pinch-hit: happy endings
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comment_ficToday's theme, to end the week with something sweet, is happy endings. Prompt whatever you like, but all fills should end happily.
Y'all know the rules:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
Y'all know the rules:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:02 am (UTC)What’s Your Number?/Political Animals, Colin/TJ, they’re both surprised when their ten-year anniversary rolls around
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Date: 2014-07-18 11:49 pm (UTC)--
There are bumps in the road, of course. Mostly the first couple of months – neither one of them had ever had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of weeks, really. It took some getting used to, for Colin, waking up with someone in his bed and not having his first instinct be to run away, make up any excuse to kick the guy out.
But then, TJ's not just someone.
Too, there was the fame thing. In all honesty, Colin kind of dug it for a while, people wanting to take his picture just because he was dating Elaine Barrish's kid. Colin's never done bad, hooking up, but after the media frenzy, if he'd wanted to he could've fucked more girls and guys than all the Kennedys combined.
But then, he didn't want to do that. Not then, and certainly not now, ten years down the road.
Ten years. Jesus.
Ten years, and they've both sort of operated on this mentality of, If we don't think about it, we can keep this going. They get a house and some dogs, and Colin's band does pretty well due (he knows) at least in part to his semi-celebrity status. He even convinces TJ to play piano on a couple of the tracks, though he refuses, flat out, to come on stage.
And again, not a night goes by, after a gig, where he couldn't take home anyone he wanted.
But TJ's not anyone. He's the one, and these days, when Colin's dumb friends ask about them, he's not even embarrassed to say it.
It's been messy, at times. He's seen TJ through a relapse or two; he's been kind of a mess himself, had second thoughts when it hit him that a private life was out of the question, mostly, at least until TJ's mom got out of the White House.
But the thing is, it's all been worth it.
Ten years, and Colin's still over the top, I wrote this song for you, I just called to say I love you crazy about TJ. And he knows, better than he knows the chords to every '90's grunge song ever written, even, that TJ feels the same.
"Ten years," TJ says that night, after dinner and a movie and can't wait 'til we get home sex in the car. "Jesus," he says, and the spell they've been trying to avoid breaking by not talking about it – doesn't.
Not at all.
They drive home, pull up to the house, and Colin can hear the dogs barking at the door, waiting to jump on them in greeting, but he stops TJ before he opens the door. He leans down and kisses him, and it's a promise and a thank you and a kiss, all at once.
"You ready for ten more?" he asks, and TJ grins at him, and Colin doesn't have to wait for the answer, because he already knows it.
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:03 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Darcy/Bucky, he used to be such a smartass, that’s in the all the stories. now, he doesn’t look like he even knows what humor is
(and then there’s that day Tony Stark does something so stupid, and a comment rolls off Bucky’s tongue that it takes her a moment to get, and then she laughs, knowing it’ll all be fine)
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:04 am (UTC)Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Kili or Gimli, a world where Elrond took the ring from Isiludur and tossed it into the volcano
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:05 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author's choice, Claudia Stilinski was a serial killer who never got caught. So is her son.
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:06 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Clint/Natasha, who you are is not where you've been; who you are is not what you did
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:45 pm (UTC)MCU Fill: The Blinding Properties of Love
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Date: 2014-07-18 05:23 am (UTC)(Note: My company is going through some top-level drama, so I'd really like to see Finch and Company sticking it to the man, up to and including Finch being Da Bigger and Badder Man and buying out the company, while Reese and/or Carter does a bit more than kneecap the evil CEO -- something involving incriminating files found courtesy of Root might be fun. Long as it ends with the lowly sackers and cashiers wondering "Who were those folks in suits?? They were badass...")
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Date: 2014-07-18 07:24 pm (UTC)“Employee at a local grocery store; married with two young children; some debts, but nothing out of the ordinary for his neighbourhood; nothing to make him stand out from the thousands like him. You’ll need to see if you can get close to him, Mr Reese.”
***
A while later and Reese was in the grocery store, idly browsing the shelves while listening to Comber (their latest number) talking to two of the other store employees.
“Martinsen says my till was down again last night and yet I swear I checked before I left and it was right. So he’s taking the difference out of my pay, which means that I can’t pay my electric bill.”
One of the others added “It’s going to be even worse if he carries out his latest plan and pays us partly in shop groceries every week.”
“Especially when you can get this stuff cheaper elsewhere,” Comber replied. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Catching sight of the supervisor walking into the back of the store Comber followed him. Reese moved to consider the goods on a different set of shelves and continue listening to them.
“Oy!” Comber called out “my till was right last night.”
“I cashed up myself and it was thirty-eight dollars down.”
“Anyone else and I’d swear they were lying, but you, I’ve always trusted you.”
Comber stormed back out and sent a rapid text. Reese picked it up ‘I’m going through with it, tonight.’
As Reese left the store, having purchased a packet of cookies, Finch spoke in his ear. “The CCTV feed shows Martinsen going into the till before the supervisor cashes up.”
“So a thief as well as a bully.”
“Indeed. In fact a generally unpleasant person. It would seem that he has put his business up for sale and that he has assured his potential purchaser that if he waits a further week a number of his staff will have left, thus saving them potential redundancy costs, since they intend bringing in their own labour.”
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That evening Comber was standing by the door to the store, nursing something underneath his coat and apparently trying to sum up the courage to go in.
Reese appeared at his shoulder. “If I were you, I’d wait a few minutes before you do anything.”
Comber glared, but didn’t make any further move.
While Comber was distracted Finch and Zoe Morgan entered the store. Finch spoke to Martinsen. “Hand over the store keys, please.”
“Who are you?” Martinsen sneered.
“The new owner of this store.”
“I’m not selling to you.”
“I think you’ll find that you already have and that I’ve been in possession of this store since yesterday afternoon. My attorney has the paperwork here if you would care to check it. And that since then you have been employed as the manager.”
At that moment Carter walked into the store and Comber, intrigued by the conversation, had followed her in, as had Reese.
Finch looked up. “Ah, Detective Carter, this is the man who has been stealing from the till. The evidence on CCTV should be sufficient to convict him.”
Martinsen struggled as Carter handcuffed him, and sought to protest that the sale wasn’t legal, but Carter ignored him and pushed him towards her car.
Finch turned to the supervisor. “I shall be seeking to appoint a manager soon, but in the meantime I’ve heard good reports about you, so would ask you to act as manager in the interim.” He turned to the rest of the staff, who were standing in shocked silence. “From my perusal of the books it would appear that you are all due for a pay rise. I’m afraid that it will take me until the end of next week to sort out the final details, but trust that for this week you will continue to work for the current rate and amends can be made next week.”
He smiled at them and left the store with Zoe.
Reese spoke quietly to Comber. “If you like to give me the object you’re holding under your coat I’ll dispose of it without anyone asking any questions.”
Then Reese too left and walking briskly soon caught up with the others.
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Date: 2014-07-18 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-18 06:46 am (UTC)Fill: And Then (Part 1)
Date: 2014-07-18 04:11 pm (UTC)Nothing else goes according to plan.
She starts out a spark of a child and grows and grows until she leaves scorch marks for footsteps behind her and the scent of charred earth in the air (whatever little remains after her often sudden appearances). She grows, glows bright and beautiful, she hurts to touch, she could destroy a kingdom with a careless flicker of her wrist, she is a monster gleaned from a bard-song.
And then she is swallowed by glass. Solid, see-through, a pretty cage for a pretty princess.
This is how the books go: there lived a princess, nothing more.
~
Once upon a time, there lived a prince.
This doesn’t go according to plan either.
It has been a thing unheard for her to have a suitor. Not unless she counts the ones who stood in her path, long time ago, far away land, everyone knew the drill, armed with flame-proof armor, trembling, sweaty steeds, freeze spells, and vows to bring her to her knees (not the correct definition she was looking for). But three gifts and a song later, a while since the last couple of raging infernos and burnt cottages, she thinks she has it figured out.
And when her touch burns him, she flinches.
This is not how the stories were supposed to go.
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Once upon a time, there lived a princess.
One who was exactly as she wished she could have been.
The pretty pink princess is the fairytale she’d always wanted and then some, with brains to match and bravado which has her head spinning. The pink princess does not devour men, beasts, and lands the way she does numbers, graphs, facts, and squiggles, and that is something which scares the other princess. Bubblegum princess has powers she has never been privy to and if that isn’t enough to make anyone flee, then she is still in the wrong tower.
But sometimes, if she dares a glance, she sees the almost same shade of pink spotting his cheeks, twisting his belly, something relighting itself for the tiniest moment before he looks away from Bubblegum and back at her, eyes watering.
She has never heard a stranger tale than this.
~
Once upon a time, there lived a dragon.
This is the only part which does make sense.
She sees it every day in the glass cage, looking back at her, solid and see-through. She has seen it the mirrors of water in the land far away when she was barely candlelight feeding on scraps of wood and fallen leaves. She has seen on it shields, swords, and armor, before the glass, and even during it when the courtiers giggle at the play-fights in the play-acts with the play-dragon pretending to breathe fire which is the funniest thing of all. She sees it through her own laughter which sounds even louder in the lantern and sometimes it’s hard to figure out if it’s because of that or if it’s just her own head.
When the story ends and the actors retire, it’s her and the glass, the laughter an echo.
No one ever tells her what happens to the dragon.
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And then he cries.
He spills water and that hurts her real bad and she doesn’t know why.
She hugs him and it hurts her to hurt him and maybe this is why she’s never heard this story before.
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Date: 2014-07-18 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-18 09:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-18 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-18 11:35 pm (UTC)Jin calmly answered, “I’m surprised you’re alive. I thought your stupidity would’ve ended you.”
“Stop acting like jerks and sit down,” Fuu said, “I brought us food.”
They sat then and ate, talking only occasionally. Asking about the last year, a comment about Mugen’s table manners. It was peaceful, nobody rushed or overeager; they knew where the night would end, where it always ended.
The three of them falling into one another, hands sliding across skin, lips and tongues.
Then sleep, heavy and too-trusting, surrounded by warmth.
Morning farewells.
And another year.
Whatever else happened, they could count on one another for this.
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:12 pm (UTC)X-Men Fill: C'est la mort
Date: 2014-07-22 04:44 pm (UTC)Belladonna laid one hand on his arm. "I could go with you," she offered, pleaded one last time.
"No, chère." He gently took her hand and pulled it away. "Not going to drag you down with me. You stay here. You the heir now."
A series of emotions flickered across her face: anger, hurt, pain, denial... Love?
Remy studied her eyes, hoping for just one thing to take with him, a memory from his wedding day that was maybe worthwhile. "I'll miss you, Belle," he murmured.
Her face shut up like a mask and Belladonna Bordreaux took one step back toward New Orleans. "I'll see you again, whether here or somewhere else. Stay alive, Gambit."
Gambit. He flinched back from the name, though perhaps her words had been meant as a comfort. He nodded tersely and left her for his bike and the open road.
So much for their happy ending. C'est la mort.
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:13 pm (UTC)Princess Tutu
Date: 2014-08-10 05:12 pm (UTC)At her lake edge, Fakir sat writing something again. He was always writing. Sometimes he would tell her what he was working on, sometimes he didn’t. Mostly he wrote happy ends for the unfinished stories. Whether or not they came true anymore, or if his writing had been a onetime miracle, Ahiru didn’t know. She was a duck again, after all. A duck didn’t go into town and a duck shouldn’t remember going to school or how having human hands felt or know how to do a perfect arabesque.
“Ahiru,” Fakir called.
Ahiru looked up from where she paddled in the middle of the lake. “Qua?”
“Do you think Neko-sensei would be happy if he had a family?”
She worked her way to the edge Fakir sat and flapped a few feet to land beside him. The notebook on his knee had Fakir’s elegant cursive. She remembered enough about reading to pick out that it was a love story for Neko-sensei. She ruffled her feathers. There was probably nothing that would make Neko-sensei happier than having a ‘bride.’ “Qua!”
Fakir nodded. “I thought so. There’s so many threads to follow to their end though. Neko-sensei is a regular cat now, like you’re a duck. I wonder how many of our classmates are human and which turned out to be animals after all?”
Ahiru didn’t say anything. She settled down into the grass at Fakir’s side. He was warm against her side after the cool water. The grass prickled pleasantly against her feathers.
“I’m considering switching from the dance school to the writing school. I keep putting it off though. I’d miss dance.”
Ahiru missed dance. She had never been particularly good at it unless she was Tutu, but it had been something to work toward.
“If I could write you a happy end, what would it be?”
Fakir brushed the feathers along her back and Ahiru fluffed them in pleasure. He looked wistful, and she knew the feeling well. If she were a girl, she would want to dance with him, a perfect pas de deux that an observer would call beautiful even with Ahiru’s clumsy dancing because it would show what had grown between them.
If Ahiru couldn’t get her dance, then this was good too. Days of swimming, eating treats Fakir had brought, and listening to him talk. She wished Fakir would try to reach his own happy end too though.
“What do you think I should do, Ahiru?”
Not for the first time she wished she could talk. As it was, they had worked out an understanding even without words. Ahiru wiggled up and onto his lap, nudging the notebook out of the way. Fakir had done enough worrying about other people’s happiness for one day. She pushed her head under his arm and squirmed until she had a half hug around him, one wing extending along his side as his arm looped around her. Little by little she felt him relax.
“You think I’m getting too worried again, don’t you?”
“Quack.”
“I want you to be happy.” His hand smoothed feathers, almost like he was preening her.
I want you to be happy too, Ahiru thought. They weren’t the princess and the prince, so they couldn’t expect that fairytale ending and all the supposed bliss that followed. But maybe, one day at a time, they could give each other little moments of happiness. So long as Fakir kept coming and he kept smiling like his day got better to see her, she would be happy enough. From the gentle way Fakir kept smoothing her feathers, perhaps he understood that as well.
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:31 pm (UTC)No fill, but
Date: 2014-07-18 09:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2014-07-18 02:01 pm (UTC)Mini-fill drabble
Date: 2014-07-18 11:48 pm (UTC)It was a delicate balance, being the last two left. Methos didn’t blame him for being wary; wary was the reason Methos had made it this long.
Yet peace must be made.
“Now why would I look at your neck,” Methos said, slowly, kneeling on the bed to straddle him, “When I could have any part of you that I wished?”
Duncan grinned, cocky. “In that case, take your pick.”
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Date: 2014-07-18 03:32 pm (UTC)Once Upon a Time, Grace + Jefferson, AU after season 1
Date: 2014-12-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(in this 'verse)
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The first thing Grace asks is, "I'm a princess?"
The second is, "This is a realm where everyone has magic?"
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Papa smiles, here. Grace has cousins her own age who delight in showing her harmless magic tricks. They call her Ioana, and Papa Iakov. Her grandmother, Papa's mother, is not a queen -- she is a king. Papa's older sister is the heir, and Grace's cousin Alexandru, middle son of Papa's oldest brother, is her heir, and Grace is sure they've gotten how to arrange successions wrong, but...
Papa spent ages trapped in Wonderland, she knows now, and then the entirety of the curse in Storybrooke trapped except for when her grandfather communicated with him through mindworks (telepathy ,Paige whispers) and then her cousin Ileana.
Grace herself has magic. Her uncle Drago is a teacher and he teaches her while Papa spends days ensconced with the king and crown princess.
There is even a ball in her and Papa’s honor. Grace is introduced to the realm as Princess Ioana of the Dragon Clan, daughter of Prince Iakov of the Dragon Clan, and she wishes that Mama were here.
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“Are you happy?” Papa asks as he tucks her into bed, very early in the morning after the ball.
“Why Ioana?” she asks. Mama had named her Grace, Papa told her a long time ago. After Papa getting lost in Wonderland and the curse, her name is all she has left of Mama.
“Here, it means ‘God is gracious,’” Papa says. “If you ask, the family will call you Grace.”
She stares up at him; he is older than she remembers, but not by much. He doesn’t seem tired anymore, the way he always did back in the forest. So she smiles and says, “Just you, Papa. Please keep calling me Grace.”
“Of course,” he says, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Now, my darling Grace, are you too old for stories now?”
“Never,” she laughs. “Can you tell me about this land?”
He settles in beside her and begins, “There once was a very powerful king who was also a mage, and he strove to save his people.”
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Grace wonders sometimes what is happening in Storybrooke, or if everyone has returned to their original lands. But she is kept busy with decorum and magic lessons, with Papa’s stories that are actually the history of Vladvaria (named for the first of their blood, who created a safe haven away from persecution), with adventures throughout the capitol because Papa wants to show her their new home.
“We know where your talent lies,” Papa says, grinning at her after she lights every candle in the palace with barely any effort at all.
Everyone person born on Vladvaria soil or to a Vladvarian has at least a spark of magic. Those of royal blood, Uncle Drago had explained, were always gifted with much more.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Papa?” Grace asks, because she’d known about creating light for a few years before the Evil Queen came calling.
“I have made many mistakes,” Papa says now, leaning against the wall and sliding down, legs stretched out in front of him. Grace goes over to settle next to him and leans into his side. Papa’s arm goes around her and she misses being small enough to curl into his lap. “The greatest, I think, was not returning here with your mama immediately. But I was vain and foolish.” He laughs; it sounds sharp and bitter. “I wanted to make my own away as Jefferson the portal-jumper, not Prince Iakov the World Walker.”
Papa sighs and confesses, “I wanted to remain Jefferson for just a little while longer.” He kisses her hair. He whispers, “Are you happy here, Grace?”
She thinks back to Storybrooke, to their cottage in the forest, to her few memories of Mama. “I am, Papa,” she says. “Truly, I am.”
In Vladvaria, Papa smiles. He laughs. He has magic tussles with his siblings, who all seem so much older than he does but still play easily.
“I am so very glad,” Papa says. “Now – can you fashion a dragon with your light?”
“Of course I can,” she declares. She is Grace, Princess Ioana of the Dragon Clan, and so she sets to work.
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Date: 2014-07-18 03:33 pm (UTC)1/2: Highlander/Leverage(/Marvel movies)
Date: 2015-01-07 08:28 pm (UTC)(Nate/Sophie; Eliot/Parker/Hardison)
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She doesn’t remember her first death, or the life she had before it. What she remembers is waking to a woman holding out a hand who said, “Come with me.” She took the woman’s hand and went.
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When the woman asked for her name, she said, “Laura.” It was the only thing she knew for sure.
The woman had smiled. “Call me Anne.”
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Amanda and Sophie Devereaux are sisters, though it is unknown when or how they met. Amanda was Sophie’s teacher and they parted ways at some point in the 1300s. Amanda is a prolific and successful thief; Sophie is a con artist and harder to track. They both, however, seem to have a standing appointment with Rebecca because every three hundred years, they return to wherever she is and stay for no less than a month.
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Around 1900, the Watchers lose all trace of Sophie. She is believed dead.
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His name was Elia, and he was a mercenary. She was Sofia, and she was a wealthy man’s mistress. He was sent to kill her lover and instead found a woman who had a way with a blade.
His first death was quick and he woke to his killer waiting, still holding the sword.
Sofia introduced him to her sister Anabela. He needed a teacher; they needed a bodyguard.
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The Watchers have little information on him; the scant details are all extrapolated from the Devereax sisters because over the centuries, five Watchers have died because Elia realized he was being followed.
Thankfully, he parted ways with the sisters after about a century, though the exact date is unknown.
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The last time Giovanni sees Magda for two centuries, he’s escorting her to a ship that will take her to the United States of America. “You could come with me,” she says, leaning into his side, her head resting on his shoulder.
He chuckles softly, mirthlessly. “There are still men I need to kill,” he says. “I’d wish you luck but you don’t need it.”
She kisses his cheek and departs. He watches her go and then turns to head back into town. On the way, he sees the man who has been following Magda across three countries and makes a slight detour.
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Sophie Devereax is not, of course, her true name, as mortals understand it. It is not the name her mother gave her. She has never used the name Laura in any of her cons because it does hold a special place in her heart.
She is a grifter and a thief. She has been many things to many people and loved most of them.
She misses Rebecca. She’s sure she’s losing herself to all the women she’s been because she can no longer bask in Rebecca’s serenity. She loves Amanda but it’s not the same.
The mortals are charming and she does swiftly come to care for them. Nate Ford is fascinating; Sophie could spend a century studying him and not fully understand him.
But it is Eliot Spencer that she joins the team for, that first time. She knows her brother – he does partnerships, not teams. She joins for Eliot but she stays because together, the five of them are something magical.
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2/2: Highlander/Leverage(/Marvel movies)
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Date: 2014-07-18 04:34 pm (UTC)