Anna Lightwood lived on Percy Street, a small byway near Tottenham Court Road. It was made up of long rows of houses of red brick that all looked very much the same. Each had sash windows, white-painted doors, brick chimneys, a shallow set of steps and a fence about the servants entrance made of black wrought iron.
Igor is official UCI judge for freestyle BMX and our veteran homie who’s been riding ever since we first came to the skatepark as kids. He’s been pushing himself for so many years and never stopped progressing on and off his bike.
(bc bernelle isn’t bernelle without avoidance tactics and running from communicating lmao @lovelypidge I joke i love these shitty elf children and their avoidance tactics)
(Also yes I have 3 more parts planned, GASP. I’m gonna fucking milk fusion AU. I’m having a bit of an issue with order with the last 3 parts but y’know, details, I just want you to know they exist ;D))
Berline and Elle appeared in the middle of town square, just outside of the Workshop. The elves milling about outside hopped back, staring up at the fusion in awe.
“I thought that the elves would be use to a fusion,” Elle murmured.
“Nope,” Berline replied. “Not a lot of them have met me, for starters. Plus, to them fusion is an emergency thing. Seeing me here is probably concerning them. I, uh, probably should’ve taken us right to Santa’s office but to be honest I’m not sure I would fit in there. I’m a bit taller than I remember being.”
“I’ll handle this,” Elle said, Berline placing her down. “Hey guys,” Elle began, addressing the shocked elves. “This is just Berline. They’re here to give something back to Santa that the two of us went to go grab. Everything is okay though! there’s no need to worry, okay?” Elle finished, doing her best to project the safe feeling Berline gave her onto the elves closest to her. The elves eased up considerably, looking relieved.
“Curtis! Always a pleasure,” Berline said dryly.
“What are you doing here?”
“Santa sent us on an errand.”
“Are you going to be here for long?”
“Depends. I have to talk to Santa, and I have yet to meet this one properly as myself. Which means–”
“You have to give him the fusion talk.”
“Want me to go grab him?”
“That would be nice, yes.”
“Double nice for me, because the sooner I grab him, the sooner I don’t have to deal with you,” he mumbled.
“You flatter me, Curtis.”
“What’s his deal?” Elle asked, as Curtis went to find Santa.
Berline grinned. “I like to bug him. Admittedly a bit more than I should.” Berline squatted, whispering now. “He thinks I’m a bit too much,” they said, laughing.
“You? Hardly,” Elle laughed as well. “I feel like there are plenty of other fusions who are too much.”
“Well, Jackie definitely, though I don’t quite enjoy talking about them. Diteline may be a bit too much at times.” Berline looked thoughtful. “She gets very excited very easily depending on the circumstances…”
“Elle! You’re back! And with–I’m sorry, who is this?”
Santa had shown up, Curtis by his side. They stopped in front of the doors to the Workshop, the balcony putting them at eye level with Berline, who stood up from their squat, clearing their throat.
“I’m Berline. We’ve sort of met, just never quite as myself.”
“You know that fusion thing Bernard mentioned before we left?” Elle said, joining him on the balcony.
“You’re looking at them, Santa.”
“So you are the…fusion?” he asked Berline.
“Sure am. Fusion is literally when two fae…fuse, to make one fae.”
“Berline…so you’re Bernard and–?”
“Jacqueline,” Elle supplied.
“Thanks,” Santa replied.
“Yes and no. I’m the physical manifestation of the two combined, but I’m my own person. You following?”
“Mostly. I think.”
“Well, let’s take it step by step,” Berline said, leaning on the railing.
“Alright. So fusion literally means fusion. It’s when two…fae?”
“Yup. Only fae creatures can do it. Specifically Pixies, Elves, Sprites, and Faeries. It’s a very advance magical technique.”
“Depends on who you ask,” Elle interrupted, noticing Berline looking a tad conflicted. “Faeries are all haughty about it and will only fuse with other faeries, won’t even think about fusing with their cousins. Pixies were neutral but we really don’t know much more from there because they’re gone. Elves see it as a special technique best used in emergencies, and Sprites see it as this real wonderful…thing,” Elle finished, at a loss for words to describe how Jacqueline had described fusion to her. It was just special, she had decided.
“That’s detailed,” Santa said. “I guess you guys ran into the trolls after all then?”
Berline nodded. “Seven of them. They tried to eat Elle, not before she did a number on them herself, of course. I kicked their as–tooshies.” Berline’s blue eye twitched at the censoring.
“We were successful though!” Elle continued. “Check out what Berline has.”
Grinning, Berline reached into the satchel and pulled out the snow globe. “Voila. Perfectly intact and thankfully free of troll stench. Now stop taking it out of the hall. You’ll get your replica to keep to your aesthetic, don’t worry.”
Santa took the globe, grinning. “What a relief! Thanks, Berline. And you too, Elle. I’m glad you didn’t get eaten by trolls.”
“That makes two of us,” Elle said, joining Santa on the balcony.
“Three, actually,” Berline said. “Technically four but, details. And! I have something else of yours, Santa, that I think you’ll like,” they continued, a very large grin on their face as they reached into the satchel again.
“My toe socks! I thought I’d never see these again!”
“How did you even know they were Santa’s?” Curtis asked, nose wrinkled as Santa grabbed the socks from Berline.
“They’re red and green toe socks with little Santas all over them, how could they not be his? I also found Jacqueline’s sword,” Berline added, pulling a silver double-edged sword out of the satchel. The hilt was inlaid with a few dull sapphires. “The sheath is in here too, somewhere.” They grinned as they pulled it out, placing the sword gently inside its scabbard. “Pretty productive night, I think.”
“Wow,” Santa said, not sure what else to say.
“Same,” Elle agreed.
“Now then! I would love to stay and chat but, ah, I have a replica snow globe to make and a sword to restore. Too bad I can’t be in two places at once,” they winked, hopping onto the balcony. “That was a joke, by the way Curtis. I can actually be in two places at once, that was the joke part.”
Curtis groaned as Berline disappeared in a bright light, Bernard and Jacqueline standing where the fusion just was, both in a bit of a bow, Jacqueline holding the sword.
“I get it now,” Santa said, understanding dawning.
“Well, that was fun,” Jacqueline straightened up, glancing at her knuckles. “Bruises anyway. I hate bruised knuckles. How are yours?”
Bernard glanced at his knuckles. “A little bruised too. Could be worse though. We could all be fae stew right now.”
“And I’ve got my sword back!” Jacqueline said, grinning. “I better get moving, this is going to be a job let me tell you. I’ll be seeing you guys later. I think the two of you,” she continued, gesturing to Bernard and Elle, “have some chatting to do,” she finished with a wink. Before either of the two elves could say anything, Jacqueline disappeared in her usual shower of sparks and snowflakes.
“So, I get the fusion thing,” Santa began. “And I’m glad you got the snow globe back. What I’m not quite sure about is who exactly is Jacqueline?”
Jacqueline had had a good laugh when Elle told her later about Santa forgetting her for the third time. She was also relieved when Elle told her that they had said she was a friend of theirs, and Santa hadn’t pressed.
Elle sipped a hot chocolate on her break, deep in thought about what Berline had said about her and B fusing. They had seemed so sure but since Berline had left, Elle had perhaps unintentionally been avoiding Bernard.
She was a little embarrassed of her jealousy before hand. It had been a day or two and really, she knew she should’ve gone to chat with B but for some odd reason, couldn’t make herself do it.
When you two do fuse–and I know you will–your fusion will be very different from me, Berline had said. And a lot more special.
So that was great to know and all. Elle would have loved to prod Berline for more details. Facing them would be okay. Of course, Berline wasn’t there so it’s not like she could ask them.
(In fact, Elle had no idea where Jacqueline was today, and her wintry friend was shit at communication sometimes–this being one of those times–so Berline was out of the question for now, and that was assuming B would have agreed to fuse with Jacquie because did Elle’s reasoning for needing Berline really count as an emergency?)
Which meant she would have to talk to B. And facing B? Elle was still a little embarrassed to do that for…a bunch of reasons. Mainly the jealousy thing, and also specifically what Berline had said!
There was nothing left to do but to muster up the courage, get past the self-embarrassment, and talk to B as soon as she could. So, Elle made a split second decision.
“Well, here goes,” she said out loud, topping off her drink and heading out to find him. She didn’t have to look too far because the moment she stepped out of the lounge, she smacked right into Bernard.
Since I’m on vacation I thought planning something to do could end up being a pretty good idea. Here I present you the Taylor Swift Challenge.
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“You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly.
“What?” I gasped.
“I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.” “I’m not,” I mumbled. “If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing.” “You’re wrong,” he repeated, smiling kindly at me.
5 quotes- Carlisle Cullen, New Moon, Chapter 2, p.37
Carlisle spoke slowly. “I look at my… son. His strength, his goodness, the brightness that
shines out of him–and it only fuels that hope, that faith, more than ever. How could there not
be more for one such as Edward?” I nodded in fervent agreement. “But if I believed as he does…” He looked down at me with unfathomable eyes. “If you
believed as he did. Could you take away his soul?” The way he phrased the question thwarted my answer.
↳ Challenge #3 - Gabriel Lightwood or Gideon Lightwood
“You are a Lightwood,“ Cecily said. "You stayed because you were loyal to your family name. It is not cowardice.”
“Wasn’t it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?"
Cecily opened her mouth, then closed it again. Gabriel was looking for her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. He seemed genuinely desperate to hear her answer. She wondered if he had anyone else to talk to. She could see how it might be terrifying to take one’s moral qualms to Gideon; he seemed so staunch, as if he never questioned himself in his life and would not understand those who did.