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stardusted-hearts · 2 years ago
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@familylightfox asked: cont from x
She couldn’t keep up with the taller hedgehog but that didn’t stop her from waiting patiently on the back porch for him to get back. Although it didn’t take long for the toddler to get sense that something was wrong and made quite the ruckus out back to get everyone insides attention. Light had been the first to move, coming to pick her up and listen to what she was saying while frantically pointing out into the woods.
A moment passed as he turned to the rest of those within the house, panicking as Gibbous jumped from his arms and ran off in the direction she had seen Sonic leave from. With a look of concern, the former soldier wasted no time in chasing after her. Once she had found him, the barking and howling started. Making sure that everyone around would know where they were before she pawed at his cheek and chest.
“Up! Wake Up! Up!” ---
To the fox currently in the home, the length of time Sonic had been gone wasn't too unusual. It was common for the blue hedgehog to get distracted and take longer than expected to get back. What had Tails concerned were the notifications he received on his communicator that alerted him to a spike in Sonic's heart rate that went well beyond his average beats per minute while running.
No sooner had he read it did he hear Gibbous barking, and followed Light outside. Tails couldn't understand what she was saying, but her frantic pointing made it obvious, and he was hot on her heels right alongside the former soldier, ears back and a knot in his chest.
It took a few good paw slaps to his cheek, but Sonic slowly started coming around- only to suddenly go wide eyed and scramble to back away while hissing. He stayed on all fours, arching his back and bristling his spines, pupils narrow and unseeing of what was truly in front of him.
"SONIC!" Tails called as they caught up to Gibbous. He'd seen the whole thing on their approach, and he knew exactly what this was. Peridot eyes locked on the fox when he shouted, and Tails smiled at him- ignoring how out of breath he was.
"Easy, Sonic... It's us. Tails, Light, Gibbous..."
"..." The blue hedgehog was shaking, breathing fast. Clearly it wasn't getting through.
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stardusted-hearts · 1 year ago
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Tails wasn't expecting to be shooed away from the sink like that, and snickered as he dodged the soapy fingers. At least Greta was willing to let him help in some way, and he nodded. "Yeah, he wouldn't like that much," another chuckle as he moved to help. Large yellow ears twitching at the sound of the teens rustling around to make their nest.
Once that was done he joined everyone in the living room, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. Tails sat next to Sonic and Volt, opposite the side Shadow was on, and got on his laptop again. Doing what? Only he knew, but he stayed up late into the night. Meanwhile, his remaining drones kept watch outside the Inn.
Over the next few days Star rarely, if ever, left Volt's side. He stayed with him, being there for him, and bringing him down from the nightmares. The blue hedgehog was also... extremely protective. More than he ever had been. Almost every random sound that he didn't immediately know the source of was met with a snarl and raised quills, which a few times may have led to someone he cared about getting growled at.
Apologies flowed from his mouth every time. The last thing he wanted was to keep their friends and family away. Especially Harmony. It was just a knee-jerk reaction spurred by high anxiety, frayed nerves, and fresh trauma. He wouldn't let himself think about it. What he did. The fear it planted in him. Sonic kept it shoved far, far back in his mind. He was far more worried about Volt, and taking care of him was his top priority.
While the hybrid clung to any part of Star he could, the blue hedgehog would often be doing much the same. If they were sitting or laying down, his arms were pretty much always around his partner. Otherwise he'd be squeezing a hand, or have an arm hooked around the other's. Unless he was busy preparing food, or helping Volt with a daily task, in which case he was happy to feel a hand clinging to his hoodie.
The constant closeness was one of the only things that comforted Sonic right now. However, the warm light from the oil lanterns was soothing. Peridot eyes were taking in the way it played off Volt's brown and red fur, while hands worked gentle but firm circles into his partner's back.
"How ya feelin', love?" Star asked softly, hoping this massage was helping at least a little with Volt's soreness.
Whatever the two adults didn’t eat, Harmony finished off. If on,y to make sure that the bowls were easier to clean. She smiled at Tails when he came to join them in the spacious kitchen and handed the bowls to her grandfather as he held out his hand, dodging the other that went to ruffle her bangs with a giggle. The older goat took every bowl and placed them into the sink before shooing anyone away with soapy fingers.
“Unless you vant to be vashed vith the dishes, leave them for mein husband.” Greta warned, chuckling softly as said husband nodded rather proudly. “You may help me vith labeling leftovers. I do not vant Star to accidentally get meat stew.”
She always thought of others in everything that she did, was always two steps ahead. “[Little Fluff, I just did a load of blankets. Get the extra pillows from the closet and make your nest.]” Always two steps ahead. Harmony looked over and nodded, running off with some of her teammates in tow to grab the majority of pillows and blankets from the linen closet to surround the couch. After she picked up and carefully moved the coffee table out of the way. If the adults were going to be taking up the couch, the teens would take up the floor.
No one was going to get close to any of them without having to step over a teenager to do it. And the Gods help whoever might have been stupid enough to try…
Volt could only really watch through half lidded eyes, nuzzling the tan shoulder he was resting against at the kiss to his neck. Everything ached and protested movements so he stayed relatively still, save for his lone hand reaching to take one of his partner’s. The blanket added one more sense of security and a mumbled thanks was all he had managed before he gave in to the exhaustion.
The next few days would be hard.
Despite his rapid healing ability, Volt was still having to adjust. The nightmares were constant and far too often he had blown a nearby lightbulb in the process to the point that Greta had Edgar take the lamps out of the room they were in and instead used the old fashion oil lanterns. Not as much light, but added a warmth to the room that Volt found some solace in. He never strayed too far from his partner and usually had a hold of something of Star’s when moving around.
Be it a hand, or the sleeve of a hoodie.
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kari-go · 5 months ago
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Paris' menaces, they are getting along so well <3
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dimorphodon-x · 2 years ago
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I updated my gal Starshine because I wasn’t very happy with her previous design
Sweet! She’s looking good! :>
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therantingsage · 2 years ago
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Some various Starshines. She belongs to a shapeshifter species called Shiftos, so she can become any creature she has knowledge of. Shiftos always maintain their white and grey color palate, as well as their eye color and facial pattern. The facial patterning is unique to the individual. The eye colors tend to be less unique, but all Shiftos have heterochromia.
Compared to the species they mimic, it’s easy to pick them out of a crowd based on these features. But Shifto society has no need for cuckoo behavior so that doesn’t matter. 
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stardusted-hearts · 1 year ago
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Shadow hardly noticed Rya staring at him, or he didn't care. Though he did glance at her and nod to show he agreed with Tails in thanking her for keeping an eye on Sonic. While she and the fox talked, Shadow focused on the slow and gentle process of getting Sonic repositioned so that he could be picked up.
That near-scolding tone was met with a nervous laugh from Tails, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck. "W-well-"
"Trust us, we're trying," Shadow's snapped, though his scolding gaze was aimed toward the blue hedgehog.
"Aww, don't look at me like that, I didn't DO anythin' this time!" Sonic whined, all while leaning into Shadow and giving him big puppy-dog eyes. Laying it on a little thick to try and garner sympathy instead of frustration from the dark hedgehog.
"Sonic can't stay cooped up all the time. That's why he has his communicator," Tails added, showing off the one he was wearing to Rya, "He can call for us whenever he needs to. It also monitors his vitals and alerts me if something's wrong."
And Tails could track the blue hedgehog with it as well, but he wasn't about to mention that to a complete stranger.
"I'm not helpless..." said blue hedgehog pouted.
"You are right now." Shadow was blunt, and while he may have been right, that didn't make Sonic look any less mad about it.
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One day she was sure that the name she and her sisters held would become forgotten, obsolete in the changing world. Already she noticed signs and the hedgehog's inquisitiveness was just one she had seen before. She couldn't say how she felt about that. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe she ought to be mad about it. She wasn't sure, and that was a rare thing.
Then again, she was sitting there talking to...well, a talking hedgehog. A Mobian, whatever that was. Things were changing, and even she couldn't stop it.
Before she could respond however, the sparks and appearance of the portal had struck her to a wary silence, her body suddenly tense. Posed to attack if that was what the new arrivals were after. To defend herself mostly, and the hedgehog second if need be.
Defend him from...a second hedgehog? And a fox? With two tails? Perhaps things weren't as changing as she originally thought. There were still oddities out there, and it seems they came in all forms.
Her eyes, too, would linger on the darker hedgehog, far less skeptical and more curious as she watched them go to Sonic. Her eyes lingered there before shifted to the fox, again giving them a good long stare before she smiled. At least her's was genuine, if not a tad too big.
"It was nothing," she said casually, arms and tentacles moving as one as she shrugged. When they lowered however there was a certain look in her eye. Almost scolding. "You are friends of his, yes? You ought to keep a better eye on him. There's no telling what could have happened if I wasn't here to find him first."
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thebestofoneshots · 10 months ago
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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 9.6 K Warnings: None Prompt: Vixen definitely loves cuddles, so much so, she might be late to an important event. 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 lovely: @aremuslupinsimp
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Chapter 34: You Belong to Me
You opened your eyes sharply, as you tried to figure out where the hell you were. The smell surrounding you doing a brilliant job at grounding you, that was a dream, this was reality. However, being nuzzled in between Sirius and Remus did feel like a dream. 
That must have been the third time you had that creepy excuse of a dream. You could barely see anything but you could feel the angst, you could hear sobs and cries and you were in a place you had never been, a big house, or some kind of manor perhaps. You had no idea what the hell it was about but it gave you the irk, so waking up beside your two favourite people on earth had been oddly comforting. 
That being said, Remus and Sirius were squeezing you in between the two of them, a little too tight for your still-healing arm to handle. You tried to wriggle your way out of the two, only to realise Sirius had his hand on top of you, holding you like he would hold a plushie dragon. That’s how you realised you were still Vixen, and wriggled your way out however you could. Carefully crossing over Remus’ chest until you were on the other side of the bed, looking at the boys curiously as you realised Sirius wasn’t Padfoot anymore. He was himself, and not only that, but he was cuddling Remus. 
You couldn’t help but laugh, you weren’t sure if you had ever laughed as a fox before, you didn’t even know foxes could laugh, and yet you were there, softly giggling at your boyfriend cuddling your best friend. You leapt down from the bed and started looking under it. Remus was awfully tidy, with all his stuff neatly tucked into boxes, you knew he had a camera somewhere, a Polaroid you had seen him carry around every now and then, so you sniffed around a couple of the boxes until you felt the peculiar smell of chemicals that polaroid pictures always had. 
At that moment, you turned back, muffling an “ouch” with your hand over your mouth when your head bumped into the top part of the bed. You winced and turned your head to the side as you held your breath. After a full minute where there didn’t seem to be any stirring on the bed at the top, you sighed and crawled back from under it. Letting yourself lay on the floor, head looking up for a minute before you stood again. Your heart, warming as you stared at the two boys cuddled up against each other. 
You brought the camera up to your face, and found the shot button, briefly remembering the day Remus had taught you how to use it. You smiled at the memory and positioned the camera and pressed the button. A flash came from its side, and there was a rather loud clicking sound before the camera’s photo started to come out the side. You cursed yourself for not using a silencing spell and looked to the sides hoping you hadn’t woken anyone up. Only then realising how late it must have been since Peter and James were already soundly sleeping on their beds. 
You were watching the clock when you heard the bedsheets ruffle right beside you. “What the hell are you doing, Starshine?” 
You turned back to your boys only to find Sirius looking up at you with sleepy eyes. He was unfairly pretty, which was distracting enough for him to lay his hand on the other side of Remus and prompt himself to snatch the picture of your hand. 
Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly left the camera on the side and went to the bed, trying to snatch the picture back “Sirius, give me that!” You whisper shouted. 
“No-uh, I wanna see what you picture you were taking,” he said as he moved to the side of the bed he had been in. The bed wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly big either, Remus’ broad shoulder occupied a good bit of it and while you managed to lean your knees near it to try and get to Sirius, you were also trying to be careful enough not to wake up the other boy. 
“Sirius, please.” 
Sirius arched an eyebrow at you, the picture hadn’t fully developed either. “Something tells me you were taking a picture against my consent.” 
“You have taken pictures of me against my consent, you hypocrite!” 
Sirius shrugged, “But you’ve never complained about it.” 
You narrowed your eyes at him, looking at Remus one last time before placing your hand next to his shoulder and kneeling towards Sirius. “It’s my photo!” you said as you tried to snatch it away again, but Sirius only had to move his hand to the side and it was out of reach. “Sirius.” 
“I’ll see it and then give it back,” he said. You threw him a look. “I promise.” 
You sighed, he turned the photo around and stared. You looked at him, instead of the picture, hoping he wouldn’t get mad. Although knowing Sirius, he was more likely to make a dirty joke about it. 
But a few minutes passed and he didn’t say a word “Sirius?” you asked carefully “Are you mad?”  
No, Sirius Black wasn’t mad, he was in panic. The first thing he noticed when he saw the picture, had obviously been Remus, how peaceful he looked, how handsome he looked. Which made him rethink his wording. Since when do I think of Remus as handsome? he wondered. Regardless there was no other way to define him. There was something about his closed eyes, his strong and yet delicate features, his light brown lashes brushing over his cheeks, his slightly parted– his fucking mouth. Sirius was thinking of Remus’ mouth again. 
Which would have been fine if he hadn’t been thinking of the boy’s mouth in the same way he often thought of yours. Yes, Remus was handsome as fuck while he was asleep, but it was when Sirius noticed the other subject of the photo, that the panic increased. It was himself, but he was all tangled over Remus, his head laying on the boy’s broad shoulder, his arm draped across his torso, he was pretty much cuddling his friend.
And the worst part was, he was comfortable, he looked comfortable, he felt comfortable, and… comforted. He had no idea how it looked when he cuddled you but he assumed it was in a similar manner, or rather, that’s how you looked when you cuddled against him. Sirius looked as drawn to Remus Lupin as he looked drawn to you. I’m fucked. 
“Sirius?” 
He turned to you, “The picture is frozen.” 
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “It’s a muggle camera, I was planning to charm it later.” 
“Is that what Remus does with all the photos he takes of us?” 
You nodded, “He taught me how to do it too.” 
“I look handsome.” 
You stifled a laugh, “You always do.” 
He turned to you, an amused smirk on his face as he placed the picture in his pocket “Oh, do I?” 
You ignored his flirty question. “You promised you’d give it back.” 
“Changed my mind,” he said. “We look way too handsome,” he added. “Who knows what sorts of dirty thoughts it might spark from you.” Perhaps similar to my own. 
You rolled your eyes, about to complain again when you felt movement, movement neither of you had caused. The two of you looked at each other with eyes wide before turning to look at Remus, he stirred, closing his mouth and turning his head a little to the side before wrapping one of his arms around your leg. You turned to Sirius, who looked diverted at the sight. 
“My picture,” you insisted, once Remus seemed to be back in deep sleep, his strong grip was oddly comforting. 
“It’s mine now,” he said simply, he wanted to keep the photo, he wasn’t even sure why, “Let’s go back to sleep.” 
You frowned, and moved your leg, realising you wouldn’t be able to lay on the bed and then remembering you were supposed to be there as Vixen, and that the whole reason you were sharing a bed with Remus was because of the scent thing. Fuck, had that been awfully easy to forget. “You’re supposed to be a dog.” 
“And you’re supposed to be a fox.” 
“You turned back first. I realised when I woke up.” 
Sirius frowned, “Yeah, why did you wake up? You said you weren’t having nightmares about…” he gestured at Remus, “anymore.” 
You sighed, “They’re not about him,” you said, “and you were squeezing my shoulder.” 
His gaze instantly fixated on your shoulder “Fuck, I’m sorry.” 
You shrugged. “It’s more itchy than painful at this point,” you admitted.
“And the nightmares?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” you said before turning back into a fox. Sirius looked at you with a bit of a frown. You were accommodating yourself in the spot between Remus’ arm and his torso, rolling over yourself as you averted Sirius’ piercing gaze. 
“Stubborn little fox,” he said looking at you and turned back into Padfoot, using his snout to pull you by biting onto your skin softly and placing you on Remus’ chest. You looked like you were about to protest but Padfoot huffed as if to remind you that the whole reason you were there had been to rub Remus’ scent on you. 
You gave him a look but decided to get comfy, Remus’ chest was warmer than the bed anyway. And Vixen liked being around Padfoot a little too much as well. When Pads noticed how comfortable you looked, he nudged you on the side playfully, you turned to look at him before he nudged you again. Sirius wanted to make sure you were all right, he loved you, but sometimes you were too closed off, too self-sacrificing for him to be able to comfort you. How could he hug you and tell you that everything would be alright if you insisted on hiding the things that worried you from him? Of course, he was no better. 
When Padfoot nudged you yet again, you figured he was being overly playful, but you weren’t all that eager to go back to sleep so you decided to indulge him. You waited, and when he tried to do it again, you went straight to softly bite the side of his face. He was taken aback by that, and nudged you again, a lot stronger this time around having you roll off of Remus’ chest and onto the side of the bed. Padfoot went straight for Vixen’s stomach, and you kept trying to push him off with your smaller paws. You even bit his ear, a little too harsh and he whined. You pulled back surprised as the large dog stared at you reproachfully. You were about to turn back to check if he was alright when you felt a strong hand tighten around you while a different hand pulled Padfoot back from you by the skin of the nape of his neck. 
“Either the two of you behave, or you’ll be sleeping on the floor,” Remus said sternly, eyes still closed. Padfoot whined again but Remus pulled on him a little harder and he shut up. You lifted your head to see Pads reclining his head against Remus’ shoulder, as he had done earlier, when he was a human rather than a dog. His snout was pretty much buried against the back of the boy’s ear, breathing in the smell of Rem, intoxicating as it was.
Remus, still half asleep, and not quite minding having Padfoot’s dangerously large fangs so close to his face turned his head to you “You staying there darling?” he asked softly. Padfoot made a sound that resembled a scoff obviously complaining about how much softer Remus had been with you. 
You, still rather unsure, peered your head from the spot you were lying on, Padfoot moved his head to pat Remus’ chest, and you instantly understood what he meant. You carefully moved over, your small paws settling over his strong torso before eventually dropping back down on his chest. You felt Padfoot’s snout veer closer towards you, nudging you softly before going back to his spot almost next to Remus’ head. 
Remus placed his hand over you again, petting and scratching you softly. His strong and yet soft hand, along with the way his chest would move up and down softly, had you fall back asleep a lot faster than you expected you would. At least a lot faster than it would normally take you to sleep after waking up from a nightmare. 
Sunday, December 5th, 1976
You woke up to a hand shaking you softly. You opened your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light only to spot James looking at you as if he wanted to wake you up but at the same time was too scared to get accidentally bitten again. He placed his hand on his mouth and pointed your way. 
You turned to look only to realise both Remus and Pads were still asleep, when you looked back at James, he was moving his head to the side as if telling you to come with. You turned one last time, you had been awfully comfortable, but James’ face looked like whatever the hell he wanted was urgent. So you stood and carefully walked off of Remus’ chest. 
James gave you a look and extended his hands. You narrowed your eyes at him and then nodded and he took you in his hands, grabbing onto you and dropping you on Sirius’ bed, which was far away enough from the sleeping boys not to wake them. Besides, James was pretty sure that Remus’ silencing spell would do the rest of the job. 
You turned back, shortly after, blinking as your human eyes got used to the light. James was kneeling close to the bed and looking up at you. “How was your night?” He asked with a teasing smile. “See you’ve stolen not one but two marauders so far. Is Peter next?”
You must have made a funny-looking face as you involuntarily scrunched your nose since James started laughing. “Didn’t Pete tell you? it’s about the scent of the pack,” you explained as you attempted to straighten your scrunched-up uniform, “What time is it?” 
“Eleven,” he responded. “The scent of the pack?” 
You huffed, being slightly bothered that you’d have to explain it again, but did anyway. 
“And you left me out?” James looked at you with his mouth agape, as if he was genuinely offended. 
“James, you’re huge!” 
“That’s what she said,” he intervened, not even thinking about it and you almost punched him. 
“Prongs wouldn’t have fit on the bed. If you wanna cuddle them both you’re more than welcome but I don’t wanna get poked by an antler.”
“I wouldn’t poke you!” he defended. 
You just rolled your eyes. “Next time we make a cuddle session I’ll tell you about it, how does that sound?” James didn’t quite seem satisfied about it, especially since you had used an awfully condescending tone but nodded in the end.  “Why am I awake?” 
“Oh right! Nox was looking for you at breakfast. He asked me if you’d be playing.” 
You gasped, “What time did you say it was?” 
“Eleven, the game probably just–” 
James’ voice trailed off as you grabbed your shoes and started walking outside “Thanks for the heads up, Prongs!!” 
When the door shut behind you, James nodded. “I was gonna come with, but whatever,” he said as he stared at the door. He then grabbed his broom and opened the door. When you walked down the stairs, exactly 6 minutes later with a long sleeve blouse, your quidditch pants and some protective gear, James was already waiting for you by the portrait. 
“Prongs, fancy seeing you again.”
“I was gonna tell you I was coming when you shut the door on my face.” 
“I’m fucking late mate.” 
“Yeah, I’m aware… You’re not wearing a sweater.” 
“No time.” 
“It’s cold,” He pointed out. 
“I’ll cope. James, are you coming or what?” You asked as you finished sliding your boot on. “Accio Dark Nimbus!” 
Your broom flew from your dorm and towards your hand.
“She’s back?” James asked as he saw you walk out with her in your hand. 
“Yeah, got it in the mail 2 days ago. It was already in my room when I woke up.” 
“And have you tested it?” He asked, both of you stepping out of the tunnel and towards the hall. 
“I’m about to,” you said with a smile as you started running towards the closest window. 
James looked at you with a mortified expression, “I cannot express how stupid that is! And I’m the king of doing stupid and unsafe things.” 
“We don’t have a game in like… months, chill,” you said as you mounted the broom.
“Yeah but we’re still like 10 floors up in the–” You had already taken off. “Fucking hell, Vixen, if you die, I’ll fucking kill you!” You turned to James with a smile and winked his way before flying away towards the training grounds. James huffed as he saw you go. “How the hell did she wake up with so much energy?” 
To be fair, you didn’t know how exactly you had done it either. Not that you were scared of the broom, Nimbus had sent you pretty much an entirely new broom, or at least an entirely new handle. And they mentioned it had been tested with the same rigorousness  as any new broom. They had charged a good deal for the repairs too. 
But that definitely had nothing to do with how energetic you felt, could have been because of how well you had rested that night, being surrounded by such a warm and comfortable environment. You wondered if it would be too weird to sleep over with Remus and Padfoot more often. It probably is, you thought as you descended on the field as fast as possible. 
Your cheeks were pink from the cold, as you looked at Nox with a worried expression on your face. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I’ve got no excuse, I’m a terrible person.” 
The last thing you wanted was for people to think you were some kind of diva that arrived whenever the hell she wanted to previously stated reunions. Of course, Nox and Neil knew you weren’t like that, since you had always been on time to the reading club reunions but you weren’t sure for the rest. 
“Don’t worry, we’re still waiting for Minho,” Nox said with a shrug.
“Minho? I thought Alex was playing.” 
“I am,” said Alex from behind, you almost jumped but smiled when you spotted him, giving him a quick hug, “So I wasn’t that late in the end,” you said as you breathed out. 
“Minho will be the referee,” Neil said as he approached and greeted you. “Lemme introduce you to the rest of the team,” you nodded as you waved Alex a quick goodbye as he walked towards his own team. 
“All right, guys, she made it,” Nox said with a smile. 
“This is Solacis,” Neil said as he pointed at a blonde boy who had a Slytherin quidditch sweater on “He’ll be a beater.” 
You extended your hand, noticing the way the sweater fitted him a little tightly, he must have borrowed it from someone. Regulus, you realised when you got a whiff of something that smelled just slightly similar to Sirius, “You were brilliant on last week’s game,” you complimented. 
Solacis, who wasn’t at all expecting a compliment, and who’d heard a lot from you from both Nox and lately Regulus, blushed. You almost raised an eyebrow at that, shy Slytherins weren’t something you saw very often. “Thanks,” he muttered, and you gave him a short nod. 
“You know Comet,” Nox said, “she’ll play beater too.” 
“Annie Doxon, she’s playing Chaser,” he said as she pointed at a small red-head that looked an awful lot like Beth. 
“I’ve heard lots of you from Peter, though he never mentioned you played quidditch,” you said as you greeted the small Ravenclaw. 
“I don’t do it much, Nox convinced me because I’m really fast at flying.” 
“And this is Fawn,” Nox said pointing at a brown-haired girl, “she’ll be our seeker.” 
The girl stepped forward and greeted your hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile “I’ve been watching your games rather closely, you looked slightly strained last game, are you alright?” You raised your eyebrows at that, not being sure what to respond as you continued to shake her hand. 
“She sometimes speaks too much,” Neil said as he placed his hand on her shoulders and gave her a look, “She’s my cousin.” 
“Well there’s no–” 
“Does your arm hurt by any chance?” She asked you again. “I’ve looked through some quidditch-related injuries and it could have to do with one of your backflips. I’ve seen you practise them with Potter and Black, maybe you were overexter–” 
“Fawn!” Neil reprimanded, looking at her in a rather stern manner that had you laugh. 
“It’s okay Neil, I don’t mind.” You turned back to her. “You’re very observant,” you said, “but the strain in my arm is due to something entirely different, I got myself into a bit of mischief and had to pay for it.” 
She looked at you as if she was both surprised and amazed that she’d gotten that right, ready to say “I told you so” to her cousin when Nox turned to you a little concerned. “What do you mean the strain in your arm? Are you still hurt?” 
You shrugged “It’s nothing,” you responded, “It’s a lot better now, anyway.” 
“Should have told us,” Neil said with a shrug.
“Is that way Sirius didn’t want you to play beater?” Nox intervened.  
“Yeah, but he was exaggerating.” 
Neil raised an eyebrow, he knew Sirius was dramatic, the entire school did, but Nox had told him how he had stared at him when he asked you to play, he thought it might have been because he was jealous, which he thought was ridiculous. Not to say Nox wasn’t attractive but compared to Sirius Black? Please. Barely 3% of the school would be an actual match against the Black’s handsome genes. In the end, it turned out Sirius wasn’t jealous, at least not of Nox, he was just being protective. 
And to be fair, Neil didn’t blame him, you were one to leap towards danger rather than away from it, he had noticed the more you hung out with them in the reading club. That and well, just as you were lucky to have Sirius, the boy was lucky to have scored a girl like you. 
“Are you sure?” Nox asked, feeling a little guilty now, fearing he might have pressured you. 
“Positive,” you replied with an air of finality. “You’d make a good quidditch commentator,” you said to Fawn who beamed at the compliment as if that was exactly what she wanted to do.
“Ugh, please, she’ll be talking about this the entire week,” Neil said as he placed his fingers to his temples. 
“You’re just jealous,” Fawn replied with a shrug, “Now, let me tell you who we’re going up against,” she said as she placed her arm over your shoulder, careful not to touch the shoulder she had mentioned to be strained. “That over there is Johnny Ackley, you might have heard of him?” 
“The entrepreneur?” You asked, remembering his illegal brewery and the pins with your face on it. 
She laughed at that. “Precisely, he’ll be the other team’s chaser.” She now pointed at a tall boy with bright blue hair “That’s Archer Reed, he’s a Metamorphmagus, so is his sister, Laurie,” she pointed at a smaller girl with pink hair. “She’s young, but Archer has been playing quidditch with her since he got a broom in his hands, they’re both brilliant.” 
“Why aren’t they on their teams?” 
“Laurie wants to wait until she’s in 4th to apply, Archer does not give three fucks about being on the team, he just likes playing. And he also wants to be an Auror, like really bad, so he’s pretty focused on his studies. Like your best friend Remus.” 
You turned to her surprised, it’s not that your friendship with Remus was a secret, you might as well be glued by the hip, but being told about it by someone you just met was rather shocking. As you looked at Laurie, you noticed her short pink hair turn into a mass of black straight hair that she tied with a ponytail at her back, making her look fierce. Her brother on the other hand, looked bright and cheerful with his blue hair and eyes that seemed to glimmer and change as he talked to Alex. 
“That’s incredible!” you said amazed. 
“Oh yes, Laurie is incredible,” Fawn agreed.  “She’s in my transfiguration class, we’re good friends.”
“Isn’t she younger?” 
“Yeah, she’s on 3rd, but since she has, you know, a special talent, she takes that class with us.” You gave her an impressed look and then she pointed at another girl, she had short light blonde hair “Harriet Fennel,” She said “She’s all right, I’ve seen her play a couple of times, she’ll be a beater today, we don’t have to worry too much about her.” You nodded at her explanation, almost feeling a bit bad for Harriet who clearly wouldn’t “make the cut” on Fawn’s team. 
“And their last chaser?” 
Fawn smiled and pointed at a girl sitting on a nearby bench, she had beautiful black and blonde braids cascading down her back, you were sure you had seen her before, probably in the Great Hall, or perhaps at a quidditch game. “That’s Dorcas Meadows,” she said, “She’s brilliant and fierce, she was asked to play with the Holyhead Harpies last year but she declined since she has her eyes on another team.” 
You looked at her clothes, spotting a small pin on her shirt, “the Tutshill Tornados,” you said. 
Fawn nodded, seemingly impressed at your deduction skills, “Yes, she is someone we should worry about.” 
You nodded, “Why isn’t she in the Slytherin team?” 
“Left them last year after she had a huge fight with Dmitry,” the girl replied with a shrug. “She didn’t agree with how permissive he was with the rest of the team and their fouls.” 
“Most of them are really good players,” you said as you stared at the kids you’d be playing against. “I thought it was just a friendly game.” 
Fawn laughed, “We wouldn’t have recruited you if it was just a friendly game, and we too have brilliant players. You’ve seen Solacis play, yeah?” You nodded “He always plays with Nox, just for fun. Comet has a great arm and Neil could easily make the team if he wanted to.”
“He doesn’t?” You asked. 
“No he does not,” Neil said as he walked next to the two of you, “I’ve got enough on my plate as is, I don’t feel eager to wake up at 5 am just to practise flying like other people do,” he said as he pointed at you.
“It’s about relaxing!” You responded with a huff, Neil and Nox had been teasing you about it for a while. Neil just laughed and nodded, rather condescendingly. He’d have a field day with Lily, who also teased you over your morning flights. Even saying it was just an excuse to spend more time with Sirius. Which wasn’t, that had just been an added bonus. 
“Vixen, you’re fucking insane!” James said as he finally managed to catch up with you. “Why the hell did you–” James finally noticed you weren’t actually alone, “Oh, hey guys!” he said with a charming smile when he spotted them. 
You raised an eyebrow at his extra quick change of demeanour, “I see how it is, Prongs,” you said with a huff. 
“Well I’m sorry, but last time I checked your friends here didn’t jump off the fucking Gryffindor tower with an untested broom.” 
“It was tested at the factory!” You said. Fawn, who had a small obsession with James, was absolutely fascinated with the interaction. She knew you were friends, but seeing the two of you bickering so naturally, made James seem slightly more approachable and less like the superstar she perceived him as.  James was about to say something else when you decided to use his natural friendliness against him. “James, this is Neil Perry, Neil this is James, I’ve been meaning for you two to meet each other.” 
James and Neil smiled and shook hands, their expressions mirroring each other almost perfectly, you thought it was incredible how two people who didn’t even know each other could be so alike, and yet so different at the same time. Neil was always reading something, James didn’t even know what Lord of the Rings was until you told him about it. 
You then introduced James to Nox and to Fawn, who laughed rather nervously as they shook hands, you realised she probably had a crush on him and almost felt bad for the poor girl. There was no way in hell James would ever change his mind about Lily, Fawn knew, and even then, it just made her admiration for the boy grow. 
Nox, Neil, James, and Fawn were having a fascinating discussion about their favourite Quidditch Teams when a familiar face showed up. You smiled, waving at him from a distance. Minho had his Quidditch sweater on, sporting his house colours proudly as he speed walked towards everyone. 
“‘M sorry I’m late,” he said, he had a bit of a dishevelled stance, and you frowned, “I was helping a friend study and we got carried away.” 
Minho was flushed, he had clearly just plopped that sweater on, and perhaps it wasn’t because he wanted to wear his house colours proudly but rather, because he wanted to hide his crumpled-up shirt underneath.
You walked close to him with a knowing smirk, “What friend did you say you were with again?” 
“Tom,” he said slightly dismissively, not quite realising he hadn’t mentioned Tom originally.
“Oh I bet you got really distracted then,” you smiled, Minho half scowled at you, “I mean it, I’ve studied with Tom, he can be a laugh sometimes.” 
James was nodding in agreement as Minho looked at you in disbelief. No one seemed to understand your teasing, which you expected, that didn’t stop Minho from shoving you off slightly while you laughed.
“That’s all of us, isn’t it?” Dorcas asked, approaching your small group. “Are you guys ready?”
She was at least a head taller than you, and her skin glistened with the sun, you thought that, if Nike the Goddess of Victory looked like anything or anyone, it would be like Dorcas. 
You looked at Neil and nodded, the rest of the team started to gather around. “Captains, shake hands,” Minho said, in a very serious tone, both Neil and Dorcas stepped forward and did as told. They were both smiling. 
There was none of the tension that you could almost cut during the quidditch games, no house pressure and all that stuff and yet, both of them smirked at each other as if they knew they had arranged an incredible team. It made you almost happier  to be playing with them. It’s not that the competitiveness was gone, you knew Neil, he was always rushing against Nox to finish a book first. You tried joining in once but you were no match, they were both incredibly fast readers. 
And Dorcas, well… there was something in the predatory way she looked at the teams as if she was aching to play against yours and claim victory for herself. You instantly liked her. 
“Good, on your brooms,” Minho roared, you hovered right above the ground, forming a triangle with Annie and Nox. Neil had already flown all the way to the hoops, Solacis and Comet were just above you, bats held tight in their hands, mirroring the formation of the other teams. 
You were thankful James had forced you and Sirius to practise for all positions on morning flights, or you would have been a bad choice to play chaser against Dorcas, Alex and Johnny. 
“James, mate, would you mind some help?” Minho asked as he leaned onto the boy who was just standing there looking rather excited about the game. Everyone knew he loved Quidditch, but James might have been more excited than even you at that point, he had a huge smile on his face and seemed to almost be holding a breath. 
“Of course,” He said as he leaned over the chest with all the balls, and used his wand to open it. James looked at Minho as if expecting for a sign, the boy looked at everyone, making sure they were all on their spots before he nodded. James unfastened the bludgers and they went up in the sky. He took the snitch and allowed its small wings to unfold in between his fingers, smirking towards it as if greeting an old friend. 
While still holding the snitch in between his thumb and index, he grabbed the Quaffle with his free hand and threw it Minho’s way, since the start of the game was his responsibility. The two of them looked at each other, and in seconds, Minho was throwing the Quaffle into the air, at the same time that James loosened his grip on the snitch and allowed the golden little ball to fly up into the air. 
Both you and Dorcas launched straight for the quaffle, and you managed to snatch it by a hair, but she was trailing behind you as you sped towards their goal. Although, perhaps trailing wasn’t exactly the term you’d use, she was almost flying by your side when you threw the quaffle towards Nox, who was a few feet back but had no one trailing behind him.
Dorcas gave you a wink before flying up and flipping around to chase behind Nox, but he had already passed the quaffle over to Annie, who was speeding towards the goals, but threw the ball your way, you had to duck out of the way of a bludger thrown at you by Archer and managed to score on one of the side hoops, cheers erupting from your team and some spectators that had gathered around the pitch.
James was there, cheering as if it were watching his favourite team playing and you smiled, the boy really is passionate about quidditch. This game might have been one of the games in which you had the most fun. Even if you were playing against the other team, and even if some of the players were clearly competitive, they were all really friendly to each other regardless. 
Harriet, from the other team, had been really close to throwing you off your broom when you weren’t looking, and you were saved by the hair when Solacis stepped in and batted the bludger to the side towards Dorcas. The girl had winced and screamed sorry in a friendly way before going back to the game. And when you thanked Solacis, he simply said: “No problem.” 
You were in awe by how much more friendly all the players were than at the normal games, and you were truly having lots of fun. Not that normal games weren’t fun, you loved flying either way, but the friendly environment was as exhilarating as the cheers of a crowd on the real games. You were thinking that you’d join their unofficial games a lot more often when you heard Nox scream your way. 
You turned just in time to catch the quaffle in your hands and fly as fast as you could towards the other team’s goal. You were really close but Johnny had flown right in front of you and while had a 50% chance of dodging him, you decided to play team and threw the ball Annie’s way and seconds later she scored, earning your team yet another 10 points, which instantly tied you with the other.
The game had been extra tight, so far Solacis and Comet being as fierce at batting as they were at defending their teammates, and you could tell Comet had kept an extra eye on you which you had been pretty thankful for. She had overheard Fawn talk about your arm injury and made a mental note to ask you about it later, you didn’t know of course, but the fact that you were already pretty good friends was enough to make you think that was the main reason she stayed rather close. Not to mention that she had gone around and thrown the quaffle towards Dorcas and the other chasers several times, she was good.
In fact, you weren’t even sure if it was her or Solacis the one that had thrown the ball towards Johnny’s broom and caused him to spin over like a spinning top for almost a whole minute. He had to land and ended up puking, being replaced by James after everyone welcomed him. Not that the boy hadn’t been aching to play already. 
Now, having James on the other team had been more than hilarious, he was as good of a chaser as anyone, but since you were on much more friendly terms with him than anyone on the other team, you had gone all out and chased after him every single time he had the Quaffle on his hands. Even committing some friendly faults like pushing him to the side to get him to throw the ball while Nox caught it. 
“Oi!” he complained the first time, but soon enough he had been playing just as roughly with you. If Minho had seen the several faults you had committed, he didn’t bother to stop them. Especially when Alex, Dorcas, Nox and Annie decided to join in the fun. 
At this point, the quidditch you were playing might as well have been a rugby game from how savage it was getting; Remus had told you about Rugby a while ago, he had been looking at a magazine about it and you asked him. He even told you about his favourite teams and explained that his mom had been a huge fan and that she had dated a rugby player before meeting his dad. You didn’t know much about Hope Lupin, but that was enough to convince you that you’d have to meet her one day. 
At some point, you were so busy trying to push Dorcas off her broom with a knock of your shoulder that you didn’t even realise you were both flying straight towards the bleachers until you crashed against them with a loud thud. You were laughing like a mad woman when you spotted a familiar head of black hair in front of you looking concerned. 
“Are you all right?” 
You just laughed further, you had managed to break enough to not actually crash but rather land disgracefully. Your broom was still in your hand as you tried to get a hold of your thoughts “Yeah Reg, I’m fine,” you managed to say in between laughs. 
Had you realised Reggie was watching the game before that point? No. Did you mind that he was? No, in fact, you almost wanted him to play, it had been really fun to seek against him, which made you wonder if he could be good at any of the other positions. He extended his hand to help you up and you took it without hesitation, his smile grew wider after that. 
“Didn’t see you earlier,” you said as you mounted your broom again, eager to get back into the game. 
“Got here when I heard people were flying like cavemen trying to throw each other off their brooms on the pitch,” he said with a smile. 
“Cavemen?” you said offended, “Way to leave the cavewomen out! Have you seen Dorcas and Harriet?” 
“Have you seen yourself?” 
You gasped, “When did you even become so sassy? Last thing I remember is a scared little boy who didn’t want to go see Jaws.” 
“Last thing I remember was a proper lady who wanted to have an adventure,” he countered, which made you laugh. 
You turned to him again, sliding your tongue through your teeth as you looked around. “You’ve seen the snitch, haven’t you?” 
“That eager for the game to finish?” 
“Not at all, just wanted to see if your sight was still as sharp as mine, or Potter’s.” You added as you looked at James who was making a massive effort to keep himself focused on the quaffle rather than flying behind the snitch he had seen several times. 
He laughed as you gave him a wink and took off again, cutting through the air straight to Alex who currently held the quaffle. 
“Good to see you aren’t dеad,” he said with a smile as he dodged your attempts to bump into him. 
“It takes a lot more than falling off a broom to take me down.” 
“So I’ve heard,” he replied as he threw the ball towards Dorcas, but you managed to intercept it and gave a sharp turn to travel to the other side’s goals.
You heard Dorcas saying something to Alex in a playfully angry voice, as if reproaching, but the boy only laughed. It was as if every single one of the players, even the most competitive like you: Fawn, Dorcas, Alex and Prongs, had all collectively decided that you would just have fun, instead of taking the game seriously. Everyone was having a blast, and everyone was getting blasted as well. 
Johnny Ackley, now watching the game next to Minho –who seemed to be impressed by everyone’s savagery, and also jumpy from how much he wanted to join in– looked glad that he wasn’t playing anymore as Prongs came your way and bumped into your side so hard that the Quaffle fell off your hands just for him to take in in his hands and fly as fast as possible and scoring. 
You had stayed over your broom, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath when you saw Alex approach you. “You okay? Potter was harsh!” he said with a judgy frown on his face. 
That might have been the first time James treated you like he treated everyone else in the game rather than like some injured creature he had to help. Your arm was almost healing completely, some of the scabs already falling off and revealing lighter and smoother skin and while a few sections still hurt, most of it was a lot better, regardless James had been extra careful around you since then, as if he couldn’t get the image of you laying on Sirius bed, body covered with bruises off his head. James had had a rather hard time realising you were –since you weren’t a man– slightly more delicate than the rest of his friends and that had been a reality check. 
But you seethed at the thought of being called weaker, so when James stopped treating you like a divination ball and started treating you like a player again, you were ecstatic, you turned to Alex with a huge smile and said, “Brilliant!” right before speeding your way to James again and bumping your not hurt arm against his shoulders, getting his broom to veer slightly off course. 
You were pretty happy with the fact that he wasn’t holding back either as he pushed you to the side, both of you laughing and almost veering out of the pitch completely. James managed to throw the ball back towards Dorcas as you threw hands at each other in a playful manner. 
“James Potter get your filthy hands off me!” 
“You do it first!” he replied just as playfully. You were about to crash into one of the stand towers when you both separated from each other only to round it and meet again on the other side. Both with the most wicked smiles on your faces. And then, in the middle of the two of you, the Snitch passed tauntingly. 
You had seen her a few times throughout the game, and she insisted on surrounding the two of you anyway, as if she knew you had been the two people to catch her on the previous games –she did– and yet this time around neither of you were chasing behind her, which obviously, she did not understand. 
You and James eyed each other before chasing behind her as fast as you could, not because you were ready to catch it, but because you both wanted to tell your seekers where it was. As the two of you sped behind it, you shouted “Fawn!” 
The girl quickly spun around and spotted the small ball, when she did, you drifted off, and when James made sure Laurie had also seen the snitch, he too veered off course, searching for the quaffle, ready to score more points for his team. 
Both Laurie and Fawn chased behind the sneaky little ball, spinning around players and towers and dropping down to the ground incredibly fast at the snitch’s whim. The rest of the players were still doing their tasks as fiercely as you were expecting them to and then some. The scores had been tight, in fact, a shot from James had just gotten them 10 points above you when Nox snatched the ball from Neil and threw it your way, this time you landed a shot from a decent distance and tied again. 
Seconds later you heard a gasp and then Minho whistled sharply, making it louder with the aid of his wand. Laurie had her hand held high, the snitch being held safely between her thumb and three fingers. There were some claps from the small crowd that had gathered as she landed and even Fawn, was clapping at her friend. 
Once you were on the floor, you had the widest smile as you went to congratulate the other team, “That was brilliant!” 
“You’re a savage!” James retorted, you shrugged in response. 
“You were all incredible,” Minho said as he too approached. “I really wanted to play after James joined in, the entire game went bullocks… in a good way.” 
“Great idea to bring her in Nox,” Dorcas said as she pointed at you and then extended her hand for you to shake, “Dorcas Meadows, pleasure to meet you.” 
You smiled and greeted the girl, plopping down on the grass floor with a loud thud, followed by Minho, Fawn, James, and then the rest of the team. You were all sitting on the floor as you reminisced the game. Regulus had joined in at some point and it made you wonder where the hell your boys were. You were sure you had talked to Sirius and he’d said he’d come, could he possibly still be sleeping? 
You leaned in and grabbed onto Minho’s hand, pulling his sweater back to check his watch, since you knew Prongs didn’t have one at hand, but Minho hissed when you touched his skin. “What the fuck you’re an ice cube!” He said as he looked at you worried.   
“It’s kinda chilly, isn’t it?” You said as you pulled your hand back to bring it up to your face and winced when your fingers brushed onto your cheeks. Did you feel cold? Yeah. Did you know how freaking cold you actually were? Not quite, the adrenaline had kept you warm enough for the duration of the game. 
James pulled onto your shirt. “Might have to do with the fact that she rushed out of the fucking room when I told her she was late,” he added. “You are wearing more layers under this, right?” 
If anyone realised James had implied you had been in his room in the morning, they either thought it was because of Sirius or assumed he meant the common room. 
“If I say yes, will you not pester me about–” You were interrupted by a sweater crashing onto your face. 
“So you don’t freeze,” Minho said, “And it’s 2 p.m.”
You were taken aback but nodded. “Thanks,” you said as you twisted the sweater around enough to put it on and passed it through your arms. It smelled a bit like Minho, but it wasn’t sweaty or anything. That didn’t stop James from looking at you with a frown while Comet, Nox and Dorcas looked at you with a knowing smile.
“What?” 
“Green suits you well,” Nox said with a smirk. 
“No, it does not,” James replied almost instantly. 
“She would have made a fine Slytherin, I’ve been saying this for a while,” Comet told Dorcas, loud enough to get James to hear, she just wanted to tease him, clearly. 
“No, she would have not,” he countered, exasperated. 
“Bet the hat considered her for Slytherin too,” Regulus told Minho with a smirk. 
You had almost forgotten how seriously they took house rivalry, but instead of joining the discussion, you just pulled the sleeves of the overly large sweater over your hands and pulled your knees to your chest, leaning your elbows against them in a rather comfortable ball position. Perhaps being in Slytherin wouldn’t have been as bad as you had initially thought, you were sure you would have found your way to the good Slytherins. But then, you might have not been able to make friends with Lily, James, Pete, Marlene and Mary, Tom, Beth or… Remus. No, you wouldn’t switch your house for anything, you wouldn’t change your friends for anything. Let alone for the cool aesthetic of the snakes. 
But James, Comet, Minho and Laurie (who was also a Gryffindor and had taken James’ side), were already arguing about the houses and the qualities needed to be on them. “You know I could have also been a Hufflepuff,” you said just to stir more trouble. 
Alex instantly knew what you were doing and nodded, “Yeah, I totally see her as a badger,” he said, “You’re patient and always play fair.” 
James looked at you in shock, as if what you had said had been preposterous when Neil, who also realised exactly what happened, decided to chime in. “Or a Ravenclaw,” he said, “You’ve always been witty, I’ve seen you at the reading club.” 
You looked at him and nodded as if you completely agreed and that got James –and Laurie, who had been adamantly fighting for your case– to gasp. Seconds later, Alex, Neil and you were laughing your asses off as James stared confused. 
“They’re fucking with us mate,” Laurie said as she nudged the boy. Laurie had quickly gotten comfortable with James; she imagined that was exactly how Archer would be if he had been a Gryffindor like her. 
James gave her a look and then pouted playfully before joining in the laughter. 
After a while of more talk, you all decided to go to the great hall together, but when you got in and saw neither Remus nor Sirius, you decided you had to go check on them. Not because you thought something had happened to them, but rather, because you had missed them in the game. At least one of them had always been with you on games or practice, and even if you wouldn’t admit it, you missed Sirius’s excessive teasing and Remus’ disapproving glances when you did something incredibly cool –or incredibly dangerous– depending on whose perspective. So you bid your goodbyes to everyone and walked up to the common room. 
Sirius was playing with a muggle cube that his cousin Andromeda had gotten him as an early Christmas present as he lay on the couch with his legs propped over Remus’ lap while the latter seemed to be attentively reading a book. 
“I missed you at the game,” you said as you approached. 
“Moony had a headache,” Sirius said. “Stayed for company, Pete told us Prongs was with you.” 
Sirius frowned at the cube and set it on the side before finally looking up at you, his frown deepening as his nose twitched. “Why the hell are you wearing a Slytherin sweater?” he asked.
“Oh, this?” You said as you pulled it from your body a little and shrugged. “I didn’t take a sweater with me since I slept in, which I entirely blame on the two of you,” you said as you pointed at them both, and then proceeded with your story, “Minho noticed I was cold and lent it to me.” 
“Take it off, would you?” Sirius said, annoyed.
You gave him an impatient stare, “Puppy, I know you hate Slytherin, but I don’t believe in house bias, I got here so many years later, the whole house indoctrination didn’t work on me.”
“It’s– it’s not that,” he said, looking to the side.
“Hold up,” You frowned, seeing how tense Sirius was and being taken aback. “Sirius, are you… are you jealous?” He didn’t speak. “You know Minho’s gay!” you stated. 
Remus’ ears perked at that, of course, he knew Minho was gay, he didn’t know you did though, let alone Sirius. 
Sirius bit his lip. “It’s not that either,” he added. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and a questioning expression, indicating him to elaborate. “It’s just, you…” 
“You smell like him,” Remus said, finally pulling his head from the book, a bitterness that didn’t slip past you but that you didn’t quite understand laced his tone. “He was Padfoot all night, his reflexes are wonky,” he added then, trying to fix his initial tone.
You gasped, your eyes opening wide as realisation hit you. You quickly pulled the jumper over your head and threw it to the side. “Better?” Sirius shook his head and walked towards you, pulling you into a bone-breaking hug. Making sure to pass his arms all over your back as he did. Trying to rub Minho’s scent off of you. 
“I’m sorry, puppy,” you said regretfully. 
“You fucked all of last night’s work.” He said with a sigh as he dipped his head on your neck and sniffed, he frowned, there was way too much fucking Minho mixed in with your scent. Your sweat was barely perceptible, him and Remus were almost fucking gone all together. 
“I did?” you asked with a worried frown, “Is that why you’re mad?” 
Sirius almost laughed, “It’s just gonna give me an excuse to cuddle you all over again Kit, that’s most definitely not it.” 
“Have you ever seen a dog bark at its owner after he’s been with other dogs?” Remus asked from his spot, he was just as eager to go rub off the smell of Minho but he knew it wasn’t his place, though he was sure to brush his hands all over Vixen the minute he had the chance, fuck circumspection. He could definitely not, have you smell like any other being near the moon, Moony wouldn’t tolerate it, he barely could. At least Sirius was doing a decent job and making you smell like you should, like the two of them, like the pack.
You pulled back just a little to look at Sirius. “Is that what this is about? You’re barking at me for playing with other dogs?” you teased. 
He huffed and brought you back into the hug. “We worked hard yesterday for you to ruin it with a sweater.” 
“And a Slytherin one,” Remus added, joining along the teasing, wanting Sirius to get riled up, he rather enjoyed it when he did, Sirius’ ears would go pink and he would flip his hair in a rather annoyed manner that Remus thought of amusing. 
You laughed at that, but leaned into Sirius’ hug regardless. “Next time I’ll make sure to ask for a sweater with a different house logo, perhaps a Hufflepuff?” 
“Next fucking time take my Godric-damned leather jacket with you instead,” he retorted through gritted teeth. 
You eyed Remus and shrugged with an amused smile. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged in return, he seemed to be having fun as well. Of course, he was playing it cool, he rather preferred it when you wore his sweaters. 
Then Sirius frowned, remembering you too were an animagus, which made him wonder. “Has it never happened to you?”  
“What has?” You asked as you brushed your hands through the back of his hair, Remus stared at the two intently, wondering what it would feel like to wrap the two of you into a hug, smelling both of your heads carelessly. 
“The smell thing…” 
You thought about it for a second and then you nodded, leaning further into his chest. “That time you’d gone Hogsmeade with the girls, we weren’t dating, but you came back smelling so much like Beth, I was snappy as hell with her for a week,” you said.
“Sorry.” He said honestly. “It’s a dog thing.” 
You sighed. “I figured…. and I hadn’t even been a fox for months back then.” 
“Jealous little Vixen,” Sirius teased, still brushing his hands all over your back, being extra careful. You almost laughed, after all, he was the one rubbing himself all over you either way. 
Later that day, while you were looking for your own Godric-damned sweater through your bottomless chest, you found something else, and as you stared at it, it downed on you, Sirius had never once complained, nor looked uncomfortable when you wore Remus’ sweaters.
It had to do with the smell of the pack, right? 
No. In fact, he tended to veer closer to you when you wore Remus’ sweaters. 
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ananxiousgenz · 10 months ago
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listening to worlds beyond number is so fun because it goes from like studio ghibli levels of charm and beauty with ink demons and giant clam shells filled with seafood chowder and beautiful cottages to the absolutely GUT WRENCHING characters living in it. in a world where the starshine illuminates the night and a glass tower looms over a desert of white sand and great spirits live in the oceans and forests and foxes can speak and magic is real, people still make bad choices. people are still afraid. people are still hurt. people are still so wonderfully, amazingly, painfully human.
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starshine-system · 7 months ago
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⭐ Intro Post ⭐
Hi there! We're the Starshine System, a traumagenic fictive-heavy DID system. We're fairly new to using tumblr, so bear with us please.
We do NOT support endogenic systems, so please stay off our page <3
Some alters may choose to sign off, and some posts may be written anonymously!
We're in quite a few fandoms, and may post about those occasionally too !
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So does anyone else have a Google doc of all their (canon) horses or am I just autistic? Because I have them organized by breed and the breeds are listed in alphabetical order and when I have multiple horses from the same breed they are organized in alphabetical order unless I have the symbols higher than A in the alphabet.
A few excerpts:
Fern
Coat: Bay extended blanket
Gender: Mare
Kamikaze
Barn Name: Kazi
Coat: Sun-bleached black extended blanket
Jorvik Name: Trailblaze(r)
Gender: Male/Stallion
Professions: Western Riding, Trekking, Ranch work; (roping, herding, trail rides, etc.)
Home Stable: South Hoof Rescue Ranch
Owner(s): Totally not pirates (past) Hugh Sheperd (present; also the owner of the South Hoof Rescue Ranch)
Rider: Hugh/Arizona
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American Paints
Athena
Barn Name: Athena, Aquilon (Aquilo -- one of the Greek animoi), Astraeus (Astraios), Aristaeus, Zephyr
Coat: Chestnut Medicine Hat
Gender: Mare
Jorvik Name: Skyfall
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Boomerang
Barn Name: Boomerang
Jorvik Name: Boulder
Name Inspiration: Spirit Riding Free -- Boulder, Colorado
Coat: Brown Tobiano
Gender: Stallion
Owner: Marley
Nayelli
Coat: Buckskin Tobiano
Gender: Mare 
Name: Nayelli
Nickname: Sunstreak
Jorvik Name: Copperdeep(s)
Owner: Jorvik Rangers Association
Owl
Coat: Dapple Gray Pinto
Gender: Stallion
Barn Name: Owl
Nickname: Owl
Jorvik Name: Arcticowl
Owner: Starshine Ranch
Curly Horses
~~Puzzle~~
Barn Name: Puzzle
Jorvik name: Bulletwish
Show Name: Outlaw’s Crossfire
Coat: Dun Pinto
Gender: Stallion
Profession: Ranger work
Home Stable: Dundull
Companion Pet: Brown Male Arctic Fox named Rustler or Badger
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(But you can’t deny the icy blue-eyed boy looks great in the bridle with the clouds) (Just look at him) (He’ll always be one of my faves)
Arroyo
Barn Name: Arroyo
Jorvik name: Wildwish
Show Name: 
Coat: Bay Pinto
Gender: Stallion
Profession:
Home Stable: --
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stardusted-hearts · 1 year ago
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@familylightfox asked: "Hey!" Out of the few words she knew in English, that one always came out the loudest but she came right up to Tails and sat by his foot. One finger was used to point to his namesakes. "ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪'𝕤?" ---
Gibbous had certainly gotten the fox's attention, but unfortunately he hadn't learned much of her native language yet. Luckily Sonic was there to translate, and it earned a small laugh from Tails.
"I don't know. Genetics?" he answered, but realized he may have needed to say it more simply and looked to Sonic for help.
"𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟," the hedgehog told Gibbous with a smile. "𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤."
Something Sonic emphasized by turning slightly to show off his own tail, giving it a few wags.
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inkowl13 · 1 year ago
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So. Continuing the theme of the future Pi update, I would like to say a few things. 1. I would be VERY upset if they rob Pi of her beautiful, long hooked nose! Although it's nice that Mrs. Holdsworth, Big Bonnie and the Baroness have different profiles. The profile of the Baroness is close to what I would like to see on Pi, but what would Pi have even more grotesque features.
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2. I would be happy if her appearance was updated sometime in october on the eve of Halloween. Even better if they write her at least as a cameo in the event. I mean, we have two whole witches in the game and none of them are in Halloween! Witch Pi generally lives on the border with a Haunted Trail Ride. This could be justified by the fact that non-star rider players do not know this character. But damn, we meet on the route Igor, Alonso, Mika, Rania, the girls from the Bulldog and the Flying Foxes - they are all from the territory of the star rider! And the fact that Pi is a witch is no secret. It does not have to be included in the plot, she can simply stand on the edge of the forest on the same Haunted Trail Ride, brewing another potion in a cauldron or flying somewhere on a broomstick. 3. In general, I understand that many characters are updated for quests, like the Baroness, Gary, Sabine, Fripp and all that. Moreover, the quest is not necessarily the main and plot. But we also have Mrs. Holdsworth and Big Bonnie updated at the end of the Spring Festival. And if Mrs. Holdsworth then participated in the story quest, then Big Bonnie did not. Josh, for example, was updated for the opening of Starshine Ranch, but I wouldn't call it a quest outright. Updated Justin Moorland is still lying around somewhere in the files since 2022, i think. In any case, other than this comment (if I hadn't asked, we wouldn't have known that either) we don't have any information. It remains only to wait.
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bookwormscififan · 30 days ago
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Vulpine Fondness
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A/N: About two days ago, @iamvegorott informed me it was Mare's birthday today (Monday), so I spent the weekend working on a little birthday fic.
Vulpine (adj): referring to a fox or foxes.
Warnings: Smut.
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“Starshine, I need to know where we’re going!” Mare laughed as Mad dragged him down the street. “I’m going to fall over if you keep dragging me like this! At least tell me if we’re—” the words died in his throat as his nose wrinkled, catching the scent of the fragile blooms before Mad had even gotten them through the gate, looking at his boyfriend with wide eyes.
“Happy birthday,” Mad mumbled, twisting the toe of his shoe into a gap in the path, waiting for Mare’s reaction. “I thought we could walk through the park and-and maybe listen to something I wrote…”
“This is incredible, starlight,” Mare breathed, wrapping Mad in a hug before lifting him off his feet to spin him around. “You wrote something for me?” he asked, finally processing the rest of Mad’s statement as he set the scientist back on the ground.
“I-It won’t be as good as the things you write,” Mad stammered, walking with Mare down the path of cherry blossom trees, sticking to his side like a magnet. “I-I just wanted to give you something nice as a gift.”
“Just having you here is a gift enough for me,” Mare started, holding Mad’s hand tightly as they walked, turning to press a chaste kiss to the side of Mad’s head and grinning when it made Mad squeak. “Anything you do for me is incredible, darling.”
They walked a while in silence before Mad motioned for them to sit under a tree, the branches hanging low like a canopy over the ground, pink and white flowers making the bark impossible to see. Waiting until Mare was comfortable, Mad curled into his side and pulled out his notebook, adjusting for a moment before clearing his throat and starting to read.
Miners break stones and breathe gases, To find stones they find most precious. Diamonds, opal, rubies and sapphires, Whatever can be defined as the rarest.
I have my precious stones right here, Shining and bright, With warm arms to hold me tight. My favourite jewels are your eyes,
Which greet me whenever I wake: Black diamond pools inside amethyst skies. Without you, I would still be nobody, Because you always make me feel like a somebody, And I love you.
Mad finished reading, cheeks dusted red as he waited for Mare to speak. When Mare stayed silent, Mad hazarded a glance up, mouth dropping open when he saw the tears falling down Mare’s cheeks.
“Mare?” he reached up to gently brush the tears away, jumping when Mare sniffed, then squeaked as Mare held him close and pressed his face into his neck. “D-Does this mean you liked the poem?” he asked with a giggle, Mare’s lips tickling on his skin.
“That was beautiful,” Mare whispered against Mad’s neck, scraping his teeth along the skin before opting to press a kiss there instead. “Never thought you were a poet. You wrote it so nicely.”
Mad blushed deeper, tilting his head to give Mare more space to kiss and nip at, before he pushed his notebook back into his pocket and gently shifted Mare off him. “I-I have more gifts for you… at-at home… m-maybe we could—”
Before he’d finished his sentence, Mare had sent them back home, tucking his face into the crook of Mad’s neck as he waited for Mad to process what had just happened. With a final nip to Mad’s pulse point, Mare moved away to let Mad get whatever gifts he had.
“Um, s-stay here until I… until I tell you to c-come,” Mad stammered, stepping back and moving down the hall before Mare could make any comments. Humming quietly to himself as he browsed through Mad’s notebook he’d pickpocketed, Mare waited for Mad to call, tilting his head when he heard his boyfriend’s soft voice coming from down the hall.
“What’s this other gift…” his question trailed off as he caught sight of Mad in the bedroom, hands behind his back as he dug his toes into the carpet nervously. “Wow…”
Mad stood just outside the closet door, hair falling over his eyes in the adorable way Mare loved to fix, two fluffy fox ears attached to the top of his head. Adorning his body by emphasising the curves Mare adored was a matching set of silk and lace coloured in shades of orange and white, complete with a lacy orange garter belt, matching garter, and fluffy fox tail attached to the back of Mad’s panties.
The thing that drew Mare’s eye was the thin black suede choker around Mad’s neck, standing out against the pale skin and bobbing when he swallowed. Hanging on a simple silver link from the middle of the choker was the letter ‘M’, encrusted with tiny amethysts that caught the light with every breath Mad took.
“D-Do you like it?” Mad asked timidly, bringing his hands around to hug himself loosely, showing off the black netted fingerless gloves he wore to complete the outfit, and his cheeks flushed darker when Mare stepped forward to gently lower his hands.
“If I didn’t know better, my fox,” Mare began, voice a low rumble that sent all of Mad’s blood south, “I’d say you were trying to seduce me. Is this my birthday gift, darling?” He trailed one finger along Mad’s arm, grazing over the lace covering his chest before running along the choker, smiling at the way Mad shivered from that.
“I-I—” Mad cut himself off before biting his lip and taking a deep breath. “I-I want you to… to make me forget everything. I want you to make me only know your name,” he let out in a huff, tensing when Mare pulled him closer before relaxing into the kiss he pressed to his lips, arms moving to wrap around Mare’s neck and squeaking when Mare lifted him up effortlessly.
“Well, my dear fox,” Mare hummed, pulling his shirt off with a fluid motion as he climbed over Mad, “I can definitely do that. How could I deny my fox when he’s dressed up so pretty for me?”
Mad blushed, squirming under Mare’s gaze as the musician ran his hands over his body. “I-I, um…” he started, trailing off with an embarrassed squeak, pressing his thighs together and looking away from Mare.
“What was that, starlight?” Mare asked in a tease, leaning down to kiss along the skin above Mad’s choker. “Was there something else? Or do you want me to guess what it is you want?”
“N-No, I just—” Mad cut himself off with a gasp when Mare’s fingers teased at the edge of his garter belt. “K-Keep t-the belt on, please… d-don’t wanna rip it…”
“Oh? Somebody’s in a mood,” Mare chuckled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Mad’s underwear and slowly sliding them down his legs, unhooking the garter to get them off before hooking the belt back to the garter. “When did you get all this, anyway?”
“I-I, uh,” Mad stammered, watching Mare remove his pants and boxers with glassy eyes. “B-Between experiments a-and w-while you slept. I-I wanted t-to surprise you.” His breath came out in a rush when Mare started coating his fingers, keeping his eyes on the scientist as he leaned forward to kiss him.
Mad returned the kiss eagerly, gasping against Mare’s mouth as the musician pushed a finger into him, hands clutching at Mare’s shoulder before making a soft sound to ask for more. He felt strangely wrong, laying in the bed with just his underwear off, the lingerie covering his body in ways that somehow made him feel more naked, and he let out his first moan of the night when Mare started thrusting three fingers inside him.
“M-Mare, please, more, need you,” he panted, tilting his head to nuzzle into the crook of Mare’s neck, muffling his whine when Mare removed his fingers.
“Just a second, love,” Mare grunted, sitting up to coat himself before lining up, holding Mad’s hips and tucking his thumbs just under the belt, pressing a kiss to the centre of Mad’s chest as he slowly pushed in. “You feel so amazing, Mad…”
Mad keened at the praise, lifting his legs to wrap around Mare’s middle, hands falling onto the pillow beside his head as he caught his breath. Fingers twitching, he gently rocked his hips up, urging Mare to move, choking on a moan when Mare started to thrust.
Mare moved a hand around to squeeze at Mad’s ass, lips searching for the choker to bite and suck beneath it as his other hand slid up Mad’s body to tangle their fingers together. Adjusting his grip again, he moved faster, pounding deep into Mad and changing angle to make the scientist see stars.
“Mare! P-Please, more, need y-you—Mare, t-touch me, please,” Mad babbled, turning his face to press open-mouthed kisses to their joined hands as he spread his legs to give Mare more room, head pounding when Mare moved even faster.
“You’re not—not finishing without me, little fox,” Mare grunted, pressing his teeth against Mad’s jaw as he wrapped his hand around Mad’s cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. “But I want to hear you scream my name… tell me who you belong to, fox.”
“M-Mare, all-all yours, please, Mare—Mare!” Mad practically screamed as he came, making a mess of his lingerie and Mare’s hand, breath catching in his throat when Mare came soon after, filling him with warmth and leaving a bright mark on his neck.
Flopping onto Mad, Mare panted before kissing the mark, gently pulling out and moving off his boyfriend. “Fuck,” he breathed, huffing a breathless laugh at the ceiling before turning to kiss Mad’s cheek.
“Happy… happy birthday, music man,” Mad panted, frowning in blissed-out confusion when Mare started moving him, making small noises of protest as he was coaxed off the bed and into the bathroom.
“Don’t pout, darling,” Mare mumbled, sitting Mad on the edge of the tub and kneeling to remove his clothes. “I’m just taking these off you so that we can clean them.” As he rolled the soft fabric of the stockings down Mad’s legs, Mare pressed kisses and bites to Mad’s inner thighs, sliding his hands around to remove the garter belt.
“M-Mare,” Mad whined tiredly, jumping when Mare’s lips trailed up the line of his cock, suckling gently on the tip before bobbing over the length. “P-Please, don’t stop,” he panted, cock twitching in interest as Mare worked him over, digging his toes into the bathmat as he tried not to fall into the tub.
Mare hummed around Mad, taking his hands and guiding them to his head, humming again when Mad tugged on his hair, swirling his tongue just right to get Mad to gasp as he came again, spilling down Mare’s throat and shivering as Mare swallowed everything.
“Mare…” Mad’s mind was cloudy as Mare pulled off, making a wet popping sound as Mad’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Letting out a soft giggle, Mad smiled at Mare with lidded eyes, lifting his arms to let Mare remove his sheer shirt, pouting when Mare moved away to wet a towel with warm water.
“Any thoughts in there?” Mare asked with a smile, tapping Mad’s forehead as he cleaned him off. When Mad only answered with a giggle, he chuckled, pecking Mad’s lips and tossing the towel in the laundry hamper, scooping Mad into a bridal carry and waltzing him back to bed. “Let’s get some clothes on you, dearest.”
After getting a pair of soft boxers and one of Mare’s soft shirts onto Mad, Mare tucked him under the covers, tugging on his own pair of boxers before climbing into bed beside his blissed-out boyfriend.
“Mare.” Mad giggled, lifting a hand to touch a finger to Mare’s nose before curling against him with a happy sigh. “Love you… piano man.”
“I love you, too, starshine,” Mare whispered, holding Mad close and kissing the top of his head. “Thank you for a wonderful birthday.” Closing his eyes, Mare pressed his nose into Mad’s hair, sighing before letting himself fall asleep.
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kari-go · 5 months ago
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Can you explain the tales of misfit au?
adghrkjxe sorry for answering this so late
You know those zodiac heroes aus? it's kinda like that
There are 9 heroes - 3 second layers and 6 third layers.
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I'm not telling you who's who, it's pretty easy to guess (mostly because I already posted like half of them lol)
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coline7373 · 2 years ago
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WIP Wednesday
Big cheers for @blackkatmagic , one of my favorite SW author, who has an incredible range of ships and characters in their fics.
Sometimes, you want the same thing over and over. Sometimes, you hang on for the ride and the delight to be surprised anew.
efface the footprints in the sands - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Rex/Agen Kolar/Kix, Anakin/The Consequences Of His Actions
I have lived with shades so long - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Feemor/Fox, Sith Magic
to the stars/to the day/to the sun - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Feemor/Darth Maul, Lotho Minor
say you know the difference (between blood and sweetness) - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Padme/Fox/Thorn, (technically) Sith Padme
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Time-Travelers - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Mace/Five, Time-Travel/Loop
running with lightning feet - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Wolffe/Feral, Plo captures Feral
hide the wolves of sleep (and mask the grave) - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Fox/Quinlan, Mystery & Psychometry
unlearn the constellations to see the stars - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Jon Antilles/Wolffe, Time Travel
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Jon Antilles/Jaster Mereel, Mandalorian Empire & Katooni
Deeper Than Oceans - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Kix/A'Sharad Hett
starshine & clay - blackkat - Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Anakin (Vader)/Agen Kolar, Time Travel
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stealing-the-smp · 2 months ago
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Species Masterlist for Intelligent Species (may add more!)
Gods
Helper Gods
Basic Hybrids info
Basic Anthro info
Dream Entities
Ghosts
Overworld
Avians
Crystal and Diamond people
Spidershifters
Endermen
Bovidae Hybrids
Fox Anthros
Felines
Bunny Hybrids
Vampires
The Sams
Nether
Demons
Piglins
Zombie Piglins
Part Blazes
Dragons
The Egg
Space
Skywarians
Starshine Ducks
Other Worlds
Glitchis
The Goop
???
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