When Y/n was younger, she used to live in a wonderful mansion, with loving parents and a darling twin brother, who always tried his best to take care of her, as she did for him. But one day, when asked by her parents to go grocery shopping, a great and terrible fire raged, destroying her home and everyone inside it. Although no bodies except her brother's was found. Y/n was devastated, and a strange man called: Count Olaf. Tried to take her in, but failed. Another kind family took her in. The Baudelaires. She grew to love them with all her heart.
But today, she and the three Baudelaire children were mysteriously asked to go to briny beach. She didn't mind of course. It was a perfect day for helping Violet with her new invention, and for practicing her graceful martial arts on the shoreline. Y/n had become somewhat of a daredevil, refusing to let her fears overcome her, since the terrible fire..
Some notes:
this is for female readers. Unless of course you don't mind being called: she, her, girl, female.
Sorry but I will be doing things like 'moves a strand of h/c behind ear' and such. So sorry if you are bald. If so, feel free to ignore the comment, or pretend that you have hair.
It MIGHT have some slow updates. I have trouble with motivation and I get busy irl pretty easily. So please excuse me for that. I shall try my best to update when possible. Though I refuse to update if I am seriously not feeling it. Since if I do, it will likely put me off writing this completely, and I'm sure you do not want that. Although comments such as 'please update!' Are welcome. Since it shows that you are enjoying it, and will surely give me more motivation to do this.
You are 13 and a half at the start)
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
May be triggering,
May contain mentions of abuse and such.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PRACTIALLY ANYTHING. NOT EVEN YOU. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE ORIGINAL OWNERS: LIKE LEMONY SNICKET, NETFLIX AND SUCH.
IF I OWN SOMETHING, (e.g a picture) I WILL SAY SO AT THE TIME
When a solicitor comes knocking, there are a few responses. One) you ignore them. Two) you open the door and tell them to go away. And three) you set your massive guard dogs on them. Personally, I was in favor of ignoring the problem until it went away. But somehow, in this last decade, when my life became messed up, I was no longer able to use option one, two, or three. Karma was a bigger problem than I thought and, well damn, this could not be my life.
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DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE ORIGINALS. ALL COPYRIGHTS AND OWNERSHIP GO TO THE CW, JULIE PLEC, KEVIN WILLIAMSON, MICHEAL NARDUCCI, AND L.J. SMITH. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND DIALOGUE.
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This story is my completely rewritten version of His Hope (Book 2). This version is also available on Archive of Our Own (under the same username) and Fanfiction.net (under the username: ihappymac). Please do not steal my work; I have put a lot of effort into it.