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[frozenprocedural]

Storms

A very, very happy birthday to the one and only @bepoets! I hope it’s a great one!

This is set in @patricia-von-arundel‘s Shardsverse. Alarik and Jenny belong to her. This is just pure fluffiness.

Storms

Rating: K

The first time Alarik witnessed Elsa's fear was during her visit to Leisalla. 

They were eating together- Knut, Beata, Elsa and himself- when lightning lit the hall so bright it seemed to be mid-day. Less than a second later, thunder roared, shaking the windowpanes and causing them all to jump in their seats. 

Alarik laughed with Beata and Knut, but after a few seconds, he noticed that Elsa had not joined them. Instead, she stared at the windows with wide eyes, and Alarik thought he could see her shaking. As soon as she noticed his gaze, however, Elsa schooled her features, carefully placing her fork by her plate and excusing herself, stating exhaustion. 

Alarik almost rose to follow her, but then remembered Elsa's rebuke from after the trial. He didn't know her. 

He remained where he was, hating the helpless feeling in his gut as he watched her disappear down the hallway. 

……….

The second time was during Alarik's early visits to Arendelle- still a stranger then, but somewhat more familiar with Elsa than he'd been in Leisalla.

He was coming back from the library, so focused on his studies that he almost ran into Elsa in the hallway. He opened his mouth to apologize, but was interrupted by a rumble of thunder. Elsa leapt back, and he saw a coating of frost encase the paper she was holding. 

"Elsa? Are you…"

She stepped back, eyes wide as she shook her head. Frantic, jerky movements that made him think of a trapped prey animal, terrified and ready to run. He took a step back of his own, giving her space, trying to find the right words to say, something that may provide her with a measure of comfort. 

He could find nothing. 

"Elsa? I'm here."

Anna stood beside Alarik, giving him a meaningful jerk of her head. He caught the hint, leaving the pair as Anna continued to talk to Elsa in tones too low for him to hear. 

Hours later, Anna found him in the library. He couldn't sleep, still replaying the event in his head, Elsa's terrified face haunting him. He hated how he couldn't help her, couldn't provide even the smallest amount of comfort.

"How is Elsa doing?" Perhaps it was far too familiar of a question, but he needed to know. 

Anna took a seat on the couch beside him, running a hand over her face. There was exhaustion there, and a look of profound sadness. 

"As well as to be expected, I suppose. The worst of the storm's over at least. Still, I doubt she'll sleep much tonight."

Silence stretched between them, but Alarik once more lacked the ability to come up with something to say. He didn't have to, as Anna broke the silence.

"Neither of us do well with storms. Not since our parents died." She cast a sidelong glance in Alarik's direction, and he nodded in understanding. 

"I think it's something Elsa's never been able to come to peace with. I remember her asking them if they…" Anna's voice broke, and Alarik saw a tear running down her cheek. Taking a chance, he offered a hand and she took it, squeezing hard. 

"She asked them if they had to go. And… they never came back. Elsa… I'm sure she thinks it's her fault, no matter how ridiculous that is. But she… well.."

Anna looked away, and Alarik could hear her quiet sobs. He patted his pockets, wishing he had a handkerchief to offer.

"I'm so sorry…" What more was there to say?

Anna sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve, giving a rueful chuckle. "Don't tell Elsa- she hates when I do that."

She sighed, standing up and clasping her free hand over his. "Thank you. For caring." 

He only wished he could do something more. 

………..

The third was a decade later, when he faced his truth and admitted what needed to be admitted. When he and Elsa both finally accepted that the feelings between them were something far more than just a friendship. 

Anna, Kristoff and Neta had taken a trip to the summer lodge, while he and Elsa remained behind to finish various projects. Alarik was in his lab when he heard the first clap of thunder. He was deep in his work, hardly able to be distracted by the weather, but something kept niggling at his mind. 

When another thunderclap shook the windows, he remembered instantly. 

Elsa!

He was out the door in seconds, leaving his notes behind, rushing as fast as his feet could carry him. He heard a few startled cries from the servants as he dashed past them, but he didn't stop- not until he reached the door to her study.

Only then did he pause, making himself take several deep, steadying breaths. He needed to be calm. For her. 

Once his heart rate and breathing slowed, Alarik tapped on the door with his knuckles. 

"Elsa, it's me. May I come in?"

"I'm f-" Her voice cut off at another roll of thunder, and he could hold back no more. Alarik pushed the door open and felt an immediate drop in temperature. What he saw inside made his heart sink.

Elsa was still sitting at her desk, but she was curled in on herself, flinching with each flash of lightning. Her desk was coated in a thick rime, and a small pool of ice sat at her feet. She was shaking- not from the cold, he knew well.

"Elsa." Even his gentle tone was enough to make her start, spikes of ice forming on the desk. She shook her head, scrambling off the chair, putting more distance between them, and he stopped. Another boom of thunder, and she yelped. 

"Elsa," he tried again. "I'm here." Repeating those words Anna had spoken so long ago. "I won't come any closer. Not until you're ready. But I'm right here. You're not alone. I'm right here."

Elsa watched him with wide eyes, but after a moment, she nodded her permission. He stepped in- slowly, gauging her reaction- and held his hands out. He kept up a stream of murmured reassurances, and when lightning flashed again, Elsa let loose a sob and collapsed into his arms. He pulled her close, running a hand through her hair. 

Some tiny part of his mind brought forth the idea that this wouldn't be proper- him holding her in what could be considered an intimate manner before their marriage, but just as quickly as it arrived, he mentally swept it away. Propriety be damned- Elsa needed him. 

So he held her tight, heedless of the cold, hoping that his own warmth would help. He lost track of how long they sat there- certainly long enough for his back and joints to start aching. But he made no effort to ease the pain.

Eventually, as the storm quieted, so did Elsa. She sniffed and shifted, and he released his hold enough that she could sit back, although he remained close enough their legs still touched. Elsa pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes and nose. Alarik couldn't hold back a small smile, remembering how Anna had used her sleeve those many years ago. It dropped when he saw how exhausted Elsa looked.

Elsa glanced around the room and sighed, closing her eyes. The ice around her desk began to recede, dripping onto the floor, but she clearly lacked the strength to dissipate it fully.

"There go the last three hours of work. At least they were documents I was writing." Elsa's voice was more resigned than upset.

"I'm sorry." Alarik got to his feet, wincing at his sore muscles, then offered Elsa a hand and helped her to her feet. She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"No, I'm sorry you had to… deal with that. It's not fair to you."

"Elsa, no." He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "There's no 'fair' in this. And it's nothing I have to 'deal' with either. I love you, and I am here for you. No matter what."

She finally looked up at him, and he used his thumb to brush away the tears at the corner of her eyes. After a moment, she nodded, and rested her head against his chest. He could just barely hear her whispered "Thank you."

Alarik pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll walk you to your room, if that's alright."

They left the study hand in hand.

……….

When Jenny was three years old, everything changed. 

Alarik was jarred awake by a roar of thunder that rattled thr windows. He blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings, and recognized the drumbeat pattern of heavy rain. 

And something else.

A whimper, so soft he almost missed it. But it drove away the last vestiges of sleep more effectively than the thunder had.

"Elsa."

She was still asleep, but her face was tight with fear, her body jerking with small, sharp movements. He could see small semicircles of frost surrounding the tips of her fingers. He stroked a finger down her shoulder, trying to wake her carefully so as not to cause more panic. 

It didn't matter, because that moment, the loudest crack of thunder caused her to jolt awake, her hands clutching the sheets that had frozen beneath them, and scream. 

"Elsa! It's alright! I'm right here. You're safe." Alarik kept his hand on her arm, hoping the contact would help calm her down. Elsa cast a wild glance around the room before her eyes landed on him. She whimpered, curling away from him, but before he could speak, another scream sounded. But not from Elsa.

"MAAAAMMMAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! PAAAAAAAPPAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Elsa straightened and leapt out of the bed, dashing to the door and throwing it open. Jenny stood there, clutching her stuffed rabbit and bawling. Elsa scooped her up into her arms, holding her close. Jenny buried her head in Elsa's shoulder, and even from where he was, Alarik could see she was shaking. 

"Shhhh, little one, shhhh. It's alright. We're here, and you're safe."

Elsa carried Jenny back to their bed and climbed in, nestling her between the two of them. Alarik reached out and smoothed a stray curl away from Jenny's face, and used his thumb to brush away a tear. 

"Did the storm scare you, Eldig?"

Jenny nodded, then ducked her head with a muffled shriek when lightning flashed yet again. When thunder followed it, Alarik snuck a quick glance at Elsa, expecting to see signs of fear. To his surprise, while he did see lines of worry on her face, it was clearly due to Jenny's distress rather than the storm. She pulled Jenny closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Storms can be scary, little one. Even to me."

At that, Jenny's head shot up. "You're scared too?"

Elsa's eyes flicked to the window, then back to Jenny. "Yes, little one. But I am surrounded by people who love me and are brave. Your Papa, of course. And Aunt Anna and Uncle Kristoff."

"And Neta! Neta's very brave."

Elsa chuckled. "That she is. And there is one other very important person who helps me."

Jenny wrinkled her nose in confusion. Alarik noticed that neither she nor Elsa flinched with the next flash of lightning. 

"Who?"

Elsa kissed Jenny's forehead. "You, Jenny. You help me so much."

Jenny's face lit up, then fell a bit. "But I'm still scared!"

"And that's alright. Just being here helps me."

"Oh." Jenny yawned, laying her head down on Elsa's pillow. "Okay. Love you Mama." Her voice was thick with sleep. Within moments, she was snoring softly, one hand clutching a handful of Elsa's night shirt. 

Alarik tucked a blanket around Jenny, even though he knew it wouldn't stay on her for long. Catching Elsa's questioning look, he nodded and wrapped an arm around the both of them, feeling his own drowsiness grow. 

"Let's let her sleep here tonight. It will be good for all of us."

Elsa turned her head to kiss his fingers. "Thank you," she whispered, so softly he almost missed it. 

"You're welcome, min älskling. Sleep well."

He fell asleep, happy to know that Elsa's fear was abated. 

[indestructibleheart]

1, 6, and 15 for the writing meme questions🩷

1. the last sentence you wrote

Alex smiles, feeling delirious with it. "Hope everyone in here signed an NDA."

(It's been a couple weeks since I've written anything from scratch—rather than the poking and editing I've managed to do—and I think that's the last thing I wrote. If not, it's close to it.)

6. the word that appears the most in your current draft

Lmao. Which one? We'll go with the one I just had open... apparently, it's the word "like." Hm.

15. favorite weather for writing

Rainy, obvi!

✍️ fic writer asks!

[waywardted]

15, 16, and 24!

15. the character that always makes you smile

Rebecca Welton :)))))))))))

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

The delivery of “Get rid of it!” when Ted erases the whiteboard with their current offense

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

It’s introduced me to very smart, creative people! It’s given me the pleasure of making and sharing art! It lets me scream about things I need to scream about!

[swearphil]

1, 24, 31, and 46 for the asks!!

thank you, brooklyn!

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

answered here! but I'll expand! Stevie Budd means a lot to me. in particular her fear of being left behind and her having trouble making connections with people and her being scared that she'll just be in the same town her whole life - I mean you may as well have described me! I remember watching Schitt's Creek for the first time and watching the end of The Hospies episode. I was so surprised when Moira showed up at Stevie's apartment and offered her the role of Sally Bowles. I didn't expect that at all, but it's so perfect and I think it may have made me cry? her performance as Sally in the season finale definitely made me emotional. I'm so proud of Stevie! she deserves the world!

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

you answered this first, but I swear us listening to Maisie Peters together was also part of my answer when I first saw you asked this question! if we're on a rooftop where I am, then the weather is a bit chilly tonight (hello autumn!) so we'd each have our favorite hot drink. for me, it'd be hot chocolate, and we'd both be wearing blankets like capes. I'd also have my laptop so we can watch Psych together! I want us laughing together to Last Night Gus and talking about anything and everything!

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

also answered here! other music includes There It Goes and History of Man by Maisie Peters. those songs make me think about growth and loss and change and I cannot believe I got to hear them live a couple weeks ago!

46. favorite holiday film?

so when reading this question, my mind immediately went to Christmas films, and I realized I don't really watch Christmas movies. but there are more holidays than Christmas! that being said, I'm still coming up blank lol. I'll say that I plan on watching The Nightmare Before Christmas soon because I have a student who loves the movie, and I said I would watch it!

[bepoets]

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

(give me a tedbecca snippet!!!!)

Thank you!!!

Unwritten/Unpublished Fic Asks

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

You absolutely bet I can!! This is a little tidbit from “in dreams (I meet you in warm conversation)” which is my little tedbecca soulmate au fic where they meet in each other’s dreams long before they meet in person!! Someone yell at me to work on it PLEASE

———

“Aren’t you dizzy yet?” Rebecca teases as she steps further into the office, rolling the other chair into the open space across from him. “I swear if you vomit on my shoes after all that spinning I am never dreaming with you again.”

It’s a lie, of course. She can’t imagine her life without him. She’s also not sure if they even get a say on whether or not they dream with each other. She had tried not to once, twenty odd years ago at this point, and nothing had worked. She’s grateful for it now. Unable to imagine the heartache had she really never seen him again, though at the time it was nothing short of infuriating.

Rebecca situates herself in the chair, kicking off her shoes and folding her legs underneath her in the seat. When she looks up at him again he’s stopped spinning and is beaming at her. His smile bright and dimples more prominent, with a little tendril of hair flopping down across his forehead.

She’s missed him. It’s only been a few days since the last time she met him in her dreams. But still.

She’s missed him.

[roseapothecary]

Shuffle your ‘On Repeat’/favorites playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @stereopticons, @youtastelike-sunlight, @blackandwhiteandrose, and @maxbegone.

I'm going with my 'On Repeat' playlist on Spotify!

bad idea, right? - olivia rodrigo

not my fault (with megan thee stallion) - reneé rapp

be (acoustic) - hozier

now that we don't talk - taylor swift

soul (r3hab remix) - lee brice

bad for business - sabrina carpenter

for the girls - hayley kiyoko

ya ya* - beyonce

feather - sabrina carpenter

* the #1 played song on this playlist btw

that's... certainly a mix.

tagging: @lilythesilly, @swearphil, @lucydonato, @hermitized, @clubglee, @jddryder, @evanbukley, @bepoets, @queerbuckleys @mulderscully and also @junebugclaremontdiaz even tho that's 11.

[jemmaasimmons]

tagged by @usernace tysm lovely💖

three ships: fitz x simmons, booth x brennan & castle x beckett

first ever ship: i think it was probably troy x gabriella lol

last song: listening to i know the end - phoebe bridgers as we speak

last film: that new leighton meester christmas movie 'exmas' which wasn't that great lol

currently reading: can i tell you something - holly june smith

currently watching: rewatching agents of shield, and i still have two eps of lessons in chemistry to watch!

currently consuming: coffee lol

currently craving: nothing

i tag: @ezrabriidger @bepoets @daisyjohnsn @moltobeneallonsy @singinprincess @rebecca-weltons if you guys want to ofc <3

[chainofclovers]

Hello! I am the fic finding anon and THANK YOU and bepoets SO MUCH. I cannot tell you how many things I reread trying to find that. You totally made my week!

Aww I'm glad you were reunited with the fic you were looking for! All credit to @bepoets for being familiar with the fic!

[banditsregina]

List 10 comfort shows and then tag 10 people ✨

tagged by @waywardted 🥰

parks and rec

the office

30 rock

unbreakable kimmy schmidt

ted lasso

avatar: the last airbender

legend of korra

the good place

crazy ex-girlfriend

she-ra

tagging: @chiefofmilfs @bepoets @endlessblasphemy @mtfunkzoo @biscuitboxpink @sophiedevreaux @broadwayfreak5357 @waddingham @5chatzi & you whoever comes across this :)

[frozenprocedural]

Diamond

Hunt

Elated

Happy birthday!!!!!!! Sorry it's a bit late.

Jenny, Dag and Alarik belong to @patricia-von-arundel. This is based off of your Mermaid AU here and @couragedontdesertme's TDOE story here.

Rating: K+

"Where are you going?"

Jenny winced. She thought Dag would be too engrossed in his books to notice her leave. So much for that. 

"Swimming." 

Dag huffed, crossing his arms. "Why do you have a bag and a flashlight? You don't need those to swim."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "No duh. Why do you care? Go back to your books. I'll be back before Mama and Papa get home. I'm just doing some exploring." 

Before Dag could say anything else, Jenny dove off the dock. 

As soon as she hit the water, she could feel herself change. Membranes closed to protect her ears, while another slid into place in her throat, allowing her to breathe. She flipped around to watch her favorite part, her legs fusing together, green-blue scales growing up and down, while her feet elongated and spread to form two flukes. 

The transformation complete, Jenny flicked her tail and started off towards her destination, elation filling her. That was until she heard the unmistakable whistling trill of her underwater name, along with a tug on her fluke. 

She spun to find Dag directly behind her, his hand movements frantic. 

"Mama and Aunt Anna said to never go into the cave alone!"

Jenny shrilled a sound that would have brought her a scolding from Mama, her hands cutting sharply through the water. 

"Make me stop." 

She flicked her tail and took off, refusing to look back as Dag whistle-shrieked in frustration. But she knew he wouldn't follow her- he wouldn't risk breaking the rules.

His loss, then. 

Shortly beyond the dock, the shore grew steep, and she found the cave's entrance. It was a dark hole in the rock, just large enough for one person to pass through. Only the top showed at low tide- by high tide, it disappeared. 

Once past the entrance, the cave widened drastically, forming a large cavern at least ten feet across. Even though it was underwater, the light from the outside reflected across the space, casting an ethereal blue glow and making the walls above the waterline sparkle like diamonds. 

But Jenny had no interest in the cavern, beautiful as it was. Her attention went to the dark spot near the rear- the entrance to the rest of the cave system. This hole was wider than the one leading back outside, and only faintly illuminated. 

Jenny swam up to the hole, and paused. Mama and Aunt Anna had taken them to the cave before, but, as Dag had said, they'd been told to never go alone. And they'd only ever been allowed to swim about the main cavern, never any further.

Mama never said anything beyond the back tunnels being dangerously confusing and often small. But late one night while Aunt Anna was visiting, Jenny overheard them talking in hushed voices. She couldn't catch everything, but she did hear two words clearly.

"...the secret…"

Jenny knew of her mother's task- to protect and guard the great secrets of the world. And perhaps, one such secret was hidden away in the depths of an underwater cave. 

Today, Jenny would find out. 

As long as she made sure she was back before Mama and Papa returned- and made Dag swear to keep quiet- she was certain she'd be just fine. Checking once more that her bag and flashlight were in place, she swam into the hole, feeling a rush of elation.

For several minutes, Jenny swam without the flashlight, her dark vision allowing her to see clearly. As the tunnel began to curve and twist away from the main cavern, she was eventually forced to turn it on as the light fully receded. 

She took her time, marveling at the strange formations and making sure she marked each turn with a colored piece of string stored in her bag that she could follow on her way back, the way Uncle Kristoff had taught her. With the exception of some tiny fish she didn't know the name of, she swam alone. 

But as time wore on and her string began to run out, Jenny realized that she would need to turn back, or risk getting caught. She tamped down the feeling of disappointment, and turned around, following the path she marked. 

Perhaps in her earlier excitement, Jenny had failed to notice just how treacherous the tunnels were. With silt kicked up from earlier, it was difficult to see, and more than once she cut herself on sharp ridges, or ran into the walls. And how had she not noticed the numerous tight passages she had to wriggle through?

It was in one such passage, as she struggled to fit her shoulders through, that Jenny's tail knocked a stone loose. There was a shudder, and in the space of a breath, the rock fell onto her tail, just before her flukes. 

Jenny screamed.

The flashlight fell from her fingers as she thrashed, trying to back out of the hole, but failing to budge an inch, and eventually gave up as the pain in her tail grew overwhelming. Grey crept into the edges of her vision, and she sagged, whimpering softly. The flashlight had rolled further down the passage, providing only the faintest light, and leaving her section in complete darkness.

"Mama…" 

…………..

"Jenny, Dag, we're home! Please come help with the groceries!" 

Elsa placed the tote bags on the table next to the ones Alarik had placed there and rubbed her legs- she would need to transform soon. Long car rides made them ache. She heard rapidly approaching footsteps, and then Dag came around the corner, his eyes wide and worried. 

"Dagn what-"

"Jennywenttothecave." He was breathing heavily, his words coming out in an unintelligible rush.

Alarik knelt down in front of Dag, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Dag, deep breaths. Slow down. What's going on?"

Dag took several steadying breaths, although his hands still twitched nervously. "Jenny went into the caves by herself. And she's not back yet." 

Elsa gasped, and rushed to the back door. She heard Alarik instruct Dag to stay put, and then he was by her side, placing a gentle hand on her arm. 

"Elsa, wait, we should-"

Elsa shrugged his arm off, shaking her head. "No. I am not waiting. That cave holds a secret for a reason. I'm going to find her." She didn't wait for his response, but instead broke into a run, reaching the end of the dock in seconds. 

Elsa dove cleanly into the water, and as the transformation took hold, she called out in a long tone, magic carrying her voice further than it naturally would go. Minutes later, she received a response.  

I'm on my way.

Elsa wasted no time waiting. She sped to the cave, calling Jenny's name even before she entered. She swam into the cavern, praying to every great force she knew that Jenny would be there, looking guilty, but okay.

Her heart sank when she beheld nothing but water and stone. She could feel the trace of her daughter's passage in the water-magic and their family connection allowed that much- but it clearly led into the tunnel she avoided looking at. 

Jenny had gone in. She hadn't come out. 

She heard the clicks and whistles of her name, and turned to see Anna enter the cave. Just as she had, her sister scanned the area before her eyes landed on the dark entrance in the rear. 

"Let's find her." Anna's hands moved with quick confidence, and she took Elsa's hand before leading her to the entrance.

Anna pulled out glowing stone from the pouch at her waist and lifted it, illuminating their path as they made their way through the tunnel. At the first junction, she pointed to a bright green string tied around a rock.

"She marked her path- she's using Kristoff's knots. I recognize them- we need to go this way." Anna signed.

Despite the situation, Elsa felt a small glow of pride in Jenny's thinking. If only she hadn't done it here. 

They followed the strings, pausing occasionally to call out Jenny's name. As they traveled further and further in, with no response, Elsa's worry grew. Was Jenny injured? Was that why she couldn't respond? Or was she-

"Elsa!" Anna whistle-clicked her name, and when Elsa looked where she pointed, and off a small branch from where they swam, she caught sight of a faint beam of light. 

Almost simultaneously, she and Anna called out Jenny's name as loud as they could.

There was an agonizingly long moment of silence.

"Mama? Aunt Anna?"

The relief of hearing her daughter's voice felt like a blow to the chest. But Elsa could hear a clear note of pain there as well. 

"We're coming!" Elsa called out, and followed the small passage, her eyes fixed on the light, heedless of any danger. The light grew brighter and brighter, only to reveal a fallen flashlight. Elsa panicked for a moment, before Jenny called out again.

"I'm over here Mama! Over here!" 

Elsa picked up the flashlight and aimed it down the tunnel. 

"Jenny!"

She swam up to her daughter, biting her lip when she saw the scratches covering her shoulders and arms. Jenny started forward from the tiny hole she was in, but stopped suddenly with a cry of pain.

"I'm stuck! A rock fell on my tail, and I can't back up at all! It hurts! Mama, it hurts so much!" Jenny's face contorted, and Elsa bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out herself. Instead, she took Jenny's face in her hands, brushing a thumb across her cheek. Once Jenny's breathing was slower, Elsa moved her hands away.

"I know it's hard, but try to stay calm. We're here now, and we're going to get you out."

Jenny nodded, and Elsa pressed her hands to the rock, letting her power rise to the surface of her skin. The stone creaked and cracked, expanding enough until Jenny was able to push backward, her eyes wide with amazement. Elsa and Anna followed her to find a massive rock pinning Jenny's tail to the cave floor. Even if she had been able to back up, she wouldn't have been able to push a stone that size from the angle it landed. 

Once more, Elsa's powers came into play. With a sheet of ice beneath the rock, and her and Anna's combined strength, they were able to free Jenny. As soon as they did, Elsa felt bile rise in her throat. Jenny's tail was swollen and bent out of shape. She wouldn't be able to move it, let alone swim out. 

"Jenny, I'm going to put ice around the injury to keep it from moving, alright? Then we'll get you out of here."  

Jenny whimpered and nodded, turning away as her tail was encased in a thin layer of rigid ice. Once it was done, she rested her head on Elsa's chest, face contorted in pain.

"I'm sorry Mama, I'm so sorry."

Elsa ran her hands through her daughter's hair, fighting back her own anguish. "Shhhh, I know little one. Let's just get you home."

………..

The soft brush of waves against the sand was almost as soothing as the feel of the cool water against her aching tail. Jenny slumped against the inflatable raft that Papa had brought out for her, feeling exhaustion overtake her. 

It had taken Mama and Aunt Anna over an hour to get her through the tunnel- with Jenny unable to do more than push with her arms, they had to work her through the tight passages and turns. By the time they'd made it back to the dock, evening had fallen and the moon was rising. 

Aunt Anna left them there to fetch Yelena. After examining Jenny's tail, the old healer had determined that she'd likely broken several bones and would need to remain in the water until her tail healed. 

That would take at least a week. Mermaids healed fast, but not overnight. And transforming back would only make the injury worse.

Footsteps in the sand brought Jenny's attention back to shore, and Mama appeared, carrying an inflatable raft. She anchored it next to Jenny's, then sat in the water, her tail's brilliant blue scales reflecting the fading light. 

"Papa and Dag are finishing dinner. But I wanted to have a chance to talk to you before they came out."

Jenny looked away, feeling her cheeks flush. "I know you're mad at me. I'm sorry."

"I'm upset, yes. But mostly because I was so scared I would lose you."

Mama's voice hitched, and Jenny fought the urge to whimper. Because in that moment, Mama's words brought to life her own similar fear- that she would never see her family again. 

"That cave… there's a reason a secret is hidden there. Not just because no one notices it. The cave itself is enchanted to protect it."

"On the way back… the tunnels got smaller, didn't they?" Jenny braved a look, and she could see tear tracks on Mama's cheeks. Acting on instinct, she reached out, and Mama took her hand, squeezing firmly. 

"Yes. The falling rock as well. You were lucky because you're half mermaid. You wouldn't have made it as far as you did otherwise. Anna and I can pass because we are guardians, and that's why I was able to get the passage to open again. If we hadn't been there…"

This time, Jenny couldn't hold her whimper back. She moved closer to Mama, and when her arms wrapped around her, Jenny let the tears fall, clinging to her mother tightly. 

"Shhhhhh, there, there little one. You're safe now." Jenny's shoulder was suspiciously wet, but she didn't care. All that mattered was she was safe. 

When they pulled apart, Mama stroked the hair back from Jenny's face, a wry smile on her face. "I assume that you will not travel back to the tunnel alone again?"

Jenny shook her head vehemently. 

Mama's smile grew. "Hmmmm. Some day, when you are older, I will show you what is in there. But for now…" Mama nodded towards the shore, and Jenny could see Papa and Dag approaching with a wagon, the aroma of dinner wafting out over the water.Jenny grinned and snuggled close to Mama. She was home, she was safe, she was loved.

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Little Taste of Heaven

https://ift.tt/oFDt0YV by bepoets Every Sunday that Ted stays over he prepares Rebecca’s biscuits in her kitchen. It’s domestic and peaceful. Comforting and warm in a way that makes Rebecca feel soaked in sunshine. She’s loved it from the very beginning, that much she’s sure of. It’s when exactly this routine started making her unbearably horny that she’s having some trouble pinpointing. Words: 7399, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Kitchen Sex, Fluff and Humor, but it’s mostly just porn source https://archiveofourown.org/works/53805544 February 15, 2024 at 11:47AM

[waywardted]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @sophiedevreaux and @broadwayfreak5357! 💜

Were you named after anyone?

My middle name is my mom’s and great grandmother’s, but my first name was just a name my parents liked.

When was the last time you cried?

Uh… Saturday. I cry all the time lol.

Do you have kids?

Yes, one canine one human.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I wouldn’t say a lot.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their hair…

What's your eye color?

Hazel.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings; my scary tolerance is quite low.

Any special talents?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm messing up a baking recipe and getting it to turn out okay?

Where were you born?

California, USA

What are your hobbies?

Baking, listening to some podcasts, watching tv shows, watching baseball, trying out self-improvement-type workbooks and webinars and such lolz, giffing (though my ted lasso hangover has me in a slump there), writing, walking, drinking nice beverages

Have any pets?

Yes, a little dog. He’s a menace but he's adorable.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I don’t play sports now but I grew up in a pretty sports-oriented family and was put in lots of leagues and camps. I mainly played basketball, softball, and soccer (basketball the longest) and then swimming became My Sport™️. I was not very good at any of these things.

How tall are you?

5’8”ish

Favorite subject in school?

English and drama<3

Dream job?

Mysterious off-the-grid novelist

Tagging:

@thesumdancekid @bepoets @ohtendril @itsagutthing @boglady @imlorelai @drbrennans @thatsrightjohngoodman @curious-earth @ledtasso @hondagirll @cowherderess @clumsycapitolunicorn @piscesmoonseapearl @endlessblasphemy

[swearphil]

Hi hello happy belated nice ask day, I now also desperately need to know your favorite psych eps!!

I'm so happy to answer this! I also need to do a rewatch! I have a top 3 I think.

Ferry Tale: from what I remember, this is the first episode of Psych I ever watched. I think the USA network was on my radar because I was watching White Collar at the time, and then this show Psych came on and I probably didn't feel like changing the channel lol. this episode is so funny to me though! from Gus tricking Shawn to get on the ferry to Gus getting seasick to Craig to the three-legged race, it is one of my absolute favorites!

Shawn Gets the Yips: this episode has a line that is guaranteed to make me laugh and I think I can quote it without looking it up. in response to Lassiter asking how much it's going to take to repair his car, Shawn replies, "are you asking Shawn the psychic or Shawn the guy who worked at a couple hours at a Meineke?" I laugh EVERY TIME

Last Night Gus: this was one of yours and I'm so glad we agree on this one! I remember watching it for the first time with my brother and we could not stop laughing! it's such a great concept for an episode and I love how all the men were involved and could not remember what happened the night before!

[willjbaker]

How to Write Poetry for Beginners?

Ever wanted to learn the basics of poetry and start writing like a poet? #poetry #poem #poet #bepoetic

Learning how to write poetry is one of the most beautiful things someone can do. Poetry is a magical form of expression. From its ancient beginnings, Poetry has been used to articulate our deepest emotions, make sense of the world, and bring meaning and understanding into our lives. Poems can help us to understand complex subjects in an accessible way and allow us to tap into our humanity by…

[bepoets]

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

Thank you!!

Unwritten/Unpublished Fic Asks

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

This is not specific to an individual fic, but in general I do Not look forward to writing dialogue ever!! I live in constant fear of not having the character’s voices right. Prose and inner monologue? I am literally vibrating with excitement to write those. But dialogue? I will avoid it until it is absolutely necessary, and that’s only really when I’ve realized I’m three pages in and Nonody has spoken.

[roseapothecary]

WIP game!!

Before

Lord, this one without any context:

Before he turned on the shower, he heard Alexis get the last word: "Think of your babies' bone structure, David!"

Send me a word! If it’s in my wip documents, I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.