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Down by the river

Stand-alone, but takes place immediately after Mark me as yours

Astarion and Tav spend a night by the river, away from camp

Astarion x f!Tav, Astarion x f!Reader

18+ but I wouldn't call it smut, fluff and humour until you get smacked in the face with some trauma I guess, banter, pining, sexual references, oral sex

TW: trauma

I couldn't decide on a POV so I alternate Tav and Astarion in each section. "But Vix, why didn't you just write in 3rd person?" you might ask. Well, because I like really getting into their heads, and because shut up, that's why. It's pretty obvious which section is whose. You got this.

Approx. 2,000 words

“Come see me later tonight, there’s something I want to show you,” Astarion murmured to you as he passed by, lightly brushing your hip with his hand.

You thought you’d already seen all he had to show by then. Still, you were curious.

It turned out to be a ‘where’, not a ‘what’.

“Stay here,” he told you, at the edge of the bank. “Don’t turn around until I tell you to.”

He then disappeared somewhere in the trees behind you. Or so you assumed. He could be eerily silent when he wanted to be.

You were a bit perplexed, truth be told. Astarion had turned out to be all talk and no show when it came to any kind of romantic gestures that didn’t directly involve sex. It couldn’t be that. Were you supposed to see something out on the water? It looked perfectly ordinary. Some kind of ridiculous prank, perhaps..? That would be right up his alley.

You were starting to feel a bit stupid standing by yourself at the edge of the bank. Did he just walk away..?

“Astarion, if you’re about to make another dramatic shirtless appearance from behind a tree, I swear-”

It was dramatic alright. You didn’t hear him until he was a step behind you, flying towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind mid-sprint and sweeping you sideways into the river along with him. He’d taken the time to take his own clothes off, of course, and yours were now drenched. The prick.

“You asshole, what if I didn’t know how to swim?!” you spat as you resurfaced next to him

He just laughed.

“Why I’d swiftly come to your rescue, darling.”

Realization hit you.

“...Shouldn’t you be melting..? Or disintegrating, or whatever it is that happens to your kind in running water?” Another gleeful toothy grin. “...Tadpole?”

“Tadpole,” he nodded, making his way towards a spot shallow enough for your feet to touch the riverbed, as you followed. “I only discovered this earlier today.”

“Awww... And you immediately had to find me and go ‘Mom, mom, look what I can do!’”

You dove again just as he went to splash you in the face.

“Adorable,” she smiled, once she re-emerged in front of you.

“What is?”

“You in moments when you look genuinely happy,” she said, removing her clothes and throwing them onto the bank. “Fangs peeking out from behind your lips, all murder and mischief.”

You found yourself at a brief loss for words as she finished taking her clothes off and turned back to you, throwing her arms around your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, clutching on to you weightlessly in the water.

“I like seeing you happy...”

Something in your chest clenched.

No, no, no, no, no, this is not how this is supposed to work.

Your body followed its instincts and you drew her into a kiss, hands roaming her thighs and hips under the water.

“You know, you really didn’t need to go through all that trouble, getting my clothes soaked through, to get me to take them off,” she murmured as your lips broke away from hers to trace her jaw.

“Oh I know...” you purred. “I didn’t need to throw you into the river to get you soaked, either.”

You kissed her mouth again, grinning, to muffle the sounds of her annoyed protest.

Your usual script, all your usual lines had been rolling off her like, well, water. Frankly it was a breath of fresh air. She picked apart your words, expressed exaggerated dismay or tried to one-up you, turning it into a game – but still, she did exactly what you needed her to do. All that mattered was the end result, no? And if you could have fun with it, all the better, you thought. Even if it was... different.

You hand slipped further, between her legs, teasing her exposed slit as she gasped and clung to you tighter.

Yes, you thought. This was familiar. This you knew what to do with.

“Let’s get out of the water,” you murmured to him.

Sex in lakes, rivers and hot springs was much more appealing on paper than it was in reality.

Apparently Astarion had taken the time to prepare a few things this time, including some sheets and blankets that laid next to a prearranged campfire.

‘Ignis!’ He lit it, immediately setting it ablaze. Warmth at last, you thought, wiping yourself off.

“Thoughtful of you to get some blankets this time,” you said, sinking down next to him, close to the fire, letting him pull you against him.

“...Is this about the night at the clearing again?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

“What else?”

“I’ll have you know, I am civilised and had a whole spread all of five meters away from where we ended up! We could’ve moved there if you’d only stopped being a complete animal for a few seconds,” he said with a mixture of amusement and indignation.

“No, no you didn’t... Did you? Oh gods... Why didn’t say anything?!” You burst into laughter, sinking against his chest.

“The way you were carrying on, I figured you must have been half wood elf and enjoyed having needles stuck in your ass!”

Unbelievable... How bloody absurd.

You lifted your head once you’d finally regained your composure, grinning at him. The way he looked back at you was so full of tenderness that you were momentarily taken aback. But it couldn’t be. Not with him.

“Tsk... ‘Civilised’,” you murmured. “Who wants that?”

You caught his lips in a kiss, then dipped lower, starting to slowly trail open-mouthed kisses down his neck and past his collarbone, leaving gentle teasing bites on your way down. His breath hitched as he sank with his back down onto the blankets, his fingers tensing on your back.

You ran your tongue between the ridges of his muscles as you went lower, idly wondering what kind of magistrate kept in this kind of shape, if this really was the way he looked before he was turned. His skin felt like silk over the hardness of his muscles.

“What are you doing, you naughty thing..?” he breathed, hoarsely.

“What do you think I’m doing?” you purred. “Or is it that you don’t like it..?” He was already hard for you. You teased his cock with just your fingertips before taking it into your hand, continuing to slowly kiss and lick your way down. “But I think you do.”

“Oh you have no idea...” he whispered.

It’s not that you haven’t been on the receiving end of this before. It’s that when you were, it was usually some slobbering drunk that reeked of piss, whom you wouldn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole, much less have any body part inside of, disgusting and unpredictable, or when you were ordered to participate in some deranged bacchanalia you wanted no part of, with all its abasement and humiliation and having to act, always having to act, always the pretty boy, pretty 200 year old boy being passed around like some kind of doll, or the time with the-

Oh for fuck’s sake, I just want to enjoy this!

No one was forcing you to do this, this was your choice.

‘...I like seeing you happy...’

It was her hand, it was her mouth, this was your choice.

She wanted to pleasure you. She would never hurt you.

‘...I like seeing you happy...’

Just fucking enjoy it, why can’t you just fucking enjoy it?!

“Look at me, darling...” you reached down to touch her cheek with your fingertips.

Anchor me...

Astarion watched you for a while through his lashes, holding eye contact as you worked his cock with your mouth, before ultimately falling back and shutting his eyes. His hand moved to your hair, gripping it tightly.

His whole body was wound up tight like a coil. You started to get the impression that he might push you away at any moment. Was he just over-sensitive..? You eased up the intensity of your motions – you would have stopped entirely, only he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth as he groaned, the hand in your hair pushing and pulling on your head.

Alright then, maybe not...

You followed his lead until he started whispering something incoherent, jerking his hips more erratically. Before long, his grip on your hair tightened further, and he gasped your name several times, before finally spilling in your mouth.

Never before has anyone made it seem like they were fighting for their life through what you thought was just a routine blowjob. You knew you weren’t that bad. Nor that good.

Something told you you should call it a night.

“Kiss me,” he whispered, pulling you back up, his hands wandering down before you stopped them. “No..?”

He looked dazed.

“Another time,” you said, kissing him lightly, before lying down in his embrace.

“If that’s what you want,” he drawled.

Nature got you there in the end, but the whole act was tainted, no matter how much you wanted to want it. You couldn’t ignore it or pretend you were unaffected anymore. Free, relatively safe, walking in the sun, leagues away from Baldur’s Gate, and still you were in a chokehold.

You wanted to want it, gods how you wanted to... Maybe next time would be better? There would have to be a next time, wouldn’t there?

You also wanted to scream. You hugged her tighter against you instead.

Now put all this behind you and act normal, you wretch.

You laid on his chest, gazing into the fire, edge of the blanket folded over the two of you. It was cozy and peaceful, and you could almost pretend that there was a semblance of normalcy to your life, and that you were just having a pleasant night with a lover. And that maybe you’d just imagined anything was off earlier.

"You’re awfully quiet, what’s on your mind?” he asked, lightly tracing circles on your back.

“Just contemplating the fact that blowing a vampire isn’t even the strangest thing I’ve done today,” you lied.

Close enough.

“We should head back I suppose, I doubt it’s safe out here in the open,” you said, reluctantly.

“Darling, I assure you, I am the most dangerous creature to stalk the night in these parts,” he said in his usual flippant manner.

“Yes, yes, you are a vicious, deadly beast,” you smiled.

“Rawr,” he said matter-of-factly, as you buried your face in his neck in silent laughter.

You slowly made your way back to the camp.

You didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to lie awake, alone with nothing but your thoughts. She was contagious with her levity in her sweet ignorance, you didn’t want to part from her.

“Did you end up fixing that teddy bear?” she asked.

“Of course I did, did you think me incapable of mending a stuffed animal?”

“Ah right, that’s why Karlach was chasing you around, threatening to hug you...”

You chuckled. You’d never admit it, but you were actually growing fond of the hellish tiefling. She at least didn’t give you a wide berth like the others.

“Can you do us all a favour and not leave me in camp wasting time on things like that all day again? I’m sure my skills would be more useful elsewhere.”

I missed you.

“Yes, Wyll and Gale did mention you were completely useless, if not downright destructive,” she smiled.

You reached the camp and stood in front of your tent. Hers was further along.

“I better go get some sleep,” she said.

You gently pulled her against you by her waist, kissing her.

Please just come in, stay with me, please...

“Good night then,” your mouth said.

“Night,” she whispered, before placing another soft kiss on your lips and walking away.

Why didn’t I just pull her in after me..? Wretched idiot.

Should’ve just made myself at home... Sigh. Fucking idiot...

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PS Astarion saying "rawr" is canon and I will stick it wherever I please.

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Unwanted: Chapter 15, Undermined - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, allusions to sexual situations, damning texts

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: Bucky attempted to explain himself in an effort to regain your trust. You offered him an ultimatum: He cut off all contact with Jade Carthage and let you go through his messages with her on his phone.

A/N: Bucky decides to lay it all out on the line, showing Pocket all his texts with Jade.

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There were hundreds of texts. Possibly thousands. You honestly had no idea he had been communicating with her this way so consistently. The first thing you did was check his deleted texts, but the folder was empty– though you doubted Bucky even knew how to delete texts, you couldn’t be positive he hadn’t picked it up somewhere. You made a mental note to yourself to hack into his phone’s data from your laptop later and check his phone records, and then hated yourself for having to resort to something so controlling. God, who was he turning you into?

The texts started innocently enough– questions about training schedules, protocols, general life in the Tower. All perfectly reasonable inquiries one would make to their new superior officer. But then came the requests– fixing her lights in her room, would he eat breakfast with her because she was so lonely? They began texting each other good morning and good night… every day.

She started calling him “sexy” and “handsome” as a way of greeting him. He never encouraged it, or reciprocated, but he never shut it down or told her it was inappropriate, either.

Then, there was the evening after the Central Park fiasco.

Vix: It was really mean of you to make me walk all the way back to the Tower by myself, you know.

>> I know. I’m sorry. I just needed to talk to Pocket alone.

Vix: I could have been assaulted or kidnapped!

>> lol You’re a super soldier. You could wipe the floor with anyone who tried.

Vix: Aww, thanks Jamie <3

Vix: Did your girlfriend get over her temper tantrum?

>> She had a right to be upset. It was shit of me to forget about her like that.

Vix: What is she? A golden retriever?

>> lol

Vix: She was alone for, like, five minutes. She’ll survive.

Vix: If you ask me, she was just looking for an excuse to be mad at you.

Vix: She obviously doesn’t trust you, which is so hypocritical.

>> What do you mean?

Vix: Come on, Jamie. You don’t really buy her whole bullshit story about her ‘friendship’ with Stark, do you?

Vix: I don’t care how rich he is. *No one* shells out that kind of money for someone’s education without expecting something in return. She obviously fucked him.

>> She told me it wasn’t like that.

Vix: Don’t tell me you believe her! I know you’re not stupid.

>> Yeah, well of course I wondered.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you asked, your voice rising as you stood up to face him. “Uh, which part?” he asked sheepishly.

“There’s more than one part that would have me asking ‘what the fuck’?” you asked, disgusted. Bucky just kind of shrugged his shoulders. “You seriously think I slept with Tony?!” “Oh, that!” Bucky looked relieved, and that concerned you, because if he was relieved that that was what you were upset about, what the hell else was in those texts? “I wondered about it when you first told me he paid for your school,” he said. “Back before we were really friends. But you said that you didn’t, and I believe you. I’ve always believed you.”

“Well, your text to Carthage sure makes it sound like you don’t believe me,” you argued. “Like you’re still wondering.”

“That wasn’t my intention,” he said softly.

“Yeah, well, and I say this with all the lack of respect it deserves,” you snapped, “your intentions are shit.”

Bucky looked down at the floor, no longer meeting your gaze. “Fuck,” you said, “I don’t even know if I want to read the rest of these,” you told him. “If that was something ‘well intentioned’ but there’s still things you expect me to get upset about.”

“No,” said Bucky, looking back at you now, “please– I want you to read them. I don’t want to have any more secrets from you.”

You sighed and sat back down. “I’m not even going to touch on you laughing about her calling me a literal dog,” you said as you picked up the phone and started reading again.

There were several selfies from Jade to Bucky of her in various skimpy outfits, asking for his opinion. Completely inappropriate, in your opinion, but Bucky would just respond with the thumbs up emoji, or occasionally “nice,” or “pretty.”

What really got to you, though, were the late night texts. You noticed some of the timestamps on Bucky’s end were from hours after you would have fallen asleep. The idea of him texting her in the middle of the night, in the dark, while lying next to your sleeping body repulsed you, and you had to suppress a shudder.

What was worse was the context of them– it wasn’t anything salacious or sexual, no– it was his vulnerability. His personal thoughts and feelings, memories of his past and descriptions of his nightmares that he refused to share with you, telling you they were too dark, or that he couldn’t remember them. Even now, you skimmed over what he had written without really reading them, knowing that he hadn’t wanted you to be privy to those parts of him. It broke your heart to see him being so open with her, so lacking in defenses, when you had literally been right there, yet he’d kept you at arm’s length, all without you knowing it.

Vix: What did you tell her about the sparring match?

>> The truth. It was just an intense practice session.

Vix: So you didn’t mention your hard-on, then? >> That was just a physical reaction. The adrenaline from the fight. It had nothing to do with you.

Vix: lol Keep telling yourself that, Jamie.

>> Vix. Vix: Relax, I’m just teasing xoxo

>> Yeah, I know.

Your hands were shaking. “I fucking knew it,” you seethed.

“Knew what?” Bucky looked like a deer trapped in headlights.

“That fucking sparring match,” you said through clenched teeth, your eyes beginning to water. “I fucking knew there was something sexual going on between you two, and you lied to my god damned face! And then, what? You fucked me with the erection she gave you? God, I knew you looked guilty. I could see it in your fucking eyes!”

“Okay, yes, but no!” Bucky said. “Yeah, I felt guilty because I got hard during the fight, and I was worried you saw it, but it really didn’t have anything to do with her! It’s… it’s a thing that happens to me, sometimes. Doesn’t matter who I’m fighting with. It’s, uh, happened when I’ve sparred with Steve– ” You shot him a look, skeptical. “I swear; you can ask him!” he continued. “It… look, I’m pretty sure it’s a hold out from the… things… Hydra did to me. When they were turning me into the Winter Soldier. The details are hazy, the memories aren’t all there, but… I have… flashes… how they used to, uh, stimulate me, to get me to do what they wanted me to do.”

You looked at him, waiting for more details, but he didn’t offer them. He obviously still didn’t trust you with those parts of himself, even now. “But, I swear to you– as soon as I saw that look on your face, it was gone. I felt awful, knowing what you would think if you’d noticed. That killed it, instantly. When we were together, later, that was all because of you. It was all for you.” He took in your expression. “You don’t believe me.”

“Seems to be a pretty convenient excuse, don’t you think?” you asked. You felt like a bitch, on the off chance he was telling you the truth, if his erection had been based on the conditioning of decades of sexual abuse on top of the physical and psychological trauma he had endured, but he’d eroded your trust so thoroughly, you couldn’t help but doubt.

“You think I’d lie to you about something Hydra did to me?” he asked you, hurt. “Something like that?” You could hear the unanswered question in his voice: Something horrible we’ve both been through?

You shrugged, knowing you were being cruel. “How should I know? I’m not the one you’ve been sharing your secrets with, so I don’t know what’s the truth and what’s another lie.”

Bucky grimaced, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You, of all people, knew how shameful discussing sexual abuse could make one feel, but you’d always been honest and open with him about what had happened to you, because you had trusted him. It was hurtful to know he’d been through something similar and hadn’t afforded you the same trust in return, even though you knew you had no right to demand it of him. But he had given it so freely to her.

You went back to the texts, hoping you had read the worst, but dreading there was still more to come.

He told her about your fights. That was difficult to read, knowing that he had made her privy to the lowest points in your private relationship, and how she must have been eating it up. >> I just don’t know what more she wants from me.

>> What more she expects me to do.

>> One minute she’s furious with me, and the next minute, she’s saying she doesn’t care.

Vix: She’s messing with you. Fucking with your emotions to show she can control you.

Vix: Why do you keep putting up with this?

>> I don’t know. Sometimes I

Vix: ???

>> Nevermind.

Vix: What, Jamie? You can tell me anything. I’m here for you.

>> Sometimes I just wish she was maybe a little more like you. More understanding.

You stared down at the screen, unable to move.

“Pocket?” Bucky asked, noticing you hadn’t scrolled in a few minutes.

“You don’t know why you keep putting up with me?” you asked him, voice barely above a whisper. “You wish I was more like her?”

“I was upset,” he said, crouching down in front of you. “That was the night before she went to Malaysia, after I left our room, but before I got her to go to Gino’s. When I could tell you were pulling away, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t really mean it; it was just venting because you had me so confused.”

You stared off into the middle distance as Bucky tried to make eye contact with you, unable to look at him. “I feel like there’s this whole entire side of you you’ve been hiding from me,” you said, speaking to and through him simultaneously. “I don’t know this version of you, at all. And I don’t think I want to.”

“Doll,” Bucky grasped your hands, desperation entering his voice, but you didn’t have the energy to pull away. “Those texts aren’t me. You know me. You know my heart.”

You met his eyes then, the look you gave him full of loss, betrayal, and heartache. “I don’t think I do.”

Bucky’s face cracked; you’d never seen him look so defeated. He took the phone from you and scrolled to the very bottom of the text thread, to the most recent exchange the two had had, from the night of her ‘panic attack.’ Wordlessly, he handed the phone back to you.

Vix: Please, Jamie. I could treat you so much better than she can.

>> I told you, Vix. I’m not going to leave her. I love her.

Vix: But all you do is fight. I can hear you from my room, you know. I know you’re not happy.

>> We fight because of *you*. Please don’t make this difficult. I don’t want to ask Steve to reassign you for training.

Vix: Please don’t do that! I just want to be with you. I could make you so happy.

>> *She* makes me happy. She’s all I want. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but it’s how I feel. I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love Pocket. That’s just the way it is.

Vix: You can’t deny there’s something between us!

Vix: I know you feel it!

Vix: We could keep it a secret. She doesn’t need to know.

Vix: You could have both of us.

>> Stop. I don’t want you. And to be honest, I’m disgusted you’d even suggest I cheat on the love of my life.

Vix: You don’t mean that!

>> I do. You need to accept it.

His last message was followed by a barrage of texts from Jade, begging him to respond to her, but he hadn’t. You supposed, in a way, that should make you feel better, but you were so emotionally exhausted, you couldn’t feel much of anything. All you knew was that you should have never read those messages.

“This… this is a lot to process,” you finally said, looking at Bucky. “I don’t really know what to do here.”

Bucky frantically tapped at his phone screen. “Block her number,” he said. “If cuttin’ her out’s what it’s going to take for me to start rebuilding your trust, then I’ll gladly do it. Pozhaluysta, Pocket.” Please, Pocket.

Mechanically, you went through the motions of blocking Jade’s number from Bucky’s phone. “I… don’t know if this is going to be enough, Bucky,” you told him, handing it back. “Those things I read just now… They’re honestly making me question everything. Our entire history.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, putting his forehead to yours. “If this is just step one, then it’s step one. I’ll take however many steps you ask me to until I make this right.”

“You’ve gotta be one hundred percent on this, Buck,” you said. “Because if you’re not, if I find out that you couldn’t keep this promise to me, there’s no coming back. You’ll be the one who’s so iced out, it’ll make Siberia feel downright tropical.”

Bucky grinned slightly. “I’m positive, sweets,” he said, putting a hand on top of yours. “You’re all I want, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if I have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. It was just that, well, you didn’t fucking trust him. “FRIDAY?” you called.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Please alert me any and every time Sergeant Barnes and Ms. Carthage have an interaction in the Tower going forward. I request audio and video footage be sent to me immediately should they cross paths.”

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N). For clarification, do you want alerts for physical, audio, or digital interactions to be sent to you?”

“All of it, FRIDAY,” you said, watching Bucky very carefully for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness over your course of action, but you saw none. “And do not allow an override without my express verbal consent and company password.”

The AI agreed and promised to alert you if any such interaction occurred.

“That was very thorough,” Bucky said, sounding somewhat petulant. “You really had to cover all the bases, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to have someone I trust keeping an eye out on things,” you said pointedly. Bucky flinched, the expression on his face faltering.

“I am going to make this right, doll. I swear to you.”

“I’m tired of you telling me, Buck,” you said, really needing to drive your point home. “It's your last chance to actually grow up and start showing me.”

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thebestofoneshots · 4 months

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: You can always count on your friends to have your back. Alt- Making sure James gets to go on that date. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by sweethearts: @aremuslupinsimp & @profoundpidgeon

Chapter 29: With a Little Help from My Friends

The next morning, the castle was submerged in chaos. With the mess the headless hunt had caused in the Slytherin Common room, most of them had left early and encountered the traps you and Remus had set up all over the dungeons. From dung bombs to stinky mist and firecrackers, the whole thing had been chaos.

You’d sent Comet, Minho and Nox an anonymous warning in advance, telling them not to rush out of the common room as fast as they could in the morning, and to watch their step. You assumed it had been enough since they seemed relatively unharmed at breakfast. You still had yet to see the boys that morning, they hadn’t made it to the great hall. None of them. It made you slightly anxious to say the least. Severus, Mulciber and Barty weren’t around, and the latter’s roommates seemed unharmed, which was reassuring, they were probably still rolling on their beds.

When you went back to the common room you spotted Remus, he had his wand pointed at Peter while he held his friend’s jaw with his free hand. Peter looked horrified, so you rushed towards them “What are you–” Peter turned his face, he had a huge bruise on his left eye, and his nose was swollen. You winced, the fall from Evan’s hand must have been nasty.

Remus looked relieved with your interruption and took a step back from Peter, taking your shoulder and your lower arm in his hands and pushing you in front of the boy, “You do it instead. You’re better at charms.”

“Do what?” You asked as he handed you a piece of paper with a spell written on it, “You want me to fix his nose?! Are you insane?”

“You have to,” Peter said, voice a little hoarse, no doubt from the pain. You shook your head. “I can’t go out like this, let alone to Pomfrey, she’ll assume I was out with Sirius and James for the prank. Can’t get punished, I’ve got a date tonight.”

You gave him an incredulous look, and then it dawned on you that Peter wasn’t the only one with a date tonight. James would be absolutely bombed when he realised he wouldn’t be able to go out with Lily.

“But I’m… This is serious medicinal magic Peter, people study for years to be able to do it.”

“Please,” he begged, he tried to make puppy eyes but his swollen nose and left lid didn’t help him much, he looked like he urgently needed the bathroom instead. “Please, please, please.”

You gave Remus a side glance as if asking him to back you up, but he said,“ If anyone can do it, it’s you luv,” instead.

You groaned, closing your eyes and bouncing in your place before nodding and grabbing the paper again, rereading the instructions. The text was leaning to the side, handwriting neat, but clearly rushed, Remus’ handwriting. That was at least a little tranquillising, if it had been Moony the one to find the spell, then it must have been a good one. “Have you ever used this one?”

“Sirius is the one that uses the fixing charm. He’s used it on James before,” Remus reassured.

“On his face?”

“On his shoulder,” he said as he shook his head lightly.

You gave the boys another unconvinced look, “Peter are you sure you–“

“Pleaaaaase Vix,” he repeated, a little more desperate this time around.

You huffed, “This girl better snog you so much you forget about the pain,” you said as you gulped and raised your wand towards your friend’s face. He shut his eyes like he was about to get hit, “Don’t make faces Wormy, it’ll make it worse.”

“You think–” he started, raising his eyes towards you and looking a lot more relaxed, but you didn’t let him finish his words and cast the spell. He yelped at that, stifling a scream, before turning to you a little crossed, “Oi, where’s my warning?”

“They say it hurts less if you’re not expecting it,” you said with a shrug, he instantly frowned at that.

“Did it work?” he asked Remus. The werewolf made a face and Peter looked positively mortified, but then Remus started laughing and passed Peter a small mirror that was sitting on a nearby table.

The swelling was gone, and the bruise was fading rapidly “You’re brilliant!” He told you as he stood up and shook your shoulders, delighted by how much better he looked already.

You almost laughed, “I still have some radiant complexion potion, you want a little?”

“Cosmetics?” he asked with a frown.

“It helped me with the bruises on my jaw from Monday,” you said, pulling down the collar of the sweater you had been wearing to show your almost spotless neck, not low enough to show Sirius’ still fading hickey. But Remus was taller, and he easily spotted it, averting his gaze as the image of Sirius kissing your neck popped into his head. “Could help yours fade faster.”

“And it’s not really cosmetics either,” Remus explained, “Technically it would be more of a–”

“Will it make me more handsome?” Peter interrupted.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “uhh… It’ll make you more radiant.”

“Then I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Sure thing Pete,” you said, “by the way, do you know anything about Pads and Prongs?” Peter shook his head.

“They didn’t make it to our room at all, I think Slughorn took them to McGonagall. She must be livid.”

Then you heard the door of the portrait open and you spotted the boys, shoulders slumped, dark circles under their eyes, both looking completely defeated as they walked inside. You frowned as Sirius let himself fall on the sofa with a sigh, he had a bruise near his eye and another one on his left cheek. James seemed even more upset than Sirius, but he was in better condition, just some redness near his jaw.

You looked at them with worry and frowned, the survivor’s guilt gnawing at you. Peter and Remus seemed to be taking the sight of them a lot better than you did. You sat on the table in front of the boys, Remus took the armchair and Peter sat back down on the edge of the sofa, turning his head to look at them.

“So…?” the shortest asked.

“We can’t play tomorrow,” Sirius said as he tensed his jaw, “McGonagall said it’d serve us right for picking up fights with the Slytherins. If only she knew.”

“What?!” you asked, shocked.

“And we have detention all day, no Hogsmeade either,” Sirius continued.

“No Lily,” James groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Will the Quidditch match be cancelled then?” Asked Peter with a frown, “two of the best players won’t be there.”

James shook his head with a sigh, “We’ll call in the reserves.” He then sat up, eyeing you closely. “You’ll be the seeker.”

You looked attentively and nodded. “I’m not too happy about that,” Sirius grumbled. You looked at him with a frown, ready to argue about being a good seeker when he spoke again, “Barty will be playing beater,” he informed. “I won’t be there.”

“I can dodge.”

“Because you have a great record at dodging ,” Sirius said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips. You gasped and swatted at him playfully, his shrugged in response.

“Marlene will be there, I trust her,” you said in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, I trust her too, but not the Slytherins. And I have no clue who will play instead of Evan.”

“He also got punished?” you asked surprised.

Sirius nodded with a smile. “Slughorn was absolutely pissed, didn’t even let him talk before he started reprimanding him for bringing the honour of the house down or something like that.”

“Will they let you come to the game, at least?”

James shook his head, “McGonagall said the team would survive without us for a match. Although, I’m sure she wasn’t too happy about it, it was Slughorns’ idea.”

“How will you tell Lily about your date?” Peter asked. James just pouted in response.

“She’ll never, ever give me another shot.”

“Maybe… she doesn’t have to…”

“That’s incredibly uplifting, thanks Vixen,” the boy spat a little crossed.

“Shut it, Prongs! I’m trying to help,” you uttered, and turned to Remus. “Remember what I told you about the potion from Slughorn?”

Remus looked at you, eyes filled with shock. “You surely wouldn’t be considering…” You nodded, a tight smile dancing on your lips.

“What are you considering?” Sirius asked, feeling a little left out.

“Polyjuice potion,” you said, turning back to your boyfriend with a confident smirk.

James looked up at you, a mix of shock, and gratefulness reflecting behind his glasses. “You… you’d do that?”

You shrugged, “I deserve the punishment as much as you do anyway. I’ll take the potion and pretend I’m you while you’re in detention today. That way you don’t have to reschedule the date with Lily.”

“But what if they make them do men’s work in detention?” Peter asked, a little weary.

“There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do,” you said with a scoff. You’d eventually regret those words.

As you had planned, you had done. You’d gone to your room to pick up the potion and then met the boys in their room closely after.

“Ready to be me?” James asked you as you stared at the potion in your hands. You threw him a look but nodded, extending your hand to his head and plucking a single piece of hair, before throwing it onto the flask you had used to store the potion. You weren’t sure how long it was going to last, so you had separated enough to recharge its effect in the middle of the day in case it was necessary.

“Auch!” James complained, “Could’ve warned me.”

“She’s literally going to take the punishment for you Prongs,” Remus responded a little irked, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for you to go, especially with your still healing shoulder, but he also knew if he voiced his concern, he’d only make you more determined to do it, even if it was just to prove that you could.

“Still, you could’ve warned me,” he repeated. You shook your head as you contemplated the potion. You’d never drank it, but the smell was deterrent enough.

“You want me to do it instead?” Remus offered kindly.

You shook your head, a tight grateful smile on your lips at his offer. “No, it’s… It’s fine I can do this,” you said before bringing the flask up to your mouth and drinking it. The taste was as bad as the smell. You coughed a couple of times and handed the flask over to Remus who held it as you felt your legs start to wobble and your mind went dizzy. You felt a tingling sensation all over and let yourself fall back onto a trunk. Sirius rushed to hold you up but seemed deterred when he saw the way your skin was bubbling. In a matter of seconds, you were already an exact replica of James. You were still dizzy when you looked at your hands, much larger and stronger looking now.

“BIoody Mother of Merlin!” Sirius said in surprise.

“We’ve got two Jameses,” Peter said, looking at you and then back at James and then back at you again, completely baffled.

“How do I look?” You said, raising a flirty eyebrow towards Sirius.

“Handsome as hell,” James replied about at the same time that Sirius cringed and said, “Like shit,” just to fuck with James. It earned him a soft punch on the arm. Remus and you were eyeing each other with diverted looks.

“Asshole,” James said, slightly irritated. “She looks damn well.”

You really admired James’ confidence. You cooed your head and stood up, “Handsome as hell,” you repeated, trying to make your voice sound a little more like Prong’s. He winced at that, “Oi, I’m trying!” you said back in your tone. You had a man’s voice, in fact you had James’ voice; you had his vocal cords after all. But they didn’t sound quite right.

“I think I might be able to help you with that one,” Remus said as he pulled his wand up. “Open your mouth and say ahh…”

You raised an eyebrow, terrible choice of words, you thought. “Woah Moony, didn’t think you’d get so kinky with me,” you teased. “That’s way more of a Sirius thing to say.” And he had, in fact, said it a while ago, before you even started dating him.

Sirius stifled a laugh, the memory plaguing his mind while Peter was trying to figure out what you meant by that and why Remus had given you the look he had. When he finally understood, he flushed.

“First you wanted to blindfold me and now…” you pressed, just to see Remus’ reaction.

Sirius frowned. “When did you want to blindfold him? her, you know what I mean.”

“When we met,” you said casually, “He said I couldn’t see your secret passages.”

“And you let him?”

Remus shook his head and scoffed. “Of course she didn’t,” he said matter-of-factly.

You gave him a pout, “If it makes you feel better, I’d let you blindfold me now.”

Sirius laughed at your joke and Remus’ eye roll. The fact that you looked exactly like Prongs only made the entire situation even funnier. Remus just looked at you with a stern expression, he was just expecting you to do what he had initially asked.

You just smiled and stood up, feeling disoriented by the difference in height. You were taller than your boyfriend now, and almost as tall as Moony. You pressed your lips tightly against each other to avoid saying anything, another joke wouldn’t have been wise at that point, you could tell by the way Remus was tapping his feet on the ground.

Eventually, you stood facing him and opened your mouth “Aaaaaah…”

Sirius, behind you, had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing blatantly at the way you had followed Remus’ instructions to the T and yet Remus seemed bewildered. Regardless, the boy picked his wand up and pointed it to your face, saying a few words and holding his wand to your face as he pulled it back and to the sides, as if he were calibrating something, which was exactly what he was doing. As he moved the wand your voice started to change. It went from your normal tone to helium inhalation level of high-pitched to sounding like Elvis’. But eventually, he stopped, pulling the wand back from your face.

“Say something James would say.”

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of something and then smiled mischievously, pulling out your best impression of James. “Pads, hold your position! Vixen, another backflip! That one was wonky, again!”

Sirius almost doubled over in laughter while James looked at you with a frown. “That’s not how… Please tell me that’s not how I sound.”

“Well, not all the time,” you said with a shrug.

“But that’s exactly how you sound when you’re on Capitan mode,” Sirius added with a teasing smirk.

“When I’m on– You gave it a name?!?”

“It’s so we can separate the screaming captain from our dear ol’ James, it was Marlene’s idea,” you replied. James frowned.

“You should change,” Peter said, “Can’t go around with a skirt, can you?”

You gave him a look and then turned your head downwards, “Don’t know mate, Prongs’s got some nice calves,” you said tilting your leg to the side.

James winked at your reply while Remus threw you a clean pair of pants, a vest and a shirt. You unhooked your skirt and let it fall on the floor. “Why are you wearing boxers?” Sirius asked and got a punch from James.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Something made me assume it would be uncomfortable to keep normal knickers on after the change.”

“Oh,” Sirius and James said, a little surprised.

“Clever,” Remus said, nodding your way.

You smiled and shrugged at his words -almost beaming from his praise- and then proceeded to put on the pants and finished changing, “how do I look?” you said twirling around once you were done.

Sirius looked at you and placed a hand on his chin as if analysing, “Almost perfect,” Sirius said as he turned to the side and took James’ glasses away from his face and walked over to you, handing them over.

You took them and placed them over your eyes, wincing as you pulled them off almost instantly “James mate, you’re blinder than Tommy.”

“Tommy?” James asked, confused.

“From the Movie,” replied Remus, dismissively.

“From The Who,” added Peter. You wondered if he’d gone to the cinema at some point in his last vacation. James didn’t say anything after that, he still had no idea who this “Tommy” was but he also knew you’d tease the hell out of him if he asked.

You took the glasses off and used gemino to make yourself a perfect replica, taking the originals, or what you thought were the originals and giving them back to James. You put the other back on and narrowed your eyes to try and see better, you saw Peter extending his arm towards you, “Hand them over,” he said simply.

You did, and he placed his wand over them, whispering a spell you hadn’t heard yet and handing them back over to you, placing them back on and looking at him surprised “How did you…?”

“My sister used to make me wear her glasses so I looked smarter,” he said with a shrug. “They gave me awful headaches so I dug through our library and found a spell to make them fake.”

“That’s brilliant Pete,” you said with a nod. He just smiled and nodded, pretty pleased with himself.

You took a deep breath and turned back to James “I think I’m ready then. Do I look the part?”

“Definitely,” Remus said, the rest of the boys nodding in agreement.

“Well then,” you said with a clap, “Time to go get detention,” you added, looking over at Sirius.

He let his head fall back and groaned in response, then he looked over at Remus with a charming little smile, “Moony, don’t you want to drink some of the potion and pretend you’re me today?”

Remus raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “of course not.”

“You sure? You could use my dashing good looks to flirt around.”

“No, he couldn’t,” you said with a scoff .“You’re dating me. Even if it wasn’t actually you, he’d only be allowed to flirt with me.” You sounded slightly jealous, which in a way was justified, after all they were talking about your boyfriend’s face. You tried not to think much that Remus “flirting around” wasn’t an image you wanted to see.

“That sounds so weird coming from James’ face,” Sirius said as he looked at you. “Either way, I suppose I’ll get going,” he said with a dramatic sigh, still staring at Remus as he continued walking towards you.

“Off you go,” Remus said, placing his hand on Sirius’ back and pushing him towards the door, to make him move faster, Sirius turned to you with a pout, the kind of face a kid would give their mother when their brother mistreated him. Meanwhile, Remus gave you the look that said “See what I have to deal with?”

“Hey James,” you said before leaving, he hummed in acknowledgement, “You better not blow your date with Lilly.”

“Maybe you should go instead,” Peter teased and got a scowl from James.

You just laughed, “Sorry mate, I can take the punishment for you, but I’m not gonna seduce the girl. That’s all off to you.”

“She’ll want to marry me after today,” he said confidently.

You nodded “Remember not to overdo it, you’ll scare her away.”

When you were done, you closed the door behind you and turned to Sirius. “Where are we supposed to meet?”

The moment McGonagall opened the doors, Peter’s words came floating back to your mind “But what if they make you do men’s work in detention?” followed by your blatant response, “There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do”.

You had regretted those words the moment you stepped into the dirty men’s loo. You were sure you gagged as you walked behind McGonagall and felt the dreadful smell, ever so characteristic of men’s lavatories, “I asked the elves not to wash the bathroom last night. Just for you,” she said, “wands,” she added, extending her open palm towards you, Sirius and Evan.

“Do you expect us to clean with our own hands?” Sirius complained. Evan said something similar next to him. You would have probably made a joke about how spoiled they both were if you weren’t so shocked yourself.

“Can I… Can I do something else?” you said as she was about to leave. “I’ll clean the owlery, I don’t care–”

“Mr. Potter.” She said sternly. You closed your mouth shut, only now remembering you were supposed to be James and not you. “Men up and stop whining, all you have to do is clean the toilets.” Sirius almost doubled in laughter at her choice of words.

“Minnie please,” you added, using the vocabulary James would have used, or perhaps that would have been Sirius, since the way the old teacher turned over and looked at you gave you the chills, making you unconsciously recoil towards Sirius.

“Mr. Potter!” She said a lot more sternly now, “It’ll serve you well to stop your silly pranks and occupy your mind with something productive. One more complaint and I’ll make you wash the prefect’s bathrooms and the greenhouses as well,” you nodded, not saying anything more as you watched her walk all the way towards the door, she turned right before leaving. “Pebblier the house elf will be watching over you,” she informed, “so no fighting and no funny business unless you want to help polish trophies tomorrow.”

You gulped and nodded, it’s not that it would be you doing things those things tomorrow, but you still didn’t want to subject James, let alone Sirius, to more torture. Once she was gone, you sighed, taking one of the mops and dipping it in water, holding your breath from the smell still filling your nostrils.

“What? He’s mopping? I’d rather mop than…” Evan trailed off, looking at the bathroom stalls.

As James, you were as tall as the blond and probably as strong as he was, you just turned to him with a stern face, tilting your head slightly to the side and bringing your hand from the handle to point at your face, “How’s the eye?” you asked calmly, it had been such a simple and yet strong thrеat, Sirius was almost shocked. James would never be that bold.

Evan swallowed, it hadn’t even been James who punched him and yet the way you had stared at him had somehow made him blech, he huffed after he got back his stance. Evan had never seen Potter be so intimidating, of course, he wasn’t looking at Potter then. Most of the time, James was just an annoying ray of sunshine and jokes. He hoped he’d go back to that soon, he wasn’t sure the thrеatening James would be so much fun to bother. “Fine then, I’ll wash the stalls,” he grumbled after he took a hold of one of the buckets. Evan didn’t want to polish the trophies either.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking at you impressed, he never thought he’d considered James hot, but what you did, had been exactly that. He could almost see you underneath the skin you were wearing, and he started wondering if he too would have fallen for you if you had been a boy. He might have. But then, what did that fucking mean? What would that mean for him? Did that make him–

You gave him a small complicit smile in return, you didn’t think Evan would recoil so easily, but it was certainly fun to be bigger and broader and to look stronger, it gave you a sort of power you’d never wielded before, and as strange as it might seem, you liked it. Seeing Evan back out after just a look, a look that you probably had thrown at him many times as yourself with no effect, had been interesting, to say the least. Regardless, the funniest part was the fact that you were taller than Sirius, and he looked adorable, even more like a puppy.

A grumpy, riled up, bathroom-cleaning puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. You wondered if being taller made him feel the same way when he looked at you; if the protective instinct instantly activated with a few inches of advantage to the other person. Not that you never felt the need to protect him in the past. You remembered the time at the park, how you had reacted, ready to take all the blame for him and how neither of the brothers had let you, but this was different. This version of you, the Potter version of you, wanted to hug and coddle him and tell him everything would be all right.

Either way, it could have just been some of Potter’s innate traits mixing with your own, since you had taken the potion, and it had changed you into him. You started wondering about the implications of Polyjuice too, what kind of things it’d actually do to your body. What about long exposure? If you were actually intermixing DNA with it, and altering not only the way you looked but also the way you thought? Then perhaps it could also change the way you felt, alter feelings and thoughts and give you some of those of the one you were impersonating.

You could probably talk to Lily about it, since she knew a lot about potions. Or perhaps Remus would be a better option since it’d be complicated to explain to her why you had used polyjuice, and how you had gotten your hands on it.

When you were done with the floor, and the stinky smell had died down just a little (or perhaps your nostrils had gotten used to it) you went on to wipe the mirrors and faucet, while the other boys focused on the urinals and the toilets. You saw Sirius gag a couple of times as he brushed over one of the toilets and almost wanted to help him, but the stinky smell coming from them persuaded you against it.

While you were cleaning some of the mirrors you realised the potion was starting to fade, so you had to pull out the flask and take a sip. Sirius had given you a wary look, but you just nodded in what you hoped was a reassuring manner and continued with your task. Sooner than later the three of you had finished, and Pebblier, the small elf who had been watching over you, snapped his fingers and disappeared, coming back just a few minutes later with McGonagall by his side.

She looked at the three of you, Evan was placing the bucket in its place, you were drying the mirror and Sirius had reclined against some of the mops. The witch examined the room in detail, the smell had gone away already, and she had even walked towards the stalls, looking through every single one. She seemed… impressed. As if she hadn’t been expecting you three to do such a good job.

“Great job boys,” she concluded, “you may go clean up before dinner.”

Dinner time? Already?

Sirius nodded and grabbed onto your arm to pull you out of the room. Once you were away from prying eyes he gave you a diverted look, “You aren’t that great at being James, you know?”

You gasped, “I had everyone fooled.”��

“Evan didn’t say a word,” he countered, “he was terrified from the moment you thrеatened him.”

You gave him a look and almost winced, “You think I overdid it?”

Sirius gave you a diverted smile, “You called McGonagall Minnie.”

“Well, you call her that all the time, I assumed James would…” Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, and you didn’t even finish your answer, James had never been as blasé as your boyfriend. As you continued walking through the halls you spotted a girl, who seemed to be looking at the two, specifically at Sirius, before she approached, standing right in front of you and blocking your path forward.

“Hi!” She said shyly, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down for a moment before turning her face towards your boyfriend. You stared down at her, looking a little displeased, you assumed, from the way she gave you a wary look as if she wanted to retreat. She cleared her throat, “Sirius.”

The boy hummed in response, you noticed a group of girls giggling not so far away from her, and you stared back at the girl, intrigued by what she might do.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” your boyfriend said, a mix between polite and annoyed.

She made a displeased expression at that, “Ugh… I’m Zia, from 5th.” She really was looking at Sirius and completely ignoring you, or well, she was completely ignoring James. Which made you feel a little angry on his behalf too.

“Right, hello.” Sirius said, when the girl still didn’t move he sighed, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

You raised an eyebrow at that. You weren’t surprised Sirius got girls asking him out all over the place, you’d seen his face, you understood, but you thought everyone knew about your relationship already.

“Why?” He asked. You gave him a look. That had sounded uncharacteristically cold, and slightly rude.

“Wh-why?” the girl stammered. “I was just thinking... maybe I could– like a date.”

You weren’t sure whether to be jealous or just feel sorry for the poor girl, she looked like a deer trapped in headlights, “Sirius is already going out with someone,” you said, a little colder than you intended, to try and protect the girl from whatever cold thing Sirius might have told her instead.

But her reaction was something you weren’t expecting, she snapped at you, fury in her eyes as if you had said something improper. “But it’s just for now, isn’t it? You aren’t actually dating her,” she said, turning to Sirius.

Sirius rolled his eyes as if he was used to this, “Even if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t date someone who’s trying to dig into and separate an already established relationship.”

The girl was taken aback by his answer, even more so when Sirius skipped past her and continued his walk as if she had never even talked to him. You would have given her an apologetic smile if you hadn’t been so flummoxed, but instead, you just chased after Sirius not bothering to give her a second glance. As if she had bothered to say “hi” when she had gone straight after him.

“Well that was very… brazen of her…” you said as you caught up with your boyfriend.

He sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder like he would if it were you and not James he was talking to. He enjoyed the height difference, actually. He didn’t have to lean his head so much, it was nice. You, as a boy, were hot. His mind crossed over to Remus, how he was slightly taller than James and he wondered how it would feel to lean his head onto that boy’s shoulder. In a romantic way, not in a friendly one, he had to force the thought out of his head, he was not meant to be thinking of Remus that what, let alone with you –his girlfriend– standing next to him. What the hell would he do if you had legilimency? You, on the other side, seeing him all thoughtful, wondered if he’d care that the girls were still boring holes in his back, he probably wouldn’t. “Sorry you had to see that, Starshine.”

You looked down at him with a diverted stare, “It was rather rude on your part.”

“If I wasn’t, she’d think I was leading her on.”

“You were never rude to me.”

He gave you a look, “Why do you think that is, Starshine?” He asked with a flirty smile.

You almost blushed at that, you wanted to reach for his hand, but realised it’d be a bad idea to do it then, with James’ face. You didn’t know this, but Sirius might have actually liked it if you did, even if it would increase his mental issues with the thoughts of Remus he’d been having lately. Eventually, the two of you reached the common room, the boys let you use their bathroom to shower off the sweat and stank from the bathrooms since you still looked like James and you threw yourself in Sirius’ bed, already changed into a pair of pyjamas that were a little tight on James but would be oversized once you turned back.

“James isn’t back yet, is he?” you asked Remus, the only boy still in the room, since Sirius was in the bathroom and Peter was on his date.

Remus shook his head and you sighed, you’d be stuck there until Prongs came back or you looked like yourself again, neither of those things seemed to be happening soon enough, “It’s no fun to be James if I’m locked up in his room,” you complained.

Remus gave you a look, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulled his head from the book he was reading. “You thought it was fun?”

“I mean, not the cleaning the bathroom part, but… You should have seen Evan’s face after I accidentally thrеatened him.”

“How do you accidentally thrеaten someone?” he asked, incredulous.

“You give them a nasty look with the height and build of James Potter,” you told him. “I guess I’d be more thrеatening if I were bigger, you’re lucky I’m not as tall as any of you.”

“Sprite size,” he joked, and you scoffed at his silly little joke.

“Either way, it was also fun to be taller than Pads, makes him look a lot more cute and adorable, it was hard to hold myself back from stealing a kiss like I do all the time.”

Remus huffed a laugh, “Would have started some interesting rumours.”

“Mhm,” you said, “Must be nice to be big and broad all the time though.”

“Not when you bump your head onto door frames.”

“What a drama queen Moony,” you teased.

“It’s never happened to you. You wouldn’t know how inconvenient it is.”

“What is inconvenient?” Sirius asked, walking out of the bathroom with just a simple towel around his middle. It was as if he thought you were actually James and not you. Either that or he purposefully wanted to fluster you.

“Being tall, apparently,” you said, letting your gaze linger just a few seconds before turning your eyes back to Moony, who had been looking at Sirius casually. Although perhaps…

“You certainly wouldn’t know, would you Starshine?”

You turned back to him, your eyes shining with mischief, “Careful Puppy, I’m still taller than you.”

“Hmm… not for long,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom with some clothes in his hands. His shirt fell on the floor and you used your wand to drag it towards you, still sitting on the bed. Remus gave you a look but went back to his book, not saying a word. It was a shirt Andromeda had given him as a gift –a Queen shirt– it was soft from how many times he’d used it, but in great condition still. Perhaps he used some kind of spell.

“Hey Moons have you seen my…?” he asked as he left the bathroom again, he had his pyjama pants on but he was still shirtless. You had his shirt in your hands, a smirk playing on your lips, or James’ lips, you supposed. “Starshine.”

You shrugged, “It fell on the floor, didn’t wanna leave it there.”

He narrowed his eyes at you but walked towards his bed, where you sat. You were on the edge, whereas you normally just rested against his headboard, and most of all, you had a rather suspicious expression going on, an expression he’d seen you wear before, slightly different to James’. The second he skeeved in to take it between his hands, you stood and dodged, standing a few steps from him while holding the shirt high above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking advantage of the one time I’ll be taller than you, I suppose.” Remus was now looking at the two of you, diverted rather than paying attention to his book.

“Maybe you just want to see me shirtless for longer,” he teased.

You shrugged in response, “Maybe I do.”

His head pulled back, his cocksure stance faltering as he tried to process how brazen you’d been with that answer, it’s something he would have done. Regardless he got closer to try and pull the shirt. The difference in height between James and Sirius wasn’t that big, especially not when you compared it to Remus, so you couldn’t trust solely on the extra inches you had.

Sirius reached his hand up and tried to grab the shirt, and you pulled it just behind you, there was definitely a benefit with getting James’ physical attributes, especially the speed.

“Aw come on, that’s not fair.”

You just smiled, daringly. “Come on Puppy, you can do this, can’t you?”

“I’m gonna bite you next time I’m Padfoot,” he thrеatened playfully.

“You’d only be able to do it if I still looked like Potter,” you told him with a smile. “Vixen’s too adorable to bite, am I not?”

“My shirt.”

“What shirt?” you asked innocently as you threw it Remus’ way.

It fell on his head, and for a second you thought he’d be mad, since he didn’t move, rather, it took him a few seconds to figure out why the shirt smelled so much like Sirius until he remembered he’d used the same shirt last night, and the previous. Fuck, it smelled delightful, focus Remus, he told himself as he took it from his head and held it between his hands.

He looked over at you, you gave him a smile, and winked at him, an expression so unbelievably yours it was almost shocking to see it on James, all thought there was something in your eyes.

Remus stood, as if he were to give the shirt to Sirius and your smile faded, he almost laughed but managed to hold a serious solemn face. Just as Sirius extended his hands to grab the shirt from Sirius’s hand, he pulled his arm up again, you smiled, diverted, while Sirius frowned.

Two against one, there you go Puppy, you thought. Remus, being a lot taller, managed to hold the shirt a lot higher, which forced Sirius to walk even closer to him as he jumped around to try and get the shirt. Remus was having way too much fun to actually process the fact that a shirtless Sirius was brushing onto him as he jumped to get the shirt.

“I could just wear something else, you know.”

“Yeah, but you won’t,” you said with a smile, you stood just behind him, blocking his hand whenever he tried to reach up for his shirt, still held high above Remus’ head.

“Too stubborn for that,” Remus confirmed, looking at you with a complicit grin.

Sirius huffed in response but tried again. Remus pulled back and you held Sirius between your arms, but he managed to slip from your grasp and lunged at Remus, who threw the shirt over his head and towards your arms, “Great shot, Moony!”

He winked at you as Sirius crashed onto him, “Okay kids, that’s enough!” Sirius said. Remus enjoyed the closeness a little too much.

“Giving up so soon, Puppy?” you asked with a pout, passing the shirt from one hand to the other.

“Giving– It’s completely unfair! You’re both taller and stronger.”

You hummed, “Welcome to my world.”

“I won’t say you’re short ever again?” he tried, you pretended to think about it for a moment.

“What do you think, is he being honest?”

“I don’t know Little Witch… seems unrealistic.”

You nodded in agreement. “Aww, come on…” Sirius complained, but then he lunged for you, you moved to the side, both of you moving almost in a circle. If anyone were to see the three of you from above, they’d think you had carefully choreographed this dance.

“Starshine…” He warned. You felt a bit of a tingling in your legs, but for some reason, you didn’t think it was the nickname or his tone that caused it. Remus from behind, notice your ear shrinking. You were changing back.

You smiled “Come and get it!”

He did, he skeeved forwards, you intended to crash against him, but Remus noticed you were counting on James’ strength, rather than yours. If Sirius crashed onto you, the real you and not Polyjuice-potion James, then it would probably hurt you. So he grabbed onto your waist, or James’, everyone was confused at that point, and pulled you to the side.

Unfortunately, he tripped on a pair of shoes, and the two of you ended up falling towards the bed, not before Sirius grabbed onto the box plate of your shirt, and got pulled along with you. There was some thumping, and then complaining groans from the three.

Remus’ back had ended on the bed, you were on top of him, back facing his chest, and Sirius was on top of you, still half naked, and feeling a lot heavier than you expected him to be. You were quite literally sandwiched between the two boys, it was oddly comforting, even if a bit uncomfortable.

Remus frowned as your hair covered his face, you were back being you, and Sirius was crushing you against him, Sirius’ face dangerously close to his, it seemed like the longest time before the three of you managed to process what had happened. “Starshine you’re back!” Sirius said as he looked at you with a bright smile, taking the shirt from your hands, using his strength to keep your arms in your place as you tried to wriggle out.

He gave you a rather satisfied smile as you huffed, “Not fair.”

“Suck it up,” Sirius replied as he finally rolled to the side. “Can you give her back her voice?”

You sighed, catching your breath still against Remus’ shoulder until you too rolled off, landing right in between the two boys and slightly pushing on both so you had enough space to lay on your back. “Can’t take me speaking like your best mate?”

“It’s weird when you no longer look like him.”

You shut your eyes, Remus’ bed was softer than Sirius’, you noticed as you continued to accommodate in the small space between the two. Your shoulders were all pressed together, but neither of the boys seemed to want to move either. It was warm, it was comfortable.

Remus fetched his wand from the side with a display of wandless magic that would have been shocking had you been looking and passed it over you, “finite incantatem,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice finally back to normal. You took a deep breath, thinking that you’d have to get up now and go back to your room, even if you didn’t actually want to move. “What time is it?”

Sirius lifted his head to look at the watch, “Almost 8,” he informed, “why?”

You shrugged, “I probably have to go back soon.”

“You don’t sound so eager,” Remus acknowledged.

A playful scoff left your mouth, “What with two handsome boys by my side, who would?”

Remus scoffed and Sirius rolled his eyes, “what a flirt.”

“Learned from the best,” you said in return and then sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to move, cleaning was so tiring!” you whined, Remus’ bed is comfortable, this was perfectly gracious.

“Should have let Prongs take the punishment,” Remus said.

You shook your head, “No-uh, wouldn’t want to kill his chance to date Lily and get married and have beautiful children.”

“That’s a very long story to make up in your head, Starshine.”

“As if James himself hadn’t outwardly said that that’s what he wants,” you responded with a shrug and changed the subject. “What were you reading Rem?”

“The Godfather,” he said simply.

Sirius turned his head, “The Mafia book you were telling us about on the train?” Remus nodded. “You haven’t finished it already?”

He shook his head in response, “I was reading a book she borrowed,” he said, nodding towards you for a second.

“Dorian Grey,” you acknowledged.

“Dorian Grey?” Sirius asked, “It’s a muggle thing, isn’t it?”

“It’s a classic, Sirius.”

“You’d probably like it,” Remus added.

“Oh no, he might end up like Dorian,” you joked, “Lord Henry has some rather convincing dialogue.”

“He’s already like that.”

“Pair of nerds,” Sirius huffed, “But I don’t like being left out, so I’ll read it.”

You shook your head with a smile on your face, “How’s the mafia book?”

“Interesting,” Remus replied.

“Why don’t you read to us?” Sirius asked casually.

“What?” Remus asked, a little puzzled.

“Oh yeah,” you said, turning your head towards him, “You have a really nice voice, read to us,” he didn’t look convinced. “Please.”

“Oblige her Moony, she worked très hard cleaning the men’s loos today.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sirius did as well… Oblige us, yeah?” Remus sighed dramatically but levitated the book right above him, you could see well enough to read by yourself but you’d much rather hear it from Remus’ soothing deep voice. In the end, he couldn’t refuse. “Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder.” You were smiling like an idiot, Sirius was too, both pretty satisfied with your convincing abilities. “I’m going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door.” Remus was even making different voices for the characters, ‘“Now, go and enjoy yourself´ He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything…”

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LONELINESS OF EVENING !

a. ashengrotto x reader smau

synopsis: as childhood enemies, it is azul and mc's duty to argue with one another and attempt to defeat each other in every way possible, from academics to extracurriculars to magic. but what happens when their rivalry turns into something deeper, something more heartfelt?

genre: smau, enemies/academic rivals to lovers, slowburn, angst, crack, fluff.

warnings: mc is the diasomnia housewarden, a lot of cursing.

note: welcome back, here we are with another smau and this time, it's azul !! obviously this one is not planned entirely either although i do know where i want to go with the story so just bear with me </3 once again, do not be surprised if i delete some chapters in case i don't have anything to write for that chapter. dm me, send an ask, or comment under any chapter/this masterlist to be added to the taglist!

sour patch kids | bank of the bastards

act one.

i. a bean for your thoughts

ii. where's waldo?

iii. bottomless pitcher of rage

iv. experimental failures

v. ya like jazz?

vi. anywhere cold as you

vii. SCRATCH ATTACK

viii. call the UN, jade has escaped containment

vix. alexa, play stadium rave

x. glimpse of party rock

xi. volleyball and an octopus

xii. what the fuck is a kilometer!!!

xiii. wrong fast and furious

xiv. bibbidi bobbidi boogaloo

xv. shots and swears

act two.

xvi. boogie fever

xvii. shut up, do not dance with me

xviii. to be announced...

act three.

to be announced...

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x mc #azul x mc #azul smau #azul ashengrotto smau #azul x yuu #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul x y/n #azul ashengrotto x y/n #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x you #azul ashengrotto x you

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starrclownshazbinblog · 3 months

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I am probably gonna regret this/hj

But

Valentino facts and lore?

No one has had the guts to ask about Valentino. Good job.

TRIGGERWARNING: VALENTINO, SEXUAL ASSULT, DRUGGING, RAPE, ITHER GROSS AND NASTY TOPICS

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Valentino died somewhere around the late 70's

Valentino doesn't let his toxic traits show. He's very secretive about them so he can drag more people into his business.

Valentino forces himself on Vox alot. He doesn't understand why Vox doesn't like him.

Valentino doesn't love Vox but he hates the idea of someone else "having" Vox. (Mostly Alastor.)

Valentino had a very toxic homelife. His father is a stereotypical macho man that raised Valentino to be a "man."

Despite being Hispanic, Valentino is pretty racist to almost everyone.

Valentino makes date rape drugs. Thata a small part of his profit margins.

Valentino doesn't exactly care for his girls well being as long as they do their job.

Valentino is trying to force Angel under him. He wants Angel to work for him so he can control him.

Valentino doesn't like Velvette or Vix but he puts up with them for more territory and power. (Also his unhealthy obsession with Vox.)

Valentino is extremely jealous and possessive in the worst way possible. He takes everything to the extreme all the time.

Valentino doesn't like to go to the overlord meetings. He sees them as a waste of time and not something he should be forced to do.

Valentino is in hell for exactly what your thinking.

Valentino doesn't believe in global warming.

Valentino doesn't go out of his way to hurt kids but he will if necessary.

Valentino forces un realistic beauty standards on his girls. Most are starved for this reason.

Valentino is pretty well built. Not like Angel but he has some muscle.

Valentino is about a foot or so taller than Angel.

Valentino is a heavy smoker.

Valentino has shattered Vox's electronical mask before. He saw parts of Vox's face but not all.

Valentino genuinely doesn't mind Velvette. He can get handy with her too. She shuts that shit down quick.

I dont wanna talk about Valentino anymore. I feel like I need to shower.

(Edit: I got a comment on this and I wanna clarify. When I said that despite being Valentino being Hispanic he's still pretty racist, I want implying that you can't be racist if your a Poc. You can be racist to litteraly anyone with a race. What I was trying to say is despite being racially discriminated against, Valentino still does it too others. I wanna clarify cause I now see how that comes off. That what I ment.)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel rewrite blog #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel valentino #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism

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spinningintheshadows · 2 months

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I know I said I hate asking for money on this damn hellsite but I am once again in need of assistance to get gas in my car because my gas light is on. I’m not going to beg for help, but anything would help. I’m going to use my frequent tags to help spread this.

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #rudy pankow #drew starkey #austin north #all time low #rafe cameron #i need assistance #financial assistance #financial help #cashapp #venmo #midwest #shut up vix

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pink-green-guts · 3 months

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Warm Embrace

Author's Note: I don't have much art, art block I swear, but I do have a story of my oc (Vix) and my friend, (@coffeestripes)'s ocs (Tai'ytu and Dan'dchei) Nothing Graphic and gory, just a cute ship

Word Count: 922

Story Below ⬇

Current temperature: -1° Celsius (31.2 Fahrenheit)

The screen displayed the current temperature inside the ship. The engine, lights, and heat were shut off which made the ship dark, cold, and stagnate. Even though this was risky because of the cold in space, Dan'dchei, the one controlling the ship, had to preserve power. He thought the ship could handle skipping a station, however their destination was farther than he expected. That of course is a heavy cost.

Dan'dchei decided to send his crew out on the drop ships to go to the nearest station to grab fuel, and so they wouldn't have to deal with the cold, while he kept the ship in check. Tai’ytu wasn’t willing to go and stayed with him, which he didn’t mind. They were both yautjas so the cold wasn’t that much of a problem for them than the other crew, although he kept heaters near him that he could use for now. The heaters could only produce so much heat in so much time before they busted, they were only meant for keeping smaller and fewer items warm. So keeping them on for this long, and at high of the heat they wanted, it wasn’t lasting long.

As Dan'dchei looked over the status of the ship one more time the heater he had busted. “Great.” Dan'dchei growled He stood up and shut off the heater before it could damage itself any more. It would be smarter to bundle up in the furs to trap heat than just sit out in the cold. Plus with Tai’ytu already in the furs so it would be warmer. He wrapped the fur blanket he had with him around his arms as he walked through the ship, the cold floor biting at his feet with every step.

Suddenly he remembered Vix was still on board. Vix has healed since the event, but not enough where he could walk on his own. Tai'ytu had left a heater in the medic room with Vix before going to his shared room with Dan'dchei to sleep, but Dan'dchei decided to go check on Vix anyways. Vix was cold-blooded and if the heater shut off then that could lead to problems for him.

Vix had expected it to have gotten warmer by the time Tai'ytu left him with the heater, despite that he was now bundled on the floor practically on top of the heater. Somehow it felt like the heater was giving out cold air instead of the heat he was promised. He cursed to himself for being more lizard than yautja. Vix was suddenly comforted with a warm hand on his shoulder, though it was quick to run away. Vix shivered when the cold rushed back onto him. Although he didn't want to move and let heat escape, he lifted his head to see Dan'dchei sitting next to him.

“Are you ok?” Dan'dchei asked, even at a quiet mumble he sounded as if he was talking normally.

“No, I think this heater is broken.”

Vix grumbled.

“Most of them are, we only have one working and it’s in me and Tai Tai’s room. If you’re comfortable moving there”

Vix groaned before shifting on his knees “Yes”

Dan'dchei helped Vix up to his feet and guided him to his room. Vix could only walk on one foot, which meant he had to lean on Dan'dchei to not fall over. He didn’t expect Dan'dchei to be so warm though, in fact Dan'dchei being so warm made him want to just lay on him rather than the heater. Vix’s cheeks slowly turned a tint pink after the thought, he rubbed his face with his only hand to focus again.

Tai’ytu was half asleep when Dan'dchei walked in with Vix. He had buried himself in at least five fur blankets.

“Did his heater break too?” Tai’ytu grumbled

“Yea, so he’s going to stay here to stay warm.”

“Good luck, the heater in here is busted as well..”

Dan'dchei thought for a moment.

“Are you ok with him snuggling with us? At Least till we can make the ship warm again..”

Tai’ytu nodded before shifting to the side of the nest that was their bed. Dan'dchei looked down at Vix for consent.

“Y-Yea, I’m fine with that.”

Vix's voice sounded shaky. He didn’t mean to sound flustered.

Dan'dchei carefully picked up Vix and dragged him into his nest with Tai’ytu. He was placed in between both of them and was immediately welcomed by Tai’ytu, who wrapped his arms around him. Dan'dchei then snuggled up to Vix and pressed his forehead into Tai’ytu’s with a purr.

Although Dan'dchei and Tai’ytu couldn’t see it, Vix was turning shades of pink. Physical affection wasn't new to him, he rather be affectionate that way than by words, but somehow this was too much for him. Vix felt Dan'dchei’s hands wrap around his waist, which made him start to quietly purr. Tai’ytu also joined in the touching by bringing him closer.

Vix wasn’t complaining at all, this was better than he thought.

Dan'dchei heard Vix’s purring, so he looked down to see him in a bright magenta scheme. He curled his mandible in a smile once he realized what it meant, even nudging Tai’ytu to look and see Vix. Tai’ytu’s purr grew louder as he saw Vix’s new colors. Vix heard the purring and turned his head to look at them, he basically forgot that he had shifted colors. Only realizing once Dan'dchei snuggled closer behind Vix that he realized his body betrayed him.

#yautja #yautja oc #artists on tumblr #gay #mutuals oc #Xyro's Art #oc lore #writing #predator franchise #omg they were roommates

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sleepy-vix · 7 months

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notifications are nice but getting too many just makes tumblr lose its niche and personal feel and it's getting annoying

#i love it when the same person likes me stuff bc yay new moot #but rn its just the same bsd posts blowing up #idk im like yay notif and then its just [random user] liked your post like shut up shut up #sleepy vix #sigh idk

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redrapscalian · 9 months

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Flu Season With the Batkids

Dick: The one who immediately clocks that it's flu season and makes a whole deal out of everyone washing their hands and avoiding sick people while out and about. This man has a small bottle of sanitizer on a keychain attached to his belt, and it has one of those rubber cases on it shaped like a bat. However, he's also the first person to get sick. He gets a really stubborn fever every time that's always the last thing to go, and he's very sluggish. He trudges around the manor with a Nightwing-patterned blanket that he custom-ordered for himself wrapped around him at all times, brooding.

He won't go on missions but he refuses to go to bed and rest, so everyone else just has to deal with his sulking.

Jason: Brushes off Dick's safety presentations with an eye roll and becomes less cautious just to spite him, and as expected, he is the next to catch the bug. He tries to hide it by holing up in his room, but everyone knows he's sick because he cannot hide his ground-shaking dad-sneezes. They echo.

Insists on going out on missions despite his illness, and everyone has a betting pool going on whether or not he'll pass out this time. Tim usually wins.

Tim: Does not give a fuck about flu season, treats it like any other time of year. Might get sick, might not, but if he does, oh boy. Has Alfred, Dick, and Jason doting on him (and Damien chucking tylenol bottles at him as he walks by) constantly. He lays face-down on the couch for the duration of his sickness with a movie marathon of something playing in the background. He looks asleep, but if someone tries to change the channel/shut the tv off, he will fight them (or try to). When he's sick his nose is so plugged that id souns like dis when ee alks. His brothers mock him relentlessly.

Goes out on missions as long as he thinks he can handle it. He's actually the most sensible of them all and the only one who looks after himself when he needs to the first time.

Damien: Also ignores any mother-henning and licks a doorknob in front of Dick just to spite him. Unlike his brothers, as a the child of the group he has the world's strongest immune system because school and other children are a cesspool. Rarely ever gets sick, but if he does his personality does a complete 180. It's one of the only times he actually acts like a kid, and he's a whiney little bastard who knows how to use a fever, a stomach ache, and puppy eyes to manipulate his older brothers into doing everything for him. Watching anything he wants, first dibs on snacks, and infinite favours. Alfred knows his games, but he still has a soft spot for him.

Follows Jason's lead and goes on missions despite any common sense. He's so stubborn and if someone tells him he can't go out he'll sneak out and go off alone, so they've just learned to babysit him from afar until he decides on his own he's had enough.

Alfred: It goes without saying that he goes into parenting mode. He's the only one who can drag someone into/out of their rooms, he brings breakfast in bed, and reminds them to take their medication. He knows that Dick fucking hates ginger tea and so finds interesting types of green tea instead. He knows that Jason likes those microwavable heating pads and owns a bear one, so he routinely comes by his room and heats it up for him. He brings Tim various types of spicy/mint candies to clear his sinuses with something other than Vix Vapo Rub, and lets Damien get away with having wayyy too much ice cream.

He's there for every single time one of them collapses in the field to look after them and lecture them for being foolish, and has stayed up late at night with them several times as children when they had a vomiting bug, changing out cold compresses and making sure they stay hydrated.

When Alfred gets sick, the troops rally and they all work to return the favour, asking him if he needs anything to the point of being accidentally bothersome. He knows they mean well.

#alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damien wayne #batfamily #batfam #self care? in this house? hah!

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queenie-blackthorn · 1 year

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this is far overdue, so heres an introduction post

• you can call me queenie, im keeping my real name anonymous • muslim (feel free to ask any questions, idm, theres no stupid questions only misinformation) • minor • my birthday is march 20th, astrology is full of shit because i am the epitome of a gemini but apparently im a pisces ??? no • she/her • poc • intp (i know way too much about mbti and not enough about other forms of typology, like socionics, enneagram, etc) • self-diagnosed autistic • my special interests include writing (either original work or fanfics) and psychology • hobbies include hyperfixating, reading, writing, listening to music, and ranting to my friends about books ive recently read

on this blog pretty much all i do is talk about my fandoms, which may include:

• riordanverse • shadowhunters • the folk of the air • the ascendance series • heartstopper • anne with an e

(its mostly the first two tho)

and then the slew of anime i watch, which ill link here

my asks are also open in case youd like to request headcanons or fanfics, but obviously i cant do it if i dont know the fandom, so please if its anything anime/manga related, i cant guarantee that ill know it, so try to include the name in the ask

i also have a side blog @queenie-says-free-palestine. dont think i need to clarify what the posts are abt

uquiz masterlist (uquizzes i made):

• assigning you an ascendance series kin • choose something about me and ill decide if i like you or not • i assign you a percy jackson kin except the questions are stupid

more to come

kinlist here

my tags:

#queenie doesnt shut up #eka asks

dni if you are:

• zionist • ableist • sexist (that counts as misogyny OR supporting #killallmen) • racist • religiophobic (including antisemitism) • xenophobic • proshipper • sexualise minors (real OR fictional. idc if you age them up)

masterlist of my writing

i do have an ao3 account, which i will link here, but i only have like two works up on there as of april 2023

i also have a wattpad account, but its just the same fics as my ao3 account

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Karma

Warnings: Language, Violence. Mentions and Descriptions of attempted SA. Minors DNI 18+

Vixen beat on the door of the bungalow she knew Rooster shared with Bob and Hangman. She shivered from the unusually cold summer rain. Her feet and calves were screaming, though she hadn't planned on running six blocks in these heels when she had chosen them earlier that evening.

Her fists pounded on the wood until the door finally opened to reaval Jake Seresin.

"Vix?" He questioned. "Jesus it's pouring get in here" he said pulling her inside.

She stood in the foyer shivering.

"Is Rooster here?" She chattered out.

"No he went to go pick up some food... should be back soon." Hangman told her as he looked over her.

"Vixen, what, what happened are you okay?" Jake asked, concerned.

"I... I.... no I'm not okay." Vixen admitted with a sob.

"I was out with Lt. Matthews at the Hard Deck. I wouldn't go home with him and he got angry, so angry, he... he t..t..tried to...but I fought back. And then I ran all the way here. I knew it would be safe. I was afraid he would try to come to my place." Vixen confessed still shaking.

Jake took a step back and took in his fellow pilot's appearance. She was soaked from the rain, her hair clung to her face. Her makeup was smeared. She had a black eye and a busted lip. Bruises were forming on her wrist, there was a red mark around her neck, and her dress was ripped. She looked so frail standing there.

"Okay, here's what we are going to do. We are going to get you some dry clothes and a hot shower... sound good?" Hangman asked her. Vixen nodded back weakly.

"Bob, can you grab some of Rooster's sweats for Vix please?" Hangman asked the WSO who had been silently taking everything in. Bob quickly rushed to the laundry room and reappeared with some sweatpants and a shirt for her.

"Great, now let's get you a hot shower and then you can wait in Bradshaw's room until he gets back." Jake said leading her to the bathroom.

Vixen shut the door behind her and stripped off her wet and ruined dress. She had kicked off her shoes by the door, they were trashed now.

She turned the water on and up higher than she probably should have, but she wanted to scrub every inch of her skin where Kyle Matthews had touched her.

She should have listened to Bradley when he told her Kyle was bad news, but he had charmed her into a few dates and she thought he was a good guy, boy was she wrong. His hate filled face flashed before her eyes. If she hadn't have gotten that right hook to his nose who knows what would have happened.

After she felt as clean as she could, she turned off the water and dryed off. She grabbed the clothes given to her and pulled them on. She could smell Rooster on them.

She came out of the bathroom into his bedroom. She probably shouldn't have, but she was so exhausted and upset she crawled into his bed and let out a sob.

Fifteen minutes later Rooster Bradshaw returned home.

"Bob, Jake, did one of yall invite a girl over while I was gone to get pizza?" Rooster asks noticing the pair of high heels by the door.

"No, they're, they're Vixen's shoes" Jake says with a somber tone.

"Why is Vix here? She's supposed to be out with Matthews." Rooster questions with an edge if distain in his voice."

"Bradley." Hangman begins with a serious tone. I need you to listen to me right now and not go off the deep end." Jake states. Rooster knows it is serious if Hangman is using his actual name.

"While you were gone, Vix...she showed up here looking for you, scared of her mind." Jake begins to explain.

Rooster's fist ball up as his jaw clenched.

"She said that Matthew's, tried to... he attacked her. She was soaking wet from the rain and her dress was ripped, she ran all the way here from the Hard Deck. Bob lent her some of your sweats to wear. Jesus man. She looked... she looks... its" Jake couldn't finish.

"She's in your room, she's terrified." Bob tells him. Rooster pushes past both of them and heads to his bedroom. He knocks before entering.

He sees her there laying in the middle of his bed curled up, shaking, crying. She looks so small and frightened. Nothing like the fearless pilot he knows.

"Vixen." He speaks softly coming to sit next to her. She sits up but doesn't meet his face. She has her hair pulled covering her face from his view.

He tilts her chin up and gently brushes the hair away from her delicate features. He takes them in.

Her busted lip, her black eye, the angry red marks around her neck, the bruises on her wrists.

It takes everything in his power not to fly off the handle.

He pauses and inhales sharply.

His eyes darken before he speaks:

"Who did this to you?"

The question was rhetorical. He knew who had done this. He knew where she was supposed to be tonight. He just needed to hear her say the name, that was all she had to do... just give him a reason.

Once she spoke it, he wouldn't hesitate to drive all over San Diego to find the motherfucker who had done this to his girl and rip his fucking heart out while it was still beating.

"K...k...Kyle Matthews. He... he did this because I wouldn't go home with him... he... he... he tried to." Vixen stammered out before another sob racked her body.

She collapsed against Rooster's chest. He held her tightly against him.

"Shhhh." He cooed to her "It's alright, you're safe now." He whispered against her hair.

She pulled back and looked at him. "I'm sorry." She spoke "Sorry for what?" He asked her confused.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you said he was bad news. I'm sorry I didn't take your advice. I'm sorry I only went out with him to make you jealous. I'm sorry for being here and ruining your plans and being so stupid." She cried out.

"Vix, baby girl look at me. You didn't do anything wrong. And I promise you, I'm going to find Matthews and make him pay for this." Rooster spoke his tone was dark and serious.

"You're going to stay here with Bob and Jake, and I'm going to take care of this." He assured her.

"No! Please don't leave me. Please... he isn't worth it." Vixen begged him and she clung to him.

"Okay... I'll stay right here with you. Rooster assured her. And he did. He held her all evening until she was finally asleep. When he was sure she wouldn't wake up, he slipped out of his room and went into the living room. He was happy that Jake, Bob, Coyote, and Phoenix all sitting there.

"I see you all got my message." Rooster began.

"Yeah we did... what's up Roos?" Coyote asked him.

"Someone hurt Vixen." He stated plainly. He didn't want to go into details, that statement was enough to anger everyone in the room. Vixen was their friend, their ray of sunshine, if someone messed with her, they messed with everyone.

"What I'm about to ask you to do is strictly off the books. After tonight we never talk about it because it never happened. We were all here hanging out together and drinking if anyone asks." Rooster starts.

"But we're going to go hurt someone and you can never ask me about it, but just know, they had it coming. If you aren't up for that you are free to leave." He tells them.

"We aren't going anywhere Rooster." Phoenix speaks for the group.

They all nod in agreement.

"Bob, can you and Phoenix stay here in case she wakes up or someone makes an unwelcome visit?" Rooster asks them. The pilot and her backseater immediately agree.

"Hangman, Coyote, you're with me." Rooster commands as he slips on a black hoodie.

"One question Bradshaw." Javy states before they leave... "Who's car are we taking?"

"We're taking my truck." Jake tells them. "No offense Rooster, but the Bronco isn't the best for an incognito mission. Not many of them on the road, but there are several black Silverados out there." He reasoned with them.

Rooster nodded in agreement as the trio went out into the night.

Jake hopped in the driver's seat, Rooster slid into the passenger's side and Coyote hopped in the back.

"Well gentlemen," Rooster spoke "Let's go get this fucker."

Hangman backed the truck out of the drive and headed to where he knew Matthews was staying. They would look there first. If he wasn't there, they knew a few of his other hangouts. Unfortunately when they turned onto his street his rental was dark his driveway was empty.

"Well this is a bust... where to next?" Jake asked.

"He's at the beach club on Sunset St." Coyote states showing them his phone. Kyle Matthews wasn't smart enough to have his social media set to private and Javy was easily able to pull up his Insta story and find him.

"Hot damn. Good job Detective Machado." Rooster joked as the truck rolled onto the street towards its next destination.

Jake steered his truck into the parking lot of the club. Rooster immediately spotted the mustang that Lt. Matthews drove. Hangman parked in the space next to it. The three men sat in the truck and wait for him to exit the venue.

"Roost, I know you said he hurt Vixen." Coyote spoke up breaking the silence in the truck. "Did he... you know?" Coyote asked afraid to speak the word.

"No, the son of a bitch tried though. Apparent she hit him with a right hook to the nose and ran for her life." Rooster informed him.

"Let's make him pay." Coyote said confidently.

"You don't put your hands on a woman. Every self respecting man knows that." Jake added, his Texas draw becoming more prominent. It always did when he was angry. The other men nodded in agreement. All three if them hailed from the south, and that sentiment was driven into them at a young age.

"Asshole incoming" Hangman said as they say Kyle make his way out of the club to his car. They all quietly exited the vehicle. Thankfully the douche had chosen to park in the darkest part of the lot, he wouldn't see them coming.

He fumbled with his keys as he walked towards his car.

"Lt. Matthews" Rooster called out from the shadow.

"Who's there?" The man spun around looking for a face to go with the voice.

"Your worst nightmare." Jake said as the trio stepped forward.

"Hangman, Coyote, Rooster? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked them once he saw who was there.

"We have business with you Matthews." Rooster spat out.

"What business?" He asks and edge of anger in his voice.

"We came to finish was Vixen started" Coyote almost growled at him.

"Really? You guys are here to defend that bitch? She almost broke my nose! Did she tell you that?" Matthews yells at them.

"Yeah she did. She also told us about how you treated her and what you tried to do to her." Rooster shoots back.

"The skank was asking for it I meam Jesus Christ who doesn't put out on the third date. Her call sign is VIXEN for crying outloud!" He shouts trying to somehow justify his actions.

"Well if you think call signs are what the person should act like maybe we should change yours to Coward considering that's what you are." Coyote states taking a step closer.

"You know you Yankee bastard, it might be okay to put your hands on a woman where you are from, but where we are from, that's about the lowest thing a man can do. We respect our women around here, and take care of those who don't." Hangman states, his voice low, and his southern twang thick.

"I don't have to stand here and listen to think. Fuck you assholes, dumb bitch got what she deserves, though I will have to say it was pretty hot hearing her beg for me to let her go, too bad I didn't get to--"

Lt. Matthews doesn't get to finish his sentence. He is cut off by Rooster's fist connecting with his jaw. The force of it sends him staggering backwards and to the ground.

"The fuck Bradshaw!" He curses out getting to his feet. He lunges for Bradley only for Jake to land a right hook to his torso, forcing the air out of his lungs.

Kyle doubles over which gives Javy the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to the ribs. He groans out in pain.

Rooster picks him up by his shirt collar and pins him against the side of his car. His fist meets the other man's face a few times. There is a nasty crunch followed by a pool of blood, Rooster knows he has broken Kyle's nose. He had stayed silent most of the time, but as Rooster raised his fist again he spoke

"You think that bitch is going to put out for you now? If she does let me know if you enjoy hearing her scream and beg as much as I did." He states before laughing.

Rooster's body flooded with anger. He drops his fist and wraps his hands around the other lieutenants throat, squeezing the air from his lungs. If Hangman and Coyote hadn't been there to stop him, Rooster would have surely killed him.

He let's up just a little before bringing his face close to Matthews's. "If you ever get near my girl again, I swear to God himself I will rip your heart out of your chest and have it for breakfast. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" Matthews stammered out.

"Yes what?" Rooster groans

"Yes sir." Matthews replies before Bradley finally releases his grip.

"And if anyone asks you what happened you tell them you tripped and fell down some stairs or off a curb, I would hate for us to have to meet again like this." Jake tells him as Kyle climbs into his car.

"Understood." He says before peeling out of the club.

The group gets back into Jake's truck and enjoy a silent ride home. They share a silent understanding that this night never happened. Once they get back to the bungalow, Rooster is shocked to find Vixen standing in the living room with her arms crossed and shooting daggers at them with her eyes.

"Hey Vix! Glad you are up." Rooster begins trying to act casual.

"Oh no you don't! Just where have you three been! Rooster you promised me you wouldn't go after him.

"Sweetheart, we just went out for a little drive and some air. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Rooster replies.

"So that isn't Kyle Matthews's blood on your knuckles then?" Vixen asks with a matter of fact tone.

The boys shrug. "Ugh I can't believe you. I told you not to do anything!"

"Vixen, honey, relax, we didn't anything." Rooster said stepping closer to her and pulling her in his arms.

"Karma did." He finished looking down at her.

"Karma huh?" Vixen shrugged looking at everyone.

Before she became a pilot she never had anyone in her corner, but now, standing in the living room at one of her lowest points she realized that the people infront of her weren't just her friends, they were her family.

"Well, since Karma did me a favor. How do you suppose I repay them?" Vixen asks.

"I could think of a thing or two." Rooster says before pulling her in for a kiss.

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