SeashellsThe glossy teal color of the sea was enough to bribe the seven year-old Olive to run on the isolated sand of the beach. "Auntie! Auntie! Look! Look!" With her little finger, she pointed to a horde of seagulls, fighting over the remains of beach fries that someone must have spilled earlier. The woman with the lavender hair walked up next to the little girl and smiled. "I see, Olive." She laid out the beach towels, then set up the umbrella. "Auntie Hannah, why do the seagulls pick at people food?" The little girl asked. Hannah chuckled. "It's because they like it, sweetheart. They think it's yummier than seagull food and fish." She replied. Olive looked up at the gorgeous woman with the bandage, her eyes brightening. "Can we feed them?" She asked. Hannah looked back at the 'Please don't feed the birds' sign. They were Trancys, they could pay a simple little fine. And they were on an isolated part of the beach reserved for only them, so nobody would notice. Hannah took out a bag of freshSeashells by ~Starsweep1999
Some things about moi:
I support a lot of ships. Get used to it. I don't necessarily hate any ships myself, except the ones that really really bother me.
Mainly an LoZ , Hetalia, Nintendo, and Avatar fan.
I do not mainly ship Zelink, but it's....okay.
I say 'You're comment made my day' a lot if you comment on my stuff. That's mostly because I love and read every single comment on my page, journasl, deviantions, ect. I also love to roleplay!
I make a lot of inside jokes, so if you have no idea what I'm talking about, I can explain. Ex. Scotland was 'hit' by a freight train, Zuko and Jet once did shots at a bar and then they had a similar situation to the Hangover, ect.
Ragazza Nella Tempesta :Pirate!ItaliesXReader:"(Name)~ More pasta, veh~"Ragazza Nella Tempesta :Pirate!ItaliesXReader: by *PrussianPersephone
You rolled your eyes and smiled as Feliciano Vargas held his plate up expectantly, his adorable face poised in a carefree grin as always. You took the plate and heaped some more of tonight's dinner - chicken alfredo with fettucini noodles - onto his platter before handing it back to him. "You know there's always more where that came from, Captain Feliciano," You reminded him kindly.
"Oi, (name)!" You looked over to where Lovino Vargas, Feliciano's older brother was sitting. He was holding his bowl up as well. "Get me some more tomatoes," He commanded gruffly.
You nodded and did as you were told, grabbing Lovino's bowl and dumping the seasoned tomato slices you had prepared earlier in the day. "Here you are, Captain Lovino," You said before giving it back to him.
You were the chef on the Vargas' ship, and had been for about a year now. It was a pretty busy job, being that the entire crew was made up of Italians and they really loved to eat. But, you loved your
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