#one day i’ll make a post where i don’t mock is death

[bruisedboys]

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❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ + miguel o’hara

hiii angel! thank you sm for the request, I cheated again and changed the dialogue a bit just to fit his character more!! love you xxx

miguel o’hara x gn!spider-person!reader, fluff, ditzy!reader, miguel being a grumpy worrywart tbh

You’ve messed up on a mission more times than you can count. You’re clumsy, you’re a bit on the uncoordinated side despite being a spider-person. And Miguel talking in your ear every five seconds makes you flustered. He’s got a nice voice, rough around the edges but smooth and velvety where it counts. And he’s never on anyone’s case as much as he is on yours, so every time he utters a command into your earpiece or tells you to watch out for a falling piece of building you almost trip on your own feet.

After yet another mission where all you did was get in the way, you make your way defeatedly to Miguel’s lab for a post-mission briefing. You know for sure he’s gonna bring up the fact that you stopped to tie your shoes in the middle of a fight, and he’s definitely gonna mention how unprofessional and dangerous that was. But listen, having untied shoelaces is a danger in itself. Especially when you’re the type of person to trip on tied shoelaces.

Miguel’s back is to you when you enter his lab, orange and blue holographic screens projected in front of him and around him. You don’t get to glimpse what he’s watching because he swipes it away with one hand as soon as you’re close enough to see, the screen disappearing into thin air like magic.

“Hi, Miguel,” you sing, as charmingly as you can, hoping to get out of a scolding.

Miguel sighs audibly, like your very existence irks him. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Uh, oh-kay, you don’t sound happy to see me,” you say, mocking offence.

Miguel turns to face you. He’s extraordinarily handsome, even when he’s scowling like he is now. The urge to push your thumb between his brows and smooth out the grumpy wrinkle there grows stronger every day.

“You’re right, I’m not,” he agrees, completely stoic. “Who ties their shoelaces in the middle of a fight?”

You huff. “Uh, me? You know I could’ve tripped on them, right?”

“Why d’you even wear shoes in the first place? They just get in the way.”

You roll your eyes and skip over to his desk, ignoring his question and instead entertaining yourself by going through the stuff on his desk. He’s not messy but he doesn’t necessarily keep it organised — there’s papers and gadgets and devices all over it just begging to be dug through. “You’re so grouchy.”

“You’re so careless. Don’t touch that.”

You pull your hand away from the important looking device with about a million buttons on it that you were about to pick up, giggling to yourself. It’s fun, annoying him. He’s all bark and no bite, especially when it comes to you. Maybe only when it comes to you. He’ll gladly let you know how much of a nuisance you are but never seems to actually do anything about it. Peter B. says it’s because he’s deeply in love with you. You say he’s just a big softie at heart.

“Look, Y/N,” Miguel says, and you know he’s about to go on one of his telling-offs. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you sit in his spinning desk chair and sway it side to side, the toes of your shoes skimming over the floor. “You can’t be so careless. It’s stupid. You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

“Yeah, right. Death by shoelace,” you murmur to your shoes.

Miguel groans loudly. You look up at him. He’s turned away from you, pinching his nose with his head ducked, mumbling to himself what sounds suspiciously like curse words in Spanish. Even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, you can tell by the tense in his shoulders that he really is annoyed, not just fake annoyed like he usually is with you.

You mull it over in your brain. You could either one, deny you made a mistake, probably annoying him further and getting yourself kicked out of his office, or two, admit you messed up, which would hopefully get him to stop being so grumpy for once, and you can stay here as long as you please. You sigh and decide to admit defeat.

“Miguel?” You say into the silence, sweet as you can.

“What?” He snaps, still with his back to you.

“I’m sorry for tying my shoe in the middle of a fight. It was dumb. And I’m sorry for … getting in the way all the time.” You hop up off your seat and walk towards him, hoping he’ll turn at your approaching footsteps. When he doesn’t, you add, “Would you look at me? I’m trying to apologise here.”

Miguel turns around then, swivelling on his heel to face you. You’re close, close enough that you could reach out and touch his abdomen, his chest. You don’t, though you’d like to. Instead you give him a soft smile and your best I’m sorry eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” you say sincerely. “I’ll try to be more careful next time.”

Miguel stares at you, completely stoic apart from his eyes, which are significantly softer than usual. His frown stays put but his eyes go all melty, like they’ve been glazed with honey, and the furrow in his brows softens just slightly. He looks like he wants to say something. He opens his mouth, changes his mind and closes it, then opens it again.

“Are you giving me puppy dog eyes?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. “‘Cos that’s not gonna work on me.

“I’m not giving you puppy dog eyes,” you argue, even though you totally are. “I’m trying to say sorry.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” Miguel says abruptly, shrugging his shoulders. “Just … please try to be more careful.”

You think he’s done with you until he reaches out and presses his thumb to your jaw in what you think is a show of affection, the pad of his thumb sliding down the length of your jaw, then a brush of the back of his fingers under your chin, a trail of burning hot stars left in his wake. You think your whole face might be on fire, but it’s over as soon as it starts, and Miguel goes right back to scowling. “And stop looking at me like that.”

He drops his hand and turns away from you abruptly, pulling up a holographic screen with a list of anomalies yet to be caught. You don’t comment on the implication that his last sentence has made — that your I’m sorry eyes really had been working quite well on him — but instead spend the next five minutes in a shocked sort of silence, the weight of his touch still present on your now burning face.

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[evilgaygothgf]

How easy would they fall in love?

How easy would the the group chat members fall in love (imo)

a/n: this is kinda short since it’s my first post here 😞

Isaac

I feel like he wouldn’t pay you much mind at first, but as soon as you laughed at something he said or did or made a witty comeback at one of the other other boys, he’d be hooked

Like you’re all hanging out at the group house and he’s trying to jump into the convo and make a comeback at one of the guys, but like everyone is loud so they can’t hear him the first time, but he looks over and sees you laughing at whatever he said

You boost his ego (as if he needs it any bigger 🙄 /j ) and he eats that shit up

He can NOT hide his feelings for shit

This guy things he’s Mr Stone Cold out here and that you don’t have a clue

But he visibly gushes like big ol googly eyes boinging out of his head at you THIS FOOL CANNOT KEEP HIS COOL AROUND YOU

Softwilly

I think this man would swoon as soon as he saw your smile.

His pov would be like those movie scenes where everything goes blurry but you, you’re surrounded by an ethereal glow, birds singing and shit.

Boy would start floating like Tom and jerry when there’s a delicious pie smell in the air all 🤤 and wtv lmaoo

Yumi

Idk but I feel like he’s a tough cookie when it comes to stuff like this

Like you’d definitely be catching feelings first in this situation

He would probably start falling for you after you’ve known each other for a good bit of time and you’ve started rubbing off on him

He realizes you’re the only person besides him with an ounce of logic when you’re around the boys /j obv

You playfully mock him like the guys do, but he likes it when you do it and just plays like he hates it

Larry

He’d be besties with you at first I think

You’d join in on his and Tanner’s antics

The three of you would be dumb & dumber & dumbest

And like one day the two of you are hanging out alone and he realizes he has feelings for you 😑😐😑😐 (pretend they’re like blinking or smth idk)

And suddenly it’s like every time you come around now, Tanner is nowhere to be seen and it’s just a “coincidence” that you and Larry have to hang out without Tanner

Boy is crushing so hard but he really drags it out before ever saying anything to you bc I feel like he would like how pure it all feels…like he’s got his own little secret to himself yknow? Little mischievous guy

Tanner

This sweet boy

Like

Not playing favorites here but like

He’s a grown ass man but he’s babygirl and I’ll fight to the death over it

He’d fold. 😐

So fast

You play into whatever mischief he cooks up and it gets him all giggly and shit swinging his legs kicking his feet type shit

He’s so obvious about his feelings for you

Y’all send 0.5 selfies back and forth to each other and he is dying every time he gets one from you

Puts it in a special album on his phone and everything

Please be good to him

Grunk

Lil Grunky boy

He’s kind of like Isaac where he thinks he seems all cool and collected, but he’s so visibly nervous when you’re around

Tripping over his words

Blushing like crazy when you talk to him

Boy is SMITTEN

He tries to treat you like “one of the bros” thinking it’ll keep his crush on you secret

But if the group chat guys find out he has a crush on you it’s OVER for him

0 secrets at that point

Every time you’re around they’re making obvious pokes at Grunk about you

Obv all in fun, but like, if this boy gets in his feels over you, you’d know so fast

Thanks for reading!

#thegroup #the group chat #Grunk #bigt #bigtstreamingservice #isaacwhy #Yumi #Yumi main #softwilly #larrycroft #tgc

[cheetahsprints]

Prompt #10: Ghost

Inspired by this post

• Sonadow Prompt Fills •

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Content Warning: Implied Major Character Death (of a sort)

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Green Hill is restored, but Shadow feels like the luscious greenery all around and clear blue skies above are mocking him. He skates from one end to the other day to day without aim. He does what he can to watch over the island, the planet, its life. He promised.

He promised Sonic he would take care of them.

Time blends into a shapeless, colorless blur, empty and sullen. The days turn to weeks that lack a certain spirit. They no longer experience intense, fiery rivalry between a remarkable pair of hedgehogs. Sonic’s friends try to go on to the best of their ability. Tails hasn’t given up, not entirely, but Shadow can see that it’s wearing him down. He practically has to bully the young fox into eating and sleeping some days.

Shadow should tell them that he’s still… seeing him.

He shouldn’t burden them.

They would just think he is insane.

Shadow uses Chaos Control each night to secretly enter the locked up obscured structure where the Paradox Prism is contained. He has to be near it. The night that he found out, he told Sonic’s friends… but for some reason it hadn’t worked for them. Though they didn’t express it in so many words, he could tell they believed he was just dreaming.

Maybe he is deluding himself, maybe has cracked.

It doesn’t stop him.

He rolls into a tight ball and clears his mind. The Prism energy seems to prickle through his quills. It took him a while to actually calm himself enough to sleep after the first time, where he had been unusually exhausted and had practically passed out. He exercises extensively, then drinks relaxing tea before evening. He avoids caffeine and sugar, and he meditates whenever he gets the chance.

The void materializes before him, and he rockets toward Sonic’s usual spot. Sonic immediately perks and smiles when he notices Shadow’s arrival.

“Shadow!”

The enthusiastic cry of his name is pleasing for his ears.

If Shadow doesn’t examine him too closely, Sonic looks completely solid. He isn’t a dream, he isn’t a ghost. He’s real, and Shadow can definitely still smell a mix of coconut and sweat on him. He would be able to hear his heartbeat and feel his breath, if he tried.

Shadow lands next to him at a reasonable distance. He can’t risk brushing against him… because he has an aversion, he tells himself, per usual. No other reason. Nevermind that touching Sonic recently became easier… before the disaster found its costly conclusion.

“Sonic.”

“How is everyone?”

“Well enough. I made sure Tails took a break.”

“Good… good.” Sonic taps his foot. “Um… so what have you been up to? Besides keeping an eye on the team.”

“Your team,” Shadow points out. “I… just run around, I guess, or brood, as you’d call it.”

Sonic scoffs and wags a disapproving finger at him. “Mister Diligence. Workaholic. Don’t you have any hobbies? I know you like music. Make sure to jam to your favorite tunes. Wait, I know! You should try gardening. You could grow your own veggies or flowers and bring me some - uh, forget that last part. Hey, you’ve been eating plenty of chili dogs for me, right?”

“When I can tolerate them,” Shadow admits.

“I’ll take it!” After a moment of silence, Sonic says in a low, gentle tone, “Thanks.”

Shadow briefly pushes his black and red quills back. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

“Not just for… but for visiting me as well.”

Dread sinks into his stomach as Sonic darts forward and tries to hug him. He slips through Shadow, and Shadow shivers. It doesn’t feel like anything, and that’s what makes his fur stand on end. Sonic gives an awkward chuckle.

“Sonic…”

“I - man - I forgot.”

“You’re not real,” Shadow mumbles. “You’re a figment of my mind to make me feel like… I’m honoring your memory. Like I didn’t fucking fail.”

Sonic crosses his arms and frowns. Shadow hates it… he wants him to only smile… Why’d he have to ruin that? Shadow looks away. Whatever fucked up part of his brain keeps this charade going, it doesn’t allow him to manipulate Sonic to his preferences. Sonic’s pose is too reminiscent of his own tendencies.

It makes him feel even more like this specter is simply an extension of his broken mind and aching heart. It’s a twisted reflection created by his guilty subconscious to torture him.

“That’s not true. I am real. Don’t be so hard on yourself, asshole. You didn’t fail, you did your best. It’s not your fault! It was my choice. What happened, happened. You could’ve just… not bothered. Left the island or something. You’re a good friend, Shadow.”

“Friend… I’m no friend.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Sonic places a hand on his hip. “We’re pals. Buddies. Amigos. Good old regular chums. Confidants, even. Face it. After everything, you can’t deny that.”

Shadow roars, “You’re dead or worse, a ghost trapped in an eternal void, you damn self-sacrificing hedgehog! I didn’t give myself a chance to appreciate what I had, what we could’ve had, until you were gone!!!”

You’re one to talk about sacrifice, a little voice in the back of his mind reminds him.

Sonic’s ears droop, and he flinches back. Shadow balls his hands into fists, wishing he could dig his claws into his palms through the gloves. He wishes he could actually hug Sonic, or at least punch him, whether he’s actually there or not. He wishes, not for the first time, to trade places with someone he loved.

He wants to remove his inhibitors and Chaos Blast this stupid, horrible limbo until he is totally drained.

“Never too late,” Sonic whispers, looking down and scuffing his shoe on the rock. “Plus it’s not so bad here really, since I get to see you, and I have plenty of time to think about how to be a better friend to everyone when I get back.”

“But it is. It is too late. It’s too late for me to love you like I should have,” Shadow insists.

Sonic’s head jerks up and his mouth falls open, his eyes searching Shadow’s hard stare. Shadow closes his eyes as Sonic steps forward, reaching as though to rest a hand on his face.

Shadow wakes up, chilly and alone in the dark cave. The world may not have truly ended, but it feels even more like a ghost in the shadows than it had when the Prism was shattered. Shadow and Sonic were shattered in its place, in different ways, instead.

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#sonadow #sonadow prime #prompts #sonadow angst (without comfort) #sonic prime spoilers #just due to being a bit based off that one part of the final trailer #this got a little long owo #Shadow gaslights himself... or does he? #canon divergence; alternate universe #this is sure to age well in literally a day /s #he'll be fiiine they'd get him back ;)c #but if you want to imagine sadness go ahead

[littleperilstories]

The Prince of Thieves: My Heart Breaks For You

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Warnings: Fantasy-esque prison, mention of death, mention of flogging/whipping/public humiliation, grief, angst, deceiving a loved one

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Word count: 2139 || Approx reading time: 9 mins

My Heart Breaks For You

Teaser: He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

Colette

I stumble away from the prison walls. Numbness engulfs my entire body, and not just because of the wind that blows brittle, rust-coloured leaves from the trees and bites into my skin with sharp, icy teeth.

I should have known coming here was a bad idea. A foolhardy idea, and dangerous to boot. But what choice did I have? By this morning, the marketplace was already buzzing with the news: yet again, a wicked thief had targeted one of the finest families in town, and the constables had carted away yet another burglar in chains under the cloak of midnight. It didn’t take me long to learn that it was the Smiths who summoned the constabulary in the night, or to surmise that it was yet another of our runners who’d been arrested—this time, a girl I’d hand-picked for the job.

That girl, that runner—what name did I give her? Robin?—now facing conviction or, if recent events are a portent of what’s coming, execution.

Frustration fueled each wary step as I cut through the crowd toward the jailhouse, leaving Geoff to his own information-gathering under the guise of shopping. I only went snooping near the prison to look for new signage, to see if the constables planned to hang the girl, too. I didn’t expect to see anything happening within the prison-yard’s walls.

A restless crowd—babbling excitedly and gathering near the gates—drew me closer despite my apprehension, more than just macabre curiosity pulling me into the throng.

Not daring to ask anyone what was going on, I snaked through the crowd to get as close to the wrought-iron fence as my courage—and good sense—permitted. Titters, mocking laughter, and jeering calls swelled around me at the grim scene being performed at the jail yard’s whipping post.

“See what happens when you think you’re too good to follow the law?”

“Make sure it hurts!”

“Make ’im bleed!”

Now, I close my eyes against the memory, wishing I could forget every moment of the sick pantomime that played out there.

Exactly what prompted the second act of the constables’ horrid performance, I’m still unsure of—something involving Will’s temper and caustic tongue, I’m sure of it—but I’ll never be able to unsee the stripes that awful man painted across his back. Or the way his limp body hit the ground when they were done with him.

“Spider?”

I don’t know where Geoff came from, or how I’ve made it back to the marketplace, or how many times he had to say my name before I heard it.

“What is it?”

He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

“Spider? You sick?”

“No. Yes. No.” I force back the tears that are battling viciously to escape, determined to be the victor. “How am I going to tell him?”

Geoff stiffens. “Who? What?”

Although I want nothing more than to spill the whole wretched story, I wait. “We should keep moving.” Standing still offers too many opportunities for nosy people to overhear…the last thing we need right now.

He walks stiffly with his hands at his sides, a crude mockery of the soldiers and constables who hunt us every day. His face is unreadable to anyone else who might try to discern any emotion in his gaze, but I know him well enough to see the tension lurking there. Swallowing a fresh batch of tears—get back, you fuckers—I suck in a deep breath. Geoff is a good listener, and except for perhaps Will, he knows Jamie better than anyone. He’ll have some idea of what to do.

I launch into the story—how I snuck into the crowd just in time to see Will being disciplined in front of everyone, how that evil constable picked some girl and made her count each strike, how Will fucked himself over even more by mouthing off—even though I couldn’t fully hear what he said, it was quite clear what was happening—and subsequently getting flogged with the cat-o’-nine-tails.

Geoff is silent as he listens, his eyes fixed upon the road in front of us. As my words die out, I watch his hands curl into fists, the only hint he’s heard a single thing I’ve said. And that he’s fucking pissed about it.

“Bastards,” he growls. “Every single one of them.”

Icy rain is falling now, sharp jabs of freezing fucking water pricking into my face and hands. I adjust the hood of my cloak, pulling it farther over my face as I watch the drops splatter against the ground. The smell of rain is usually so comforting, but here in the thick of the city, all I can smell is wet wool and misery. “I have to tell him, right?”

Only the raindrops answer at first as Geoff considers. “He’ll…want to know Fox is still alive.”

Turning my face away, I wipe my eyes. “It might kill him.”

“It won’t.”

“But it might.”

“But it won’t.” Geoff tilts his head toward the sky, apparently unbothered by the frigid water pelting him in the face. “Don’t go into detail.”

“I can’t lie,” I whisper. “Not to him.” Another thought strikes me. “And…that crowd… So many were there, watching. Enjoying it. People—they’ll talk. He might hear about it anyway.”

With a shake of his head, he says, “You don’t have to lie. Tell him you saw Fox, and if he asks for more, tell him he was shooting off his mouth and he got whipped and leave it at that.” Geoff forces out each word through gritted teeth, and even though I know he isn’t directing his anger at me, I flinch anyway.

Perhaps he notices, for when he speaks again, his voice holds a touch more gentleness, his ire reined in. “It’ll fuck with him no matter what you say, Spider. Don’t put those pictures in his head, too.”

Perhaps he’s right.

Thankfully, thankfully, Jamie is where we left him—at the table, now littered with coins he’s organized into neat stacks. He sits dividing those meagre funds, all we have left, into care packages. The clink of coins mingles with the patter of rain against the roof and window, another sound that typically brings me solace but today makes me want to cover my ears and scream. When he speaks, he doesn’t look up from his counting. “What news?”

The question, which should be so very simple, pierces me like a blade. “Well, hello to you, too, Alpha.” Desperate. Forced. That’s how I sound. Can he tell I’m trying too hard to seem normal? Jamie glances at me for a moment, his suspicion piqued, but he continues his task.

“Constabulary caught another runner,” I say. Already, my heart is trembling. I fear that if I speak too carelessly and say the wrong thing, I may fall into a chasm whose bottom I cannot see—and that Jamie will tumble down with me. “The girl at the Smith house.”

That freezes him mid-count. “Another one.” It isn’t a question; rather, it is a dull repetition. Flat and emotionless.

In response, I nod, though he isn’t really looking at me. Shadows, born fluid and slippery from the guttering fire, dance on the walls and across his face. “I… I told her. To get out. The day of the execution, I passed a message and told her to scarper.” When I look down, I see the dirt caught beneath my fingernails, the stains on my skin from gripping a rusty wrought-iron bar too tightly. “I told her to be careful. I guess it wasn’t enough.”

Geoff murmurs a response from where he’s grinding tea leaves with the mortar and pestle, and I remember only then that I didn’t tell either of them I slipped a note to the runner that day. “That was stupid, Spider. And reckless.”

“I know.” At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I’m not so sure. What if she rushed because I frightened her into running off too hastily? If the constables hang her too, will her death weigh on my conscience?

Jamie swallows. Thinks. Stares. What he says, when he opens his mouth, meeting my gaze at long last, makes my eyes burn. “We should go, shouldn’t we? It’s time. Really time.”

We’ve discussed it before: Leaving our little home here in the city, the place we scraped up funds for and have worked so goddamn hard to keep. We all knew, from the moment we learned that man was to be hanged, that this day would come, yet none of us could bear to take the leap.

Jamie’s declaration stings. But he’s looking at me like he needs me to answer, needs to know he’s making the right call. “Yes. It is.” I train my gaze on the bookshelf. Most of those volumes are stolen, and most of them by me, but they are treasured nonetheless. Deserting them is going to hurt as much as leaving behind the memories we made here.

“Call off every job,” Jamie says. “Break communication with every runner. No more drops. Every runner for themselves.” One look at our limited stack of care packages has him squeezing his eyes shut, as if he can hide that his eyes are filling with tears. “It’s too dangerous now. For us. For all of them.”

Geoff abandons his tea-making and stands behind Jamie, laying his hands on his shoulders. Our gentle giant, always there when the alpha wolf needs him.

“We’ll deliver what’s left,” he says gently. “We’ll get them out tomorrow. Then we’ll go.”

Jamie can’t see it, but I can, when Geoff meets my eyes and ever so slightly shakes his head. No, he is saying. I was wrong. His gaze is wide, almost frightened. It is not a look I have seen him wear often. Not now. Not tonight.

Perhaps Jamie can sense something, though, because he looks up at me. His hazel eyes, darker than Will’s but similar enough to identify them as brothers if you know what to look for, are grieving—but still suspicious. “Any other news?”

Again, Geoff shakes his head.

I can’t lie. Not to him, I said earlier. In my mind, the conversation I know I must have with Jamie flows easily; my voice is calm and collected, soothing and comforting. I went… I went by the prison. To look for signs, to see if they’ll hang her too. That’s how I would start. Jamie would nod, patiently waiting, and I would go on, I didn’t see any signs, so…not yet, anyway.

No hanging? he would ask, and I’d shake my head. Relief would burst across his features for the briefest moment, and then he’d bring his mask of emotionlessness right back. He would look into my face, though, deep and thoughtful as ever, and he would see the truth seeping through. He would sense it enough to ask the right question. You didn’t see any signs. What did you see there, Spider?

Perhaps Geoff and I are cowards.

“I didn’t see any signs for a hanging.” This is the test, then—if Jamie Wardrew can really read my face the way I’m terrified he can. “Guess she’s not up for execution.” Yet.

Jamie waits.

“That’s all,” I say, heading for the mortar and pestle. “Hare, if you’re going to make tea, at least finish the job.” The scrape of cast-iron rustles the air as I hang the kettle over the fire.

“Sorry, Spider.”

The lie festers under my skin. How could we—How could I do this to him?

Forgive me, Jamie. It is ludicrous that Geoff is apologizing to me over a contrived conflict over tea leaves, when the person who deserves the apology is sitting at our table with his world falling apart more than he even realizes. Forgive me, Will. He wouldn’t like us to deceive his brother. But he wouldn’t want to see Jamie heartbroken, either.

Forgive me, both of you. I glance over at Geoff, but he’s not looking at me anymore—too tangled up in embracing Jamie, leaving me to stand alone by the rain-splattered window, mired in guilt. To gasp for breath and scrabble for freedom, because the threads of our merciful lie are coiled around my neck like strangling vines.

No, not like vines.

Like a noose.

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[cyncerity]

I posted 482 times in 2022

360 posts created (75%)

122 posts reblogged (25%)

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I tagged 456 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#cyncerity - 345 posts

#mcyt gt - 278 posts

#mcyt g/t - 274 posts

#dad’s troubles au - 92 posts

#not g/t - 67 posts

#tw vore - 57 posts

#cyn art - 51 posts

#cynshitpost - 43 posts

#g/t - 29 posts

#store shifter au - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#don’t forget how much you and this community mean to him even now cause i’m damn sure wherever he is he’s watching all this go down hskslsh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

this took three days but i’m actually really happy with it? that never happens??

anyway, feel free to send asks for this au, i think by now we know that i’m thinking about it too much, but i hope you like these!

also click for better quality

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131 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#4

Steddie stranger things borrower au is all I need and want in my depressing life

just for you 💖

The nickname “big boy” just became twice as flirty jokingly mocking

133 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#3

this isn’t my usual content but i could not rest until i drew this

this is kinda a “secret world of arriety” type au (if you’ve ever read “the borrower” or “the littles” book series, think of those) but with stranger things!

idk how much i’ll do with the idea cause stranger things isn’t my main hyperfixation, but i’m in love with this idea

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156 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

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Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

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182 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the last post did so much better than expected! i’m genuinely really surprised, thanks for all the support on my short little shitty comic hsjsksl

Anyway, here’s pt. 2!!

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188 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #THE SHARK TALE AU #OH MY GOD #Also I guess I made more Dad’s Troubles AU content this year than any other au #that’s not surprising at all to me #also kinda embarrassing that the Stranger Things posts are all at the top and then my Stranger Things hyperfixation kinda just…died #sorry #i still like the show a whole lot don’t get me wrong it’s amazing #i’m just way less motivated to make stuff for that than mcyt #and don’t ask me why cause that hyperfixation lasted a month and dsmp is going on 2 years strong #also the longest tag made me a little sad but hey #it still holds true #:) #thanks for a good 2022 everyone #i’ve hit so many milestones and the fact that y’all are here is so just unbelievably amazing #thank you all so so much 💖

[tazticklez]

BYF (PLEASE READ)

My character lore is very complicated and I’ll generally be posting about one of the stories I’m most obsessed with (currently as of late it’s PureBlood), here are the TW’s and CW’s of what some of my art/posts will contain so be cautious:

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-side note I have never personally gone through/have most of the things I write so even though it’s important to the story I want to preface if you’re a victim/have any of the aforementioned disabilities/mental disorders(/conditions/illnesses)/experiences and find the way I depict them to be harmful in any way, I am very open to criticism so please personally dm me and inform me of what I should fix. Or if you want to help me correctly write a character with said experience’s feel free to do so I’ll make sure to credit you (unless you say otherwise)

also keep in mind I find most of what I depict to be very serious and I wont be glorifying/romanticizing any of what I depict to be “cool” or “cute” and I also do not condone any of this irl, I’m also not a proshipper (to any NSFW acc’s or proshipper’s don’t follow me please)

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IMPLIED/MENTIONED: s/a, rape (will never be explicitly shown), trafficking, animal death and torture, torture, religious trauma, war, incest, pedophelia, grooming, suicide/suicidal themes, self harm, abuse, eating disorders, demonization of mentally ill and disabled people, proshipping (mc is one, not me), crayons (this has its reason of being here), drugs/drug abuse, alcohol/alcohol abuse, medical trauma, murder, slavery, bright/flashing lights and colors, cults, body horror and sex jokes

I don’t care if you’re under 18, if you chose to follow after reading this that’s your choice and that’s on you, I only ask for you to handle these topics with respect and be mature about it and don’t make others uncomfortable please!

And I would love to grow a fanbase/community of course so hopefully you can be apart of that (only if you’d like)

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Although what I write is technically intended for people 18+, this is in no way a green light for you to be weird towards me (as I am a minor) or make sexual remarks about me or post/send me nsfw fanart. I say do whatever you want with my oc’s, use them for whatever and have any headcanons you like, unless they’re NSFW, have proshipping in them, or mocking a religion or whitewashing them, then please keep those DONT’s listed to yourself and try not to post it where minors can see it

(Also if you’re wondering why a 14 year old is writing stuff like this, all I can say is that I am severely paranoid and I want to finish my work as fast as I can manage and unfortunately my anxiety and paranoia won’t let me wait 4 more years, lmao idk if I’ll even be alive by then :P)

if you still want to follow me but don’t want to see these things, I’ll make a second account and link it in my profile where I’ll still post art/oc content but for all ages @tazthecas

Thanks for reading :D have a nice day

#oc #oc lore #lore #writing #dark themes

[makeroftherunes]

WIP Wednesday offering of The Elysium, as requested by @preetsramblings and @kedreeva ! I am so excited to work on this one - I originally just wrote an intro and then immediately started another project. But I hope this game will help it grow!

The snippet from the original post:

My family, when we hear from them, like to mock the God of Death who owns a nightclub. But the way I see it, my kingdom will continue beyond my control. Everything will die, even gods in their way. Why not make those souls’ life a little brighter, a little safer - why not make a life, lively?

The employees don’t know that Perci and I are anything other than two young, lucky people living the LA dream. To them, I’m just stuck with an odd name and a sense of humor. People will ask “Oh, like the Greek God?” And I chuckle and say, “Yeah, my parents were assholes.” It’s my favorite joke, but Perci always rolls her eyes. I think our GM might know something is up, but he’s never said anything.

The GM’s name is Greg. Not Gregory, just Greg, and he’s been with us for about 7 years. He worked his way up, helped us figure out how to become a reputable place. I might be a god, but the human economy is a travesty of creation. To this day I still have Greg do our accounting. He’s always kind with the new kids, makes sure employees abide by the rules, and is RUTHLESS if they don’t. And Greg, as it happens, was there the night in question. He actually brought me the issue, with a basket of pretzel bites. Greg almost never brings me issues or pretzel bites, which is how I knew it was serious.

“Hade,” he said carefully, putting the basket down on my desk, “we have an issue.”

“I figured,” I said, popping a pretzel in my mouth. It was so hot I nearly spat it back out. Eyes tearing, I busied myself with some paperwork so I didn’t have to see Greg’s admonishing look. “What’s up?”

“There’s a kid here. Like a young kid, maybe 14.”

“Okay, so they’re underage. Throw them out.”

“No, they’re not trying to drink.” Greg waited for me to look at him. He said quietly, “They’re real beat up, Hade. Like I’m surprised they’re walking.” He winced. “They seem to think we can help them.”

I stood up, perhaps a little too suddenly. Greg took a step back. “Where are they?”

“In the break room.” Greg opened the door for me and walked with me to the hall. “Listen, I don’t know what to do here. I’m not sure what to do, but they said they knew this place, and that it would be safe. And I couldn’t turn them away.”

I put a hand on his shoulder, pausing at the door. “Greg, you did the right thing. I’ll make sure they get home. Thank you.” He nodded, still looking a bit confused, and made his way back to the Saturday Night crowd. I opened the door.

A kid sat there, and in the terrible lighting of the break room they almost looked perfectly fine. Until the shadows over one eye didn’t disappear when they turned to look at me. Until they winced badly as they twisted in their chair, a basket of fries in their lap. Until their already pale face got even paler as I entered.

Greg had been right - this kid was young. I made myself seem a little smaller, and carefully pulled up a chair.

“Hey kid,” I said quietly, “what happened? Why are you here?”

The kid trembled for a moment, and then blurted out, “You helped a friend of mine. Someone tried to drug her here and you got him arrested and helped her get home. She told me about you and that if I ever needed help while I was out at night, to come here. Her name is Allie.”

I remembered Allie. She was a few years older than this kid, maybe 17 or 18, at least the night I got that piece of scum thrown out of my bar. The only time I would call the cops is if someone’s life is in danger, and that includes a girl’s drink getting spiked. Besides, the fool was in full view of four cameras. “Yeah, I remember. She was a nice girl.”

“Yeah.” The kid looked down. “But my - I got in a fight,” they rushed, “and I remembered what she said. So I came here.”

I frowned. They rubbed their nose and their hand came away bloody. I leaned over and yanked some paper towels out of our dispenser. “Why didn’t you go home, kid?”

They looked up again, and as soon as they did, I knew why. That’s where they’d come from.

#wip wednesday game #wip wednesday #writing #writeblr #badger scribbles #the elysium

[andrewuttaro]

Catechetical Cat (Week XX) Protest

I really only love God as much as I love as much as I love the person I love the least.

Dorothy Day

There was a family in my hometown who beguiled me. When I came back to town to be a Youth Minister the first two of their five children were coming up through faith formation. As one of four my mom joked she had enough kids for a farm, but this family actually had a farm. They themselves, largely without the help of hired laborers, maintained at least six acres of vegetable crops plus a healthy compliment of pigs and poultry. Though I grew up in a fairly rural place to actually encounter peers who were farmers was enough of an oddity to be mocked growing up. At least one of their children ended up needing homeschooling because of the bullying. But in the handful of times I was blessed enough to work with them on their land I experienced something idyllic. It was hard, sweaty work but the kids were happy out there as long as they were hydrated, and the nature of the work seemed to make one better for having done it. I’ve have had fewer more wholesome experiences to this day. Before I left town again this family would see their parents battle illness, unemployment, and the challenges of being a small, family farm in a country where factory farming is increasingly the norm.

Why do bad things happen to good people? To imagine divine punishment as a tic-for-tac reprisal system seems absurd once you consider how many wonderful people suffer horrific challenges. If one believes in a loving God it becomes simply impossible to believe that all suffering is punishment for prior sins. The mystery of evil is far and away the least fun of the constellation of mysteries that compose faith in a loving God. Of all such mysteries it is probably the one that folks who try their hand at theology have the least answers for. Every committed deist like myself has a couple of conversational answers like “evil as simply a deprivation” or the cliched to death “good comes from all things”. But the more difficult proposal to get across over a meal or through a blog post is “invitation to protest”. In other words: the evils and sufferings we face are invitations to break free of our bubbles of preconceived schemas of thought to get right up in God’s face and ask why. Yes, it is a virtuous thing to protest God sometimes.

When we see or experience suffering it calls us to action. We human beings rarely resign ourselves to torment, we rise up to face the causes of our troubles. Almost all political and economic change historically can be somehow tied to one group deciding their plight was too much. On a more subtle level suffering often results from humans forgetting the needs of other humans: for example when commodity prices fell precipitously in the Great Depression several governments subsidized the growing of crops they then had burned. I’ll let you google if that solution ended that downturn. We have to build a better world by protesting the one in front of us. It’s how change begins to germinate. On a more personal level, in spite of what a superfluously pious person may have told you, there is great spiritual good to come from protesting to God. Healthy dissent is a more fruitful starting point for growth than you might realize. Don’t be afraid to protest to God, you might find more faith than you expected there.

[poisonpercy]

Jason Grace as Facebook memes:

#when will my crusade against jason stop? the world may never know #i swear i love jason #one day i’ll make a post where i don’t mock is death #(*his) #unfortunately that day is not today #jason grace #heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #toa #the burning maze #pjo #pjato #pjo/hoo #pjato/hoo #pjoverse #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #skys post

[artzee-bee]

End of all things [1] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir)

Summary: Y/N had been Chat Noir’s friend and moral support for a long time now. Even though she had magical powers too, she never liked getting involved with akuma attacks, but now, as Hawkmoth’s gotten control of the miraculous of creation, she couldn’t stay indiferent anymore. She had to save her friend and Paris!

Genre: Mostly angst? A little fluff

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death/dying

A/N: This was requested, but as I was writting it, it got very long and I’ve decided to post it in 2 parts. I’m not gonna post the request just now, so as to not spoil the rest of the story but Part 2 will be coming out on friday!!!

Part 2

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Chat was pacing around the room, waiting for you to be done with your potion. You had heard from your parents that there had been a new akuma attack today, but as the news reported, the two parisian heros took care of the problem in no time. For this reason, Chat’s presence at your house felt unusual. Normally he would stop by when he needed to rant, when he was in need of comfort and reassurance but the fight today went well, so what could possibly be bothering him?

“Ok, I’m done” you said, screwing the cap on the little bottle and placing it on your shelf “Wanna talk?” you asked, to which Chat gave you a shy smile

“Yeah, a little”

You made your way to your bed, motioning for him to follow you. You got under your covers and passed him his favorite plushie, a cat to no one’s surprise

“So what’s up? Is it about the fight today?”

“Well no it’s more like a...personal problem?”

“Oh…”

“Claws out” in a rush of light and electricity, the infamous hero vanished before you, transforming into Adrien Agrest

“Well, what is it?” 

Adrien revealed his identity to you months ago. You first met him as Chat, but when you really got to know each other, he decided you needed to know all of him. Well, he needed you to know all of him.

You listened to him rant until way past midnight. Until you were both too tired to stand up straight, so you laid down in your bed, covers up to your necks, muffled stories told in between yawns. You listened carefully, giving him your full attention. He fidgeted with the collar of the stuffed toy and you used your magic to make 2 hot chocolates. Eventually, everything that needed to be said, was said. You offered Adrien to watch a movie, since that always cheered him up, but he refused

“It’s late and I have a photoshoot early in the morning. My makeup team will be angry with my dark circles anyways, better not make it worse” he joked

Adrien transformed back into Chat and you cast a safety spell on him, which you did every time he left your house late at night. He always teased you about being ‘too protective’, but deep down he found it sweet how much you cared and wanted to know that he would get home in one piece.

“Night Chat” you said, wrapping your arms around the hero

“Good night Y/N!”

The next few days went by quietly. You hadn’t run into Adrien at all, but you texted a bit back and forth. Sunday evening however, things took a toll for the worst. You turned on your tv, ready to catch up with your show when you heard Nadja Chamack’s voice doing the news report

“It seems as though Rena Rouge and Chat Noir are struggling to stay on their feet! They have taken shelter under a fallen bus, leaving Ladybug alone to defeat Hawkmoth'' your pulse skyrocketed. As you watched the screen you could see Chat and Rena off to the side, struggling to catch their breath. Rena seemed to be in pain while Chat was trying to help. Ladybug was using her yoyo the best she could in order to protect herself from the supervillain, who was wielding his cane like a sword over her head. The fight was clearly going in Hawkmoth's favour! You grabbed your jacket and ran out the front door and onto the empty streets of Paris, towards the Eiffel Tower, where the fight was taking place. 

People screamed at you from their balconies to go home, warning you about the fight and the danger you were putting your life in but you didn’t care. All you could think about was how they needed you. Chat needed you! Every late night talk and every inside joke shared between you two replaid in your head like a broken record. Behind Chat’s tough mask, his alter ego of hero and protector, was the fragile figure of Adrien Agreste. The young blonde boy who cried during romantic comedies, who liked to have his hair braided and forgot how to speak when someone complimented him. If you didn’t help, the heros would loose and he would most likely die! Alongside Ladybug and Rena who, even though you didn’t know their real identities, were still young girls. As you ran down the street, you heard kids crying inside one of the homes. You ran past but at the last second you heard Nadia’s voice coming from their tv

“Ladybug was akumatized”

You approached the Eiffel tower from the side, where you could see everything going on. In front of the tower, right next to Hawkmoth, stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in a tight, dark red suit, darker than Ladybug’s. Black butterflies replaced the dots of the heroine's suit and the purple butterfly mask of Hawkmoth’s control was shining over her face. Marinette was Ladybug! She did, in fact, get akumatized. On the other side, you saw Rena and Chat, struggling to stay up right. They were obviously in a lot of pain and extremely tired, but Hawkmoth was merely mocking them.

“After all this time” Chat spoke up, but his breaths were shallow and rapid “I thought you’d know one thing about us! We don’t give up without a fight. Never will. Especially not against you” and with that, the two ran at each other.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, you know?” he said “We don’t have to fight to death. I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience. All you have to do is give me your miraculouses willingly. The town will be safe, you will be safe! It’s the most heroic option you’ve got. You won’t be any good to Paris if you are dead”

You knew this was not just another fight between them. This was it. Either the heros won or everything they’ve worked for would be lost. Hawkmoth would win and get his hands on both miraculous and god knows what kind of destruction that would bring not only upon Paris, but the world. You focused all your energy in one spot in the air, right between where Chat and Hawkmoth were supposed to clash but before they could reach each other, you sent a wave of energy that blew both of them apart, like a bomb. Hawkmoth flew back into the Eiffel tower while Chat hit the pavement with a thud. Confused and certainly disturbed, both of them began looking around for an answer as to what happened when, finally, Hawkmoth’s eyes landed on yours.

“Aha, miss Y/L/N. What a spectacular honor to finally meet you!” you didn’t reply, instead you stood tall, maintaining eye contact

“I know a lot about you. Seen a lot. Felt a lot of your emotions. None of them can compare to the powers I’ll have with the two miraculouses. With Ladybug’s earrings and the guardian under my control, I’d say my mission here is almost over’’

“Y/N get back!’’ Chat screamed but you were too involved now to run. This was your fight too.

“It is time you give up Hawkmoth. Paris is not yours, neither are the miraculouses. We will destroy you, no matter what it takes!”

“Listen to yourself, kid! <<Destroy me>>? The most you can do is pull a rabbit out of your hat…” before he could finish his sentence, you snapped your fingers in his direction and instantly, the ground around beneath Hawkmoth and akumatized Marinette, fractured. From within the cracks, many tangled plants came out, encapsulating the 2 villains. You sprinted towards Chat and Rena, ignoring the signs of struggle coming from the prison of weeds.

 Alongside the two superheros, you hid inside a corner coffee shop, which was now empty.

“Y/N, you need to leave!! You are putting yourself in too much danger!” Rena told you, as she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

“Stop with that already! I am here and I’m not going anywhere!”

“Yes you are!” Chat looked at you. His voice was calm and yet, his eyes were filled with disappointment “You are not a superhero. This is our job!”

“You need help”

“No we don’t!” Chat had never, in all your years of friendship, raised his voice at you, let alone yell “ You need to stay safe! You could die! Hawkmoth doesn’t care about anything if it helps him get what he wants! I am ready to take that risk. Rena is too” you both turned to the red headed hero, only to see her slowly nod “But I can’t allow you to take it”

“You can’t tell me what to do”

“I don’t want you to die!” he screamed again “I love you and I will never forgive myself if you don’t come out of this alive!”

Before you could say anything, you saw Hawkmoth and his minion, through the cafe window, cutting through the last of the plants and escaping your trap. You grabbed Chat’s arm and pulled him to the floor, from where you could not be seen

“We’re in this together now” you said in a stern voice, looking the blonde kid right in his eyes “Whether you like it or not '' this time, he simply nodded.

You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your jacket and pulled out 3 little bottles, containing a mate, green liquid. You had prepared one for each of the heros, now you’d only need two.

“Here, drink this!” You handed each of them one “Regeneration potion. Should put you back on your feet.” as soon as they finished drinking the brew, you could see color coming back to their faces

“Where’s Marinette’s akuma??” 

“Her necklace” replied Rena “It’s a gift from her kwami”

“Got it. You deal with Hawkmoth. I’ll bring Marinette back!”

Chat and Rena exited through the front door, grabbing Hawkmoth’s attention. He called out to Marinette to attack, but before she could take a single step in your direction, you had snuck up behind her. Using a simple invisibility spell, you managed to exit unnoticed behind the two heros. It finally felt like the fight had truly begun. From the corner of your eye you could see Chat and Rena doging Hawkmoth’s attacks while you, were doing your best to get your hands on the stupid necklace! Even though she couldn’t see you, Marinette seemed to almost always know what your next move was. She would expertly block all your attack and would keep you an arm’s length away at all times. Finally, you had enough and in one swift motion, you pinned her back to your chest, ripping the necklace away. A wave of black and purple took over the both of you and when it vanished, all you were left with was a half unconscious Marinette in your arms. You dropped her to the ground slowly as she was coming back to her senses. You wanted to talk to her but your thoughts were driven away as you heard Chat scream bloody murder.

On the opposite side of the platza, you saw Hawkmoth rip Chat’s ring off his finger, forcing him to detransform. The exhausted figure of Adrien Agreste fell to the ground with a thud. Hawkmoth had, indeed, gotten his hand on both the miraculouses.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x reader #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste fluff #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste angst #chat noir #chat noir x reader #chat noir fluff #chat noir imagine #chat noir angst #rena rogue #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug

[crackedoutwalnut]

Sleep (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Y/N has been struggling with a case for three days and refuses to sleep until she gains headway. Natasha isn't having any of her crap and forces reader to sleep.

Warnings: Just fluff

Word count: 1,600

A/N: I originally posted this on my ao3 account and decided to post it here as well :)

It had been a week since the terrorist threats had been made on live television and three days since you had been assigned to finding information on the hostile organization known as Anubis. You were S.H.I.E.L.D's youngest and most skilled hacker. They had recruited you just over a year ago when your best friend, Peter Parker, suggested you to Nick Fury. You and Peter had met your freshman year of university; he was a smart young man, if a little goofy. The two of you hit it off immediately, and when he found out how skilled you were with computers, he immediately suggested you join S.H.I.E.L.D.

This seemed to have been a mistake considering you had been up for the better part of 72 hours and still haven't managed to get anything on these assholes. No matter how many times you analyzed the video, nor how many government databases and archives you cross-referenced, there was nothing about Anubis anywhere. The man in the video had been wearing an intricate black mask in the shape of a jackal, the animal symbol for Anubis, the god of death and mummification. You spent an entire evening alone researching Egyptian mythology and how the hell that could tie into a terrorist organization. However, seeing as Anubis has no digital trail or relation to any other hostile organization, your insomnia-addled brain failed to make any connections.

Groaning, you scrubbed at your face and took a sip of your now cold coffee. A total of four coffee cups, two Monsters, and a Redbull now lay empty on your desk. The caffeine did nothing for your exhaustion at this point; however, it was either that or go to sleep. You drained your coffee to the last drop.

Looking down at the bottom of your now empty Avengers mug, you sighed and stood from your desk. Shuffling out of your room, you trudged to the kitchen on the other side of your floor. You readily accepted Natasha's offer to share a floor with you in the tower back when the two of you first started dating. The prices of staying in the fancy university dormitories your school offered were outrageous, even for a S.H.I.E.L.D employee. You two often slept in Natasha's room, despite having a separate bedroom. Your eyes felt like lead at the memories of cuddling up with your girlfriend under a pile of blankets and pillows. Natasha usually did not like sleeping with more than a single blanket finding the heat stifling; however, she usually gave in easily when you pulled her down into the fluffy pile. Rubbing your eye with the side of your fist, you pushed the cozy memories aside and set your mug under the Keurig. Blindly you reached out to grab a coffee pod from a rack to the left of the coffee machine. Your drowsy limbs allowed the pod to slip from your fingers, rolling under the counter.

"Shit," you cursed, crouching down to look for the coffee. After a few moments of clumsily looking for the pod, you finally grasped it and went to stand.

"I've been looking for that shirt," a voice rasped sleepily.

You jumped and whirled around to see Natasha leaning against the kitchen counter. Her shoulder-length red hair was ruffled, and the plain black tank top she wore was askew. You looked down at the Captain America t-shirt that hung down to your bare thighs, "Didn't you steal this shirt from Steve?" you asked with a raised brow.

Natasha shrugged, "He never noticed, so it's mine fair and square."

Turning to face the coffee machine once again, you inserted the coffee pod and pushed the start button. "I'm not sure that's how it works." Natasha chuckled and strode up behind you. She wrapped her arms around your middle, kissing the side of your head. You hummed and leaned back against her, feeling the toned muscles of her stomach and biceps supporting you. She was firm but soft, like an expensive mattress. On lazy days you loved to read with your head resting against her chest. She would idly thread her fingers through your hair and listen to you softly whisper the words on the page. Sighing you, nuzzled the back of your head against the crook of her neck. Your eyes slipped shut as her fingers lightly traced your stomach.

"Where have you been? I have barely seen you these past three days."

"Busy with the Anubis case."

She spun you around lightly and inspected you, her brows furrowed slightly. "You look awful."

You snorted and nudged her, "Thanks, Babe."

She raised a brow, "When was the last time you slept?"

"I took a nap around lunch." You didn't mention that it had only been an hour long for fear of being on the receiving end of the assassin's wrath.

"Y/N..." she warned lightly. "you can't go that long without sleep. It isn't healthy."

You stepped away from her and shrugged, "I'm fine, I just need to clear a few more things up about these assholes, and then I will rest, I promise." You turned around and grabbed the steaming coffee cup. However, Natasha grabbed it from you and set it behind her on the counter. Groaning in protest, you went to reach behind her to grab it. "Nat, come on, I'm fine."

"You look terrible, Y/N," Natasha argued, grabbing your arms gently. "I know you want to prove yourself to Fury and the rest; however, you are of no use to anyone if you are too tired to do your job."

You huffed and looked down at the tiled floor beneath you. She was right, as always. Your mind was foggy and slow, making it hard to do anything productive. A couple of times, you drifted off at your desk. Not that you were going to admit any of that to her, though. "Fine, I will take a nap," you conceded, "But, you have to wake me up at 6. Got it?"

Natasha glanced at the oven clock that read 2:45 before nodding her agreement, "Alright, now let's get you to bed," She wrapped an arm around you and guided you to her room. Inside her sparsely decorated room, she had gathered three extra blankets as if knowing you were going to be joining her. You cursed her for being so persuasive. She laid down under the many blankets and gently pulled you down with her. The moment your body hit the mattress, you felt your body turn leaden. Relief crept through your bones as you leaned into the warm comfort. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and pulled your limp body against her front. You went slack as you felt her soft hands stroke up and down your sides. Your girlfriend pressed a kiss to the base of your neck and hummed contently. A cozy feeling settled in your chest as you let your eyes slip closed.

"One of these days, I'm going to convince you to let me be the big spoon," you joked drowsily.

She snorted and laid another kiss to the top of your head, "In your dreams." You rolled over and burrowed your head under Natasha's chin, her red curls tickling your cheeks. You wrapped an arm around her waist and slung a leg over her own. She chuckled and tightened her grip around you before tucking you more firmly against her. "You're too much of a koala to be a big spoon," she murmured against the top of your head. Her hand crept under your shirt and started tracing imaginary shapes against your back.

You huffed and nuzzled against the column of her neck. "We'll see," you slurred drowsily. Your eyes were now sealed shut with exhaustion and your limbs too heavy to move.

"Shhh, go to sleep," Natasha whispered, squeezing you gently.

"Remember, 6 am..." you trailed off to sleep before finishing the thought.

"We'll see," she murmured.

When you woke up, you found Natasha typing away on her laptop next to you. She wore different clothes than the ones she wore earlier that morning, sweatpants and a red hoodie. You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes. "I thought you were going to wake me up?" You questioned, shooting her an accusatory look.

Natasha looked up and smirked, "Oops, my bad. I guess I forgot," she shrugged innocently.

"Natasha, I was serious; I have so much work to do," you complained, moving to get out of bed. Checking the alarm clock on the bedside table, you gasped when it read 3 pm.

Before you could fully slip out from under the blankets, Natasha set her laptop aside and pulled you on top of her. You yelped in surprise as your head fell back onto her lap. "Come on, stay in bed with me. You have three hours until 6 anyways."

You scowled, "That is not the 6 o'clock I was referring to, and you know it."

Natasha grinned and shrugged, "You never specified; how was I supposed to know which one you were talking about?"

"You're an asshole," you complained.

She poked her lip out in mock sympathy and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Oh, I know I'm terrible, aren't I? Making sure my girlfriend is well-rested and not overdosing on caffeine, simply awful."

"I'm glad you agree," you muttered, struggling to stand up off her lap.

Natasha wrapped two strong arms around your middle and pulled you further against her, "Come on, three more hours," she moved so that her lips grazed your ear, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You melted at her tone and sighed, "Fine, but if you don't wake me up at 6 pm, I swear I'm breaking up with you."

Your girlfriend kissed your cheek and nuzzled against you, "Sure you will."

#black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers x reader #wlw #lesbian #marvel #black widow #natasha romonova #mcu

[thefreakishmuffin]

Let’s examine the dynamic between Hunter and Luz, Part 1

Buckle up buckaroos! This is gonna be a long one...

Here I am back with another character dynamic analysis. A few days ago I analyzed and discussed the toxic and troubled relationship between Hunter and Emperor Belos, and said that I would indeed be doing one later for Hunter and Luz. And that day is today! And since much of the episode was spent with these two characters interacting, expect this post to be quite a bit longer than my previous one. 

And instead of going over their first meeting in this, we will just be going over what happened in the episode Hunting Palisman, as I’m pretty sure that first episode has already been analyzed to death by my fellow internet people. And unlike my other analysis where I discussed the character interactions as a whole first before going into analysis, I’ll be doing both together along the way, since there is so much to go over. 

When the two of them first meet up this episode it’s when Luz is hanging out inside the palisman nest, hoping to find her own. However, in an effort to get Emperor Belos more palismen, our boy Hunter uses an airship to grab the nest and take it away. After Luz blasts him off of his own ship, and he comes back to magically tie her up, we see something a bit interesting.

It’s here that he gets right in her face and threatens to lock her away in the conformitorium. And when she mocks him, he has no problem telling her that they’ll basically just kill her. I’ve noticed that he only makes comments like this, and even jokes around as well, when he has the mask on, meaning that hiding behind the security of a mask gives him a higher level of confidence. Which would make sense, as when he has his mask on, he’s seen as The Golden Guard, a high-ranking official in the Emperors Coven. But without the mask... Well, we’ll get there in a minute.

Next we have Kikimoras hand dragon attack Hunter’s ship, stealing the palismen and sending him and Luz falling to the ground. When Luz comes to, she overhears Kiki talking with guards of the Emperors Coven, telling them that the Golden Guard is dead, and then realizes that Kiki intends to have her hand dragon eat him. Luz, being a good person, decides she’s not going to let that happen. She grabs his staff and goes to check up on him.

However, when she finally gets a look at him without the mask, she seems almost shocked at what she sees. She states that he looks like he could be a student at Hexside. She takes a close look at him, taking in his appearance, before smacking him in the face to wake him up. When Hunter wakes up and sees it’s Luz with him, he immediately gets irritated and defensive, but Luz uses her hand to cover his mouth. She tells him, “Look, I don’t like you. You’re a bad person, but Kikimora’s trying to kill you, and unfortunately, I’m too nice to let that happen.”

Let’s examine this quote here real quick. Luz is very plain and transparent here, letting Hunter know exactly how she feels about him. She doesn’t like him, and even goes as far as to call him a “bad person.” And she even explicitly calls herself “too nice” here in the same breath. Now we all know Luz is not a bad person, not in the slightest. But telling Hunter to his face that he’s a “bad person”, while also telling him she’s “nice” almost sounds like she’s trying to place herself on some kind of moral high ground. (Is this an over-analysis? Probably, but this is tumblr, that’s what we do here).

Now at first Hunter doesn’t want her help, and asks why he should believe her. They don’t really know each other just yet, so his annoyance is understandable. But when it becomes obvious that a hand dragon is hunting him down, he takes Luz’s lead and leaves his cloak and tunic behind. As they leave, he seems very disturbed to see that the dragon seems to gobble up his clothes with no hesitation. To think that, if he hadn’t listened to Luz, that easily could’ve been him.

The two of the start to walk through Litissa, a town that we’ve yet to see in the series. As the two of them walk, Luz seems mesmerized by this new and foreign location. But Hunter walks along steadfast with purpose in his step, as if he’s been here before and knows his way around. Which means he’s probably been sent here on assignments from the Emperor before. The two of them arrive at an outpost for the Emperors Coven. Luz seems scared for a moment here, as if perhaps Hunter is about to turn her in to the coven. Which he was likely going to do, anyway. He did state he was going to have Luz either killed or locked away just a few minutes ago. 

He approaches the scouts and, in an authoritative tone, says, “Scouts, direct me to your communications room. I need to send a message to the castle immediately.” And displays to them his symbol on his arm and shows he part of the Emperor’s Coven. However, the scouts don’t believe him, thinking that the symbol is just a temporary tattoo. He then states, “I am your superior, and I can prove it.” He then turns to Luz and demands she give him his staff, to which she refuses.

From the way he demands Luz gives him his staff, it shows that he’s very used to being the Golden Guard and having the authority that comes with the title. He’s used to giving orders and having them followed without question, so Luz refusing to give him his staff is incredibly frustrating to him. Not to mention the scouts who are ranks below him are talking down to him and treating him like a child. The fact that the scouts don’t see Hunter as their superior gives me cause to believe that they’ve never seen their Golden Guard in public without his mask on before. When Hunter is wearing the mask of the Golden Guard, he is viewed and treated as an adult, and as shown earlier, he is more confident and secure in his position. But without the mask, he’s seen as just a child who probably shouldn’t be out this late at night. I honestly believe that Hunter’s mask is symbolism of him trying to hide his true self to please others around him.

So anyway, seeing that she’s made Hunter angry, Luz runs away and he gives chase. While running through the town, Luz is able to temporarily get away from him using an ice glyph to reach the top of a building, and then taunts him when he can’t get up there on his own. He looks offended, and after a moment Luz starts to connect the dots and asks if he’s powerless without his staff. To which he glares at her and uses some parkour skills to get to the top of the building. This shows that, while Hunter is indeed powerless as a witch, for what he lacks in magic he makes up for in physical skill and ability. 

When he finally reaches the top of the building, Luz starts to use his staff to blast attacks at him, and even threatens him as well. But Hunter takes one look at her and already knows she won’t hurt him. He even takes her comment from earlier about her being a “nice person” and throws it back in her face. He also mentions that even if she did hurt and/or kill him here, she had no way to leave safely with the palismen all on her own. He even takes a moment to make fun of her, stating, “You really don’t think things through, do you human?” He calls her a human to devalue her as a witch, and this comment even plays on her insecurities from earlier in the episode where she realized she never thought through what her life would be like if she tried to be a witch back in the human realm. 

Luz is starting to sweat and look panicked here, because Hunter saw right through her, and brought some of her insecurities right up to the surface. This guy she barely knows, and who barely knows her, saw right through her, whether he knew it or not, and it’s freaked her out.

The two are interrupted when they overhear the roar of the hand dragon, and look off the building to see Kikimora, her dragon, and some of the Emperor’s scouts and guards standing outside the post. When seeing they have the palismen with them, Hunter takes notice that is seems Kikimora was after his catch. He seems contemplative, but not worried or threatened. Which is pretty interesting, considering the fact she tried to kill him earlier. 

Since neither of them want Kikimora to get what she wants here, Luz suggests that perhaps she and Hunter should truce for the time being. Hunter vocally doubts Luz’s ability and skill, but very reluctantly agrees. Luz’s cute and optimistic ways seem lost on him, and he just wants to get this whole ordeal over with as soon as possible. 

And that’s everything for this post! The rest will be in a part two, as this ended up being way long than I initially intended. 

Part 2 here

#the owl house #toh #toh luz #the owl house luz #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh hunting palismen #toh speculation #the owl house speculation #toh analysis #the owl house analysis #toh golden luz #the owl house golden luz #luz x hunter #toh luz x hunter #the owl house luz x hunter #character analysis #character dynamics #toh season 2 #the owl house season 2 #toh season 2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #long post #toh meta #the owl house meta

[chudleycanonficfest]

Family Tradition

Day 19, Story #1 is by @bavalon18

Title: Family Tradition

Author: bavalon18/Edie K. 

Pairing: Weasley family vibes

Prompt: "Siblings: The only enemy you can't live without" -Anonymous

Rating: Teen but only for language

Summary: The Weasley siblings engage in a long running debate. Set 2 years post War. 

  Thank you to adenei for the notes and help in rounding out this dialogue heavy piece! 

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“I hope you’ve all saved room for pudding,” Molly Weasley said to her large family that was gathered around the table. Sunday dinner at the Burrow was a regular occurrence but this week it was a particularly full table with even Charlie in town. And now that the dishes were scrubbing themselves in the kitchen sink, it was time to enjoy the sweet end of their meal. 

  “I’ve been waiting all week,” Percy said eagerly but as Molly lowered the two large cast iron pans she had been levitating onto the long table, the smile left his face. 

  “Mum! Where’s the chocolate?” Ron blurted. 

  “Ron, don’t be rude!” chastised Hermione. 

  “I'm not! Last Sunday, Mum said she felt like she had baked everything recently and was out of ideas. I said we hadn’t had chocolate in a long time and Percy mentioned her Double Devil Food and Mum agreed and that's what we were to get,” Ron said. 

  “Oh, I know dear,” Molly said, now beginning to serve. “But when I was babysitting for Victorie on Wednesday, Bill mentioned he was craving berry cobbler so I thought it’d be nice, what with berries in season.”

  “Oh,” said George knowingly, “Bill wanted it.���

  “Make your own bloody cobbler,” Ron snapped at his oldest brother. 

  “Make your own chocolate cake,” Bill fired back. 

  “Boys,” sighed Arthur, setting down his fork. 

  “It was at least two to one for chocolate cake,” pointed out Percy. 

  “Except Bill’s the favorite so his vote counts for three,” said George. 

  “I was home for two whole hours before this bloody ‘who’s the favorite’ fight broke out,” said Charlie, taking a plate of cobbler from his mother. “Might be a record.”

  “I don’t have favorites!” Molly said, clearly offended. 

  “Yes you do! It’s Bill and then Ginny,” said Percy. 

  “Must we do this every time?” asked Fleur, rolling her eyes. 

  “Me?” said Ginny. “Get out of here.”

  “Yeah,” agreed George. “Everyone knows Ginny’s Dad’s favorite.”

  “Ginny’s Mum’s second favorite because she’s the girl,” Ron said.

  “That’s quite sexist, Mum,” quipped George, digging into the cobbler on his plate. 

  “Yes, that sounds right,” Percy nodded. 

  “There is no way I’m the favorite over Ron,” Bill argued. 

  “Ron is the one that got away with everything,” George agreed. 

  Ron’s mouth dropped open as he stared at George from across the table. “You have to be joking.”

  “George is right. You stole Dad’s car TWICE and the second time you crashed it and lost it. And what happened to you?” Percy asked, using his fingers to tick off each of his points. 

  “The first time was justified - I was rescuing Harry from his shit relatives and I wasn’t alone,” Ron explained, glaring at George. 

  “Language,” scolded Molly. “There are children.”

  “Rescuing the Chosen One. Can’t expect us to face consequences for that,” George added. 

  “And the second time, Mum humiliated me with a howler in the Great Hall!” 

  “Wait. Are you saying when you stole that flying car, took it to Hogwarts and lost it, all you got was fucking Howler?!” Charlie shouted. Fleur made a face at the pieces of dessert Charlie had flung across the table in his outrage. 

  “Language!” snapped Molly for the second time. 

  “He left school and went to the Ministry to fight Death Eaters and she didn’t say anything during his fifth year!” Bill added. 

  “Yet when Fred and I left school, we got our arses chewed,” agreed George. 

  “I feel like those two events were different,” Hermione said, quirking her eyebrow and George shrugged with a grin. 

  “Ron was gravely injured,” Molly said. “It was hardly the time for punishment. 

  “Ginny was there as well,” said Arthur. “But we were hardly in the mood to dole out consequences.”  

  “How is Ginny the only girl and the youngest and Ron still gets away with more than her?” Charlie pondered. 

  “No way,” said Ron. 

  “After the war, Mum and Dad let Hermione share his bed the whole summer,” Bill raises his eyebrows in a suggestive manner at Ron, causing Hermione to flush. 

  “Well, it’s not like she hadn’t already shared the tent with him and Harry for a year,” Fleur reminded her husband. 

  “Except Harry wasn’t in Ron’s room with them!” said Ginny. “Harry was sleeping in Percy’s old room!”

  “Oh, was he sleeping in Percy’s room all summer?,” asked Ron, his tone mocking. Ginny, checked that her mother was distracted with serving before raising a middle finger in his direction. 

  Bill turned to his mother, hands gesticulating wildly. “You wouldn’t let my fiancée and I share a room the week before our wedding because you wanted me to ‘set a good example.’ What was the point if you changed your mind nine months later?” 

  “Bill, you’ll find that you learn new lessons with each child.”

  “This is bullshit.”

  “Language!” Molly chided again. 

  “Ron gets away with the most because he’s the one that found Mum’s actual favorite,” pointed out George. 

  “That’s exactly why! She doesn’t want to upset Harry.”

  “Please don’t drag me into this again,” Harry pleaded, who until that point had been quietly observing the sibling bickering. 

  “I certainly like Harry better than the rest of you right now! He’s not testing my patience!” said Molly, hands on her hips. 

  “You’re all in your twenties and thirties,” said Arthur, exasperated. “You should know by now we don’t have favorites. I can’t wait for your own kids to get you back with this ridiculous squabbling.”

  “I’m sorry Ron, I didn’t realize the change in pudding would bother you so much. I’ll make you a cake and drop it at your place tomorrow. Now, let me get the ice cream,” Molly said, walking back to the kitchen. 

  “What the hell? Where’s mine? I was the one that asked for cake?” asked Percy, mouth open in disbelief. 

  “Percy, welcome to the bottom,” said George.

  “We should get t-shirts,” Charlie suggested, raising his glass in salute. 

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest platonic #submission

[littlemissnoname13]

The life he always wanted (D.M.)

Summary: Draco’s life after the battle of Hogwarts

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

A/n: I wrote a multi-chapter a few months ago that never made it on here. This one shot has been pulled out of it and posted as a one shot just like “You and your green apples.” Which was supposed to be a part of that same multi chapter too.

Warnings: angst, Multiple mentions of avada and death so please read at your own discretion. Also please feel free to message me if I need to add any more disclaimers.

Word count: 2100+

The only thing illuminating the dark room was the flickering light from the television. 

Draco thought the muggles had really outdone themselves with that one as he had spent one too many nights in front of the television with a bottle of fire whisky.

Some nights he’d be too wasted to realise he’d been watching static for hours. 

Faint, fuzzy music could be heard all around the room even though the volume was set to a minimum and Draco took this opportunity to waltz you across the living room of your cozy one bedroom home. 

The house wasn’t too big but it was just the way you’d always wanted it to be—big glass windows, hardwood floors and a small spiral staircase leading to the roof. 

“The life we’ve always wanted.” You sighed and placed your head on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Draco.” 

One of his hands was placed securely on the small of your back while the other held your hand as you moved together with the music. Your soft, flowy hair bounced as he twirled you in his arms. 

“Oh really?” He smirked and watched you nod your head in response with a sad look in your eyes. 

“Yes really.” 

“Well I’m here now Darling so there’s no need to worry about all that.” He whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that don’t you?”

“I know Draco.” You whispered and he pulled you closer to him. “I know.”

Draco couldn’t begin to imagine what his life would be life without you in it. 

Shuddering at the dark clouds forming at the top of his blond head, he closed his eyes and inhaled sharply to make the clouds drift away. 

“Don’t you have to be somewhere tomorrow?” You asked tilting your head upwards to look at him. Draco noticed that your eyes brows crinkled a little as you said this—the look of worry somewhat prominent. 

“Oh yes.” He sighed, rolling his eyes at you. “I really wish you didn’t remind me.” 

“But you haven’t met our friends in so long.” 

“Your friends. ”He corrected you curtly. “And it’s only been a few months.” 

Well, it had been more than just a few months but It wasn’t his fault that he’d rather spend all his time with you. 

Draco noticed that you giggled when he said that as if you knew before taking his hand and guiding him towards the bedroom. 

He decided to not utter a single word of protest as he quietly followed you into the bedroom. 

“Come lie with me, Dray.” You whispered as he watched you slip under the covers. You looked so peaceful, so content and the whole moment seemed so fickle like it would fade away if he moved too quickly or blinked too hard. 

He hastily removed his shirt slipping under the covers next to you—his head on your chest as you lazily played with his hair. 

This was everything he’d ever wanted. 

“I love you y/n.” 

“I love you too.” 

~~~~~~~

“Glad you came, Malfoy.” Ginny smiled the best smile she could smile, opening the door to let him in the house.

“Well hello to you too Weaslette.” 

“Come on inside. We were all waiting for you.” Ginny said she led the way towards the living room filled with familiar voices and faces. 

“Potter. Weasel. Granger.” Draco muttered as he gave all three a semi polite nod of acknowledgement. 

“I uh—like your hair.” Harry commented looking at Draco’s unkempt blond hair now growing towards his shoulders. 

Upon hearing Harry, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and fought an urge to say something snarky. 

“So, may I ask why I’ve been summoned here?” Draco finally said as he sat down on an armchair opposite to Harry. 

“We just wanted to see you. You have been gone for a…bit...” Harry replied, clearing his throat. And we thought you might want this.” 

Draco raised his eyebrows suspiciously as Harry stretched out his hand to hand him a sealed envelope. 

“Cup of tea?” Ginny asked. 

~~~~~~~~~ 

As soon as he reached home, he tore his clothes off and jumped into the shower. 

He let the warm water wash away the ache he felt all over his body. There was no tell tale sign indicating the pain was physical or emotional. 

Nonetheless, the warmth of the water helped. 

To some extent. 

After what felt like hours in the shower, he finally stepped outside and wrapped a towel around his torso. 

The bathroom had fogged up and the fog had travelled all the way into the bedroom. 

In an attempt to get the fog to disappear, Draco cracked the surprisingly large bedroom window open and let the crisp night air flow into the room. 

“Someone’s back home early.” He heard you  mock in a sweet singsong voice making the tiniest of smiles appear at his lips as he turned around to face you. 

You were wearing a flowy satin dress and were perched on the top of his desk—dangling your legs. 

He paused to admire and remember every detail about the sight in front of him. 

The way the gust of wind coming from the window blew your hair towards your face. The way that flimsy satin fabric hugged your body. The way the flickering table lamp casted shadows on your features. 

Everything.

“I just couldn’t stay away from you.” He shrugged and watched you chuckle and get down from his desk. 

He patiently waited as you took long strides towards him before finally wrapping your arms around his neck—stretching on the tip of your toes and bringing your face close to his. 

“Open the envelope Draco.” You whispered softly into his ears. 

A flash of lightning lit up the entire room with a blinding white light as the sky roared. 

Draco nodded as he slowly reached for the crumpled envelope he’d left inside his coat pocket.

Taking a long breath, he looked up at you and you gave him an apologetic yet reassuring smile while he ripped the envelope open.

The opened seal of the envelope brought along with it, a familiar scent of cedarwood and vanilla. It was the smell he could smell on his clothes after spending the day with you. 

A small photograph fell out of the envelope.

It was a Polaroid you’d unintentionally taken one summer. Both of you had questionable expressions on your faces because you were both trying to get the Camera to work. 

You were chewing your lip in confusion and his nose was scrunched up; you both were not ready for the photo at all. 

His hands shook violently as sporadic rain drops started to pour down from the window leaving tiny splatters on the worn out photograph.

“Why?” He spat in anger. “Why did you have to throw yourself between me and that killing curse?” 

You smiled an apologetic smile at him once again; you did that a lot. 

“You’ll get drenched Draco—close the window.” You said,  dodging his question completely while you reached towards his hand again.

“Stop dodging my question.” 

“It hadn’t rained for a while.” You said making him heave a sigh and look up at the night sky.

One rain drop and become two and two had become three.

Draco took a wobbly step towards you and fruitlessly wiped the drops of rain that were falling on your cheeks. 

“And now it’s raining.” He pointed out with his voice shaky. 

“Excellent observation, my love.” 

The way you said it, the nonchalance in your voice made him furious. You were gone but he had to wake up every single day in a world where you no longer existed. 

In a stupor of grief, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards him. “Don’t you see?— even the sky is grieving the loss of what could have been! The life we could have lived!” 

“I like to think it’s the universe washing away the hurt and pain.” You whispered, staring deeply into his steely eyes. “You’ll see. It’s going to be a beautiful morning tomorrow. I can feel it.” 

“Why y/n? Why didn't you let me die instead?—you are gone and what am I left with? A worn out photograph of you?!” 

“Draco—”

“Every damned day, I feel further and further away from you.” He began sobbing. “The smell of your perfume is fading from my sweater, I cannot picture the way you used to laugh anymore—for the love of Merlin! I don’t even remember what life was like when you were with me y/n. It all seems so far away..so distant.”

“You have to let me go, Draco.” You whispered as you pressed your forehead to his. 

He physically felt the pain of his breaking heart all over his body. The sharp pain brought back all the trauma he had suppressed over the last few months. 

“No…No. No. No—Please don’t leave again.” He pleaded as angry tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Please. I—I don’t think I can handle it.” 

“You’ll see me again. I swear.” You said softly as he began to laugh an ominous kind of laugh, knowing deep down that you weren’t even there in front of him to begin with.

Everything was all in his head. 

Twenty seven months.

He’d been talking to the voice in his head for twenty seven whole months while the world moved on without him. 

“When? When will I see you again? In another life? Merlin!” Draco said in between his hysterical laughter. 

“Maybe.” The figment of his imagination whispered caressing the side of his face till he calmed down. “Maybe in another life I won’t find myself having to jump in between you and the killing curse.” 

Draco gave you a disapproving glare before he leaned down to find your rain soaked lips. 

With his index finger and thumb holding your chin up, Draco kissed you gently while his own tears and the acidic grey rain continued trickle down his face. 

It took him every ounce of strength he had left but he nodded like he was saying his final goodbye and took a step back— releasing you from his embrace and releasing him from his grief. 

You slowly turned on your heel and walked towards the door. 

“I’ll be waiting for you Draco.” 

He closed his eyes because he wasn’t ready to see you leave. 

So after what felt like centuries, Draco slowly opened his eyes. 

He was all alone. 

~~~~🍂🍁🍂~~~~

Autumn. 

It could be seen in the rustling trees and the gust of wind that made the amber colored leaves that were once bright green fall down onto a winding pathway beneath trees. 

A young woman strided along the winding path. Clicking her heels. Head tilted upwards, taking in the pinkish purple sky in all of its glory. 

A few books were tucked underneath her arm and a cloth bag loosely hung on her left shoulder. 

She was so occupied by the pleasant weather and whatever thoughts were circling her head, that she didn’t even realise that she had collided with somebody.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

She apologised profusely before she knelt down on the ground to collect the books she’d dropped. 

The stranger hummed in response and helped her gather the contents that had fallen out of her book bag. 

An oddly familiar smell tickled her senses. It was the smell of cologne and fresh mint. 

The smell of the cologne was so foreign to her. It was like nothing she’d ever smelled before and yet, she found herself feeling awfully comforted by it.

The smell sent her into a state of déjà vu. 

She looked up through her lashes and saw a boy with steely grey eyes making an eerie sense of familiarity washed all over her body. 

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” 

The boy blinked a few times before cracking a small smile. “I think we’re in the same Art history class. Judging by where you’re headed.” 

“Right.” She nodded as they slowly walked down the path together. “Don’t mind me. It’s just.. it’s just that you seem oddly familiar to me.” 

He shoved his hands into his pocket as they quietly walked next to each other. The silence wasn’t an awkward one. 

Not for him at least. 

It felt almost as if they’d always been walking together for years—in another timeline, in another life.

It all felt habitual. 

“Tell you what? He finally said looking down at the girl he’d just met. “How about we get coffee after class and discuss this further. You seem oddly familiar to me too.” 

“I’d like that.”

Her eyes pierced a million daggers into his heart.

“I’d like that a lot.” 

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Burnt Toast

Summary: “The only way to get fired from this household is through burnt toast...or talking to the police.” But why does the leader of the Peaky Blinders find burnt toast in particular so inexcusable?

Word Count: 942

A/N: This is probably the most random fic I’ve ever written, but at least I’m finally posting one! Hope you enjoy this creation stemming from a mad moment of inspiration and thank you so much again for 400 followers (it means so incredibly much to me) 🥰

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Tommy Shelby was a busy man: looking after himself was never at the top of his agenda...but it was for his sister.

Y/N had moved to Arrow House following Grace's death. Though Tommy never would've asked for it, the whole family knew that he would need someone to look after him, to make sure that his grief didn't lead him down a dark path. And, quite frankly, Y/N was the only one who could actually get through to him. She was perceptive, always seemed to know the right thing to do or say, and never made a massive fuss (which suited Tommy down to the ground). But the elder of the two Shelby sisters was also alarmingly blunt, brutally honest and never took any of her family's shit.

And Tommy's ever-growing rudeness was something that she would not stand for.

Three years after her arrival at her brother's manor, Y/N was still making breakfast for them both every morning. Whilst she knew that the staff would happily cook it for them, Y/N also knew that if she had made it, Tommy wouldn't dare to not turn up to eat it. It was her way of making sure that he got at least one decent meal every day.

So, that foggy Wednesday morning, Tommy trudged into the dining room and sunk into his usual seat at the head of the table. He placed a cigarette between his lips only to have it snatched away immediately, his desperate craving for the nicotine making him forget one of his sister's main rules: no smoking before breakfast.

At Tommy's scowl, Y/N couldn't help the snigger that escaped her. "God, someone's woken up on the wrong side of bed this morning, and I know it's not me or Charlie." Her comment was met with silence. "Not talking to me this morning?" Y/N's trademark sarcasm oozed out of her words.

"I am older than you, Y/N, don't speak to me like you do to my son."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Y/N chorused, mocking him further with a salute.

Tommy rolled his eyes at her behaviour, but Y/N didn't miss some of the coldness melting away from his demeanour at her antics.

"Right," Y/N continued, "Eat your breakfast and then you can fuck off again if you want to."

She placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of him, before taking a seat to eat her own breakfast next to him. Y/N saw him simply staring at the food, making no move to eat it.

"Everything alright for you?" Y/N enquired, eyebrows raised.

Tommy, snapping out of his apparent trance, cleared his throat. "Fine, thank you."

Humming suspiciously, Y/N began to tuck into her breakfast, but continued to watch her brother out of the corner of her eye. She observed him faffing around for a few minutes, pouring various drinks for the both of them (something that he never usually did), before slowly picking up his knife and fork.

At his hesitation, Y/N exclaimed "Come on, Tommy, out with it – what's wrong with your food?"

The man in question faltered – even though he would never admit it, his younger sister scared him at times – not wanting to reveal the truth. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he stated, "Nothing...toast's just a bit more done than you usually do it."

Y/N looked down at the slices in question. Yes, they were a couple of shades darker than normal, but they were by no means inedible. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Oh, I do apologise, your highness!" Sarcasm was dripping from her voice once again. "Let me go and prepare you some more." Y/N snatched the plate away from her brother before he could say otherwise, bowed deeply and scuttled out of the room.

A few minutes later, she returned and announced "Well, it must be your lucky day, Tommy. These were the last two slices of bread in the kitchen, and you got them."

Tommy was alarmed at the sight before him. The two eggs, now stone cold, were accompanied by toast that had been purposely burnt to a crisp. "You can't be serious." His voice was deadly.

"You know you don't leave this table until you've eaten your breakfast, Thomas," Y/N replied pointedly. She relaxed back into her chair, crossed her legs, folded her arms and raised her eyebrows when he continued to stare at her. "I'm in no rush today, so I'll stay and keep you company. That'll be nice, won't it!"

It was at that moment that Tommy realised that he had overstepped the mark. Y/N had given up a whole part of her life to look after him and his son, and he had thrown a tantrum over the colour of his toast. So, grimacing, he gave in and began to eat, feeling Y/N's smug stare on him the entire time.

After that morning, it became a bit of a ritual for Y/N and Tommy. Whenever Tommy's behaviour was out of order, Y/N would deliver him a plate of burnt toast no matter where he was. Sometimes, she would simply slam the plate on his desk and walk out, leaving Tommy to feel ashamed of himself on his own. But when he had really gone too far, she would sit and watch him suffer his way through each mouthful, savouring every single moment of his displeasure.

Burnt toast became a symbol for the siblings, one that screamed 'Get the fuck off your high horse, Tommy,' and only one person in the world could ever speak to the leader of the Peaky Blinders like that and not get cut: Y/N Shelby...and nothing would stop her from doing it.

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Masterlist

WC: Unknown

TW: Cursing, a little angst, mentions of trauma (Levi’s trauma), potential spoilers??? vague mention of Levi having a panic attack, mentions of death

Levi asking you to be his significant other headcanons

What you need in order to be his S/O

-First things first, if you want to be his significant other then you need to be tough, thick skinned, stern, independent, a clean person and incredibly strong willed. Levi doesn’t have the time to take care of you 24/7 

-However that’s not to say he won’t take care of you when you need to be taken care of, just don’t expect him to rush to your beck and call every time you’re in distress.

- You also need to know how to keep your emotions in check because if it’s one thing Levi is damn terrible at- it’s dealing with emotions. I mean- he grew up in the underground and had to harden his heart just to survive down there. I’m not saying he doesn’t care about your feelings, he’s just not the greatest at comforting you when you’re upset because comfort is something he hasn’t felt in a long time. Of course he’ll try his best to make you feel better but don’t expect heartfelt words from his mouth because he shows his love through touch and small acts of kindness.

- You would also need to be friends with him for a long time. I’m talking since Kenny abandoned him type long. I only see him getting together with someone he’s known since childhood or when he first entered the survey corps. Realistically after 10 years of being in the military and seeing so many of his friends die terrible deaths, I don’t picture him opening up emotionally to someone he’s only known for a short period of time.

-I also picture him being really reluctant to ask you to be his S/O because in his world you never know when you’re gonna die. But he goes for it because he realizes if he’s gonna die, he wants to die knowing he spent his life with you.

-Now onto the good stuff!

How he asks you

-Sorry to burst your bubble kids but Levi is the furthest thing from “candle lit dinner on the beach underneath the full moon” he’s closer to “hey we almost died and because of that I’m finally telling you how I feel”

-I imagine it being late at night while everyone else is asleep, you and Levi being the only two captains awake and he walks into the “Captains only meeting room” just a few minutes after you do

-He’d give you a  little hum of acknowledgement and walk over to the back counter where you’re making your favourite tea and just scrunch up your face when he sees what type of tea is brewing

“Really? Peppermint tea? God I don’t know how you drink this shit”

- All you do is roll your eyes as you stir a spoonful of sugar into your cup

“Sorry that some people don’t like black tea, your highness”

-He just let’s out a slightly amused “tch” at the mocking name

-He’ll just watch you for a little as you bustle around the room with quiet footsteps, his eyes following your movements like a hawk.

“What? do I got something on my face?”

-Shit- you caught him looking. He just scoffs and joins you at the table

-”How are your wounds?” he makes light conversation with you to try and distract himself from his sweaty palms. Levi is slowly unraveling before you and he hope’s to the sky above he can admit his feelings before he does something humiliating.

-He can see that you’re about to reply but he cuts you off before you can even formulate a proper sentence.

“Listen, I need to get something off my chest- this shit has been weighing me down for months. Just let me finish before you say anything, I’m losing my damn mind right now”

-His teeth grind together as he tries to form a coherent sentence

“You’re the only person I have left in this shitty world and I’m fucking terrified of losing you. When that bastard titan yanked on your wires I nearly shit out my heart in panic”

-Levi’s face just scrunches up in absolute agony at the thought of you dying right in front of him- you’re the last person he wants to die at the hands of a titan.

“Fuck I’m bad at feelings and shit- what I’m trying to say is that I care about you...I care about you so damn much that when I get nightmares of you the first thing I do is run to your room to check that you’re still breathing”

-Levi is shaking at this point, his eyes are filled with tears that are threatening to fall but he keeps going- he hasn’t told you he loves you yet. 

“God fucking damnit! What I’m trying to say is that I have feelings for you and I can’t hide them anymore because I don’t know how much time either of us have left”

-Cue the waterworks

-This is the first time in all your years of knowing him that you’ve seen him cry- and it scares you shitless because if someone as strong as Levi is full blown sobbing, it must be serious. You didn’t even see him shed a tear when your friends Isabel and Furlan died- just pure anger and murderous rage towards Erwin.

-You’re left completely speechless...how would you even begin to comfort such a broken man? You do the only thing you can think to do and wrap your arms tightly around him while lets out years worth of tears.

-The two of you sit like that for hours, one hand rubbing his back and the other running your fingers through his black hair

“I don’t want a bullshit answer, just give it to me straight- if you don’t want me then tell me right now”

-He looks up at you with bloodshot eyes, cheeks a rosy pink from all the crying and you can feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach

‘‘I’ll stay by your side until the day I take my very last breath, I can promise you that Levi”

-Your thumb caresses his cheek softly and he gives an ultra rare Levi smile

-First order of business now that this relationship is official, you aren’t allowed to drink that shit in a cup you call peppermint tea”

“Pry my peppermint tea from my cold dead hands, you tasteless dumbass”

-He laughs and gently pushes your shoulder. But what the two of you don’t realize is that Hanji overheard everything and is now on her way to tell every living soul about “the two lovebirds”

-Let’s just say that holding Levi back from killing Hanji was much more difficult than killing an abnormal titan

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