#commander blackburn

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See It: Eric Blackburn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989

Eric doesn’t expect to fall in love with his Intelligence Officer. It’s the sort of thing that creeps up on a man, that he doesn’t realise is happening until his hands are in her hair and he’s buried deep inside her making her say his name.

Eric.

It sounds so sweet on your lips.

On base he’s always Commander Blackburn but when he’s fucking you he’s Eric.

You’re close now he can tell, it’s in the hitch of your breathing, the way you tighten around his cock. His thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw, guiding your gaze back to his.

“I want you to look into my eyes and see it.” He whispers against your lips at the height of climax. “I want you to see exactly how much I love you.”

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#eric blackburn #eric blackburn x reader #commander blackburn #commander eric blackburn #seal team

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Noble Court tags

valfrido 'd'vittorio' paladino {wolfen duke of kyren}

jennifer v'neptuna paladino {wolfen heiress of the kyren duchy}

joseph d'topaizn paladino {wolfen knight of the kyren duchy}

zatanna i. dorweal {heiress to the xu duchy}

oscar tristen fitpatrick {duke of yingling}

jeremy miles fitzpatrick {brother of yingling's duke}

victor r. jefferson {lord commander of the camellian military}

lorenzo charito robertslaw {marquess of the mountains}

britany-adelaide lirana marsh {marchioness of xu yong}

nathaniel arlington knightborne {weaponsmith of camellia}

sebastion blackburn {viscount of kyren}

gabriela winds {viscountess of xu yong}

mary raymonda {viscountess of yingling}

martha rapth {viscountess of yingling}

arabella st.buckingham {illegitimate daughter of the viscount of yingling}

#valfrido 'd'vittorio' paladino {wolfen duke of kyren} #jennifer v'neptuna paladino {wolfen heiress of the kyren duchy} #joseph d'topaizn paladino {wolfen knight of the kyren duchy} #zatanna i. dorweal {heiress to the xu duchy} #oscar tristen fitpatrick {duke of yingling} #jeremy miles fitzpatrick {brother of yingling's duke} #victor r. jefferson {lord commander of the camellian military} #lorenzo charito robertslaw {marquess of the mountains} #britany-adelaide lirana marsh {marchioness of xu yong} #nathaniel arlington knightborne {weaponsmith of camellia} #sebastion blackburn {viscount of kyren} #gabriela winds {viscountess of xu yong} #mary raymonda {viscountess of yingling} #martha rapth {viscountess of yingling} #arabella st.buckingham {illegitimate daughter of the viscount of yingling}

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I. Uruk Culture Other than when Magrot arrives to the quarrel over the tree (1x03), where the other uruks seem on their toes almost as much as the humans and elves about what will happen with that water ration, some even showing surprise at Magrot´s attack (if not the attack itself, then at least the chosen timing) they all seem very well aware what is about to happen when Adar fetches Rowan from the crowd (1x05):  Without any verbal command or even gesture(x)  from Adar, Grugzûk moves, before Rowan is even on his knees to drop the dagger onto Waldreg. The way they look at that scene seems more excited and curious about how this will play out on the human´s side. There also seems to be some glee in them, especially Grugzûk, or when "Fury" and Lurka look like they are about to put their heads together for some gossip.

It seems “Only blood can bind" is something they are used to and have experience with?

II. Cinematography Can we talk about that one shot where Adar throws Waldreg to the ground? The group forms a circle around them in the middle. Mostly human Southlanders on the left, uruks on the right. When Adar throws Waldreg, the humans move back, further to the left while the uruks move in from the right keeping the circle closed. Moreover the humans are holding the torches, which means the light is retreating with them, making way for the dark to move in!

| Adar (Joseph Mawle), Waldreg (Geoff Morrell), Rowan (Ian Blackburn), Bazur (Phil Grieve), "Fury" (Luke Hawker), Lurka (Robert Strange), Grugzûk (Edward Clendon) | The Rings of Power | 01x05 “Partings” |

#the rings of power #adar #waldreg #rings of power #adar trop #the rings of power s01e05 partings #lurka #grugzûk #unnamed uruk #bazur #mine lotr #uruk culture #fury

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Bunny Slippers: Chapter Seven

Summary: It's been three months since Julia first joined the Winchester brothers on their hunts. Julia and Dean continue to strengthen their connection, always finding a way to be close to one another. The three created a symbiotic existence, but this might be thrown out of equilibrium as they head on down to Louisiana for a new case that Sam had found.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC: Julia Blackburn ]

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5, 056 words

Author's Note: I did a bit of a time jump, and only eluded to the wholesomeness of Dean and Julia, but I hopefully you'll still enjoy the story.

Chapter Six

As the weeks melded together, Julia's presence within the Winchester's nomadic life became as indispensable as the lore books in the back of the Impala. Their journey, a continuous thread weaving through the tapestry of American highways, was punctuated by the rhythm of hunts that took them from one corner of the country to the other. The latest string of cases had caught their attention through whispers of high society vanishings—people disappearing like smoke after attending galas that glittered with wealth and secrets.

In the confined space of the Impala, their roles settled into a comfortable routine. Julia, ever the embodiment of curiosity and restlessness, had commandeered the front seat beside Dean. There, amidst the hum of the engine and the blur of passing scenery, she found solace in a mystery novel picked up during a brief pit stop. Dean, always a sucker for her pleas, had veered off their path the moment she mentioned wanting a new book, a testament to the soft spot he harboured for her quirks.

Her makeshift reading nook in the passenger seat—a tangle of legs on the seat, knees drawn up to support the book—offered her a world to dive into, away from the grim realities they faced. Wrapped in Dean's flannel, a memento from their first hunt together that she'd claimed as her own, she was a stark contrast to the world outside. The flannel, along with her colourful goldfish-designed socks and a Led Zeppelin tee, spoke volumes of the blend of comfort and identity she had found in their midst. Her tortoise-rimmed glasses magnified her focus, her green eyes, so similar to Dean's and yet uniquely hers, hidden behind the thick frames as they darted across the pages.

Dean, for his part, found his attention frequently drifting from the road to Julia. The sight of her, so engrossed in her book, brought an unspoken warmth to his chest. It was these moments, these glimpses of normalcy, that he cherished amidst the chaos of their lives. The flannel she wore, the details of her attire, even the way she bit her lip in concentration—each element was a reminder of how seamlessly she had woven herself into the fabric of their journey.

In the backseat, Sam was the anchor to their current reality, his attention buried in the paperwork and clues that might unravel the mystery of their latest case. His presence, a constant reminder of the stakes at hand, balanced the lightness in the front of the car with the gravity of their purpose.

As miles turned into memories, the trio navigated the complexities of their shared existence—each hunt, each moment of levity, weaving them closer, binding their stories into a shared narrative of resilience, camaraderie, and an unspoken bond that extended beyond the confines of the Impala's interior.

The harmonious bubble of silence and contemplation within the Impala was gently pierced by Sam's voice, a shift in the air as he moved from observer to bearer of news. "So, get this," he started, the rustle of papers in his lap punctuating his words, "that missing person case in New Orleans? Looks like it's not a one-off. It's linked to a bunch of others."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone mixed with the excitement of a puzzle beginning to reveal itself and the gravity of their implications. "Every incident happens once a month, and get this—all the victims are from the high society, the real movers and shakers of southern Louisiana."

The way Sam delivered the information, with a blend of analytical precision and a touch of intrigue, underscored the shift from their casual reprieve back into the world they were perennially entwined with. His revelation not only recaptured Dean and Julia's attention but also recentered their focus on the shadowy underbelly of the seemingly glittering world of the elite they were about to dive into.

Julia's sudden movement caught Dean's eye, her hands flitting around her in search of a makeshift bookmark. With a touch of ingenuity, she retrieved a gum wrapper from the depths of her flannel pocket, sliding it between the pages of her book before snapping it shut. Her actions, endearingly eccentric to Dean, went unnoticed by her as she pivoted her focus to Sam, her earlier literary immersion now replaced by a burst of proactive strategy.

"Okay, how about we find a motel, hit the internet for some old-school detective work, and bam!" Julia articulated, her hands slicing through the air to punctuate the 'bam,' a vibrant illustration of her plan materializing out of thin air.

Dean, unable to resist the opportunity for a playful jab, let a teasing smirk play across his lips. "You gotta lay off those spy novels, Jules. You're starting to make Bond look like an amateur," he quipped, the lightness in his tone a testament to their easy rapport.

However, his jesting facade softened into agreement, a nod to the wisdom in her words despite the playful delivery. "But you've got a point. We've been on the road almost non-stop. A deep dive into what's happening in New Orleans might just give us the edge we need. We'll set up shop, figure out our next move, and hit the ground running tomorrow." Dean's voice carried the weight of decision, a seamless shift from lighthearted banter to the focused resolve that characterized their unorthodox lives.

Under the cloak of night, the trio stood in the dimly lit parking lot of yet another nondescript motel. Julia, having gone ahead to retrieve the room keys, approached Sam and Dean with a stride that spoke of her growing comfort and camaraderie with the brothers. A cheeky smile played across her lips as she teased, "So, who's the unlucky one tonight?" In her hands, she held up two keys, her demeanor light and playful.

With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, she added, "And just so you know, I'm merciless in a pillow fight." Her jest was a testament to how seamlessly she had woven herself into the fabric of their lives.

Sam, who had indeed drawn the short straw more times than he cared to admit, opened his mouth to respond, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement. "I guess that means—"

But Dean cut him off, stepping forward with that characteristic blend of confidence and charm. "Looks like it's you and me tonight, sweetheart," he declared, plucking one of the keys from Julia's hand and moving towards the door with an ease that spoke volumes of their evolving relationship.

Julia, feigning exasperation yet unable to hide her amusement, retorted, "Seriously, Dean, you've been hogging all the 'bad luck' lately." As Dean unlocked the door, she playfully counted off on her fingers, "That's four hunts in a row now. You sure you're not rigging this somehow?"

Dean, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, steering the conversation away from his alleged streak of misfortune. "Forget my so-called bad luck," he quipped, leaning into their banter. "Now, about that pillow fight you were mentioning?" His tone was flirtatious, the undercurrent of their interaction charged with a playful intimacy.

Julia laughed, a light, genuine sound, and playfully smacked Dean's chest. "Keep dreaming, Winchester," she shot back, her smile radiant as she slipped out from under his arm, grabbed her duffel bag, and headed into the room they were to share, leaving a trail of laughter in her wake.

Sam, having observed the exchange with a mixture of amusement and brotherly concern, turned to Dean with a warning tone, "You're playing with fire, Dean." His words, though light, carried the weight of his protective instincts, a reminder of the uncharted territory they were navigating with Julia so close to the heart of their lives.

Not long after they had each found a moment of respite in their separate rooms, the trio reconvened in Sam's room, drawn together by the gravity of their task. The motel's dining table, a makeshift command center, was littered with laptops, scattered papers, and the remnants of hastily consumed takeout. It was here, amidst the glow of screens and the scratch of pen on paper, that they began to piece together the puzzle of New Orleans.

As they delved deeper, the pattern emerged with unsettling clarity. "So, it looks like all the missing persons are from the upper echelons of southern Louisiana's high society," Sam observed, his eyes scanning the data they had compiled. The air in the room was charged with a mix of concentration and concern, a reflection of the seriousness of their discovery.

Julia leaned in, her focus sharp. "And every disappearance lines up perfectly with one of those extravagant galas hosted by the Cartwrights," she added, connecting the dots with a precision that came from hours of sifting through event calendars and social media posts. The mention of Mr. and Mrs. James Cartwright, a prominent couple known for their lavish gatherings, added a new layer of complexity to their investigation.

Dean, who had been cross-referencing police reports with their findings, looked up. "The Cartwright galas, huh? Looks like high society's got a dark side. These aren't just parties; they're hunting grounds." His voice was laced with a mix of disdain and determination, a reflection of their resolve to unearth the truth behind the glittering façade of wealth and privilege.

Together, they mapped out the chilling pattern of disappearances, each gala marking a point where another member of the elite vanished without a trace. The realization that these social events were somehow linked to the mystery they were unraveling cast a somber shadow over their efforts. Yet, it also provided them with a direction, a tangible lead in the nebulous world of the supernatural they navigated.

"We've got our window," Sam stated, his voice steady, the implications of their findings casting a new light on their next steps.

"Yeah, and it's a tight one," Dean added, his gaze shifting between his brother and Julia, a silent vow to prevent another name from being added to the list of the vanished.

Julia leaned forward, her eyes alight with a mix of determination and concern. "Looks like we're crashing a gala," she said, the gravity of the situation wrapped in a veneer of resolve. Their path forward was clear, albeit fraught with the unknown. The trio understood the challenge they faced, the complexity of infiltrating the closed world of the elite on such short notice.

Yet, in that motel room, amidst the clutter of their research and the hum of a shared mission, there was an unspoken confidence in each other. They were united not just by the hunt, but by the bond forged through countless challenges faced together. Tomorrow night would be a test of their ingenuity, their courage, and their commitment to unraveling the darkness that lurked behind the glittering facade of high society.

With the decision made, a palpable sense of determination settled over the room as they concluded their late-night strategy session. The laptops snapped shut, marking the end of their digital deep dive into the world of New Orleans' elite. Julia rose from her seat, her movements signaling the wrap-up of their intense planning phase. As she passed by Sam, she offered his shoulder a gentle, appreciative squeeze, her smile warm and sincere.

"Time for me to hit the hay," she announced, her tone light yet tinged with the fatigue of the day's endeavors. "And Sam, you were on fire tonight," she added, her compliment acknowledging his crucial role in piecing together the puzzle of their latest case.

Dean, sensing the shift towards a much-needed break, pushed back his chair and stood, stretching slightly as he prepared to leave the room. His response carried the blend of humor and brotherly affection characteristic of his interactions with Sam and Julia.

"Yeah, Sammy, way to go digging up the dirt on the Cartwrights. You're like a regular Sherlock Holmes, minus the deerstalker hat," Dean quipped, a playful smirk on his face. "I'm hitting the sack too. We've got a big day tomorrow, and I need to be on my A-game if we're going to blend in with the high society crowd."

His words, light-hearted on the surface, carried an underlying acknowledgment of the gravity of their upcoming mission. With a final nod to Sam and a shared look with Julia that spoke volumes of their mutual respect and camaraderie, Dean headed towards the door, each step a reminder of the delicate balance they maintained between the darkness they chased and the light moments that kept them grounded.

The rhythm of life on the road had a way of forging connections and routines, often in the most unexpected ways. For Julia and Dean, sharing a motel room had quickly evolved from a practical arrangement into a series of small, domestic rituals that lent a semblance of normalcy to their nomadic existence. When Dean pushed open the door to their room, the sight that greeted him was both familiar and warmly anticipated. Julia, clad in her Van Halen t-shirt paired with Batman pajama pants and mismatched socks, was perched on the edge of her bed, a remote in hand as she navigated the late-night TV offerings. At Dean's entrance, her face lit up, her green eyes sparkling with an unspoken welcome.

"Hey, what's the verdict for tonight? Western showdowns or high-speed chases?" Julia queried, her voice playful as she glanced over at Dean, who had made his way to his own bed to unpack some essentials from his duffel bag.

Dean, unable to resist the opportunity for a light-hearted jab, responded with a cheeky grin. "I thought you were crashing out? What happened to beauty sleep?" His tone was teasing, signaling his appreciation for the comfortable pattern they had fallen into. Shower, change, then movie night—a simple sequence that had become their unwritten rule.

Julia's routine was predictable yet endearing to Dean. She'd claim her shower first, emerging refreshed and in her nighttime attire, while Dean took his turn afterward. Then came the crucial decision-making process: selecting a movie. More often than not, Julia would nestle into her bed, her attention split between the screen and Dean, until sleep claimed her halfway through their chosen film. It fell to Dean, then, to softly click off the television, ensuring the room's tranquility wouldn't be disturbed by the flickering images as Julia slept.

Before Julia had the chance to craft a response, Dean paused at the threshold of the bathroom, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, I'm in the mood for a classic showdown tonight," he declared, his voice tinged with the warmth of shared anticipation. The corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile, an unspoken invitation for Julia to dive into the treasure trove of late-night TV and unearth a gem for them.

With that, he vanished behind the bathroom door, the soft click marking the start of their evening ritual. Left to her own devices, Julia took up the challenge with a smile, her fingers dancing over the remote as she navigated through channels, on a quest to find the perfect western that would captivate them both for the night.

Dean re-entered the room, the sound of an old western movie greeting him, its iconic opening titles illuminating the dimly lit motel room. Julia was already cocooned in her bed, her attention captured by the screen. He moved across the room, quietly putting away his clothes before making himself comfortable on his own bed. Settling back against the headboard, Dean stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. This position wasn't just for comfort; it allowed him to split his attention between the movie's unfolding drama and Julia.

"I hope you like this one," Julia's voice floated over, tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "It's a John Wayne classic."

Dean couldn't help but smile softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. John Wayne, the epitome of the Wild West hero, always had a way of bringing comfort, no matter the setting. "You've got great taste, Jules," he replied, his voice carrying a warmth that only added to the room's coziness. He watched as Julia's attention briefly shifted from the screen to meet his, her gaze sleepy yet filled with a content smile that mirrored his own before she returned her attention to the movie.

"John Wayne, huh? You're pulling out the big guns tonight." Dean's tone was playful, teasing even, as he settled more comfortably against the headboard. "I guess we're in for a good old-fashioned showdown then. Just remember, if any cowboys come knocking, I've got your back."

Julia's laugh, light and genuine, filled the space between them, bridging the gap that the day's weariness had built. It was moments like these, simple and unadorned, that Dean cherished the most. The outside world, with all its chaos and demands, could wait. Tonight, it was just them, John Wayne, and the promise of a good story unfolding on the screen.

As the movie reached its midpoint, Dean glanced over at Julia, finding her exactly as he had anticipated: asleep. The soft, rhythmic breathing told him she had succumbed to sleep's gentle embrace, her face serene and untroubled in the dim light of the room. With a tender smile, he quietly rose from his bed, the action deliberate and careful not to disturb the peaceful scene before him.

He reached for the remote, his movements slow and muted, and turned off the TV. The sudden quiet that enveloped the room seemed almost sacred, a testament to the night's tranquility. Dean then made his way back to his bed, the sheets cool and inviting against his skin.

As he settled in, he allowed himself a moment to watch Julia, the steady rise and fall of her chest a comforting sight. It was these quiet moments, these snapshots of peaceful companionship, that he treasured the most. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, letting the serene atmosphere lull him into a restful sleep, the day's adventures a faint memory as he drifted off into the night's embrace.

* * *

As dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, Julia awoke to find Dean still lost in the depths of sleep. She propped herself up on one elbow, taking a moment to admire the peaceful expression that softened his usually guarded features. The morning light painted a golden outline around his resting form, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Despite the urge to brush her fingers through his tousled hair, she resisted, not wanting to disturb the rare tranquility that sleep afforded him.

Instead, Julia quietly gathered her clothes, tiptoeing into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. She emerged dressed in her signature style: classic '90s high-waisted straight jeans paired with a black and purple Metallica band t-shirt. Her auburn curls cascaded around her face as she neatly packed away her pajamas. Slipping into the flannel shirt she'd borrowed from Dean on their first hunt together, she wrapped it around herself like a warm embrace. After lacing up her boots and tucking her hair behind one ear, she approached Dean's bed with a mixture of affection and determination.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Julia whispered, her voice a soft melody in the quiet room. She gently nudged Dean's shoulder, watching as his eyes fluttered open, clouded with the remnants of sleep.

Blinking slowly, Dean peered up at her, a groggy smile tugging at his lips. "Am I in heaven?" he mumbled, his voice husky from sleep, teasing her with his charm even in his half-awake state.

Julia couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head at his flirtatious antics. "You, Dean Winchester, are utterly ridiculous," she retorted, her smile betraying the affection behind her words as she withdrew her hand from his shoulder.

"I'm gonna check on Sam. Make sure you're ready to roll by the time I get back," she announced, heading towards the door with a purposeful stride. Pausing with her hand on the doorknob, she glanced back at Dean, who had yet to make any move to get out of bed.

"And if I come back and you're still lounging here, I'm subjecting you to my 'hippie' playlist all the way to New Orleans," she warned, her playful threat eliciting a groan from Dean as he finally began to push the covers aside.

"Alright, alright, I'm up," Dean grumbled, but his tone was light, filled with the unspoken comfort of their routine banter. As Julia left the room with a satisfied smile, the day ahead promised yet another adventure, woven together by their shared moments and the unbreakable bond they continued to build.

Julia's knock on Sam's door was met almost immediately, as if he had been waiting just on the other side. The door swung open to reveal Sam, already dressed for the day, his presence towering yet welcoming. Julia couldn't help but offer a bright smile in greeting.

"Good morning!" she chimed, her voice carrying the lightness of a new day.

"Morning, Jules," Sam responded, his tone warm and inviting as he stepped aside to let her in. There was a certain ease in his greeting, a testament to the camaraderie they shared.

As Julia entered, Sam's demeanor shifted to one of focused concern. "Glad you're up. I was just about to head over. I've been digging into the gala details, and it looks like attendance is strictly by invitation," he explained, moving towards his laptop to pull up the information he'd been reviewing. Julia joined him, leaning in to scan the screen as he pointed out the relevant details.

Sam's brow furrowed as he considered their predicament. "So, I'm not sure how we're going to get in there and figure out what's happening," he admitted, his voice laced with the frustration of hitting a roadblock.

Julia, arms crossed over her chest, absorbed the information before a spark of an idea lit up her expression. "I think I might have a way to get us in," she said, turning to face Sam, her confidence piquing his interest.

Sam's eyes narrowed, curiosity and a hint of skepticism mixing in his expression. "How?" he asked, the single word heavy with both doubt and hope.

With a casual shrug that belied the significance of her next words, Julia revealed her plan. "I just need to make a call. An old sorority sister of mine... she's likely to have access or know someone who does. She can probably get us those invitations," she shared, her tone suggesting this was just another day's work for them.

Sam paused, absorbing the information, his initial skepticism fading into impressed acknowledgement. "That could actually work," he conceded, a slight smile breaking through as he recognized the potential in Julia's plan. The possibility of gaining entry into the gala suddenly seemed within reach, thanks to Julia's unexpected connection.

Dean had quickly gotten dressed and packed his bag, ready to face whatever the day had in store. As he opened his door to the crisp morning air, the sight that greeted him was one of focused activity. Sam was leaning casually against the wall outside, his bag resting at his feet, while Julia paced back and forth across the parking lot. She was deeply engrossed in a phone conversation, gesturing animatedly as she spoke. Dean couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the scene unfolding before him.

"What's going on with her?" Dean inquired, nodding subtly towards Julia, his curiosity piqued by her animated discussion.

Sam straightened up slightly, turning to Dean with an expression that mixed amusement and anticipation. "She's on the phone with her sorority sister, trying to finagle us a way into the Cartwright gala," he explained, keeping an eye on Julia's pacing figure.

Dean watched Julia for a moment, a smile playing on his lips at her evident passion and determination. "How long has she been at it?" he asked, his tone light, clearly entertained by Julia's fervor.

"Going on at least twenty minutes now," Sam replied, his voice carrying a note of respect for Julia's dedication. He glanced at his watch, then back at Dean, signaling the importance of their mission and Julia's role in it.

Dean's smile widened, appreciating not just Julia's efforts but also the dynamic of their team. "Gotta love her dedication," he mused aloud, fully aware of how crucial her success on this call could be for their plan. The morning, crisp and promising, seemed to hold a sense of anticipation, with Julia's animated conversation acting as the prelude to their next big adventure.

As Julia's conversation stretched on, Sam and Dean busied themselves with loading their bags into the trunk of the Impala. With the trunk closed, they both leaned against it, watching Julia pace and talk. Minutes ticked by, and the rhythmic sound of their synchronized stomachs rumbling broke the morning stillness.

"That's it," Dean declared abruptly, pushing off from the Impala with a determined look. He strode over to Julia, who was still deeply engrossed in her conversation. Placing a gentle but firm hand on her back, Dean steered her toward the car. He opened the back door for her, signaling it was time to multitask.

"–sorry, one sec, Chels," Julia said into the phone, her tone switching as she momentarily covered the receiver. She turned to Dean, annoyance flickering in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, her patience thinning.

Dean didn't miss a beat, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of humor. "Look, we're both starving here, so why don't you hop in and keep talking while we head out to grab something to eat?" His hand rested on the door, waiting patiently but with an evident expectation for her to comply.

Rolling her eyes, Julia couldn't help but acknowledge Dean's point. With a mild huff, she slid into the car, settling into the back seat as she resumed her conversation. "My bad, Chels. Now, what was that you were saying about Lana?" she continued, her annoyance swiftly replaced by a renewed focus on her call.

Dean closed the door behind her, sharing a knowing look with Sam that mixed amusement with their shared hunger. They climbed into the front seats, ready to embark on the next leg of their journey with the day's mission steadily unfolding, underscored by the promise of breakfast and the potential breakthrough Julia's conversation could bring.

As the Impala cruised down the street, the snippets of Julia's animated conversation floated through the car. Her exclamations of "No way!" and descriptions like "Yeah, tall, dark, and handsome," along with plans for lunch and dress shopping, filled the space. When she mentioned someone being "super hunky," Dean couldn't resist turning to Sam with a knowing wink, clearly amused and assuming the compliments were directed at him.

Her voice pitched up in excitement as she exclaimed, "Oh Em Gee! Chels, you're an absolute gem!" Promises of "Cross my heart!" and a cheerful "Okay, see you later, kisses!" marked the end of the call. Dean watched her through the rearview mirror as she leaned forward, placing a hand on both Sam and Dean's shoulders.

"I've got good news and bad news," she began, her tone a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Sam turned slightly, his eyebrows raised in interest. "Okay, hit us. What's up?" he asked, always ready to dive straight into the details.

Julia's eyes flicked between the two brothers, a mischievous glint appearing. "We're in," she announced, pausing for effect, "but here's the catch—Sam, you'll have to go as her date."

The car filled with a momentary silence as the weight of her words settled. Sam's reaction was a mix of surprise and resignation, a slight smirk appearing as he processed the unexpected twist. "As her date, huh?" Sam mused aloud, turning the idea over in his mind. "Well, guess it's time to break out the charm then."

Dean cleared his throat, a hint of playful challenge in his tone as he caught Julia's attention in the rearview mirror. "Super hunky, huh?" he asked, his words laced with amusement and a touch of mock jealousy.

Julia turned her head to Dean, her expression a blend of amusement and defensiveness. "Well, I had to make sure she knew Sam wasn't just any ordinary guy," she retorted, her words quick and lighthearted, aiming to justify her choice of words during the call.

Dean's knowing smirk faltered slightly, his eyebrows raised in mock offense. "Oh, of course," he replied, his voice dripping with feigned hurt yet underscored by a genuine amusement at their banter. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking Sam's a potato, now would we?" His tone, teasing and light, effectively diffused any potential awkwardness, highlighting the easy camaraderie and constant ribbing that defined their interactions.

"Sorry, Dean, the other part of the bad news is you're my plus one," Julia continued, a playful challenge in her tone. "Just a heads up, I've got two left feet when it comes to dancing." Her face lit up with excitement, clearly pleased with the arrangement.

Dean tried to maintain a neutral expression, but the thrill of being Julia's chosen companion sent a wave of excitement through him. His heart raced, a mixture of giddiness and anticipation bubbling beneath the surface. "Trying to keep the best brother for yourself, Jules? Seems pretty selfish," he teased back, his voice light but filled with unspoken delight.

Julia's excitement didn't wane as she delivered more news. "I also forgot to mention, Chelsea booked us at a really nice four-star hotel," she said, her enthusiasm infectious.

"So, you two can chill at the hotel or go information hunting while I fulfill my part of the deal by going dress shopping," she explained, leaning back in her seat, the twinkle in her eyes betraying her excitement for the adventure ahead.

Dean, unable to contain his amusement and the prospect of the upcoming gala, quipped, "Well, looks like we're going to be living it up, thanks to you and Chelsea. Just remember, Jules, if you need a dance partner, I've got moves you've never seen." His tone was playful yet sincere, showing his support for Julia's plan and the unexpected thrill of their new mission.

To Be Continued...

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RAF Air Support Command 47 Squadron Blackburn Beverley C.1 XB267/B (1967)

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Call sign Guardian angle

Requested by Anon “we have to stop meeting like this.”

Brock Reynolds x reader

You just so happened to be walking past the command room when you over heard bravos team leader call for air extraction, “negative Bravo 1, to many tangos in the air the helicopter wont get cleared for take off you’ll have to exfil on foot.” Davis informed over coms. “We are surrounded we need air support now!” Jasons anger could be heard even over the choppy radio, you knew it wasn’t your place and not your call but you’ve covered Bravo team from the air multiple times, you even assisted them on your first solo air strike, 

so to say you had a soft spot for that team wouldn’t be far off. With a curse you stepped through the open door your flight suit standing out against the room of blue camo, “If I can provide cover for their helicopters would that get them cleared?” You asked making the room freeze around you, Bravos commander reached over Davis and spoke into the radio, “Stand by Bravo 1.” Then turned his attention to you, his eyes raking over your suit no doubt looking for a team patch or anything that would give up who you were only finding your top gun patch and call sign. “provide cover how? You are aware they are deep in enemy territory correct?” To which you shrugged your shoulders you were used to being in hostile environments, well over them anyways. Taking a step closer holding your hand out to introduce yourself, but someone beat you to it. “Lieutenant Y/n Y/l/n call sign Guardian, shes a fighter pilot,saved our asses a few times too”, Davis chimed in sending you a wink she knew exactly who you were and how a certain member of Bravo felt hearing your voice in the field, this was however her first time meeting you in person, “My jet is still on the runway it would take one call to go back up” you pushed, “a fighter jet is harder to get cleared than a fleet of Helios while we appreciate your help it would take to long,” Blackburn said, Turing back to his team to find another way to get his men out. “Good thing I’m better at asking for forgiveness than permission!” You yelled out, already making your way back to your jet. By the position of it you could tell Davis called and told the crew the plan. Pulling your steps down and climbing up pulling your helmet back on and getting situated again. “Havoc to Guardian do you read?” You heard over the coms her voice much different to the tower you were used to. “Guardian to havoc read you loud and clear,” you watched and waited until the ground crew waved you on. “Guardian Cleared for take off, Helio 13 cleared for take off,” the tower called feeling the rumble of your engine through your body would never get old always pulling a smile to your face, nothing would ever beat the feeling of being in the air just you and your jet, steering the joystick to line up with the runway, throwing a salute to the crew as always. Pushing the throttle you launched off the deck into the air banking hard left wing pointed down to the sea below and the other the sky as you made a flyby the communication room, Blackburn and Davis watching through the window, “fighter pilots always making risky moves.” Seeing you no furthers than twenty inches from the ship, “it seemed risky is just what we needed,” Davis stated before calling to update the team, “All bravo callsigns we have Air exfil inbound.”

“How’d that get cleared I thought we were on our own?” Clay asked Jason the team hunkered down behind cover taking shots through the windows of the house they were hiding In. The enemy hadn’t let up and he doubted they just changed their minds. “I don’t know.’ Havoc repeat your last?” The boys sat waiting throwing he occasional frag when the shooters outside got to close. “Air exfil and support in bound, Oh and Bravo five your going to love this.” Davis could be keep the smile out of her voice, the team turned to Brock, who had no idea what she meant, if this was just air support you would already be screaming across the sky to the team in distress but you were just playing defense today so you followed close behind the chopper your radar scanning the sky for any tangos. “Guardian to havoc can you patch me through to bravo?” You spoke through your headset, “affirmative patching you through.” “Good morning Bravo team your saving grace is two mikes out.”

“Angel?” “Bravo 5, We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”Hearing your voice Brock lets out a chuckle, he was the one to give you your call sign on your first op he called you the teams guardian angle and guardian stuck ever since, unless Bravo was around. the team knowing you were close started cracking on Brock, “uh oh angles are singing boys,” Clay who was new had no idea who you were. “Who are we talking about?” Before they could respond your voice cut through again “Havoc am I allowed to shoot at these guys or strictly intimidation?” Brock couldn’t help but smile a bit you hadn’t changed while he had never met you outside of coms he knew his little crush had grown just a bit. “Negative on the shooting Guardian.”

‘Alright alright’ you spoke to yourself coming up on the village Bravo was hiding in. flying as low as you could you dove down the side of the three story building and flew over the trucks the shooters were hiding behind. The shock and jet wash was enough to make them tuck tail and run giving bravo team enough time to reach the helicopter that landed behind the building. “That’s who we’re talking about” Sonny shouted to Clay to be heard over the helicopter rotors and your engine. “Guardian say hello to blondie Aka Clay Spencer.” Clay looked out the helicopter looking for the jet coming off empty until you rolled to the side from underneath completing a full roll around them. “Nice to meet you Clay,” waving to the team from your cockpit, moving to fly ahead of the helio, the team was confused normally you disappeared as quick as you showed up but you were staying right with them, “Hey pilot, why is she staying with us?” Sonny asked, Brock paying more attention than he was before, wondering the same thing. “She’s stationed on the ship,” hearing this Sonny snapped his head over to Brock, “well lookie here you might get the chance to meet your girl,” he didn’t even know your name and now he was supposed to just walk up to you, and say what? “Havoc to guardian, we have a blimp on your radar do you read,” taking a look at the radar you spot the blimp “Copy havoc going to investigate.” Brocks heart skipped a beat hearing this of course exfil was to easy, he just wished he was in a position to help if you needed it.

Pulling your nose up letting the wind push you up and over the helicopter (the gif above) rolling back over, the blimp getting closer they were flying the same altitude as the helio so you went up to 25,000 feet since you were so close to the Blackhawk you doubt they even knew you were there and that’s exactly how you want to keep it. “Havoc I have eyes it’s Pakistan military want me to engage?” Going inverted being hidden by the clouds above them. “We will try and make contact do not engage until we give the clear.”

You knew they would only let you play if they shot first or followed to close to the ship you just had to stalk and wait, “Blackhawk increase speed see if you can shake them.” As you expected they sped up keeping pace with your helicopter, you were about to hit open water the time to strike ticking down. “Havoc to Guardian Pakistani military refuse to fall back until we tell him why we are here, if they get within three miles of the ship you’re clear to engage.” Moving into position behind the foreign helicopter watching the distance until you can make your move. “Copy havoc waiting to engage.” Unfortunately you couldn’t just shoot a missile out and call it a day, they weren’t expecting a fighter jet nor do they have the weapons to fight one so unless they have a suicide mission the bogey will back off just have to wait and one more second. The alarm in your jet goes off signaling the set danger zone. Being pressed back into your seat you dropped below the helicopter shooting back up right in front of their nose forcing them to swing wide to avoid contact. Back on the Blackhawk Bravo team was watching your dogfight like a movie “Woah Brock I might have to steal her for myself you think she likes Texas barbecue? Ouch Ray!” Sonny rubbed his arm where Ray whacked him even Cerberus was watching the in air action. Taking more dives at their aircraft forcing them to turn back towards land. Getting closer when they tried to turn back towards the water. ‘Alright play time is over’ you said to yourself, lining up the missile lock knowing an alarm would go off letting them know they were about to be in checkmate, after a good second they backed off and headed back to land. Doing a few more passes to make sure they weren’t circling back you spun back taking your spot next to the hovering Blackhawk. Laughing as you saw bravo celebrating inside, giving your own fist bump into the air. “Air is clear havoc requesting to land” making the lap around the aircraft carrier lining up with the strip to land your body jerking as you caught the band slowing your jet to a hard stop. Going through your post flight checks with the crew you just barely saw bravo team being ushered off the deck to debrief. Only locking eyes with the tallest one for a second before he disappears. It was after your own debrief and light scolding that you were walking back to your room, being stopped by a dog running through the hallway and stopping at your feet looking up at you with big brown puppy dog eyes. “Why hello cutie” dropping to your knees running your fingers through his fur laughing as he licked your chin, “Cerberus!” Someone yelled and wouldn’t you know its the same guy you saw on deck, he visibly released a breath seeing the dog with you. “Thank god I though he’d be half way to the kitchen by now.” He spoke making his way over grabbing the dogs collar but not pulling him away from you letting you continue to pet him. “Well if he did make it there I’m sure he’d have no problems getting whatever he wanted, wouldn’t you cutie pie.” The last part you spoke in your puppy dog voice. Behind Brock Bravo team was peaking around the corner watching the interaction, “Does he seriously not know its her? Ray come on even the dog knew let me call dibs on her.” Sonny begged, making Ray hit him again. “Relax Sonny he’ll figure it out.” Ray at least hoped he would.

Cerberus had moved from the floor to crawling in your lap forcing you to fall back against the wall not that you minded at all, making small talk with his handler Davis walked passed bravo huddled around the corner, “why in the world are y’all crowding the hallway?” “We are watching Brock and Guardian.” At Clays explanation Sonny huffed, “more like watching him tank it with her.” Davis shook her head. What would these boys do without her. Strolling past the operators, “Hey Guardian, nice flying thanks again for helping us get these guys out of trouble.” She said giving Brock a firm pat on the back, knowing it finally clicked when his eyes widened. “No problem anytime,” giving you a nod of her head goodbye she walked past turning around frantically pointing at you behind your back. “It’s her!” She mouthed, “I didn’t know you were bravo.” You said noticing the matching patches on his shirt and the dogs vest quickly assuming that’s their unit patch. “And you didn’t tell me you were my angel.” You could feel the blush crawling up your cheeks. “You know my official call sign is Guardian right, you’re the only one that calls me angel.”

Even though he knew he didn’t have a right to he felt a sense of possessiveness flood him, good he should be the only one who gets to call you that. You peeked around Brock to see Bravo duck back behind the wall, with a laugh you stood giving Cerberus a final pet behind the ears. “Looks like your team is waiting for you, Don’t be a stranger Bravo 5.” You winked, waving to the team that was trying to act nonchalant as you passed. The second you were out of sight they swarmed Brock who was telling Cerberus what a good boy he was leading him to you. “So what happened?” Looking at his team leader with a lovestruck look, “I’m never leaving this boat.”

Bravo team was off for a few days waiting for the target package to get cleared while word didn’t slow down for you, you did find yourself spending your free time with Bravo, and Brock. It was weird getting to know the teams you saved you knew next time you’d be even more worried knowing your friends were the ones down there putting personalities to a unit was dangerous, but you don’t regret it.

“Not that we don’t love having you slum with us why haven’t you invited any of your hot fighter pilots to join us?” Sonny asked, you were all playing rounds of call of duty in their little living room area they had it was the last day they had on the carrier you can admit you were going to miss them maybe one more than the others, Brock glared at him from beside you even cerb picked his head up of your lap to give the man a look. “Well Sonny we don’t really hang out like you guys do.” Now that got Jasons attention the team was everything to them he couldn’t imagine doing it alone, “Why not?”

“It’s more of a constant competition between pilots we don’t lets lose around each other,” you shrugged missing the look they all had, the next day you had another mission, just a simple strike and come back, you were on the deck doing preflight check with the crew. Just as you were about to climb in you heard your name being shouted, confused you turned around you saw Bravo team with their bags packed early, you had all said goodbye last night since you were supposed to be gone when they left, “What are you guys still doing here?” You reached down to pet Cerb who pulled against the leash Brock held to rub against your legs, “We had something we wanted to give you.” Jason said reaching out and patting your arm sticking something there, yo looked down at what once was an empty Velcro square was now covered with a Bravo patch, “We wanted you to know that we think of you as one of our own, that you always have a place with us at home or outside the wire.”

Taking a breath you swallowed the lump in your throat only being able to nod in thanks or your emotions would get the best of you, walking to the helicopter waiting for them each member took a turn saying goodbye again and patting the patch on your arm signifying they agreed with Jasons words, “Be safe up there girly, give em hell, death via Bravo from the sky!” Sonny shouted pointing to the sky making you and Brock who was the last one laugh at his antics, “so.” You dragged out, “so” Brock had a whole speech he wanted to say but the second he looked into your eyes he forgot every last word. Settling for a hug he wrapped you in his arms squeezing you tight, “I’m gonna miss you angel.” Sighing falling deeper into his chest, “I’ll miss you too, Bravo 5,” giving him one more smile you pulled away knowing the tower wouldn’t be happy if you were late taking off. You watched Brock walk away until he turned back and shouted “My number is sewn on the back of that patch so you don’t lose it!” Laughing and slightly giddy like a school girl who’s crush just asked you out you climbed in your jet. Fastening your belt you caught a glimpse of the patch, you didn’t thing anything could feel better then being in your jet but this time it felt that much sweeter. “Tower to Guardian you’re clear for take off.” With the go ahead you launched your jet off the deck and into the air ending up beside the Blackhawk oh how things have changed since your escort. The guys beating their fist in the air and a few against the patch that matched your new one. Giving your own a tap you dipped your wing twice as a final wave and shot off to your mission disappearing from sight. Normally you lived for work but with your newfound family maybe you’ll have something else to live for.

One year later

“And then the jet came flying over you could hear it coming a mile away” Sonny told the kids making fake jet noises to add to his storytelling a hand mimicking the maneuvers. It was a get together at Rays house everyone from Bravo was there including you, tucked under Brocks arm and cerb stuck to you on the other side feeling like the most protected person in the world stuck between two tier one seals that wouldn’t let anything happen to you, hell a whole team that wouldn’t and you felt that same about you them. “He’s told that story to everyone on base.” Brock whispered in your ear. “Well is a cool story sounds like an amazing pilot to pull that off.” You teased, making him let out a low chuckle nodding along. “Oh it was the best story, and that pilot is a special one. And Sonny is missing the best part excuse me.” Giving you a quick kiss he rushed to the other side of the fire joining in on the story pushing Sonny out of the way, “that story is cool but a even cooler one is how she got the name angle” as Brock launched into the story of your unofficial call sign you couldn’t help but look around and think how much things changed and how glad you were that you happened to walk passed havoc that faithful day.

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The Long Lost Siblings

Ship: Implied Gabriel of Blackburn x The Sheriff of Nottingham, Gabriel interacting with Marian and Sarah

Word Count: 1273

Summary: Gabriel sets out to speak with Maid Marian, but there's not much she can say without her father around. CWs for brief food mentions (kind of?), implied Sheriff wanting to use Gabriel's status for his own gain (though we all know the man has a big fat crush that offsets these desires), implied ambush by Robin Hood and his merry men, cliffhanger.

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Though the sheriff’s words had piqued Gabriel’s interest, he was hesitant to bother this “Marian,” especially with her higher status. Still, she lived here, in Nottingham, amongst people like him... so what really made them so different from each other?

Once his nerves about angering the sheriff again had passed, he finally set out for the rolling hills beyond the city, borrowing a shadowy horse with fiery eyes. Gabriel had little experience with actually riding horses, but this animal seemed willing to work with him, trotting along at a comfortable pace while he psyched himself up.

How to even start a conversation like this? “Hi, I’m Gabriel, the sheriff told me to ask you about your family because he thinks we might be related?” And who knows what Marian was actually like... what if she were cold toward him the moment he arrived? As his thoughts wandered, his hand fiddled with the cross around his neck. Slowly, he began to take in his surroundings, and he felt his stomach drop as he gripped the reigns in front of him.

“Woah...” He commanded, staring wide-eyed at the trees on either side of him. He hadn’t considered he would have to make his way through Sherwood Forest in order to reach his destination. Skin prickling, he pressed low against the back of the horse and urged it forward once more, now on high alert. The dappling of the sun through the vibrant foliage would’ve almost been mystical if Gabriel had not been so tense. Somewhere far off he heard a whistling. He reached up to pet the horse’s neck soothingly, more to reassure himself than the animal. Lord, you know I’m not as much of a holy man as you’d surely like me to be, but please grant me safe passage through these wicked woods...

He signalled for the horse to pick up the pace, just barely glimpsing the bright parting of the treeline up ahead. Wooden chimes clunked together and branches whined with each step the beast took down the road. Gabriel’s mind raced. He should turn around now, before Robin Hood appeared, but he was frozen in place, stuck to the back of his horse. He supposed having an animal with such a dark coat gave him an advantage in the shadows, but it didn’t mean he was safe. All was still for three agonizingly long seconds before Gabriel swore he heard someone behind him.

He drove the horse into a canter, then a full gallop as his soul reached for the light beyond the trees... and when he burst into it, he gasped in relief, never so grateful before to feel the sun’s warmth on his face. And Marian’s home was not far, he could see it in the distance. He rode down the field, shaking with tears in his eyes. To make the return home would be just as hard, so he savoured his time out of the line of fire. When he reached the large stone building, he slid off of his horse and led it toward the property’s stable. There, he found a homely maiden, her brunette hair tied away from her round face in a simple braid.

“Are you Maid Marian?” Gabriel asked, slightly out of breath. The woman looked up, surprised at the sound of a visitor.

“No, but she is my lady... who are you?”

“Ah, forgive me... I’m Gabriel of Blackburn. A friend of mine in the city encouraged me to find Maid Marian... I-I know this sounds a bit odd, but he believes we must be related.”

The surprise remained on the woman’s face. “Who might this friend be?”

He felt warmth flow into his cheeks and ears. “The Sheriff of Nottingham, ma’am.”

At this, her brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it for a moment before speaking once more. “If my lady wishes to speak to you, you shall have at it. If she doesn’t, you must return back the way you came, at once.”

Now it was Gabriel’s turn to be puzzled. “Well... alright.” He glanced back toward the forest and swallowed while the maid went off to fetch Marian. It wasn’t long before a woman with flowing, curly hair in an almost identical shade to Gabriel’s appeared, wearing a green dress with gold embellishments.

“So, this is Gabriel?” Marian spoke. Gabriel bowed in respect.

“A pleasure to be in your presence, my lady.” He straightened up and attempted to fix his hair, as it had fallen in his face when he dipped. “I hate to be a bother... truly, I don’t know where to begin...”

“The sheriff thinks we’re related?”

“Oh-- yes, yes he does. Wouldn’t tell me why or how he has any inkling of that being the case...” Gabriel studied Marian’s features as respectfully as he could. “I suppose... if you put on a little more weight in the face, yes... I could see the similarities between us. But related...?”

“Why don’t you come inside? Sarah, will you fetch us some tea?”

“Of course, Lady Marian.”

~~~

Once settled inside a sunny drawing room, with cups of tea in hand, Marian began to tell Gabriel all she knew- or at least, all she wanted Gabriel to know.

“My father liked to travel, before he settled with my mother and they had me... it’s not impossible that he was in a relationship prior to this,” she began, stirring honey into her tea.

“He hasn’t happened to mention a...” Gabriel cleared his throat, far from used to speaking about his mother nowadays, “Catherine, has he?”

Marian considered this for a moment. “I don’t believe so.”

Gabriel nodded. “Doesn’t surprise me, whether he’s truly my father or not. Not many would like to associate with the likes of her, believe me.”

“The more I look at you two...” Sarah began before shaking her head in disbelief.

“Has he ever mentioned Blackburn, my hometown?” Gabriel pressed. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so determined to get answers. If it was all a false trail, his life would remain mostly unchanged, though the future of his relationship with the sheriff would become much more awkward.

“He may’ve. But that doesn’t prove anything. You’d have to talk to him yourself about it, but he’s aiding King Richard in the Crusades at the moment.”

“Would you send him a letter on my behalf?”

Marian hesitated, but when her eyes met Gabriel’s a willing and determined expression took her. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. You’ve intrigued me.”

“Thank you so much, my lady,” Gabriel bowed his head. “And thank you for the tea as well.”

“And for feeding and watering your horse,” Sarah added. Though not much progress had been made, Gabriel left Maid Marian’s home feeling a bit more optimistic. Her father’s word would be final, if he told the truth. As he entered Sherwood Forest, doubt rose again; even then, what would happen after the confirmation if it was all true? Would it not be a scandal if it got out that the brother of King Richard and Prince John had had a child before his marriage? Would they not all be scrutinized? Would Gabriel’s royal blood even matter at that point?

It matters to the sheriff, a small voice inside of him called out. It matters to him very much.

But why is this so? Because we’re such close friends?

You know as much as I... we’re the same person, after all.

The cracking of a branch shook Gabriel out of his internal conflict, and a scream ripped through him as an arrow whizzed over his head.

#at this point i've literally just made this my own interpretation of r.ob.in h.oo.d featuring ala.n rick.m.an's sher.iff of nott.ingham #FHFHFHFH #circus scripts #self shipping #self shipping community #gay self ship #trans self ship #self insert #self insert oc #self insert x canon #oc x canon #self x canon #q'd #🗡️A Heart of Black Charcoal🖤 #🐎⛪.s/i

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WARP Uniforms

Finally got them fully sorted out (just need to finish making the female version of the uniforms)

Pulling mostly on Forbidden Planet, using the Orville uniform as a base. The SR (Search and Rescue) craft are indicated by blue piping The XL (eXploration and Law/patrol) craft is indicated by red piping

Commanders of the XL (eXploration and Law - aka Patrol) Fireball craft like Zodiac wear red

(he's a red head in the comics, and roughly half of the puppets were gingers, so my Steve is a red head XD )

=========== Science officers and engineers like Matic and Stephen Blackburn (Cpt Brown) wear yellow

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Medical officers like Venus and Mason Frost (Doctor Goldenrod) wear green

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Commanders of the SR (Search and Rescue) Fireball craft like Conrad Turner (Captain Black) and Dirk Gunter wear blue

(Dirk Gunter is a character from the first Captain Scarlet novel, who was honestly quite fun.)

I renamed WSP (World Space Patrol) to WARP (World Astronaut Rescue & Patrol) simply because WSP would be pronounced as 'wasp' and because WSP also stands for the World Security Patrol, which is the 'parent' branch that both WARP and WASP are a part of.

(I also worked a tip of the hat to Thick44, Tony Schnur, of Neebs Gaming, who I fortunate enough to have met and talked to a few times, who passed away a few days ago)

#Fireball XL5 #WSP #WARP #Uniforms

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Round 1 Brackets!

Hello everyone! I am publishing the brackets for the poll, which will start tomorrow at 9:00 AM ECT with the eight first polls.

Here is how this will work: each bracket has two sides, and the winner of each side will compete for first place. Then, the first place of each bracket will compete for first and second place of the overall poll, and the second place for each side will compete for the third place of the overall poll.

Note: The only propaganda I will put in this first round, will be everything that was put under the "tell your story" part on the form. However you are more than welcome to send propaganda via asks or reblogs, I will be answering everything. Also, if you need to tag me, go ahead! And if you need want me to send you what you put under "propaganda" in the form to use for your own propaganda, I will gladly send you as fast as I can, just send me a DM.

With that said, lets show the brackets!

Bracket 1:

Leo Hölzer and Adam Schürk [Hönk/Adeo], Tator Saarbrückend vs Sydney Losstarot and John Hardin [SydneyHardin], Vagrant Story

Shin Tsukimi and Yoo Joonghyuk [Shinhyuk], Your turn to die and Omniscient reader's viewpoint vs Captain Grime and Hop Pop [GrimeHop], Amphibia

Vee Noceda and Willow Park [Veelow], The owl house vs Jimmy Olsen and Etta Candy, DC Comics [CandyOlsen]

Todoroki Shoto and Toga Himiko [TodoToga], My Hero Academy vs Bluefur and Skywatcher, Warrior Cats [BlueWatcher]

Dr.Facilier and Mad Hatter [HatLovers], Descendants and Wonderland 2011 musical vs Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera and Gandra Dee [Fendra], Duck Tales 2017

Two-gun kid (Matt Hawk) and Hawkeye (Clint Barton) [GunHawk], Marvel Comics vs Lego Batman and The Joker [Batjokes]

Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik and Bowser [Dr. Bownik], Sonic the Hedgehog and Mario Bros vs Hiccup Horrendous and Jack Frost [Frost Cup], How to train your dragon and Rise of Guardians

Ichie Otonashi and Fumi Yumeoji [Ichifumi], Revue Starlight ReLIVE vs July and Igawa [Juligawa], A3! Act Addict Actors

Zelda and Link [Zelink], Legend of Zelda vs Gavin Reed and RK900 [900Reed], Detroit Become Human

Sai and Ino Yamanaka [SaiIno], Naruto vs Sportacus and Robbie Rotten [Sportarobbie], Lazytown

Fiddlefort McGucket and Stanley Pines [FiddleStan], Gravity Falls vs Monoma Neito and Shinso Hitoshi [MonoShin], My Hero Academia

Zuko and Katara [Zutara], Avatar the Last Airbender vs Cyclops (Scott Summers) and Angel (Warren Worthington III) [ScottWarrenl], Marvel Comics

Tsukasa Tenma and Subaru Akehoshi [Subakasa], Project Sekai and Ensemble Stars vs Glorfindel and Celebrimbor [Glorfimbor], The Silmarillion.

Levana Blackburn and Salem [Queens of control] vs Giovanni and Ghetsis [Terribledadshipping], Pokemon

Rarity and Treehugger [RareTree], My little pony vs Polly and Sunny’s mom [BoundedLove], Omori

Takuto Maruki and Masayoshi Shido [MaruShi] Persona 5 vs Bilbo Baggins and Fiona [FionaBilbo], The Hobbit and Shrek

Bracket 2:

Hollyberry Cookie and Pitaya Dragon Cookie, CookieRun [Pitayaberry Cookie] vs Toga Himiko and Yuri [HimiYuri], My hero Academy and Doki Doki Literature Club

Achilles and Pepper [PepperAchilles], Hello from Halo Head vs Crookedstar and Yellowfang [YellowCrooked], Warrior Cats

Dirk Strider and Gamzee Makara [Gamzirk], Homestuck vs Clarke Griffin and Lexa [Clexa], the 100

Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi and Sakusa Kiyoomi [UshiSakuAtsu], Haikyuu vs JarJar, Queen Julia and Commander Stone [CommanderQueenJar], Star Wars: Clone Wars

Jedediah and Octavius [Jedtavius], Night at the Museum vs Dean Winchester and Castiel [Destiel], Supernatural

Hunter and Willow Park [Huntlow], The Owl house vs Richard Poole and Camille Bordey [Richarmille], Death in Paradise

Suzaku Kururugi and Lelouch vi Britannia [Suzalulu], Code Geass vs Princess Azula and Toph Beifong [AzuToph], Avatar the Last Airbender 

Quirrel and Tiso [Quirreltiso], Hollow Knight vs Kaedehara Kazuha and Wanderer [KazuScara], Genshin Impact

Foxy and Sans [Foxans], Five Nights at Freddy’s and Undertale vs Zukko and Sokka [Zukka], Avatar the Last Airbender

Shang Qinghua and Original Shen Qingqiu [Scumplane], The Scum Villain’s Self-Salving System vs Jonah Magnus (Elias Bouchard) and Peter Lukas [LonelyEyes], The Magnus Archives

Lloyd Garmadon and Brad Tudabone [Garmabone], Lego Ninjago vs Shadow the Hedgehog and Blaze the Cat [Shadaze], Sonic the Hedgehog

All Might (Toshinori Yagi) and Midorika Inko [Toshiniko], My Hero Academy vs MetaKnight and King Dede [MetaDedede], Kirby Series

Kitty Bennet and Steve Rogers (Captain America) [Rogernnet]; Pride and Prejudice, and Captain America vs Franziska von Karma and Maya Fey [FranMaya], Ace Attorney

Gus and Mattholumule [Gustholomule], The Owl house vs Berdly and Kris [Berdkris], Deltarune

The guy in Touch Tone Telephone and Cabinet Man [Game Theory], Lemon Demon vs Pioneer Nine and Jupiter Icy Moon Explorer (SatelitalLove), 17776/20020

Takumi Tonooka and Itaru Chigasaki [Tonoita], A3! Act Addict Actors vs Dallas and Bain [NaviMind], Payday: The heist and Payday two

PD: Feel free to send and ask if you have questions!

#bracket 1 #bracket 2 #round 1 #not a poll #brackets #tumblr polls #how did I end up shipping this poll

[the-empress-7]

“Has Charles retained ANY of the Queen's advisors? Even informally?”

A great many it seems, though some of these people were previously at CH.

 Appendix to Court Circular

17th March, 2023

The King has been pleased to appoint the following as Lords in Waiting: the Lord Luce KG, the Lord Janvrin and the Marquess of Cholmondeley.

His Majesty has also been pleased to appoint the following as Extra Equerries: Vice Admiral Sir Tom Blackburn, Lieutenant Colonel Sir Andrew Ford, Commodore Anthony Morrow, Admiral Sir George Zambellas, Lieutenant General Sir Alistair Irwin, Lieutenant General Sir John Lorimer, Vice Admiral Sir Anthony Johnstone-Burt, Lieutenant Colonel Sir Alexander Matheson of Matheson, Bt, Lieutenant Colonel Michael Vernon, Lieutenant Colonel Stephen Segrave, Sir Nicholas Bacon, Commander Richard Aylard, Major General Arthur Denaro, Sir Stephen Lamport and Mr Ashe Windham.

The appointments to date from 17th March, 2023.

Thanks anon!

[garyroachsanderson]

i would like to hear more about nerve’s original squadron! maybe a drabble or headcanons? 👀👀

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST THIS

NERVE X THEIR PAST SQUADRON - DRABBLE / HEADCANONS

After they joined, they were quickly deployed to America, back to their home country, and placed with a squadron.

A ‘squadron’ is a term for two or more flights (units) bunched together in one sort of team. In Nerve’s case, it was 2.

Their squadron was called The 176th Attack Squadron, but everyone had already agreed that was a stupid name, so they called themselves the Dovehawks. One flight was the Doves, and the others were the Hawks. Since both flights already had 14 people, Nerve sort of just.. existed in between. They were in both flights— mainly Hawk— but they were an authentic Dovehawk.

They flew A-10 Thunderbolt IIs. Nerve was upset about having to leave their Lassie behind after being deployed.

Nerve was considerably livelier and talkative with their original flight than they are now. They don’t think they’ll ever be like that again (unless i were to pull a few goofy strings)

Their flight members were actually very kind. It consisted of the following: (👽 means Nerve lost contact with them, ☠️ means KIA, and ❓ means genuinely MIA)

Fracture (👽) (37 Y/O American male, full name John Frazier) 🦅

Bearhug (👽) (34 Y/O Australian female, full name Lizzy Carlson) 🦅

Turtledove (☠️) (19 Y/O Dutch male, full name Cassidy Longlegs) 🦅

South (👽) (43 Y/O American male, full name Altan Kose) 🦅

Laylow (👽) (26 Y/O Lativan female, full name Agnese Kalnina) 🦅

Terrier (☠️) (30 Y/O Australian male, full name Joseph Klitzman) 🦅

Two Teeth (☠️) (56 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name William Sanders) 🦅

Softspot (👽) (28 Y/O American female, full name Hannah Sanders) 🦅

Boxcutter (👽) (18 Y/O American female, full name Hailey de Guzman) (AKA: Nerve’s best friend) 🦅

Kamikaze (❓) (24 Y/O Australian male, full name Alexander Tenorman) 🦅

Gimoteo (❓) (27 Y/O Australian male, full name Derek Tenorman) 🦅

Tiny (☠️) (42 Y/O American female, full name Vanessa Madden) 🦅

Pork (👽) (50 Y/O Australian male, full name Cosmo Barlowe) 🦅

Crow (☠️) (21 Y/O German female, full name Anna Fischer) 🦅

Nerve (❓) (16 Y/O American, first name Arkady (Аркадий), last name undetermined.) 🦅(🕊️?)

Baywatch (❓) (45 Y/O Polish male, first name undetermined but last name Adamski.) 🕊️

Seagull (👽) (30 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Saul Gull) 🕊️

Kenny (👽) (25 Y/O American male, full name Kenneth Thompson) 🕊️

Bulldog (☠️) (29 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Amy Deer) 🕊️

Ray (☠️) (40 Y/O American male, full name Raymond Jackson) 🕊️

FuFu (☠️) (26 Y/O American female, full name Bunny Blackburn) 🕊️

Button (❓) (53 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Seymour Buttefield) 🕊️

Bomber (👽) (20 Y/O Australian male, full name Frank Kaczynski) 🕊️

Nine (👽) (32 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Daniel Hudson) 🕊️

Screwloose (☠️) (50 Y/O Australian female, full name Mary Walsh) 🕊️

Saline (☠️) (24 Y/O Irish male, full name Fred O’Sullivan) 🕊️

Tombstone (☠️) (60 Y/O Irish male, full name Anthony Walsh) 🕊️

Wren (❓) (18 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Raina Simon) 🕊️

Ant (❓) (18 Y/O American male, full name Johnny Hodge) 🕊️

(here’s a secret: i haven’t read up on the air force since i was in the 8th grade, making this story. i’m reading all these details on the planes and shit from a paper i found lying in my closet /srs. my memory fails me, as i have no fucking idea what a ‘general chief sergeant’ is, so while i read up on the air force i’ll just say that fracture is the ‘big leader’, baywatch is second in command, etc etc etc, and bearhug, ray, pork, and south are the ‘sergeants’ of the crew. nerve is fracture’s teacher’s pet. boxcutter is nerves best friend. )

“Nerve! There’s something wrong with my jet.”

Their brown eyes glazed down the form of the soldier just in front of the base entrance, attempting to study her facial expression from the goggles blocking her eyes. The flow of sunlight from the outside drenched the soldier and illuminated her gear, but caught her darkened goggles, sending an impossibly bright glint of light Nerve’s way.

Placing a saluted hand upon their forehead, they dragged themselves from their work, their legs threatening to give out as they did. Hauling themselves across the smoothed concrete, placing their hands on their hips as they came to the side of their comrade. They paused, knees slightly bent, studying the back of the plane to discover the issue, before turning to Boxcutter with an eyebrow raised.

“Wait, something’s wrong with your gear.” She pointed a crude finger towards Nerve’s chest, her eyes sliding down their form. Something.. wrong with it? They had double checked it this morning. What could possibly be off?

As their eyes met the tip of her gloved finger, she quickly snapped it upwards, sending Nerve’s chin aloft, head pointed towards the rafters.

“Fucking idiot.”

Nerve hesitated, before pulling down their mesh face mask and exerting all of the force in their molars upon her still-pointed finger.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #modern warfare #cod oc #air force #nerve #fuck how do i write this #nerve cod

[bullet-prooflove]

SEAL Team Masterlist

Brian Armstrong Masterlist

Brock Reynolds Masterlist

Eric Blackburn Masterlist

Sonny Quinn Masterlist

Trent Sawyer Masterlist

#sonny quinn #sonny quinn x reader #seal team #brock reynolds #brock reynolds x reader #trent sawyer #trent sawyer x reader #brian armstrong #brian armstrong x reader #eric blackburn #commander eric blackburn #eric blackburn x reader #commander blackburn

[disasterfandoms]

Meet My Love || An Eric Blackburn Imagine

@galaxysanduniversesinmymind requests: “Eric Blackburn hosting the team bbq in a new relationship and he's kinda worried about what Bravo's going to think/how the s/o is going to react to all of Bravo. Very fluffy & adorable”

A/N: I love Blackburn! Thank you  for sending this, i just love this soft man.

TW: none

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“Love, take a breath. They’re going to love you,” Blackburn tells you, kissing the crook of your neck as his arms are around your waist. You hadn’t sat still since you got to his home, nervous about how his team would think of you.

“What if they don’t? I don’t want to make your life hell,” you argued, closing your eyes as you felt yourself melting into his embrace. You never understood how the man holding you had such magical powers; every time he even looks at you, you turn into putty.

“Stop worrying,” you heard him chuckle, kissing your cheek. “These idiots really have no room to talk, with how they make their lives so unbelievably complicated.”

You laugh, moving so you can look him in the eyes. “I love you, y’know? Even when you’re forcing me to meet some of the most important people in your life?”

“No one is as important as you,” he whispered, tightening his grip.

You shook your head as you smile, “Cheesy.”

“Just for you,” he whispered.

You hummed, about to speak when you were interrupted by the boys, loudly talking as they walked in.

“Blackburn?” Jason called out, stopping when he saw you in his boss’s arms, causing all the men to bump into each other.

“Boys,” Blackburn nodded, “This is my significant other, Y/N. Y/N, the one in front is Jason, the short one is Ray, the idiot in the cowboy hat is Sonny. Trent is the quiet one in the back, the one with the dog, is Brock, dog is Cerberus, and the young one is Clay.”

“Nice to meet you all,” you smiled, leaning into your boyfriend.

They all waved, bursting at the seams with excitement; they finally have some leverage on their commander, to give him shit.

You laugh at their faces, saying, “I’m gonna make sure everything is set up, you boys have fun.” You peeled yourself off of Eric, winking when you saw him pout.

This was gonna be a fun night after all.

#eric blackburn #eric blackburn x reader #seal team #seal team imagine #requested #imagine #eric blackburn imagine #fluff

[pokemon-experiments]

Ruko and Blackburn had been enjoying an afternoon once more. They had fallen asleep under the shade of trees deep into the ranch property. A place that only Pokémon had ever really tred. The two, however, would wake up in the dame place, but far from the place that they called home. More accurately the time.

Ruko would be the first to wake up and he knew almost immediately before even using Aura Sense that something wasn't right. He would quickly wake Blackburn up so that they could make their way back to the ranch. But Ruko knew that they wouldn't find it. So instead he suggested heading to the closest town instead. Blackburn wasn't sure about it, but she went along with it anyway. The two stayed silent the whole trip. Blackburn had realized things weren't right when the route wasn't quite right.

Than when they saw the town that only confirmed what they had feared. Instead of the small town of Mistralton it was a tiny village. The two would take time to stay hidden and listen what they could hear.

From what they could tell a war had just ended, and rumors from the soldiers suggests that another enemy had caused the enemy forces to retreat to their homeland.

Ruko, being the historian, would guess that they had arrived just as the Kalos and Unovan wars were ending, and he assumed that the other enemy region was Galar under the command of Sir Arthur Pendragon.

And so, their adventures in the past have begun.

#bowcario (ic) #verse; recovery ranch #hyperactive rabbit (ic)

[gnome-minion]

Blackburn and Vengerov's pokemon teams

Blackburn (dark/steel type)

Zoroark for the illusions he causes through programs. Plus that stunt in the bathroom in catalyst.

Honchcrow- honchcrow was the one killing all those rich people

Elgyem- the pre-evolution to Beheeyem, which Vengerov has. A reference to the way Blackburn becomes ruthless like Vengerov to get his revenge. Unevolved because Blackburn cannot become that much of a monster.

Kingambit- Military/chain of command/ an ability that makes the pokemon stronger after it's comrade's fall

Genesect- an ancient pokemon modified by humans as a weapon. I felt like that works with Blackburn trying to use Tom as a weapon

Corviknight - uhhhh. Well Tom is tinkaton coded. But also big scary bird. (And Blackburn is described as Hawkish)

Vengerov (general)

Eternatus- alien power harnessed by a oil tycoon... Sounds familiar.

Trevenant - the whole assuming the name of your dead brother thing. Trevenant is the real Joesph Vengerov.

Beheeyem- a pokemon known to tamper with brains, more specifically memories.

Articuno- Antarctica

Feebas- a feeble pokemon that grows strong once someone invests in its success. Unevolved because of the whole murdering the "useless" thing Vengerov was planning.

Buneary- Ushanka! Also unevolved because Buneary evolves through friendship.

#insignia #s.j. kincaid #insignia trilogy #james blackburn #joesph vengerov #pokemon

[the-fatty-frontier]

Welcome to the Frontier, where all kinds of fascinating and expanding events can happen! Below are a list of characters, that is sure to have more members added to over time. Enjoy your stay!~

Kinks:

Yes: weight gain, inflation (water, air, blueberry, soda), area specific weight gain or inflation (belly, rear, lower half, chest), massive expansion (to an extent), tightness, strained clothes

No: slob, health problems, gas, lethal bursting, muscle expansion

Characters:

Natalia: also known as Gorgon, Natalia is a spy and agent for the Persean Consortium, the largest criminal organization in the Frontier. Weight: 150

Nadia: Corporate security officer from Valcourt Security, and Natalia’s rival. Though when not trying to catch the spy, Nadia tends to indulge a bit on the corporate worlds where she works.~ Weight: 9,000. VERY belly and bottom heavy figure

Nadia “#15”: massive ‘volunteer’ for Carmine’s Confectionaries, being used to clear up entire warehouses of excess product~. Weight: 2,737,350,000

Marza: Guartoksian and Scarlet Brigade member. Known for raising corporate warehouses and slipping away with plenty of luxury goods. Tends to have a bit of an effect on her figure. Weight: 8,400

Alexandria: regional director of Celestial Incorporated, in charge of their operations in a section of the Frontier. Certainly tends to indulge, for better or worse. Weight: 215

Commissar Anastasia Steele: IGSR commander and thorn in Alexandria’s side. Carries out “confiscation” duties in the Frontier, collecting supplies from Celestial Incorporated and indulging in the more luxurious goods. Weight: 560

Katarina Carmine: businesswoman and heiress to the Carmine Confectionaries company. In the outside she comes off as a kind and jolly, behind closed doors she is known for her mischievous antics and for “testing” products. Weight: 125

Stella Belmont: merchant noble and representative of the Most Serene and Wonderful Republic of Arcadia (yes that is what they actually call it). Growing up in one the more powerful families on Arcadia, Stella enjoys quite the relaxed and pampered life. It’s not wonder she’s gotten quite the chubby figure. Weight: 450, belly and chest heavy

Ivy Blackburn: pirate captain and leader of the Caustic Claymores, a small but troublesome group of tech pirates. Being the leader of this small group has its perks, such as first picks on any of the more valuable loot. Weight: 300, all around fat

Ignatius Darkwood: a kind and optimistic explorer from Terra, but is also known for being quite gullible to certain tales of the Frontier. Leads to him getting into quite a bit of trouble. Weight: 1100

Atlas: ancient automaton overseer from an unknown civilization. Once built for the purpose of maintaining entire cities, Atlas now uses his technology to teach a lesson to those who mess with him or the ruins he protects. Inflator and feeder.

Lustro: otherworldly figure always seen in a cloak of gold and wearing a similarly colored mask. Seems friendly enough, though initial appearances are always deceiving~. Feeder/Feedee

Umbrial: similar to Lustro, another otherworldly individual in human form. Is always seen either in a suit of armor that shines like obsidian, or wearing a dress of a similar design. More hardheaded than Lustro, Umbrial usually expects her to be the leader of whatever situation she’s in. Feeder/Reluctant Feedee