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alienguts · 2 years

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Fan Club (Harley Quinn x f!Reader)

Summary: Harley introduces her amazing girlfriend to the Birds of Prey

Warnings: Fluff, Harley squeeing over Y/N, PDA, mentions of food

Request?: Requested on AO3

A/N: I'm still trying to get the hang of writing F/F stuff 😕

Harley was unusually cheery as she sat in the diner with Dinah and Helena. She was normally quite peppy and cheerful on a regular day, but this time she was almost bouncing in her seat.

“Harley, what did you invite us here for?” Dinah asked while Helena looked out the window.

“I wanted to introduce you all to someone important,” Harley said excitedly.

“Important?” Helena asked, turning her attention back to the table. “How ‘important’ are we talking?”

“Well, the most important person to me,” Harley said, her pale skin flushing as she turned her eyes down to the table.

Dinah and Helena exchanged a knowing glance just as the bell over the diner door rang.

“Hey, you can’t bring that in here!” one of the waitresses yelled as a hyena on a leash bounded through the room, followed by a girl trying to hold it back.

“She’s here!” Harley squealed in delight and leapt to her feet. The hyena made a beeline for her, pulling the girl along with it and knocking a few diners into the tables.

“He had to come in as soon as he knew his mommy was here,” the girl said breathlessly.

“Because he’s a good boy!” Harley said as she ruffled the hyena’s furry head. “Aren’t you, Brucie?”

Bruce licked Harley’s face and tried to jump onto her but was held back by his leash.

“Um, are you going to introduce us, Harley?” Dinah said from their table.

“Oh! Yeah, I was,” Harley said as she linked arms with the girl and led her and Bruce over to sit down. “This is Dinah and Helena, Renee couldn’t be here because of cop shit. Ladies, this is Y/N, my amazing, beautiful, super hot girlfriend.”

Y/N waved awkwardly, or as much as she could with Harley clinging onto her.

“Nice to meet you,” she said shyly.

Dinah knew that Harley had started seeing someone, but she didn’t expect them to be like Y/N. Harley was so lively and colourful while Y/N seemed to be more subdued and quiet. Opposites attract, she figured.

“So, Y/N,” Dinah started. “How did you and Harley meet?”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but Harley jumped in for her immediately.

“Oh my god it’s so cute, we met at the library!” Harley said, pronouncing it as ‘lie-berry’.

“Library, sweetie,” Y/N corrected. “It’s where I work. I thought she was coming in to borrow movies but it turned out it was to talk to me.”

“Aw, that's sweet,” Dinah said as she and Helena watched Harley rest her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Guys, she’s so smart, she knows so much about so many things!”

“Babe, you have a PhD,” Y/N said.

“Oh that old thing doesn’t matter,” Harley said with a handwave. She must really like this girl if she’s willing to say that, Helena thought, knowing how proud Harley was of her qualifications.

After a lunch that mostly consisted of Harley gushing about Y/N through mouthfuls of food, the four ladies went outside to say their goodbyes for the day.

Or at least, that’s what Dinah and Helena were about to do when they turned around to Harley lip-locked with Y/N as she tried to keep Bruce by her side. The two of them seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they were out on the street and were contained in their own little bubble of love. Helena cleared her throat to get their attention but was ignored.

“Harley?” Dinah piped up.

“What?” Harley said, her lips loudly smacking against Y/N’s as she broke away. Her mouth was smeared with red lipstick but she clearly didn’t care about her makeup at the moment.

“We’re gonna head off,” Dinah said.

“It looks like the two of you could do with some privacy,” Helena added.

“Oh, we’re fine,” Harley said as she nuzzled her cheek against Y/N’s.

Y/N, however, looked like she was about to hide, obviously not used to Harley’s public displays of affection.

“It was nice meeting you two,” she said to Dinah and Helena and smiled warmly. “Hopefully Reneé can meet with us next time.”

They all said goodbye and went their separate ways, Harley and Y/N hanging back a little longer before heading off home themselves.

“Thank you for meeting my friends, baby,” Harley said as she tightly hugged Y/N.

“No problem, I had fun,” she said as she returned the hug and kissed her on the cheek.

Harley took her chance to capture Y/N’s lips again, tasting leftover maple syrup on her mouth and stroking her head gently.

“I hope they end up loving you as much as I do,” she said, her lips not moving away from hers, desperate to continue kissing her.

“We’ll see,” Y/N said. “But can we go home now? People are starting to stare.”

“Let ‘em stare!” Harley said. “I want people to know that I swept the hottest girl in town off her feet.”

Bruce whined from next to them and nudged Y/N’s leg.

“I don’t think I’m the only one who wants to go home here.”

“Alright, fine, we’ll go. But not because this big baby said so.”

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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Breaking what is already Fragile by FishFromMars (https://archiveofourown.org/works/41563719/chapters/104248476) Batman. Dick Grayson has messed up many times in the 37 years he’s been alive. When he’s given the opportunity to change all the ways he’s failed his family, he jumps at the chance. He starts at the warehouse in Ethiopia, and things spiral from there. One thing I really like is that this fic addresses the fact that most time travel fics just push the consequences of changing the timeline to the side. But this one shows that there are consequences and not all of them are good.

I am right there with you in that frustration over the time-travel trope, and I LOOOOOVE that this fic doesn't just shrug at the consequences. I also love the idea of trying to do things better the second time, and that causing its own set of problems because OF COURSE IT DOES. NOTHING IS PERFECT. LEAN INTO IT. This seems like an awesome concept! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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apopcornkernel · 1 month

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Barbara touches her own earrings for the night, little Oracles of bronze. They won’t be able to speak freely once they leave this car. “Give me the plan again,” she says.

Dinah obliges, leaning her head against the window. She doesn’t seem to care about how it smushes the curled locks of her hair against the glass. “We enter, socialize, establish an alibi for ourselves. And then around the time the guests start getting drunk and/or busy, we slip out of sight for”—and here Dinah’s smile is a thing of mischief—“all the things expected of a young and happy couple. AKA, breaking and entering. How’s that for a first date?”

Barbara’s face scrunches, and her glasses slip down her nose. Dinah leans over and slides them back up, still grinning.

Wryly, Barbara says: “Seems you’ve got that part down pat, at least.”

Dinah shrugs, retreating to her side of the car. “It’s not so different from what we usually do. Just a little more fun. I love playing into assumptions.”

fake dating dinahbabs bop early days.......... yeah 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 they............

#dinahbabs #birds of prey #dinah lance #barbara gordon #dc #my fics #this is only a snippet im already 700 words into the fic....#dcposting

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klutzymaiden123 · 18 days

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Hi, I love your fanfic and I genuinely think its one of the best superhero stories I’ve read in a very long time. I drew some fanart of Helga/Bluejay but I have no idea if this submission is going to work properly since its the first time, I’ve submitted something through Tumblr. lemme know if it doesn’t come out right.

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mllekurtz · 11 months

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losing hand (chapter 4)

Chapter word count: 10k

Chapters: 4/8

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Part 6 of birds of prey

Time stops.

#I LIVE #BOP LIVES #fic: birds of prey #fic: losing hand #critical role #shadowgast #the shadowmauk is strong in this one #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #my fics

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lazinesswrites · 3 months

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I read this amazing Cody-centric wing-fic by @meebles, so now I'm thinking about Clones with wings, and - because I'm me - specifically the Bad Batch with wings.

What would their wings look like? The regs' wings would all be identical/very similar, of course, with the individuality mostly showing in dyes and so on. But the Batch with their mutations will likely have different wings too.

I want Crosshair's wings to be similar to the ice vultures', for obvious thematic reasons, but also because vultures tend to hang around in high places, whether that's sitting in a tree somewhere or circling high up in the air, waiting and watching. Good sniper traits. I don't think we really get to see the vultures in the show, but I assume they're white/grey, to blend in against the snow and ice and white/grey skies. Good colors for Crosshair.

The rest will be under the cut because this got away from me a little (a lot).

For Tech, I'm thinking common kestrel wings. I don't know if kestrels have any particular behavioral traits that would fit Tech, I mostly just like their colors for him. I did read a little bit, though, and what stood out to me was that the kestrel has multiple hunting methods - it does the usual bird of prey thing, of circling around on an updraft over open land and diving for its prey, or sitting on a fence pole or in a tree or even a bush and jumping on a mouse or whatever that gets too close. The thing it does that's maybe less common is that it will also skim across fields, very close to the ground, to pounce on anything small enough for it to eat. And maybe I'm reaching a little here, but that seems to me like a very resourceful bird which is also a very competent flier, and I figure that does fit our Tech very nicely.

I do kind of want to pick vulture for Tech too, if just to match his twin, but. I like the kestrel better. I mean, just look at it:

For Wrecker... Maybe something like a white-tailed eagle? Because. Big. And good at fishing. On a more angsty note, I'm thinking whatever happened to give Wrecker his iconic scar/cost him his eye, it probably also damaged his left wing. Maybe not enough to ground him fully, but enough that flying/steering would be harder for him, which is at least part of the reason he's still scared of heights.

Hunter's wings would probably be pretty similar to the regs', maybe a tiny bit smaller. I'm thinking something like the New Zealand falcon, or kārearea. Bird of prey, dark brown, fairly simple coloring (though still very pretty). According to the NZ Department of Conservation, there are three ecological forms of the kārearea: A large, pale 'eastern' falcon; a smaller, darker 'Bush' falcon, and a 'southern' falcon that's somewhere inbetween in both size and color. Perhaps the regs' wings are more like the eastern/southern ones (left image, I think), while Hunter's are more like those of the bush falcon (right image)?

Disclaimer: I actually know fuck-all about these birds, only what I've just read - if I'm mistaken about the identity of these birds, I blame the sources, which should all be linked in the images, though tumblr is tumblr.

Echo doesn't get his own picture (sorry, Echo) because he's a reg, technically, so he has wings like the left one above. I... am not sure what happened to them in that explosion, or his time on Skako Minor. Probably not very good things. Maybe his wings are just heavily scarred/damaged, maybe they're gone completely. Maybe he's got prosthetics for one or both of them?

(I'm just now realizing that the Clones having wings would mean some things on that mission to Skako Minor - namely, the escape from the techno Union's facility - would turn out slightly different, since they don't need those flying reptiles to get away when they have their own wings. Though maybe they still do if at least one (Skywalker), and maybe two or three of the people on that team can't fly (Echo, Wrecker). I'm well aware them having wings would completely change the mission to Eriadu in the TBB s2 finale, what with them being able to just. fly over there. and away again. Even if they do use the sky-rail or whatever, for Wrecker and/or Echo's sake, Tech would still have his wings, so... All's good.)

Omega also doesn't get her own image (sorry, Omega) because while she's not a reg, exactly, she's an unaltered Clone, which means... Well. I'm not actually sure what that means. I suppose that depends on whether Fett had wings, or that's something the Kaminoan's added? I'm gonna go with the first one, because I like that better. The Kaminoans may have changed things about the wings, but Omega will still have wings, because Fett did too. But that also means she'll have wings identical, or at least very similar to the regs' (left img. above), though maybe she'll have lighter feathers, to match her lighter hair. Also, since she's still (physically) a child, she'll have wings that look more like the immature/juvenile falcons', which means... less spots and stripes? I think? I'm not sure.

I'm also not sure when this whole thing changed from 'idle musings' to 'full-blown headcanons' but it certainly happened. Let me just go back and add a read-more somewhere. Alright, that's done. I'm not really sure if I'm actually gonna... do anything with these headcanons. I do really like the concept of meebles' fic, though - showing different relationships through the grooming and preening of wings - so maybe I'll write something a la that at some point, just for the Batch instead of Cody. Maybe some hurt/comfort about what the Empire does to Crosshair's wings while he's a prisoner? And how he has to learn to trust people near him/his wings again, and how his brothers help him heal, both physically and mentally.

If I do ever write something about all this, I'll make sure to link back to meebles's fic as the inspiration - and in case you missed it up top, or just don't wanna scroll all the way back up again (that's fair, this got rather long), here it is again: and the stars, like a loved one by firelord_zutara on Ao3, also known as meebles here on tumblr. Go read it, you won't regret it.

#Star Wars #codywan fic rec #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #TBB headcanons #TBB wings au #Clones with wings au #TBB Crosshair #TBB Hunter #TBB Wrecker #TBB Tech #TBB Omega #Clone Trooper Echo #birds #birds of prey #to the people still waiting for me to answer their WIP Wednesday ask: I'm sorry; I promise I will get to them #words are just annoying atm #I say; having just written how many words about clones and birds and bird-clones? idk I'm not counting them #if there are any mistakes in here I'm sorry but its 1am and I'm very tired so I'm gonna go to bed now #enjoy?

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i-am-church-the-cat · 2 months

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bird of prey

wc: 1230 summary: Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them. Logan was not one of such cases. A little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant.

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Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them, but not always. Sometimes, multiple gods will try and claim you, but everyone eventually levels out to just one.

Oscar is one of those cases. The Piastri family god of hard work tried to claim him when he was an infant, but so did the goddess of sleep and dreams. Despite their family god’s best efforts, baby Oscar just took too many naps and had too big of dreams.

His patron, Poppy, is pretty chill, as her namesake suggests. His god is why he has “koala eyes”. She appreciates that he’s following his dreams but she doesn’t love that it’s in something so fast.

Logan was not one of such cases. The Sargeant family god of physical conflict did not once try to grab onto him as they did his brother and cousins. For a long time actually, his parents worried he wasn’t going to get a patron god at all, something that’s practically unheard of. But a little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight.

And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant. And, subsequently, how he got his middle name.

Unlike Oscar’s deity, many people claimed that Logan’s god would help him be a racing driver. And, they did, but only when Logan was doing poorly.

You see, Logan loved hunting down the cars in front of him, picking them off one by one. Logan often explains it to Oscar as a kind of tunnel vision. Many a shot have been captured of Logan’s eyes shining bright blue during a race. “Eagle-eyed” has never been such an apt descriptor.

But, Logan hated being hunted. He inevitably lost spots if he started on pole, even if he did manage to work himself back up most of the time. Logan has never and will never lead a race from start to finish.

But don’t think that stops him from winning. Logan’s best races happen when he starts from the back of the grid. His charges are legendary and unreplicable for someone who doesn’t get that whole-body focus that Logan gets. If Logan is behind you, he will catch you.

Oscar thinks about that now as he barely manages to squeeze Logan out from overtaking him.

“I’m not going to be able to keep this up, guys,” Oscar says, almost forgetting to press his comm button.

“There are just two more laps, Oscar, keep pushing, you’re doing great,” his race engineer says back to him. Oscar huffs and doesn’t respond.

They don’t get it. They’ve only seen Logan in F1 where he was convinced he wasn’t the biggest, nastiest bird in the air anymore. Something about the winter break had reminded Logan that he was a hunter. A killer. A bird of prey.

And right now? Oscar was the fucking prey. Damn, his koala eyes.

Logan gets past him for P6 just as they’re rounding the last corner to the checkered flag. Oscar does his best to use his DRS and get him on the straight, but Logan has already opened his wings and is soaring towards the finish line. Oscar sighs in frustration as he crosses in P7, two places below where he’d started.

Oscar parks his car and watches from the seat as Logan hops out of the #2 Williams into the arms of his engineers. He still looks like he’s flying. Oscar turns away and pulls himself out of his car, accepting fistbumps and back pats from his mechanics.

Oscar is sweaty and hot and tired. He can feel Poppy pulling on his eyelids, arguing for lying down right where he is and going to sleep. She’s always kind enough to stay out of the car for him, but as soon as he’s back on two feet, all bets are off. He’s just hoping she’ll let him get to the hotel this time.

Turns out falling asleep wasn’t the thing he had to worry about. It was being caught. Again.

Logan slams into his back and Oscar’s head spins as he’s pulled in a different direction than he was heading. He finds himself in a small doorway, slightly hidden from sight, with Logan pressed up to and wiggling against his chest.

The blond drags his face up across Oscar’s neck, letting out little excited huffs Oscar knows too well. He’s almost blinded by the shiny blue of Logan’s eagle eyes when his boyfriend finally looks at him.

“I beat you,” he says, unapologetically happy, not bothering to be gentle with him.

“Really, I didn’t notice, mate,” Oscar huffs, dragging a hand through his hair and then down his face. Logan’s high energy and Oscar’s low energy is a concentration gradient. Oscar ends up sucking up so much of the energy Logan is radiating, they both end up somewhere around normal.

Logan smiles remorsefully and tucks his face back into Oscar’s neck. Oscar lets him hide, not worried about letting a predator so close to his throat. Despite what some might think of his patron, Logan could never actually hurt anyone. Hunting is about necessity, not pain. He just lets the blond get out his excess energy by breathing in all of Oscar’s heady exhaustion.

“You’re really tired,” Logan comments, mouth squished up against Oscar’s shoulder. And, despite not being able to feel it at the moment, Oscar has to agree. Poppy is getting even more insistent that he sleeps, already trying to coax him with images of wonderful dreams he could be having.

His wedding day. He and Logan on the podium together again. His championship win. All very enticing thoughts.

“Mhm,” Oscar hums for lack of anything else to say. Logan pulls back and sweeps Oscar’s hair away from his forehead so he can see his eyes.

This happens whenever Logan battles someone near the end of a race. All of his focus is still trapped on that person, having nowhere else to go to. Usually, Logan goes right into his post-race routine, focusing on things that come second nature to him. But when it’s Oscar, he doesn’t bother. He just becomes the most attentive boyfriend ever.

“You need a shower,” the blond says, surely already planning their route to Logan’s hotel. Logan’s because he caught him today, because he needs to bring Oscar back to his space and remind everyone Oscar’s his. “And food.”

Oscar wants to argue that last point. He doesn’t feel hungry. But Logan’s hyperfocus is rarely ever wrong. More than likely, the exhaustion is overriding the hunger and Oscar just isn’t aware of it.

He slumps forward, eyes closing as he lays his head down on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Logan’s arms automatically wrap around him.

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to carry me. I’m not moving more than my mouth for the rest of the night.”

Logan’s soft laughter floats over him as Oscar drops quickly into the realm of sleep. The sound follows him into his dreams, Poppy happy to include the best bits of Oscar’s real life in his sleeping one.

Oscar’s a child of dreams. He’s always going to keep chasing them. And Logan’s always going to keep chasing him. A perfect bird of prey.

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar #patron deity au #formula 1 #formula 1 rpf #f1 rpf #my writing #my fics #fic: bird of prey

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tbcanary · 5 months

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Dinah loops the necklace around her neck and, with the help of the mirror by the door, swaps out her diamond studs for two twin birds. A fringed jacket is pulled from the closet, draped over her bodysuit to keep off the autumn chill. Boots are tied, hair pulled back.

She’s halfway out the door when the static crackles in her ears.

“Hey there, Black Canary,” come the cool, automated tones of the Oracle. “Took you long enough.”

(the birds meet. and then they fall in love, or something.)

#fic.tb #birds of prey #dinah Lance #Barbara gordon #black canary #oracle #dinahbabs #PLEASE TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME. GOD.#bop 1999 #dc fic

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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 days

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roxie-roo · 1 year

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Bird of Prey Chapter One: Welcome to the Coalmine

(Taglist: @carry-on-my-wayward-gays <3 hope you like it!)

[TangoTek was blown up by a creeper] [SolidarityGaming died]

When Jimmy respawned, startled, itchy, and a little scorched, he expected to see his soulmate. Though, he hadn't expected said soulmate to be the one causing their first death. Tango got the brunt of the injury when it came to the creeper death, still brushing himself off and grumbling to himself. Jimmy found the sight almost adorable.

"Hey, Tango." He called out. The blaze-hybrid let out a startled little "meep!" as he looked up at Jimmy with a sheepish smile.

"Oh. Hi.. uh- I'm so sorry.." He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's alright.. honestly, I'm used to being the first one to die, I'd be surprised if I wasn't." He tried to joke.

Tango laughed softly and took Jimmy's hand gently. "Then we might as well get to work setting up somewhere! Before we're both killed again." He grinned, and Jimmy almost swore he felt his heart leap out through his throat.

They decided they'd build a ranch. Jimmy honestly couldn't tell you why that was. It just happened. So did him and Tango's blossoming dynamic. Tango was energetic, and passionate. He talked about redstone projects and life back on the server he was from. Hermitcraft, he said it was. It sounded interesting. Jimmy didn't know much about hermits, or redstone, but he was happy to listen to Tango talk, he liked hearing his voice. And the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the way his hands flapped when he talked about something he was super passionate about, or his bright smile and pretty eyes and- wait what.

Oh dear void, Grian was right. Jimmy had fallen for Tango. Hard.

"Jim? Yo- Jim Jam, dude, you okay?" Tango waved a hand in front of his face, and just then it occurred to Jimmy that he'd been staring. At Tango. Oh dear.

"Y- yeah! Yeah, no- I'm fine!"

"If you think I'm cute, just say so." The blazeborn teased, and Jimmy felt his face turn even redder than before. Was that possible? Who knows at this point. All Jimmy knew was that Tango had caught him staring. They joked about it, brushed it off with a laugh, and moved on.

But it had become more frequent. Their little banter, and slow, longing looks. Brushing of hands, hidden smiles, light blush-dusted cheeks.

It caught everyone else's eyes fairly quickly.

"I think I'm coming down with something.." Tango muttered as he was gathering resources with Impulse and Bdubs. He still liked to keep friendly with them, remembering how they'd worked together in past seasons. He thought maybe they could help.

Impulse lit up, a wide grin splitting his face as he saddled up beside Tango and nudged his arm. "Oh you're down with something alright. Bdubs, I think our friend Tango here is in,, the L word."

Bdubs paused for a minute, and if you looked closely you could see the cogs turning in his head, before he nodded like he understood. "Leprosy!"

Impulse raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No, dude. Four letters, starts with L, ends in E."

Tango certainly understood what he meant at this point, even if Bdubs still didn't.

"Lice?"

"No, Bdubs." Impulse snorted. "Our friend here is in L-O-V-E."

"I'm not in- Impulse shut up-" blaze rods starting to circle tangos head gave away his hidden embarrassment, though to his credit he did try to snatch them and stuff them into his pockets. Free blaze rods.

"I think he is!" Bdubs, now finally fully understanding what's going on, was excited to join in on the teasing. "He's in love!" Impulse nodded and grinned mischievously.

"Tango and Jimmy sitting in a tree!" The two chorused. Tango's head whipped around to face them. He shuffled through his pockets and tossed whatever was light enough not to hurt them, but heavy enough to impact, towards them.

"K-I-S-S- ow!"

"Tango that was mean!"

But that did get Tango thinking. Where did he and Jimmy stand? They'd never talked about it, really. Both parties got too flustered whenever one would try and bring it up.

Soon enough, they'd find the answer in their ranch. Their home.

Jimmy tried to convince himself that the only reason he was laying like this, curled up against Tango and relaxing into the feeling of a warm hand playing with his hair, was just because Tango was practically a human space heater. He was just warm, and nothing more.

That night already had so many near misses with Death. It hung over Jimmy, loomed ominously like a wraith. Tango had been through the games in the past. He knew how this would go. Might as well tell him.

"We're probably gonna be the first out.." He muttered.

"What makes you say that?" Tango asked, looking down at him curiously.

"I've... I've always been the first out in these games. I'm cursed.. the Watchers don't like me, they never have.. so I'm usually first out. And since you're paired with me... well, that means you're cursed too. Sorry.."

"Remember, I'm the one who got us on yellow first." Tango laughed softly and pulled him closer. "I don't mind being cursed. I'm your soulmate, you're stuck with me until the end of this. Beside,, I'm not really concerned with not winning."

Jimmy looked up at him, bewildered. "You-... you're fine with this? Most people would hate being paired with me..." Sure, Scar was accident-prone. But he wasn't cursed.

"I don't.." Tango smiled down at him warmly. "I haven't regretted being paired up with you this far. I won't regret it further down the line either. Promise that."

Jimmy couldn't help the slight snort that escaped him. "Never love a canary... they're meant for the coalmines."

"I'll be your coalmine, then." Tango kissed his forehead, letting his hand come to rest at the base of Jimmy's spine. "Goodnight, Jimmy.."

Jimmy melted into his arm, head resting on Tango's chest as he smiled a little to himself. "Goodnight, Tango... I love you." He whispered, before drifting off. It was the first time it was said between the two. There were moments where it was understood, little fleeting touches or glances, whispered praises, but never those three words. Now it was being said, and Tango was almost breathless.

"I love you too.." He whispered in return. He felt Jimmy's smile against his chest before he fell asleep as well.

It wasn't all fine. Not like Tango kept wanting it to be. Incident after incident, until it culminated. Jimmy stared at the crumbled down ranch, he heard Scar's laughter echoing in his ears, the taunts of those around him, and he broke.

Tango held him as he sobbed late into the night. He shushed and soothed him, rubbing his back and pressing little kisses to his head. "It's okay.. it's okay. You're okay.."

Jimmy choked out a sob and clung to him as tight as he could. This was them taunting him. He knew it had to be. They were pushing him to his limit. It started with the wings. Then this. This was taking it too far.

He had always been their little play-tester. Never a player in their crooked game.

"I can't take this anymore.." He weakly hiccupped and gripped onto Tango even tighter, his body trembling. "I- I can't- I'm not gonna let them fucking do this anymore-"

"Then we won't..." Tango reassured him. "We won't. I promise. We'll fight back.."

"We'll... we'll fight back..." A change seemed to form in Jimmy. One that he'd only ever heard about from those who'd stayed on Red Life much longer than he usually did. Scar, Grian and Ren had told him horror stories of what it might do to one's mind. He finally understood, at least on some level. But it wasn't horror, no... A different kind of fire flooded through him.

Vengeance.

They set to work on a plan once the ranch had been rebuilt. Jimmy got a brewing stand, powered with Tango's blaze rods, and the poison was made within a few minutes. Then came what to put the poison in something, cookies seemed like a natural choice.

"After all." Jimmy commented smugly. "BigB sure loves his cookies. And Ren's clumsy enough that the last half will already be taken care of."

"You're so smart.." Tango muttered and pulled Jimmy into a little kiss, which the avian happily returned.

"I try."

The easy part was getting them to take the bait. BigB and Jimmy had known each other for a long time. He tried not to think about Evo often, though sometimes the thoughts did cross his mind.

"BigB!" he called out cheerfully. "I brought a gift!"

BigB came outside to see him and lit up. "Dude- ! You didn't have to-.."

"Well, I wanted to.. I mean, we're the only ones on red about now. I wanted to sort of.. well, let you guys know you weren't alone."

"Well, thanks! I hope you guys are doing well." BigB said with a grin, eying Jimmy's wings specifically. "You.. uh,, your wings aren't looking too hot."

"Huh?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow and turned to look at them. They were a grayed yellow, pale and sickly looking. He'd have to fix that. "Oh.. I guess that just comes with being on red, y'know?"

"I guess so.."

BigB took the cookies and went inside, and Jimmy left with a smirk.

Too easy.

While Ren was working on some finishing touches to their Box, BigB eagerly took a bite of one of the cookies. It was heavenly. Then again, in his opinion, you couldn't go wrong with cookies. Unless...

There was a strange aftertaste when he'd swallowed. Like it was burning his throat. His chest tightened up as the poison kicked in. Dropping the plate, he tried to call out for Ren, who was already trying to make his way down.

"Dude- what the hell's going on?!"

"Poison- it- poison- Ren be careful!"

Though in his haste, Ren jumped down from a high ledge. The final nail in the coffin.

[Bigbst4tz2 was killed by magic] [Renthedog died]

#roxie's writing #double life smp #double life fic #double life jimmy #Bird of Prey au

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burins · 6 months

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like a week and a half ago @try-set-me-on-fire tagged me in several sentence sunday. it is not Sunday it's Tuesday but I finally have a little something to share bc I did a bit of writing on the plane. I read three volumes of birds of prey and am fully obsessed with the dinah/babs dynamic so here is a snippet from early on with them

The blood floats off her hands in little red streams. Dinah waits until the water is both tepid and gray before draining it all and filling the tub again.

Her back aches. One of her knuckles split on an arms dealer's jaw, and it stings in the warm water. Her hips are sore from pivoting and turning on all those kicks. She wonders what Oracle knows about pain, sitting pretty wherever she holds her base.

She doesn't even know what the woman looks like. The only piece of Oracle she has is that voice, and meanwhile Oracle has dug up secrets Dinah doesn't even know she's keeping. It's something she tries not to think about, and ends up thinking about too much, rolling it over and over in her mind like a loose molar, a little painful, a little dizzying. The Oracle in her mind looks down at her. She's got her legs crossed at the ankle, impractical heels. No muscle to her, really, just soft flesh. Not the kind of woman Dinah usually goes for. Oracle's eyes flash, like she knows what Dinah is thinking. But of course she does. She's in Dinah's head, and Dinah will never, never, be able to get into hers.

#several sentence sunday #dinahbabs #dc comics #dinah its soooooooo normal to obsess over what your handler looks like. and also to jerk off about the idea of her being a little mean #birds of prey #my fic

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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Ronancetober Day 6: Superhero/Super powers - Birds of Prey AU

words: 1490

i present to you... BIRDS OF PREY AU ✨💎 starring:

Robin Buckley as Harley Quinn, Nancy Wheeler as Black Canary, Vickie as Renee Montoya, Chrissy as Huntress, Max as Cassandra Cain, Henry Creel as Black Mask, B*lly as Victor Zsasz

unfortunately i couldn't rewrite the entire movie but maybe a miracle will happen and i'll finish this someday? in the meantime, here's this:

“They say, if you want to tell a story right, you gotta start at the beginning,” Robin said. “But who the fuck is they anyway? You don’t have to answer, by the way.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Max rolled her eyes.

“The point is,” Robin continued, holding up a finger as if she were making a very important point. “This is my story, and I’m telling it, so I’ll start where I fucking want.”

They were in Robin’s car, on their way to the Amusement Mile, the abandoned park, where a shady deal was waiting for them. But Max didn’t know that. So, Robin had to act like everything was still okay between them. Like she hadn’t made a deal with Henry Creel, her life in exchange for a diamond stolen by a sneaky little pickpocket by the name of Max Mayfield. Like she hadn’t kidnapped Max, broken her out of jail, handcuffed her to her own hand, robbed a store with her, painted her nails a nice sparkly color, gotten emotionally attached to her, decided to hide her from Henry’s evil schemes until she pooped that ridiculous diamond she ate, escaped her house with her after some asshole set it on fire after Robin was betrayed by a dozen other assholes, which prompted Robin to call Henry Creel to arrange a deal again, give up the sweet kid in exchange for protection, so everyone in Gotham would finally leave her alone. Not complicated at all.

“Nobody has time to sit there and listen all about my tragic backstory,” Robin laughed as she drove, “my dad selling me for a six-pack of beer, my time in medical school and then working as a psychiatrist in Arkham, becoming besties with a patient, breaking him out of the asylum and starting a life of crime, jumping into a vat of chemicals for my bestie, getting arrested by the Batman, getting in and out of jail several times, and then coming out to my bestie and getting kicked out because apparently, he thought we were dating, and he wants me to call him Joker even though his name is so obviously Steve.”

“That’s… way too much information, Robin,” Max rolled her eyes and tried to act like she didn’t love every little bit of it.

That lasted until they arrived at their destination and Robin effortlessly betrayed her. Robin tied her to a toilet like she was worth nothing, leaving her there with a simple, “I’m sorry kid, I really am.”

But, just when Max was starting to accept the fact that she was about to be opened up for stealing a silly little 30-carat diamond, she heard a noise coming from outside the bathroom. She could be wrong, but it definitely sounded like Robin was getting her ass kicked by that grumpy detective Vickie something. Except for… nope, that was definitely the sound of Vickie screaming for her life after Robin most likely kicked her off the window of the place, proudly claiming revenge for a sandwich or something equally as ridiculous and on-brand for Robin. So, Max was back to contemplating death when someone kicked open the bathroom door. She tried to scream, but there was tape covering her mouth.

“Did she really tape you to a damn toilet?” Nancy asked her. She probably preferred to be called Black Canary these days, but for that same reason, Max insisted on calling her Nancy Wheeler, her kind and cool neighbor that was incapable of staying out of trouble and now, apparently, worked for Henry Creel, the guy currently at the top of the charts in Gotham’s villains. Which wasn’t good news, because, if Nancy was there, it meant Henry’s creepy minion was close by.

“What are you guys doing?” Billy Hargrove asked when he entered the bathroom.

Max almost succeeded at not feeling worried about seeing Robin’s helpless body on a couch after getting shot with a tranquilizing dart.

But she couldn’t focus on that, not when Billy was pushing a knife toward Nancy and yelling, “Cut her open. Rip open her little tummy. Now! Rip it open!”

Now, Max was mostly sure that Nancy would’ve died before listening to that piece of shit, but before her theory was put to the test, someone shot a fucking arrow through Billy’s neck. Nancy had cut most of the tape holding Max to the toilet and she passed her the knife. Max had to work fast, she couldn’t miss what was going on outside the bathroom. Actually, even more important than that, she had to save her own life.

One second, there were four women in that room, all of them exchanging distrustful looks between them. Robin was lying on the couch, smiling and feeling only approximately ten percent of her body. Nancy was standing tall in front of the bathroom, protecting the kid she went there to save. Vickie was holding a gun, but she didn’t have the police badge anymore, and she was still a little breathless after climbing up the window Robin kicked her out of. And there was a complete stranger in the doorway. And then, a second later, they were all holding up their hands, helpless in front of an angry teenager waving a gun at them.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” Max yelled at them and stopped to kick the lifeless body of Billy Hargrove, “But I know that this shit-stick just tried to gut me. So you,” she pointed her gun at Robin, “you owe me an apology, I thought you were different, I thought you were my friend. And you guys,” she recklessly pointed her gun from Nancy to Vickie and then back to Nancy, “you guys owe me an explanation. Nancy, why the hell are you working for Creel? Vickie, are you fucking suspended from the police? And you,” Max waved her gun at the stranger, “who the fuck are you?”

“They call me…” the stranger said with a clearly intentionally deep and mysterious voice, while taking off the hood of her oh-so-dark and badass cloak. But before she could say Huntress she got interrupted.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” Vickie said with awe.

“From the Cunnigham massacre!” Nancy added.

“That’s some childhood trauma right there,” Robin said with a grimace. “Wait. The shiny rock that this dummy kid swallowed… that diamond belonged to your filthy rich mafia family! I mean, before they were all brutally murdered. All, except you, apparently? Are you a ghost, by any chance? You sure look the part, I mean, don’t get me wrong, it suits you, but-”

“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her with a knowing look. For a second, all eyes were on them. Robin didn’t shut up that easily for just anybody, and Nancy didn’t speak so softly for just anybody either. Oh, there was some history there. But they had bigger problems, like Vickie quickly pointed out.

“Guys, we have bigger problems,” Vickie said, moving to the window and prompting the others to look too. “Henry Creel found us, and he bought himself an army.”

“We’re dead,” Chrissy laughed, earning odd looks from everyone for a second, but then they got distracted again.

“Oh, this is amazing!” Robin exclaimed, jumping on the couch now that her body was over the effects of the tranquilizing dart. “Oh, come on! Don’t look at me like that! Don’t you watch movies? Do you know what this means? It means we’re going to have to work together!” The skepticism was more than obvious on everyone’s faces, but Robin had an argument that immediately convinced all of them, “For the kid.”

So, there was Robin Buckley, a notorious insane criminal wanted dead by most people in Gotham, but that had a surprisingly big heart, big enough to risk it all for a kid she just met, trusting a complete stranger, a police officer, and a woman that she may or may not be in love with. There was Nancy Wheeler, who tried to be a singer and ended up working for a villain, while possibly hiding superpowers she inherited from her mother as well as complicated feelings for a certain insane criminal with blonde hair and an infectious and sweet smile. There was Vickie, freshly suspended from the police force, obsessed with bringing Henry Creel to justice above everything else including her reputation and well-being, but not over Max’s life. There was Huntress- Chrissy Cunningham, the sole survivor of an old massacre that just wanted to kill Billy Hargrove for his involvement in it, and now found herself unable to leave behind this group of strangers and that kid that needed help like she’d needed all those years ago. And, finally, there was Max Mayfield, Gotham’s best pickpocket, who had more or less innocently stolen an infamous 30-carat diamond, not suspecting that she was about to be the reason Gotham earned a new team of heroes… and Robin’s chaos on the side.

#really unfortunate that the sapphic senate is so white but oh well #I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!!#ronancetober #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #vickie #chrissy cunningham #max mayfield #st #birds of prey #bop #stranger things fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #my fic

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