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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world

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Haunting Camelot -A Merthur fanfic

The sun reflected brightly in the dark waters of the lake. Barely visible between the green trees. There was something alluring about the black surface of the cold and wet depth. Merlin couldn’t help but gaze into the distance, squinting his eyes to try and shut out those warm rays of sunshine, letting his blue eyes be drawn by the lake, the bustling sounds of the market square being drowned out. His attention drawn away from the chickens and pigs running around, merchants trying to sell their ware, shouting out whatever they needed for attention or the knights laughing hard below him on the training grounds on the lower level of the castle grounds. Merlin’s hands resting on the rough surface of the stone wall. There was, however, one sound that could never be silenced.

“Merlin!”

Turning around to see Arthur approaching at a fast pace while trying to get through the large crowds of servants, lords and ladies, Merlin’s eyes shifted to the cabbage stall behind the prince, already knowing what insult he could use next.

“Where were you? Did you really think I could do it on my own?”

With a laugh, Merlin turned his back, raising his hand to block out the sun. His eyes going back to the hundreds of dark green trees, their pointy leaves rustling in the breeze, the lake peeking out between the wood and replied “Of course not, you are a cabbagehead.”

A ghost standing in the rain, his long white beard dancing around in all directions as the heavy wind is nearly blowing off his hat. The harsh cold hitting his face, being the only sign he is still alive after all these centuries. Merlin’s eyes once again focused on the lake. The lake where Arthur rests. The wind reaching his tired and old body now that the trees are gone. The forest green colours that once decorated Camelot now gone. Dark clouds looming over the streetlights, darkening the houses on the other side of the lake. The streetlight right above him is broken. Turning away from the painful reminder of his failure to keep his prince safe, Merlin stares at the road ahead of him.

No more castle walls, no more merchants or chickens and pigs. Just the sound of cars, lorries or motorcycles speeding by. No more people walking around under the clear sky, just vehicles in the rain.

Just him haunting the grounds.

The only thing left of Camelot is him and the lake. A ghost stuck in the past but forced to live in the future.

The only sign of life, being the smell of food cooking in the houses on the other side of the water.

Merlin pulled his scarf around his neck a bit tighter, keeping his back towards the lake, hating the sight of that dark cold depth that once calmed him. Now it is nothing more than a grave.

How long must it take for Arthur to return?

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The Knock

Summary: The same event from two different point of views. How is it possible that two different people experience the same thing in such various ways?

John Astrum had been stationed at Skylab for three months now. Being the first astronaut to spend five months completely isolated on the space station would have brought him the joys of fame. Instead, the poor man was hiding in a dark corner of the station. Three simple knocks on the latch towards the cold interstellar space made him flee to a safe corner and wait, trying to breathe silently. His fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to stay as quiet as possible as the lights started to flicker. His eyes darted back and forth across the room. Another knock from outside echoed through the station. John squeezed his eyes shut, his hand flying to his mouth trying to silence his whimpers. More knocking. John’s eyes trying to see anything in the flashes of the lights turning off and on. One more knock. Something sounding similar to a ‘hello’ bursting through the station before everything went black.

            This has been the most devious journey of my three hundred year life. When those pesky Americans asked me to be the first person alive to fly this peculiar ship outside the earth, I knew I had to do it. I, Laslo Ravensworthy, had to be the most famous person alive of course. Wait, I take that back, I am not in fact alive. Seventy and two hundred years ago, a beautiful woman appeared in my window and I, Laslo Ravensworthy, had to try and mount this mighty beast of a woman. Instead, the ravenous lady sucked me dry but was kind enough to turn me into a vampire. While conquering this journey to fame I may have forgotten the most important rule for a vampire such as I. One must be invited into someone’s house. Who would have thought Earth counted as a home? It has been thirty long years of me floating around in this dark hole that those pesky humans call space after our crafty ship exploded because of me. But now, I have a shot at going back to this earthy place. A metal tin floating around just as I, Laslo Ravensworthy, do. I am a vampire with manners obviously, so I knock three times. I wait for a moment as polite vampires do while floating around between the stars, staring at the ugly metal box in front of my luscious figure. No sound coming from this particular box. I knock again. Still nothing. I knock once more but still no answer. “What a rude bastard!” Trying to stay in my role as polite vampire I knock on this floating space device once more. “Hello! I would like to go back to Earth but I cannot without your gracious invitation!” Whomever is inside this crafty spaceship is not as polite as I, Laslo Ravensworthy. “Hello, could you please invite me in, my dear fellow?” Why do these tedious humans never invite me in?

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You're on Your Own, Kid

You always have been. You always will be. That’s what I always told myself. No one on my side, no one by my side, no one to rely on.

You’re on your own, kid.

But then there was you.

A time the world became isolated, barely anyone on the street, not a face in sight. Yet, I was not alone. Unexpectedly, your name popped up on my screen every few minutes, your name brought a smile to my face and in the abandoned streets it was us walking hand-in-hand, nervous for a possible future together. I had never expected that me, a girl with so many struggles, would be lucky enough to find someone as great as you. I always felt like a girl that most people found boring. A girl that rather sat at home with her books or a girl that would freak out over fictional characters. A girl that believed she was on her own.

I was the girl stuck in a dark cave, afraid to come out and show the world who she really was. But then you came and shone a light in the dark pit, leading me out of the safe caverns into the vast unknown.

Two long years you made me believe I was loved and I deserved my own spotlight in the museum of mankind.

And then you left.

You left, leaving me destroyed and feeling unworthy of love. All my problems were too much to handle. I was too much for you. Too much.

You’re on your own, kid.

No one on my side, no one by my side, no one to rely on.

But you came back and I wasn’t on my own anymore. Another year, you managed to trick me into the blindness of love and I couldn’t spot the dangers around me. Slowly but surely in the corners of my eyes I saw flashes of red and this time I recognised the signs of danger.

Once again, you left.

But this time it was different.

Yes, you’re on your own, kid.

But you can face it. And you won’t have to face it all alone. I wasn’t too much, my problems weren’t too much and I was worthy of love. Just not the kind of love I had expected it to be. You may have left me, hoping to leave an emptiness behind in the gallery of my heart. Dark hollowness started to appear where there was once a portrait of your face. However, the portraits surrounding that darkened spot filled the void with colours bright and beautiful. My friends and family were always there and will always be there. I finally realised that because of your absence.

I will not back down into that cave, I will not feel unworthy because of you, I deserve my own place in mankind’s museum.

I cleaned your spot in the gallery of my heart and placed a new portrait there. My new future; a new school so I can become an elementary teacher, moving out of my parent’s house so I can invite everyone to my own home for tea, all the new adventures with the ones worthy of my love.

In the middle of that portrait is me, the one that will always manage to love me unconditionally. My hands are linked with the two most important things in my life. The people that always claim I am their best friend. My nieces.

Thank you for making me realise.

You’re not on your own, kid. You never have been and you never will be.

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Divine Reckoning -John Walker (Wattpad)

Hey everyone, this is the first chapter of my John Walker fanfiction over on Wattpad. For more chapters, you can check it over there and I'll post new chapters here as well. Just a disclaimer. Michaela's story is heavily inspired by the show Supernatural.

CHAPTER ONE

0.1 Your savior is here

MICHAELA  quietly stalked towards the dimmed sounds of grunts, blows, weapons firing or clashing. She finally reached the opening so she could peep around the corner. Cursing herself, the hunter watched silently as her targets tried to off one another. A blonde woman engaged in hand-to-hand with a man much bigger. His face was covered by a helmet and Michaela noticed the shield held in one of his arms, swinging towards the blonde. Flashes of a third party whirled around the room, almost like a ghost in combat with another masked figure also carrying a shield. 

"You're not even my target" she heard the blonde say. "You're mine!" replied the man Michaela knew as the shunned, former Captain America. Rolling her eyes, she finally stepped away from her hiding place, arms raised in surrender while yelling "Yeah, well, you're all my targets." 

Taking a few steps forward, a few of the lights in the vault burst, while Michaela prepared herself for the fight. Before she could say another word, the ghost-like figure appeared in front of her. The hunter side stepped the unknown person before they could touch her. With their back towards them, she effortlessly threw them to the other side of the room. For a split second, Michaela closed her eyes with a sigh, already regretting the decision she made when she decided to enter the warehouse. The masked figure previously in combat with the ghost sprinted towards her. Michaela threw a punch but the figure blocked it and they engaged in further combat. 

A hard, cold surface connected with the side of her face and the hunter grunted while she stumbled backwards. Quick as the speed of sound, she whirled her head towards the helmeted man who had just smacked her with his shield and was about to hit her again but this time with his fist. Geez, what a welcoming committee!  Before his fist could connect with her already aching face, she blocked him. With wide eyes, the man stared as his fist was held back by her own. The woman staring at him in challenge, cocking her head as if holding the super soldier's strenght back was the easiest thing in the world. The masked figure from before came up behind her but Michaela effortlessly kicked them towards the ghost further away while still holding on to the man. The man stood still with his fist still held by hers, not even fighting back as her free hand reached towards his face. The sound of a bullet being fired behind them didn't even face the hunter as she pressed two fingers against  his forehead and he fell down like a sack of patatoes. Michaela stared down at the former captain who was out cold. 

"What did you do?" asked the blonde with her gun raised. The hunter slowly tore her gaze away from the unconscious man. The ghostly figure tried to creep up on her side so Michaela raised her hand. The ghost stopped in her tracks, fully appearing in sight. Her mask disappeared, the ghost's hands going towards her neck while she started to cough. So the ghost is a she? And she's still alive. Right behind the choking ghost lady lay the lifeless body of the other shielded assailant. Michaela turned her attention away from the ghost, her hand still raised while the the woman fell to her knees. The hunter pointed her head to the blonde's gun. "That won't stop me."

Another gun shot rang through the vault. Michaela doubled down, her hands going towards her chest. A growl of pain escaping her. The ghost woman could finally breathe again and even the super soldier started to wake up again. He sat up, staring at the white-haired woman in front of him. Blood started to stain the space around her heart while she clutched the painful spot. Trough gritted teeth she spat "You sons of bitches, I'm trying to save your lives and this is the thanks I get!" 

The blond woman lowered her gun with knitted eyebrows. "You just dramatically announced that all of us were your targets and then you tried to kill us." Michaela let out another grunt, slowly straightening her back, still heaving. The blood once seeping through her patterned suit started to disappear. "How are you still standing?" The ghost lady asked in disbelief. The former Captain America circled around Michaela with squinted eyes and observed "A shot to the heart like that should have you dead on the ground in a second." 

The hunter raised her arms while rolling her eyes. "Sorry to disappoint captain Walmart." She turned her attention back to the blonde not noticing the offended look on the man's face. "I told you that wouldn't stop me. Or should I be more specific for you idiots and say that won't kill me." 

"Why?" the three targets asked in choir. 

"None of your business." 

Michaela adjusted the cream coloured trenchcoat over her tailored suit checking if there were any stains left on her clothes. Her choice of clothes standing out awkwardly against the rest in actual practical suits. Oh well, one of them had to choose fashion over comfort. Or should she call it practicalness. "If one of you could have let me finished talking, I would have told you that, yes, all of you are my targets but I was just here to try and warn you idiots."

"So, you're not here to kill us?" the man asked. Michaela scoffed. "Pff, please if I wanted to kill you, I could have done so the second I walked in." All three chuckled and the blonde replied "someone's confident". The hunter closed her eyes and wiped a hand across her face. Why on earth did she even decide to safe these people? "Can you all st-"

The hunter's words were cut short as the sound of something unlocking rang through her ears. She whirled around, her eyes darting across the dimly litted vault. In the corner of her eyes she spotted movement, her hands reaching for the gun in her coat and aiming it at the blue heap crawling out of a crate. She noticed the rest aimed their guns at the unkown person as well. A man dressed in some sort of pyjamas patted his bare feet towards the body on the floor. 

"Is she actually-" 

He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he noticed four weapons pointed at him, and the people behind them not even looking remotely friendly. He made a run for it but didn't get far as the door slammed shut, just a few inches from his face. With his hands raised in surrender and an expression like a deer in headlights, he hesitantly turned on his heels. Facing the menacing crowd of assassins he noticed Michaela slowly lowering her gun with knitted eyebrows. 

"I'm Bob."

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Let me know if I should post the rest here as well. Wattpad has more visuals and quicker updates

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Introduction

Hello everyone,

I am new to this whole writing thing on Tumblr. I've been a huge Tumblr user for years and now I felt that Ishould finally start to post things as well. I love to write and I was quite the fanfiction writer a few years back on Wattpad. I've decided to try it again on there and also venture to this lovely app.

I will be writing fanfics but maybe write some original stuff from time to time as well. If there are people with request they are always welcome to ask!

Lovely to meet everyone and I'm excited to see how this adventure will go!

Love,

Demi

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Divine Reckoning - John Walker (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/401384258-divine-reckoning-john-walker?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=demimcr "I used to think I was on some righteous path , Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it's just people trying to do their best in a world where it is far too easy to do your worst" OR In which Michaela Eden wanders the world alone after sacrificing her brother to defeat the Devil.