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imagine-by-susu · 1 year
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Logan Howlett/Wolverine x F!Summers!Reader - That’s my sister!
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GIF IS NOT MINE! Requested by @thefandomdiaries07  Word Count: 1,819 Summary: You’re Scott Summers’ younger Sister and you’re dating the Wolverine in secret, until Scott finds out... Warnings: mentions of age gap, fight scene (nothing too graphic), bit of angst but with happy ending Requests are open
______________________________________________________________ You took a moment to think about what decision in your life had brought you into this scenario. How you, (Y/N) Summers, elegit member of the X-Men and sister to one of the greatest Mutants out there, pressed into a wall in an abandoned corridor of the X-Mansion with the Wolverine pressed into your body while his lips traced down your neck. His beard that roughly brushed over your soft skin distracting you from any coherent thought that you might’ve had in this moment. Your hands wandered to his wide shoulders, you could feel how they tensed at your touch. Though you planned on pushing him away from the fear of being caught by a student or worse your brother still on your mind Logan had other plans. His hands wandered ever so closer up from your thigh to your ass. When you found enough common sense in your brain you attempt to push at his upper body despite that no matter what he would be unmoving Logan only squeezed your ass. The moment he did you let out a gasp of surprise and he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your lips that grew in intensity. While Logan pressed further into your body you stop fighting him and melted into his arms humming when his tongue swept over your bottom lip.
“What in the actual shit are you two doing?!” a voice broke both of you apart. With wide eyes at the familiar voice you pushed away from Logan while he although reluctantly took a step away from you. Scott, fuming with gritted teeth, walked up to you both. “(Y/N)! Of all the people, him?!” without even glancing in Logan’s direction he pointed at him. Logan slapped Scott’s hand away anger starting to raise up in him when his nostrils flared. “Missed the point where it’s your concern, Bub.” He growled at Scott who now turned his attention to Logan shielding you from Logan. “It’s my business because that’s my fucking sister you’re pushing your tongue into!” Scott mimicked Logan’s clenched jaw as they both stared each other down. You laid your hand on Scott’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down but he pushed your hand away looking over his shoulder to you. Even with his glasses on you could feel the disappointment that filled his eyes. “She’s just a girl, Logan!” Scott returned back to him. Logan only huffed at that crossing his arms over his chest. “She ain’t a kid anymore, Summers.” Nothing in this world could’ve prepared your for Scott’s next move as he balled his hand into a fist and without thinking twice punching Logan square in the face. It did barely anything to Logan whilst Scott’s hand cracked with uncomfortable sound of breaking bones. Scott flinched away at the pain but a second later it was Logan who threw the next punch into the other man’s ribs. Pulling yourself out of the stupor your body seemed to be under you screamed at them to stop, trying desperately to separate the two fighting men to no avail. So desperate to separate the two before anyone gets seriously hurt which would probably be Scott you missed one of the punches. Who’s fist it was, you couldn’t tell but one moment you tried to pull Scott away from Logan and the next moment a fist hit your square in the head sending you down to the floor. Everything felt numb when you opened your eyes still laying on the floor with a worried Ororo hovering over you. She was calling out your name you believe but her voice sounded so far away. It was then that you looked over her shoulder to see both Scott and Logan stopping their fight, Hank between them to stop it. All three looked at you with worry in their eyes flickering. Logan was a bit faster to break out of Hank’s grip. Scott followed him suit and as they both bent to check on you, you only pushed away from tears pricking your eyes. In any other situation you would feel sorry for Logan how his face washed over with guilt and regret but he brought this upon himself just as Scott. “(Y/N)…” Scott tried to gently grab your arm but you ripped it out of his grasp. “Get out of my face. Both of you.” The fury in your eyes was clear first directed at Scott who flinched away at the harshness of your words before your eyes landed on Logan whose face fell with regret. Even Ororo glared at them. Surely this would bring consequences to the both of them. “Come on, sweety, let’s get you to Jean to check your head?” giving a reassuring smile Ororo helped you up and without giving Scott or Logan another glance you left. “This is your fault?” Scott fumed at Logan who gritted his teeth at him. “My fault?! Everything has gone perfectly fine before you showed up!” “My fucking sister, Logan! If she’s dying because of you I will…” Hank went in between them again having watched on long enough. “Either get this outsight or pull yourselves together.” Hank warned ripping the two man from each other. Still glaring at each other they left the corridor in opposite directions probably to blow of some steam or so Hank hopes. - To say that Jean was angry at Scott for his reaction was an underestimate. The moment you were brought into her she bombarded both you and Ororo with questions. There was no use to hide the relationship with Logan anymore so you told her everything and if it wasn’t for your injury one of them gave you Jean would’ve already gone to rip Scott another one before giving Logan a piece of her mind. “They both can be lucky I wasn’t there.” Jean ranted after you finished your little anecdote. She dabbed a bit to harshly over the open wound on your eyebrow and you flinched which had Jean stop and apologize her face softening in the process. “I’m just so angry at them both. But losing one of them doesn’t cut it either. Scott is my brother, we’ve been through a lot together. And Logan….I really tried to get away from him because I know how Scott would react but…” you shrugged your shoulders. “I believe it’s not us you have to tell this.” Ororo said patting your shoulder affectionately as Jean finished to clean up your wounds. You thanked them both and chose to lay down for the day. It was eventful as it was and you needed to sort out your thoughts probably. So it’s what you did. Locking yourself in your room in your most comfortable pyjamas and your favourite movie. A knock on your door had woken you up hours later. It was already dark outside and for a moment you were confused not realizing that you had fallen asleep during the movie. Despite the pounding in your head you pushed yourself up from your bed and made your way to the door. The moment you opened it you wanted to slam it back close at the sight of Logan and Scott standing in your doorway but Scott like the annoying brother he was got his foot between the door and the frame like he always when your were kids and wanted to bother you. “Just want to talk, please (Y/N).” it was Logan’s attempt at pleading that had you open the door again. “Can we come in?” Scott asked and you pondered over his request for a minute before you sighed and stepped aside. “How’s your head?” Logan looked at you after he had closed the door behind him worry written over his features. “What do you want?” I asked them looking from Logan to Scott and back. Both shared a look before Scott sighed, hands wandering through his hair in the process. “I…” he stopped as Logan glared at him. “We…” he corrected frowning at Logan before returning his attention to you. “We wanted to apologize.” Logan agreed with a nod before he continued on. “None of us ever meant to harm you in any way. And we both feel sorry that we did.” You noticed how his hand flinched at his side in his best attempt to control his urge to not grab your hand. A habit he had picked up after you started you secret relationship. “Do you even understand why I’m so angry at you both?” you questioned them hoping that the hurt in your eyes let the guilt fill their veins. And as both looked away and to the ground you took over the conversation again. “You both are the most important people in my life and it’s hard to witness you to fight every time you cross paths.” You walked over to Scott your fist meeting his chest playfully. “Scott, I know you just want to protect me, but news flash, I ain’t a little girl anymore and can look after myself and it’s my decision who I’m dating or not if you like him or want to see him six feet under.” Scott pursed his lips but nodded. “And you deserved this.” You pointed out to bandaged hand and Scott scrunched his nose at that knowing how right you were. Then you turned to Logan. “And Logan, I know how hard it is to love again. I understand your fear and your anger and never in my life will I ever hold this against you, but Scott is my family and if you love me just even a little bit, if our relationship means anything to you, at least try to get along with him. I don’t ask you two to be friends or anything but to be at least decent enough to not let your anger get the best of you.” After you finished your little speech you laid your hand in Logan’s and finally he looked at you and he gave you a soft half smile. “So…we’re forgiven?” tipping your finger on your chin you thought for a moment. “For the moment, yes.” Now Logan’s smile grew into a smirk as he leant down to plant a kiss on your lips but before his lips could actually contact to yours Scott pushed between you two separating you from Logan. “Yep, no, this was all fun and games, but still that’s my little sister.” Scott made a fake gag sound pushing to the door. “Just to remember to use protection kids!” he closed the door quickly before one of your slippers could meat his face. Logan let out a soft chuckle before he pulled you back to his chest. His knuckles brushed over your face and the anger you held for Scott vanished in an instant as you locked eyes. “Now, where did we left off?” Logan grumbled before he planted a kiss on your lips.
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beanghostprincess · 5 days
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Since I can't write today have two pages of my Sanuso jealousy fic (yes I am so late for Sanuso week don't judge me I have work) (also ignore typos)
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sophsicle · 8 months
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Is Regulus going to get better throughout kyd? My heart breaks for him each new chapter and I hope he gets help
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first he's going to get worse...
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eyeofnewtblog · 1 year
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The guys found a cat in the vents. One of our third party vendors wife does cat rescue as a hobby, and ended up taking her.
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xxphenomeniall · 11 months
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“Scared you would make me choose!” James snaps.
“Why?” Sirius says, in a bitter laugh that rings familiarly in his ears, “Because you’ll choose him?”
“No,” James shakes his head, so obviously in pain that his face is almost unrecognizable. “Because I’ll choose you. And it will break my fucking heart.”
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annmariethrush · 4 months
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Been reading a lot of fix-it fics for the finale so I wrote one 👀
Dean helped save the world but without Castiel, he’s having a hard time finding a reason to keep living.
On AO3 or below the cut
“You asked what about all of this is real… We are.”
Dean sat in his recliner and stared blankly at the dark tv screen. His eyes moved ever further out of focus as the blankness of the screen bled into his thoughts. Cas was somewhere dark. Somewhere inky black and devoid of color and light and motion. Cas was stuck within this lifeless tv and it was because of Dean. He wondered idly if he could have jumped with Cas. Wondered if he could have hugged Cas so tight that the empty had to take them both. At least Cas wouldn’t be alone that way. At least Dean wouldn’t feel so alone. Then maybe the cold recliner next to him wouldn’t feel like damnation.
Dean didn’t notice when tears began to cloud his vision, but when he was dragged out of his daze by approaching noise he wiped at his eyes quickly. Sam wouldn’t understand Dean’s sorrow. They had saved the world, what was one friend lost for good in the context of all the friends they had managed to return. Dean didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t Sam’s disappointment and guilt over Jody fading from existence that he felt, or even the pain and rage of Eileen being ripped from the world again. He couldn’t name the way he felt when Cas was there, but when he was gone it was devastation. How was he supposed to burden Sam with the cannonball sized hole in his chest when he had Eileen back? The whole world! Dean wasn’t even sure that Sam truly missed Jack the way that he did either. He either didn’t feel or didn’t focus on the sudden loss of a child from their lives, one that they had helped to raise for three years. Perhaps Heaven wasn’t so far away, but all of the people Dean had lost were there, and Jack was yet another one. But Sam was always the one who had faith, and now he knew god and was loved by him, and that seemed to be enough.
It was not enough for Dean.
There were no words, so Dean simply allowed his anguish to well up in his chest and directed it towards Jack. He finished it with a quivering “Please” and hoped that it was enough to convey his message. Gone were the days of fiery rage which propelled him from moment to moment. Now his body pooled on the cushions of his recliner like a fresh corpse and his soul sank to his furthest edges, flat and barely contained by his loose grasp. He wished he could sink through the chair. Absently, he wondered if Eileen would understand how he felt from her time as a ghost. Intangible and insignificant. Far from the raging power of a poltergeist, simply a soul lingering where it doesn’t belong; untethered from reality.
Dean could play the happy big brother for Sam. He watched with a convincing smile as Sam and Eileen settled comfortably into a routine in the bunker. He encouraged them to go on hunts together, reassuring them that he would be here when they got back, that he would “hold down the fort” for them. But when they were gone the light in his eyes went dim entirely. He did not have a smile to spare even for Miracle.
Dean pondered killing himself. Would Cas have saved him if he knew how little his own life meant when Cas wasn’t in it? He knew the answer was yes, and if he had any anger to spare, he would have called Cas selfish for that. For taking the easy route instead of having to watch Dean die. Dean wondered what there was to live for with Cas dead, Jack gone, and Sam taken care of. He imagined his own funeral. Of course Sam would be sad, and Jody and Donna. Claire and Eileen might shed a few tears before steeling themselves. He decided not to though, not because he thought he shouldn’t as much as just because he didn’t have the energy to.
He tried not to beg. He knew Jack was busy being god. The universe no longer revolved around him after all, and with that came consequences. But nonetheless, he often caught himself staring off into space and radiating his devastation to the heavens. He couldn’t put words to it. What could he possibly say that Jack didn’t already know? So all he sent was the feeling. The rotting edges of a wound still oozing even as the scar tissue starts to rise. The purple and black splotches of bruised flesh, tender and warm to the touch. The sharp edge of a bone protruding from skin and muscle. A bullet ricocheting off of a rib and leaving shredded organs in its path. A loss so deep he couldn’t figure out how it hadn’t left him dead on the floor. So deep he wasn’t convinced it didn’t leave him dead on the floor.
It’s a Tuesday afternoon when color returns to the world. Sam and Eileen are in Wyoming hunting a ghoul and Dean is haunting the bunker. He holds a fresh cup of coffee as he walks to the library to poke at his computer for a few minutes. Dean is so absent from his own body that he hardly startles when Jack appears across from him. He considers putting on the smile he pulls out for Sam, but Jack hears his grief everyday, so it seems unnecessary. Deans mug lands almost gracefully on the table as he mumbles, “Hey kid. What’s up?”
“I’m sorry it took so long. I hope you can be fulfilled now. You deserve that, and so does he.”
Dean quirks his eyebrow, but Jack is gone again. The words start to filter through the few still working sections of his brain, but he rejects their conclusions. Things are bad enough, he will not allow something as foolish as hope to destroy him further. But he can’t figure out why Jack would do something so cruel. Jack is the only one who knows how he is feeling. Perhaps that was a poor call on his part and he shouldn’t have put that burden on his kid. Guilt washes over him as he leans back into his chair. How could he have been so selfish? He shouldn’t have been putting all his grief on Jack, he doesn’t deserve that.
“Dean?”
Dean becomes vaguely aware of a voice calling his name from somewhere deep in the bunker. Sam and Eileen are still days away and he isn’t expecting any visitors. His legs straighten as he rises from his seat on autopilot, coffee abandoned next to his computer and Miracle trailing behind him like a shadow.
The voice calls out again, and somewhere deep in his brain he feels recognition start to click into place. He rounds a corner and slams into another body, catching a glimpse of tan and white as he stumbles back. Then he’s clamped in a hug and, like a radio being tuned manually, the world starts to come into focus around him. He can hear and feel the person around him sobbing and murmuring his name and his arms have wrapped around them automatically before his brain is able to put the information together.
“Cas?”
He pulls back from the hug slowly, finally allowing himself to feel enough to fear that he might have totally lost it. Could he really be imagining the feeling of his angel in his arms? But when his eyes settle on the face in front of him that fear drips away to reveal a whole spectrum of emotions that had been greyed for weeks.
“Dean,” Cas’s eyes are wet, but he is smiling as wide as ever.
He isn’t sure what to say first, and he can’t begin to imagine the look on his face, if any expression has even appeared yet.
“You stupid son of a bitch, I love you too. How dare you die for me!” Dean is yelling.
He hasn’t yelled in weeks.
Cas’s cheeks go slack and his eyebrows furrow, but Dean barely sees before he grabs Cas by the face and pulls him in for a kiss. The force with which Dean pushes them together is almost violent, but Cas is an angel and Dean can feel. His eyes are squeezed shut, but the pain of the impact washes over him like warm spring rain, dragging away the dirt and grime left by melted snow. He can hear the sound of Cas’s hands rubbing across the fabric on his back and the jingle of Miracle’s collar as he paces slowly, trying to determine if Dean is in danger. He can smell the soft crack of ozone radiating from Cas’s skin surrounded by the musty, recycled air of the bunker. And when he finally opens his eyes, the fluorescent light of the bunker reflects dazzlingly off of Cas’s warm skin, and the radiant blue of his eyes drowns out all other inputs in Dean’s brain.
Cas smiles gently and slowly lifts a hand up to Dean’s face to wipe away the tears that have collected on his cheeks. Once his hand leaves Dean’s face again, Dean’s arms loop around his neck and pull him back into a bone crushing hug.
“I can’t do it without you Cas. I just can’t. You have to be real. You can’t go away again. Please, Cas. Please stay. I can’t do this without you.” Dean’s voice is trembling as the words tumble from his mouth. He means every one of them, even the ones he’s not sure he meant to say. He didn’t want to beg Jack, but he can beg Cas. He will beg as much as he needs to, but he can’t lose Cas again.
Cas’s arms tighten around Dean’s waist, and his voice flows deep and confident. “I’m here Dean. I’m real. We’re real. I’ll never leave you again.”
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Thorin town or Hades town au. Hades town is, for who dosent know, a musycal retelling of the tale of Orpheus and Euridcies. I wanted to do a au with Gigolas and Baggnshield of this show , so here a happy ending long au.
Thorin is king of Erebor, the coldest king of all middle earth. but he fell in love with Biblo a a hobbit of the Shire. They end up marring but, even if Biblo loved his houseband dearly, he couldn't stay away from the Shire and his eternal spring, so each six month he goes in to the shire.
Thorin hates this situation, so he started to build up a new town that resembles the Shire, his plan is that if Biblo will see what he is doing, he won't ever leave his side again. Honwewer to build up a town so big, he needs all the the resources he can, and he ends up taking all the material he finds in middle earth. Doing this he ends up creating a very big and modern city, but since he taking others resources, other city and their peolpe ends up poor.
Since the situation is this, many ends up working for Thorin, and others try to live as they can, perfect exemplar are Legolas and Gimli. Legolas is a naive singer, gifted with a great voice who works in a tavern, Gimli is a wanderer that try to lives in a hard word. One day the two ends up meeting, Legolas falls in love immediately and (after a bit) Gimli too falls for the elf and they start to live their happy life
In the mean time the situation of the word is in utterly disaster, Thorin still hasn't ended the works of the city and he still steals from others risoruces. Bilbo is very angry to his houseband, and has intimated to stop this madness many times , but Thorin didn't listen to him once, this discussion bring Biblo to grow cold in Thorin confronts, and they end up having hard times as couple. For the record, Thorin hates all his actions, of course he does, but he is of the idea that once ended all shall be back to normal. Even if the word state is a disaster Gimli and Legolas are still happy, and they plan to marry. The marriage Honwewer takes time, and both are scared that the other will leave if they don't do their best. So, while Gimli tries to find money, Legolas start writing the perfect love song, that will convince Gimli to stay always to his side.
Time passes, Legolas is so distracted by the song that start ignoring pretty much everhing (including his beloved), and even ignores the fact that Gimli has gone to work in Thorin's town for having resources in theur future.
When Legolas discovers what Gimli did he , he understand that the song wasn't never important, and the only thing that matters is their love. With this truth in mind he start the journey and after many difficulties arrives in Erebor( now called Thorin'stown) only to find that all the workers who came here have lost their memories, and so even if he found Gimli he would only find a body, not his lover. With this sadness in his heart, he start singing of his lost beloved , and as he sing all the workers nearbie start regaining their memories, honwewer they , aren't the only one that listened since also the consort king was there. At the end workers and the hobbit, are so moved by the song that they all decide to help the youmg elf to find his lost beloved. They eventualy find Gimli and with the help of love (and Legolas voice mostly ) he is back, and after a kiss they plan a escape with all the workers .
Of course Thorin isn't happy than all his workers are going away before the time, so he takes Legolas and gives him a ultimatum : if he will make him feel someting with his songs, he will let Gimli go out with all the workers and he will stop his town project. But, if Legolas lose, Gimli will stay here and Legolas will be sent away for ever. The elf is scared, but accepts, and he start singing a song about Thorin meeting and falling in love with Biblo . The song is so wonderful that even the workers and Biblo start singing along , and in the End not only the king cries but he also sings along. In the end Legolas win, and he and Gimli are free to go away, Thorin (after paying the workers) ask to Biblo if he can forgive him, and if they can have a brand restart, the hobbit accepts and they restart as a new couple in their new, new Town.
AND THEY LIVED ALL HAPPY AND NO ONE DIED. THE END.
If you have read all this, you truly are the best and deserve a threat!! And since I have mistreated you Bagginshieldes here a happy wedding photo of the two + a Biblo in his Erebor suit
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rayaari-my-beloved · 2 years
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But what if even after accepting and welcoming the other lands to help rebuild Heart, they still dont let anybody in the dragon's gem sanctuary? Yes, they came to Heart to help and make amends for what they caused, but, are they to be trusted like that?
I wonder how much it takes for Raya/Benja to trust anybody from the other lands to let them in. Even though the gem is not exactly needed to guard off the drun (power of friendship wins again) and the others see that it is not exactly what gives Heart all their resources, that place is where it all happened.
Ugh, it literally is like Heart's heart, they would be closed off for a while, until they relearn to trust each other and heal from their emotional wounds.
Anyway, it is Namaari, Boun, Noi and Tomg that show Raya and therefore Benja, that once again, you need to give a little trust in order to gain it back.
But also, think about the gang showing their respective lands, that they all need to give each other time, patience and empathy is what will make them stronger.
Oh God specially Namaari, being the one that 'caused' the downfall of the world, she would be so insistent on forgiving and giving time to the others in order to heal.
I just really wanna see how Raya and Namaari would navigate their lives and this situation. How they truly overcome this situation between them, and how they fall in love along the way.
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theshireisburningg · 1 year
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sneak peek! here is the ao3 description of my new fic hehe 🫣
“Steve, come on give me a second.”
He slows and waits for Robin to fall in step with him.
“Are you- Do you have a problem with Eddie kissing a boy?”
“No, of course I don’t.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I’m drunk. And tired.”
He starts walking again then and she follows. Her voice is soft on her next sentence, hesitant.
“It’s okay if it makes you feel jealous, Steve.”
Steve hates that he might be that easy to read.
Modern-day college AU where Steve and Eddie are randomly assigned to be roommates in their freshman dorms. They're just friends, Steve swears, until maybe one day, they're not.
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hangmanssunnies · 1 year
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HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AND THEN IT JUST ENDS I NEED MORE (only if willing and possible of course) BUT I NEED IT HOLY DAMN THAT WAS SO GOOD WTFFFFF
Hi there! There will be more and an ending for House We Share! Thank you so much for reading. Not sure when I'll have that next part, but it's coming.
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ciearcab · 2 months
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how do you live?
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greykolla-art · 20 days
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Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”
*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️
(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)
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heph · 4 months
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A Moment in Time - Dearly Missed
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demigods-posts · 26 days
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i lowkey forget that percy's full name is perseus. and like. that name goes so hard. because it just sounds like this mf could kick your ass. like imagine you're a junior in high school and your teacher introduces a new student by the name of 'perseus jackson'. and before you even raise your head to look at the guy. you just know this mf could clock you.
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ionomycin · 6 months
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Dame Aylin and Isobel...
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winnie-dump · 5 months
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Au where Betty didn't jump through the portal but lived the post apocalipsis with Simon and Marcy
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