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Head Filled With Demons Part 5 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I bare you...this final part. <3. I can always come back to them as I'm sure they have many more stories to tell now. When I wrote Maeve I pictured her looking very much like Charisma Carpenter (Cordelia from Buffy). I think she's a gorgeous lady :).

Enjoy!

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Fem Reader, SMUT, slight over stimulation (they are enjoying her and each other), DP, and everything else that comes along with these three. FLUFF, LOTS of mentions about how much they love her and vice versa, ANGST, final murder (brief), sassy evil Henry is back, mentions of their past summoners and what happened with them including their murders, Reader meets the woman that trapped them and makes a deal. I think that's everything.

Word Count: 7954

“Fuck!”, you screech into the sunrise as you march along the wooded path.

“Oof someone’s angry.” A beautiful young lady dances past you towards a tree you feel like you’ve seen many times before but can’t pinpoint where. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m, um, trying to save the… men… I love.”

“How so?”, she asks without looking your way as she does a pirouette.

“Um…They’ve been stuck somewhere they shouldn’t have been in the first place. They deserve to live a normal life and be happy.”

“What an odd word choice. What IS a normal life for a demon?”

Your eyes narrow in her direction as you try to follow her while she continues to do ballet steps you saw your own mother do numerous times.

“Do I know you?”

“Let me ask you something, Y/N.” She twirls around a tree and when you chase after her, you find her standing at the edge of the hill looking off in the distance. “If you could take their place, would you?”

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Eddie’s worried look.

“Are you alright? You were tossing and turning a lot.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Is it normal for your summoners to have dreams?”

“What kind of dreams?”

You lay back against your pillow as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Since I met you, I’ve been having dreams about Hawkins on fire.”

“I mean, yeah, I’m not surprised.”, Steve sighed.

“Sometimes…unique dreams come through though. One night I had a dream that you two died with me here in this house. I told you to go to Oblivion and you both refused with Eddie telling me that…he wasn’t going to lose another princess.” The demon’s fingers reached out to caress your cheek. “The morning my dad died, he talked to me and then disappeared somewhere with my mom. She told me to go easy on you because what was about to happen wasn’t your fault.

Steve blinks as he exhaled heavier this time.

“Last night, I had a dream that I was trying to save you from your stone and this woman kept dancing around me, asking me questions.”

“Did you know her?”

“No, I don’t think so but she was gorgeous though. She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes with caramel skin. She had on this pretty red silk, lace dress that was probably decades old.” Their eyes shot up to look at each other. “What?”

“Y/N, did she have any jewelry on?”

“Um, she was moving around a lot so I couldn’t see but she did have like a ring with a clear stone and some red in it, I think.”

Eddie gripped your cheeks a bit roughly and turned you to face him.

“What did she say to you, Y/N? Did she ask you any questions or try to make a deal with you? THINK! We need to know?!”

“Why? Do you know her?”

Steve grabbed his friend’s wrist and motioned for him to release you. “No, baby. We just… want to make sure it isn’t someone that can hurt you.”

Your gaze shifted between them both and you could tell they were both obviously upset about what you had seen.

“Don’t do this again. Don’t hide something from me that could help.”

“It won’t help. Trust me. She can’t and won’t do anything.”

“So you do know her?” Neither of them answers and it infuriates you. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find the answers myself.”

############

“What is this thing you’re using?”, Eddie asks with genuine curiosity.

“This is called a ‘microfiche’. It amplifies the tiny print on the paper.”

“Huh. Kind of seems like a waste of effort since you won’t find anything.” You and the demon beside you turn towards Steve as he sits behind you with his arms folded.

Since they wouldn’t answer your questions, you went to the only place you could think of that may help, the library. You told the librarian what you were looking for and after glaring at you like you were insane, finally guided you to some newspapers and documents that may help.

You were honestly surprised how enthralled Eddie was by what you were looking at. Maybe he thought you’d never find out anything about the stone so he wanted to learn what he could. As he sat beside you, he leaned his head on your shoulder while placing his palm on your knee. It was a comforting feeling; one you wanted to have for longer than the week timeframe you had left.

“Oh shit. That’s Arthur.”

You paused the machine and made the image as big as you could. A man in his early twenties was being handcuffed and placed in a cop car. Steve suddenly appeared next to you as you read the information.

Arthur Leeman (23), shown above, was arrested after being found near the body of rich aristocrat Michael Jameson (50) with a knife in his back. Jameson was found by his son Kevin Jameson (24) and swiftly notified the authorities. The young Jameson stated that Leeman was unhinged, claiming demons told him to kill the elder Jameson or the world would end.

“Fucking idiot.”, Eddie sighed. “We told him NOT to kill Michael because all fingers would point to him.”

“Plus, it wouldn’t help his situation. Kevin loved his dad even though he didn’t approve of his sexuality. But…Arthur was desperate.”

“Does it say what happened to him?”

You scanned the article until you found the answer. “He was found guilty and died in jail.” Glancing at their sad faces, you reached out caress them. “I’m sorry.”

They shrug and you continue your search. After about thirty minutes, you feel like you’ve hit a dead end until a drawing catches your attention. You recognize her from the memories they provided you and how she’s displayed in the image. Men are holding her arms behind her back as flames surround them.

“Elizabeth.”

“Fuck me. They made her look like a crazy person.”

You point to the article underneath as you speak. “She did kill 20 people in the fire she started. It says they, um… they made an example of her by killing her in the town square.”

Steve growls as he stands and begins to pace. “She wasn’t crazy. She was a good woman before she met us. Before she found that fucking stone. Y/N, stop. Please. Don’t look for answers. Just…Just enjoy the time you have with us and let us fucking go.”

“I can’t.”, you whisper. “Even if I could, your summoners didn’t do research and their lives still got complicated. At least this way, I can find out if we have a chance.”

“Y/N.” You turn back towards Eddie, who had been absently flipping through the machine while you and Steve talked. “This thing says Lizzy’s belongings were given to her nephew. When her nephew was older, he struggled financially and sold her things to a museum.” He pointed to a photo of a group of people outside the building, posing for its grand opening. The person cutting the ribbon was Michael Jameson. “Arthur told us his boyfriend had given him the necklace as a present. He stole it from the box so I guess—”

“It was never documented as being sent there.”, you finished for him as you sat back down and searched through the paper. “The museum was closed in 1975 and was a vacant lot until…oh shit.”

“Until the mayor bought it and built the mall.”

Grabbing your bag, you quickly throw on your jacket and head to your next destination.

#############

“Hey honey. Haven’t seen you in a while.”, Paul grins from his spot at the security station.

“Yeah, I’ve been taking some time off after my dad…”

“No, hey, I completely understand. He was a good man. I was glad to have known him. What are you doing down here today then?”

“Paul, that necklace you gave me…you said it was just outside of my stores cage?”

“Yes? I mean the box it was probably nestled in got knocked over but…”

“I read somewhere this mall was a museum for Hawkins before it closed down. Do you know what they did with the stuff inside it?”

“A lot of it was sold to other places. What they couldn’t sell I thought they junked.”

“Shit. Ok. Thank you.”

“Not a problem.” He glances at you worriedly as you turn to leave.

“Not that you asked but he IS a good soul. When they were in high school Paul Cassian and his girlfriend at the time found out they were having a baby. They decided adoption would be best since they were so young and couldn’t afford anything. Two years from now his son will reach out to meet him. Paul will find out he’s a grandpa and spoil his granddaughters rotten.”, Eddie grins.

Smiling up at him, he gives you a little wink as you enter the elevator to leave the basement. Something catches your eye and your hand shot out to stop the doors as you step out again.

“Paul!” His footsteps bang against the floor as he comes skidding to your side. “No, I’m sorry if I scared you. Just…where was this picture taken?”

He follows your gaze to the image of the mayor outside with some construction men smoking a cigar with wide grins. Behind him was the tree from your dream.

“Um, behind the mall, I think.”

##############

Steve continues to stand there looking disgruntled as Eddie leans against the bark you were looking at.

“I don’t get it. Why this tree? Why was she dancing? Why—”

“Why what?”, Steve asked. “What does it matter? She probably did it just to get your attention and it seems to have worked.”

“Why are you fighting me so hard on this?!”

“Because I know how this story ends, Y/N, and I refuse to feel hope where there is none.”

“How do you know there isn’t any?!”

“Y/N LET IT GO!”, he roared causing Eddie to rise to his feet but you didn’t move. You continued to glare at him as his eyes stared daggers into yours.

“Oof someone’s angry.” Both demons abruptly came to attention as the woman from your dream appeared in front of you, winking as she walked by. “We weren’t formally introduced, Y/N. I’m Maeve.” She reaches out to shake your hand but Eddie quickly pulls it away and pushes you behind them. “Boys, now come on. If you can’t play nice and let me talk to the lady I’ll have to send you away for a bit.”

They both growl as she moves closer to the tree in front of her. “It’s been so long you both probably don’t remember meeting me here. I mean everything has changed!” Maeve playfully smiles as she sighs.

“This is where you found them?”

“Technically, they found me.” She gestures towards the stone in your pocket. “It was so many years ago and the world was different then. It was much more…angry and violent.”

“Said the woman who owns a stone that requires someone to kill three people or their world ends.”

Maeve gives you a big, beautiful smile as she continues to absently move around you three.

“I like her, boys. Honestly, I’m kind of impressed you actually followed your dreams; metaphorically of course. Usually when people call them, they don’t even care about what they see when they sleep.”

“So they are real?”

“When you meddle in the abstract, sweetheart, some things retain. It seems you have a gift. I bet you got that from your mother. She’s the one that got you into auras and stones, right?”

“Wait, does that mean they’re going to die? That the world will end?”

Her head tilts to the side at your questions. “Interesting. ‘Will they die.’ Not will I die. You really are selfless, aren’t you? Have you given any thought to what I asked you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I would take their place.”

“Y/N, no! Don’t you say that. Do you hear me?” Their pleas flooded your ears as she continued to watch with a small smile. “You need to live your life. You deserve a good life, baby. We don’t. We’ve done enough fucked up shit.”

Maeve snapped her fingers and just like that they were gone.

***

“FUCK!”, Steve shouted as he continued to bang on the door of their home within the stone. “Come on, Edward! Get off your ass and fucking help me.”

Eddie sighed from his place on the arm rest of the couch as he shrugs.

“What’s the point, Steven? It doesn’t matter. We can’t get out.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Of course it matters! She WILL take that deal and she’ll be stuck in this hell forever! Fuck!” The demon stomped towards the corner his bat was in and tried to smash the windows to no avail.

“You may as well just give up.”

“I can’t give up on her if I know I can save her! I have to try!” Steve froze mid-swing as he what he was saying finally sunk in. You had been saying the same things repeatedly but he ignored it feeling like it wouldn’t make a difference. Now he understood…

Eddie came over to wrap his arms around him before leaning back to cup his face in his hands. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t want to hope either because even just being here reminds me what we’d be coming back to but now it seems emptier without her. I know it’s going to fucking hurt when we leave but if this is what she needs then let her try. If she doesn’t, it’s just going to kill her. She’ll always blame herself… like I did with Chrissy.”

Steve kisses the demon’s lips as he tugs him back in his embrace before a wind blows and they appear again in your world.

###############

“Y/N, are you ok?! What happened? Please tell us you didn’t take her deal.”

When they looked around Maeve was already gone and you had your arms folded starring out into the distance as you waited for them.

“I’m alright. Come on. I have one more person I need to kill.”

Steve grabbed your arm as you turned to leave, your flat tone frightening them both. His voice shook as he took your face in his hands and searched your eyes for an answer.

“I-I— fuck—I can’t see what…what you did. Please, Y/N. Tell us you didn’t. Please…”

You softly smile as you lean up to kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie. “Everything is going to be ok. I promise.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Detective Hopper. How can I help you?”

He stepped away from his car outside your house as you headed for your front door.

“I wanted to talk with you really quickly about some things, if that’s alright.”

“Of course, come in.”

The officer blinked as he apprehensively walked into your home. What he wasn’t able to see was your demons do the same. They had no idea what you were up to and it made them extremely nervous.

“You’re not going to kill him right? Killing a detective isn’t exactly smart, princess.”

“So, how can I help?” You ignored him as you addressed the man who took a seat at your table.

“Where were you a couple of nights ago around 9pm?”

“Um, I went to The Hideout for a date.”

“With a man named Noah Strong?”

“I believe so. I never got his last name. He asked me out on a date and then invited me back to his apartment. I left around…eleven or so. I wasn’t feeling so well. I’m still kind of shaky after my dad.”

Hopper nods as you take a seat across from him.

“You haven’t tried to call him or anything?”

“No, sir. We didn’t exactly click but what do I know. I haven’t been on a date in over a year so…” You force a giggle and he smiles. “If I may ask, why are you here? Is he alright?”

“Uh, no ma’am. Noah was found dead in his apartment. It was…it wasn’t pretty.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I…I didn’t notice anything odd or out of the ordinary. He did mention he worked with the mayor. Could that have anything to do with it?”

“Careful, Y/N.”, Steve warned.

“We are looking into that but I’m not too sure. We did have witnesses say they saw him with you at the bar so I just wanted to do my due diligence.”

“Oh, no worries. I completely understand. I wish I could be of more help.”

He nods again as he stands and places his hat back on his head. “Thank you for your candor. If you think of anything, you still have my card, right? The one I gave you after that first death.”

“There was another death?”

Your eyes meet before he scans you over.

“Good catch, baby.”, Eddie smiles.

“I didn’t tell you that the first time did I? Yeah, just…just continue to be careful and I’ll be in touch.”

After walking him out, you exhale heavily as you peek out the window and wait for him to leave.

“You handled yourself really well, honey.” Hastily, you turn away and head for your room to change your clothes. “What are you doing now?”

When you don’t respond, Eddie grabs your bicep and turns you around to face them. “Y/N, your acting odd and being cryptic. What’s going on? What happened with Maeve?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because I promised her I wouldn’t.”

“And? Who gives a fuck about her?!”

“You took her deal didn’t you?”, Steve grumbled. His fingers reached out to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Tell us.”

“I can’t…because we both know you’ll try to intervene.”

Their eyes widen but Steve’s are the ones that glow before releasing you with a rough shove. “You stupid little girl. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“I’m saving you.”

“We didn’t need nor ask you to save us. Now there’s no point in you killing your last person because I assure you, Y/N, if you get sucked into that stone instead of us when this is over we will burn this world and any other one we need to, to set you free.”

“I already lost one princess. I’m not losing another.”

At Eddie’s words, your eyes closed as a strangled cry left your throat and you fell to your knees.

Steve fell with you and collected you in his arms. “Please, Y/N. Talk to us.”

“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.

“I trust that you would do anything for us, baby girl, but we won’t allow you to take our place.”

Wiping your eyes, you pushed away from him and got to your feet.

“Let’s go. I have a job to do.”

****

“Hello, sir.”

“Jesus Christ!”, the mayor jumps, placing his hand over his chest as he tries to catch his breath. “You, uh, scared the bajesus out of me, sweetheart. You can’t be doing that.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to startle you.”, you grinned as you playfully twirled your index finger in your hair. “I just HAD to meet you. I’m such a huge fan of yours, Mr. Kline.”

“Oh, well aren’t you precious. Call me Larry, please.”

“Ok…Larry.”, you giggle as he seductively scans your body.

“This must be what hell is like for humans.”, Eddie growls. “You sound ridiculous by the way.”

They both stand on either side of you with their arms folded as they watch the display in front of them.

“Maybe one day I can come work for you, Larry. I’m so good at taking care of people and doing what I’m told. You can tell me to do anything and I’d do it!” Stepping closer to him, you place your hand on the mayor’s chest. “Anything.”

“Well…I…um…how about this, honey? Why don’t you come with me to my house? It will just be us and you can tell me more about what your good at. Maybe give me a demonstration.”

His eyes glow with lust as you obnoxiously jump up and down and clap your hands.

“Oh my god, I can’t wait!”

Your smile drops as you turn to head for your car so you can follow him in his.

“You should have considered becoming an actress.”, Steve sasses.

“Or a prostitute. Sounds like you’d be good at either or.”

“Don’t be jealous.”

After you climb into your car, they appear in your back seat.

“Why would we be jealous of two-pump chump up there?”, Eddie gestures towards the mayor’s car as you begin to drive. “Maybe, you should fuck him. At least get a laugh or two before you’re sucked into your purgatory.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you two lied to me when you said the stone wasn’t a prison.”

“It will be for you because you will be by yourself. When we’re there, we have each other. What will you have?”

“The knowledge that you both are safe.”

As you stopped at a stop light, the interior of your car illuminated a bright red before a rough feeling palm reached out to lightly touch your forearm.

“Honey, look at us.”, Steve cooed in his deep demon voice.

When you did what he asked, they both couldn’t help but sigh when you didn’t flinch at their normal appearance. They were bearing it all to you for you to really see. When they were fighting, they had been moving around all over the place so you weren’t able to get a good look but now as their red eyes stared at you with empathy…you couldn’t ignore it.

You weren’t afraid of them in this form anymore. To you, they were beautiful; perfect.

“This is who we are, Y/N. We’re evil, murderous, violent demons. We don’t deserve the luxury of being safe or even happy. You on the other hand, have helped so many people.”

“Even a few who didn’t deserve it.”, Eddie chimed in.

“It’s time for you to live your life, baby. Not spend eternity trapped in your old one.”

The light changed to green and as the car began moving you tried to hide the tear that escaped from your eye.

###########

“Wow, Larry. Your house is beautiful!”, you obnoxiously exclaim as you pretend to be enthralled by the things around you. “Who is this? Your wife?”

The mayor saunters over and yanks the photo you were holding out of your hand, placing it back on the end table.

“Yup but she’s out of town for the next few days. She’s always leaving me alone to fend myself.”, he pouts. “Would you like something to drink, Y/N?”

“Please.”

“I have some amazing wine here.”, he boasts as you follow him to the kitchen. “I save the expensive stuff for extremely special occasions and I think a special little girl like you deserves—”

Hitting him over the head with a nearby vase, he slumps heavily to the floor. Dragging him by his feet, you move him back to his living room, and begin tying him up with the rope you brought from the house.

“Wait, Y/N. Before you do this, please, tell us what you did with Maeve.”, Eddie pleaded. “If you didn’t make the deal then…then this is goodbye, princess.”

Back in their human forms, he reaches out to caress your cheek.

“If you did, then we aren’t letting you kill him.”

“I love you both so much. You changed my life and showed me things…you may think you don’t deserve happiness but if you could see things through my eyes…even just your memories… I did make a deal with her and I’m afraid you can’t stop me because he won’t let you. Will you, Henry?”

As soon as your eyes glance up, they follow your eyeline to see Henry slowly descend the stairs.

“Very good, Y/N. I’m not going to lie; this whole thing has been incredibly amusing to me. Watching you three run around as she tries to solve the riddle of your make shift hell. Seeing and listening to you pathetically beg her to stay.”, he chuckles. “Even I was riveted to see if she made that deal or not.”

“You can’t see it, Mr. I’m More Powerful?”, Steve spat.

“A ha, no, I can’t. While I AM strong, Maeve is way more powerful than I could dream.”

As he spoke, you had slowly shifted away from them towards the mayor and reached into your bag to grab the knife you had hidden there.

“Now, I get to watch you both lose the girl you love WHILE she takes care of my kill for me.” They both growl as Henry laughs. “What is that…two now Edward? May want to stop while you’re ahead.”

Eddie charges at him but the evil demon saw it coming, punching him so hard he flew into the adjacent wall. Steve came at him with his bat but he caught it mid swing allowing the nails to dig into his flesh as he pushed the demon back.

“Pathetic.”

“Hey Henry?” He turned to look at you just as you were throwing something his way that he promptly caught. “I said I made A deal. I didn’t tell you which one.”

Opening his hand, his eyes widened as he starred down at the stone that was now smeared with his blood.

“I guess they didn’t know but only demons can be placed into the stone to do the work Maeve needs done.”

“I think it’s commendable and beautiful you would switch places with them. I’ve watched them for years and never saw them connect to a summoner the way they did with you. To be fair, all the summoners were selfish.”, she rolled her eyes. “I’m afraid, my love, only another demon can take their place.”

“Then why did you show me that dream?”

“IIII didn’t show it to you. I just came through the door. I imagine your mother was trying to tell you something.” She smiles as she does a pirouette. “Maybe draw your eye to something? Something you missed.”

“Fuck me. Maeve what if I know another demon that you can have?”

Maeve blinks as she nods. “It will most likely be hard to get them. The only reason Edward and Steven were easy was because both their blood leaked on my stone. They had just escaped another sudden run in with people from their realm. Demons can heal pretty fast so you would have to time it perfectly.”

“I can do it.”

“If you don’t, they will get sucked in and the demon you are left with will most likely kill you.”

“I said…I can do it.”

She nodded in agreement as you turned to stare out into the Hawkins skyline.

“I wouldn’t mention your plan by the way. They may try and stop you.”

With that she snapped her fingers and disappeared.

You sliced the mayor’s neck and he slumped to the side as he quickly bled out.

“Now you’ll finally be in a cell, tortured forever for what you did to Chrissy and all the pain you caused!”

Henry’s eyes glowed as he ran towards you but as soon as he was inches away, Maeve appeared in between you two, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes shifted towards the boys who were still on the ground watching everything with wide, confused eyes.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Winking in your direction, white light abruptly blinds everyone as you hear Henry scream and her chuckles before both disappear. The sound of the gem hitting the floor startles everyone as you try to comprehend that you succeeded.

“Edward? Steven?” You hurriedly run over to check on them. “Are you ok?!”

Eddie’s hands roughly reached up to grab your face. “That was so fucking stupid! I can’t believe… how did you…”

You own hand reached out to move his wild hair away from his eyes. “I told you. I had to try.”

His lips crashed to yours as he scoped you into his arms.

“Steve, are you ok? We have to get out of here, NOW.”

The other demon ran over to grab the stone and made sure nothing else was left that would tie you to this murder before you three fled out the front door.

***

As you stepped out of the shower, you were surprised they weren’t still in the bathroom waiting for you like they had done the previous times. You guessed since they weren’t technically tied to you anymore they were free to move about wherever they pleased which made you a little sad. You enjoyed having them so close.

With a towel wrapped around your dripping frame, you found them sitting at your dinning table staring at the gem.

“It, um, it changed.”, Steve murmured in your direction. “It says 001 on it. Maybe because Henry didn’t exactly have any weapons he used.”

“What should we do with it?”

“We can take it to another realm. A realm that is far enough away from this one he can’t come back to it and hurt you.”, Eddie sighs as he leans back in his chair. “I don’t think he can since he’ll be attached to the summoner but better safe than sorry.” His friend nods in agreement.

“O-Okay. Um, how long would you be gone?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I just…I assumed that you two would want to travel alone for a while and this would be a good reason to. I can wait here or if I know how long I can come back…”

They were both staring at you now like you had gone crazy.

“Y/N Y/L/N. You just risked your life to save us and gave us our freedom from a place we spent over 3,000 years alone in. What makes you think we would fucking leave you for one second?”

You grinned at them as Steve got up and walked over to you making it spread wider across your face.

“What? No more poofing to places?”

“Poofing? That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard for us appearing somewhere.”

“Is there somewhere particular you wanted to poof to?”, Eddie asked when your face scrunched in thought.

“Can you still create an image from memory without us actually going there?”

“I think so. Where did you want to go, pretty girl?

“Take me home.” They both glanced at each other at your request and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad or anything. I was just thinking…I could see where you come from…without it physically hurting and without you guys getting captured.”

Your arms wrapped around Steve as you pressed your head into his chest. The atmosphere shifted around you as the wind blew and you pulled back to not only find yourself dressed but in a room you didn’t recognize.

“I lived in this room.”, Eddie sighed heavily as he looked around. “This is how I remember it the last time I saw it.”

It was a pretty bland room that reminded you a lot of the barracks you saw in the war movies you used to watch with your dad.

“Was this where all the soldiers lived?”

“Yes, ma’am. I hated all the fucking white so I covered up what I could. I was able to keep and collect more guitars so…”, he gestured towards the wall. “I doodled on the rest. Steve’s dad fucking hated that but what could he say. I could keep up with his son so I got a bit more free reign.”

You laughed as Steve rolled his eyes and Eddie playfully shoved him. Your fingers grazed the literature he had on his shelves, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you tried to read the titles.

“Ah. Um, our written language is a wee bit different from your own. This half here is stuff people had published, I guess you could say, and this half are things I wrote.”

“You wrote books?” He nodded.

“Some of the kids liked when I told them stories so I wrote them down for them to enjoy.”

“And perform.”, Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. We had fun.” Their eyes followed you as you moved towards his dresser. Beside it was a mannequin style rack that held his armor for when he was on the battlefield. It had some dings and scratches but all in all still intact. Noticing the pictures, you saw a couple of faces you recognized.

“I saw this person is one of your pictures at the house in the stone.”

“My uncle. He took care of me the bulk of my childhood. After my mom died, he did what he could…even more so after my dad was captured and I took his place. I hope he’s doing alright.”

You reached to run your fingers along his cheek when you heard his tone change to a sadder one. He leaned passed you to grab the photo he had of Chrissy by his bed.

“At least now I know what happened to her.” Wrapping your arms around him, you felt him put the picture down as he held you tighter to him. “The last thing your dad said to me, Y/N, was that it was ok for me to open my heart and that I wasn’t replacing her. I seriously never thought I’d fall in love again but I also didn’t expect you. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting Steve!”

Eddie smiled when he heard you giggle.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for saving me.” Pushing up on your tip toes, you kiss him as he holds you to him. “Come on. Let’s see Steven’s obnoxiously clean and organized room.”

“Calm down, Ed.” The demon rolled his eyes as they opened the door and walked across the way. “My room was actually on the other side of the building near the kids but I thought this would be easier.”

“Why did they put you in charge of them?”, you asked as he opened the door.

“Honestly, I think my dad assigned it to me as a punishment to humble me. My stats on the field were better than anyone else and he said that was why but… I ended up really enjoying it. They were all good kids.”

Eddie wasn’t far off in describing his friend’s space. It felt more or less barren with nothing seemingly out of place. In the corner, he had a desk with maps and notes written in that form you couldn’t read.

“You see, Henry and his people were there…”, he pointed. “…and our people were over here. They used to sneak in over here so my father would have people stationed here. He always had me studying strategy.”

“I assume these books are about strategy and war to?”

“Uh, yeah, except…this one.” Steve yanked a book out and handed it to you.

“Hey, I wrote that!”

“Yes, you did.”, he smiled. “It was about a warrior whose heart was broken after the girl he loved left him for someone else.” His smile faltered a bit as he took the book back and placed it on the shelf. “Eddie wrote me that right after the girl I fell in love with left me.”

“For the demon slayer?” He nodded at your question. “How does it end?”

“The warrior focuses on himself and his friends, the musical master, the sweet princess, and the strong but clumsy knight.” Steve reaches towards his nightstand shows you another picture you saw with him and another beautiful girl pointing their swords at the camera. “Robin. Fought a lot of battles together. I miss her.”

You circle him in your arms as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I love you to, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully thank you properly for what you did.”

A soft smile flickers across your lips as you look up at him with nothing but love.

“Yeah but…you can try.”

He laughs as he tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. As it steadily grows more passionate, you walk him backwards with the intention of pushing him onto the bed but you both are startled when he lands on your dinning room table.

“Are you ok? What happened?”, you ask as your fingers run through his hair.

“I, um, sorry. That was a harder memory to pull so it’s hard to maintain especially when you’re distracting me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Steve smiles as he lifts you up, spinning you around, and placing you down on the table as he continues to kiss you. This time instead of snapping away his clothes, he allowed you to remove them off his body as he did the same with you.

“We have so much time now.”, he whispers as his hands roam your skin, down your back making your body tingle. “We can go as slow as we want to. Baby, you have no idea what you’re in for. Eddie and I spent hours even days exploring each other because we had all the fucking time in the world.”

As he spoke the other demon’s palms traced up his spine and around to his chest making Steve groan against your lips.

“I wish you could touch me with your real hands.”, you murmured as your fingers clung to his neck.

“What if…what if I meet you halfway?”

You tilted your head, silently asking him what he meant and in response his mouth traveled down your neck to the valley of your chest to your breasts. A small, pleasure filled gasp left you as his tongue flicked along your nipple. It wasn’t his normal organ you come to know but his demon one that had your core clenching and your legs trying to pull his waist closer to yours.

Your palms tangled in his hair as he alternated between them, wrapping his lips around the erect bud, and running is tongue along the sensitive skin that had you desperate beneath him.

“Please, baby. I—fuck—I need…”

“What do you need, honey?”

“I need your face between my legs.”, you pleaded.

Lifting you again, he carried you back into your bedroom and placed you on the mattress.

“Honestly, I’m loving the sounds you make when I play with your tits. Let’s let Eddie take care of your pussy. Trust me. He’s amazing with his tongue.”

The long-haired demon winked at you as he removed his shirt and climbed between you till you felt his breath hit your sex. Steve had undersold his friend’s ability because as soon as his long demon tongue licked between your folds, not only did you see stars but the whole goddamn universe.

“Ed-Edward…oh…”

Steve’s palm roughly massaged one breast in his hand as mouth continued to slurp and lick the other.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

All you could do was nod while your eyes rolled back as Eddie flicked his tongue in and out of your entrance while his thumb massaged your clit. With hooded eyes, you watch the other demon rise and go behind his friend, grabbing his hips and yanking his ass in the air.

“Keep your legs open, Y/N. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes. Y-yes, I understand.”

Red light blinds your eyes as they change into their demon form. Steve takes hold of the demon in front of him, spitting into his hand before pumping his cock a few times and guiding himself into Eddie.

“F-fuck, Steven.”, he moaned as he began devouring you again. With Steve aggressively thrusting into him, he was now like a man possessed, his tongue reaching deeper inside of you and touching places you never thought possible.

“Yes! Fuck…I’m…can-can I touch your hair?”

Focused on his task, Eddie didn’t answer but the other demon nodded as he heavily panted. When you fingers curled into his long locks between his horns, he hummed in ecstasy, the vibration being that last little push you needed as you came hard on his lips.

Twitching beneath him, you felt the bed dip on either side as he carefully climbed as far up your body as you could.

“Come…come here, princess. Careful.”, he warned as you slid lower underneath him till he was hovering above you. Craning your neck, your lips met his as they mingled together and he whimpered against them as he was nearing his climax.

“You’re both so fucking beautiful like this. I love you. I know you feel like I saved you but…YOU saved ME.”

Eddie grunted loudly as he came, leaning back to passionately kiss Steve as he followed. They changed back into their human forms and fell onto the bed as they lifted you further up towards the pillows.

Steve wasn’t joking when he mentioned taking their time. Their hands and lips roamed every part of your body while one or both would stop to devour your cunt or thrust their fingers into your now dripping hole. Sometimes while they played with you they played with each other.

While Steve was trying to make you cum his mouth for the fifth time Eddie deep throated him till he shuddered and spilled into his mouth. While Eddie was holding you to his chest, kissing and sucking on your neck, Steve was pumping his thick fingers into him as he nibbled on his shoulder.

“Baby are you still here?”, Eddie chuckled as his lips ran along your jawline.

“Y-Yeah. I…I here.”

“Hey, honey. Come on. You got one more in you. We haven’t even had our cocks inside of you yet.”

“Can’t…move…”

They smile as Steve grips you in his arms and rolls you on top of him. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We can take care of you.”

Your body suddenly came to life as you felt him guide himself into your core. Pressing your hands against his chest, you slowly grinded your hips against his making him groan.

“Fuck baby girl. That’s it. See? We told you… you could do it.”

Eddie’s palm gently tilts your forward, teasing your ass with his tip before gradually pushing into you. Once again you were overwhelmed by the full feeling of them inside you at the same time, your mouth going slack with a silent moan as you tried to make any sound at all.

“It-It’s ok, sweetheart. Let go and scream if you want to. Jesus… you earned it.”

“You’ve be quiet for too long, Y/N. Let go.”

They both thrust into you, matching each other’s pace as you threw your head back screamed so loud it probably woke your neighbors.

“Fuck! Fuck, yes! You both feel so fucking good! Please…please make me cum.” They growled in pleasure as both sets of hands gripped your body and pumped into you roughly. “Fuck…I love you. I love you so much. Please, please, please…”

Your voice trailed off as you whimpered their proper names till your felt yourself quiver around them as the coil snapped and you collapsed on Steve’s chest.

“Good girl. That’s a fucking good girl. We’re going to fill you up, honey. Such a good girl.”

The demon’s arms held you tightly to him as he thrust his hips a few more times before you felt him warm your insides. Eddie soon followed, gripping your hair in his fist as he pounded into you till all of his release was inside you.

“P-Please…I can’t…I’m only human.”

They laugh at your joke as they carefully pull out of you before Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. As he starts to lean towards the shower to turn it on, you stop him.

“Why don’t we take a bath?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever taken a bath.”, Steve muses.

“Ever? Not even before showers were a thing?” After they both shake their heads, their eyes watch you with intense focus as you explain to them smells and how baths can help with certain things. This time you were the one to guide them in, smiling as they slowly sat down and you leaned against Eddie while wrapping your legs around Steve.

Reaching for your wash rag, you handed it to him and showed him what you needed, wincing when he began cleaning between your legs.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Am I doing this wrong?”

“No, no. I’m just sore.” Grinning, you watched him continue before finishing and leaning back to relax.

“This is actually really nice.” Eddie sighs happily behind you.

“I’m surprised you’ve never had one. Not even in your home?”

“No point. I mean we can snap ourselves clean.”

“I guess you didn’t notice when you where there that we didn’t have a bathroom.”, Steve smiles but it falters a bit when he sees your eyes get a bit glassy. “What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Just how glad I am that you’re still here.”

Eddie holds you tighter in his arms as the other demon caresses your cheek.

After the water starts to get colder, you three get out and they help you dry off. As soon as you enter your bedroom, you feel the past couple of days hit you and you quickly crawl into bed with them following after.

You feel them gently running their fingers along your face and down your arm as you fall asleep.

“Nothing’s going to change.” Eddie states causing Steve to turn and look at him with confusion. “With us I mean. I can see it in your eyes, Steven. That worry. We already crossed that boundary and I care a lot about you…the same way I care about Y/N.”

“I thought maybe because we were free…we wouldn’t…need each other like that anymore.”

Eddie’s hand reaches over to grip the demon’s chin as he runs his thumb along his bottom lip.

“I’m always going to need you. I love you to, Steven.”

He nods as he tenderly kisses the pad of his finger. “I love you to, Edward.”

***

“Oh. Hi there. I’m Detective Hopper.” The officer scans Eddie up and down as he tries to get a read on him.

“Hey there. I’m Eddie, Y/N’s friend.”

“Ah. Good, good. She needs some company after what happened. Is it just you or…?”

“Uh, me and our other friend Steve, sir. Would you like to meet him?”

“No, no reason to. I just came by to let Y/N know that it seems like Noah Strong’s death IS related to something having to do with the mayor so she doesn’t need to worry about something happening or anything like that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Detective. Even if there was we’ll always keep her safe. Thank you for letting us know.”

The gentleman tips his hat before walking back to his car as Eddie closes the door.

“Yeah, that will take some getting used to; being seen.”

“What did he say?”, Steve asked.

“Y/N is in the clear more or less.”

“Yay.”, you grin as you come out from your bedroom with your suitcase. “It’s not going to look suspicious right? If we go on this vacation.”

“Who cares. If all else fails we can just run to another realm.”

“Eddie… Let’s keep that as a last resort.”, Steve sighs. “I’m kind of curious about this one and all the things we haven’t seen.”

“Well, where would you like to go first?”

“As long as we’re with you, princess, we’ll go anywhere.”

############# @tlclick73 @iaminlovewithdilfs @tiannamortis @steeldaisies

@goodhappyfriday @paleidiot @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes

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@prettypeachsworld

Entire Series here!

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* Boucle Armchair: 6647 verts | 12179 faces >> Found under Living chairs | 275§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Boucle Sofa: 4623 verts | 8386 faces >> Found under Sofas and loveseats | 620§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Bouquet: 29603 verts | 19737 faces >> Found under Plants | 55§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Cactus A: 8060 verts | 14253 faces >> Found under Plants | 60§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Cactus B: 21720 verts | 25824 faces >> Found under Plants | 125§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Candle Tray: 3383 verts | 5123 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 35§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Ceiling Lamp: 4435 verts | 7954 faces >> Found under Ceiling lamps | 190§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Coffee Table A: 80 verts | 40 faces >> Found under Coffee tables | 390§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel >>>> 21 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* Coffee Table B: 46 verts | 24 faces >> Found under Coffee tables | 200§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel >>>> 13 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* Sofa Cushion: 3878 verts | 7323 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 15§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel + 15 non-recolorable presets * Armchair Cushion : 3147 verts | 5880 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 15§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel + 15 non-recolorable presets

* Face Vase: 8910 verts | 11115 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 40§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channel

* Ficus: 16103 verts | 13754 faces >> Found under Plants | 130§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Magazine: 28696 verts | 14029 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 15§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Poster A: 52 verts | 26 faces >> Found under Paintings and posters | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 30 different paintings >>>> Can be moved up/down on wall

* Poster B: 52 verts | 26 faces >> Found under Paintings and posters | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 23 different paintings >>>> Can be moved up/down on wall

* Storage Unit: 204 verts | 102 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous surfaces | 410§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels >>>> 21 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects >>>> Can be moved up/down on wall

* Vase: 22570 verts | 18059 faces >> Found under Plants | 75§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

#thesims3 #sims3 #ts3cc #s3cc #4to3 #s4tos3 #novvvas #surfaces #comfort #plants #lamps #paintings #livingroom

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March 2024 Home Office

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#the sims 4 #the sims 4 cc #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #thesims4 #thesims4cc #sims4 #sims4cc #ts4 #ts4cc #ppk ts4 cc

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BLM Mustangs for Auction - Oregon Girls

These girls are mostly South Steens HMA! They are in the January 2023 auction. All should be presumed covered.

13 YEAR OLD ROANSTRAWBERRY FEMALE HORSE (6993) 15hh

10 YEAR OLD GRAY FEMALE HORSE (7380) 16hh

6 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7883) 14.2hh

15hh 4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7887)

6 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7896) 15.2hh

15.1hh 5 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7897)

11 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7901) 14.3hh

6 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7904) 15hh

5 YEAR OLD APPALOOSA FEMALE HORSE (7924) 14.3hh (pregante)

9 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7926) 15.2hh

6 YEAR OLD DUN FEMALE HORSE (7928) 15.1hh

10 YEAR OLD ROANBLUE FEMALE HORSE (7929) 14.2hh

4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7939) 15.2hh

10 YEAR OLD BUCKSKIN FEMALE HORSE (7943) 14.2hh (gregnate!!!!)

5 YEAR OLD GRULLA FEMALE HORSE (7950) 14.3hh

8 YEAR OLD CHESTNUT FEMALE HORSE (7946) 15.1hh (pragent!!!)

12 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7954) 14.3hh (pragnent)

7 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (7971) 14.2hh

4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8019) 15hh

8 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8031) 15.1hh (one blue eye)

4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8039) 15hh (one blue eye)

4 YEAR OLD APPALOOSA FEMALE HORSE (8102) 14.3hh

6 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8104) 14.2hh

4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8105) 15hh

6 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8107) 15hh

7 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8114) 14.3hh

15hh 9 Y EAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8121) (pargant!)

4 YEAR OLD PINTO FEMALE HORSE (8153) 15.1hh

#blm mustang #horse for sale #paint horse #pinto horse #tobiano #overo #pinto #equestrian #mustangs #wild horse #horses

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7954 Santa Monica Blvd looks exactly the same today as it did in the movie Cop (1988)

#james woods #james ellroy #Santa Monica Blvd #711 #tacos #mexican food #Filming Location #1980s #hollywood

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Interesting Papers for Week 37, 2023

Population dynamics of head-direction neurons during drift and reorientation. Ajabi, Z., Keinath, A. T., Wei, X.-X., & Brandon, M. P. (2023). Nature, 615(7954), 892–899.

Distinct roles of forward and backward alpha-band waves in spatial visual attention. Alamia, A., Terral, L., D’ambra, M. R., & VanRullen, R. (2023). eLife, 12, e85035.

Landmark-based spatial navigation across the human lifespan. Bécu, M., Sheynikhovich, D., Ramanoël, S., Tatur, G., Ozier-Lafontaine, A., Authié, C. N., … Arleo, A. (2023). eLife, 12, e81318.

Subjective signal strength distinguishes reality from imagination. Dijkstra, N., & Fleming, S. M. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 1627.

Measuring cognitive effort without difficulty. Fleming, H., Robinson, O. J., & Roiser, J. P. (2023). Cognitive, Affective, & Behavioral Neuroscience, 23(2), 290–305.

Coding of object location by heterogeneous neural populations with spatially dependent correlations in weakly electric fish. Haggard, M., & Chacron, M. J. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(3), e1010938.

Identifying causal subsequent memory effects. Halpern, D. J., Tubridy, S., Davachi, L., & Gureckis, T. M. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(13), e2120288120.

THINGS-data, a multimodal collection of large-scale datasets for investigating object representations in human brain and behavior. Hebart, M. N., Contier, O., Teichmann, L., Rockter, A. H., Zheng, C. Y., Kidder, A., … Baker, C. I. (2023). eLife, 12, e82580.

Severely Attenuated Visual Feedback Processing in Children on the Autism Spectrum. Knight, E. J., Freedman, E. G., Myers, E. J., Berruti, A. S., Oakes, L. A., Cao, C. Z., … Foxe, J. J. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(13), 2424–2438.

Speed-accuracy tradeoffs in decision making: Perception shifts and goal activation bias decision thresholds. Larson, J. S., & Hawkins, G. E. (2023). Journal of Experimental Psychology: Learning, Memory, and Cognition, 49(1), 1–32.

Adaptive tuning of human learning and choice variability to unexpected uncertainty. Lee, J. K., Rouault, M., & Wyart, V. (2023). Science Advances, 9(13).

Robust deep learning object recognition models rely on low frequency information in natural images. Li, Z., Ortega Caro, J., Rusak, E., Brendel, W., Bethge, M., Anselmi, F., … Pitkow, X. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(3), e1010932.

The temporal dynamics of the Stroop effect from childhood to young and older adulthood. Ménétré, E., & Laganaro, M. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(3), e0256003.

Capacity Limits Lead to Information Bottlenecks in Ongoing Rapid Motor Behaviors. Moulton, R. H., Rudie, K., Dukelow, S. P., Benson, B. W., & Scott, S. H. (2023). ENeuro, 10(3), ENEURO.0289-22.2023.

Stimulating human prefrontal cortex increases reward learning. Overman, M. J., Sarrazin, V., Browning, M., & O’Shea, J. (2023). NeuroImage, 271, 120029.

Theta-gamma phase amplitude coupling in a hippocampal CA1 microcircuit. Ponzi, A., Dura-Bernal, S., & Migliore, M. (2023). PLOS Computational Biology, 19(3), e1010942.

A dynamical model of C. elegans thermal preference reveals independent excitatory and inhibitory learning pathways. Roman, A., Palanski, K., Nemenman, I., & Ryu, W. S. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(13), e2215191120.

Targeting neural correlates of placebo effects. Romanella, S. M., Mencarelli, L., Burke, M. J., Rossi, S., Kaptchuk, T. J., & Santarnecchi, E. (2023). Cognitive, Affective, & Behavioral Neuroscience, 23(2), 217–236.

Disturbances in primary visual processing as a function of healthy aging. Springer, S. D., Erker, T. D., Schantell, M., Johnson, H. J., Willett, M. P., Okelberry, H. J., … Wilson, T. W. (2023). NeuroImage, 271, 120020.

Interaction between Theta Phase and Spike Timing-Dependent Plasticity Simulates Theta-Induced Memory Effects. Wang, D., Parish, G., Shapiro, K. L., & Hanslmayr, S. (2023). ENeuro, 10(3), ENEURO.0333-22.2023.

#neuroscience #science #research #brain science #scientific publications #cognitive science #neurobiology #cognition #psychophysics #neurons #neural computation #neural networks

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John Harris: Survival - Tor Books #7954, December 2017

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End of 2022 ??? Fic Rec List

[Hatte ja schon angekündigt, auch für 2022 wieder eine Fic Rec List machen zu wollen, und hier ist sie jetzt also. Beinhaltet: Link und Kurzbeschreibung des/der Autor_in, Raiting, getaggte Charaktere und wordcount. Die Reihenfolge ist streng chronologisch (außer bei zusammengehörigen stories). Und ich führe ausschließlich beendete Stories auf. Sorry, dass der Post so lang ist, aber es fühlt sich falsch an, irgendwo arbitrarily ein readmore zu setzen.]

Distractions (ff.de/ao3) by ramenturtle (@maislabyrinthsverirrung); E; Peter/Skinny; 1164 Wörter

Während Skinny in der Bibliothek versucht ein Geschäft klar zu machen, wird er von einem außerordentlich konzentrierten Peter Shaw und seinem Bleistift gestört.

Totgesagte leben länger (ff.de/ao3) by 4yana/Ann4yana (@thymelessink); P18/M; Justus/Hugenay, Peter, Bob; 16838 Wörter

Die drei Fragezeichen bekommen den Auftrag, einen ihnen bekannten Dieb zu jagen. Besonders Justus macht der Fall diesmal zu schaffen.

Der unzuverlässige Erzähler by @pointwhitmark

Renaissance (ff.de/ao3); E; Peter/Cotta, Cotta/Reynolds; 7954 Wörter

Peter will ein Fantasie Cottas Wirklichkeit werden lassen und kommt noch spät in dessen Büro. Schließlich erfährt er auch noch ein gut gehütetes Geheimnis und ihm wird ein sehr spezielles Angebot gemacht.

Von Füchsen und Telefonen (ff.de/ao3); E; Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Cotta; 11652 Wörter

„So, du und Reynolds. Kann ich mir irgendwie nicht vorstellen.“ ODER Cotta erzählt Peter von seinem ersten Zusammentreffen mit Reynolds und die logische Konsequenz sind Telefonsex und philosophische Gespräche.

Vom Bittersüßen und Unbegreifbaren (ff.de/ao3); T; Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Cotta; 7105 Wörter

Ein weiteres Telefonat zwischen Peter und Cotta; über Hochzeiten und Tragödien.

Zwischenspiele, Träume und beste Freunde (ff.de/ao3); E; Cotta/Peter, Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Reynolds; 25202 Wörter

Weitere Geschichten von Cotta und Reynolds und was Peters Unterbewusstsein so daraus macht.

Weihnachten ist für die Kinder (ff.de/ao3); E; Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Cotta; 32395 Wörter

Cotta und Peter sehen sich in Rocky Beach wieder. Cotta erzählt von einer eskalierenden Weihnachtsfeier, über seinen neuen vierbeinigen Mitbewohner bis hin zu (k)einer Schwangerschaft. Series

Manchmal lohnt sich ein Einbruch (ff.de/ao3); E; Peter/Cotta, Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Reynolds; 6597 Wörter

Als Stand-alone lesbar. Peter, schon länger in Rocky Beach als Einbrecher unterwegs, bricht aus Versehen ausgerechnet bei Kommissar Reynolds ein und wird zu allem Überfluss von Inspektor Cotta dabei erwischt. Die beiden Polizisten sind aber bereit, von einer Verhaftung und Anzeige anzusehen – gegen eine gewisse Gegenleistung.

Der große Knall (ff.de/ao3); E; Cotta/Peter, Cotta/Reynolds, Peter/Reynolds; 33443 Wörter

Peter erfährt, wie für Cotta und Reynolds erst alles sehr viel schlimmer wird, ehe es besser wird. Außerdem erfährt er, dass Cotta eine kalifornische Kulturtechnik nicht beherrscht und bekommt eine weitere seiner geheimsten Fantasien in die Tat umgesetzt.

Zum Geburtstag (ff.de/ao3) by 4yana/Ann4yana; P12/G; Justus/Victor; 2233 Wörter

Peter und Justus beschatten nachts eine Schmugglerbande. Als der Käufer auftaucht, nimmt sich Justus vor, zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe zu schlagen.

I always say the wrong things (ff.de/ao3) by Chreaders; P18; Peter/Skinny, 4294 Wörter

Obwohl Peter dachte, er wäre besser auf diese Wörter vorbereitet gewesen, fühlte es sich an als hätte ihm jemanden ein Eimer kaltes Wasser übergeschüttet. Immerhin schien Skinny nicht aufzufallen, was in Peters Kopf vorging. Oder wenn er etwas merkte, sagte er zumindest nichts dazu. Wahrscheinlich war es ihm auch einfach egal. - Peter macht sich viel zu viele Gedanken, Skinny vielleicht ein bisschen zu wenig -

One week (ff.de/ao3) by @manahiel; G; Cotta, Goodween, assorted other Rocky Beach Cops; 9040 Wörter

Es ist Goodweens erste Woche im Rocky Beach Police Department und bisher hätte alles nicht schlechter laufen können: die Kollegen, mit denen er sich gut versteht, sind angeblich korrupt und Cotta, um den sich das Ganze zu drehen scheint, nimmt ihn mit zu einem Einsatz zu den "Drei Fragezeichen" - irgendeiner ominösen Gruppe, von der Goodween sich noch nicht sicher ist, wer oder was sie sind. (Oder: wie Goodween in den Besitz seiner ersten Visitenkarte der Drei Fragezeichen kam und sich beinahe niemals mit Cotta und den anderen angefreundet hätte)

Postisometrische Relaxation (ff.de/ao3) by @dodo157; E; Peter/Cotta, Jeffrey, Justus, Bob; 14019 Wörter

Peter. Cotta. Fitnessstudio. Sport frei!

Happy Valentine’s Day (ff.de/ao3) by Begon; P18/M; Skinny/Dylan; 1793 Wörter

Dylan gibt Skinny einen weiteren Grund, den Valentinstag zu hassen.

What’s Almost Killing Me Is Being Sober (ff.de/ao3) by Tiargo; P16/M; Skinny/OC; 2123 Wörter

„Sind die zwei Minuten um?“ Jenna sah auf ihr Handy, dann auf den Test den sie zwischen ihren Fingern hielt. Und nur der kurze Augenblick in dem sie erstarrte, verriet Skinny was er wissen musste, sie war schwanger.

GOT YOUR NAME ON MY ASS TATTOOED (ff.de/ao3) by 400Lux (@keravnous); P18; Skinny/Bob; 10569 Wörter

Skinner und Stan besuchen einen Stripclub, Skinner kocht über vor jealousy, jealousy und markiert sein Territorium. [skinny/stan 18+], inspo von momdailykos ohrring!au

Sommerhitze (ff.de/ao3) by motherfucking_vigilance (@maxwellshimbo); E; Justus/Peter/Bob; 5346 Wörter

Justus kommt nach einer Studienreise endlich wieder nach Hause. Peter und Bob erwarten ihn schon.

Mitternächtliches Gedankenkarussell (ff.de/ao3) by Anaho; not rated; Peter/Skinny; 445 Wörter

Auch Mitten in der Nacht wird Peter nun von Gedanken an Skinny geplagt, doch dieses Mal missfallen ihm die Gedanken nicht so sehr wie sie sollten…

Kleines Kätzchen (ff.de/ao3) by Anaho; T; Peter/Skinny; 1471 Wörter

“Stört dich etwa der Gedanke, Shaw?”, fragte Skinny nachdem sie sich voneinander gelöst hatten. “Vielleicht”, gab Peter offen zu. Ein kleines Lächeln zeichnete sich auf seinem Gesicht ab. “Vielleicht würde ich den Leuten gerne zeigen, dass du doch einen Besitzer hast. Jemanden, zu dem du immer wieder zurückkommst” “Und wie würdest du das machen? Etwa mit nem kleinen Lederhalsband?”

Niemandes Tochter (ff.de/ao3) by nitrosyl (@lesen-schreiben-bruchrechnen); P18; Brittany; 5236 Wörter

Lügnerin, Betrügerin, Diebin. Mutter Märtyrin. Sie hat diesen liebevollen, weichen Jungen ruiniert, das weiß Brittany. Sie nimmt alles und gibt nichts. Die gefallene Frau. Sie lässt sich zerstören, für eine Nacht innerhalb von vier Wänden, mit jemandem, den sie nicht kennt. Ist er anders als andere? Sie weiß nicht, zu wem man betet. Sie geht auf die Knie. Sie sollte sich schämen. Aber da ist nur Leere.

Gespenster im Kopf (ff.de/ao3) by @moonyinatrenchcoat; not rated; Bob/Skinny; 8577 Wörter

Skinny spukt einiges durch den Kopf. Bob macht das ganze erst schlimmer, dann besser.

beneath the rose tendrils (ff.de/ao3) by Peaches Allister (@bruisesandbitemarks); P18; Justus/Skinny; 6533 Wörter

Gemeinsam mit seinen Kollegen verfolgt Justus die Spur zweier Drogendealer und kehrt nicht mehr zurück - und das ausgerechnet an dem Tag, an dem er mit Kochen dran ist! Skinny ist nicht für seinen langen Geduldsfaden bekannt. Besonders dann nicht, wenn er hungrig ist. Er beschließt, ihm den Arsch zu retten. Natürlich nur um an seine heißgeliebte Lasagne zu kommen! [Justus X Skinny - slightly established relationship]

Einen Schritt voraus (ff.de/ao3) by 4yana/Ann4yana; P16/T; Justus/Victor, Peter, Bob; 4687 Wörter

Bei dem Versuch, wertvolle Gemälde zurückzuholen, wird Justus angefahren und landet im Krankenhaus.

Muttertocher (ff.de/ao3) by nitrosyl; P16; Brittany; 4915 Wörter

Was ist sie: ein Teufel, eine Hexe, die gefallene Frau. Sie hintergeht und sie zerstört. Sie verführt und belügt. Sie nimmt alles und gibt nichts. Wenn es ohnehin jeder denkt, wieso sollte sie es dann nicht wahrmachen? Brittany wird auf freien Fuß gesetzt, nachdem der Franzose und der Nachtschatten des Jaccard-Gemäldes nicht habhaft werden konnten – aber sie braucht die beiden nicht. Sie hat längst etwas anderes ins Auge gefasst, sie fühlt keine Scham; sie will, was sie verdient. Vielleicht auch ein bisschen Rache.

Wetteinsätze (ff.de/ao3) by @manahiel; G; Caroline/Monique, Cotta/Goodween; Justus, Peter, Bob; 2136 Wörter

Monique hielt Caroline sanft am Oberarm fest, bevor diese ihrem armen Bruder, der seine Worte bestimmt wirklich nicht auf diese Weise gemeint hatte, noch den Kopf abriss, lächelte ihr augenzwinkernd zu und baute sich dann vor Cotta und Goodween auf, rollte probehalber ihre Schultern zurück. „Lass mich das mal regeln, Caro. - Also, Jungs, was haltet ihr von einer Wette?" Grinsend sah sie zu ihnen hinauf. Goodween verlagerte sein Gewicht schon den ganzen Tag auf sein rechtes Bein, weil er letzte Nacht bei einem Bar-Einsatz an der Stelle etwas abbekommen hatte. Cotta war sowieso immer übermüdet. Das würde viel zu einfach werden.

Oder: Cotta und Goodween verlieren eine Wette.

Ein Angebot von Zärtlichkeit (ff.de/ao3) by nitrosyl; P18; Peter/Skinny/Kelly; 28779 Wörter

Etwas weckt Peter. Neben ihm schläft Kelly, aber das Zweite, was er sieht, ist ein bloßer Rücken: Jemand sammelt seine Anziehsachen von ihrem Schlafzimmerfußboden auf. Sie haben gestern auf der Party einen jungen Mann mit nach Hause genommen – dass es ausgerechnet dieser junge Mann ist, das erwartet Peter nach dem Aufwachen nicht. | Kelly x Peter x Skinny | College-AU

Kids and drunk tell the truth (ff.de/ao3) by October_Blonde; G; Justus, Peter, Bob, Cotta; 2281 Wörter

Nach einer Schlägerei landen die drei Detektive bei Inspektor Cotta. Während Bob alles lustig findet und Justus nicht aufhören kann zu Fachsimpeln, ehe er seine Existenz hinterfragt, kann Peter nicht aufhören mit dem Inspektor zu flirten.

Unvermeidbar (ff.de/ao3) by @manahiel; G; Cotta/Goodween; Justus, Peter, Bob; 2760 Wörter

Egal, wo Cotta ist - irgendwie schaffen es die drei Fragezeichen immer in seiner Nähe aufzutauchen, auch, wenn er eigentlich gerade sehr gerne mit Goodween alleine sein würde.

Intoxicated (ff.de/ao3) by Tiargo; P16/M; Skinny/Dylan, Skinny/Peter; 10706 Wörter

Skinny muss erleben, dass Liebe ein Gefängnis sein kann in das er sich selbst gesperrt hat.

Bubbles (ff.de/ao3) by @crazy-walls; P6/G; Bubbles, Cotta, Caroline; 775 Wörter

Weihnachtsvorbereitungen im Hause Cotta aus einer ganz besonderen Perspektive.

Bobby (ff.de/ao3) by @pointwhitmark; E(ao3locked); Bob/Skinny, Bob/Cotta, mentioned Bob/Kelly; 3831 Wörter MIND THE TAGS

Bob hat Mist gebaut. Bob braucht dringend Geld. Bob sieht jünger aus als er ist. Skinny hat die richtigen Kontakte, um das zu Geld zu machen. Die Aktion nimmt eine bedrohliche Wendung, als Cotta sich als ‚Kunde‘ entpuppt.

Außerdem eigentlich alles von @alintheshitposter (ff.de/ao3) zB Luxuskörper (Plural) (ff.de/ao3) und @peppsta (ff.de/ao3) zB Eine Pause (ff.de/ao3)

#fic rec #end of 2022 #die drei fragezeichen #die drei ???#drei fragezeichen #yes i'm definitely biased but it's less 'exclusively friends of mine' than last year? xD #if you're looking for peter/bob you might want to try making your own rec list because i barely read that anymore #@alintheshitposter und @peppsta hoffe ihr verzeiht mir diese form des recs aber da war einfach die auswahl zu groß 🙈😄#falls jemand hier nicht getaggt ist der aber auch (unter anderem namen) auf tumblr ist shoot me a message and i'll tag you #und auch andersherum if you want to remain mysterious but i linked you to your ao3/ff.de account here i'll remove it if you want xD #anyways #finds super faszinierend wie viel im endeffekt doch nicht crossposted wird #also falls jemand generell nur auf einer der beiden seiten unterwegs ist: hier ist meine liste dessen was ihr vielleicht verpasst habt!#long post #kaj rambles

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👆 SR-71A 2005 61-7954 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2006 61-7955 Air Force Flight Test Museum Edwards AFB, CA

SR-71B 2007 61-7956 Air Zoo Aerospace & Science Experience Portage, MI

SR-71B 2008 61-7957 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2009 61-7958 Museum of Aviation Foundation Robbins AFB, GA

SR-71A 2010 61-7959 USAF Armament Museum Eglin AFB, FL

SR-71A 2011 61-7960 Castle Air Museum Atwater, CA

SR-71A 2012 61-7961 Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center Hutchinson, KS

SR-71A 2013 61-7962 Imperial Ware Museum - Duxford Duxford, England

SR-71A 2014 61-7963 Beale AFB Beale AFB, CA

SR-71A 2015 61-7964 Strategic Air Command & Aerospace Museum Ashland, NE

SR-71A 2016 61-7965 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2017 61-7966 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2018 61-7967 8th Air Force Museum Barksdale AFB, LA

SR-71A 2019 61-7968 Museum of Science, Richmond, Virginia

SR-71A 2020 61-7969 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2021 61-7970 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2022 61-7971 Evergreen Aviation Museum McMinnville, OR

SR-71A 2023 61-7972 Smithsonian National Air & Space Museum Chantilly, VA

SR-71A 2024 61-7973 Blackbird Airpark Palmdale, CA

SR-71A 2025 61-7974 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2026 61-7975 March Field Museum March AFB, CA

SR-71A 2027 61-7976 National Museum of the US Air Force Wright-Patterson AFB, OH

SR-71A 2028 61-7977 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2029 61-7978 Destroyed in accident

SR-71A 2030 61-7979 Airman Heritage Museum Lackland AFB, TX

SR-71A 2031 61-7980 Armstrong Flight Research Center Edwards AFB, CA

SR-71C 2000 61-7981 Hill Aerospace Museum Hill AFB, UT

This is where the SR 71’s ended up. If you’re traveling this summer take a look at the list and make a point to see one of these magnificent airplanes Linda Sheffield.

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Reversal

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/24yNfWJ by Ludwiggle73 In America’s truck, England reminisces about past sexual encounters and then, against all odds, tries something new. Words: 7954, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 9 of Nationverse Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: England (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Denmark (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia), England/Prussia (Hetalia), England/Russia (Hetalia), Denmark/England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Flashbacks, Historical Hetalia, Religious Guilt, Semi-Public Sex, Nationverse (Hetalia), Sexual Tension, Rough Oral Sex, Choking, Light Dom/sub, Sexual Fantasy, Multiple Partners, Grinding, Dry Humping, Romantic Friendship, Intimacy, Strength Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, Porn With Plot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/24yNfWJ

#usuk #usukus #ukus #aph usuk #usk #米英 #べいえい #味覚音痴コンボ #アルアサ #hetalia #fanfiction #hws usuk

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Naptime: Chapter Two, 7954 C.R.C

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“Obi-Wan,” said Bant, quiet and soft in her sympathy. “It’s only the flu.”

“I know.” He looked down at Anakin, at his sweat-sheened brow and flushed cheeks, at how he twitched and mumbled in his sleep. He remembered having the flu himself - a bit older than Anakin, granted, but still - and how it was nowhere near that bad.

“He’ll be alright.”

“I can hardly leave him,” he said, knowing what she was aiming at. Bant gave him a look and he blushed, but didn’t relent. “He asked me to stay.”

She gave him a critical once-over. “Have you eaten today?”

“Of course,” he said, and it wasn’t a lie. He’d eaten at breakfast, fruit and a little bread, with Anakin sat beside him with his cereal. And then, in morning lesson, Anakin had collapsed, burning hot, despite the fact he’d been completely fine all day so far, and Obi-Wan hadn’t left his side since then.

It was approaching dinner now, but Obi-Wan wasn’t hungry.

He just kept… Going over things in his head. Things he hadn’t seen, but perhaps should have. Anakin had eaten at breakfast - eaten everything, Obi-Wan had seen - but had he eaten with less enthusiasm than usual? Obi-Wan didn’t know. Hadn’t been paying enough attention.

A thousand other thoughts, possibilities - Anakin had taken a while to wake that morning, but was that abnormal? And he’d been quiet, but sometimes he was in the morning, struck by the crowds of the refectory - floated endlessly around his brain. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sank deeper into the hospital chair.

“I don’t want to leave him,” he confessed.

“I know,” said Bant, not unsympathetically. “But you’re going to. I’ve called Luminara.”

This was not a bluff. Luminara arrived not five minutes later.

(Treachery, Obi-Wan decided.)

He found himself in the refectory, still scowling, a bowl of fruit in front of him. He wasn’t quite sure where it came from; he supposed Luminara must have fetched it for him whilst he was distracted, looking for an exit strategy.

“It’s not that I’m not glad to see you,” he said, honest even if he was a little absent. “I know it’s been a while…”

“You’ve been busy with your Padawan,” she said. “I understand.”

She gestured at his bowl and he ate. The faster he complied, after all, the faster he’d be back where he was meant to be, even if the thought of eating made him vaguely nauseated.

“I remember Barriss’ first illness,” she said, picking at her own food. “It was dreadful.”

Obi-Wan blinked. He knew better, of course, to assume that any Jedi had perfect control of their emotions at all times, but Luminara had always seemed a little closer to that perfection than anyone else. He ought to remember any break in her calm, and yet…

“You were off-world,” she said, absolving him, “and I didn’t like to discuss it afterwards. I think part of me was afraid to, as if it would happen again.”

“How…” He swallowed, let his eyes fall from hers to the tattoos on her chin. (Still polite, just about, but far easier to manage.) “How did you stop being afraid?”

“She got better. She was ill again, she got better again. The same as you, the same as I, the same as countless other beings in the galaxy.”

Obi-Wan took a too-shaky breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. It was that simple. That logical. That impossible.”

“Obi-Wan,” she said, horribly gentle. “What are you really afraid of?”

“Failing him.”

It left his mouth without hesitation and he realised he’d never known that before. And that he’d always known it. And that he didn’t know who ‘he’ was. And that he knew exactly who ‘he’ was.

Luminara, blessedly, did not ask.

“It is not your failing,” she said. “It’s nobody’s fault. The flu is indiscriminate.”

“I know,” he said.

“Bant is a wonderful healer. Anakin is in good hands.”

“I know,” he said again.

“This isn’t helping, is it?”

“Not really.”

She stood, taking their bowls. He was surprised to notice that his was empty, too.

“Come,” she said. “We’re going for a walk.”

This was not the first time one of Obi-Wan’s friends had forced him to go for a walk. It had, in fact, happened on so many separate occasions that he sometimes wondered if he’d been mistaken for a massif. Usually, the walk was to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was Obi-Wan’s favourite room, so his friends tried to take him whenever he was stressed. The sound of rushing water was an excellent soundtrack for meditation, and the Living Force was strong there, reminding Obi-Wan a great deal of his Master.

(For Obi-Wan’s part, he greatly preferred visiting the fountains when in a good mood, lest he attach negative memories to it.)

That was not where Luminara took him.

Luminara took him to the Temple doors and then beyond them, breezing easily past his protests. She led the way through winding roads he didn’t recognise, and that was when he realised this really was a walk, not a euphemism for a short stroll followed by enforced meditation.

He’d never been more relieved in his life.

“I did not think meditation would be helpful,” she said. Apparently he’d been projected.

“It wouldn’t have been,” he said. “I’m too…”

“Wired?”

“Anxious.” He might as well call it what it was. “When Anakin’s better, maybe then I can, but right now…”

She hushed him, but it was gentle, kind, slightly amused. “Don’t think. Just walk.”

He obeyed. This was Luminara, after all. She was easy to trust. Easy to follow.

She took him through the mid-levels of Coruscant, but kept them distant from anywhere he knew. Likely wanted to keep his brain from latching onto something familiar to dwell on. Instead he let himself drift amongst the smells of the city - the engines flying above, the shops and carts of the streets below - and focussed on the sounds of footsteps, his and hers, doubled over each other, and his and Qui-Gon’s, which would never meet again, and his and Anakin’s, that sometimes seemed to stretch out ahead forever, setting the path Obi-Wan would walk for the rest of his life.

“I worry about attachment.”

Luminara’s footsteps did not falter. There was a flicker in the Force, a quiet triumph, smothered quickly by the blanket of her shields. Obi-Wan did not begrudge her that.

“I know that one day he’ll be knighted and I’ll have to let him go,” he said, because he did know that. “And it’s not that I want to keep him from that. It’s just…”

Still they kept walking. He stared down at the floor, neon lights reflected and distorted in puddles of something that wasn’t rain.

“I think that losing him would destroy me.” The truth of it damn near choked him. “Whatever came out wouldn’t be Obi-Wan anymore.”

There was heartbreak in Luminara’s eyes, but her voice did not waver. “Is that how you feel without Qui-Gon?”

He was already shaking his head before she finished the question. “It was hard, but I survived it.”

“Then what is the difference?”

“He’s my Padawan. It’s my duty to protect him. To raise him to knighthood.” He tugged at his fringe. He’d decided to grow his hair out, but right now it only frustrated him by failing to be as grippable as his braid had been. “I swore to him that he would be a Jedi.”

Luminara nodded. “And?”

Damn her. Damn her for knowing that wasn’t it, damn her for knowing better than Obi-Wan did what was bothering him. Probably she’d known it even before coming to fetch him. Probably she’d been trying to draw it out of him this entire blasted time.

She was good like that, even when Obi-Wan really wished she wasn’t.

“I promised Qui-Gon that I would train him,” he said at last. “So failure doesn’t just hurt Anakin, it betrays the last thing Master Jinn ever asked of me.”

“I am proud of you for seeing it,” she said. She also began leading the way home, which confirmed Obi-Wan’s theories. “Now I wonder, are you attached to Anakin, or to your promise?”

“I…” He considered it. The thought of failing his Master was devastating. The idea of hurting Anakin was… impossible. “I don’t know.”

Luminara nodded like she’d expected that, and looped her arm with his. “A question to be worked through with a mind healer, perhaps?”

It was a hint about as subtle as a smack to the head. He bowed his, with a rueful smile. “I think you may be right.”

She smiled right back. “I often am.”

They reached the Temple suspiciously quickly. Obi-Wan suspected a shortcut.

(He resolved, on a less emotional day, to have Luminara teach him the route.)

He stopped at the door, and she stopped too. It was hard to meet her eyes, but he forced himself to. “Thank you,” he said. “For-”

His comm beeped urgently and he frowned at it, losing his train of thought. Luminara gestured for him to answer, so she no doubt had an excellent view of his face going pale, of the guilt flooding back in an unholy rush.

“Forgive me,” he said, “I have to-”

“Go,” she said simply, and Obi-Wan ran.

From: Bantling (Work)

A’s awake, asking for you.

Cannot settle him.

Sorry to ask, please come back.

“Master!”

Anakin’s eyes were wide, and his bottom lip was trembling, and his skin was pale and clammy, and Force, Obi-Wan never should have left him.

“Padawan,” he said, trying not to show his emotion too plainly. “How are you feeling?”

“You said you’d stay!”

“I know,” he said, going to Anakin’s side, taking the familiar seat. “I know, Padawan. I’m sorry.”

Anakin settled a little as Obi-Wan ran a hand over his forehead, brushing the fringe back from his sweat-sticky face. He still, however, looked perfectly miserable. “You left me alone.”

Somehow, Obi-Wan sensed that mentioning Bant’s presence would not be the right move.

“I won’t do it again,” he said.

“I had nightmares without you.”

“I’m here now. You can go back to sleep.”

“You promise you won’t leave me?”

Bant tried to catch his eye. Obi-Wan steadfastly ignored her. “I promise.”

#Phoenix_Rose #kittonafoxgirl #swbb2023 #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #luminara unduli #padawan anakin #sickness #(it's the space!flu and not really described)

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