summary:
Patricia and Eddie are in trouble ~again~ and Victor has run out of punishment ideas!!
or
Manure fight take 2
for sibuna secret santa for @she-is-miller (I think?? your ao3 doesn't accept gifts but I think this is you) just almost on time!! thank you to tess @incorrectsibunaquotes for organising <3
summary: It was two-thirty am, approximately - Eddie said he could tell by the stars, his girlfriend said he was full of shit - and the two of them were stranded on the middle of Anubis House’s roof. This unfortunate situation had been triggered by a series of unlikely events involving the ‘most epic of epic dates ever’ and a falling ladder.
summary: She hadn’t cried when she got the phone call. She had been in the living room of her college apartment at the time, with a few of her housemates and friends. KT had asked what had happened and she’d told her; her aunt had passed peacefully in her sleep, some heart thing no one had known about kicking in overnight. The gathering dispersed, Eddie had been called from his own apartment not too far away, but Patricia stayed pretty much the same.
happy super belated holidays, tess @incorrectsibunaquotes I hope you enjoy! thank you to evie @house-of-secrets for organising <33
summary: “I’m just saying, you guys have a lot of annual traditions. I’m starting to believe you’re just making them up.”“KT, I promise the gingerbread house competition is real and it’s great and we are going to absolutely crush the boys like we always do.”
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As usual, Christmas at Anubis is an insane chaotic mess that none of them think they could live without.
summary: “I convinced dad that gardening club would be a good thing for us to focus our energy into, with us being such unruly misfits and all. Patricia raised an eyebrow. "He just doesn’t know I put said gardening club on the roof."
summary: sibuna are acting freakier than usual...deja vu anyone?
summary: “No! I cannot be cursed again! I refuse!” - It's Sibuna's final year at Amun Academy and a whole new 'Great Evil' is already in full swing! Luckily, as usual, things can only ever get worse from here.
CHAPTERS 1&2 ARE UP!
summary: The journey from Liverpool to Bournemouth was not a short one by any means, but at least this time Patricia wasn’t doing it alone. Not that she’d really remember.
for @sibunaranks in the peddie fic exchange, I hope you like it!
summary: Patricia tapped the dashboard anxiously. They were driving past a lot of trees. A suspicious amount even. She did not remember there being this many trees. But she kept her mouth shut anyway, she was not going to let him be right.
summary: “Guyssss,” Fabian slurred, his legs now being the only part of him remaining in the armchair. “How are we meant to get back downstairs?” They all went quiet for a moment. This hadn’t exactly been a very well thought out plan.
summary: prom and graduation had been a fun distraction. and once again, the world was saved. yet it didn't feel like victory. if he was never going to be the same again, had they really won...
more of 6 pls?🥺
since everyone seemed to want more of this one, i went ahead and posted it.
summary: illness has spread across Anubis House and so the remaining survivors must band together to stay sane. except eddie though. he smells like really bad, and kt has a sneaking suspicion he has cooties.
Patricia has the flu and is kinda being a dick about it.
This is like not my best writing at all because I wrote it a while ago when I was sick and delirious so I don’t wanna put it on ao3 so enjoy it here:
It was a rather uneventful week at Anubis House, for once. To the best of Eddie’s knowledge, doom wasn’t currently impending, and all the the ancient Egyptian gods and ghosts were hanging out wherever they usually hang out whenever they weren’t bothering Anubis’ second favourite paragon.
summary: She was back. He had her back. The world was saved. So why did he still feel like this?
summary: “Y’know what would make everything better?” She asked, sitting back up again to cross her legs.
“Therapy?” He tried.
“No.”
“See, I feel like that kinda attitude just proves my point-”
“Cookies.”
