Dec 27, 2025
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
gift for @pr1nc3-0f-th3-st4rs ^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
gift for @sobekettemsa7 ^
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Italy
seen from Germany
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Sweden
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Italy
seen from Israel
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
fic.s
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
gift for @pr1nc3-0f-th3-st4rs ^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
gift for @sobekettemsa7 ^
our childhood, our home [TAG Odie]
Anita woke up to a plethora of scrapes and bruises, and managed to stifle a moan. She pushed her bare feet from underneath the borrowed blankets and groped for her glasses, blinking in the unfiltered daylight. Often described as harsh, daylight forced one to see the world as it was: nothing more, nothing less. Swinging her legs off the sofa, she took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair, blinking around the hotel suite and grimacing. Yesterday, she had cried herself out, clinging onto Odie like a life raft, just like the times she had fallen out of trees or off bikes as a youngster. Exhausted and run dry, she had curled up on the sofa in the ladies' hotel suite and fallen into a dreamless sleep as her mind and body recovered. She felt far from rested, but for once she felt ready. There were things to deal with today, and she could just about face them.
I've spent majority of today watching Young Justice & I regret absolutely nothing.
ugh, I want the new episodes to come already. :c