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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. This work also has endangerment of a child with references to even more. Feel free to back out if need be.
Author's Note: So I've actually had this idea for a while now, specifically since the second episode of Loki. When I brought up my idea and that I was having trouble picking which of the three possible perspectives I had to start with, my friends (particularly Aya) suggested doing all three. And guess what? I had the right prompts to do it all three before I started needing to get creative with my interpretations of my AU Bingo prompts. That being said, there's a mild tissue warning going into this.
Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 14); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: La Vie Boheme; Fix-It Felix; My Favorite Things; No School MC; Magical MC (Y); Marvelous HP; Neurodivergent; Rowl in Her Grave (Y); Rian-Russo Inversion; Tiny Terror (Y); Shifter MC; Extraterrestrial MC; Gender Bender; Colors Galore; Lunar Era; Old Shoes (Y); Old Shoes; Marvelous Cinema; In a Flash; Green Ribbon; Greatest Gift
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 14 – Post-Term
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Fantastic Beasts [25](Someone changing something about their appearance); 365 Prompts [215](Rain); Scavenger Hunt [17](Angst)
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [2A](Queen); AU [4E](Any Fandom); Chim [Xylit]("Don't Fear the Reaper" by BOC; Gender Bend); Hunt [Su WD](MtF Trans)/[Su Con](Fish)/[Su Items](Grill); Garden [Chores](Running/Jogging)/[Bed Types](Small Town/Village)/[Flowers](Crimson)/[Flowers](Indigo)/ [Flowers](Rose)/[Tools](Mirror)/[Companions](Plant/Flora)/[Herbologist](Oregano)/[Behind Green Eyes](Gender Bent); Fire [x3](Time Warp; Colors of the Wind; Minimalist)
Representation(s): Trans Sylvie; Fugitive Childhood; Little Whinging Arrival
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Deadliest Catch; For the Vine; Bast's Blessing; Creature Feature; No Touchy; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; Middle Name; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Car in a Tutu); Chorus (Pear-Shaped; Wabi Sabi; Peddling Pots; Fire Song; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Larger than Life; Unicorn); Demo 1 (Muck & Slime; Most Human Bean; Where Angels Fear; Under the Bridge; Ariel's Temptation; Easy Zephyr); Demo 2 (Head of Perseus; Abandoned Ship; Messing with Morlocks; Toto's Tribute)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Terrarium); SN (Rail; Spare); War (Monomania; Obstruction; Sanctuary; Ennui); TY (Ntaiv; Enfant)
Word Count: 491 words
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Fugitive
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Sylvie fell through the time door. Her momentum carried her directly into the old woman standing in the middle of what looked to be an herb garden. The woman grunted as Sylvie collided with her. Then she cried out in dismay as the crimson planter she was holding fell to the ground and shattered.
"Orgy," she moaned, clutching at her rose bathrobe in dramatized shock. Ignoring Sylvie completely, the old woman was already bending down to salvage what she could of the damaged oregano plant. Sylvie barely had time to register the sharp smell of it filling the air as another time door opened nearby. Knowing that it couldn't be good that the TVA had followed her so quickly, she took off towards the small gate she could see on the other side of the garden.
She yanked the wheeled grill into her path as she passed it, knowing it would buy her precious moments even as her stomach growled at the sight of the salmon and whole carrots cooking on it. Time moved differently when jumping through it more or less randomly. Thus there was no real way of knowing how long it had been since Sylvie had last eaten anything. All her stomach could tell her was that it had been a while.
The gate opened into a little alley that was barely large enough for a large vehicle to pass through and still leave room for the trash bins that seemed to line either side. Sylvie could hear the old woman yelling at the agents that had followed her, sounding far more upset with their arrival than she had been with Sylvie's (broken plant pot or not). That faded as Sylvie continued running.
She couldn't let them get her. She couldn't let them take her back to that place, wherever it was. She already knew that she couldn't go home, that they had destroyed it when they had taken her. Her mother—adopted or not, Frigga was still the only mother she knew—was gone, all because Sylvie existed. She choked back a sob that she couldn't afford to take as she rounded the fence at the end of the alley onto a busy street filled with shops.
Spying another alley across the road but up a few buildings, Sylvie took off towards it. She barely managed to not get swiped by the side mirror of an indigo car that blared its horn at her. She heard one of the agents shout at her to stop, but paid it no mind as she dived behind some more bins feeling herself shrink as she did.
As a kitten, she couldn't fight well, but she was better at hiding. All she had to do was wait the agents out. They never stayed long in any particular time. It would be easy.
Sylvie pressed herself harder against the wall behind her as it began to rain.
This was just her luck.
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To be continued
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