pusillanimous- Violet Baudelaire x fem! reader

Chapter Seven

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day simps. Thank you all for 2k reads. I'm glad you're all enjoying it.

The taxi driver was leaning on the door, ranting about something boring as we stepped out of the car back at Josephine's house. Violet thanked him and payed the fee as I opened the door to the house and held it for them.

"We don't have much time before hurricane Herman arrives," I said as I stepped in behind Violet.

"The library," Klaus managed to get across.

"Good idea," Violet replied.

As we went into the library, Klaus said something undechiperable and Sunny made a confused noise. I tried to figure out what he had said but Violet had apparently heard him just fine.

"Got it," she stated. "Sunny and I will take baking soda baths to treat our hives while you begin your research."

I went to the kitchen to get the baking soda while she started the water and got Sunny ready for the bath. I reached up to open the cupboard and found the baking soda was on the top shelf. I sighed and got on my tippy toes, reaching my arm up as high as I could, but I still couldn't reach the baking soda. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up on the counter. I turned so my feet were planted on the clean tile and stood up. I then got the baking soda with no problem.

I heard footsteps coming near as I closed the cupboard, being careful not to hit myself. I saw Violet staring at me as I sat back down on the counter.

"Why didn't you just use the stool?" she asked.

I shrugged as I handed her the baking soda.

We sat there in silence for a bit.

"I'm glad you guys are here," I said quietly.

"We're glad to be here."

I gazed into her eyes and leaned forward as she stepped a bit closer to me. My heart was racing as I felt my eyes drift shut. Her soft lips connected with mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I got slightly dizzy as I kissed back, wrapping my arms around her neck. She reached up and pushed some of my hair behind my ear as we broke apart.

We looked at each other for moment. I wasn't sure what to say.

"I... better go before the tub overflows..." Violet trailed off.

"Yeah," I nodded and watched her rush back to the bathroom.

I smiled as I took a deep breath, going back to the library to help Klaus research and attempt to decode Josephine's note.
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"You were right, Klaus, a baking soda bath did wonders for our hives," Violet spoke as she walked in the room. "How's the research coming along?"

Klaus and I began explaining the note, going over the grammar mistakes one at a time. Violet picked up and looked at the letters we had fixed on the note as her eyes lit up with realization.

"Curdled Cave," she spoke.

"Yes, but why would Josephine's last words be about some cave?" Klaus inquired.

"Unless she only wants people to think she's dead. People that don't care about grammatical errors."

"Like Count Olaf!"

"Exactly. What if Curdled Cave is where she's hiding?"

"It's a place to view the Lavender Lighthouse," I explained. "I know how to get there."

"I saw a schedule for a ferry to get there when we were on Damocles Dock. It leaves in about seventeen minutes," Klaus stated.

"Let's gather everything we might need," Violet continued.

The house began tilting in the wind. We all panicked, Violet and I rushing to the other side of the room to grab onto the map attached to the wall. Klaus, however, didn't make it over there and slid across the floor towards the window. Sunny was holding onto the doorknob with her teeth. The safe flew open. I watched as the contents spilled out. The map Violet and I were holding onto began tearing. The wind blew the library back up to the house. Violet ran to the door and grabbed Sunny as I went to help Klaus. However, the library fell away from the house again. Klaus and I were thrown into the air. Klaus landed by the window, where there was a picture barely hanging on to a small piece of glass still attached to the window frame. I rolled over to a wall and climed up the shelves, yelling for him to follow me. But he was completely focused on the photo. He grabbed it as the house tilted more.

He fell out, grabbing onto a rug that had swung over and gotten caught on the shard of glass the photo had been resting on. I climbed up the shelves as fast as I could, finally making it past the doorframe with Violet and Sunny. The wind pushed the house up one last time and Klaus was thrown back into the room. He ran to us and barely made it before the room fell off the house completely. I took a breath, glad for a moment of safety as I looked out at the lake. The house then began falling apart completely. The four of us ran out, standing on the front steps of the house and looked behind us. The house made a whistling sound as it plummeted to the lake, splashing in. I heard thunder and it began raining again.
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"The Fickled Ferry isn't going to be running in this weather," I yelled over the wind.

"Then how are we going to get to Curdled Cave?" Violet shouted back.

We all stopped and looked over to a boat rental shop. Sunny murmured something that I took to mean "Pirate style." We walked over and I grabbed some raincoats, hats, and rainboots off of the rack outside. I handed them out, giving Violet the red set, Klaus the blue one, and a yellow one for Sunny. I helped Violet dress Sunny before putting on my green set of raingear.

We all got on the small sailboat, splashing through the turbulent waters of Lake Lachrymose. I was steering. I could almost hear my parents talking to me as I remembered the first time they had began teaching me to sail. I had always loved sailing. It was something I'd done my whole life living by Lake Lachrymose.

"Great job, sweetie. You're a natural! Now, show me how we steer!" my mom would always say.

I snapped back to reality and kept steering the boat, making sure we stayed above water. It was in moments like this, oddly enough, that my mind was clearest. I was completely focused on what I was doing, thinking about it entirely.

Sailing across Lake Lachrymose in the middle of a hurricane offers a plethora of challenges. A plethora. A word which here means too many to list. But one may try.

I kept steering the boat through a whirlpool, then avoiding rocks. The hurricane soon calmed down as we got a chance to view a beam of purple light poking through the fog.

Sunny grunted happily. I figured she meant to say "Look!"

"It's the Lavender Lighthouse," Violet said.

I relaxed my arm, keeping the boat floating gently in the direction of Curdled Cave. We all took off our hats as we sailed onward.

"Lake Lachrymose is actually very pretty," spoke Klaus. "I never noticed it before."

"I guess we got used to looking at it through Aunt Josephine's eyes," Violet responded.

"Curdled Cave is for sale," I began. "Who'd want to live in such a fantasmagorical place?"

The cave seemed to roar as we neared the entrance.

"What was that sound?" Violet asked.

"It's just the wind," I reassured her, grabbing her hand as we sailed further towards Josephine's hiding place.