#ok I have this issue where I draw two faces and they don’t look like each other at all

[uc-beepboop]

Some doodles of uc characters I found in the margins of my notes

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[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 14

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 3.6k+

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The entire group stayed on top of the apartment building a few blocks from downtown till the security of nightfall washed over the town. Steve and Eddie stood together toward the front of the building with a pair of binoculars as they spoke to each other. You watched the two of them interact and could see they were obviously good friends.

Though Steve was the leader of the team, Eddie was obviously his right-hand man.

“Alright,” Steve spoke as the two turned toward the rest of you. “They are camped toward the North side of the town, with a small patrol group headed toward the south side. South is where we need to leave to head back to Camp.”

“There are a few on rooftops, but if we’re quick and silent we can make it past them. We’re going to move in groups of three. Make it easier and less likely to be spotted.” Eddie finished, his face cast in deep seriousness. Then you could see more of the man Eddie had become and less of the boy you remembered. “Steve is going to head out first with Steph and Patrick. Argyle you’re going to lead the group with Denise and Fowler.” Eddie’s eyes moved to you, and you saw the slight turn of his lips, before speaking your name, “…Robin and Nancy are going to come with me. We’re moving second since we’re the larger group.”

“We’re going to need to be vigilant, and make sure we’re looking out for these people and each other. There are also flayed down there, not many, but some that are moving through back parts of the town.” Steve sighed heavily. “Try and only use your knives if needed, gunfire is only going to draw attention where we don’t want it.”

You looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be in the same somber mood that you were feeling. A part of you was scared, you weren’t going to lie to yourself about that. Since the last time you had a run-in with these people, those you cared about most were taken away.

Everyone moved from the place they’d been resting for the moment and started to split off into their groups. You wanted over to Eddie with both Nancy and Robin at your side. You could read the anxiousness all over Robin’s face and body language. You couldn’t help but reach over and give her hand a gentle squeeze. Her blue eyes shot toward you quickly, before a half smile spread over her lips.

“We’re going to be ok,” You spoke softly, seeing her shoulders relax slightly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to us, ok? We’ve got each other’s backs.”

“I know, I know.” Robin sighed deeply. “I’m a naturally anxious person, not gonna fully relax till we’re out of the clear.”

The sound of footsteps coming closer caught both of your attention, you turned away from Robin to see Eddie walking closer to you. He’d moved his bandana back around the lower part of his face and tied his hair back. His dark eyes stared down at you, and you even saw a bit of worry swimming around in them.

“Robin, gonna have you with Nancy. You two will have each other’s backs.” Eddie looked at you, “That’s gonna leave you with me, sweetheart. We’re gonna move together still, but I think having a partner also works in case we’re separated. If we do, meet at the main street where we came in.”

Robin nodded her head, “Got it, Munson.”

Each group returned down the fire escape at the side of the building. Steve’s group leaves first, with you and your group following closely. You gripped tightly to the knife you held in your hand with your other hovering over the handle of the gun you had tucked in your waist. Eddie stepped forward first, leading the three of you, with you close behind him.

From a distance, you could hear the noise of the radical group that was more up north like Steve said. You moved quickly, and as quietly as you could, down the street with your bodies pressed tightly against the buildings.

Even with the night falling over the town and casting it in darkness, you used the darker shadows of the abandoned buildings for more cover. When the four of you turned around the corner down the alley you, Robin, and Eddie had come up earlier, you all paused for a moment. Your eyes scanned over seeing the bodies of Flayed lying across the back alley, and the further forward you looked, the more you saw.

“Jesus fuck,” You whispered with a groan, your face screwing up with disgust. The smell of the bodies hits you almost instantly. You pulled up the collar of your shirt to try and mask the smell, but it was useless against the pungent stench.

“They destroyed through the pack,” Robin spoke, her voice tight with her face matching yours. “With the amount dead, this group has to be bigger than we thought.”

“More reason for us to get the fuck out of here,” Nancy spoke from behind Robin.

Eddie nodded his head before moving forward more toward the main street. But it wasn’t long till the sound of gunfire caused the four of you to freeze. Everything around you felt like it froze for a moment as ice seemed to rush through your veins.

“Steve,” Nancy whimpered.

Eddie scrambled and reached through his pack for his walkie, before pressing down on it and calling out. “Munson reaching out, anyone?”

“Argyle here, man, gunfire coming from further forward, copy.”

“Harrington?” Eddie called out, but there was a response. “Fuck,”

More gunfire rang out from the direction you all needed to go, in the same direction Steve and his group were leading.

“We need to go and help them,” Robin spoke with her voice straining.

“We need to come up with a plan.”

You reached quickly for your gun, checking the barrel before closing it, “The plan is to fucking get out of here alive, and not leave our friends to fend for themselves.”

Eddie called your name as you quickly turned the corner, gun raised as you headed toward the noise. It wasn’t too far ahead you saw the parks of bullets hitting against the side of buildings and breaking glass joining in with the noise. Your gaze moved up and you saw someone sitting on top of a building, gun pointed down the street.

You didn’t think.

You didn’t hesitate.

Not caring what they were shooting at, cause in your mind, it was made up it was your people.

So, you aimed and fired.

The first bullet was missed. You saw the person rise up slightly and turn in your direction. You took that as your chance, your target becoming clearer, before firing again.

Their head was knocked back by the force before their body disappeared.

“Are you fucking insane!” Eddie’s voice came up from behind you.

You just glared at him before moving forward more, now with the three others beside you. The clear emotion of him being pissed at you was all over Eddie’s face, the bit you could see from the moonlight. But you didn’t care. He could lecture you later after you all were able to get out of here.

“Argyle speaking, moving further forward, coming from west.”

“Harrington, we’re taking cover, we’ve been spotted. Patrick’s been shot in the shoulder.”

“Munson moving forward, coming through the main street, where are you located Harrington,” Eddie spoke back through the walkie.

“Some hardware store, we got spotted by four,” Steve replied.

“Make that three, one was taken out,” Eddie responded.

The three of you came up along where the side alley met with the main street. You saw where the gunfire was coming from and could see the three others Steve was speaking of, and it looked like they were returning fire. Again, you moved with instinct and checked the opposite side and saw no one was approaching. So you pushed forward, with Robin moving with you. Her shotgun was raised as she pointed and shot forward. Now the attention was on you.

“Foreigners!” One of them shouted out before the bullets were headed in your direction. "Call for backup!"

You ducked behind a mailbox and could hear the bullet hitting against the rusted metal before you popped back up and returned fire. Another dropped.

“We need to push toward the warehouse,” Eddie spoke, moving swiftly along the fronts of the buildings, ducking behind what he could.

Your heart felt like it was going to rip from your ribcage with how hard it was pounding with the adrenaline rushing through your veins. A part of you knew, deep down, you were being reckless with how you were moving. But you didn’t care, because these people killed your family – and were not trying to take your new one from you.

One of the men came up beside you causing you to act fast, driving your knife into his neck and pulling his body down with yours. The gurgling sound of blood rushing through his airwave, causing him to choke on it, didn’t deter you. You didn’t feel anything, instead moving again as the backup of the radical group fell upon you.

Eddie was the first to make it to the warehouse with Nancy close behind them. You followed close behind Robin and stood within the doorway, trying to stay hidden as you saw another group sweeping through the street.

“We gotta go, man,” Eddie spoke, watching as Nancy patched up Patrick’s arm, “We don’t stand a chance getting out of here if we fucking hesitate. This group is huge.”

“I fuckin’ know!” Steve spoke, the stress and realization of the situation clearly getting to him, “But our only way forward is going to give us less and less coverage. We can’t risk it; we could lose people.”

“We don’t really have a fuckin’ choice!” Eddie spoke.

A gunshot rang through the store causing everyone to duck down further than you all already were.

“Argyle reachin’ out man, we lost Fowler. Fowler is down, we’re pushin’ forward,” came through the walkies.

“We need to move now!” You called out, shooting back, but unable to see if you were even meeting your target. “I spot about fifteen.”

“This gunfire is going to cause Flayed to rush through this town again, we have to fuckin’ move,” Eddie spoke.

“Ok, ok!” Steve shouted before moving to help Patrick off the floor, “We head out first, you guys cover us, and we fuckin’ book it.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, that fear from before seemed to loom over everyone. Knowing, deep down, the chances of you all making it out of this was low.”

“We’ll cove you,” Robin spoke, shotgun already aimed forward as Steve moved closer toward the door.

You stepped out first and returned fire as you knew Steve was moving behind you down the street, his arm tight around Patrick’s waist as he helped the wounded man. From the other side of you, you saw Nancy step up beside you, giving more cover as the other exited the hardware store.

“Shit!” Robin screamed, her eyes wide as she looked to the other side of you, catching your attention and distracting you.

You whipped your head around to see a few Flayed stumbling and moving onto the main street, with one dragging its decayed leg behind him as he moved quickly toward Nancy. You screamed out her name as you fired toward the monster, the shot hitting its shoulder, causing it to slow. Nancy moved and set a shot through its head causing it to drop to the ground.

“We gotta move!” Nancy cried out.

Chaos erupted as the remainder of the Flayed stumbled out onto the streets with the draw of the gunfire pulling them. You didn’t make it far, maybe another block or so, till you felt a burning ripping feeling through your shoulder. It was enough to cause you to scream out in pain as it sent you to your knees. You heard someone call out your name as you fell against the asphalt and reached to grab for your shoulder. Quickly the familiar, sticky, feeling of blood coated your fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Robin shouted as she moved beside you, bending down to grab your hand and move your fingers away. “Gunshot to the shoulder, but we gotta move, ok? We can’t stay here!”

“Robin!” Nancy yelled out.

Robin ignored your screams as she hauled you off the ground and back onto your feet. But neither of you made it far as the few flayed from before had caught up to you. You swallowed down the nauseous pain and tried to raise your other hand to fire, but every shot was missing.

“Run to catch the others,” Robin instructed.

“I’m not leaving you guys,” You whimpered out, crying out again as you sheathed your gun into your waist and grabbed your knife once more.

You bit down into your lower lip as the pain in your left shoulder moved through your body, as you drove your knife into the skull of the one coming toward you. The weight of it caused you to stumble slightly, as you ripped your knife out.

“Alright, let’s go!” Robin spoke as she took care of the last one, “I’m running low on ammo, we gotta get out of here.”

You and Robin watched as Nancy turned to follow the two of you, and then watched with horror, as a bullet split through the back of her skull. Her body dropped quickly with a sickening thud.

“Nancy!” Robin screamed, you stood there frozen for a moment.

Your eyes were fixated on the way her blood spilled and painted across the streets. Robin rushed toward her friend and bent down to move her onto her back. It was like Robin’s brain was allowing her to process what was happening. Her hands frantically moved over her friend's face.

Half of Nancy’s face was gone with a gunshot coming from the left side, where her eye once was.

“No, no…Nance! Oh, god.” Robin sobbed.

You looked to either side of you seeing the group moving closer with the flayed starting to take over the streets, while the other end showed that your group was ahead of you two. You seemed to move on autopilot with your brain only focusing on the survival aspect.

“Robin, Robin…we have to leave.”

Hearing your own voice had you thinking for a moment it wasn’t your own. Forgotten was the gunshot in your shoulder causing blood to drip down your arm and onto the ground.

“Robin.”

You grabbed her shoulder with your good hand, and she pushed back on you, crying harder.

“Robin! Come on!” You screamed, grabbing her harder and pulling her away from Nancy.

Robin worked quickly and grabbed up Nancy’s pack and her weapon, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stumbled away from Nancy’s dead body. You held Robin tightly against you as you moved down the street, keeping your bodies as close to the buildings as possible.

You shot one final look of your shoulder seeing Nancy’s fallen body once more, before turning the block.

“Holy shit!” Argyle spoke the moment you and Robin came into view.

Eddie raced toward you, “Fuck, sweetheart, fuckin’ scared me. I thought you were right behind me.”

His words quickly stopped the moment she saw the blood covering half your body, before seeing the distraught state that Robin was in.

“Guys, where’s Nance?” Steve’s voice spoke from behind Eddie.

You held onto Robin tighter as she seemed to cry a little harder. It made Eddie’s stomach twist to see your face nearly void of any emotion. Your blank gaze moves over his shoulder to Steve.

“She’s not with us anymore,” You spoke softly.

“They shot her, Steve! Fuckin’ shot her!” Robin spoke through broken tears.

“Fuck,” Argyle spoke, everyone else falling silent.

Steve seemed to swallow down his emotions for a moment, turning his gaze away as he stared down toward the ground.

“What the fuck happened to you, sweetheart,” Eddie spoke, his tone frantic and worried, as he stepped closer to you. His hand caressed over your shoulder causing you to hiss and cry with pain. “Shit…I-I should’ve checked that you were with me,” Sorrow filled his eyes as he stared down at you.

“I-I’ll be ok,” You spoke, pulling away from Robin, she stumbled toward Steve. The two of them held tightly to each other. You watched on and your heart broke for them.

“Come ‘ere,” Eddie spoke, grabbing off your jacket and exposing the gunshot more. You watched as he dug through his pack and grabbed some gauze, before grabbing a nearly empty bottle of alcohol. “This is gonna burn, but we gotta stop the bleeding.”

You nodded your head and braced yourself, as he poured over the wound. It burned for a moment before turning into a dull ache. He placed down a cotton pad over either side of the shot, before wrapping it over your shoulder with the gauze.

“We gotta head out,” Steve spoke, reaching up and wiping away the tears falling down his cheeks, keeping an arm around Robin. “W-We need to go before we spotted again.”

Everyone somberly nodded their heads before gathering close together heading away. Eddie kept you close to his side, reaching down and grabbing your hand on the other side of your wound. His eyes were heavy with sadness as he stared down at you. In his mind, he felt selfish to be grateful that it was Nancy and not you.

“You gonna be ok?” You asked, looking up to him.

Eddie nodded his head slightly, “Are you?”

Flashes of Nancy’s body dropping played through your mind again and it caused your chest to tighten slightly.

“I-I think so.” You whispered, moving closer to Eddie with your hand pulling from his so you could wrap an arm around his waist.

As you walked you could hear both Robin and Steve speaking to one another.

“We can’t leave her there, Steve,” Robin spoke softly, her voice cracking as she continued to cry. “We have to give her a burial.”

“I know, but we are outnumbered, once we get back to camp, we’ll see what the Chief says.”

You knew better than to speak up, knowing and witnessing yourself what others did with the death of those that weren’t their own. If Nancy wasn’t going to be eaten by the Flayed, she was most likely to be burned with any other dead. But you didn’t want to speak and take away the last bit from the two of them.

Death wasn’t something that was unheard of, especially in the state of the world now. But that didn’t mean it got easier.

It took four days for the rest of you to make it back to the camp. The moment you walked through the gates it seemed that the entire camp was there to greet you. The first thing you spotted when your eyes scanned over the crowd, was Mike. He stood off to the side toward the front, with his amputated arm wrapped up. He looked better, healthier than the last time that you’d seen him.

The reality of what had happened only hit harder as you saw the hopeful look in his eyes.

Chief stepped toward Steve and Eddie the further you all walked into the camp. You watched with saddened eyes as they talked with the Chief in hushed tones. You could see on the older man’s face the moment Steve broke the news of the loss of Fowler and Nancy.

“Nancy? Where is Nancy?” an older woman’s voice spoke up.

Looking over you saw an older woman step toward Hopper, her blonde hair was pulled back from her face, but even with the different colored hair, you saw the resemblance. This must’ve been Mrs. Wheeler. Soon enough Jonathan joined Mike with another boy. He was roughly the same height as Mike and stepped up to grab onto Mike’s hand tightly. Between the resemblance between him and Jonathan, this must’ve been his brother that you had not met yet.

“Where is my Nancy!” Mrs. Wheeler screamed more, the Chief gently guiding her away from everyone else.

Your eyes squeezed tightly as you heard the horrid, heartbreaking scream of a mother that just learned that her child was gone.

It brought tears to your eyes as you walked away.

You didn’t feel it was right of you to mourn with the others.

The pain in your shoulder became a dull ache and knew you needed to get to the medical wing. You stumbled past the crowd and through the main doors of the old Lab, heading in the direction of the Medic.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie called out as he rushed to follow after you. You stopped for a moment for him to catch up. “Turned around and you were gone, where are you goin’?”

“I-I thought I should get my shoulder checked out,” You spoke, clearing your throat a little. “I-It didn’t feel right…watching the Wheelers and everyone getting the news.”

Eddie nodded his head, “Come on, let’s get you taken care of.”

He reached down and grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall. You fell to his side as the two of you walked, nuzzling your face into his t-shirt. With each step the two of you took the fatigue of the last week or so started to weigh heavy on your shoulder.

As you rested against him the tears came again, your heart aching for a girl you barely knew. Memories you thought you’d buried deep only ripping back up to the surface.

Well, that was...that. I realized my mistake in the last chapter of mentioning Nancy was with the group when previously I sent her home with Mike. But I changed that and now she's dead. I hoped you enjoyed it...next chapter is gonna be Reader and Eddie focused. Lots of comfort and cuteness I promise. Please leave your thoughts or come and chat! I love speaking with you guys about this and seeing your predictions/thoughts and such!

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[amaesama]

Hi

Can i request a Masky/Tim with a cute Sleepy s/o ? Like they need +14hours of sleep and is always tired, have bags, always dozing off..

And cute in the way that their.. "tirednes" ... isn't something that influence their humor because tired People can be irritable yk but i'd like his S/o to be always cheery and in a good mood :)

Yess!!! I’m a pretty sleepy person myself so I adore this idea!! I hope this is ok, and thank you for requesting! :)

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑦|𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 𝑆／𝑂

He first notices when when you two are hanging out in one of the rare instances where he isn’t busy writing a report for his master or dealing with some other issue in the mansion.

He’s finally gotten some time with you and he is ecstatic, he craves normalcy and to him there’s nothing more normal than being with the one he loves. He’s asked you to come to his room and he doesn’t have to wait long before you’re knocking on his door.

He see’s you and his face drops.

He quickly ushers you into his room and sits you on his bed, before taking your face in his hands and scowling in concentration.

After a minute or so he’ll say, ‘the fuck is this?’

He’s initially is a bit mad at you since he thinks you’re not taking care of yourself, but once you explain how you can literally sleep for an entire day and still be tired he’s like

????

What?

How?

He’ll just sit there for a bit, not too sure what he’s supposed to do.

He’s lowkey jealous because he has mad insomnia and he has to wake up super early resulting in him being grouchy all the time. And here you are, sleeping most of the day, being just as tired as he is and being an absolute sweetheart.

But before he’s made his mind up on what to say to you, you’re already dozing off.

He sighs before tucking you in and laying behind you before going to sleep himself. He kind of wanted to talk to you for a bit, but he doesn’t really mind.

He’s very observant of you now.

He thinks you’re too sweet for your own good, and whenever you fall asleep in the living room or the kitchen or the hallway (which has happened, by the way, he turned around the corridor and there you were. Curled up in a ball) he’s watching you like a hawk so you don’t fall victim of someone’s pranks.

This one time you had fallen asleep at the kitchen table, and when Tim found you you were covered in crude drawings.

He stormed into Jeff’s room and just death stared him for a few minutes.

Then he went back, took you to your room and cleaned you up. All while you were still asleep.

He’s honestly so grateful that you’re not grumpy when you’re sleepy, he could not deal with another grumpy person.

He finds your cuteness endearing.

If you can’t sleep and you go to see him, his heart will absolutely m e l t at the sight of you waddling over to him and plopping yourself down on his bed.

He asks if you’re sleepy and he nearly straight up disintegrates when you look up at him with droopy eyes and nod, before flopping onto his lap.

He loves it when you lay in between his legs with his arms wrapped around you, you all snuggled up into him and breathing softy.

He’ll kiss you on the head and and try to go to sleep himself, but if he can’t sleep he’ll just watch you and stroke your hair.

However, he may get a bit annoyed if your sleepiness gets in the way of him or you working.

Fulfilling his masters orders is his priority, and if he’s called upon and you’re preventing him to go in some way he will absolutely not comply with you. He will get up despite your protests and leave.

It’s the same with you. If you have a job to do and you’re too sleepy he will pull you out of bed and get you going, and the cuteness will only work so far on him.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #masky #masky and hoody #masky x reader #masky x y/n #tim wright #tim wright x reader #slender mansion #slenderman

[iamjucie]

A History in Lessons

Chapter 7: "Your Most Prized Spawn" pt. 5

HEY! THIS IS GOING TO BE MESSED UP! ****I know I have the Dead Dove tag on all of these stories, but I really mean it this time. In this, there is descriptions of sexual and physical assault that can definitely be triggering.

If you are uncomfortable reading that but want to continue to read the story, you can with no issues. Just move onto the next chapter, I will be posting it directly after posting this one as its already written. I will put whatever context is needed in the beginning notes there.

special thanks to Helmi (@itsthatpearl on tumblr) and Mert (@mertesque on twitter) for beta reading. And an extra special thanks to Mert for helping me brainstorm, I couldn't have done it without him.

Also, lore note: I'm not sure if it is lore accurate that a Vampire Spawn can be drank from by a Vampire lord, but we are pretending they can. Ok? Cool.

The glow in his eyes dims ever so slightly.

Suddenly, you are back in your body. You aren’t even sure where you were a moment ago. You were here, but elsewhere. Your mind was… different. You wanted to be here, you know that much. But where is here? Who is this man? You’re so disoriented, you take a minute to recollect yourself. A moan is drawn from your lips.

You and the vampire lord find somewhere to be alone.

CW: Depictions of assault, Dead Dove, Mind Control Word count: 1.2k AO3 Link

“Let’s get out of here and find somewhere we can be alone.”

Warmness shoots from your ear to your core. Yes- you need this. You need him. Suddenly you have an appearingly insatiable desire for him. To be with him- no, to be his. All you can manage is a faint nod, words don’t seem to be able to form in your mouth no matter how hard you try. You must be so flustered that you’re speechless.

As soon as you give a semblance of agreement, he grabs your wrist and sweeps you away through the crowd. You’re struggling to keep up with his pace. He’s practically running, twisting your wrist uncomfortably as he pulls. It doesn’t seem to hurt, surprisingly.

He takes you into an empty hallway adjacent to the ballroom. Feral for you, he barges into the first door he sees without a knock or a care about what’s on the other side. You enter the room behind him with a yank from his grip on your arm. It's a bedroom. Your eyes gravitate to a vanity similar to the one Astarion said he loved so much.

Astarion… 

The vampire lord scoops you up bridal style, drawing a giggle from your lips. You kick off your elegant slippers before he tosses you onto the bed. Glowing eyes stare through you as he climbs on top of you, grinding his length into your leg through your dress. Your mind is filled with an unbearable lust that cannot be contained. 

You paw at the bulge in his pants, displaying your desperation for him to be inside you. You want it so badly. No- you’re beyond want, you need him. Your pussy is pulsing and your head is spinning with unbearable lust. He bunches up your dress to expose your folds to the elements. You’re completely bare, wearing no underwear. He inhales deeply through his nostrils. 

A scowl spans across his face. “Someone has already been here, hm? Pity.” a sigh leaves his lips, disappointment in his tone. “I wanted to fuck you myself, but I suppose I can make this work.” he says, staring longingly at your aching pussy. He looks into your eyes and says, “Fuck yourself. And make it good.”

With no thought behind it, your hand moves from his bulge to your cunt. You tease your entrance before sticking two fingers into yourself, massaging your inner walls slowly and sensually. You take your other hand and massage your clit simultaneously. Your head rolls back with a smile spread across your face. It feels so fucking good. Never have you felt such a pleasurable experience masturbating before this. It feels like golden waves of pure ecstasy are washing over you after every slight movement of your fingers. 

“Very nice, love.” He says, hovering above you watching your every movement, watching for the cues indicating you’re close. Your breaths and movements begin to lose any semblance of rhythm. “Now, I’m going to do something. I want you to brace yourself, okay?”

You nod. His words sound like music to you, the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard. You look into his eyes, he is so beautiful. 

The glow in his eyes dims ever so slightly. 

Suddenly, you are back in your body. You aren’t even sure where you were a moment ago. You were here, but elsewhere. Your mind was… different. You wanted to be here, you know that much. But where is here? Who is this man? You’re so disoriented, you take a minute to recollect yourself. A moan is drawn from your lips.

You look at the strange man on top of you and then down to your hands. You’re fucking yourself with a passion that you don’t have, with no input from your brain. Your hands are moving completely on their own. You look back up at the man, horror in your eyes. You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You begin to thrash, he quickly puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing his entire weight onto it. You continue your attempt to escape. Thrashing, riving, doing anything to try to get him off of you. His grip doesn’t loosen. He only presses into you harder to punish your lack of submission, eventually dislocating your shoulder. You let out a blood curdling scream from the pain. 

“Why am I here?! What are you doing with my hands?!” Your fingers enter and exit your pussy over and over with vigor while you attempt to wriggle away from the cage he’s made with his body.

A predatory grin grows wide as he bares his fangs at you, “Thatta girl.” he hisses. He grabs your aching shoulder with one hand and your throat with the other, his bruising grip digging into your air pipe. 

You manage to let out a measly “Please don’t…” before he dives into you. He bites your neck with the strength of a beast. A gasp is drawn from your lips that shortly envelops itself into a struggling scream. He drinks from you with an animalistic force and speed, unlike any of the feeding sessions you’ve shared with Astarion.

Your body reacts to you fucking yourself, finally going over the edge. An unfortunate, yet beautiful feeling of euphoria washes over you while this monster is still latched to your throat. Your hands finally are unoccupied, but so much of your blood has already been drained that any attempt to hit or push him falls limp. Your arms drop to your sides, they are so heavy.

Slowly your struggle stops and your body is rendered null as the coldness of blood loss washes over you. Your screams turned into words, words became whimpers, and eventually the whimpers stopped. Your head rolls to the side. Your vision is beginning to be spotty as your eyelashes flutter, fighting to stay open.

He unlatches from your neck with a satisfied sigh. He gets off the bed and straightens his suit. He leans into your view, you’re lying motionless with your eyes still open slightly. “Sorry about dropping the whole compulsion thing. Fear just tastes so… delectable. I’m sure you understand.”

He turns to the vanity in the room. In the mirror is a slight reflection; a mostly transparent image of the monster appears. He takes a double glance at the looking glass before running up to it, placing a hand on the reflection. He stares in awe at the slight preview of himself. 

“Six hundred years…” he stares at himself in the eyes. “Six hundred years since I’ve seen that face. Not in a painting or a drawing. In the flesh.” He continues to stare at himself, barely blinking for several minutes as the reflection slowly fades; most likely due to your ascended blood being digested and recycled inside himself. 

He turns away from the mirror. “You…” he starts as he approaches where you lie. He kneels down next to the bed, inserting himself into your view. He places a hand on your cold cheek and leans his head into the crook of your neck, languidly licking the wound he created. Drinking up the last droplets of your blood. His hand is slightly warmed from the heat he stole from you. “Th-thank you.” He continues staring at you for a moment before standing up and walking out of the room.

You’re still unable to move. Mind clouded and vision blotched with black spots, darkness slowly fills your eyesight. You stare at the mirror that was just so profound for the monster. You close your eyes, succumbing to the heaviness of your eyelids. You feel nothing.

Next part

#astarion #astarion posting #ascended astarion #vampire ascended astarion #astarion smut #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion smut #ascended astarion fic #mind control #mind corruption #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dubious consent #a history in lessons

[feline-bookish]

Hi! I saw it says you're a Christian in your bio, and I was wondering if you had any tips as to where to draw the line when writing like romantic scenes? I, too, am a Christian fanfic writer, and I don't write smut, but I can never tell if like the making out parts or innuendos that I do sometimes include are too much? So far, I've come to the conclusion that as long as it's nothing that would be covered by a bathing suit/swim trunks, it's ok, but again, idk.

Totally understand if you don't feel comfortable answering!

I actually saw this question answered on Instagram! So here’s my answer.

Anything done with pure intentions is okay. I’m talking about no sex before marriage. I’ll point out that my Lillianna and Carlisle stories they are not married. Yet at least.

Though I don’t write smut and I leave things open for the reader to interpret for themselves. This adds to the fun for the reader instead of me telling every detail.

That was a little off topic but there’s an example.

Now, it’s smut really that the line is drawn in writing.

Smut is porn basically, and that’s impure so Christians shouldn’t be writing it. Innuendos and kissing? That’s cool.

Close door romances is what it’s called. Where the scenes have some suggestiveness but isn’t full on “okay time to get freaky and oh look at his peeper”.

It’s more “this is happening but you’re not gonna see it. You can see these two characters are excited!”

To touch on, character sexuality and Christians—if you want to honor God in your writing don’t just keep the smut out but also the same sex romance. Both are sexual immorality. The book of Romans (my favorite book of the Bible next to Proverbs!) goes into detail on sexual immorality. With it being impure to both the body and the mind.

I think it could be really interesting to take that last bit for a plot. Like what issues could two characters face when they engage in romances that are sexually impure? If you were interested in writing something that was angsty and darker.

Thanks for asking! I don’t mind answering questions like that!

#fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #fanfic blog #creative writing #christianity #christian writer #writing #writing tips #writing advice #bible

[hellishere7980]

Begin Again Chapter 2 (sequel to IMW

Isa then turned to Damien and nodded at. Isa- Nice to meet you. Damien, his opinion of her, was still… undetermined of Isabella as a potential threat to his inheritance. Another reason to keep Jon nearby. Speaking of Jon, why was he nervously shifting his feet? She turned to Jon and smiled at him. Isa- Nice to meet you Jon, how’s it flying? Jon sputtered. Jon- You know I am Superboy? Isa- That’s a stupid way you cannot simply clean and reveal your identity as Superboy just because somebody asks you how ‘it is flying?’ Even if it’s a family friend, that’s a common form of greeting. Also you need a better costume and disguise than a pair of glasses. Thank you very much. I don't know what Uncle Clark was thinking but I do not agree with that. I have stated my opinions on this before and I will continue to do so unless I see any changes. Lastly for the way you really jeopardize the identities of your family as well as this family since if you’re Superboy Damian’s only friend and the relation of Robin and Superboy is clear. Honestly if you figured out one identity you figure out everyone’s identity that’s kind of stupid but OK who am I to judge. Jon looks stunned and suddenly blurted out. Jon- OK she’s definitely Batman‘s daughter. Isabella chuckled. Moving towards Cass, She signed. Isa- Hey, how are you? Cass- I’m fine. With that Isa turned around and as she went to her room Bruce stopped her with an arm on her shoulder. Bruce- Isabella I really didn’t mean to send you away but I thought you would be safer. Isa- Hey i saw how that turned out. But thanks anyway it gave me a really good time for self-discovery and being betrayed again and again really helps you understand people's personalities. Never mind that and honestly just a side note I mean when you are reproducing again your adoption thing is genetic. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Isa's bedroom, the atmosphere is filled with nostalgia as she reminisces about her past. Isa- This where I used to draw and get scolded by Alfred to do so. Tikki- It's nice to see where you grew up Mari. Isa- Please just call me Isa. Marinette is ready to move on. But Alfred always took a pic Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Isa- Come in! Alfred- Dinner is ready Bella. I must say it is good to have you back. Isa- Good to be back. Alfred- And just as a side note, if they get too overbearing, just signal me and the issue will be resolved. Isa- Thank you Grandpa. Alfred- Anytime Bella. Smiles mischievously. Alfred- And do come 5 minutes later. Catching up on the joke. Isa- And why so GrandPa? Alfred- It is considered fashionable to be late. (mischievous smile) Isa- Hmm...Indeed.(mischievous smile) At dinner, everyone gathers around the round table and notices two extra plates—one placed to the right of Bruce and the other between Cass and Damian. The expressions on Bruce, Dick, and Jason's faces show a reminiscent smile. Damian- Alfred where is Luscinia Bruce-It is not Luscinia… Isa- Oh! But it is Wayne. Surly you remember signing off your parental rights since those Guardians do hmm..? Damian- Stop acting like you don’t want to be here Luscina Isa- Judging too soon don’t you think Al-Wayne? Jason- So, How was Paris? Isa- Traumatic and enlightening. Please don’t ask me to elaborate. Tim- Just wanna ask why Alfred sits with us even though we have been asking for quite some time? I mean come on! I spent a lot of effort on that PPT! Alfred sitting down with them- I assure you it was only a form of silent protest since Bella was shipped away. Dick- We never told you guys the story did we? Jason- Nah ‘cause B is a big fuc– Alfred- Jason… Jason- Sorry Alfred. Dick- So what happened was that…

#bio!dad bruce wayne #maribat #marinette dupen chang #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous lb #hellishere7980

[call-me-double-trouble]

Old Art

Hi, all! To celebrate my 1-year anniversary of this blog, I decided it’d be fun to show some of my first, never-before-seen drawings of Double Trouble. All of these are traditional, as I hadn’t gone digital yet. Some are also unfinished, and many were sketches at work that weren’t really meant to be “good,” just something to entertain me when I didn’t have any tasks to do.

I’m going to poke fun at some of them, as I’ve improved a lot since drawing them, but I'm not trying to encourage artists to be overly-critical of their past works. Recognizing your mistakes and flaws in your old work only shows how far you’ve come, and I just want to have a good giggle about how silly some of my old sketches look.

Art under the cut because this list goes on for awhile

Here’s the first drawing of DT I remember doing:

I used a reference for this one, hence why it looks better than some of my later entries in this post. Unfortunately, it suffers from Long Head Syndrome, a mistake I still often make with traditional art because at the angle I’m seeing it while I’m drawing, it looks perfectly fine. But then you hold it at eye-level, and uh...

Also, what the heck kinda hairline did I give them? It’s like it meets at a point, but not in the middle of their head.

Next up, these two:

Will the Long Head Syndrome ever cease??? As you can tell, I liked the sketch I did at work, so I traced it onto watercolor paper, made a couple changes, and painted it. This one’s not too bad, though it does look like their eyebrows missed the memo as to what angle their head was at.

This next one may be the worst:

Like...WTF is that? What is that hair poof? Why is one eye so much smaller than the other? What’s going on with that mouth? This is why references are important, kids.

With this next one, I got bored and wanted to color DT in with Sharpies:

So bright! My eyes! The hair poof is too small, but at least it’s not wiggly like the last one. Also, here’s a magnifying glass to help you see those tiiiny eyebrows.

Here’s another I did with fine line markers that I keep on my wall like a sticker:

I messed up on the smile, so I made it a frown. Now their eyebrows are too big, and so is that one ear. (Also, my walls aren’t that bright in real life, they just showed up that way on camera.)

Next up is--

Oh.

WHAT IS THAT

And next we have one of my favorites!

The little menace themselves, cute-ified. (We don’t talk about hairlines, no, no, no~)

And here we have one I turned into a digital drawing, but you may notice...

the ears are too fucking small. DT went from rulers on the side of their head to kid-sized ice cream cones. A real downgrade.

This one’s an unfinished (and will never be finished) drawing:

What even ARE those hands. Ok, yes, they were guides for drawing in fingers later, but...ew.

Here’s the first full-body, colored drawing of DT I ever did.

I had drawn them meeting a character from the book I’m writing, hence the speech bubble, but cropped that character out because spoilers! Anyway, this drawing was done with several references and looks much better than some of the others on this list. The main issue is that they’re standing at an angle. Why are they slanted??? Why can’t I draw a straight line??? *sees ace pride flag* Oh yeah, that’s why.

And lastly, here’s the first time I used the DT doll base from @sheblah​ :

Since this was before I had my iPad, I had to trace the doll base to use it, though I decided to draw the face myself. Oh, asymmetrical eyes, how I loathe thee.

Well, that’s all of the old traditional drawings of DT I have! As you can see, I’ve come a long way since then, but it’s always fun to look back and see where you’ve come from. I hope you enjoyed these silly doodles!

#double trouble #spop double trouble #she ra double trouble #spop #spop fanart #my art #mine #long post

[300iqprower]

as an actual artist I’m also willing to give some leeway on the ‘xface’ thing bc when you get down to it it can be kind of hard to draw faces that look unique while still making them relatively easy to standardize, while also keeping in mind they need to be ‘conventionally attractive (🤢)’ AND churning out 20 different designs for all your clients. it WOULD be nice if they varied the nose and chin shape a bit more but even then if you superimposed the faces over each other the general shape would still be pretty similar

My real beef is stuff like the saberface and jeanneface, where they call attention to it even when there was no need to. Saying okita and artoria share a face is like saying achilles and Amakusa share a face in terms of design, it adds nothing to either character and I don’t get the appeal in the fanbase.

Ok so yeah I was on the right track, yay! Something they could be better about, but isn't really the issue and doesn't deserve vitriol. The reception certain designs have gotten pre-emptively proves you right about the "conventionally attractive restrictions" bit. Not even in regards to things by the same artist, just art styles in general. I've found plenty of forum posts dated to when Columbus was revealed shitting on him just for the design (and of course when he ended up a bastard of a character people starting using that as justification) or more surprisingly a LOT of hate for Nightingale's artist on reddit, and i've zero doubt it's because both their female characters, particularly the other Jing Ke, aren't sexualized at all in their design.

And YEAH STOP FUCKING MAKING NON-JOKES ABOUT IT. You're right, they dont make jokes, they just call attention to it and there's zero benefit in doing so. All it does is create the assumption if two characters look alike, someone somewhere was lazy, or in cases like that just shoving a dead horse down our throats when it's not even accurate. It's just another of the "meta" jokes that is really them acknowledging their own faults that they refuse to do anything to fix (and yeah it still crosses into a fault because some examples like Ishtar's design just being rin in less clothing, or Parvati not being Parvati and her entire character just being a way to put Sakura in the game, are ACTUAL issues that go beyond a matter of just art style) and fans for some reason eat that shit up like complete sheep, and like all their unfunny 'jokes' they run it into the GROUND hence a comparison even existing between Okita and Artoria.

#side note Nightingale and Jing Ke are peak character design and Columbus's artist is the fcking GOAT and adult Columbus is actually #one of his weaker designs IMO if we count his personal art designs. just adult.Columbus Lily and Columbus Alter though are both peak design #fgo #fuck fgo #never thought i'd get an ask

[jinjojess]

Hello I saw one of your posts say that there was nothing wrong with preferring certain sexuality ships and I wanted to say I disagree.. If someone is truly unbiased then they should not prefer straight shipping over queer shipping.. Relating your sexuality to a ship is one thing but I don't think it is right to say "referring straight over gay is ok" when gay rights are being fought for... I know you didn't mean it that way but please be careful with how your words could be interpreted ! -🌈

Anon, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're sincerely concerned about this as an "issue" and not a troll.

If you are sincere, then this will hopefully save you a lot of anxiety and heartache going forward, and if you are a troll, this will hopefully help save someone else a lot of heartache and anxiety.

There's a lot of issues with these statements, but I think the biggest, most glaring one is this: you are making some leaps of logic here that really don't add up at all.

Have you ever read the Phantom Tollbooth? If not, you should. But basically there's a whole chapter where the gang have to make this huge jump to reach the Island of Conclusions, and that's exactly what sprang to mind here when I read these asks.

Well that, and the “I like pancakes” tweet. More on that later.

First and foremost, what individual people ship in their spare time is NOT a social issue. It has no bearing whatsoever on the rights of real, living & breathing queer people. Full stop. If you are using fandom activity as activism, you are not doing activism. People shipping BL isn’t going to mean trans people get affordable access to gender affirming surgery. If there was a link between fictional preferences and irl rights, then the sheer popularity of lesbian porn would mean that irl wlw wouldn’t face any societal setbacks.

Also, as a corollary, remember that “queer” does not mean “same gender attraction” and can include m/f pairings as well. Some people are bi, or pan, or trans, or ace, etc. 

Second, what I was talking about in the post was what people choose to engage with voluntarily in their free time. You seem to be interpreting “prefer” as “only this matters and everything else deserves to burn” which isn’t the case for most people. 

I prefer f/f ships. That doesn’t mean I hate any other type of ship, it just means that I’m going to create or seek out content that’s about f/f. Me enjoying what I like is not taking anything away from people who like other things.

What is wrong is belittling the other things you don’t like. If someone is like “m/f is the only good way to ship and anything else is wrong!” or “ew, get that gay shit out of my fandom!” then yes, those people are homophobic little assholes, but that comes from them them being dismissive and nasty about other types of ships, not because they like m/f.

And you can’t/shouldn’t force people to write fic or draw fanart or obsess about any kinds of pairings--just because they choose to spend their time going all in on a certain type of ship content doesn’t mean they hate every other kind. There’s no need to be “unbiased” when it comes to what type of characters you like to ship.

(Also I was referencing a specific stupid post someone made once comparing f/f fandom content to vegetables, i.e. “tastes bad and not fun but good for you”, and how you should force yourself to make f/f content even if you like doing other things better. Look, I don’t need people giving me shitty, half-assed fanwork! Let them do what they want to and those of us who are in the f/f zone for the love of the game will take care of ourselves.)

Nowhere in my post did I mention people being “uncomfortable” with mlm or wlw pairings; that’s an entirely separate issue from “if you like writing about m/f ships better, go right ahead.” The people going nuts over a two second kiss between women in the Lightyear movie are not representative of every m/f shipper in the world. In fact, most of them aren’t shippers at all in the fandom sense--they’re like people’s weird relative no one likes to talk to at holidays. 

I get that it can be frustrating that the type of content you like is less popular or harder to find in a macro sense, but that’s just it--it’s a macro-level problem that usually has several other issues feeding into it, and most importantly, cannot be rectified by trying to police individual people. 

Especially when their individual interests in this case won’t materially improve the fucked up situation for people in real life.

As for having to be careful about wording, I agree to an extent, but also, allow me to direct you to the tweet that this ask made me think of:

It doesn’t matter how iron clad you think your words are--if someone wants to, they can try to twist what you said/wrote and try to make you look bad.

(This often has the consequence of making the person doing it look bad, but hey, trolls are gonna troll, you know?)

In closing, I hope this makes you feel a little more relaxed, anon. You’re holding yourself to a standard that’s way higher than you need to; if you want to do something that does make a difference, I’d suggest investigating volunteering opportunities or places you can donate to. Those can really help you feel less alone and frustrated, and more like there’s hope for the world after all!

#ask #anon #queer stuff #happy last day of pride everyone #hobbies are not activism #long post

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 24

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 3k+

smut warning: p in v, fingering, creampie - if wanting to skip look for (**) at the beginning and end

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The warm, musky, smoky scent that always seemed to hang onto Eddie was keeping the anxiousness building within your gut down at the moment. Over the last few days, your nerves became more and more shot. Hopper was pressing harder on training, planning, and strategizing. Each night you dropped down into Eddie’s bed like a dead weight. You were ignoring the fact that your body wasn’t fully healed from before.

If you made it out alive, you could rest then.

You sat at the table hearing the low vibration of conversations around you. Your side was pressed tightly against Eddie’s with his arm wrapped around you. The food in front of you was more picked over than eaten at all. Looking around the table you watched as others spoke to one another.

Robin teased Steve as usual. Jonathan and Argyle were in some deep conversation at the end of the table, too far to really hear what they were saying. Eddie, Gareth, Dustin, and Mike were in some deep debate over something to do with D&D. You weren’t really paying attention enough.

“We having a bonfire tonight?” Gareth asked, drawing your attention back to them. “You know…before everything?”

“Should everyone get a good night's sleep?” Mike asked, his eyes darting around the cafeteria.

“Don’t think anyone is going to be doing much sleeping tonight, Wheeler,” Eddie spoke, pushing away his tray with a heavy sigh. The weight of everything came down heavy over the table.

You were no longer the only one lost in the worry and fear of what tomorrow was going to bring.

“We can still do it,” You spoke softly from beside Eddie, forcing a small smile onto your face. “Better to be together, for those that want to?”

“I like that idea,” Robin spoke up, everyone else at the table now turned toward the rest of you. “Cause I know for a fact I’m not going to be sleeping much tonight. Would be alone in my dorm room anyway.”

Robin sent a playful glare your way, which caused heat to move up your body and settle on your cheeks.

Everyone stood from the table and moved together to exit out of the Lab and out back where Gareth and Eddie’s trailers were settled. Eddie reached down and grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you closer to his side as the two of you walked.

“Are you ok?” Eddie whispered softly, so the two of you would be in your own conversation, everyone lost in their own.

You looked up at him and could see the worry clear over his expression. Tension clear between his brows, “Are any of us ok?”

Eddie let out a soft, humorless chuckle, “No. I guess that was a stupid question.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Just…noticed you barely ate and have been quieter than usual.”

“Not really hungry,” You shrugged slightly, “Can’t really think much about anything. It’s like the nervousness is filling my stomach enough.”

“Promise me tomorrow you’ll force something? I don’t want you going out there on an empty stomach,”

“I-I…” You pressed your lips tightly together, “Don’t make me promise anything, Eddie. Please.”

“This one thing,” Eddie spoke firmly, a tone of begging to his voice. “I won’t ask of anything else.”

You sighed heavily and slightly nodded your head giving Eddie the answer he wanted. By the time the two of you joined the others at the pit outside Eddie and Gareth's trailers, a fire had already started, and the others were sitting around. Gareth had pulled out the whiskey he’d pulled out the night you were reunited with them. Another old glass jar was placed into your grasp, a shot already inside, as you took a seat on one of the logs around the fire.

“A toast,” Gareth spoke, raising his drink up, “To the last night we might all possibly be together,” He spoke somberly “I hope to see all your faces come back through tomorrow – but just in case…it’s been real.”

“Not morbid at all, dude,” Argyle spoke before knocking back his drink, everyone else around him doing the same.

“He’s not wrong,” You spoke up, feeling the burn of the whiskey move down your throat before warming within your belly. “We could all come back tomorrow, but…the reality is we might most likely all won’t.”

“We can’t go into it with that mindset,” Steve spoke up, his eyes connected with yours. A stern, authoritative, firmness behind them that made you shrink back slightly. “We have to go into that we’re all coming back, and we’re killing every single one of those assholes.”

While everyone around you cheered and seemed to toast to that – you sat in silence. Looking down at the amber liquid as your head, and heart seemed to battle and keep you sitting in a sort of limbo. On one hand, you wanted all of them dead, these were the same group that killed your entire camp, your mother. Your best friend. But on the other hand, now that you knew Wendy, was amongst them – you didn’t know what to think. You didn’t want her dead. If anything, you wanted her to come back with you all. But after the attack, she took part in, that was never going to happen.

“What were the scouts able to find out about these cowards?” Jonathan asked, your mind drawing back to the group around you.

“They have a leader, some dude named Henry Creel. Can’t really find out much about him for obvious reasons. But he’s tall and blonde. He walks around like he’s the King or some shit so it’s not hard to point him out.” Steve spoke.

“He’s fuckin’ creepy looking.” Robin shuttered “Has these deep-set blue eyes that are just cold. Scary seeing him through the binoculars.”

“Learned a few of others that seem to be high in power, or at least, Creel trusts.” Steve continued, “Some dude named Neil, another named Billy – Billy looks like his son honestly.”

“How large is this group?” Dustin asked.

“Not much bigger than ours, but with how they move, it’s our disadvantage.”

“We also aren’t 100% sure if they were coming or not,” Eddie spoke up, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you tighter into his chest. “We could be going in and they are fully prepared.”

“Why don’t we stop talking about this and forget for the rest of the night,” Robin spoke “I’m sick of the impending doom cloud that’s been hanging over us these last few weeks…ever since Nancy died.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Eddie whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head gently and allowed Eddie to help you up from your seat. A few of the others had dissipated and went back to their beds. Gareth, Argyle, Dustin, and a couple others were the only ones sitting at the fire. Eddie guided you up into his trailer and pulled the door closed behind him. The two of you didn’t speak, but moved in sync, as you slowly undressed.

Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His warm lips pressed against your chilled skin with small kisses. It caused your body to erupt with goosebumps. You closed your eyes and seemed to relax back into him more, feeling his bare chest against your back, his calloused fingers exploring your body. You let out a soft and gentle moan as his fingers teased your nipple, pinching it gently.

Eddie slowly turned you in his arms and pressed his lips to yours with his hand gently caressing your face. When he pulled back, neither of you spoke, just continued to undress the other. Eddie brought his hands up to gently touch your face, staring down at you with so much love, it made your chest tighten slightly. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before settling on your lips.

“Come ‘ere baby,” Eddie whispered against your lips before leading you to the back of the trailer, moving you down to lay across the rumbled sheets of his bed.

*smut 18+*

You reached out and grabbed for him, pulling him over your body, needing to feel him against you. It was like the moment he was even out of reach; your body craved him. Eddie slowly moved up your body as he placed kisses along your scared skin. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, squirming slightly beneath him, as the ache between your legs grew. As Eddie wrapped his lips around your peaked nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue, his hand moved down between you. His fingers teased against your slit before thrusting two fingers. You moved your hips down against his hand, needing more, the stretch of his fingers not enough.

“…please, please…Eddie, please,” You begged, pawing at his chest lightly.

Eddie liked watching your face whenever he was pleasing you, hearing the soft whimper and moans coming from your swollen lips. The faces you made as he watched you.

“What baby?” Eddie spoke softly, moving up to press a kiss along your jaw. With your head tilted back against the pillows, it gave him better access to your neck. “Tell me what you need.”

Your hand moved and fisted through his dark curls, pulling on them, to bring him back over you. Your lips brushed against his slightly – barely touching. His thumb added pressure to your clit with his fingers moving a little faster. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment before a raspy whimper of his name came from you. The erotic sound of his fingers between your legs could be heard along with your moans. Your slick moving down between your cheeks and spreading between your thighs.

“You…you, please…oh-fu..fuck,” Your fingers tightened with the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white.

Eddie could feel that you were close with how you were tightening and fluttering around his fingers. But just before he could send you over the edge, Eddie pulled his fingers out. You gasped at the feeling of him moving away from you, your eyes widening slightly. But before you could mutter a word of protest, you watched as Eddie brought his fingers to his mouth, before sucking on them. You watched as his tongue moved along his slender digits, sucking your slick off of them, and moaning as he did so.

“…Eddie,” You spoke with a breathy whimper, your hand still fisted within his curls.

Eddie smirked slightly before bending down to press a kiss to your lips, his tongue moving against yours so you could taste yourself. He shifted between your legs, Eddie reaching down between you both, rubbing his cock against your slit. Your hips moved up to meet with him before Eddie thrust deep inside of you – slowly. Your hand moved around to move down his back, your nails dragging along his pale skin, as you felt the stretch of him inside of you.

He pressed his body against yours holding himself up slightly on his elbows, rolling his hips against yours. The two of you moved together tenderly, with caressing touches, and soft kisses. Neither of you wanted this moment to be over quickly. You needed to feel one another because the truth of tomorrow still hung there.

“God, you feel so good sweetheart,” Eddie whimpered, pushing back slightly as he started to move faster, looking down to watch as his cock disappeared into you. Between you an erotic mess that both of you seemed to create. “…can’t get enough of you f-fuck,”

You whimpered as you felt the knot within you tighten more and more, knowing that you were going to cum.

“Eddie,” You spoke, nails digging deeper into his biceps.

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” Eddie spoke caressing your face softly, you leaned into his touch, “Can feel you…feel this perfect fuckin’ pussy squeezin’ around me” Eddie snapped his hips harder against you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan and gasp for him louder. “Give it to me, I wanna feel you – want to feel this sweet pussy cum,”

Hearing his words and moans was enough to send you over. You fisted the hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to you, as you fell over the edge. The heels of your feet digging into his lower back to draw him deeper into you. Eddie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted softly.

**

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie spoke, his dark eyes looking down at you intensely, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he held your face.

“I love you,” You smiled before pecking his lips gently.

Neither of you said more, not needing to. Instead, Eddie moved gently from between your legs before getting out of bed. He came back with a wet cloth and cleaned between your legs before tossing it off to the side. He crawled back into bed and pulled the blanket over the two of you, encasing your bodies in warmth. You went right back to his side and nuzzled your face into his neck as he held you. The two of you lay there in silence, the wind hitting against the trailer, as Eddie moved his hand up and down along your back.

As much as you hoped, the sweet relief of sleep wouldn’t be coming to you easily tonight.

The day was heavy, you felt it the moment you woke up, it seemed to wrap around your shoulders and weigh you down.

You and Eddie moved through the motions of the morning.

The two of you opt to eat in the trailer and join the others at the cafeteria. Holding to your promise, you ate a little bit of food. Only really having the stomach for a couple pieces of toast. Eddie had taken some bread from the pantry that was baked earlier in the week.

Before you knew it the sun started to go down which meant it was time to get ready and meet at the front. Eddie dressed in his usual attire – his dark jeans, leather jacket, bandana wrapped around the lower half of his face with his dark curls pulled back from his face. After putting his hoots on, he slipped one of his knives inside and grabbed his pack. Your attire wasn’t far off from his – you wore all black as well with one of your old jackets. You grabbed your sheath and strapped it to your thigh and placed your knives inside.

The two of you left the trailer and moved toward the front of the labs where everyone seemed to be waiting. Hopper stood at the gate with his arms crossed at his chest and a darkened look on his face. Weapons were passed out along with ammunition if needed. A holster sat on your hip with a pistol inside as a shotgun was strapped across your back.

Amongst the crowd, you spotted Robin who was standing off to the side with Steve. It wasn’t long till her eyes shot up and connected with yours – both of you giving the other a small smile. You wished that you were grouped with all your friends, so you could see for yourself that they were all safe. But you were lucky to even be placed with Eddie – something you were sure he asked Hopper for.

“Now!” Hopper spoke loudly, his voice booming over the crowd and causing everyone to stop and look in his way. “We are about to embark on something that his group had never had to do before. But I have all the faith that we will achieve what we all want by the end of tonight. I want everyone to be vigilant…be safe…and watch each other’s backs. I know I am asking a lot of you tonight. But in the end, it was for the better of this camp. They have taken too much from us. We do this for Nancy, Sarah, and any other life that was lost due to these monsters.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Eddie look down at you for a moment, reaching over to squeeze your hand tightly.

“Everyone is to sweep through their planned parts of the old mall, never end a section alone! Once your area has been cleared, move on to the next till we all meet in center court. We don’t fully know what we’re expecting – but let us come out as the victors.”

Everyone around you seemed to let out a roar or cheer of some sort, causing you to jump slightly. The people atop the gate slowly pulled it open before the large group of fighters started to pour out – some marching off to the left with Enzo and the others to the right with Hopper. You kept close to Eddie as the two of you moved with the group that was going off to the right. Each step you took caused your heart to jump more and more up into your throat.

“How about when all of this done, we got back to Ricks? Get away for a few days?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he spoke to you.

“Ricks?” You questioned, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Eddie smiled slightly, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes like usual. “It’s a date then baby,”

You nodded your head and tried to force a smile onto your face, reaching for his hand and holding onto it tightly again. Finding peace in feeling the warmth of his hand in yours.

Ok! Ok! I am so sorry for this long pause between updates. I had a lot going on these last two weeks. Work, family, other shit - but I am back. The next chapter is going to be all battle. I was gonna place it here with this chapter but a nearly 6k+ word chapter seemed like a lot! If you enjoyed it, please like + reblog, it really helps! Come and chat or comment I love seeing people's views on the chapter updates! Hopefully, the smut wasn't too bad - but I wanted Reader and Eddie to have a moment before death, violence and zombies came back into the picture!

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[khaleesiofalicante]

Not exactly a quote but I think you would love it anyway: "A writer is just someone who forces what's living in their head to pay rent"

Do you think its ok to make me cry at 2 a.m with this??? 😭😭I told my family I had a headache and I wanted to go to sleep earlier, then I started reading this chapter and I didnt even think I would finish it bc I was actually sleepy...

And the last thing I knew was me crying at the end of this jdhdjdjdks

Dont worry, I didnt have classes today!! Yey!!

I kneel before one godness and that is Jia Penhallow 😌

"I’m here for you, Alec. Maybe not in all the ways you expect me. But I’m still here.” I mean it does feels great seeing him try..

And Alec is a fixer. He just needs to know what’s wrong so he can fix it. The parallel to this and Magnus saying he would hate if Alec thinks he needs to fix him... SCREAMING

The effortless love between them.💙💙💙

“Are you sure?” Magnus asks. “It worked on the senator’s son.” I mean... He is not wrong...

Jace is so in love kdhdkdjdodk

The florist be like: Something lgbt just happened to me...

I'm love my two in love dumbasses but the 'I’ll make it worth it. I promise' is just🥺🥺🥺

Because apparently, you can't just draw shapes and shit on their little faces. They want specific shit.  No shit Sherlock!!!

“You look like a butterfly.” She gasps at that. “Really?” “Really,” Alec grins. “You wanna fly?” NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS 😭😭 ITS SO ADORABLE BUT I ALSO FEEL SAD JDJDKDJK

“You are the opposite of manageable,” Shut up Alec, you love her!!!

Luca is so wise ngl. Also I love how, even tho it was really hard, Magnus did put his health first and knew that he wasn’t in the right headspace to get a baby. I will protect this man ok?!?

"The issue is not knowing where to draw the line. The issue is not understanding where they stop and where you begin.” THIS>>>

The reason of him wearing glasses😭😭

Clary 🤝 me.

Our love for wine :)

"We need to find a short lady! Like Aunt Clary." poor Clary putting up with all of their jokes jdhsjsj

“I like the name Brooke,” David smiles and then gasps dramatically. “What if she can’t pronounce the letter R and calls herself Book? We have a baby called Book!”

Max giggles at that. “You’re cute.”

David bops his nose. “You’re cuter.”

“You know,” Clary says. “If those two don’t get together when they are older, Jace might throw a fit.”

MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS OK??? SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😭

Clace rights only😎

I thought this was like when they were still kids but then the trip to South Africa was mentioned and I realized the were older and that the divorce is not so far away and I wanted to scream and-

"Do none of you know how genetics and reproduction work?” soryy Rafe, I skipped those classes... it wasn’t my fault!! they were boring!!

Mavid>>>>

“We tell them the truth,” Magnus replies. “And hope they understand. Otherwise, we have failed as parents.” EXACTLY THIS

I hate the damage control the have to do😭

They are not punishing them. They are mourning. Mourning someone who doesn’t exist. Mourning someone they never met. Am I crying? Yes. But I think we all did..

“Bapak is sorry." Holy shit this line was the one that hurted the most😭😭😭

All the videos he is watching are making me emo🥺🥺 the one with the water fight, THE ONE WITH MAX AND DAVID, THE TIKTOK CHALLENGE HOLY SHIT💙💙💙

We stan Elyaas. Just a friendly reminder

“Great,” Alec grins. “So, I thought I’d share some things with you that I find very sexy.”

“Magnus Bane!” someone yells.

“Magnus Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects with a wink. “And yes, my husband will always be on top of that list. But let’s talk about some other stuff.”

THIS MAN ISTG-

YES. WE NEED TO GIVE A FUCK!!!

Not him rewinding the video to Magnus Lightwood-Bane🥺🥺

Peter and Asmodeus are both pieces of shit!!!

It’s easier for him to love himself when he knows someone else is doing it too. I relate a little to much to this quote...

“Someone once told me the right man won’t care,” JEM AND TESSA, JEM AND TESSA, JEM-

The endless love they find within each other to give to their children. Why does this Timeline feels so nostalgic?? 🥺🥺

“There are parents who try to do better and there are parents who don’t. That’s it." Louder for everyone to hear!!!!

“Edom is my Alexander.” You really cant love more than this, huh??

“It wasn’t that bad,” she smiles. “I had a friend who came with me for moral support.”

“Ah,” Magnus says. “I hear he is dashing.”

“More like deranged,” she corrects.

Dont @ me but I love their dynamic ok?!?! Their friendship is kinda unique but it really is beautiful💙

Song rec: In The Stars by Benson Boone. Kinda tlnd Malec vibes but also lbaf malec vibes when Alec dies

Ilyy. Byeee💚

Lmao the song rec 😂😂😭😭😭😭😭 (literally)

Here is a tiktok for you. When Rafe finds out about mavid 🤭

#tlnd #I loved the quote it made me very 😎😎😎

[or-something-better]

July 12, 2022

(Nightly RP - End of Charlie’s Baal storyline)

Ruby

“Are you ready for the battle ahead?” I ask Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

my eyes go wide as I see another that looks just like me, I swallow the emotion and then I turn to her with a sigh as I’ll ever be… never thought I’d have to do this again

Gabe

Listen, I know this can’t be easy but I promise your reward will be eternal peace

Ankhesenamun

looking a bit confused I can only nod

Charlie

Thank you. turning the pages of the golden book I point out the spells we will need to the group I know it seems like a lot but that’s what it took last time

Alex

Struggle looking through on shelves

Henry

looks around

Dean

laughs seeing the ingredients they look like normal cooking ingredients

Ruby

Listening to the list of ingredients, I tell the others “I have those ingredients in a spell stash I keep.” Seeing the look on Dean’s face, I get defensive. “It never hurts to be prepared. Witch’s motto.”

Henry

Where we going to find those

(Cass and Jody appear)

Cass

hello team free will

Charlie

Hey cass, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on vacation

Alex

Hi mom

Dean

Hey you two!

Cass

Ok what’s going on I had a feeling so thing was up .

Alex

Hello Cass

Henry

Hi waves with a cookie in my mouth

Jody

Hey Bear! Hey Deano!

Cass

Alex… Hey there  Cookie Monster

Alex

Smiles hugs her mom

Henry

smiles

Alex

How is vacation

Jody

Hugs Bear

Gabe

Seems we have some pissed off ancient gifs, I need to exterminate I hope and this unfortunate Ruby look alike is going to help us restore order and end the issue

Cass

So it’s Tuesday?

Henry

How we going to stop what’s his name?

Gabe

Ihop

Ankhesenamun

Well all those years ago we did a binding spell….we are connected…. I can always find him

Charlie

grins sadly

Gabe

grinning That’s the best news I’ve heard since the last set of quads !!! Ruby grab your stuff and let’s finish this once and for all

Ruby

Popping to the apartment, and going to my secret closet, I quickly gather the items needed, replace the false wall and head back to the bunker.

Ankhesenamun

reading through the ingredients and double checking this will do nicely… I just need some coal to place the sigils here

Henry

Would a crayon work I don’t have coal

Alex

Giggle cover her mouth

Jody

It’ll have to work Henry. Please let Ruby use it Smiling at Henry

Henry

takes the black crayon out of Sam pocket to give to her

Pamela

Will that work?

Ankhesenamun

taking the black crayon from the boy I set to work, drawing some Egyptian symbols on the floor

Cass

looking at the sigils I think my nephew Jesus draws like that

Ruby

Taking out my polished brass casting bowl, I set it down on the floor near Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

looking over to my lookalike, I can sense she has some abilities I can’t do this alone, Imhotep will find me. I know you brought me back…. So I think you can do this. Will you help me?

Ruby

“Of course. Whatever I can do to help.” I hand my ingredients to her.

Ankhesenamun

smiling in relief I take the ingredients and add them into the bowl

Dean

Is there anything else any of the rest of us can do to help?

Ankhesenamun

Your part comes next. joining hands with ruby I am ready to begin

Gabe

I’ll use my powers and cloak the bunker so hubby of the year doesn’t find us eyes glowing I raise my hands and cloak the bunker

Ankhesenamun

closing my eyes I begin to chant, drawing power from Ruby

      quat eazimat min 'anubis tuzhir li alshakhs almurtabit bi

Charlie

a glowing green orb forms in the middle of the room and begins to float over the map table erratically and suddenly stops

Alex

Look around whoa

Dean

watching the bunker light up and see the orb stop

Ankhesenamun

I look to the others that’s where he is… familiar to any of you?

Jody

Getting ready to jump in and go!!

Henry

climbs onto Gabe’s back

Cass

grabbing your arm  Jo Jo no going off halfcocked, promise me you’ll stay safe and if you can’t at least stay close.

Gabe

laughing hits kiddo . Gather around guys let’s go

Alex

Hold on to Gabe shoulder

Henry

Hi dad  smiling

Jody

Crossing my arms and huffing  Oh. Ok Feathers

Dean

walk over placing a hand on Gabe’s shoulder

Pamela

Charlie let me know what I can help with. suits next to Charlie

Cass

if anything happened to you JJ

Charlie

Happy to show you the ropes

Gabe

we all vanish

Jody

I know Feathers

Imhotep

inside the sawmill I am working on an old spell I once used before to wake the dark army of Anubis.

Alex

See Imhotep in window

Imhotep

thinking about how I already saw my wife I know I need to work fast to help Baal get these demons he needs

Alex

quicky hide and Signal Cass and Jody +Hide+

Cass

Grabbing Jody’s hand, we follow Bear’s lead

Gabe

quietly follows behind Cass and Jody

Henry

follows Gabe

Alex

Following Henry

Dean

follow Gabe and Donna

Gabe

whispers to bear! you that Ihop guy? peers in the window too

Henry

looks over Gabe’s shoulder

Alex

Whisper back yeah he is planning I not sure what he planning

Imhotep

finishes working the spell and waits

Ankhesenamun

taking a sharp breath oh no! We won’t be alone for long….

Ruby

“What do you mean?” I ask Ankhessenamun, turning to her. I see she is taken by a soldier. I take off after her but get taken too.

Alex

Rise her eyebrows what the hell he planning

Gabe

Huh? What? Why? stands instantly, and disappears! Appears behind the two Soldiers! hello! smirks! good bye! snaps his fingers and they both turn into Sand! back from which they came!

Okay ladies? looks to Ruby and Noxie

Ankhesenamun

We don’t have much time….

Ruby

"Thanks Gabe."

Gabe

Let me guess… more company comin?

Dean

Screw this! takes off for the door to head inside

Gabe

Oh course!

Alex

Gasp nod thanks Gabe

Gabe

Annnnnnd there he goes! shakes head!

Henry

Dean for once in your life can you think  stops him using telekinesis

Dean

finding myself frozen in place suddenly I look back at henry Henry come on we need to go get this douchebag what are you doing?

Gabe

Ah ah ah!…. Shhhhhh put an invisible zipper over Deans mouth!  …. There much better!

Alex

Laugh

Donna

giggles sorry Dean! It just got a lot quieter around here!

Dean

really???? We dont have time for jokes

Alex

Right Cover my mouth

Charlie

you can hear the footsteps of dozens of men, seeming to come from all around

Henry

puts dean down  what's that noise

Alex

Gasp crap! Soldier

Gabe

thennnn shhhhhhh!

Donna

Ohhhhhh shit!!!! I pull out my archangel blade in my left hand and flick in the other! A wild look in my eye! BRING IT ON!!!! turning to Gabe and Ruby we need to go now

Dean

looks seeing more soldiers and a demon army and get my gun as i get ready to fight

Henry

pulls out my daggers

Cass

Son of!!! Pulling out my angel blade m, my eyes start to glow!!

Alex

Took my angel blade out my pocket and ready to fight

Dean

thinks to Gabe can you give me my voice back so I can yell if I need to warn to protect somebody please?

Jody

Pulling out my new angel blade from Cass, I charge towards the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

I start moving in where I see Imhotep, once the love of my life—-now I didn’t know what he was

Gabe

Uggg here! snaps opening your mouth … get out of my head! shakes head! quietly follows Noxie, keeping an eye on Imhotep

Ruby

Following Ankhesenamun inside

Henry

fights soldiers

Donna

runs into battle like the tank she was born to be!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Dean

I run at and attack shooting one soldier and dodging another before stabbing it

Imhotep

send more soldiers using the spell and I suddenly look up seeing and ruby I get angry bitch seriously you’re going to betray me yet again working with them against me???

Alex

Ninja skill soldiers and she fight

Jody

Fights along side of her bestie!!

Ruby

Taking my satchel, I pull out the Book of Life, handing it to Ankhesenamun

Donna

Wooooooo! goes agonist her back! And fight as one!

Ankhesenamun

I never betrayed you, I saved you from yourself. joining hands with Ruby  are you ready?

Ruby

"Yes" Ankhesanamun and I chant together,

          “Ka-dee-shmal, Ka-dee-shmal  Paradoose, Paradoose”

Henry

throws my daggers around

Gabe

stands up straight looking at Imhotep straight in the eyes! Oh cool it Pancake house! You know your just counting the minutes till your ultimate end!

Jody

Smiles as they fight back to back Aaaaarrrrgggggghhh!!!

Charlie

the soldiers begin to crumble and turn to sand… a few of them exploding as they’re stabbed and struck

Dean

gets pinned by a couple soldiers and tries to fight them off struggling but finally manages to get my gun up and pull the trigger as I’m splattered by the demon soldier whatever as his head explodes in my face then I break loose from the other and shoot it

Alex

Stay with Jody and Donna and fight the soldiers

Ruby

We continue chanting, the spell works its way through the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

never taking my eyes off of Imhotep, I keep chanting with ruby

Cass

Swinging my blade furiously, I laser my eyes at the soldiers while making contact with my sword

Imhotep

Oh but see in all actuality the fun is only just beginning. Imhotep turns to Ankhesenamun save me from myself??? Bitch you helped KILL me!

Ankhesenamun

I give him a look while chanting that says I’ll do it again

Imhotep

I dont take my eyes of the archangel ready to fight

Ruby

More and more of the soldiers turn to sand

Henry

watches with amaze

Gabe

Don’t look at me like that? starts to circle the Egyptian Priest unless you intent to dance baldy!?

Dean

watches soldiers turning to sand as I go to attack them sweet

Gabe

blades start to descend I will drop you!

Donna

Whoa!!!!! …. dusts of the sand! awwww man Same gets everywhere!!!!!

Imhotep

eying the blades more demons appear in between us I have plenty more where those come from I say another Egyptian spell in my head concentrating on you unsure if it will actually work of one of the plagues and am disappointed when it fails

Jody

Holy crap!! sneezes from all the sand

Alex

Coughing cover my mouth and nose from sand dust

Gabe

Devilish smirk, and brushes off shoulder (carefully with blades!) that was cute! glares at Imhotep and vanishes!

Imhotep

I think about that wife of yours outside as I attempt to make on of the spells work on her if things work correctly she should be feeling a bit itchy right now

Gabe

You ass is grass Ihop!

Imhotep

I see you disappear confused for a minute I look around trying to locate you. laughs at how what I said Sounds a bit itchy or bitchy...

Gabe

appears behind of Imhotep! And and with swift Nooooo. Eyes a blaze, tackles him to the ground… my blades extending to your neck!!! NO BODY… NO BODY….. messes with my BELLE!!!! You … will …. Die …NOW…. IM-HO-TEP!!!!

Imhotep

find myself suddenly pinned to the ground with blades at my throat I... wait.....can we talk about this....

Donna

itches under my jacket! I preferred the Sand!!!

Alex

walks into where Gabe and Imhotep are fighting  whoa!!

Dean

seeing that the soldiers are gone starts heading inside and sees donna and signs to her +you ok???+

Henry

walks in and watches

Donna

enters the room and sees my love! SWEETS!!! Wait no!!! Your promise!!! I hurry closer itching my other arm!

Donna

Yes I’m okay Deano!! Must be all this Sand!

Dean

your head starts itching too. runs inside to join the others watching Gabe and Imhotep

Donna

scratching uggggggg what the heck?!!

Imhotep

hears donna and looks over what promise? And how you feeling scratchy?

Ankhesenamun

I watch in horror as Imhotep is ready to be slaughtered

Dean

lice is crawling all over you

Gabe

Ugggg sighs fine! flipping my hand open, I place my palm on Imhotep’s forehead and close my eyes. Cleansing him!

Donna

Ahhh. The hell!!! my whole-body shutters and flip and shake my hair!

Imhotep

suddenly feeling different as the key falls out of my hand

Donna

as quick as noticed it… it goes away! the hell?!?!!!! my breaths heavy!

Alex

seeing the golden box I take my chance and run forward to grab it before bringing it back to the team

Ruby

I begin my chant to Anubis “Oh God Anubis. Take this traitor to the land of the Dead. Never to be called forth to the land of the living again. Take the one called Ankhesenamun to rest with the ancients forever more.”

Gabe

stand over the priest and closes my eyes, praying the Anubis! Yo buddy got a couple friends you’ve been missing! Come and Get em! Allll your pups!

Ankhesenamun

I begin to fade, a new sense of peace washing over me and I turn to Imhotep, who is once more the man I married—and I go back to Anubis

Gabe

my eyes pop open and look to my Belle and hurry to her! are you okay!

Alex

Yay! We did it!!

Imhotep

I join hands with you and smile as we both fade out returning to Anubis

Donna

I nod, and run my hands through my hair I’m okay. But gawd that felt awful! I step close to your body and   holding you!

Ruby

Feeling relief, I join the others to get ready to go home.

Henry

walks over to Ruby

Dean Finally! That part’s over. I am still getting my damn revenge for Sammy!

Donna

Ya know, should probably look for the book!

Jody

I’ll help you Don!!

Gabe

Good idea!! looks around a bit

Ruby

Good job Henry. Ready to head back?

Donna

10-4 come on! nods and starts to search!

Henry

Yes I ran out of snacks

Jody

Starts looking for the book with Donna

Dean

walks over need to go check on Sammy anyway

Gabe

Probably not such a good thing to have that book still out there!

Alex

Let’s go check on Sam, I have the key… book isn’t much good without it.

Jody

Continually searching all over I don’t think it’s here!!

Donna

I’m not finding it!

Gabe

I’m sure we’ll find it! reaches my hand for my love! come on let’s go Bro and ladies!

Cass

Turning to Gabe Got out to Bro  Grabs Jody’s hand

Donna

I take my archangel hand okay sweets, let’s blow this popsicle stand! giggles!

Jody

Holds onto Cass’ hand as we vanish

Gabe

nods and smiles see ya at the bunker. Vanishes!

Ruby

Ok, everyone wanting to go to the bunker, gather around!

Dean

Already here

Alex

Hold on to ruby I got it

Henry

grabs onto Alex

Ruby

Don't want to forget any stragglers. Ok, 3-2-1 (for Sammy's sake) We pop back to the bunker

Sam

As I began to wake up from what felt like a long sleep, it only took a minute before I recognized that I was still in our med bay. Memories of the battle everyone had all just gone through because of ME came rushing back.

Sitting up slowly, I took stock and realized that my only real physical injury from being captured by Baal was the bandaged left arm where Imhotep had cut me. Cut me for the mutated blood that flowed through my veins. Lifting up my arm, I stared at the bandages.

Anger surged through me! Anger at putting my Team, the people I care about in danger…Anger at not seeing my deteriorating condition for what it truly is, a damn liability to everyone…Anger at the weakness I carried inside, because of my own mother’s choices. Damn it!

Well, not anymore! I got off the bed and walked out into the eerily quiet Bunker. I went directly to my room and pulled out the vial of demon blood that Ruby had given me. It was crystal clear to me, that I could no longer deny what’s been inside me all along.

I drank it down. Fate had saddled me with this one thing about myself that I could never change…it was past fucking time to have it work for us, not against us.

Dean

grabs Henry’s shoulder

Ruby

Getting to the Bunker, I double check on my passengers.

Dean

appear with you at the bunker

Charlie

bouncing with excitement I turn to Pamela I think they’re here! Go tell them!!

Pamela

welcome everyone back sam’s awake.

Cass

Arriving at the bunker with my JJ, I check to make sure she is ok as her fighting game was off today Hey JJ, are you ok my love?

Donna

appears in bunker

Dean

He is? How is he? He ok?

Donna

He? He who?

Henry

runs past to find Sam

Ruby

Following the others, I want to see Sam and how he is doing.

Gabe

Sam??

Jody

Squeezes my angel’s hand Just a little bit off today my love

Alex

Following Gabe, Sammy?

Charlie

inside the bunker I’m really happy and excited that Sam is awake

Dean

Char? He s awake? Where is he should I be worried? He ok?

Jody and Cass

Is Sam ok?! in unison

Gabe

I’ll go check on him! goes to go to Infirmary

Sam

Coming into the main room, I lean against the doorframe and have to smile at all the unnecessary concern being directed my way. I’m fine, guys. Honest. Never better.

Henry

hugs Sam

Dean

Sammy! You sure? hug you

Sam

Hugs Henry. Steps into the room Sooo… enough about me. Dean, we’ve got work to do. Walks over to the map table where I have several books and note papers all laid out.

Gabe

Well! Hey! You do seem better!

Donna

He looks a lot better!

Sam

Slaps Dean on the shoulder as I walk by

Alex

Sam! Run and hugs

Charlie

grins he IS better! You guys did it!

Henry

sits on the table

Sam

Hey, Alex

Donna

Mr and Mrs Angel go into the map room!

Alex

Thanks god you are ok

Dean

I watch you walk by and turn around following you, you sure you’re good? I mean you look good but how do you feel?

Ruby

Sensing a change in Sam, I have my suspicions but say nothing.

Sam: Look, at least now we know what Baal’s end goal is and exactly what pieces he has in order to go after it. This Imhotep is only one of the nasties he’ll probably throw at us to keep us from stopping him. Anger at having been taken, still fresh.

Dean

We took care of Imhotep he’s gone and out of the way

Sam

Dean, I'm so sorry that I couldn’t help I wished I could better convey what I was feeling about it all.

Henry

How you feeling?

Sam

I’m feeling good Henry. I want to… no, I NEED to finish this.

Dean

Bro. You can’t help when things go south it always manages to happen. But you're ok and that’s what matters right?

Sam

Nods Right... absolutely Squeezes his brother's arm

Dean

You seem too calm you sure you're good?

Alex

Hey Sam Smiles we got the key. Shows Sam

Sam

Yeah, honest...

Donna

GUYS!!!! We need to take care of this Baal ass hat!!!! Now!

Jody

 Well I don’t think he is going to stop any time soon Don…

Cass

the key is only a part of what he needs… he has the book

Charlie

We need the book… according to everything I have read, the only way to end baal is to trap him. The spell to do it is in that book!

Ruby

Lifting my satchel, I take out the Book of Life and set it onto the table. “Would someone please take this back where it belongs? And make sure to lock it up along with the key.”

Pamela

And how do you all expect to get it?

Henry

I will  take them to put them in a box in the archives

Dean

follow henry watching him put it in the box making sure its secure and i lock the art room door behind you

……………………………………

1. Ruby asks Ankhesenamun if she’s ready for battle. When Ankhesenamun notices how alike they look, she is shocked for a moment, then answers Ruby, sounding a bit defeated she says yes as she will ever be. Gabe promises Ankhesenamun some eternal peace for her help. Not knowing what that means she thanks him and shows the team the spells they need to use from the book of the living. There are a couple of obscure items on the list, so Henry asks where to find them, Alex shrugs and starts looking through shelves. Dean laughs and says those are just normal cooking ingredients when Ruby speaks up, sharing that she has a hidden collection of magical ingredients and is certain some of those things were among them. Jody and Cass pop in. Cass says he got a feeling something was up. Gabe brings them up to speed on the situation. Henry asks how they plan on finding Imhotep. Ankhesenamun grins and says that with the binding spell that Imhotep did, he linked them—-she can always find him. Gabe says that’s the best news he’s heard so far and tells Ruby to go get the items she has and to hurry back

2. Ruby leaves and quickly pops back and Ankhesenamun asks for a piece of coal to draw her sigils. Henry says he doesn’t have any of that here but he does have a black crayon. Alex giggles and Pamela asks if that will work. Jody says it will have to and asks Henry to hand it over.

Ankhesenamun draws her sigils on the floor. Cass remarks about the sigils.  When Ruby sets the polished brass casting bowl down Ankhesenamun then tells Ruby she can’t do the spell alone or she will lead Imhotep to them and asks if she will help. Ruby agrees and hands what she brought to her. Ankhesenamun then adds ingredients into the bowl. Dean asks if there is anything anyone else can do, and Gabe speaks up saying he will use his power to cloak the bunker. Within minutes a glowing green orb appears over the map table and stops over an old sawmill. Jody doesn’t even wait for confirmation she’s ready to go, Cass pulls her back, Gabe asks everyone to gather around so he can take them there. Pamela stays behind to help Charlie

3. The sawmill is old and unused, inside, Imhotep is using a spell he had used in the past to wake up the dark army of Anubis- Baal needed his demons so Imhotep needed to work fast. Having seen his wife already he knew he didn’t have much time. Meanwhile, the team is circling the building when Alex sees Imhotep in the window. She quickly hides and signals Jody and Cass. They and Gabe come over quickly followed by Henry and Dean. Ankhesenamun, seeing what he’s up to, says they’re about to have company.

Ruby asks Ankhesenamun what she means when suddenly Ankhesenamun is grabbed by an Egyptian soldier.  Ruby goes after her and she is taken too.

Gabe uses his powers to eliminate the two soldiers and Ankhesenamun says they don’t have much time - Dean wastes no time and starts to head inside

4. Before Dean gets too far in, Henry freezes him in his tracks using his telekinesis. Dean starts to protest when Gabe silences him. Donna giggles at Dean, as the rest of the team makes their way inside. They can hear Imhotep and then the footsteps of many soldiers. Henry, Alex, Cass, Jody, Donna, and Dean fight the soldiers (Feel free to free run what the soldiers do to you or you to them, there are dozens). Gabe, Ruby, and Ankhesenamun head inside to find Imhotep.

Upon seeing Ankhesenamun and Ruby, Imhotep is outraged. Gabe makes fun of him and says this is about to end. Imhotep tells him it is only the beginning.

Ruby pulls out the Book of Life and Ankhesenamun turns the pages, finding the spell she is after to stop the soldiers. Gabe keeps Imhotep occupied. It takes a while of chanting before the spell takes hold and all of the soldiers turn into sand. The team joins Ruby and Ankhesenamun in the other room where Gabe has Imhotep pinned, his blades set to pierce his skull. Donna yells out to remind him of his promise. And Gabe sighs before cleansing Imhotep of the magic from the Book of the Dead. The key falls from Imhotep’s hand and Alex scoops it up.

Ruby and Gabe reach out to Anubis who takes both Imhotep and Ankhesenamun back to the underworld. Everyone cheers. Dean pledges to get vengeance for Sammy. Alex, Dean, Henry and Ruby head back to the bunker to check on Sam. Donna and Jody search for the Book of the Dead but it is nowhere to be found. Jody, Cass, and Donna leave with Gabe for the bunker.

((Sam’s part here))

5. They head inside just as Gabe, Donna, Jody and Cass appear. Charlie and Pamela meet them at the door full of excitement because Sam is awake.  Henry runs past her, Jody, Cass and Alex follow behind and Dean is asking questions about how Sam is and if he needs to worry. Gabe promises to check him out when Sam appears at the door with a grin saying he’s back. Then gets serious and tells Dean they have work to do. Charlie is happy to have Sam back, Donna says she is glad he is doing better Sam smiles and leads everyone to the map table

6. Charlie’s laptop is set up, and Sam acts like he’s on a mission. Ruby has a few thoughts of her own but keeps them to herself. Dean is sharing how they defeated Imhotep, while Sam listens intently and wishes he could have been of more help.  Henry asks Sam how he’s feeling, and Sam responds with a comment about how he’s ready to finish this. Cass and Jody are a bit surprised at how angry Sam seems and Dean makes a remark about how that is the Sammy he remembers. Alex tells Sam she got the key and shows it to him. Donna gets everyone’s attention and says they need to get Baal now. Jody says he wasn’t going to stop any time soon and that Alex had just taken the key to his power. Cass said the key was only a part of what they needed. Charlie pipes in with why they needed the book so badly, and Pamela asks how they’re going to get it.

Ruby gets the Book of Life out of her bag and asks someone to put it away with the key. Henry takes care of it, placing both items back in the artifact box before Dean locks it away

[melbournenewsvine]

Todd Woodbridge reveals heart attack scare

Todd Woodbridge with wife Natasha at the Newcombe Medal in 2019. (Photo by Quinn Rooney/Getty Images) Aussie tennis legend Todd Woodbridge has revealed he suffered a ‘mild’ heart attack last week, speaking out about his ordeal in a warning to others. Woodbridge told the Herald Sun he was ‘shocked’ when he started experiencing chest pains and other symptoms during a daily workout regime. ‘SLAP IN THE FACE’: Novak Djokovic’s bitter blow before Australian Open ‘HEARTBREAKING’: Tennis fans react to news about Nick Kyrgios The 16-times grand slam doubles champion and one-time top-20 singles star regularly works out in his home gym in Melbourne and also keeps active while away commentating at tournaments. “It was last Thursday, I tried to keep my routine having travelled to the US Open and London and I was just exercising and had chest pains and every symptom when you look up google – full sweats and I felt awful,” he said. “I had a little heart episode that goes down as a mild heart attack which is a bit of a shock to me. “And you’re personally still coming to terms with somebody like myself who I consider to lead a pretty good fit healthy lifestyle – I keep active, I eat well, I do all the right things, I enjoy doing that. “It’s been a wake up call to me to make sure I look after myself. If it can happen to me it shows that it can happen to anybody.” Woodbridge said during an interview with 3AW radio on Thursday that he “didn’t think it was going to happen to me”. “My dad carried a pretty heavy cholesterol issue, I have that, and as we spoke about in (podcast) What Makes You Tick, I lost both of my brothers in their 50s,” he said. The 51-year-old responded to a fan on Twitter: “My family genetics dictated that I would have cholesterol issues and that was a major cause of my episode.” Todd Woodbridge at the official draw for the 2022 Davis Cup qualifier between Australia and Hungary. (Photo by Mark Metcalfe/Getty Images) Tood Woodbridge becomes latest heart attack victim Woodbridge said he considers himself lucky after becoming the latest high-profile Australian to suffer a heart attack in their 50s. Cricket legend Shane Warne died earlier this year at just 52 after suffering a heart attack in Thailand. Story continues Labor senator Kimberley Kitching also died in March at the same age from a sudden heart attack. Essendon’s AFL premiership player Dean Wallis underwent surgery this year after a major heart attack, also at 52, while former Australia cricket coach Darren Lehmann survived a heart attack on his 50th birthday in 2020. Woodbridge’s two brothers both died in their 50s, leaving him extra cautious about his own health. “I’ve hit that age now where I need to make sure that I have regular testing, get to the doctors,” he said. “I’ve been fortunate enough to go and get all the tests and I’m OK. With good monitoring and a bit of mild medication moving forward, I’ll be fine. “But what I did learn was how important hereditary genes are to your health and I am aware that both my mum and dad have had a few issues with needing some stents and my dad had very high cholesterol. “If I take care of that I have the ability to be fine into the future. “But if you don’t take care of that, you are putting yourself at risk.” Fans reacted with shock to the news on social media, with some labelling it ‘sad’ and ‘awful’. with AAP Click here to sign up to our newsletter for all the latest and breaking stories from Australia and around the world. Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

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[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Merlin goes home for a little while, determined to enjoy a well-earned vacation;

Camelot immediately falls apart, with the sole exceptions of Guinevere and Gaius.

Merlin knows Arthur really well.

Which just means he knows exactly how to get him to let his servant go home for two weeks to visit his mother and relax a little:

“You just don’t want me to go because you know you can’t cope without me! Look, if you want to come with me, that’s fine, but you’ll struggle just as much there as you would here because I refuse to act as your servant in my own home.”

Arthur turns red, looking outraged as he loses the ability to speak. Merlin turns around before The King can see his satisfied smirk, tidying around the prat’s chambers with exaggerated annoyance as he just waits for the inevitable-

“Fine! Go! See if I even notice that you’re gone! Honestly, Merlin, the running of the Kingdom will probably end up going smoother without you here to mess things up, you bumbling idiot.”

Merlin grins to himself before schooling his face back into annoyance and turning around with a huff, crossing his arms petulantly:

“Fine!”

The servant decides that he’d better leave, what with the way he was struggling to keep the victorious grin from his face, so without waiting for a response, he “storms” from the room, slamming the door behind him as dramatically as he’s able when he hears Arthur yell:

“FINE!”

~

Merlin sets off at the beginning of the next week. Gaius had raised a disapproving eyebrow when his ward had told him how he’d gotten Arthur to agree to such a long vacation, but didn’t say anything. They both knew that the elderly physician thought it was funny.

Gwen and Morgana make sure to see him out of the castle gates with big hugs, and whilst all of the knights were meant to be training, it came as no surprise to anyone when Gwaine slacks off for half a candle-mark to say goodbye as well. Mordred shoots him a quick goodbye across their mental link as the servant walks away from the city, after promising Merlin that he would warn him if anyone was in any serious danger (”Serious danger only, Mordred, I mean it. If I get called home because Arthur is throwing some sort of tantrum, then I’ll act out your destiny for you.”).

Merlin’s journey goes smoothly. The world was hovering in the junction between Spring and Summer, but with a little magical manipulation, the Warlock had no trouble staying warm and keeping his feet beneath him on the uneven path. Unsurprisingly, the young man is a lot less clumsy when he doesn’t have to focus on keeping his magic locked away so tightly.

Two days after his departure from Camelot, his mother is greeting him outside her little house with a long hug and a wide grin, stroking a hand through his hair as she welcomes him home.

Coincidentally, that’s also about the time things started going to shit for everyone else.

~

It was just after noon when Elyan had to be carried to Gaius’ chambers, his whole body juddering as he struggles to draw breath, the lack of oxygen from his throat closing up mixed with the panic making his brain go fuzzy.

Percival holds him up from one side and Leon holds him from the other, the two of them bursting through the physician’s door just as Elyan’s eyes roll back in his head. Gaius looks up suddenly, obviously startled by the abrupt intrusion, but he swiftly focuses, eyes wide and assessing as he quickly points them to a patient pallet:

“What happened?”

The two knights lay him down as carefully as they can before standing out of the way as Leon forces out an answer, trying to catch his breath between words:

“I don’t know, servants brought lunch out whilst we were training so we stopped to eat and he just started... wheezing. We thought he was choking at first but he said he couldn’t breathe. Has... has he been poisoned? We stopped everyone from eating.”

Gaius had gathered a handful of odd looking dried leaves the moment Leon mentioned the food, recognising the symptoms of an allergic reaction and putting two and two together immediately. He crushes them in his hands quickly, knowing he didn’t have time for a proper mortar and pestle as he shoves the crumbs into Elyan’s mouth, following through with a vile of something green and gross-smelling

He massages the odd concoction down Elyan’s throat as best he can around the swelling, and lets out a relieved smile when the knight’s eyes blow wide open and he chokes slightly before swallowing it all, grimacing at the taste but breathing deeply as his airways open again.

Leon and Percival let out similar breathes of relief when Elyan begins breathing again, chuckling breathlessly at his disgusted groan. The door bursts open again before anyone can say anything, and Arthur strides in, his flushed cheeks and rumpled clothes implying he had sprinted across the castle in his panic.

He spots Elyan on the pallet, his deep breaths interspersed with the odd cough, and his eyes widen even further as he looks to Gaius for an explanation:

“A servant told me something was wrong, what happened?!”

The King loses a little of the tension in his shoulders when Elyan waves a thumbs-up in his vague direction, but still looks frantically between the two knights and the physician as he waits for an answer. Percival wordlessly moves to Elyan’s side, running a hand up and down the man’s arm as Leon looks to Gaius expectantly:

“He had an allergic reaction, likely to nuts in the food. He should be fine, but he needs a day or two of rest, and to come back to me immediately if his throat swells again.”

Arthur sags in relief, nodding his approval of Elyan’s needed bedrest, but Leon’s eyes go wide as he lets out a knowing noise:

“Of course! I forgot about his allergy, it hasn’t been an issue since we were kids.”

Gaius nods knowingly and begins reorganising the jars he had knocked over when the knights had startled him:

“Hmm. I imagine he watched what he ate carefully when he was travelling, but Merlin keeps an eye on all of your food now.”

Leon frowns slightly as he tilts his head in confusion, but Arthur beats him to the punch, asking incredulously:

“What do you mean, Merlin keeps an eye on our food?”

Gaius raises an eyebrow, holding in his smirk as he slowly replies:

“Well, Merlin is usually the one to bring food out to you when you train, is he not? And on days he can’t he always speaks with the kitchen staff to double check what food is going where. Sir Elyan is not the only one with an allergy, My Lord. Merlin always makes sure any food the seven of you are given is safe. He has a tendency to check the Lady Morgana’s meals as well, whenever he’s able.”

Arthur is too taken aback to reply, his mouth hanging open, but that is when Percival looks up from his place at Elyan’s side, a confused frown on his face:

“Why?”

Gaius doesn’t manage to hold his smile in at that, looking between the three knights, and Elyan, who has just about managed to regain his breath:

“To avoid situations like this, I imagine, and to check for poison. It’s not uncommon for assassins to try and lace the royal’s food with something or other.”

Arthur finally shuts his mouth, only to open it again, speaking slowly:

“So... Merlin checks all of our food?”

Gaius nods:

“Religiously, Sire.”

Leon and Percival just shrug, adding it to their list of Weird Things About Merlin That They Should Be Grateful For, and Elyan smiles goofily from his place on the bed (whether it was the lack of oxygen or something funky in the vial, the knight didn’t know, but he was definitely still feeling a little... odd), but Arthur just frowns deeper, muttering a distracted “Take it easy.” to Elyan before walking stiffly from the room.

The King makes quick work of the journey back to the council meeting, desperately trying to persuade himself that this was nothing to do with him not being able to cope without Merlin. Elyan was the one not coping, clearly. Merlin was still wrong and stupid and Arthur hadn’t even noticed that he was gone until Gaius brought him up (a lie, he missed him terribly, but shhh).

Leon and Percival look to Gaius in confusion when Arthur had almost stormed from the room, and the Physician simply smiles again, the amusement shining clearly in his eyes:

“Merlin persuaded Arthur to let him take a holiday by heavily implying that he couldn’t cope with Merlin’s absence.”

Percival snorts with laughter and Leon raises an eyebrow as he grins:

“Arthur took that as a challenge then, I suppose? Two days in and we’ve already got The King sprinting from meetings because a knight has collapsed from an allergic reaction... because Merlin wasn’t here...”

Gaius just nods, and Percival mutters an amused:

“This will be entertaining.”

~

Arthur steadfastly refuses to acknowledge that the next mini disaster, a few days later, was also down to Merlin’s absence.

Ok, so maybe it was because Merlin wasn’t here, but ultimately, it was Gwaine that messed up, not Arthur. So it didn’t count.

The knight came back from a night patrol that he’d taken with The King with an infected gash on his arm. Arthur grins teasingly as he describes to Gaius how the knight had tripped on a loose cobblestone and scratched his arm on the sharp edge of a stray cart at the beginning of the patrol, and Gaius hums disapprovingly as he unwraps the scrap of fabric Gwaine had used as a bandage:

“Did you not have any medical supplies in your pack? Or did you think it best to let it get infected so I had to wake an hour before dawn to deal with it?”

Gwaine swings his dangling legs back and forth from where he sits on Gaius’ table, pouting sheepishly as he admits:

“I looked, but there wasn’t anything helpful in there, usually the armoury-hands have them stocked up for the patrols, I guess they missed mine.”

Arthur rolls his eyes at Gwaine’s seeming ineptitude, but his scolding is interrupted before it even begins when Gaius shakes his head in disagreement:

“Hmm. The servants that work in the armoury only tend to check the packs every few weeks, and even then they only check if they need any repairs. Merlin is the one with easier access to patrol rotas, so he’s the one who stocks them up on a day to day basis.”

Gwaine just nods in understanding, as if he should’ve expected that, but Arthur’s smile drops as he unfolds his arms, getting over his annoyed speechlessness in a matter of seconds:

“You’re telling me that Merlin, my personal manservant, is responsible for all the knights’ patrol packs?”

Gaius finishes cleaning Gwaine’s wound, muttering a quiet apology when the knight hisses at the first poke of the needle, speaking slowly as he focuses on making sure the stitches were neat and uniform:

“No, Sire. Technically the knights are meant to take care of their own packs, but Merlin is a paranoid man, he likes to double check things to make sure everyone has what they need. I suppose some people got used to having it done for them.”

Gwaine winces abashedly, making a mental note to remind the others to check their packs before their next patrols, but Arthur rolls his eyes, crossing his arms again and immediately accepting that this little incident was therefore Gwaine’s fault, and not down to Merlin's absence.

The voice in his head sounded a little doubtful, but he ignores it, choosing instead to chide his rebellious:

“Do try to pay attention to your own responsibilities, Sir Gwaine, I’d hate to see something terrible happen to you because you’re unable to complete your own simple tasks.”

Gwaine just sticks his tongue out petulantly, looking away from The King before he can see the blonde’s rolled eyes. Arthur huffs at his childishness, turning around to cover his grin and speaking over his shoulder as he walks from the room:

“You will be on time for once, Gwaine, training starts in a few hours and I want to see you bright and early.”

Gwaine just smirks, waiting for the door to shut behind Arthur before moving his sly, curious eyes to the physician in front of him:

“He’s missing Merlin, then?”

Gaius just gives him a knowing glance before looking back down at the now stitched gash, gathering bandages:

“I’d imagine so, though he’d never admit it. Merlin implied that Arthur wouldn’t cope with his absence,-”

Gwaine interrupts him with a laugh:

“Hence his insistence that it was entirely my fault?”

Gaius nods wordlessly, and Gwaine snorts, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

Meanwhile, Arthur stalks back towards his chambers, eager to get out of his armour and get into bed; Gwaine had training in a few hours, but so did he, and he needed at least a little sleep. He purses his lips in annoyance as his gaze falls upon the clinical cleanliness of his room... George had been in then. 

Look... Arthur being used to a slightly messy room did NOT mean he depended on Merlin. And Gwaine not being used to having to actually organise himself ALSO didn’t mean that Merlin was... ok. Maybe Gwaine relies on Merlin a little.

So that’s Sir Elyan and Sir Gwaine, two of The King’s most trusted knights, who can’t cope without Merlin. But Arthur is doing just fine. It’s been half a week and he is just. Fine.

Just fine.

~

It was the next day that things began going wrong a little more... drastically.

George wakes Arthur up for training on time because of course he does. Arthur had found himself losing out on a lot of sleep without Merlin insisting he go to bed at a reasonable time, and waking him up late; Merlin had gotten into the habit of snatching Arthur’s paperwork away and holding it out of reach until The King agreed to go to sleep, and somehow manages to fit Arthur’s entire morning routine into half a candle-mark. George would never snatch away Arthur’s paperwork, and he takes so much longer in the mornings meaning Arthur has to wake up earlier.

Not that Arthur would ever admit to enjoying his and Merlin’s unorthodox routines. 

Eight more days to go, and he’s fine.

At least... that’s what he thought until a nameless guard approaches the training field, waving him over from his spar with Mordred. Arthur strides over quickly, annoyed at the interruption and nodding at the guard to speak as he drinks from his water-skin:

“My Lord, Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel have arrived. I believe they’re waiting for your presence in the courtyard.”

Arthur chokes, managing to turn his head to the side just in time before he spits a mouthful of water over the guards face. He quickly wipes his mouth and turns back to the pour armoured man with wide eyes:

“That’s today?!

The guard nods hesitatingly:

“Yes, Sire, would you like me-”

He’s interrupted when Arthur shouts a hurried:

“Fuck!” as he drops his water-skin and begins sprinting up the field towards the castle, desperately trying to calculate if he had enough time to wash and change before they got antsy with waiting. Probably not.

Seeing Arthur’s panic and hearing his loud curse, Leon hurriedly approaches the guard, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder as he speaks with a frown:

“Gavin? Is everything alright?”

The guard, Gavin, looks to Leon with a confused frown:

“It would appear that His Majesty... misremembered the date of Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel’s arrival.”

Leon’s eyes go wide and he glances quickly to the castle as he rushes out an exclamation identical to Arthur’s:

“That’s today?!”

Gavin just nods again, and Leon drops the hand from his shoulder, letting out a loud:

“Shit!” as he recreates Arthur’s sprint up to the castle, knowing that he was expected to be at The King’s side when welcoming guests. He doesn’t pause, even when he shouts:

“Lancelot’s in charge!” over his shoulder.

The knights all look to each other in amusement, but Lancelot quickly takes charge, running drills as if he had been doing it his entire life and trusting that, whatever it was, Arthur could get things sorted. And if Arthur couldn’t get things sorted, then Leon would get things sorted. And if Leon couldn’t get things sorted, then Merlin would... oh.

He glances worriedly to the castle just as Leon falls through the door, not bothering to shut it behind him in his panic. Oh.

Arthur lets out the deepest breath of relief he thinks he’s ever experienced when he sees George ahead of him in the corridor; he gestures him over hastily, making the servant jog to keep up with him as he continues his fast pace down the hall:

“I don’t care how many other servants you have to pull from their duties, but I need the castle prepped for Halbert and Ethel’s arrival right now.-”

Arthur barely pays attention to George’s faltering step of shock, just stops suddenly in front of the door that leads down to the courtyard, turning to the servant and putting both hands on his shoulder as he stares at him intensely, face flushed and breathing harsh:

“I need you to do this for me, George. Prepare guest chambers, send someone down to show them to the right rooms, and make sure the Kitchens know they’re feeding two extra nobles for three days, starting today. If you can organise all of that in the next two minutes, I’ll give you a raise and a Godamn hug, you hear me?!”

George gulps, his shoulders tense, his face pale, and his breath frozen in his lungs as he meets Arthur’s frantic gaze with wide eyes. He gives a shaky nod, instantly turning and sprinting down the corridor without a word when Arthur lets go. 

Leon skids around the corner, moving to stand next to Arthur with his hands on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath, speaking in a slight wheeze:

“I... I left Lance... in charge.”

Arthur nods in approval, pulling Leon to stand before holding his hands out to the side, presenting himself for inspection. Leon takes one last deep breath, smoothing the training tunic over Arthur’s shoulders, attempting to rub the dirt from his nose, and brushing a quick hand through his hair before stepping back and holding his own arms out. Arthur pulls a leaf from behind his ear, but is otherwise satisfied, and the two of them turn to the door, schooling their faces and stepping down into the courtyard.

Arthur has a calm, welcoming smile on his face, and Leon stands stiffly behind him, hand on the sword that he luckily had on his hip as he stares blankly ahead.

The nobles seem taken aback at The King's state of undress, but don’t say anything, covering their shock quickly. Arthur’s hoping that his friendly attitude will just give the impression that he’s...approachable and slightly laid back, as opposed to just an idiot who forgot they were coming because no one had reminded him.

Gods. Merlin can never know about this.

~

Thankfully, the next three days went smoothly, or at least as smoothly as possible after Arthur spent an hour rifling through his old mail to try and figure out the original reason for Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel’s visit (watching their eldest’s knighting ceremony, and discussing with Arthur the potential for their youngest to move to the city to become a squire).

He waves them off in a much more regal manner than he had welcomed them, and keeps his promise to George, upping his pay slightly; though he exchanges the hug for an awkward pat on the shoulder, which he thinks both of them were grateful for.

~

He’d successfully made it through nine days. Semi-successfully. He’d just about made it through nine days.

Five more to go. But Arthur was feeling fine about those five days. He’d double checked all his mail, and made sure to find out when his patrols were scheduled.

Which is... unknown to Arthur, where the next problem stems from. 

Arthur wasn’t the one to rota the patrols, he really didn’t have the time to sit down with a list of names and hours and times and maps and organise everything fairly, it was difficult and time-consuming, but he made sure that Leon knew exactly how many hours he could give up for patrol each week.

Apparently, the communication between Leon and the council was normally handled by Merlin, who wasn’t there. So whilst Arthur was enjoying a solo patrol along the city borders at noon, waving at citizens and making his horse do tricks for giggling children, the council were sitting around the table, waiting rather irately for his arrival.

Now normally, this could’ve been easily dealt with, but when the same guard from three days ago gallops over to inform him of the problem and take over his patrol, Arthur was reminded rather suddenly that Merlin was always the one that came up with sensible sounding excuses.

(He also makes a mental note to avoid that guard forever out of embarrassment.)

This was one of the very rare occasions when Arthur simply glares the council into submission. Normally he likes to work with them; he hates to feel like they're just doing what he wants because they were kissing his arse, but he has no excuse other than “I forgot.” and he felt like that was worse than just.. acting like a bit of a dick for five minutes.

So... yeah. Merlin wasn’t there to reorganise the council meeting around Arthur’s patrol, and then also wasn’t there to come up with an excuse for why it wasn’t reorganised.

Arthur makes it ten days before he admits to himself that perhaps he relies on his manservant just a little too much.

~

Four days later, Arthur had missed another council meeting (despite his best efforts), Lancelot and Mordred had accidentally insulted some visiting Lord (and had therefore been told not to leave their rooms until he had vacated the city), and Gwen was no longer speaking to him, on account of The King being a dick without realising because Merlin wasn’t there to rein in his ego and... well... dickishness. That, and his crown had somehow gone missing between yesterday morning and now.

(If that last one had happened even a week prior, Arthur would’ve been adamant that it had been stolen or something else equally not-his-fault, but with how quickly he’d been made aware of his apparent bad memory and social clumsiness, he had every faith that he’d just misplaced it, and Merlin would know exactly where to look.)

Arthur was sitting on the courtyard steps, tunic unlaced at the top and hair a mess when his servant finally, finally walks through the castle gates. The King perks up slightly, but refuses to give Merlin the satisfaction of being run to, so forces himself to remain in place. He was especially glad that he’d made that decision when he saw Guinevere spring over to greet him. He has a feeling she won’t be all that... welcoming, at least not yet.

Merlin wraps her in a tight hug and Arthur forces down the swell of jealousy in his lungs, especially when he laughs brightly and pulls back to clasp her shoulders. Arthur sees Gwen’s face fall at a question Merlin had asked and he gulps, biting his lip when Merlin frowns and raises an incredulous eyebrow at her response. She points in Arthur’s direction, and The King’s eyes go wide as he rapidly stands, failing miserably at looking as though he weren’t staring in their direction. Guinevere rolls her eyes before giving Merlin one last hug and walking very deliberately in the opposite direction to Arthur.

Merlin marches towards him, slight annoyance mixing with a secret eagerness to check on Arthur speeding up his normal pace significantly. Before the servant can say anything, Arthur grabs his wrist, pulling him up the steps and through the castle without a word, tugging harshly every time Merlin opens his mouth to demand an explanation for himself or an apology for Gwen.

When they finally reach his chambers, Arthur quickly locks the door behind him, whirling on an angry Merlin with flushed cheeks and a desperate look in his eyes:

“I swear Merlin, I will never doubt you again, but Elyan almost died, Gwaine got an infection, Leon and I forgot about Ethel and Halbert, Lancelot and Mordred are essentially under house arrest, I missed two council meetings, lost my crown, and now Gwen’s not talking to me. You’re never allowed to leave me again.”

Merlin freezes in place, staring at Arthur with wide eyes and an open mouth for a few moments before he bursts into laugher. Arthur huffs, crossing his arms as his blush deepens, but waits patiently instead of demanding that Merlin stop. Honestly? He may have been laughing at Arthur, but it was still the most beautiful sound The King had heard in two weeks, and he’d definitely missed it. Which is... something to think about at a later date.

Merlin finally relents, his dimples showing prominently as he holds in another round of giggles at Arthur’s red face. The servant drops his pack to the floor, stepping forward and not giving Arthur time to move away before he pulls him into a tight hug, sighing contentedly at the warm contact:

“I missed you too, you prat. You’ll just have to come with me next time and we can leave Gwen and Gaius in charge.”

Arthur huffs out a gentle laugh, finally wrapping his arms around Merlin’s middle tightly and burying his face in the slightly taller man’s hair:

“I did. Miss you, I mean. And I also mean it when I say you’re never going anywhere without me again, this has been a nightmare.”

Merlin snorts, tightening his grip on Arthur as if he were trying to squeeze all of the stress out of him:

“Co-dependency isn’t the healthiest thing in the world, you know.”

Arthur just huffs, refusing to let go as he petulantly responds:

“I don’t care. I’m The King, I can do what I want.”

Arthur can almost feel Merlin rolling his eyes, but the servant just laughs again and seems to nod in agreement:

“Hmm. That excuse is going to come back to haunt you one day. Heard you gave George a raise?”

The blonde tenses in embarrassment, now refusing to pull away so Merlin wouldn’t see his pink cheeks:

“Uh... yeah. He cleans too much and is shit at coming up with plausible excuses, but he did save my arse a few times.”

Arthur can feel Merlin’s laugh vibrate through his ribcage, and though the man was usually rather touch averse, he found he never wanted the feeling to stop. He found himself hoping that Merlin felt the same when The King chuckles at his response:

“Oh yeah? Does that mean I get a raise for being good at excuses and bad at cleaning?”

~

THE END!!! 

Literally wrote this in one day so... sorry if it’s bad😅

Had no clue how I was going to end it until I got there, my thought process essentially just went “Hugs? Yeah. Hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs.” :D

Same as always lads, you wanna write it out in full or remix it or whatever, go for it, just drop me a message and credit/tag me :)

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[poedamneron01]

B. Bridgerton x F!Cowper!reader pt 2

summary; after the unexpected meeting of the eldest Cowper daughter and Second eldest Bridgerton at Lady Danbury’s ball, the ton is beaming with the prospect of the new couple. benedict is overcome with an odd feeling he only feels when he is in his element of doing what he does best; his art, while Y/N is quietly settling back in at home.

benedict bridgerton x f!cowper!reader

Warnings; colin being a wee bit of a dick.

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A/N ok sorry this isn’t as good as part one, but i promise they will get better!

“Benedict, you look as if you haven’t slept.” Violet Bridgerton frowned as her son joined the rest of his family in the drawing room of the Bridgerton home, “It is because I haven’t, mother.” Benedict responded as he fell down between Colin and Eloise on one of the comforters.

“He was busy fantasising about a Cowper.” Colin sneered at the mention of the retched family who have been the cause of many issues within his family “She is not just a Cowper, Colin.” Benedict responded with a grumble as Eloise closed her book from beside him “Have you forgotten about all the horrible things that family has done to Daphne, Pen and Eloise?” Colin exclaimed and Benedict’s jaw tightened.

“No I haven’t brother, and last I remembered they were the doings of her mother and sister, not her.” Benedict replied as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Well I do hope you don’t plan on courting her, because I certainly do not approve.” Colin muttered and Benedict turned to look at his oaf of a brother.

“Where did you two come from at the ball the other night?” Eloise asked with a smirk “You both reentered the ball arm in arm after we had not seen you for sometime.” Benedict sent his younger sister a pointed look “She was looking for some wine, I simply helped her find some, that is all.” Benedict pushed himself off the comforter and faced his family “Besides, she is different and nothing like her family at all.”

Violet Bridgerton stood by the piano where Hyacinth was playing a sweet melody, her eyebrows raised in shock at the words coming from her son, before he stormed out of the room. “No one knows anything about her Colin, give the girl a chance.” Violet asked of her son and the man shrugged “Not after the things her family has done mother.” Colin stated and Violet sighed in frustration.

#

Y/N Cowper had been on Benedict Bridgerton’s mind since they met at Lady Danbury’s ball, something he would be forever grateful for. He could not forget the image of how perfect she was in that dim lit room. His fingers twitched and flexed as he felt the need to draw her once more as he spent the past days doing so.

He was walking down the busy street, mind very obviously elsewhere as he was stopped by a smaller body colliding with his with an oof “Oh my-” the voice squeaked as they stumbled back a few paces. Benedict reached for the petite frame, steadying them on their feet and he felt his heart speed up.

“Benedict!” It was her.

Benedict grinned “Y/N, my apologies I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” He reluctantly dropped his hands and Y/N smiled, a small laugh leaving her lips “Your mind was elsewhere, there is absolutely no need for an apology, these things happen!” His heart was beating at a wild pace as the two stood in the middle of the pavement.

Benedict breathily laughed “Would you like to join me? I was going to promenade, it’s the perfect day for it.” Y/N asked him as passerby’s stared intently at the two of them. Benedict smiled and nodded “It would be my honour, my Lady.” He smirked, remembering her distaste for the title at the ball a few nights before.

Benedict offered the woman his arm as she rolled her eyes “If we weren’t in front of prying eyes I would have spoken some choice words.” She commented and Benedict raised his eyebrows with a grin “Doesn’t sound very ladylike.” He teased as the two began walking together “You will soon find out I am far from a lady, Benedict.” She responded.

The two had fallen into comfortable conversation, topics flowing freely, no limit or barrier to what they were discussing, it was quite comforting for Benedict. “So I have heard that you are somewhat of an artist.” Y/N smiled as the two continued their walk.

Benedict nodded “Could you teach me?” She asked him suddenly and the pair stopped walking “I have always wanted to know how to draw, I think it would be quite enjoyable and very calming.” After hearing those words, he had definitely fallen head first in love with this woman before him.

“I would like nothing more than to teach you, but how are we to do so?” He asked curiously and Y/N chuckled “We are both adults are we not? The idea of having to hide is quite preposterous to me, maybe it’s because I have been away for so long and tasted such freedoms.” She explained, head tilted slightly to look up at Benedict.

“Since we are both adults,” he began, though lowering his voice slightly, cautious of those around them “every Friday, we meet and I can take you to a studio I frequent and we can do lessons. But on one condition,” he added on as Y/N nodded her head “you tell me stories of your travels.”

The woman nodded “You have yourself a deal Bridgerton, but I also have one condition.” Benedict nodded for her to continue “That you bring wine, lots of it… oh! and save me a dance for each of the upcoming balls… so really it is two conditions.” She giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

“You have yourself a deal Y/N.” The pair turned and continued their promenade under the glistening sun, they truly looked like an elegant couple.

#

“There you are Y/N! Where have you been all day?” Lady Cowper exclaimed in shock as her daughter waltzed into the drawing room, which was full of suitors with bouquets of flowers, and boxes that held some type of irrelevant present in them. “Sorry mama, I was out enjoying the sun! Are all these fine gentlemen here for Cressida?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and her sister scowled “They are here to see you sister.” Y/N swallowed and her smile faltered “I must apologise my Lord’s, but I am not seeking a husband this season, I-” she was cut off by Cressida “But I am seeking a husband!”

Y/N curtsied and left the room, where countless groans of frustration were heard and multiple footsteps as the men left her home. “May, will you draw me a bath please, I need some time to myself.” Her maid nodded with a kind smile as she set off to prepare Y/N’s bath. She could not keep Benedict Bridgerton off her mind, he was so incredibly handsome. The man was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He made her feel normal, in a world full of false narratives he helped her feel grounded and alive.

Y/N was no child, she understood the act of pleasure that a man and woman would do, as a woman she understood her body far better than many of the women in London and she could tell that Benedict was a man well experienced. This only excited her as she entered her bedroom and began to undress slowly and carefully as the maids prepared her a bath, she could not wait for Friday’s.

“Y/N dearest.” Her mother’s sickening voice cut her out of her trance as she stood in her underdress, waiting for her bath to be filled patiently. “Yes mama.” The older lady sat at the foot of her eldest daughter’s bed, “Why did you return home?” Her mother asked and Y/N’s head snapped to look at her.

“Is my presence troubling for you?” Y/N asked in shock and her mother remained still “Why come home if you seek not to marry?” Lady Cowper asked and Y/N cleared her throat “Maybe my heart is already set on someone, but why does it matter? I am home after five years and you could not care for the life of me!” Y/N spoke in a small voice and her mother understood.

“That Bridgerton boy.” She came to a realisation, and her daughter stayed silent, mind flashing images of the handsome man. “Did something happen between you two?” Lady Cowper sternly asked and Y/N shook her head “Nothing you need to concern yourself about, but I care deeply for him.” Lady Cowper nodded and stood up, brushing her skirts out “Very well.”

#

Benedict arrived home after his eventful promenade with Y/N, a pep in his step and large smile on his face. “Brother, where have you been all day?” Anthony asked as Benedict entered the foyer of his family home “Out.” Benedict stated as he sped past his brother and sister-in-law and up the staircase. “He was out with Y/N Cowper, the whole ton is talking about the two.” Colin answered for his brother and Benedict came to a halt halfway up the stairs.

“How was that?” Kate asked with a smirk and Benedict nodded “It was eventful, we enjoyed ourselves very much so.” Colin shook his head in distaste “Benedict save yourself the trouble with her.” The second eldest narrowed his eyes at his younger brother “Maybe if you got to know her like myself, you would find she is a kind hearted individual, unlike her sister and mother.” Benedict responded, staring into Colin’s soul after the words he spoke this morning “Yes I am courting her, and I do intend to propose.” Colin scoffed at his brother’s words “How are you so certain you will be happy with her?” Colin pushed.

“Because when we spoke at the ball the other night, she took my breath away, she made my heart speed up in a way it has never done before! She is unlike any woman I have met in my lifetime thus far, she appreciates the real me, the Benedict who prefers being alone and in a studio making art, to the Benedict who shows up at ball’s and parades around like it is some great thing to be a Bridgerton!” His voice raised with each word he uttered and left Kate and Anthony with shocked but understanding looks, while Colin stood stunned.

“You will understand one day brother, I assure you. But when I am with her I am simply Benedict, and she is simply Y/N.” The speech had brought out the entire family, where Violet, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth watched on from the balcony above “May I be excused.” He whispered, earning a nod from Anthony.

Everything was happening so quickly, but Benedict had never been so sure of something in his life.

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[lu-twilights-pup]

Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but its inspired by the time and twi request if wearing their tunic as well as your drawing of time picking wars up like a cat. An x reader where for whatever reason they just pick the reader up, I've got the child energy (if that makes sense) while readers just kinda ???? And maybe a little flustered. Maybe with time, two or wars? (Maybe wild but most people headcannon him as tall as me or shorter)

oh i love everything about this one! I chose to do Time and Twilight for this one as i can easily see them doing this!

DISCLAIMERS:

alcohol, impaired judgment, injuries

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Time:

It was a wonder how you found yourself in such predicaments.

Being an adult member of the group, you often joined some of the older heroes when they decided to take a trip the tavern of the town you stopped in. It was a good way to take a break for a bit, the younger members and those less interested in drinks and the like, had no issue staying back in the Inn for the evening. And while though this wasn’t a frequent occurrence, it had happened enough times to know that you needed to be monitored to a certain degree.

You were by no means an problematic drinker, but you became very easy goin when you were drunk. It was nice to see you open up a bit, but after a few drinks you became just as reckless as Wild and Wind. You seemed to lose your sense of self-preservation and found an exciting time wandering away from your more sobered companions. Typically it was Twilight, maybe Sky who would watch you and take a hold of your arm is need be, but you had managed to slip away this time. You thankfully weren’t plastered, merely tipsy, but still.

The boys were worried a bit. You wouldn’t be destructive, but you would do something crazy if not stopped. And they’d rather not have to patch you up if they don’t have to.

A bit of searching revealed you to be moseying around a local farm. More specifically talking to the horses, who seemed unbothered by your presence.

“You know, *hic* you guys are alright! Much more talkative that these boys!” You giggled at your own joke as you noticed Time, and Sky approach you. You stood leaning on a stall door. Overlooking the other animals.

“You on the other hand are so nasty looking!” You called pointedly at a bull across the way. He did in fact look nasty. He was covered in scars and his horns seemed chipped. Though they were still plenty sharp, and he seemed much less enthusiastic about your stay in his barn. He huffed at you deeply, clearly annoyed.

“Ok (Name),” Sky tried “lets get going, I’m sure he’s just tired.” Reasoning was not going to be the way to go.

“So am I! But I ain’t giving him *hic* giving him a dirty look!” You righted ourself fully onto your feet, squaring your shoulders—the bull did not like this. Huffing harder, he dug his hoof into the ground. Now he was in a pen, but the door to that pen looked older than the old man. Goddess knows it wasn’t as strong as him.

“Go on then!” You slurred off a bit. “Say it to my face beast!” You attempted to charge over to the animal, but were stopped short by a pair of arms. And as quickly as you tried to run, your feet left the ground. You’re arms dangled a bit, sticking out awkwardly by your sides, not quite touching them, but there.

“And that’s enough to outta you Little one.” Time half heartedly chuckled. The situation clicked faster than you thought it could, and you sobered up even faster.

Time was holding you.

Time was holding you up in the air. Time was holding you up in front of him, by your under arms. He was holding you like a cat. Like a child. He was holding you. Effortlessly, no less. Though you supposed with walking around in all his armor all the time, such weight would not pose an issue when the armor was removed. But still he was holding you. His hands were warm. Or maybe you were cold. He was holding you so simply. How was-

“Do I even weigh anything to you?” You mumbled out in your confusion, not even noticing that he had sent Sky to check on the others they left in the tavern and he himself begun walking back toward the center of town. He paused to look at you, still holding you at arms length. Unbeknownst to you, he could see the blush flowing to your face, the blush that was definitely not related to the alcohol.

Ever the gremlin he was, he took this opportunity to adjust you in his grip, jostling you a bit, then holding you up higher over him as if he was inspecting something at a market. He smiled impishly at you, though there was a sweet tone to it.

“No, not particularly.” He shrugged.

It was a number of things that could have led you to be silent the rest of the way back to the Inn. You would admit to none of them.

Twilight:

You weren’t with the chain long before they figured out your pention for adrenaline. You often joined in on Wild and Winds less safe and more stupid antics with out a second thought. You absolutely thrived off of the rush you got in pulling stunts, crazy fights, and new tricks.

However this lead to a numerous amount of injuries from you. And as time passed you had learned to get a bit more of a grip on you high-chasing for the sake of you traveling mates inventories. One could only carry so many potions, one could also only stand to drink so many potions, and you did not get anything from the pain. You despised pain, in spite of your dangerous antics. Often the adrenaline kept you from truthfully feeling injuries, and you would get them take care of before the adrenaline wore off just for that purpose.

You were not so lucky this time. After a less than graceful landing while sheild surfing with Wild, and concequently hitting a rock, you were sporting a rather nasty leg wound and a few other surface level injuries to boot. Even worse you were out of potions, currently on the way to a town, but your injuries were too open to wait. Which meant your only option was magic healing, and that was a rather large ‘no’ from you.

As much as you loved Hyrule and his amazing powers, you could not stand the feeling it gave you, you’d rather deal with the burning, scratching pains of your open wounds. But the others wouldnt have it.

“(Name) You’re being ridiculous!” Warriors yelled as you dodged another attempt he made at catching you. Injury or not, you were quicker than they were. As you evaded him, Legend ran up on you. A quick glid in the dirt sent him crashin right into Warriors. You would have laughed if you wrent currently on the run, smacking right into a body, though you rapidly slipped out of their grip and unde their legs before sprinting out the other side. The timbre of the cursing above you let you know that Time was not happy with your games at the moment. Your attempted escape was met with Wild and Hyrule on you tail, Wind and Four on your left, and Time, Legend, and Warriors on your right. The pace of your backing up was that of a prey hoping for a bigger predator to come and get the other 8 predators after it. Wait. Eight? Thats not-

“Gotcha.” And like that you were hoisted into the air, a vice grip placed under your arms. Suddenly everyone else was a tad shorter than they were before. As realization struck, red wasnt quite the color you turned, but it was close enough. You were currently dangling in the air like a child caught before bath time; by Twilight no less. There is no way this was happening. You were practically frozen in place as you tried to process what exaclty was happening right now.

“Nice catch rancher!” Legend appluaded. You wanted whined and thrash the rancher walked you over to Hyrule, but you were at a loss, stil processing your capture. You doubted you had the energy to do so any how after spending what felt like hours running from the others.

You resigned to being set down before the healer, still in Twilight’s grip, and allowing him to work. Letting you racing heart distract you from the nauseating feeling of magic running along your leg, you found you didn’t mind the position so much, as long as the countryman never got a glimpse of your face.

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