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The Children of Merlin ** (8/? | 74,661 | Rated M)

Magnus Bane has everything he could have hoped for: a job at Hogwarts, a chaotic made-up family that he loves more than anything and the freedom of doing what he wants whenever he wants.

When his friends manage to drag him to a Quidditch game, he doesn’t expect it to change his life. For better or worse.

They call themselves the Children of Merlin and they are going to make his life a living hell.

One Show Only ** (6/7 | 25,946 | Rated E)

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

Holding the Stick ** (8/? | 47,064 | Rated M)

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.

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Connor, if you are reading this, I have failed to say goodbye as I wanted, but the time never seemed appropriate. 

I leave this land and all its resources to you. I trust you now know this place has become something of great significance. A community to serve as an example of what this would-be nation could become. But the larger and stronger it grows, the more fragile and difficult to defend it becomes. I hope your friends who are birthing this infant country understand this truth. 

Your unwavering tenacity and honesty have burdened you with responsibility far greater than any one man should bear. But you, if anyone are capable. You have given an old man hope that all is not lost and for that I thank you. 

I ask that you lay my bones to rest on the hill overlooking the water, there is no other place on this earth I’d rather be. I am grateful to have met you, knowing you will guide this land and these people to a better future. 

Yours in brotherhood, Achilles.

I never properly said goodbye to you. I was not ready. So here I am.

The weight of my responsibilities never seems to diminish. There is always something else that needs fighting for. This is something you never warned me of, maybe because you thought I would have been deterred - you would have been wrong but I know you were not accustomed to that.

Life carries on here. The people seem happy - they are certainly safe, at least for now.

One of my brotherhood asked me something I have been struggling with, what happens if - when - we win? When we stop the Templars? It is a question I certainly do not know the answer to, perhaps you did not either.

I miss you. As I miss my mother. I hope all is well with you, wherever you are.

Goodbye, Old man, until it comes time for me to join you - then I will bother you once again.

I’ve always wanted to try animating Sonic from the Sonic CD cut-scenes. I just feel that they have a lot of charm to them. Although I wish I could have done them a little more justice with my own work.

I know this sort of thing is usually frowned upon, but if you could please take a moment to consider following my blog, it would mean a lot to me! Since there’s no guarantee that anything that I make will even be noticed. And it would be great knowing that there’s people out their that like what I do as I continue moving forward.

I’m re-uploading this in hopes of it getting more attention, since I last uploaded this right as new Sonic Mania footage was release and I doubt anyone had a chance to see it. I’m not saying it deserves it, but I just want to get it one last chance.

you finished the lights and the small tree in the corner, but you still had one trick up your sleeve.

your boyfriend, Jordan, had been chosen to work a ton of extra shifts so you had volunteered to decorate the station in an effort to be around him more. it was pretty fun, especially since you had gotten the best Christmas Decoration of all.

you hung the Mistletoe in the doorway to the station. then you sat down.

Jordan laughed, “what are you doing?”

“waiting for the next person who comes into the station because my boyfriend is super busy and hasnt kissed me in hours.” you said jokingly.

“if you wanted a kiss you could have just said so.” Jordan said, standing from his chair and starting towards you.

of course at that exact second Stiles poked his head out of the Sheriff’s office, “keep it PG.” he stated.

“who let you in?” Jordan asked in shock.

Stiles’s eyes widened, “i may have maybe snuck in?”

The Science Fair

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Peter Parker X Reader / Tony Stark X Daughter! Reader
request from @jessie-ohler “ Can I have a tony stark x daughter!reader and Peter Parker x reader? You can have whatever you want in it.”

Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter and best friends with Peter Parker. Things start to get really interesting when Peter asks the reader to be his partner for the Science Fair, when what he really wanted all along was to be her boyfriend! 

(Written with Tom Holland Spiderman in mind but could just as easily be Andrew Garfield or your favorite Spiderman. Not my gif.)

“Hey Stark, wait up!” You’d been rushing through the halls trying to get to your next class on time when your best friend called out to you. Peter Parker had been your best friend since your Freshman year of high school together. He was always dropping things and fumbling around at school but what he lacked in social skills he more than made up for with his genius IQ. “Sorry to keep you,” He apologized. “But I was wondering if you’d be my partner for the Science Fair?”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you wanting to come over and borrow my dad’s state of the art lab again, would it?” You winked at him.

“W-what?” He stammered. “No! I mean maybe a little. But we had so much fun the last time!”

“The last time when we almost burned the place down?” You reminded him.

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“ I watched it, every day. Every single day. It spread more and more and more. Every time you spoke to me. Every day I came home, it had spread farther, gotten darker.” 

I got a lot of asks from people who were worried about Karamatsu ever since I made the post about his mental state, and then again in my followers post. Well, my friend wrote a wonderful fic about it which honestly is what I wanted to say except they put it into much better words than I ever could. SO if you want a conclusion to Karamatsu’s situation, you should go read the fic!!!

this is quite possibly my favorite blooper EVER because I can 100% see Uhura wanting to dance with her man and playing him like a fiddle to make it happen. Let’s be honest there’s not much he would or could deny her.

“Nyota if I’m not mistaken this is one of your favorite songs.”

“as per usual you’re right,” She smiled at him. “you know what I would like even more; if you would dance with me.”

“Nyota I doubt that would be appropriate," the tips his ears flushed green like they always did when he felt embarrassed  "particularly with so many of our fellow crew members present.”

“Well maybe I can convince you in a way you’ll understand,” Uhura laces her fingers in his. “Ok how’s this Don’t think of it as dancing infront of people and embarrassing yourself. Think of it as an exercise in compatibility."  

"would you elaborate in that please?” he inclined his head curiously.

“when you dance being compatible with your partner is crucial.” she knew she had this one in the bag once a logical argument was presented the end result was almost guaranteed. “You have to trust the one your with and move together within the confines  of the music. so the question Mr. Spock is do you trust me?"  

"Implicitly,” Spock nodded rising from his chairs at their table and extend his hand in offering. “May I have the honor this dance Ms. Uhura?”

“of course you may,” she accepted and allowed herself to be lead to the only truly open space on the Mess deck.

 They didn’t touch at first the tune was set to a Vulcan lyre  so the dance was almost a waltz as they mirrored each other moving in a tight circle. “we appear to be attracting attention,” he was most certainly right every eye present was on them and nearly all chatter had died away. “should we stop?”

“nah lets just finish the song,” she whispered so only Spock could hear her. “just act like no one else is around and keep your eyes on me.”

“that is most definitely a feat I can manage,” he placed his hand at her wait waist drawing her close using his other hand to capture hers. when asked
what he was doing he quietly replied. “Deviating I’m trusting you and also the music.” at a particularly long chord he increased the distance between then spinning her and then renewing their positions

when the song ended there forehead were intimately touching and the deck erupted in applause after which they left the deck to the turbo-lift. “thank you.” she placed a soft kiss on his lips. “admit it you enjoyed it.”

“I found it exceedingly pleasing yes.” the corners of his mouth twitched to the Spock equivalent of a smile “you and I appear evenly matched and compatible for the exercise.”

“As well as others commander,” it was a start at least. “as well as others.”

#and not a logical thought was had for the rest of the night 

Jonathan Toews

A/N: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/F/N) = your first name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

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“What are you looking at?” I questioned my boyfriend of 3 years, Jonathan Toews, Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks.

“My beautiful girlfriend”. He said with a smirk.

“That I want to kiss so badly right now”. He said and after placed a kiss on my mouth.

“So what are we going to do today?” I asked Jonny.

“I was thinking we could go skating”. Jonny said.

“I don’t know how to skate”. I said.

“I can teach you”. He said as a smile crept onto his face.

“You’d just love that won’t you, seeing me not being able to do something that you can”. I say as I cross my arms over my chest. 

“I sure would, but what I would love more is to teach you how to skate so we can skate together, now go get dressed, I wanna go”. Jonny said.

“Fine”. I said as I got off the couch and walked into our room to change into clothes suitable for skating. I put on my black leggings and one of Jonny’s Blackhawks sweatshirts and I wore my red converses, I did my makeup and put my hair into a ponytail. I walked out of the room and saw Jonny standing in front of me.

“You know I love it when you wear my clothes”. He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I know you do” I said as I stuck my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pulled out his keys.

“It’s my turn to drive” I say as I walked out the door.

“No you don’t, you drove last time” He said as he picked me up from behind as I squirmed in his grasped.

“Put me down!” I say (more like yelled).

“Only if you give me the keys”. He says as his grip tightens.

“Fine! Fine! you get to drive”. I say as I placed the keys in Jonny’s hands as he lets go of me.

He grabs my hand and holds it in his own. “I love you, (Y/N)” He says.

“I love you too, Toews” I say.


About a half an hour later we arrived at the Blackhawks arena. Jonny grabbed the bag with the skates in it from the back. He held my hands as we walked into the arena. We made our way down the familiar route to the locker room. He set down the bag and we grabbed our skates and started to tie them. 

“Make sure to tie them tight, (Y/N)”. Jonny reminded me.

“I know that already”. I said looking over at him and of course he was already done tying his.

“You want me to help you?” He asks.

“No, I’m good”. I say focusing on tying my skates instead of looking at my insanely adorable boyfriend, who I desperately want to look at. 

I finished tying my skates and we made our way over to the ice. Jonny had gone onto the ice first and then helped me on. He was holding my hands and making sure that  I didn’t fall on my face.

“Don’t look at your feet”. He instructed me.

“What am I supposed to look at then!”. I said.

“Look at me, (Y/N)”. Jonny says.

“I’ll get distracted and fall if I look at you”. I say not looking up from my feet.

“No you won’t and why would you”. He said with a laugh.

A blush starts to form on my face.

“Do I still make you nervous” He said.

“A little bit”. I say as my face gets redder and I feel tears starting  to form in my eyes.

“Why, (Y/N)?” He questions.

“Your Jonathan Toews, Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks and I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), a totally nobody who dating a somebody”. I say.

“Well how would you like to be (Y/N) Toews, wife of the Captain of the Chicago Blackhawks, a somebody married to a somebody”. He says as he gets on his knees in front of me. I put my hand over my mouth and my face was fully red and tears were in my eyes.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand time yes!”. I say with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled. Jonny slips the ring onto my hand and then gets up and hugs and kisses me.

“You get that on video, Kaner!” He shouts at Patrick Kane, who emerges from behind the seats.

“Sure did!” He yells back.

“Now there’s something to show our future children”. He says smiling making my smile get bigger.

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Attempt one at Team Free Pets. Still can’t figure out how to do a mask on it more involved like what I want, of it’s even possible, though surely so, to give it that comic book quality like you could in a single image. Maybe if I duplicate the layers into a different group and play with one set at a time, in order to overlay the effects. I’ve never tried anything this detailed, so I’m not sure. I mostly just subtitle them and adjust colors and such.

Gonna remake the Dean one, because it didn’t turn out as well as I hoped, but it’s late and I’m hungry because I didn’t really eat dinner. I think I might need a better video clip. I’ll fool with it again Friday. Really not happy with how it turned out, and trying to remember if I fixed the resolution or if I remembered to sharpen. Dunno. Too tired.

Trying to think now if there’s a scene with Crowley and an animal, but I think they point is that Tree Free Will needs pets, mostly Sam, who deserves all the dogs. His turned out best, too. Definitely gonna have to remake both Dean and Cas. I think the cropping messed them up? idk. I don’t do this very often, and generally just with my reaction/discussion vids.

Once I get it more like what I’m wanting, thinking of adding Batman-esque name captions. I really want to be able to alter the coloring like a comic book and give it ink lines… Anyone know of a tutorial for a more complex edit like that?

Imagine knowing Bellatrix well and being the one she comes to when she is scared to go through with her arranged marriage to Rodolphus

You didn’t understand the resentment that was coming from the constantly chatty girl standing next to you. The two of you had been going on this walk for about two miles and in the entire time she hadn’t said more than “hello”.

Finally you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Bella, what’s going on?” You ask softly, looking around at the beautiful Black estate.

Bellatrix pursed his lips and sighed softly, turning to you. “I don’t think I want to be married,” She said softly, as if someone could hear you. “I’ve heard terrible things about Rodolphus. He’s not a good man.”

“Oh, Bella…” You murmur.

“Don’t give me your pity, Y/N. I don’t want it.”

“Bella! That’s not what I mean-”

“I don’t /care/ what you meant. I know what you said. I don’t want your pity…. I think you should leave.”

You felt your heart break, watching Bella’s eyes shine with tears.


Elijah Mikaelson “Band aid”

He had just rolled his eyes at the package of band aids Klaus had held up.
“You can’t be serious, Niklaus. You have a daughter, I hardly think the version with dinosaurs is appropriate for her.” Klaus looked at him, package in his hand, indignant look in his eyes.
“And what did you have in mind, brother? I will not let my daughter be determined by what the outside world thinks is appropriate. If I want dinosaurs for her, I will buy dinosaurs.” Elijah merely smiled, looking at the shelf. He had never realized humanity had thought out so many options to make children happy after they were wounded, and suddenly his eye fell on a certain package.
 “I am fairly sure Hope will enjoy this one a lot more than your option, brother.” He grabbed the package with pink band aids, cupcakes all over them. Klaus rolled his eyes and started laughing.
“Could you pick one that is more girly than that?”, he mocked. Elijah shrugged.
“I do not have a lot of experience with little girls, but I have heard pink is one of their favourites. Besides… aren’t you sure you are not choosing those to satisfy your own needs instead of those of your daughter?” Klaus snickered, looking at the box Elijah was holding.
“Are you doing anything else then? The noble Elijah, trying to fulfil the needs from his niece. Fine… why don’t we buy them both and see which one she prefers?” And that is what they did. Not that Elijah had planned ever needing them. After all, Hope had the most powerful protectors anyone could think of. There would be no need to patch her up, but they wanted to be prepared, no matter what. When it was necessary, he was glad they had took the necessary precautions. The moment he had opened the closet to grab the band aids, a smile had appeared around his lips.
“It seems she will be the typical girl, Niklaus…”, he had muttered when he grabbed the pink band aids with the cupcakes. After all, Klaus wasn’t there to tell him otherwise. You had heard he said something, but he had ignored your looks.
“Come on, little one…” You looked on, totally softened, when he took his niece on his lap, brushed his fingers carefully over the wound, the wound you still felt guilty about, before applying the band aid.
“I’m so sorry…”, you started to apologize. You should have paid attention, you should have made sure this shouldn’t have happened. He held up his hand to stop you.
“Hope is but a child. This was to be expected. Why do you think we have taken our precautions? I am just glad I am the one here instead of my brother.” You looked surprised.
“Why is that?” He smiled again, Hope’s hand clenched around his finger, using his other hand to wipe the tears from the infant’s face.
“You might want to take a look in the closet for an answer on that question. You opened it and suddenly burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Klaus bought the other ones? Next time I’m gonna get out the dinosaurs… she can’t choose which one she likes more when she only saw one of them?” You shook your head when you walked back.
“You will not do that, Y/N. As long as I am here, I will do what I deem fitting.” But you could see the twinkling in his eye. You laughed, shaking your head.
“Two thousand year old vampires, and they are fighting over children’s band aids… This is kind of funny, you know?”

Klaus imagine

“Klaus?” I whispered.
He didn’t respond like usual. He continued to sit there, his back towards me.
“Klaus?” I said a little louder.
“Leave. Me. alone.” He answered sternly.
 That was it I couldn’t take this any more. I marched right up to his chair, kneeling in front of him.
“Klaus.” I said harsher, forcing him to look at me.
“Please just go.”
“No.” I oblige.
“What do you want me to say, huh? That that I’m a horrible person. And it’s all my fault she dead?” He asked.
I could hear the pain in his voice, the heartbreak.
“Its not your fault Klaus.”
He didn’t bother to listen. Shaking his head no.
“It was! Its all my fault! If I was there for her! If I hadn’t left she would still be here!” He shouted.
“You think that by you staying with her she would still be alive?! No Klaus someone would have just waited for the chance she was alone. You and I BOTH KNOW its true! You can’t just keep sitting here wallowing in pain. She’s dead I get that-”
“NO YOU DONT! YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO LOOSE THE ONE YOU LOVED!” Klaus hollered, his eyes know filled with tears.
“Klaus, please just listen to me.”
“Sigh.., fine.”
“I know she wouldn’t want you to be like this. Distraught. She would want you to go out and be the old Niklaus that she fell in love with. The one everyone fears, and find who did this.”
Klaus looked up at me with pleeding eyes, “I can’t do this anymore y/n. I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay. She was the only person that made me feel normal again. Not like the bastard son who always has to prove himself to everyone.”
I could tell that it was going to take a lot more of persuading to get him back to his old self.
“I know…”

Remember that time when Will kissed Alana and then went to Hanni’s house? Do you remember Hanni’s words and the way he looked at Will (bby was so salty 😆)

Hanni was like, “And you drove for an hour just to tell me that?” OMG I was dying at that okay!
He was so freakin’ jealous. All I could hear him say was:

“Are you fucking serious Will? You came here to tell me you were munching on Alana’s lips? Mind you, she has nice lips, but mines are better Will. Look how I pout, look at these cheekbones. What else do you want Will? I know how to cook. I can be your stay at home murder husbando. I want to eat you, but I won’t. You need to season more bby. For now I’ll just keep fucking with your mind, until you break, Teacup.”

Don’t mind me guys, I’m going through Hannibal withdrawal 🔫👣

Three years. Three years and counting since you had seen the love of your life, James Moriarty. He came into your life and filled it with joy, then, he took it all away. You never knew that James would end it that way he did. A bullet in the mouth, that is not nearly dramatic enough for him. Still, there was no denying that he was gone, and there was nothing you could to but grieve. You visited his grave everyday, leaving a flower or two, and just talking to him. There is nothing more that you wanted than to have him by your side again. You knew what he had done, but you did not care one bit. He was the love of your life. And now he was gone. 

Another dya, another flower and another chat. It was the same mundane thing everyday. As soon as you got off of work you would walk to the cemetery, grabbing flowers on the way, and then, you’d just sit and talk with him. He never responded, nor did you expect him to. 

For some reason, today was little different. There was a man standing at James grave. You knew James and he was not one to have many friends, so another person visiting his grave was wrong.

“Excuse me, sir, can I help you?” you asked, walking up to the grave

“I could have sworn you would recognize me” you heard a familiar voice say

“Do I know you?” you asked, getting closer to the stranger

“I’d hope so” he said, turning to you. 

There he stood. The love of your life, whom you thought to be dead, standing at his own grave

“J-James?” you questioned nervously

“Did you miss me?” he asked, a cocky smirk spread over his face

“You’re, you’re dead” you said, tears streaming down your face

“Does it look like I’m dead” he said sarcastically

“I identified your body, you were dead” you insisted 

“Honey, do dead people walk?” he questioned 

“You, you bastard!” you shouted, banging your hands on his chest. “There was funeral, I had to bury the love of my life!” you screamed angrily

His hands grabbed your wrists to stop you from hitting him more “relax, (y/n), I’m back” he said 

“What does that have to do with anything!?” you asked 

“It means ‘there love of your life’ is back for you” he said dramatically, eyeing you up and down “and he sure has missed you” he said seductively

You reluctantly pulled yourself away from his tight grip “how could you do that to me?” you asked

“I did what had to be done” he said plainly

“And you couldn’t tell me that until now? It’s been three years!” you said, starting to get angry again

“Why don’t you give daddy a hug huh” he said jokingly “maybe that will make you feel better”

“Why don’t you come make me” you said, fists clenched  

In one swift motion, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug

“I win” he whispered into your ear

You may be angry with him right now, but you could never stay mad at him, you did love him after all

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Vampire calum ¾ His lips brushed against hers, moments like these were what he lived for. “You know, I’d die and take a stake to the heart for you” Calum giggled and pulled his girlfriend closer to his chest. “I wouldn’t want that Cally. Because then I’d be lonely and sad” she pouted into his dark eyes. “You’re an angel, I’m sure you’d find someone with much more love and talent to give you than I ever would be to” he frowned. Of course, he’s jealous of that stupid boy she knows. He could have his way anytime he wanted. He’s an angel. “Cal” his girlfriend pulled him back and he looked down at her. “Yeah?” “Your fangs are out again”.

I didn’t identify with Bellatrix as a teenager because she was evil and I wished to commit mass murder or I hated the world. At that time in my life I desperately needed something or someone to show me that you could come from a family hell bent on forcing you to conform yet make it out strong, and your own person. I can’t emphasize how badly I needed that for my own mental health.

Yet, I find that some people reduce Bellatrix to little more than a crazy, fanatical follower of Lord Voldemort, which she was, but she was also a powerful witch. She knew what she wanted and nothing, not even familia bonds were going to stop her. That was a trait I NEEDED to be shown and it made me a much better and stronger person. This idea that all Slytherin folk are evil has in some way disfigured her character and how she’s viewed but I’ll always be thankful Bellatrix Lestrange existed.

Eames and Arthur are playing poker together for the first time. They are in Monaco after a successful extraction. Arthur suggested meeting at the Hermitage before venturing out together.

Eames found Arthur at the bar drinking a Jack and Coke (Eames rolled his eyes. Could Arthur be more American.)  

Eames always loves when Arthur drank because it changes Arthur. He rolls up his sleeves. His hair starts to become ungelled and not fixed immediately. Arthur became more tactile but most importantly Arthur smiled more. You saw his dimples appear!

Arthur wanted to play poker with Eames. He even wanted to bet. But Eames wasn’t sure Arthur would be happy in the morning when he realized what the stakes really were… should Eames try and stop Arthur before he regretted the inviting Eames to Monte Carlos?

This one took some time for me to get right. Frankly I think the dialogue is stilted and the kissing scene flat - but you guys will be the judge of that I suppose. Do you have any ideas for how to shake things up a bit when it comes to the more… steamy things? I am beginning to write the same things multiple times now and I don’t want it to get boring so if you do, feel free to send them over. Anyway, this request was for bunnyrabbit888 - I hope you enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt:  Hey your writing is great. Could you do a tony x reader for me please. The reader is badass and witty and smart and stuff and has powers. You can choose what power. I just need some tony in my life.

“Curiosity Killed the Cat” (Part 1)

Steve Rogers wasn’t nosy but he could tell when something was off – or rather on. And something was definitely going on between (y/n) and Tony. From gazes across the room, to subtle winks, their badinage was universally known to be founded on their hate for each other. Yet still there was something about it that seemed… fake.

At first, Steve’s assumptions would have been correct – Tony Stark couldn’t stand you. You were just as sassy and witty as he was, always able to make retorts to his comments, and you had an intellect that was equal to his own. The worst part was your powers. He had nothing against the enhanced personally, but your telekinetic capabilities allowed you to move things around incredibly quickly. Thus you could build and fix his suits faster than he and JARVIS combined, and that was the biggest wound to his pride that you could manage, even without realising that you were doing it.

However, the strongest of hates can fuel the most violent of loves and quickly Tony Stark found himself fascinated with you in ways that no other woman had ever incited. You admired him, of course, but you’d never imagined him falling for you – until that afternoon when he admitted his feelings and the two of you shared a steamy encounter in the elevator.

Since then your relationship had only grown, though it took some serious work to keep up the façade of nemeses. In the meantime you snuck about the tower together, fooling around and trying not to get caught – the excitement of which was short-lived. You’d grown up hiding your powers and so hiding your relationship didn’t hold as much thrill for you as it did for Tony.

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