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sentientgolfball · 7 months

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Hello! Sorry to do this on anon 😅 I had a fic request!! I’ve been going through a really really rough time recently and all I’ve been needing is a Mountain/GN!Reader/Rain comfort fic with a reader with chronic pain 🥺 I appreciate you reading and, no matter what, thank you for your time!!

aw I am very sorry to hear that :(( I hope this can make you feel just a lil bit better <3

Enjoy some soft Mountain and Rain

My requests are open !

You crack open your eyes and immediately know what kind of day it’s going to be. You can feel the chill of the room on your face. You can hear the rain pouring down outside. You can feel the deep ache of your joints and you haven’t even moved yet. You thought maybe if you just laid in bed a little bit longer then the pain would go away, that you were just sore from sleeping in a weird position. When the pain persists you completely flipped your thinking, maybe you actually needed to get up and stretch. Yea that was definitely it. You sit up and quickly realize that was a mistake. It feels like there are a million tiny shards of glass trying to worm their way into your brain.

You clutch your head and groan, screwing your eyes shut at the pain. You lay back down and bury your head under the pillows. You breathe deeply through your nose waiting for the pain to dull down. While you wait you do the only thing you can. You get upset. At everything. You curse the summer for dying away into autumn. You hate the feeling of the cold seeping deep within your body. You hate the rain for deciding to come now that the warm weather is over. You curse your body for reacting this way. You hate that you can’t enjoy the changing of the season because with every change in temperature comes days like these. Days where it’s too hard for you to move, to think, to just be able to function.

A sharp throb pulses through your whole body and you whine realizing you definitely weren’t going to be able to work today. You blindly reach for your phone, not even bothering to remove your head from the pillows. You look at the screen when you grab it and it hurts. You quickly text the head librarian your situation and throw your phone back on your nightstand not even bothering to wait for a response. The longer you looked at the screen the more sick you felt.

You laid like that for hours. You didn’t have the energy to even attempt to get up and do anything that might help with the ache. There were a couple times you tried to move when the ache seemed to die down, but doing so only made it flare right back up. So you stayed there with your head buried under pillows barely able to think. And then you heard your phone buzz. You ignored it the first time, but then it kept going off. You were starting to get annoyed at the noise. You reached up and grabbed it with the intent to put it on do not disturb. That was until you saw who was blowing up your phone. It was Rain.

Did you stay up too late lol you weren’t here to greet me

Decided to skip work? Can’t blame you it’s nice outside

Are you alive?

…No seriously I’m worried are you ok?

You wanted to reply but just as you tapped on the messages your head exploded in a thumping ache. You cursed and threw your phone day willing to settle just long enough to type a coherent sentence back to the water ghoul. You crack your eyes open when you feel your phone buzz again.

I’m on my way.

You slump back down and groan. You hated making him worry. You hated making any of the Siblings or ghouls worry. You wanted so badly to be able to just push all the pain away and get through your day with a smile. But the logical side of you screamed and begged to let them help you, let them worry and care for you.

That side ended up winning when you heard a soft knock at your door. You mumbled a half hearted ‘come in’ and hissed when the light were turned on.

“Shit sorry.” You heard Rain say before the lights were flicked off once more.

You hear him walk over before the mattress dips with his added weight. You feel his hand start to rub firm but soothing circles into your back.

“Bad day?”

“You have no idea.”

“Have you eaten?”

You shake your head

“Drank?”

You shake your head

“Moved at all?”

You shake your head

He sighs and there's a moment of silence as he pulls out his phone and quickly types something. When he’s done he sits it on the nightstand next to yours before standing. He carefully removes the pillow from your head and peels the blankets off of you. He gently hooks his arms under you and picks you up with ease holding you close to him. He carries you to the bathroom and puts you down on the edge of the tub. He makes sure you're stable enough before pulling away and gently placing a kiss on your forehead.

He quickly lights a few non-scented candles before gathering various soaps and other care products. He begins to fill the tub adding a few cups of bath salts to the water. You can already feel the heat coming off the water as Rain crouches in front of you. He slowly brings his hands to the bottom of your shirt and waits for your permission. You run a hand through his hair and nod. He smiles affectionately at you as he carefully undresses you and then himself.

He dips into the tub first, settling back against the tile before gently pulling you in with him. You sigh heavily, feeling the hot water envelop you as you lean against Rain’s chest. You sit heavily against him putting all your weight on him as he begins to slowly massage your shoulders, working his way down your arms. You feel his tail squeeze around one of your legs and the pressure feels amazing.

After a while of just sitting there, letting the water cradle you as Rain works his hands over every joint, he eventually scoops some water to pour over your hair. He gently runs his claws against your scalp when he’s satisfied before grabbing your favorite shampoo and lathering it into your hair. You hum in gratitude as he works his hands through, being sure to rub some gentle circles against your temples. When he’s finished he once again scoops some water into his hands to rinse the soap out.

As he’s doing this you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“Right on time.” Rain says repositioning you so he can hop out of the bath.

You watch bleary eyed as he wraps a towel around his waist and cracks open the door. He whispers something you can’t make out and nods his head with a slight smile. When he turns around after closing the door he has some clothes. One bundle is lounge wear you’ve seen the water ghoul wear hundreds of times, but the other is a massive sweatshirt and an extra pair of Rain’s sweatpants. Rain sets them down on the counter before walking over to the bath and hoisting you up.

“Mountains waiting for us” he whispers and presses a kiss to your cheek “he brought something special for you.”

You allow Rain to dry you off before you get dressed in the clothes brought for you. Moutain’s sweater and Rain’s sweatpants. When you’re ready he takes your hand and walks with you back to your bedroom. You’re greeted to the sight of Mounatin sitting on your bed smiling softly. There’s a tray on your nightstand with three mugs, steam rolling off of them. You can smell the herbaceous scent from where you stand. You notice there’s an added blanket on your bed and you nearly cry when you realize it’s heated.

You practically slump against the earth ghoul who carefully pulls you against him as he leans back and against the headboard. He pulls the blanket over you as Rain hands you and Mountain your respective mugs. He takes his own before walking around to the other side of the bed to get under the covers. He slides in right next to Mountain who pulls him closer to you two, wrapping a massive arm around his shoulders.

You take a sip of the tea and practically moan at the taste. Mountain chuckles and takes a sip from his own mug.

“Like it? It’s a new blend I’m testing. Rain said it helped him so I thought you’d want some.”

“It’s perfect Mounty.” You hum taking another long drink.

When you finish Mountain takes the empty mug from you and lays off to the side. He holds you close to him letting the pressure of his arms wrap around you. The combination of the tea, the heated blanket, and two ghouls happily purring away make your eyes feel heavy.

“Tired?” Rain says snuggling in closer, giving you a few soft kisses before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You nod, pulling Mountain’s arm tighter around you, resting your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“Go to sleep, wildflower. Rain and I will stay as long as you need us.”

You and mutter an incoherent form of ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes. The two ghouls laugh and twine their tails together, resting them on top of you.

“Sleep well.”

“We’ll be right here whenever you need us.”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #i hope you like it anon <3 #rain x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #rain ghoul #golfball writes

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raccoonfallsharder · 8 months

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i am writing something new

I didn’t mean to

(don’t worry, domestic scenes & blackmail material & window will continue on their current schedules for now)

it has the cheesiest corniest worst title EVER (i’m not spoiling it yet) and i’m stupid-excited. i expect it to be a six-part reader x rocket au, MCU-based. angsty angst + fluff and a happy ending (to smut or not to smut? you let me know). it might be too ambitious of me but i’m hoping to get the first installment out on september 24 as a birthday present from me to you (we’ll have to see about that date - it’s very aspirational)

anyway you know what to expect in terms of general themes but here’s the concept:

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.” Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests. They end up hiding out on a nothing-planet at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy where they meet you after you’ve been scooped, liberated, and made into something of a lowkey local celebrity. We start a year before the Snap.

friends i am super-stoked to write you all into this through reader. like I’ve got IDEAS

find part of the opening installment behind the cut

Cindelia is a beautiful planet. It’s wreathed by low-lying shield volcanoes with steady, quiet ribbons of lava that illuminate the mountainsides at night. The few volcanoes that do erupt violently are predictable - manageable - and have kept the stratosphere so heavy with fine ash that the daytime sky almost always hangs pale lilac and lavender over a gold horizon. As lovely as it is, it makes growing food a finicky business. You wonder why you couldn’t have learned something useful on Terra - studied to become an agriculturist or a volcanologist or something. There isn’t much access to sun because of the ash, which also means that a good portion of the planet is too cold for long growing seasons. Prior to their uprising, Cindelia had been economically healthy due to their mineral exports: volcanic veins rich in nickel, lead, zinc, gold. Bright copper and lightweight aluminum. Diamonds, topaz, moonstone; pink rubies and yellow sapphires and some kind of glassy purple obsidian. Crystals and ores crop up out of the ground like mirrored cornstalks and kaleidoscopic wildflowers. But people can’t eat rocks. Or at least, you haven’t yet met one who does. In this universe - rich with more kinds of lifeforms than you’ve ever imagined - maybe they exist after all. But not on Cindelia. Which is all to say that when the kids start showing up one morning with a wealth of tiny white flowers woven into their braids or garlanding their little shoulders and necks, or tucked into buttonholes and behind ears, you are flummoxed. Like, seriously - what the fuck?

#new fic i guess #can’t stop won’t stop #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon x you #rfh fanfic #rfh drafts

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receival · 21 days

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castlevania, season 1 starters.

the following is a collection of starter sentences from the netflix original, castlevania.

you bang on my front door because you want to daub chicken blood on peasants.

don’t mistake me for a witch. everybody out there already does that.

i believe in science, but … i need to know more.

what have you to trade for my knowledge, (name)?

perhaps i could help you relearn something manners.

i cross the threshold of your home, and you haven’t offered me a drink or even to take my coat.

i want to heal people. i want to learn.

you are definitely different to most humans i have met in recent times.

maybe i can teach you to like people again. or, at least tolerate them. or … stop putting them on sticks.

they won’t be superstitious if they learn how the world really works.

and it had to come to this?

don’t hurt them! they don’t understand!

perhaps i’ll say a prayer for her. a small one.

they don’t know what they’re doing!

be better than them. please!

are you (name)? she talked about you.

it’s not right what happened.

she’ll be dead by now.

ah, there. quite a show.

off to heaven with him, eh?

what have you done?

you are not real.

you took that which i love, so i will take from you everything you have and everything you have ever been.

what do you mean, no?

that woman was the only reason on earth for me to tolerate human life.

there are no innocents! not anymore!

i won’t let you do it.

you had your chance.

kill everything you see. kill them all.

what’s that on your chest?

just one more drink and then i’ll leave, alright?

listen, just forget it. i’ll just go.

this is all your fault.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

i think you know exactly whose fault that is.

i’m leaving, okay? i’m leaving.

confess, and i’ll make it quick.

i used to fight fucking vampires.

would you please leave my testicles alone?

i’m (first name) fucking (last name), and i’ve never lost a fight to man nor fucking beast.

i hope you all bleed out.

no one’s getting in, and no one’s getting out.

i warned you. you can’t say i didn’t warn you.

are you talking back to me?

so, now i’m stupid?

why don’t you go and get that looked at?

look, i don’t like priests at the best of times. i mean, i really, really don’t like priests.

if you leave now, we’ll say no more about it.

last warning. this will get nasty.

seriously? i’m out of practice, but i’m stone - cold sober.

someone will get hurt.

the violence wasn’t necessary. but … it is appreciated.

thank you for your kindness, and i think … your restraint.

please, come inside.

(name), we were worried about you.

i’m a little out of practice.

they’re both still alive.

i’d prefer something to drink.

maybe you can just tell me why you’re here.

but you didn’t answer my question.

you know we can’t turn away from those in need.

dying is not absolute.

you feel no compassion?

there’s always a choice.

don’t be crazy. leave now.

if i go and recover your kids body, will you please leave?

they’re going to come for you soon.

it’s not the dying that frightens me. it’s living without ever having done my best.

i don’t care.

anybody home?

i can hear you.

i’m armed, and a lot less happy than you are … so you want to stay well out of my way.

reflexes like a cat.

god shits in my dinner once again.

did you — did you climb on me?

yeah, yeah. come on. time to go home.

who are you?

your messiah isn’t down there.

what makes you so sure?

i don’t know what’s down there, but it’s not a messiah.

i cannot begin to repay what i owe you.

i could pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer.

i could slip and take your eye out.

i don’t think i’m allowed in churches.

look, if i enter the church and i catch fire or something, it’s your fault.

you could undo everything by your very presence.

my god. you really believe it, don’t you?

by the way, you’re all going to die.

i don’t think we can leave these people, not in their time of need.

these people believe you’re causing their time of need!

you fought your battle and you decided you lost.

if we truly are the sort of people who will kill one another at the behest of a madman’s fantasies, then perhaps it is right and proper that things from hell should rise up and wipe us out.

you should leave now.

i swear it just moved.

so you’re going to die for nothing? for people you don’t know?

dying has never frightened me.

the sun … is already down.

you cannot enter the house of god.

god is not here.

your god’s love is not unconditional. he does not love us, and he does not love you.

this is all your fault, isn’t it?

no wonder he has abandoned you.

i serve no demon and i do no evil.

you never asked.

i didn’t ask you to fight for me. i fight for myself.

oh, for god’s sake.

i didn’t do that.

why are you here?

i fell down a hole.

that’s fact. there’s no ‘belief’ involved.

i’ll call you anything you like if you’re gonna show me your teeth.

say what you mean.

what i think … is i’m going to have to kill you.

i don’t like your tone, (name).

my defenses were not for you.

i asked you a question — do you care.

am i going to have to kill you?

you’ve got nothing but insults, have you?

stone the fuck up.

please. this isn’t a bar fight. have some class.

do you have a god to put a last prayer to, (name)?

i can still rip your throat out.

killing you was the point.

we are all, in the end, slaves to our families wishes.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp ask meme #rp prompts #ask memes #ask prompt #inbox memes #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #roleplay memes

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.” For Lisa evens if you write for her

You laughed at the irony as ‘driving home for Christmas’ played on the radio as you drove up to Scotland to spend the weekend with Lisa’s family. The drive is long, 7 1/2 hours to be specific, but with your girlfriend in the passenger seat it is entertaining to say the least.

When you first starting dating it became obviously very quickly that you were the driver out of the two of you and Lisa took her responsibilities as passenger very seriously. She is is charge of the music which given the time of year mainly consists Christmas songs and it it also her job to make sure you are well fed and highly caffeinated.

“I’ve missed this. We don’t get to spend much time together anymore” Lisa says as she looks out the window in attempt to avoid eye contact.

“I know baby but with the league, extra training sessions and the champions league I haven’t much time off but I will try to be better in the new year” you reach across the centre console for her hand, placing a kiss on the back of it for reassurance.

“It’s not your fault. We knew that things would be harder when I moved, I guess we have to find a new normal” Lisa says.

It had been over a year since Lisa left Arsenal yet you were still struggling with the change. You naively thought nothing would change but with your schedule getting busier and busier having quality time with your girlfriend became a luxury more than a neccessity.

“We will find a way, we always do. Now let’s focus on this weekend. There is no football, no training, no work of any kind. It’s just me and you, well you’ll have to share me with your mum because we both know i’m the favourite.

“Shut up” Lisa playfully slaps away your hand which had found its way to her thigh.

When you pull up to her parents the sun is just beginning to set and you noticed on your drive, the further north you drove the more snow had fallen.

Much to your surprise you are met with the entire Evans clan, something that by the look on your girlfriend face she didn’t expect either. Lisa’s parents welcome you as if you are family which given the amount of time you have been dating isn't too far fetched. After unpacking and getting changed you are called back to the kitchen where a lovely home cooked meal is waiting for you.

Small talk is made at the dining room table, your season at Arsenal and Lisa’s at West Ham are a popular topic given that the Evans’ are a football family. A couple of hours pass and the table has long been cleared yet no one has moved. You had lost count the amount of hours you has spent in the exact spot you are currently sitting over the years.

“Y/N” Lisa niece tugs at your sleeve “Can we go play in the snow?”

You look at the little girl’s parents to see if they are ok with it and you get permission in the form of a nod.

“Let’s go” you excuse yourself from the table.

After tucking the chair in you feel someone else pull your arm. There Lisa sits with a disaproving look on her face whilst she looks you up and down.

“Like what you see”

“No. Go put a coat on, I’m not spending my time here looking after you when you get a cold”

“Y/N runs around in shorts and a t-shirt all the time. She will be fine Auntie Lisa”

You childishly stick your tongue out before heading to the garden.

Lisa watches as you run around the garden getting attacked with snowballs making it clear it is you vs the nieces and nephews who joined you once they finished their dinners.

“They love her” Lisa’s mum tells her as they watch you through the kitchen window.

“There a lot to love” your girlfriend had the definition of heart eyes as she sees you get taken down by the children before you start rolling around in the snow, this been the thing that puts Lisa’s protective insticts in action.

All of the children scatter when they see their aunt coming towards them, her march letting them know you are in trouble and they want no part of it.

“What are you doing?” Lisa stands over you with either leg beside you.

“Making a snow angel. Duh?” You can tell she is mad so you try to lighten to mood “Join me. We can make love snow angels”

“I’m good” Lisa says as she hold her arms out to help you up.

Your girlfriend should have known by the look on your face that you were up to no good and when she sees you look behind her and nod your head she doesn’t have time to to react when the small group of children tackle her the ground. Within a matter of second you are on top of her.

“I wasn’t asking” you quickly kiss her lips.

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #Lisa evans x reader #Scotland wnt x reader

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Three (Part 4)

My face feels very warm and I want to go outside for air. I ask Liam if he will get me a glass of icy water at the bar, and I go down the steps into the back entrance of the pub. My ears are ringing from all the noise inside, but the quiet and the cool air outside is nice. I go around to the side of the building where I know there are picnic benches and I sit on one of them and wait for Liam. My body is still vibrating with adrenaline.

I’m not alone outside, as a couple of the other picnic benches are occupied by people using this area as a beer garden, merrily chatting and drinking from pint glasses from the pub. There is a nice atmosphere and I am peacefully enjoying it until I see something that makes me seize up with anxiety.

It’s the girl with the red hair from that house. She’s not very close to me, but she’s distinctive looking so I know for sure that it’s her. She’s chatting and laughing at a bench with a group of her friends. I haven’t thought about the house in the dunes since I found it almost a week ago. It feels like a dream now, some blurry vision or something from my imagination, but seeing her again makes it all real. I feel a horrible pit in my stomach, remembering guiltily that I stood in a patch of long grass and spied on her for reasons that were beyond explanation.

Moments later I spot him too; the boy who got her the lighter. He’s telling a story I think. I can’t hear what he’s saying, only that his voice is deep, and everyone finds him very funny. I wonder in horror if any of those people had been inside the pub when Liam and I were doing our duet. The thought of that makes me want to vomit. I will the earth to tear open a gaping chasm and swallow me into it, for being gone from this world would be better than the humiliation I would feel if that boy had seen me sing Elton John into a karaoke microphone.

The boy who is sitting next to him turns his head and says something, and I’m hit with a wave of recognition and confusion. Hang on, Is that Shane?

“Here’s your water.” Liam is back. I tear my eyes away from the group of friends and thank him. I am thrown. Are these the friends Shane said he was staying with? I wonder. Did I somehow spy on the one house on this beach where I know somebody who’s staying there? The feeling of the cold glass against my palm seems to ground me though, and I think about how a glass of water has never looked so good in that moment. I take a long refreshing drink from it.

“How are you feeling after that?” Liam wants to know, gesturing towards the pub behind us.

“Yeah, good.” I say, even though I don’t anymore. “It was so fun.”

“My dad does karaoke night twice a week for the whole holiday season, you know, so if you ever feel like doing it again..”

“Yeah I’ll definitely think about it.”

I try to forget about the other table and look at Liam. He’s actually pretty easy to talk to. We chat about music and our favourite films, he tells me that he played football while he was at school, and I talk about the tennis club I go to. I can’t help but glance over at the other table again though. What is it about those people? Why am I so enthralled by them? I want to shake myself out of it. I force myself to look away, turning my back to them all the way and focus all my attention on Liam.

He’s friendly and nice company, and despite myself, eventually I start enjoying spending time with him. As he’s telling me a story about a time he went sailing around Ireland with his dad, I examine his face and decide that he’s very cute. He touches his hair a lot while he talks, and his eyes are so expressive, he seems excited and passionate about the things he’s telling me. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we liked each other.

“Where is your scar from?” I ask him, and I reach out without thinking and touch the little mark above his eyebrow.

“A fight at school.” He says seriously. “I had to wrestle a knife out of this lad’s hand and it knicked my eyebrow.”

“Wait, what?” I say, astonished.

“No, I’m joking. I fell off my bicycle when I was nine. I pulled the front brakes too hard and I flew right over the handlebars. Scraped my face on the curb.”

I gasp “I really believed you for a second about the knife! But still, I’m sorry that you had a bike accident, it sounds really bad.”

“Nobody bothered to send me to the hospital either.” He continues “I didn’t get stitches so that’s why the scar is still so obvious… Sorry Evie, I wish I had a better war story for you.”

“Yeah I would keep telling people the first one instead, it sounds way better.”

“Way more exciting, isn’t it?” He laughs, and then suddenly his face softens and I feel conscious of him watching me. “You’re so pretty.”

I’m stunned. “Huh?”

“Has nobody told you before? I think you’re really really pretty.”

I blush. “Thank you.” It feels very out of the blue to me, but I suppose I’m flattered.

“You don’t have a boyfriend or anything, do you?” Usually I will lie and tell boys that I do, but for some reason this time I decide to be honest and I shake my head no.

He smiles nervously. “Ah.. good. I was just thinking I’d ask.” I can see his hands are trembling slightly and I feel a surge of empathy. He looks down at them. “I was wondering if you’d want to like, go for a walk on the beach with me? Like maybe get away from the crowds here?”

I swallow hard and wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts, understanding what he’s asking. He doesn’t want to walk, he wants to go somewhere quiet so he can kiss me. Habit forces me to open my mouth and ready myself to say no; I’m too scared. Then I think about what Kelly would say if she found out about this and I know that I can’t turn him down. I don’t answer him, but I nod my head, and then he takes my hand and we walk out into the darkness together.

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apocalypticwafflekitten · 2 years

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Sweet Heart-to-Heart

Gabriel x Reader

A/N: I’ve been sucked back into this fandom against my will but oh well. This silly goofy man has my heart in a chokehold once again so here’s something entirely self indulgent and unwarranted

Original Imagine/Summary Thingy: You have a heart-to-heart with the Trickster, and in return, he rediscovers a part of himself in you.

Warnings: just one unexpected, non-consensual kiss. Other than that, there’s some angst and talk of the apocalypse. Reader doesn’t know that the Trickster is really Gabriel. This is set during Changing Channels in season five, so yeah!

Word Count: 3k

It had already been a rough day, a rough week honestly, and the last thing you needed was to enter an old paper mill and suddenly find yourself in the middle of some weird medical drama. You were wearing scrubs, the white coat, tennis shoes and all.

Now y’all knew this was the trickster. At least that was the running theory, so you were expecting something weird but this was…not what you were expecting.

And you certainly weren’t expecting some random guy dressed in scrubs to rush toward you with a bright smile, exclaiming “Doctor!” before holding your face in his hands and kissing you smack on the lips.

You were shocked to say the least, frozen in place for a second before regaining your senses. You take the strange nurse’s arm, spinning him to twist his arm behind him, slamming him into the closest wall.

“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” You demand.

“Doctor! There’s no need to be so violent! It’s me Derek, remember!”

“I don’t know any Derek. Keep your hands off me and your mouth away from me y’hear?”

“But just yesterday, you confessed your love for me!” He insisted, struggling against your hold.

“I haven’t confessed shit and I’ve been here all of two minutes. Now you’ve got ten seconds to get out of my sight before I slap you five ways to Sunday. Got it?”

The strange nurse nodded frantically. The second you let him go he scurried off down the hall, rubbing at his pained wrist.

“We gotta get outta here.” You grumbled, clenching your fists and taking a deep breath.

“No kidding.” Sam agreed.

After a great deal of confusion, countless “seriously”s and Dean damn near fangirling over “Dr. Sexy” the Trickster showed himself, laughing at Dean's frustration.

You didn’t really pay attention to their conversation. You were on the verge of losing it. You almost lost Bobby a few days ago in that damn poker game, you keep hitting dead ends in your research on the apocalypse, and today just…the motel’s water heater was broken so your shower was cold, you had to heckle the police to talk to Mrs. Randolph, and just now that nurse had kissed you out of nowhere. You were frustrated and tired and at the end of your rope.

The Trickster’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “And sorry about that nurse Sugar. That wasn’t in the plan. A mishap on set. He’s been let go.”

But the Trickster’s apology had fallen on frustrated ears, and his words had stung, the nonchalance of them striking so deep that something in you snapped.

He was shocked when you slammed his body against the wall. You damn near took the breath from his lungs you were so fast, and your hold on him was stronger than iron. But what got him the most were your eyes.

Y’know, you’d always been kind to him. Sweet even. You warned him of the Winchester’s ambush at the college; you kept Sam from killing him during the whole Mystery Spot debacle. You’d never been rude or short or bitter towards him. And your eyes, they were always full of compassion and warmth and something sweet in them that drew him to you.

But today, today there was no kindness in your eyes; no warmth or compassion. They were hard and cold as ice - brows furrowed until your eyes were shadowed. You grit your teeth, hissing at him with heaving breaths while staring dead into his wide eyes: “Not. Today.”

You blinked, and suddenly you were alone in an empty room. Well, not just any room. An auditorium - center stage, looking out upon rows of empty seats. It was the auditorium from your old high school.

“Alright Trickster, what do you want? I’ve had a long fucking week and I am not in the mood to play games. What’s the catch this time?” You called up to the roof of the auditorium, throwing venom into the air.

You were surprised when the trickster showed himself. No disguises or anything. Just him with his golden hair and whiskey eyes walking onto the stage from the wings.

“No catch. At least not for you. The bros are in the middle of somethin’, but you don’t have to worry about them. They’ll live.”

You gave him a skeptical look, then softened a bit. Your shoulders slouched and you looked away from him, down to the floor of the stage. It even had all the scuff marks and tape remains from years of use.

“Do you like it?” His voice rang from beside you.

“Huh?” You asked, looking up at him and quirking a brow.

“The stage? Do you like it?”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s--how’d you know about it?” You gave him a confused look and he gave you a small smile.

“I saw it in one of your memories. Thought it might help.”

“Oh so you read minds now too huh?”

He didn’t respond to that, but if you weren’t mistaken, there was a little embarrassed twinge of pink on his cheeks.

You let out a heavy sigh and sat on the edge of the stage, your feet dangling and swinging off the edge, “Did you actually bring me here or is it just a recreation?”

“It’s a recreation.” He answered, coming to sit beside you.

“You did a damn good job. You even got the scratch from the Cello Incident of ‘99.”

“The Cello Incident of ‘99? Sounds like a hell of a story.”

“It is.” There's a small waver to your voice as you look down to your hands, fiddling with a hangnail.

It was quiet for a moment and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the Trickster watching you. He had been looking at the stage around him, wondering which scratch was the infamous one, but his eyes had snapped straight to you when he heard the waver in your voice. It sounded like you were about to cry, and that made some part of him, deep deep down, very pissed. But when he heard a small sniffle and a deep breath, he softened and concern poured through him.

“Are you okay Sugar? I don’t mean to be too nosy, but, just a minute ago, well, I’ve never seen you that angry before and now that you’ve had a moment, you seem…broken, for lack of a better word.”

You huff a laugh, “Yeah, that’s a good word for it. I’ve just…I’ve got a lot of shit going on right now and I-I might—“ you sigh and look out to the empty balcony, trying to regain your composure, “I might have to face a future that absolutely fucking terrifies me.”

“What future is that?” His voice is soft and careful. There’s something brimming under the surface - he swears he can feel it bubbling beneath your skin, but he doesn’t want to push you too hard.

You take another deep breath before looking to him, “One where I lose my brothers.”

He’s quiet for a second, eyes widening before he blinks. “I’ve got no plan on killing them, just so you know. Yeah they’re probably gonna get a little beat up, but they’ll be alright. Nothing will kill them where I’ve put them.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. At least that wasn’t what I was talking about just now.”

“Then what is it?”

You sigh, something you seem to be doing a lot of today, before you begin to explain.

“Listen, angels are real okay? Angels, demons, heaven, hell, it’s all real, and right now, I’m sure you’ve noticed, everything’s going apeshit,” He nodded giving you a concerned look, “Well, that’s because Sam and Dean accidentally set off the apocalypse, and now….God, I don’t even know about now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s these two Archangels, Michael and Lucifer right? The Devil, yeah. So, basically, angels can take humans as vessels - kinda hijack the person's body and use it as their own. In shorthand, it allows them to walk the earth without burning out the eyes of anyone who sees them. And as it turns out, Sam is supposedly this destined vessel for Lucifer, and Dean is the same but for Michael.” The trickster watches you as you speak and something old and long ignored starts to stir in his gut, “And basically, I’m not sure what all happened, but these two angels, they betrayed each other and now they’re gonna fight, taking my brothers as their vessels because for some reason they have to fight each other with vessels and they have to duke it out on earth, and they’re gonna kill each other and it’ll end the world, but the worst part—“

“They’ll kill Sam and Dean in the process.” He finishes for you when you can’t, when there are tears brimming your eyes.

You nod, taking a shuddering breath.

“Y’know, I’ve been traveling with them since I was fourteen. My parents were hunters. They went on jobs with John Winchester all the time so I’ve known the brothers since I was a kid. But there was one job - some vampires - that didn’t work out so well. The nest of vamps they were hunting killed my parents and John just took me in after that. I went to high school with the brothers. Even went to prom with Sam once,” The trickster made a face at that, “I grew up with them from that point on. From motel rooms, to small beginning hunts, all the way to now.” You smiled at the memories despite their bittersweet twinge, and your eyes remained fixed on your hands.

“You’ve been with them a long time. And here I was thinking it was a coincidence you were always around when I ran into the Winchesters.” The Trickster joked, earning a huffed laugh out of you.

“Yeah. And after all this time they’re just as annoying as they’ve always been. They’re just taller and they have deeper voices now. That’s it. Still can’t communicate worth a damn and they shoot before asking any questions.”

“So I’ve noticed. Thanks again for the warning back at the college. And for the Mystery Spot.”

“You don't have to keep thanking me. The huge bag of mini M&Ms and the little ‘thank you’ card got the message across.” You smile at him. There’s still the remnants of glossiness in your eyes, but seeing that smile made the Trickster beam inside.

“So your brothers can’t communicate worth a damn? That must be frustrating.” He says, laughing to himself at the irony of that statement. He knows damn well how frustrating it is.

“Yeah. It’s mostly misunderstandings, and they often refuse to tell eachother what’s really on their mind, whether it’s a concern, or a worry, or something they think, for some reason, they have to keep secret. They hide what they really think and feel from one another and all it does is cause problems.” You grimace, letting go of a breath, “The worst though is when they fight. Like genuinely fight. Like, yelling and arguing and going separate ways. It’s been a constant since right before Sam left for college and it’s become an inevitable truth with those two. If they’re not fighting now, they will be sometime in the future. But as annoying as it is they’re still the closest thing I have to a family so I stick with them and intervene when they’re being stupid.”

“Well, you’ve done a pretty good job of that from what I’ve seen.”

You smiled at his compliment, not missing the sincerity in his tone, “Thanks.”

You’d gone silent again, and the trickster worried that you were getting stuck in your head so he spoke up. “So. The apocalypse huh?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was despondent, hollow and tired.

“What’s your plan? I know you Winchesters don’t go easy. If there’s trouble, you’re gonna fight it.” He asked, thinking about the brothers and where they are now, knowing that exact stubbornness is what landed them in TV Land.

“I don’t know,” your voice began to quiver again. Just mentioning the apocalypse was enough to put a lump in your throat, “I feel so useless in all this, and damnit I’m trying to find some way to stop the apocalypse. Anything at all, but everything leads to a dead end and there's just…nothing,” You take a few heaving breaths, and look up to the ceiling so the tears don’t fall from your eyes, “An-and I keep looking for-for answers in new places and I’m willing to try any solution I find, but we can’t find anything. I-I just—I don’t wanna watch my brothers die and-and I don’t wanna end up alone, but I-I can’t stop it. I can’t help them and I’m just…useless.” You whisper with a lump caught in your throat. You gave up, tears are streaming down your face and you’re trying so, so hard not to sob as you speak. “And, unless I can find some miracle solution, I have to sit back and watch my brothers kill each other because two stupid idiots can’t sit down and work out their issues. Could they come together and talk it out? No! Of course not! It just has to be a celebrity deathmatch. The world has to end. All because two brothers won’t fucking talk to one another!”

He feels like he’s looking at a mirror image of himself. Everything you’re going through, fuck, he’s debating telling you who he really is. He figured you’d be pissed at him if he did, and you’d have every right to be. But he can’t help seeing some of himself in you. He knows what you’re feeling and part of him wants to tell you that you’re not alone, and you won’t ever be as long as he’s around.

He hears a sharp breath and he snaps back into reality, noticing how hard you’re straining yourself to avoid crying.

“Hey, come here,” he offers, opening his arms to wrap them around your shoulders. You immediately fall into him and wrap your arms around him, hiding in the crook of his neck, “It’s okay to cry Sugar. Let it out, it’s okay.”

You tremble in his arms before a violent sob rips from your throat. You squeeze him tight and burrow yourself in his neck, clinging to the only thread of safety you’ve felt in weeks.

“I know, I know, it’s alright. You’re safe here. Let it all out.” He’s gentle with you. One arm holds you against him while the other is gently running through your hair. His voice is soft again as the bubbling ache beneath your skin rears its head and shows itself.

There’s a pit deep in his stomach. Seeing you cry - you, the person whose saved his hide twice now, whose always been kind to him, whose given him a chance when all the Winchesters want to do is stake him, you with the compassionate eyes that see so much more of him than anyone else - seeing you cry makes his blood boil. And knowing his brothers have to do with it makes him want to take his archangel blade and have a heart-to-heart with both of them.

And then there’s the Winchesters. Yeah this was all predetermined. Yeah, Lucifer and Michael were always destined for those two. But Sam and Dean were ultimately the ones who kickstarted all of it. Even if it was an accident, they’re one of the reasons you’re crying right now and god, he hates it. He wants to void any agreement he made with the brothers and leave them in TV Land for the rest of eternity.

But he can’t do that. He knows you’d miss them. Them disappearing would be as bad as them dying, or worse, and there’s no way he could put you through that. He may not be their biggest fan, but they matter to you and there’s not a chance in hell he’d ever want to make you cry.

So he sits there with you on the edge of the stage, holding you and whispering reassurances in your ear while you sob and leave tear stains on his jacket.

He doesn’t mind of course. He’d hold you like this til’ the end of time if you’d let him. He’d be there to dry every tear and chase away any danger. He’d carry you in his arms and protect you from every fear you’ve ever known. All you’d have to do is say the word.

Not that you know that. And not that you will. At least not for now.

But there is something pulling at him, urging him to show you that he cares. There's a part of him that just wants to hold you tight against him and tell you that everything’s gonna be fine no matter how grim the future looks.

So despite what he knows about his brothers and the apocalypse; despite that he doesn’t believe what he's about to say is true, he’s overwhelmed by this need to comfort you. He wants to give you some shining ray of hope even if he doesn’t think there is one. So he leans down to your ear and whispers gingerly, “You’ll find a way to save them. I know you will.”

For a second he debated whether to add on his final thought, a little addendum to what he’d said. But when you squeeze him again, and look up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, it just slips out, “And no matter what happens, I swear that you won’t end up alone. You will never be alone.”

You nod, a glint of hope just starting to shine in your eyes, “Thank you Trickster.”

You sniffle a few times and he poofs up a box of tissues for you. You thank him with a quiet laugh.

“You know, we’ve met so many times, you should probably give me something to call you other than just ‘Trickster.”

He huffed a laugh. Maybe this wasn’t the time for the whole truth to come out, but maybe a little sliver of the truth wouldn’t hurt for the moment. “You can call me Gabe if you like.”

You nod, “Thank you Gabe, for everything.”

“Anything for you Sugar.”

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Check out the prequel I wrote for this story: Sweet Surprises!

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TW// sh & s*icidal thoughts, anxiety, depression

okay idk if it’s just me bc i haven’t seen anyone else really mention it & pls let me know if i should delete this but was anybody else watching s2 and really noticing that darkness edvin was talking about in wille?

first off the anxiety, depression, & dissociation he experiences is heartbreaking. i mean we saw s1 the constant anxiety, coping mechanisms, & the more physical & violent panic attacks (& maybe a form of sh with him hitting his head/pulling his hair) but the display of his anxiety this time is very different (picking his nails instead, the mouth movement thing edvin mentioned) and ofc not being able to breathe (still with the collar & ties) but it’s all even more repressed than s1. i mean it was heartbreaking bc he really doesn’t have anyone to lean on & he knows he needs to use his role as crown prince in a way he never wanted to in order to get what he wants & so he’s trying to keep that facade together, separate himself like erik (supposedly) did, & even w/ going to the school therapist he’s not actually addressed his anxiety much w/ anyone. i mean him actually throwing up this season, the anxiety taking over his body AGAIN, it’s such an intense and draining state to be in and edvin did an incredible job of adapting wille’s anxiety w/ the new situation. additionally, the scenes where he’s so out of it, literally looks just empty and blank…had me a mess. as much as i hate certain scenes, thinking about wille’s mental health & heartbreak i really do understand (it’s like simon asking “why can’t i just fall in love with him (marcus)? - why can’t i get over this? everyone says it’ll get better so i’m just being dramatic right? why does it still feel like this? what if i could feel it with someone else? desperation from both of them to try and feel anything other than what they do after it all, without each other, feel something close to what they had. it’s the whole point - they cant. they only had what they had because it was them and moving on is more miserable bc everyone involved has a different motive, different expectations, and are all using each other to a certain extent. trying to prove something but all they prove is what exists between simon & wille is real, and right, & cannot be recreated or replaced). okay i got way off topic buT -

back to wille’s state of mind what i was getting at was that darkness was truly there & i genuinely kept waiting for him to possibly hurt himself or really allude to suicidal thoughts. (there were a few lines where he did say just like i feel like i’m gonna die (?) i think it was) & with that true hollow look he had in so many scenes i wouldn’t have been surprised if those ideations were brought up. i never thought wille would actually do that or that that’s where the story was heading, but i just mean that i GET what edvin was saying. it’s darkness of anger, revenge, regret, and wille’s entire mental state where he genuinely feels like it’s never going to stop hurting or get better because he’s lost the one person who gave him hope. that scene where he goes to the like fence in front of the lake (?), listening to music, and then felice comes…i mean flashback to wilmon at the lake, how cold the water is then as a joke, a tease about august (?)…but in this scene it seemed like wille had been just standing there for a while before felice came & i really had this feeling of just disassociation & maybe unconsciously him thinking about the temperature of the lake…not like seriously but i hope what i’m trying to say makes sense.

i just think it was brilliant writing and acting to show how bad the position wille is in really was for him & have him finally start to open up in therapy & with felice & simon.

that being said…

where the fUck was my simon breakdown. (i know we saw a BIT in the last episode my poor baby 😭 he looked absolutely devastated & broken but god like !! i wanted more especially after trying to distract himself with marcus & everything uh. i’m glad he had his song but then !! they took it away)

#young royals #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #wilmon #yr s2 spoilers

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Hello, hello, all you holly jolly people! It is the first day of my “12 Days of Prompts” event and we're starting off with something a little scary.

Every Christmas season there are two horror movies that my family and I watch over and over again. The first one as you can call see is “Krampus” and the second you’ll see later on!

Krampus is by far one of my favorite Christmas movies, I know that sounds strange, but it’s the truth. I love the monster designs, how the characters a portrayed, and how it still feels more like a Christmas movie than a horror movie, even during some of the actual horror parts. Plus, I like that it doesn’t try and take itself too seriously.

So if you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend it!

Like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

“It started with the wind, on a cold night, much like this,” - “It's Christmas. Nothing bad is going to happen on Christmas!” - "That's what a family is, baby. People you try to be friends with, even when you don't have a lot in common,” - “You're not thinking of going after that snowplow alone, are you?” “A Shepherd's gotta protect his flock,” - “It's the blizzard, honey, nothing's working right now,” - “They can see dust specks on Mars, but no one noticed a giant blizzard hurtling towards us,” “Well, as soon as the power's back, you can write an angry e-mail to the National Weather Service,” - “I would just be calmer if I knew how we were gonna survive Christmas with 12 people stuck in a house with no hot water, no heat, and no electricity,” - “You know, she and I, we butt heads, but I can't imagine life without her,” Yeah, I know what you mean,” _ “And that night, in the darkness of a howling blizzard… I got my wish,” “Oh, lay off of him! The kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!” - “It's just a scratch,” “Oh, my gosh,” “It looks like something bit you.” “Nope! Probably a bear trap under the snow or something,” “We don't have bears here,” - “Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you could help out me and my family this Christmas,” - “So, where’s the nog? I need to get merry,” - “Come on, kids, I'm gonna teach you how to make peppermint schnapps,” - "A little sugar, a little spice, makes everything nice." - "I haven't been this hungover since the Pope died." - “But Krampus didn't take me that night… He left me, as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten… and the Christmas spirit dies,” - “They too had given up. And eventually, so did I,” - “What’s she saying?” “This… This is all our fault… he’s come for us all... He?” - “And for the first time, I didn't wish for a miracle, I wished for them to go away… a wish I would come to regret,” - “I'm old enough to know when life is coming at me with its pants down,” - "Listen, why don't we just leave? Right? We can all pile in the truck and we'll just see as far as we can get, and we can pick up-” “The truck's gone,” - “And I just wanna say I’m sorry for… thinking you’re such a spineless dick all these years,” - “Poor bastard must have sailed clear through,” “Looks more like the opposite,” “What’d you mean?” “The glass is punched in,” - “Don't suppose you got me a backup generator for Christmas, did you?” “Yeah, it's under the tree next to your ties and underwear,” - “Blah blah blah. Bullshit, bullshit. Ah, here we go, the wishlist!” - “Enough with the sappy crap, let's open up the damn presents,” - “See? Let them out of your sight for one second, and boom, shotgun wedding,” “Can you not, please,” “Well, you ought to know,” - “What did you see up there?” “You don't wanna know, sweetheart,” "Honey, I just got my ass kicked by a bunch of Christmas cookies, so trust me when I tell you I can take it!" - “It's not starting! It's not starting! Why isn't it starting!?”

“I think our best bet is to stay put, board up all the doors and windows, and as soon as the weather breaks, we'll go find her,”

“Hey, asshole! I take back my wish, I take it all back! Give me back my family!” - “I, um-- I just wanna say thanks for, uh, you know, saving my ass back there,” - “Twisted fairytale horseshit!!” - "I've hunted a lot of game in my day, those are hooves. Big ones too. Could be an elk or a goat,” What kind of goat walks on its hind legs? - “How much ammo do you have?” “A couple shells still loaded, maybe a dozen in my pocket. Why?” - “What? “She said we're screwed,” - “They had forgotten the spirit of Christmas, the sacrifice of giving. And my family was no different,” - “And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward, but to punish, not to give, but to take,” - “I tried to help them to believe again, but we were no longer the loving family I remembered,” - “I knew Saint Nicholas was not coming this year. Instead, it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Saint Nicholas. It was Krampus,” - “I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it! I hate Christmas! I hate all of you!” - “Evil Santa? She’ll be yammering about a rabid Easter Bunny come Spring,” - “What are we gonna tell the kids?” “I don't know. The truth?” “Sure, which version of it?” - “Yeah, well, you know-- she always gets a little weird around Christmas,” - “Baby, please don't do this, listen, we can figure something else out,” “This is how I figure things out,” - “You had mom's angel this whole time?” “Yeah, I thought you knew,” “No,” - “It was almost Christmas, but this Christmas was darker, less cheerful. But I still believed in Santa, in magic and miracles, and the hope that we could find joy again,” - “I'm sorry, I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be,” - “Our village had given up on miracles, and on each other,” - “Remember we used to fight over who got to place her?” “Yeah, you fought dirty, I still have the scars,” “Where do you think my girls get it from?” - “I don't like this,” “Whoever did this is a demented son of a bitch,” - “Come on, come on, please,” “I'm trying! I don't even know how to drive a stick! We have a hybrid! - “The snowplow?” “The keys were in the ignition-” “And it was beat to hell!’ “But if it runs, I drive it back here, and then everyone piles in the car and follows while I clear a path in front of us,” “And go where?” “The mall doubles as an emergency shelter, and if it's empty, we'll try the police station,” “And what if they're gone too?” “Then we keep driving till we see lights or people, plowed road, somewhere safe for the kids,” “And then we bring help back here,” - “I think it's panicking, trying to get outside,” “Well, we boarded everything up,” - “What are you doing? We've got four other kids here to protect,” - “It's not what you do, it's what you believe, and what you've given up," - “I think all this might be my fault,” - “What are we gonna do now?” “We keep the fire hot,” - “Oh, hey, there you are! Hey, kiddo. we thought the sugarplum fairies may have gotten you,” - “Everybody, hold on to each other,” - “Be good,” - “Wow, what's this all about?” “It's nothing just… merry Christmas,” “Merry Christmas to you too, baby,”

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 1 year

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ROTTMNT Headcanons: This one is long as shit so buckle up

The boys being able to mind-meld is a genuinely interesting concept

But all I can picture is them fucking with each other

Like can you imagine Donnie doing something really important and Leo drops a sick knock-knock joke

Or the boys trying to sleep and Mikey goes “who wants to go to the grocery store with me?” at like 3 AM

I was also thinking “what would the group’s favorite season be?”

April: fall

She loves cold weather and the colors and flavors of fall

Raph: winter

He also loves cold weather

He handles it the best out of the boys and he adores Christmas

Leo: summer

He loves warm weather, he loves swimming, ice cream, and relaxing in the sun

He hates cold weather (but he does love Christmas and Halloween)

He gets cold so easily and the family scrambles to warm him up cause he goes into brumation easiest

Donnie: fall

One of the first things that April and Donnie bonded over was their love for fall

He also loves the weather and pumpkin-spiced lattes (cause me to bitch)

April Donnie and Leo will take little trips to a cafe in the hidden city order pumpkin-spiced lattes and talk shit

Mikey: spring

He’s the only one in the family without allergies

The twins are allergic to bees

And April and Raph have pollen allergies

So they’re all suffering

Mikey is thriving he loves the colors and the weather

The twins can read each other easily

Donnie has a natural poker face and monotone voice so the group has a really hard time getting a read on him

Leo has spent the past decade training his voice and face to be neutral when he’s upset

There are times when the group pisses him off and they can’t even tell because he’s got his emotions under lock and key

But because the twins are so crazy similar they’re able to tell what the other is feeling

Donnie says it’s as easy as reading a children’s book

And Leo says it’s like looking in a mirror

(They’ve bonded over being the most emotionally constipated bitches in a room (cause same))

I don’t know how this thought process came to be but I was thinking: who sleeps the lightest and heaviest

April: is right in the middle

She won’t wake up if there’s a small noise in the lair but she won’t sleep through an apocalypse either

Raph: is the lightest sleeper

And the loudest snorer

Like no seriously is a miracle that the humans haven’t discovered them because you can hear Raph’s snoring from the surface

But god forbid they walk near his room cause suddenly “IM UP IM UP” is being screamed 15 times

Like a sick twisted alarm clock

Leo: was a deep sleeper before the Kraang

He could sleep through just about everything before the “almost end of the world” as the crew dubbed it

He’s a close second to Raph but when he wakes up he’s alert and quiet whereas Raph is loud and drowsy

Donnie: can sleep through just about anything

He’s used to very loud sudden noises

But if you touch him while he’s sleeping he’ll spring up like a Jack in the box

Mikey: could sleep through an apocalypse

You can shake him, scream in his ear, rock the subway car he’s sleeping in, change his normal lights with strobe lights

Nothing will wake this kid up before he’s ready

This a trait he’s had since he was a tot and on more than one occasion Splinter thought he was dead

I was also thinking who texts and who calls?

April: is the perfect mix between texting and calling

She’ll text when she needs to and calls when she needs to

No one ignored her texts or calls cause most of the time it’s important information

(and then sometimes she’ll call just to piss them off)

Raph: exclusively calls

The group could text him “hey” and he will call them immediately

It’s the most infuriating thing in the whole wide world

Cause most of the time, all he says is “hey” and asks how they are and it results in a 30-second phone call

It pisses off the twins

Leo: only texts unless it’s crucial then he’ll call

He hates phone calls with a burning passion

And he’s one of those people who will respond to texts immediately

When he calls his siblings they answer immediately cause they know it’s life or death

Donnie: never calls

He’ll answer phone calls if he thinks they’re important

And he answers texts pretty fast

Unless he’s working then they’ll get a text back in 2-5 business days

Mikey: mostly texts but will call his siblings for no goddamn reason

He’ll call them to ask shit like “what kind of cereal do you think I am?” or “if someone held you at gunpoint and said ‘tap dance or die’ would you live?”

Which is why Donnie stopped answering his calls years ago

I have a gut feeling that Leo was a Greek Mythology nerd (cause I’m a Greek Mythology nerd)

And he came up with nicknames for his siblings

April is Arachne

Raph is Atlas

Donnie is Daedalus

And Mikey is Achilles

Donnie used to ask why Leo didn’t have one for himself

And Leo gave him the answer Prometheus “cause I’m a god amongst mortals” was he reasoning

And when he tried to point out that Achilles, Altas, and Arachne arent mortal Leo told him to shut up

It wasn’t until the twins turned 18 that Donnie accidentally found out his real nickname

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Obbligato: Ship of Fools - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Tatsumi, Jun, HiMERU

Proofreading: 310mc + Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & Peace

Jun: Changing your name and living as someone else is just an escape, isn't it? You'd just be running away, y’know!

Time: The present.

Location: Outside Reimei Academy's gates, several days after the introductory meeting on COMP at CosPro's office.

Tatsumi: ... Hm. Did I really say something like that?

Jun: You did~! Tatsumi-senpai, you didn't forget, didja!?

Don't scare me like that! You really saved me with your words... with your general attitude, really!

Jun: I mean, that was the first time anyone actually treated me like a human being after I enrolled at Reimei... It left such an impression that since then your existence has always been a huge emotional support for me..

Tatsumi: Haha, I'm only joking. The goings-on of Reimei have always ruminated in my mind, so of course I remember our first conversation together.

Though I'm rather embarrassed to have sounded so above it all.

Jun: Well, you actually are that great in reality, so there's nothin' wrong with that! Both as a regular senior and as the Revolutionary of Reimei!

Tatsumi: Revolutionary, you say...? Though in the end, a catastrophic failure of that nature would be more fittingly called an act of terrorism, not revolution.

Jun: Aw, don't be so modest! You didn't fail at all, yeah? You just got seriously injured along the way, and had to drop out, but...

In the end, your actions were able to transform Reimei Academy.

Tatsumi: All in all, though, I was not the one who accomplished that in the end. The one who deserves to have such an achievement attributed to him would be the one who relieved me after I left: Ibara-san.

Jun: Not at all, he just swooped in and reaped the rewards for himself!

In fact, the reason he can look all proud of himself today is 'cause you helped him lay all that groundwork for the revolution, right?

If it weren't for you, Kazehaya-senpai, nothing would have started in the first place~♪

Tatsumi: You're speaking far too highly of me, don't you think...? Ah, how embarrassing.

HiMERU: —Sazanami. If you praise someone from another agency so much, then you'll be criticized for doing something which only benefits a rivaling idol.[1]

Jun: Couldja not overcomplicate things? For that matter, you're the one who can't say shit about that — I mean, you just overhauled your whole image outta the blue one day, yeah?[2]

Er, I gotta call you HiMERU now, right?

HiMERU: —As you have been told many times before, yes. HiMERU's "embarrassing past" has been buried along with his real name.

—Curiously, though, it’s intriguing that you never took on a stage name like HiMERU did, despite the unnecessary hardships you faced thanks to your father’s name.

Jun: Ahh... I never thought 'bout that, actually~ Guess you could say I'm just stubborn or something.

Even if I change my name, I'm still gonna be the same person. And the internet is massively popular these days, so it’s impossible to hide your real identity forever.

After all, my name's been part of me for my whole life. I'm never gonna be able to escape it. That's why I'm working hard at it to make it really shine instead.

Changing your name and living as someone else is just an escape, isn't it? You'd just be running away, y’know!

HiMERU: —Your words hit the nail on the head. Would HiMERU saying something like that satisfy you?

Jun: ...I see you're annoying as always. And we haven't even talked properly like this in a while, since you've been outright avoiding me for ages.

That annoying side of you sure hasn't changed since the day we met.

HiMERU: —Is that so? What an honor.

Jun: ...? In any case, I got all caught up and carried away in nostalgia — but it's cold out here, so how 'bout we head inside?

HiMERU: HiMERU has been saying that for a while now, no? And yet, you two kept talking on and on—

Jun: Well, you coulda just ditched us and gone in first.

HiMERU: —HiMERU was called out of the blue, so it isn't as if he knows very well what he's getting into. Tatsumi must be the same.

Tatsumi: Yes, that's the situation. I was only told that we were going to film a performance at Reimei Academy as part of the COMP project.

HiMERU: That's right. However, there is certainly no way we would ever film something like that without prior rehearsals, so HiMERU assumes that there will be a meeting preceding it.

You were supposed to be our guide, weren't you Sazanami?

Jun: Yep, that's right. Sorry, the moment I saw Kazehaya-senpai here at Reimei, all my memories just flooded out with a whoosh ♪

Tatsumi: Haha. Jun-san reminded me of an adorable little puppy, with how eagerly he ran up to me and started reminiscing...

HiMERU: —More like an annoying little puppy.

Jun: Aha, you didn't miss a beat. I see you two are as close as ever~

HiMERU: — You have such a warped view of us. How fascinating.

Jun: Nah, back when you were both at Reimei, you were practically attached at the hip, yeah?

HiMERU: —Hmph. HiMERU was simply one of the many "believers" of Tatsumi's words.

HiMERU: —And naturally, Tatsumi loved all of his believers equally, without favoritism.

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These lines were changed in a story update. The original line was "No matter how much you praise Tatsumi, you'll remain the same in his eyes. It's a waste of energy to openly admire him so much."

Original line: "Whaddya mean, likeability? For that matter, you're the one who can't say shit about that — I mean, you just overhauled your whole image outta the blue one day, yeah?"

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twilightmalachite · 5 months

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2×2 - Grown-Up Situation 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Whaaa? Aniki, Anzu-san confessed her love to you?!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Staff Dining Hall

An hour later, at the ES Building’s staff dining hall…

Yuuta: Whaaa? Aniki, Anzu-san confessed her love to you?!

Hinata: Shhh, you’re too loud! You’re an idol too, Yuuta-kun, don’t talk about things that could lead to a scandal so loudly!

Yuuta: But, I just… I didn’t see that coming at all, I was so surprised I couldn’t help but exclaim it.

I had no idea… Really, the straight-laced Anzu-san and Aniki of all people?

S-Since when have you and Anzu-san been like that? I’m your family, so I have the right to know, you know!?

Hinata: I’m saying, you’re misunderstanding… Either way, it’s not some romcom like you’re imagining, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: B-But, didn’t Anzu-san tell you that she liked you?

Maybe that alone may sound like it is, but it really doesn’t sound all that sexy.

Hinata: Well, at Chocolat Fes the other day, I believe… I received some chocolate from Anzu-san—

Yuuta: I knew it! It’s like that! Chocolat Fes is for Valentine’s Day, and if you receive chocolate from a girl then, that means—

Hinata: I told you, it’s different… You see, I never really told you, Yuuta-kun, but ever since last year’s Repayment Festival, I’ve been feeling kinda awkward around Anzu-san.

Yuuta: Ah, now that I think about it, you do act a bit reserved around her.

Even though back when we first met her, you were attached to her all innocently like I was.

Hinata: Yeah. But y’know, you may not want to think about it either, Yuuta-kun, but around the time of last year’s Repayment Fes, we were pretty unstable, weren’t we?

Yuuta: Ah~, yeah… Right. There was Setsubun Festival and all.

Hinata: At about the time of the Repayment Fes, we were in high spirits, saying things like we had become “the strongest individual”! That if it’s the two of us, we can’t lose to anyone!, but…

I was also definitely anxious about a lot of things, so the stress that had built up exploded all at the worst possible time.

I said some pretty terrible things to Anzu-san during the Repayment Fes. Thinking back on it, it was something like an outburst of anger.

Anzu-san’s an earnest person, so it seems she’s been worrying about it seriously for a long time now.

And it wasn’t completely joking on my part either, but a pretty rare occasion where I felt like I revealed my true feelings…

So I can’t just brush it off now by saying that “it was all just a joke~☆” or something.

So things have managed to continue to stay awkward as it is. I haven’t been able to resolve this conflict for a long time ‘til this day.

As for Anzu-san, I feel she’s often cold towards the idols she's in charge of—But I think she just wants to avoid getting into a strange atmosphere with them.

The other day at Chocolat Fes, she told me she wanted to talk to me again as she handed me a piece of chocolate.

What Anzu-san told me there on the spot… Was that while I may not like it, or may not be able to be convinced. but that she really liked me.

That’s why she didn’t want to keep that strange distance between us.

Yuuta: Hyaah, so passionate~… It really is a confession of love!

Hinata: That might be what it sounds like, but it’s not like that. It’s not a “like” in the sense of going out or getting married or anything like that.

I feel she was just telling me I was important as an idol she’s in charge of, as a producer.

She probably says the same thing to other idols.

But that’s also exactly what I find to be so annoying—

Yuuta: … …

Hinata: Ah, umm, that’s all. Really, it’s nothing.

I’d also been feeling kinda bad about my outburst at the Repayment Fes, so I felt glad that Anzu-san was trying to reach out to me—

I replied back that I didn’t hate Anzu-san either, I wasn’t keeping distance because I didn’t like her, I was just feeling awkward.

Yuuta: Y-You didn’t tell her that you liked her? Even though Anzu-san told you that she liked you?

Hinata: If someone says that they like you, do you feel like you have to answer that you like them back? Or if not, that you hate them? Is it only 0 or 100, I wonder—

I’m not even sure what that feels like, to be honest.

Of course, I like like love love Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: Nobody asked that. I don’t need to ask to know that.

But, from what I’m hearing, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything going on with Anzu-san.

If anything, it feels like you were able to mend your strained relationship even if just a little.

So how come the Vice Prez, who never inquires about others' private matters, go through the lengths to ask us directly about our relationship with Anzu-san?

Hinata: That’s the mystery, isn’t it~… Apparently, Anzu-san directly approached the Vice Prez looking unusually desperate.

Yuuta: Right. The Vice Prez said that she told him she had something to say to 2wink, in a terribly fierce tone.

Maybe Anzu-san’s gotten angry with you because of your halfhearted attitude after all, Aniki.

That’s why you have to give her a hug and a kiss and respond with “I love you too, Anzu, mwah!”

Hinata: I told you, it’s not that sort of relationship.

…Maybe back when we had first met, I would have been able to do something like that jokingly.

But now, I don’t feel like joking around like that.

Yuuta: Ah, seems like things are pretty serious? Huuhh…

These things are pretty rare for you, huh, Aniki? Surprisingly.

It used to usually only be me who was serious about things, and you’d always just watch me and laugh.

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Marauderstober

Oct 25 - Pandora & Regulus - Pumpkin Spice Latte

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Regulus was waiting for Pandora to come over. She claimed that she was taking him somewhere and was going to change his life. He was sceptical, as always, but sometimes Pandora did manage to surprise him with her little adventures. The last time she claimed that she was going to change his life, she brought him to the lake. He was hesitant since he never learned how to swim. His parents didn’t think it was a necessary skill. Pandora thought otherwise and taught him how to. James was ecstatic when he found out and declared that they needed a lake day at least once a week in the summer.

But seeing as it was October, Regulus doubted that she was going to bring him to any sort of body of water. He really didn’t want to deal with freezing cold waters to appease whatever she had her mind set on today. Regulus was in the kitchen putting the dishes away when the knock came on the door and Pandora’s voice flittered down the hallway. The knock was clearly just a courtesy.

“Reggie?”

“In the kitchen,” Regulus called back and Pandora appeared in the doorway a few moments later.

“Are you ready to go?” Pandora asked with that mischievous smile of hers and Regulus sighed.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“That would just ruin the surprise, you know that,” she said as she patted his arm gently.

“Still didn’t hurt to ask. You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Uh-huh, sure you don’t. You can’t fool me, Reggie.”

He really didn’t like surprises or more it depended on who the surprises were from. Pandora’s surprises he could deal with with very little complaining. Barty on the other hand, he would need full details and the thought process behind the ‘surprise’ that he was dragging Regulus to. He genuinely enjoyed James’ surprises too but not his brother’s. It all depended on who it was, not that he was going to tell anybody that. Regulus preferred that everyone thought that he hated them.

Regulus stared at her for another minute before giving in.

“Fine, don’t tell me. Can I at least finish putting these away?” Regulus asked as he gestured towards the dishes still in the dishwasher.

“I suppose that would be alright. Do you need any help?”

“No, I got it. I’m almost done anyway.”

Regulus finished putting the dishes away while Pandora sat at the island and messed around on her phone for a minute. If he had to guess, she was looking up directions for whatever it was that she had in mind for their afternoon.

“How long is this little adventure going to take?” Regulus asked as he put the last of the mugs away in the cabinet.

“It shouldn’t take too long,” Pandora replied absentmindedly.

Regulus grabbed his jacket and slipped on his boots before gesturing for Pandora to walk ahead of him so he could shut the door. He went to his car only for Pandora to walk right past it, so he shrugged and followed her. He didn’t mind a little walk as long as it wasn’t too chilly outside. They walked for about ten minutes but it felt like three since they were chatting about nothing of importance but it did distract him from the wind that had picked up as they walked. It took Regulus a few seconds to realise that Pandora had stopped in front of a coffee shop.

“You know that I could have made us coffee at my house,” Regulus said as he looked at Pandora. She wasn’t walking in, more just standing and staring at the sign.

Regulus dragged his attention away from Pandora to see what had captured her attention so thoroughly. Come and try our new Pumpkin Spice Latte! It will change your life! Bold claims from a sign, Regulus thought.

“Did you seriously drag me to a coffee shop to try a seasonal drink that every coffee shop in town sells?”

“Not just to try the drink,” Pandora said absentmindedly. “I wanted to get you out of the house too.”

“I left the house the other day,” Regulus declared, offended.

“Taking out the rubbish is not what I meant. You haven’t gone anywhere all week. I’ve seen James out and about but not you.”

“I’ve been busy.” Pandora glared at him for a second. “It still hasn’t been that long,” Regulus said like a petulant child.

“When was the last time you went out?”

“Friday?” Regulus said but it came out as a question.

“It’s Thursday. You haven’t left your house in a week.” Regulus pulled out his phone to check the date and it was indeed Thursday. Where the hell did the week go?

“Fine, so I haven’t been out in a while. Sue me.”

“Come on,” Pandora replied as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the coffee shop.

It was cosy and warm. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to enjoy some coffee with Pandora. He didn’t know about this Pumpkin Spice Latte though. He much preferred his black coffee or espresso. Regulus wasn’t really into the sweet drinks all that much. Not that he could convince Pandora of that.

They walked up to the counter and ordered two Pumpkin Spice Lattes and a breakfast sandwich before finding a table in the corner away from everyone else. Just because he could tolerate Pandora dragging him around didn’t mean that he wanted to deal with other people.

“What do you think?” Pandora asked after she took a sip of her latte.

“I haven’t actually taken a sip yet, Panda.”

Pandora sat there quietly and stared at Regulus until he took a sip of his Pumpkin Spice Latte. It was sweet, just like he expected but he didn’t expect the different warm spices. Granted, Regulus never bothered to look up what was actually in a Pumpkin Spice Latte. He just knew it was a seasonal drink and was known to be a drink for white girls. Was it going to be his new favourite drink? No. Could he finish this one? Probably, he only got a small one in case he didn’t like it and he doesn’t like to waste things.

“It’s alright, I guess,” Regulus said after a few minutes.

“You want your black coffee, don’t you?”

“Kind of, yeah.” Regulus shrugged.

“You’re no fun sometimes,” Pandora huffed before taking another sip of her drink.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I still love you.”

“Love you too, Panda.”

They spent the next hour in the coffee shop. Regulus got his black coffee and they chatted about what he’s been writing for his book and when he was going to let Pandora read it. He wasn’t ready for anybody to read it yet and he told her as much but what he didn’t tell her is that he promised James that he could read it first, when Regulus was ready that is. After they finished their coffees and sandwiches, they walked the ten minutes back to Regulus’ house and put on a movie to watch until James came home from work.

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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 1 year

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Advent ( @squealing-santa )

Panda’s Notes: Was wracking my brain on what to write this year, until I saw an ad. >w< Enjoy this chaos. Happy After Christmas to @vallee-ace and all of you who joined Squealing Santa this year. Remember to give all your love to @hypahticklish for hosting and get ready to see what happens in the new year.

There was no such thing as tradition in the bunker. Then again, it was the first holiday season they’d all spent together here.

Thanksgiving—Friendsgiving—Whatever they’d decided to call it. It went off without a hitch. Nothing day-ruining, at least. A sprinkle-and-icing war or two during dessert-crafting makes for good photos.

Black Friday would be easier for everyone if they had two separate angels that can just zap them in and out of stores. Hell, one of them is even capable of not ruining surprises “for the lols”. Asshole.

Speak of the angel, Sam nearly flinched out of his chair when an ornate wooden, um—cone? Christmas tree. It was kind of a Christmas tree shape—was thumped loudly on the table in front of him.

“Happy Crimbas, Samwich.” Gabriel sneered, hands on his hips like he’d solved the energy crisis.

Sam stared at him for a moment, before looking at the tree. “It is November 28th…” He said slowly, his face stuck between amused and baffled. “We haven’t even gotten our tree up yet. We haven’t even talked about getting one for here.”

“Well, don’t talk about it, because we’re going to. It’s gonna be a big one that fills up that little space near the spiral staircase.” Gabriel tapped Sam lightly on the head with the edge of his hand. “But that’s not important right now. This is for you! Take a look already!”

Sam almost became wary when he said that. The tree did look pretty nice. He’d call it expertly carved; every detail painted intimately; the little ornament shapes and any corners sanded perfectly round and smooth. He would say all that, if it wasn’t for the fact that Gabriel could just conjure any item he could picture in his mind. Still, he couldn’t complain.

It’s the thought that counts. Literally, it seems.

“Have you seriously not noticed?” Gabriel griped, reaching to prod him again.

“Noticed…?” Sam murmured, having reached to nudge one of the ornaments. His eyes widened a bit when he found a tiny ‘9’ etched into it, and when he pulled a bit, a small compartment pulled away from the tree. Gabriel quickly bat his hand away, closing the little door before Sam could see what was inside.

“Is this thing an advent calendar?” Sam thumbed a dog ear into his book before setting it aside to try and examine the tree from other angles.

“Oh, wow, maybe you are the smart one.” The angel taunted, moving to lean on his shoulder.

“I’ll admit it; that’s pretty cool.” He fiddled around the tree looking for numbers, even though Gabriel was strictly keeping him from pulling when he found them. “How do you think of this stuff?”

“Unlike some people, I spend my time thinking about how to enjoy life.” He smirked playfully. “Now then, as you were so polite to remind me: it’s not December yet!” Gabriel tapped the side of the tree with one hand, and it blinked out of existence. “Sneak peek’s over, I’m afraid. Hope you’ll be ready when the surprise hits.”

Gabriel was gone before Sam could ask any more, and Sam chuckled softly and crossed his arms. Well, now he wasn’t interested in reading anymore. Point Angel.

--Day 1--

Sam’s brain practically rattled with the sound of jingle bells way too close to his ear. They were shaken gently—how merciful—but it was still too damn early. He flailed his hand toward the source of the noise, and he received a handful of cold metal, the little openings on the bells nibbling his palm. He opened his eyes groggily, and Gabriel was lying beside him with a Santa hat on with the ugliest Christmas themed pajamas.

“Morning, beanstalk.” He hummed, poking Sam’s nose before getting up.

As his eyes adjusted to being awake, Sam found his room absolutely decked out in decoration. Lights were strung around the ceiling and bedframe along with tinsel and ornaments, and small Christmas rugs were tossed around the empty spaces on the floor.

“I take it today is the first?” He grumbled, yawning as he palmed around for his phone.

“It is! Aren’t you hunter-types supposed to be more aware of things like that?”

Sam rolled his eyes, and Gabriel snapped his fingers. A tray appeared suddenly on the bed, only instead of a lovely breakfast in bed, Sam was presented with the familiar wooden tree on a plate. A cracked plate, because apparently this thing was heavier than it looked. Sam took the tree and turned it in his hands, a fond smile on his face as Gabriel crowded against his side to watch.

The number ‘1’ was etched beside a divot in the base, barely visible with the way it was painted. Sam just barely hooked his fingernail in enough to pull a tiny door, and a piece of paper stuck out of the compartment. It was about the size of a fortune cookie slip, with Christmas greens and reds along the borders and fancy writing that simply said:

“Merry?” Sam read out curiously, flipping the paper over. Yep, that’s all there was.

“Merry, indeed.” Gabriel nodded, and the grin on his face was suddenly devious.

In another snap, the tray and tree were gone, and Gabriel’s hands were on his ribs. They'd barely touched down before they were already scribbling fingers across his shirt.

Now, Sam was more than used to being rudely attacked by off-brand tickle monsters, but today, Gabriel wasn’t going full jumpscare. His hands were gentle, nails just barely grazing as his fingers ran wild. It was shocking more than anything, honestly, and Sam forced himself to believe that the shock overwrote the embarrassment that was coming from the childish, bubbling giggles that were shaking his frame. His legs tangled in the blankets as he kicked and squirmed. Gabriel got onto his knees to chase his torso across the bed, but he didn’t try to pin him down or even drag him back.

“And, stop!” The angel said playfully, grabbing Sam by the arm just as he had wiggled himself to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t watch where you’re wriggling, Winchester.” He pat Sam’s back lightly before pulling away from him with a grin.

Sam managed to catch his breath in less than half a minute, watching Gabriel sit up and stretch. That was it?

“Oh?” Gabriel sneered as he turned around.

Shit. Something, something, loose lips and all.

“Someone’s greedy all of a sudden.” The angel leaned into the hunter’s face as he sat up warily, but he only tapped him on the nose with one finger before hopping out of the bed. “But, alas, I’m a man of my word. Ta-ta for now, big boy~”

Sam hardly realized he was staring until the door clicked shut.

He already wasn’t sure he was going to make it to Christmas.

--Day 2--

Their little family was clearing the kitchen after breakfast. Cas was washing the dishes while Sam was hogging the last of the coffee.

“Rough night?” Cas asked, just a bit concerned.

“Nope.” Sam said shortly, putting the pot down and stepping quickly away from the machine while slightly hiding his mug in his hands.

Almost on cue, Dean came shambling into the kitchen; he leaned into Cas’s shoulder, not really kissing, just being there for a moment.

“I saved you some food.” Cas chuckled, shivering at Dean huffed against his neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Don’t worry about it… Just need some coffee.” He grumbled, patting Cas’s stomach before pulling away.

Cas chuckled softly and nodded in understanding.

And then he actually understood.

Sam was already not-hiding in one of the libraries when he barely heard Dean cursing his name, and he snickered to himself as he finished his coffee while refreshing himself on his Latin.

“Wow, I think you might deserve this one today.”

Sam looked over his shoulder when he heard Gabriel’s voice, but when he turned around, that Christmas tree was on the table in front of him. He flinched when hands rested on his shoulders, but he smiled and picked up the wooden tree.

The number ‘2’ was on an ornament, and pulling it dragged a little pin out of the tree. Almost immediately, the little paper wrapped around it unraveled, and Sam managed to pry it away and read it.

“War.” He’d almost stammered as he said it. He looked up at Gabriel, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Gabriel just snickered, and the tree and paper vanished in favor of the single coolest weapon Sam had laid eyes on in a while: A plastic pump-action gun nearly the length of his arm with a belt of bright green darts feeding through it and a red water bottle giving it a satisfying weight. There were little LEDs in round cases dotting the case, and—this thing was just decorated like another Christmas tree.

“You like it~” Gabriel teased. It wasn’t a question, and Sam wouldn’t deny it.

“But, why exactly is today labeled—” It was a stupid question, and Sam was lucky he didn’t get to finish it.

“Charlie!” Kevin was laughing, and footsteps rushed loudly past the door. Sam recognized the sound of whistlers, and he took a few steps toward the loud clacking noises of darts hitting the walls.

“Get back here and face your death, you coward!” She shouted back without skipping a beat.

They had already passed when Sam peeked out into the hall, and he found himself looking back and forth as he plucked a handful of the darts off the floor and fit them into the holster that he definitely wasn’t wearing thirty seconds ago.

“Yeah, those aren’t going to fit in your pocket while you’re running, big guy.” Gabriel said playfully, slipping past Sam while dropping a pair of plastic goggles over his head. He fixed his own pair over his eyes, flaunting his hand before another dart gun appeared in it. “By the way, I told Deano where you were. He’s gonna be looking for this too.”

He snapped his fingers, and a bright green and red bandana tied itself tight around his wrist.

“They all are, actually.” He winked, and suddenly, he was gone.

“Game on, nerds!!” The whole bunker echoed with Gabriel’s voice, and the lights went out.

Sam shivered, and he found himself smiling in the blinking lights on the gun.

And then, some-fucking-how the bandana started playing music. Loudly. Of course.

“Sammy!”

Sam sprinted in the other direction.

--Day 6--

Sam’s face was buried in his arms at the dining table, and he flinched as nails dragged gently down his back.

“Is somebody feeling sick today?” Gabriel cooed close to his ear, pecking his temple before patting his back.

Sam glared at him. The past three days’ tags had been “Candy”, “Chocolate”, and “Alcohol”. All in a row.

“You know what you did.”

“I am not apologizing for Christmas.” He teased. He snapped his fingers, and Sam huffed as he heard a thump. He blinked as he turned his head.

“Is this thing getting bigger?” He asked warily.

“If it lasts more than four hours, I’ll be concerned.” Gabriel hummed without missing a beat, and he sneered as Sam glared at him again.

Sam nudged the top of the tree with one hand, trying to tip it a bit. Yeah, it was definitely heavier than he remembered. Gabriel leaned on his shoulder, looking down at him.

“Are you going to stare at it the whole time, or are you just waiting for me to make another joke?” He taunted.

Sam huffed and scanned the tree. It kind of felt different too, actually… The edges of the wood sort of flicked under his fingers as if he were brushing over paper.

He found the number ‘6’ on the green part of the tree, and he found it easier to fit his thumb into an edge that revealed a sort of hatch. A rolled piece of paper popped up, and Sam took it just before the tree disappeared. Gabriel pushed himself away as Sam unfurled the slip.

“Tinsel.” Sam chuckled for a moment.

And then there was a garrote around his neck. It was tinsel, obviously. But there was at least a percent of a second where Sam was going to have a heart attack.

“I’m not even pulling on it!” Gabriel laughed, leaning into his back and fluffing the tinsel against the sides of his neck.

“Y-You can’t just scare—” He’d tried to argue, only to nearly bite his tongue when the plastic frills dusted his ears. “Gabriel!”

Gabriel snickered, pressing a kiss behind Sam’s ear as he laughed and grabbed halfheartedly at his new boa. “Aw, c’mon, Sammy, you can fight harder than that!”

“You’re such a prick—!” His voice was caught up in louder laughter as his feet kicked slightly under the table.

--Day 10--

“Son of a—” Dean snarled, pacing near the stairs while glaring at his phone.

“You alright?” Sam asked casually, rummaging through the box of extension cords before looking over the railing.

“The goddamn hardware store cancelled the Christmas tree we ordered.

“Again?!” Charlie griped from under the stairs. “How many stores is that now?”

“Too damn many…” Dean flicked through his phone and growled again. “Everyone’s starting to run out now. Kevin, have you got anything?”

Kevin looked up from some lights he was untangling. “I’ve been trying to ask my mom since Thanksgiving. Every time I ask, something bugs out.”

Dean gripped the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Forget it for now. I’ll try Garth again once all this stuff is up.”

Sam descended the stairs enough to give his brother a reassuring shoulder punch. “Don’t stress out too much, alright? Garth has a way of coming through in the clutch. And if anything does happen, we can ask one of our resident troublemakers.”

“Your troublemaker, maybe.” Dean scoffed, smiling a bit. “If I mention it to Cas, he suddenly has somewhere to be.”

Sam paused for a moment. But he snickered with his brother about how skittish his angel suddenly was before excusing himself to the bathroom.

He actually ended up in his bedroom, which was still decorated with the stuff Gabriel put up on the first. There was also a suspiciously familiar wooden Christmas tree in the corner that came up to his knee.

“Looking for something, Samsquatch?” Gabriel was lounging on Sam’s bed with a Christmas catalogue.

“I might be.” Sam chuckled. He walked over and nudged the book in Gabriel’s hand. “Come on, lay it on me already.”

The angel grinned, resting the book against his chin with a coy gaze. He snapped his fingers though, and the tree was practically on top of his foot. “Well, if you’re gonna be impatient.”

Sam gave him a suspicious glance before kneeling to examine the tree. He had to admit it was a bit easier to look around the thing now that he could see the numbers properly.

The number ‘10’ was on another ornament, and the piece of paper came away easily when the pin was pulled.

“Angel.” The word was barely out of his mouth when he felt the air shift, and before he could move, six brightly feathered wings wrapped themselves around him and yanked him backwards.

The others didn’t even have the decency to send a search party when he started cackling.

--Day 14--

The hunter family returned to the bunker in kind of a storm. Doors were slammed, everyone was separated, and the whole building was silent. Castiel had said a witch was to blame. Some kind of truth curse. Things were said; secrets revealed. The brothers, especially, were hurt the most.

“Hey, Sam.” Gabriel tested his normal tone, but he knew better than to yell.

“Leave me alone, Gabriel. Not in the mood.”

Gabriel hummed, stepping closer to the bed and sinking down beside him. “Listen, um…Today—”

“Look, I know you want to do your present thing before midnight. I’m not up for any dumb games, alright?!”

“I know…” He hesitated to touch him, but he rested a hand on his shoulder. “That’s why I changed today.”

He snapped his fingers—quietly, somehow—and instead of the tree, Sam only felt a card slipping between his fingers. He growled to himself, but it was already here, so…

“Cuddle…?” Sam glanced over at the angel, and Gabriel shrunk just a bit.

“I, um… It’s up to you, obviously. If you really want to be left alone, I’ll go help with dinner. But, y’know… I’m here. Free hugs and all.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, and he eventually curled up and sighed, reaching to take Gabriel’s hand. “Stay with me?”

Gabriel stayed, squeezing his hand tightly.

Apologies were reluctant and bitter sounding, but the brothers were civil and calm at dinner.

--Day 15--

“Mistletoe…” Sam had woken up to the card taped to his hand. And also a weird headband on his head. A bit of wire dangled a very fake piece of mistletoe right in front of his face.

He’d definitely expected today to be embarrassing with that kind of setup, but now…

He couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or amused.

“I’m still pretty certain that mistletoe is supposed to be red.” Dean commented with half a grin as he flicked the wire on Sam’s head. This was not the first time he’d brought it up today.

“It’s white.” Sam chuckled, not really looking up from his book this time.

“All those dumb little hats we found back in the day always had red sprigs on them.”

“Holly berries are red.” Kevin called as he grabbed something from the cabinet and ran off. “Mistletoe is white.” In place of a kiss, he tapped his forehead on Sam’s shoulder as he passed.

“Honestly, Winchester, you think the Angel of Christmas wouldn’t know the difference?” Gabriel asked playfully, stepping up from behind Sam and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been full of it.”

Gabriel gasped, feigning offense, and they proceeded to argue.

Sam just shook his head and smiled to himself.

--Day 19--

“Any word from Garth about the Christmas tree?” Charlie asked softly, watching Dean pace again.

Dean sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing. He said something about being busy in town lately, and I’ve barely heard from him at all besides check-ins.”

Sam sat nearby, keeping his mouth shut.

Earlier, in his room, he’d been met with a tree that now came just under his chin and distinctly smelled of very alive pine despite still looking like a wooden figurine. Gabriel looked very proud of himself and simply motioned for Sam to take his pick.

19 was up toward the top of the tree. A little door opened, and a folded index card practically jumped out as it was freed from the pressure. The first thing he got upon opening the folds was a burst of confetti in his face. The second thing was an…ache? Something in his head. Like a button press. Like a…switch. And the paper:

“Really?” Sam huffed, a grin on his face as he glanced at Gabriel leaning on his arm.

“Have fun~”

The paper vanished from his hands, and left behind an itch in his fingers. Gabriel, a coward, made himself scarce at the same time.

Back to the living room, around an hour afterward, and Sam was watching Dean and Charlie’s conversation over the edge of his tablet from across the room.

There’s a trick to catching prey, after all. And, also, for waiting out stupid prank curses.

Both come down to opportunity. Or lack thereof.

He had gotten here first in an effort—a hope, maybe—to keep everyone else away from him.

…Buuut, he also could have gone to one of the libraries. No one usually went there.

Dammit Gabriel.

In the middle of this thought, something spiked. Sam tapped his foot, trying to focus on keeping the energy down.

“Sam?” He flinched when he heard Castiel’s voice, and the angel eyed him curiously, having appeared right next to the chair. “Are you alright? You seem…different?”

Sam had looked up at him, and Cas squinted at him as he took half a step back.

“Cas, would you be able to drop in on Garth for us?” Charlie called excitedly, crossing the room at a jog.

Sam tensed, and Cas took his eyes off him for a second too long.

“Wait—” The angel had begun, only for Sam to spring out of the chair and wrap his arms around him. Before anyone could say anything, Castiel broke into loud laughter while Sam’s fingers scribbled under his coat.

“Sam?!” Dean called, chuckling as he stepped closer.

“Stay back!” Sam insisted, despite grinning himself and making quite an effort to wrestle the angel down. “I’m not—Gabriel did this!”

“H-He’s possessed!” Castiel supplied, voice giving way to cackles when Sam dug into his stomach and followed his squirming.

“Should we be worried?” Charlie snickered, stepping back when Sam took a step toward them.

“Please. Mojo or not, I can take Sammy, easy.” Dean snorted, cracking his knuckles as he decided he simply had to save his angel. Not to mention see if he knew how to drive out this so called “possession”:

A Tickle Monster.

Gabriel would.

--Day 23--

“I hate you so much right now.” Sam snickered. The card he’d found today naturally had only one word. And it was “Sweater”.

Gabriel had stuck him in something that felt less like a sweater and more like he’d been lost in the Christmas decorations for 20 years. The sweater was bright reds, silvers, and greens, and fluffy like tinsel. Lights—yes, a string of lights—crisscrossed between the stitches, and each bulb blinked out of sync with every other. There were ornaments hooked all over him and a star stuck firmly on his chest.

“You look adorable, Sammy!” Gabriel said simply, conjuring his own sweater that was equally ugly, but nowhere near as embarrassing.

Sam stuck his tongue out and pouted, allowing Gabriel to push him out by the shoulders.

He commiserated with Castiel in the living room while everyone else was picking the first movie of the day.

He also didn’t see the fun in purposefully wearing the worst sweater imaginable…

But the puppy sweater did suit him somehow.

--Day 24--

“Only one more sleep ‘til Christmas!” Gabriel laughed, throwing himself into Sam’s arms and hugging him tight. Sam chuckled softly and buried his face into his angel’s neck.

“So, do I actually get a present tomorrow, or was this little project of yours the gift?”

Gabriel scoffed, almost leaning away from him. “You really are greedy, aren’t you?” He teased. “Maybe this might be just what you need~”

A card appeared with a flair of Gabriel’s hand, but he hesitated to hand it over.

“Y’know, I have been wondering.” Sam hummed, playfully grabbing at the card as Gabriel dodged him. “I haven’t seen the actual tree in a while, have I?”

“You might see it.” Gabriel hummed, squeaking when the card was snatched from his fingers. He smiled warily as Sam’s face fell at the sight of the card: “All Out”

“Gabriel…” His voice came like a warning. That could mean a few things, after all.

“Yeah… Remember how we had that cuddle session when you were feeling down?” The angel explained. He snapped his fingers as he did, and Sam found himself unable to control himself. He sat down on the bed, and Gabriel followed him as his arms shifted him backwards up to the pillows. “I swapped the cards around since you needed that break early.”

Sam shivered nervously as Gabriel perched on his lap, and he was allowed to move his head to watch Gabriel summon handfuls of feathers and brushes to sort through.

“Unfortunately for you, that was the only break I planned.” He snickered, leaning close to peck his nose. The air shifted as his wings suddenly filled the space. “Good News, though, you’ definitely be tired when we’re done.”

--Day 25--

True to Gabriel’s promise, Sam slept like the dead that night. Awareness returned to him in the form of gentle jingle bells and the soft blinking of the lights around his room. The jingling came from a cute little Christmas clock on his bedside table, and it disappeared with a jangly noise when Sam reached for it.

He chuckled to himself and moved to sit up when he heard something crinkle.

A paper star, with all the awkward creases and imperfections of actually being folded by hand, had been set on his chest, and the number ’25’ was written on it in bold red sharpie. He handled it gently, afraid to crush it the wrong way; he found a gap that he could pull without risking tears, and it led to the star unfolding into a big square card.

“Christmas”

Sam smiled, forcing himself out of bed. His body still ached a little from their little session the night before, even though Gabriel “went easy” on him after an hour. A blatant lie, considering the phantom tingles he could still feel across his stomach.

The hallway was still quiet; it was around seven in the morning, but Sam could barely hear things clinking in the kitchen as he started to pass it.

“Sam?” That was Gabriel’s voice. “Hey, wait—”

Sam had sped up a little just to tease him, but he found himself pausing as he came to the common area.

Right against the staircase—practically making it inaccessible with the way it poked through the railings—stood a massive Christmas tree. There were dozens of different ornaments, lights of every color, and pieces of candy and chocolate bars wrapped around the branches on long strings.

“Hey, big guy!” Garth said brightly, looking up from where he was sorting the presents by name and stacking them into shapes. He stepped over the little toy train that was lapping the present pile to give Sam a hug. “I’ve missed you guys so much!”

Sam would never get used to the werewolf strength, but he hugged him back as tight as he could. “You told us you were busy!”

“Uh, yeah, he told you guys he was busy.” Gabriel stepped up beside him with a grin, and Benny followed behind him while licking strawberry jam off his fingers.

“Are you serious?” Sam laughed in disbelief. “This whole time, you—”

“It’s shockingly easy to fake some calls and emails to and from hardware stores, Sam. You underestimate me.”

“A tree that fills up the staircase… Y’know, I had a feeling at the beginning, but it looks better than I thought it would.”

“Aw, stop…” Gabriel practically glowed under the praise. “Let’s not keep everyone else in the dark, then. We need everyone up if we’re doing presents before breakfast!”

“You’d better rush them anyway.” Benny huffed with a smirk. “Those tarts don’t need that long to bake.”

Garth and Gabriel disappeared in their own ways, and it wouldn’t be long before the room was filled with noise as everyone was brought in.

Sam sat on the couch and just stared up at the tree for the length of the quiet. He breathed in the scent of the pine, and on the bright yellow star at the top, he could see the number 25 whenever the light blinked.

#supernatural #squealing santa #sam winchester #dean winchester #gabriel #castiel #squealing santa 2k22 #tickling #a panda writes a thing

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Sicktember #2

Prompt: Quest for a Cure

Fandom/OCs: DnD OCs (Filius, Gundor, Kandry, Lorellyn)

Words: 2200

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: I couldn’t see the word quest without thinking of my favorite adventuring party, though I haven’t written them since last Sicktember. They just make me happy, okay? This fill is one of the few that didn’t have any prompt inspo this year but I think it came out really nicely in spite of that. At risk of sounding egotistical, I'll say I think it's one of the more poetic things I wrote this year. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for this foursome and this setting.

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Lorellyn threw open the door to the party's shared suite in the inn, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"I've had an idea!" she called. "I think I know our next step!"

Her sleepy companions roused themselves. Filius, who had been dozing in one of the beds, shuffled into the room rubbing an eye. Kandry, red-nosed and sniffling, had also been sitting in bed, but she set aside her books and notes right away, giving the Elf her attention. Gundor had been doing his daily weapon maintenance, but he lay down his ax eagerly, even as he coughed into a handkerchief.

"For th' quest? What've yeh found, lass?" asked the Dwarf.

"Nothing new, not here… but that's exactly the problem. The trail has gone cold in these parts, at least for now. I believe we should travel south, just as we've been saying we should do for months. We each have mentioned contacts in the southern tip that might have information for us, but we are never able to get there when it's warmer. The winter months are the perfect time to go explore that region, before it gets busy for us in this area again. We can start with a friend of my father's, an old war companion, who has a farm in the Way South. I know he has a stake in some of the things we've been exploring, and I'm certain he'd have some information for us. I've found a group of Halfling merchants that are traveling that way, and they would be happy to have us accompany them, so it's all worked out. What do you say?"

Filius and Gundor were quiet, pondering for a moment. Kandry's eyes had flickered with interest at the mention of a group of Halflings, but she looked skeptical.

"I dunno, Lor. It's such a long way. We'd be gone for at least a month. What if we miss something important here?" asked the Halfling. "And you know how dangerous traveling in winter can be. I'm not sure we're… up for it."

The Halfling gestured at their group for emphasis as she spoke. For it was true, one could see they wouldn't be up for harsh travel just by looking at them. It was midwinter, and the season had not been easy on the adventurers. Even before the first snows, Kandry and Filius had fallen sick with the influenza. Both had gotten seriously ill, and still hadn't fully recovered. Kandry had had a series of colds and sinus infections ever since, and her nose was perpetually red while her head perpetually ached. Filius was shaky and lethargic, and still spiked a low grade fever nearly every night. Even Gundor hadn't escaped. He had had some dealings with a local clan of Dwarves and had stayed with them for many days. In that time he fell ill with a respiratory sickness unique only to Dwarves and had been bedridden for a week, feverish and coughing and weak. A lingering dry cough continued to plague him weeks later. Only Lorellyn was spared, but the mental burden of caring for her ailing companions weighed on her also.

Lorellyn looked around at them all with softness in her eyes, then met Kandry's gaze. "We've spent months and months here with nothing to show for it. I think a change of scenery is exactly what is needed," the Elf said firmly. "And the merchants aren't in any hurry. We'll travel easy, and safely."

"Aye, it's a good plan, lass," Gundor said, stroking his beard as he nodded. "I m'self know of some folk who could use a good shaking down in those parts." He coughed roughly as he finished, jerking his head in frustration.

All eyes turned to their wise Cleric, the final decision resting with him as usual. Filius, flushed and heavy-eyed, slowly nodded. "I agree that we need some fresh surroundings to shake the cobwebs from our minds. Going south is as good a plan as any. You have my vote, Lor."

Lorellyn clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful, then it's settled. I will write to my father's friend at once so he'll be expecting us. The merchants are leaving the day after tomorrow, at first light, and we'll be right there with them."

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The foursome had never had so pleasant a journey as they did with the merchant band. The adventures rode their horses in the midst of the group, surrounded on all sides by carts and ponies and donkeys. It took nigh on three weeks before the end, for they did indeed travel easy, stopping to make safe camp at the first sign of danger or bad weather, but the time flew. Halflings are a merry bunch by nature, and there was always conversation and singing and laughter. They welcomed the adventurers with open arms, happy for the added protection and new folk to talk to. Kandry at first kept herself separate, feeling out of place with these kinsmen that were so different from herself. They would not allow her to distance herself, however, and their welcome was so earnest that she couldn't help but be drawn in.

It was still travel, however, and the weakened foursome felt their weeks of illness heavily as they were once again forced to sleep on bedrolls and spend hours on horseback. They didn't worsen, but neither did their health improve (though their spirits did), and the Halflings fussed over them endlessly, making sure they were always as warm and comfortable as possible.

The landscape changed almost imperceptibly day by day, but by the end of the journey, what was harsh and cold and wintery became bright and warm and green. By the final days, they had stowed their winter cloaks deep in their bags as the sun warmed them from sunup to sundown. They soaked it in eagerly.

Before they knew it, they had reached their destination. The merchants left them nearly on the doorstep of Lorellyn's friend, with fond farewells, and a few tears. Once their new friends had departed, the Elf led them bravely ahead to the sprawling, picturesque homestead that overlooked acres of fields and orchards and vineyards. The door was flung open while they were still a long way off, and a broad High Elf stood grinning, bouncing on his toes as they approached.

"Welcome, welcome, to Everlast. What a joy it is to have you all." He looked each one of them in the eyes, smiling. "I am Gaibel. I hope your time in my home is restful and pleasant.” He turned to Lorellyn last, kissing her on both cheeks as they murmured to each other in Elvish. Though the three others knew some Elvish, they respectfully held back, for a greeting between High Elves is a sacred thing.

In time Gaibel turned back to the rest of them, speaking in common once more: "We have prepared the guest house for your use. I myself wanted to give you the best rooms in my own home, but Lorellyn thought you might want your own dwelling for the duration of your stay here. My beautiful wife Marilai will lead you there now. Please don't hesitate to come to me at any time for anything you might need. In due time we will discuss the mission that has brought you here, but not until after you've had food and rest."

At his words, a breathtakingly beautiful female Elf moved silently from behind him, a smile of welcome gracing her features. She floated down the path that led to a smaller building on a rise across from the main home, gesturing to the companions to follow. She spoke not, but her warm presence made them all feel at ease, travel weary and dirty though they were. She carried a basket, and when they arrived at the guest house she breezed into the kitchen and began to lay out a feast of hot food and cold drinks. The party would have dug in right away, the tantalizing smells almost too much to bear, but Lorellyn shooed them away.

"Let's clean up and change first. The food will keep, never fear."

Stomachs growling, they did as they were told. It was a good thing they were hungry, though, otherwise they might have forgotten the meal in the bliss of the rooms that awaited them. The warm, clean, peace of the huge beds, the steaming, scented baths and the magnificent, soaring windows overlooking sun kissed green fields would have drawn in weaker creatures. The party members lingered far longer than they intended over their grooming. Yet when they returned to the kitchen, yawning, but changed and fresh, the food was as hot as if it had just come out of the oven, and the ice in the drinks looked as if it had just been poured. Marilai was gone but Lorellyn, also clean and changed, acted as host, serving the others. There was no talk at first, as the adventurers were intent on filling their stomachs with food that hadn't been cooked over a campfire.

Kandry, always the most focused, put down her fork first. "When is Gaibel expecting us to meet with him? Tonight?" she croaked, scrubbing at her nose. "I need to review my notes before we see him."

Lorellyn's eyes softened and her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh no, Gaibel won't be available for at least a week. No, we don't have to leave this building for many days, except perhaps to soak in the sun and explore the plantation at our leisure."

Kandry sat back with a frown. "Why would he leave when we just got here? What about the quest?"

"He's not leaving, he's just not available for meetings. Don't you understand? Right now, this IS the quest. Getting you all back to health. Between the sun and the food and the sleep and the medicine that Marilai left for you all, I will see to it that you're well again before we move another step or interrogate another person. Though I don't know what it's like to need sleep, I know what exhaustion is, because I've seen it in each of you everyday for months. I can't stand seeing you all so weak and pale and sick for even one more day. So for now we're continuing MY quest, with the help of Gaibel and Marilai. The quest for a cure. Only when you're well again will Gaibel agree to meet with you about other things. I've given him strict orders about that."

Shocked silence hung over the room, and Lorellyn saw several emotions cross her companions' faces. Filius was the first to start smiling, though, slow and quiet. Then Gundor shook his head, chuckling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh Kandry threw up her hands, smiling in spite of herself.

"I guess I won't complain about a few days off. My face cannot wait to get acquainted with those giant pillows, that's for sure. And there's no such thing as too much familiarity with a good pillow," the Rogue said with a preemptive yawn.

"These legs o' mine wouldn't mind a bit o' leisure," Gundor agreed. "Me ol' knee ain't been th' same since it was broke. Long as there's adequate refreshment," he said, looking at Lorellyn meaningfully.

"They have plenty of ale, don't worry. There should be some in your room," she soothed.

"I haven't been able to take a bath every day in years. There's nothing I'd like more," Filius said softly. "And I'm so tired of being too hot and too cold and too tired. I'm willing to rest and try to get rid of this ailment once and for all."

"Aww, Fil," Lorellyn groaned, pressing her hand to his flushed face and clucking her tongue. "You're already warm. Here, this tonic is yours. Take it right now, poor thing." She produced three vials of different colors and handed one to each of her companions. "These should help all of you. If you don't feel better in a day or two, Marilai will make more."

"You're sure we're not being poisoned?" Kandry asked even as she unstoppered hers and gave it a sniff.

"My father and Gaibel have been as good as brothers for years beyond years. They mean us no harm," Lorellyn said earnestly.

The invalids drank down their tonics with no further complaint. Each felt immediately better in one way or another, especially after the food and drink.

"Now finish eating, and eat as much as you'd like, then off to bed, each of you. I've seen more yawns tonight than I can count," Lorellyn said sternly. "I hope you all sleep all day tomorrow if you want. There's more beverages in your rooms. Once you all have had a few days of decent sleep and food, then we'll see what there is to see."

Like obedient children, they cleared their plates and began to head for bed. Before they could, though, Lorellyn squeezed them all together into a tight hug. "Feel better, all of you. I miss your dear, healthy faces. You'll be back to normal in no time, I just know it."

For once, no one complained about the hug, and they lingered together in the embrace as the pink evening sunlight danced across the fields and came to rest upon their shoulders.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 2 #dnd OCs

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