My Side of the Mountain is a 2019 fic based on Jean Craighead George’s book of the same name. Thandi runs away from home and is found by a wild boy calling himself Briar. Together they survive in the wilderness and raise animals like their children, growing attached to one another and becoming “married”.
Civilized society returns to ruin it all, but Briar won’t have it. He goes to rescue his wife.
Second Chances is a 2019 Evilbee fic where Thandi has lost her memories… and her life? Charlie, believing her dead, decides to take Istres by force to push his ideals across the continent in her memory. He mourns her nightly, and on finding Thandi lost and without memories, fighting him tooth and nail, he crumples easily and brings her home.
It’s up to Thandi to regain her memories and find the truth behind what happened in the years of her absence.
Thandi at her own mausoleum where Charlie goes to mourn every night.
Blackthorn is a 2020 Evilbee fic where Thandi is taken as a prisoner of war. She is collared and kept as a pet, where she finds that the man who has taken her is more vulnerable than she thought.
Bit of Charlie Evilbee and the paintover comparison!
Summoning Circle is a 2019 fic where Thandi participates in a fun meme where she pretends to summon her favorite character by placing five items on the points of a summoning circle.
Unfortunately, she has an innate understanding of the character and actually summons him! And worse… he’s the villain.
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Automatic Diary is a 2019 fic where Thandi gets a magical book that mirrors the diary of the person who she’s meant to be with. It ends up being the irksome town doctor who can’t seem to hold anything in his hands for longer than two seconds when she sees him!
This ended up being a heated vinyl experiment! It turned out pretty okay, but not great. I’m not really sure what I’m doing still.
for the most part i am pleased with it, though you can see where i lingered with the iron if you look for too long.
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They’ve grown so close, and it’s through her that he learns how good her touch is.
Charlie fell for her nearly as soon as he saw her. The witch of Bellhaven. He’s heard a lot about her.
An Arrangement is a 2021 arranged marriage/pregnancy fic where Thandi becomes Charlie’s teacher under the guise of fiancee. They agree to be married platonically… and then the marriage becomes all too real.
Charlie taps his fingers on the table as he reads the leaflet in front of him, slightly crumpled from Rev’s beak. Thandi Kahsu’s smiling face is there, a cute hand-drawn cartoon of herself.
Please! Keep personal and business matters separate.
That’s normal.
In regards to the uptick in romantic gestures from the populace, I request that you first consult my familiar.
The formality of it is endearing.
She will be wearing a key around her neck.
There is an adorable picture of a cat licking her paw, large brass key hanging from her collar.
Should anyone succeed in catching her and bringing me the key, I will accept their marriage proposal.
The Witch’s Cat is a 2019 fic based off of some random Tumblr writing prompt where a witch tells her suitors that whoever catches her familiar and gets the key round its neck can become her partner— while in reality she is the cat.
Charlie’s lips brush hers, and he pulls back. Seeing her like this is awful. She’s in a suspended state, induced by an experiment gone wrong. He wipes the tears from his eyes.
You’d think he’d get used to it after two months of this, but he hasn’t. It’s beyond reasonable for this to be happening and— ah.
He feels his heart clench and he doubles over, stifling a sob. The sound dies as it leaves his throat and he steadies himself, taking a few breaths. She wouldn’t want to see him like this. “Just do your best.” That’s what she would tell him.
The door to Thandi’s Room clicks open and Charlie looks up, startled by Vitani’s appearance. He runs down the stairs, desperation clear on his face.
Vitani shakes her head and Charlie’s face drops. “It’s a matter of spirit. There are no potions nor magic to bring her back… but.”
“But?”
“If someone goes to get her…”
“I’ll do it.”
“You may end up taking her place.”
Charlie grits his teeth. “I don’t care. Thandi comes first.”
Vitani reaches into her sleeve and pulls out a vial of swirling red and black liquid. “Lay beside her and drink this. You will have to find her and bring her back on your own.”
Charlie takes the vial with a nod and takes a breath. “What’s the catch?”
“Get my student back and we will call it even.”
The look on his face is resolute. He takes the steps two at a time, resettling Thandi before popping the cork of the potion. He drains the whole thing in a few swallows and curls up next to Thandi, hand over her body as he slips into unconsciousness and into Thandi’s dreams.
concept
A bond.
It hadn’t made a lot of sense at first. He would get flashes through her eyes. As if he was seeing what she was seeing. It was startling, to be seeing through another’s eyes and hearing through another’s ears, blind and deaf to his own world when it happens.
Sometimes, he would try to speak. Not much would go through, but he felt something. Confusion? Fear?
Then they would catch sight of each other. This woman… he felt something in her that reminded him of himself. Loneliness. And she recognized it in him as well. He could see her lips move, but there were no words.
It became the new normal. When things seemed different, he would freeze. Wait. Watch. Her world was a sad one. People who didn’t care, people who didn’t value her as they should. Her absorption in her studies. Her ache for recognition.
Charlie is sure she sees the same from him. And she understands.
One night, he throws caution to the wind. He’s bloody from an altercation, pride wounded, aching for someone. Anyone. Including that woman he hallucinated.
So he closed his eyes and reached out to her. When he opened them again, she sat in front of him, eyes tracing over him with concern. The smile he gives her is radiant. It’s a relief. They don’t try to speak, but they start to gesture.
Chest. Face. What?
No. You. Me. Rest.
You. Me?
The signs are rudimentary, but the meanings are somehow understood. Charlie nods.
You. Me. You… make me feel better.
You… me. Glad to… help.
The meanings… are clear. He can’t hear a voice, but he understands.
You make me feel normal.
Me, too.
You make me think that I’m not alone.
You make me feel needed.
They stare at one another for a while. The woman smiles at him, and he feels his heart tighten. I’m Thandi.
Charlie.
