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[fangedmagick]

@frreakfangs

He had been unsure of the time he returned. Could it have been days or months? 

He just knew he found his way home. While he would have missed Hawkins and his friend, he had to return home. He left a note outside his cottage door for the vampire to find. Just a simple if not sad goodbye.

I found my way home. I am sorry that I am leaving without saying goodbye.. shit move I guess as you would say it. My father and my friends are about to battle the darkest wizard of all time, and, if we succeed.. you will hear nothing of us in your history. Which is good, its a sign we won. 

Until then, this cottage is yours. Stay or go. You made Hawkins less boring, keep being you. This is getting mushy. I don’t expect you to forgive me for leaving. 

PS. Don’t eat my bird.

-Aurelius

Aurelius looked at the writing, wanting to write more. Confess that he may not ever return. Because he doubted he would survive much longer, be it fighting or withering away from the Obscurus. He would have hated Eddie seeing him like that.. dying without any hope of recovery. Selfish, maybe. But he’d been damned if he let his friend see him like that.

And by the time Eddie would find the letter, Aurelius was gone, scent lingering but disappearing. His bird remaining, holding the letter that would only be given to Eddie.

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Unfortunately for the youngest Dumbledore, he didn’t get a happy ending. He lived happy for a time. But turning on a dark and powerful wizard brought forth consequences.

Months would go by in Hawkins, while years went by in his world. Until he found himself using magic and reappearing in Hawkins. He was unsure if it was before or after meeting his friend. After the earthquake.

He was just pleased it was night, but the magic drained him, made him hungry. Thankfully the couple were able to provide him what he needed. 

Nails sharpened grabbed them and he bit into their throats, drinking them and dropping their bodies without a care. Their life hit the spot as the last bit of blood drained out of them and onto the forest floor. He would look the same besides sharper nails, a paler skin that began to gain color due to his feeding. Heart remained still.

He rips open the tent and glared at the last survivor inside, screaming for help, begging to spare her. That she wouldn’t tell a soul, etc. It all fell on deaf ears. He was full, but could use one more snack. 

[scarednotscarymoved]

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There’s a moment in which she pauses once they reach the living room, as if he’s just hit her with something. But he hasn’t, he would never. Not Eddie. But it is something he said that makes her wonder if now he regrets what he did back there in the Upside Down. She’s not exactly happy with the outcome either, but if he hadn’t run off and drawn the Demobats away, she wouldn’t be standing here and neither would Dustin, where ever the little scamp was.

“Do you regret it? Leading them away so Dustin and I could get out?”

It’s fine if he does because who wouldn’t? Just because he was breathing didn’t mean he had to like the circumstances of how it came to be. He’d never be the same, never be able to do all the things he wanted to do and it was all because he’d gone back so she and Dustin had a fighting chance.

“Do you regret saving us? Me?”

[dusterson]

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Dustin’s a limp ragdoll. Even as he whimpers in hoarse protest to being moved, the fight has bled out of him. At first, gathered in Eddie’s embrace, he didn’t release his grip on the hedge clippers. His anchor. But like the rest of his instinct to fight (or even get away), it slips from his grasp. Whatever part of his brain has the energy to recall the waking world exists, it’s not afraid. He’s safe. Dustin is irradiated with the smell of blood and that certain je ne sais quoi fragrance of fear, the chemicals still in his system; it’s okay now though, he’s safe. It’s okay.

His consciousness bubbles to the surface just enough for him to peer up at the dark shadow looming close to his face. He strains to push through exhaustion, pain, and dreams clawing from the back of his head towards the front. But his voice is a gurgled croak that very well could just be the creak of trees in the night gusts. If the vampire’s ears caught on to the trickery though, it’s easy to pick up the one, or possibly two words, that Dustin is able to stammer.

Ed?

Dad?

He wouldn't remember he said anything by the time they reach Eddie's hideout.

It'd take a long time for that time to arrive. As his wounds are inspected, Dustin tries to fall back into that soothing, cold blackness. He's terrified, every time the something in the pit of his mind reaches out. But it always feels so welcoming. And now his lungs ached to go home.

The two gouges dragged into his back keep him on the precipice of waking, and hold him there with their pain, the drums in the deep. Too tired to open both eyes, Dustin watches as Eddie turns and slips away out of sight. Bores a hole into the space where he'd been. God he's so tired. But maybe this is the dream, and when he wakes up he'll still be alone, and no one else was left. So he keeps that eye open. For as long as he can.

[mxrvelouscreations]

22 M/M Eddie n steeeeeeve perhaps 😳👉🏻👈🏻

Steve loved how Eddie sounded. He loved bringing him to moan, loved seeing the pleasure written across his face. They had been in the cabin when the mood had struck, thankful that no one else was around. Stripping off their clothes, Steve laid Eddie down on his back and moved to lay beside him, kissing him gently. His hand moved down between the other’s legs, fingers teasing over his hole. “I’ll go slow alright?” he whispered, a finger already moving to slip inside.

[liveshauntedmoved]

          “You doubting my spell work there Munson?”

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[glodnyupir]

@frreakfangs​

“Alright Axl Rose why don’t you roll for...... I don’t know perception, and tell me why you smell like you went down on a dirty fuckin leech?” Was it perception? Peter tried to make him play that table game once before but didn’t last. 

[hellxfireclub-archived]

❛  it’s better with you here... ❜ ✗ dustin & eddie 「 meme 」

@frreakfangs​ 

                              EDDIE'S   WORDS   LEFT   A   SICK   FEELING   in   the   pit   of   Dustin's   stomach.   It   felt   a   little   too   sentimental,   like   the   older   guy   knew   something   wasn't   going   to   go   to   plan.   Then   again,   maybe   he   was   just   being   paranoid   because   they   were   about   to   walk   willingly   into   hell.   So   he   attempted   to   force   a   bright   smile   though   it   didn't   quite   reach   his   eyes.   ❝   You   getting   soft   on   me?   ❞   he   teased   gently.   

A   soft   sigh   leaves   him   and   he   tilts   his   head   back   to   look   up   at   the   sky.   He   can't   pretend   he's   not   scared   out   of   his   mind   bu...he   really   does   hope   they   all   make   it   out   of   this   okay.   ❝   It's   better   with   you   here,   too.   ❞

[chivalrites]

Eddddddddiee n jefffy pooo 😳😳 whom kissed who firsst

in depth shipping meme.

Jeff did, actually. It wasn’t very long after they met. He kissed Eddie on the cheek during recess. There was absolutely no romantic intent behind it. He was so ecstatic to have someone who wanted to spend time with him that he found he couldn’t verbalize his joy and instead communicated it in another way.