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  1. Rec *

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    This isn’t Valhalla, though. Everywhere he looks are nameless green things and wild water and burning blue stars, but no chrome. No metal at all. No rigs or wagons or shiny warriors riding in glory. So this isn’t Valhalla.

    He’s glad.

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    14 Apr 2018

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    A green place for warriors tired of fighting, or who never knew they had another choice.

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    Derek has been climbing into Stiles room in the dead of night for weeks. He licks her pussy so fucking good until she’s biting and moaning into her pillow as she throbs against his tongue. She doesn’t know why he does it, and she doesn’t tell him to stop. They don’t talk about it, they don’t even acknowledge that it happens. But Stiles finds herself fucking craving it.

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    04 Apr 2018

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    Derek has been climbing into Stiles room in the dead of night for weeks. He licks her pussy so fucking good until she’s biting and moaning into her pillow as she throbs against his tongue. She doesn’t know why he does it, and she doesn’t tell him to stop. They don’t talk about it, they don’t even acknowledge that it happens. But Stiles finds herself fucking craving it.

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    04 Apr 2018

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    It was Mrs. Figg who suspected first.

    She noticed many things, sitting on her side of her fence with her cats chasing butterflies and nuzzling her ankles, Mundungus and the other watchers dropping by for tea now and then.

    Mrs. Figg noticed that Petunia was a nosy bit of work with insecurities hanging from her every harsh angle. She noticed when Dudley learned the word MINE-- the whole neighborhood noticed that one. She noticed that Vernon glared at owls.

    She noticed that when Petunia gave Harry a truly horrendous haircut one year, it grew back in at a normal rate. Harry was uneven and weird-looking for ages, hiding under beanies when he could.

    When Mrs. Figg had Harry over for carefully miserable afternoons of babysitting, she noticed nothing moved that shouldn't. He didn't accidentally make flowers out of fallen leaves, or levitate anything during tantrums, or turn toys funny colors.

    Mrs. Figg called up her mother, interrupting the wizarding bridge game she was winning against the nursing home staff, and asked her how she had known, decades back, that her youngest daughter was a squib.

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    23 Mar 2018

  5. Rec *

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    Thanks, Gotham side of Tumblr.

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    25 Feb 2018

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