A SELECTION from this fanfiction follows this author's note. If you wish to read the FULL fanfiction, you can find it at the author's Archive of Our Own account, linked on her profile.

I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.

I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.

I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.

Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.

Fan-girling with you all,


"Really, I like Atlantis."

Holly tightened her grip on the submarine controls. She had never been as skilled with submersibles as with aircraft, and nicking the docking bay would be poor form, even if the double hull would keep everyone in the craft from being crushed by the oceanic pressure.

"All that water. Brings back some nice memories. You went to Atlantis University, correct, Ms. Koboi?"

"Yes. I loved it. I wanted to open my first manufacturing plant here, but the building restrictions were intolerable." The petite former pixie kicked her feet, flexing her bare toes as she reveled in her extra modicum of freedom. Her wrists and ankles had been secured to her chair by thick magnetic bonds, and her eyes were shielded by a band of reflective metal that looked like sunglasses from a sci-fi movie (in the off chance she summoned enough magic to perform a mesmer on the other sub occupants), but she considered the change of scenery from her isolation pod in the depths of the ocean to be worth the physical restraints. At least for now.

"And you, Mr. Root? From whence did you matriculate?" She let the last word pop on each syllable, ending with a full-lipped smile that showed how she savored the complicated sounds.

Turnball Root sighed, swinging his head back to bring some grey hair out of his eyes, unable to do so with his hands, courtesy of similar bonds. "Just Haven College, I'm afraid. Mum and Da didn't have nearly enough money for Atlantis, what with my new baby brother to think of."

"So sad, really," Opal crooned, flirting shamelessly with the magic-less elf. "And him being such a poor investment, what with the short career."


This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.