#tw implied past SA

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Ten random sibling questions!

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I'll go with Arden and Fabian from Crash Stardom! for this one (ps. context: Those two are biologically cousins BUT they grew up together and Arden raised Fabian like a brother).

Arden's pronouns are He/They Fabian's pronouns are He/Him

TW. Mentions of past SA in Arden's "Biggest Fears" section and very questionable stuff happening to Arden in the past

1. Biggest fears

Arden is absolutely terrified of Lenny, the son of a capo from the local mob who once stalked and took advantage of Arden in his own apartment (after Arden had broken up their and Lenny's toxic 'situationship' from hell and told Lenny to never come back). That incident left both Arden and Fabian severely traumatized - because Lenny essentially broke into their apartment and did whatever he wanted to Arden - then 18-19 - while Fabian (WHO WAS 12 AT THE TIME) was locked safely in another room, so he luckily didn't see anything but he still heard the scuffle.

Arden is also terrified of something bad happening to Fabian. They fear they have failed Fabes as a guardian, because they were unprepared at the time they took him in, and also because Arden blames themself for being (in their words) "too broke" to give Fabian the life they wanted him to have. Arden also spiralled pretty badly after everything that happened. They are also afraid that, if they wipe out the mob with their serial killing, something terrible may happen to Fabian too.

Fabian's worst fear is being helpless or unable to protect the people he loves the most. That incident in their past left Fabian with a deep fear of being trapped or helpless while someone needs his help, and he tends to also be afraid of being unable to prevent Arden from losing themself in that need for revenge.

2. Pet peeves

Arden can't stand the smell of whiskey, and also hates repetitive, annoying sounds like constant clicking, people chewing (they will smack a bitch if they hear that) or old clocks ticking. They also dislike the feeling of not having taking a shower in a day, and hate being constantly interrupted.

Fabian hates too-greasy food, or eating soggy things that aren't supposed to be soggy, like cereal or cookies. He hates that feeling of being too tired but unable to sleep, and also dislikes songs that get annoyingly stuck in his head for too long.

3. Favourite after school snack

Neither of them really went to school. Arden ran away from home at 11 years old, with a 5 year old Fabian in tow, to escape a dangerous environment. They got by as homeless runaways/street kids on their own for years, until Arden started working as an errand boy for the mob when they were 14, and Fabian was 8, and was able to afford a small, slightly questionable, apartment. When Arden was 16-17, he started working for the mob's clubs to pay off their debts.

Besides that, Arden's favorite snack is pizza rolls, and Fabian's favorite snack is chocolate chip cookies.

4. Favourite after school activity

Same context as before, so I'll answer this simply as 'favorite pastime/hobby'.

Fabian loves watching old cartoons and has a collection of pirated CDs with his favorite childhood sitcoms, animated movies and romcom films. His favorite pastime is to watch those movies in his free time.

Arden likes shoplifting beauty items, like nail polish, makeup and hair creams, which they store at home, and take great pride in how it helps them feel they've improved their appearance. Arden also loves sleeping whenever they can, and often can be found scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

5. What is their relationship like with each other?

Growing up, their bond was incredibly strong. They were all each other ever really had, and even if Arden wasn't the most well-equipped or overly responsible guardian, they cared more about Fabian than they ever cared about themself. Fabian always idolized Arden and looked up to them, seeing them as a hero.

However, after the incident with Lenny, Arden spiraled badly, resorting to drinking and becoming addicted to Elixir as a way to drown out the trauma of what had happened. Arden started spending more and more time at the clubs and less time at home. Soon after, they (Arden) turned to hunting down mobsters and killing them in both an act of revenge to let out their pent-up rage but also a desperate vigilantism to keep Fabian from ever becoming a target of those people. At first, Fabian kept trying to be there for Arden, and Arden didn't mean to push him away, however, by the time Fabian was 17, Arden's assassination missions started becoming bolder and more dangerous, putting their own life on the line again and again. Fabian couldn't stand the constant worry, and when he tried to convince Arden to let go of that revenge quest, they both argued badly, which resulted on them becoming estranged for a year.

6. Were they raised together?

Yes, they were. Fabian ended up under the guardianship of his uncle and aunt (Arden's parents) when he was 3, after his own biological parents died in a freak accident. However, Arden's parents were very abusive/toxic, and Arden ended up running away from home at 11, taking 5-year-old Fabian to safety too. Arden raised Fabian under their wing like an older brother/sibling would.

7. What did they enjoy doing together?

Fabian and Arden used to love watching old comedy movies and shows together and even staying up late to watch cartoons. Whenever Arden would come home late from the clubs where they (Arden) worked for the mob, they would pick up Fabian and take him to either get some ice cream or order cheap take out. Arden also was the person who taught Fabian how to shoot, and how to pick locks.

8. What is their favourite thing about eachother?

Fabian's favorite thing about Arden is how they always know how to deal with any situation that comes their way, no matter how jarring. He also admires how Arden had always been so resilient and confident - how they never let anyone talk shit to them and how they always snap back at insults with a smirk, no matter what storm they're dealing with behind the scenes. He also is deeply thankful for everything that Arden has given up and gone through in the past just to give him (Fabian) the childhood they (Arden) never had.

Despite Arden having a more jaded, 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of worldview, they admire how Fabian - despite everything that has happened to them both - is able to still dream about a brighter future and trust people, an ability Arden was never quite able to recover after everything that has happened. Arden also appreciates how Fabian always seems to find ways genuinely cheer them up - as well as anyone around them - no matter how bleak a situation is.

9. What do they hate about the other?

Fabian hates how self-destructive Arden can get, because while he understands that Arden didn't deal well with the crap that happened to them, he hates how they have such a low self-esteem where destroying themself for the sake of feeling numb or even getting even seems like a reasonable option. He also can't stand how sometimes Arden gets so reckless and blinded by rage, that their revenge seems to matter more than anything ever would to them.

Arden sometimes thinks that Fabian is overly naive and that he sees the world through rose-tinted glasses, and that he doesn't understands - what Arden understands - that sometimes bad things need to be done for good reasons or to keep them both safe. They also hate how Fabian wants them to 'think things through' when it comes to making the people who hurt them pay, something that Arden sees as stifling.

10. How do other people see them?

Everyone knows not to mess with either of them - estranged or not, they are the definition of 'never one without the other'. Even the most hardened criminals know that if you mess with Arden, you'll have to handle Fabian's revenge (even if he doesn't kill, he can be QUITE the thorn in the side to have) and if anyone hurts Fabian....well that person won't wake up in one piece, and will probably have a very, very painful demise by Arden's hands.

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[k-y-g]

I used to be strongest at night,

until you took from me.

now I'm lost in endless shadow,

a personal hell you created and abandoned me in.

look at me.

suffocating as tar coats my throat, obsidian and insidious

hands clawing over the raw, gaping cavity of my rib cage

a wall of tears fall from petrified eyes perpetually forced open against grit and hurricanes

as realisation and horror dawns again and again and again.

and all I can do is remember.

my final breath in is agony, broken shards of shattered mirrors slicing my lungs

and my scream is a cough, blood and acid falling from my ulcerated mouth

the empty laugh of a thankless god echoes as my heart finally stops.

just for it to begin again. and again. and again.

flashbacks. // k-y-g

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i think iwtv should have the daemon targaryen horror nightmares of his lovers but with lestat and louis having to see arun and amadeo. not armand, but arun as he was - young, hurt, doomed, already forgetting all that he knows. amadeo as he was, bruised, bloody and scarred, covered with paint and alcohol and other men’s blood and semen, and the waters of venice. have them Know. have them Realise why armand will always be the way he is

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writing share #2 (probably will get re worked just a little)

well since someone ( @tragedycoded ) asked for the next lines I think will get me glared at I will put it under the lines (there will be some reworking of the scene but vibes will stay the same. Right now I'm working on editing and rereading the story before writing the last quarter of the book so I can fill any points I missed lol)

this contains spoilers, Tw past S.A, panic attack and trauma

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🚫🚫🚫🚫this contains spoilers, Tw past S.A, panic attack and trauma🚫🚫🚫🚫

Daimhín looked over at Oisìn's laugh as he knew it was a rare occurrence, the ringing noise of it was music to his ears. He would never tire or the sound. Especially if he got to see Oisìn's smile that went with it. He leaned forward broadcasting his intention so Oisìn could opt out. Their lips met in a brief touch before Oisìn leaned into the kiss. Daimhín enjoyed the warmth of Oisìn's lips against his. The kiss deepened slightly and Daimhín shifted to pull Oisìn closer. He saw Oisìn's eyes widen and went to pull away but the next thing he knew he was falling. He inhaled and held his breath as he hit the water. As he surfaced he looked up to see Oisìn had darted and his hat must be on the deck because it was not in the ocean with him. He sighed as he realized some of the things he had noticed about Oisìn that hadn't made sense, made more sense and given Oisìn and his crew had been captured by Cutthroat…his thoughts trailed off as he blanched.

chapter and pov switch

Oisìn saw Daimhín leaning in and didn't mind, as their lips touched he sighed, when their lips met a second time he melted into the kiss. Daimhín tasted faintly of apple and smelled of cinnamon, he relaxed into the kiss further. The next thing Oisìn knew was he didn't feel safe, he felt cornered and he could feel the past trying to drag him under. He felt his hands push Daimhín away without thought and he darted towards the lower deck. He needed to find somewhere safe, he wasn't safe here. He faintly heard a splash and realized someone went overboard and it clicked. In his mind he had pushed Daimhín away and they had been sitting on the rails. He saw Adoh and said, “capt'n overboard.” As he darted past him. That was his last coherent thought he had before he dove in-between some barrels of rum in an empty area of the ship

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

!TW! Discussions of SA

'Hold them down' has so many emotions tied to it, for me. Like- not only is that me they're singing about, me and my son they planned to harm-

But I've been through something incredibly similar to this in my current life.

And it feels like, in the end, Antinous/the suitors got what they wanted, even if it was a whole life later. And now I'm left to pick up the pieces and deal with the consequences.

- Penelope

[eliana-system]

It's been 2 weeks since I learned my ex works near where I live and I am STILL scared to go outside. Like- whatever grow up the shit happened like 6 years ago you're fine

Also wtf is this oscillating between missing love and being scared and angry, make up your mind already - because none are comfortable to live with

Idk I feel guilty and kinda ruined, which isn't nice. But I also feel nothing. Which strangely isn't nice or comfortable either.

I can't tell what's the thoughts from me being conditioned and the thoughts from the other me. Because is sure as hell ain't gonna listen to the fawning thoughts

[k-y-g]

📖: places i've cried in public // holly bourne

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Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)

Danny doesn’t realize how far his reputation goes/how much everyone trusts him until two of his regulars bring in an injured Red Hood, promising him whatever he wants in exchange for him helping their boss.

[bumblesimagines]

His Love to Keep

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Prince (Y/N) Targaryen and his cousin-wife, Princess Rhaenyra, have never truly seen eye to eye after she replaced his father as heir and removed him from line of succession. They both find lovers to keep their beds warm but with age and time comes the desire to redo things.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, mentions of marital SA, affairs/cheating on all sides rlly, moon tea usage, mentions of religious guilt?, implied rhaenicent, love triangle trope, canon divergent/AU, sexual/suggestive content, Targcest (Cousins), Rhaenyra is described with her book accurate appearance/body type

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"Must you truly go?"

"It is my duty, Alicent."

"Those boys are bastards," Alicent spoke softly, the cup in hand warming her palms as the subtle smell of tansy and mint drifted from the steam brushing along her skin. She watched ripples form in the tea with the slightest of movements, unable to swallow down the nerves beginning to bubble up underneath her skin. "You are not bound to them. They are not your sons."

"I scarcely see them and they still burst with excitement when I visit." (Y/N) strode forward to close the distance between them, his fingers reaching out to brush aside a curled strand of her auburn hair. Alicent lifted her head toward him, the ghost of a smile gracing her lips when his palm pressed against her cheek and she leaned into it. "They may not be my sons by blood but they are by marriage. They must at least feel cared for, even if once every few moons."

Alicent pursed her lips, her big brown eyes peering up at him. "Would you travel to Dragonstone more often if they were yours?" She asked tentatively, gingerly setting the moon tea on the table and rising from her chair. He watched her, his arm encircling her waist when she grew closer, the soft fabric of her thin nightgown rubbing along his arm. "Or would you return to me as you so often do?"

(Y/N) chuckled breathily, his (E/C) eyes crinkling with amusement and his free hand rising to cup her cheek once more. He leaned in and kissed her gently, their eyes fluttering shut as they exchanged breaths. Alicent's arms slipped around his shoulders and pressed her body close to his, eager to soak up whatever she could before they'd be forced apart again by duty. The back of her hips met the side of the table and she leaned back against it, her leg lifting off the ground as her heel dug its way up his calf and thigh until she hooked her leg around his waist. 

"Do not go." She asked pleadingly when they pulled apart for air, her hold on his shoulders tightening briefly when he lifted her up and set her at the edge of the table. Her fingers tugged at the laces in the front of her dress and the sleeves went slack, slipping off her shoulders and threatening to go past her elbows. "You can correspond through ravens." She told him, the pout that'd formed on her lips being kissed away.

His hand slipped beneath her nightgown, forcing it upwards until it rested around her hips. He squeezed the flesh of her thigh where fading marks resided, his lips ghosting over her throat and collarbone. "I have visited Dragonstone plenty of times, Alicent. You have never been against it before." He reminded her, his lips pressing against the valley between her chest as the dress slipped further down until it fully pooled around her hips. 

Alicent's head tilted backward, her soft curls tumbling past her shoulders and grazing along the table. She braced her elbows against the smooth wood, unable to find any excuse apart from worry and a hint of jealousy but her inexplicable mind hardly allowed her to comprehend who exactly she was jealous of if tides shifted between the couple; Rhaenyra or her lover. Ser Harwin had passed some years prior and she'd heard little of Rhaenyra growing close to anyone else since then. It both filled her with dread and intrigue. 

"I have been against you allowing yourself to be seen playing father to those boys. She makes a mockery of you." Alicent said breathily, her legs parting and revealing herself as bare as the previous night when she'd gone to him in hopes of convincing him to remain in Dragonstone. It'd been a fruitless yet enjoyable attempt. 

"She makes a mockery of herself and her father." (Y/N) rebutted swiftly, his hands briefly leaving her thighs to unbutton his loose pants. 

A shuddering breath escaped Alicent when she felt him push inside, the act so familiar yet it still felt unknown to her. Viserys had never cared for her comfort or pleasure during acts of 'passion', only chasing his own pleasure whilst her mind drifted elsewhere. But in the arms of a lover who truly desired her, everything felt different. Every touch felt electrifying, every kiss left butterflies behind, and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up her spin. She remained mindful of the early hour in the morrow; many courtiers and servants had the habit of rising with the sun and traveling through the halls of the castle. 

Her arm curled around his neck when he buried his face into the nape of hers, her other hand digging into the fabric of his shoulder and crinkling it as her nails pressed through to his skin. Quiet and soft pants, sighs, and moans escaped her parted lips, her teeth digging into her lip whenever her voice edged toward a louder volume that would alert those passing by the doors to her bedchambers. She'd already instructed her trusted handmaiden to send away those who wished an audience but she'd hardly be a match for anyone alerted by the noise. 

Alicent's hand slapped down on the table, curling her fingers around the edge to stabilize herself and the creaking furniture. Part of her felt guilty for engaging in the sinful act of laying with another while bound by the vows of marriage; guilty for betraying the lingering love she held for Rhaenyra and the trust the kingdom had put upon her shoulders when she wed Viserys. She'd pray in the sept later in the day, asking to be absolved of her sins but the prince was too addicting to give up for Gods she found herself straying further and further away from. 

Her back arched with her abrupt high and he claimed her lips before she could cry out, muffling the noise and the ones that followed when he continued. She clung onto him, and perhaps clung to the idea he'd be tempted to remain at her side as well, the air escaping her lungs and legs caging around him in a tight hold. Her mind grew clouded from the pleasure and near overstimulation, filling her head with thoughts of carrying his child and finally giving him a proper heir to Runestone, but she would not sully him with another bastard as Rhaenyra had. Perhaps in another time, her children would've been his and they would've been happier far from the suffocating walls of the Keep.

She thought of that life often, and it plagued her when she watched his dragon disappear over the vast sea while the horrid taste of the moon tea danced on her tongue.

Despite having her darling sons to keep her company and the occasional visits from her uncle and young cousins.. nothing ever changed the heart-aching loneliness that'd clawed its way into Rhaenyra's chest following the Year of the Red Spring. She'd lost the three people closest to her, the few who knew her secrets and worries. It pained her to know she'd never feel Harwin's warm embrace or hear Laena's mischievous laughter or watch the way Laenor's eyes sparkled when he spoke of his lover. She had few friends in the Keep and even fewer on the isolated island of Dragonstone. 

Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around herself, the sleeves of her dress providing little warmth against the natural chill of Dragonstone from the sea breeze. She strode down the halls in contemplation, although she likely appeared more like a lost ghost forever forced to wander. The letter that'd arrived the previous day had been short and with little details but it'd been from her husband informing her of his arrival to visit 'the boys'. 

Her lips quirked and she sighed through her nose. 'The boys', always 'the boys' or 'your sons but never 'our sons' despite the fact he was the only father they'd ever known. Harwin had been forced to play the part of a friendly uncle figure, forced to watch his children scurry to the feet of a man who treated them with polite affection over genuine love. Rhaenyra hardly found blame within herself. He'd left her alone in the Keep after their wedding, and it'd only been through a letter begging him to return that he'd begrudgingly flown back to see her. The irritation on his face when she explained her newfound predicament- the possibility of being pregnant- had nearly enraged her but he agreed to pretend as if the boys had inherited their brown hair and softer features from his late mother. 

Her attention tugged away from her thoughts and onto the long shadow along the floor peeking out from the balcony, her step quickening slightly to have a peek at the person standing there. She smiled immediately upon seeing Luke with his arms braced against the stone railing and his head tilted toward the clouds in the direction of King's Landing, a bright sparkle in his vibrant eyes. She approached him, settling her hands over his shoulders as she pecked the back of his head. 

"Will you ask him, Mother?" Luke questioned, pressing himself further against the railing as he combed the clouds for any sign of (Y/N) or his dragon. 

"If you can travel with him to Runestone?" Rhaenyra chuckled at the barely contained excitement in his voice despite the ache and tug at her heartstrings. The mere thought of parting with her sweet boy filled her with longing, and they'd yet to even ask (Y/N) if it'd be alright. "I will ask him, Luke. I am certain he'll be more than pleased to show you Runestone and its many ports. You must pay close attention. You will rule it someday."

Luke grimaced at that. "Wouldn't that mean Father has died?" His head turned to peer up at her with those big striking eyes of his; eyes she'd never be able to deny, now more than ever when they reminded her of the shade of Harwin's. 

"Oh, my darling," Rhaenyra cooed, running her fingers through his soft curls. "Ruling does not always entail someone has died. Does Princess Rhaenys not rule Driftmark as her husband's regent while he recovers from his injury? If your... father were to fall ill or sustain an injury that confines him to his bed and you are of age, you would rule in his steed with the help of your great-uncle. You would rule if I were to fall ill and your father had to rule as regent in King's Landing." 

Her words seemed to ease Luke, his hair flopping lightly against his forehead when he nodded and his lips tugging into that smile of his that could brighten the dullest of days. They both turned toward the skies when a deepened screech echoed through the quiet afternoon air and they watched a large figure descend from the clouds and skim the water with its wings. Suvion released another cry when he drew closer, one that seemingly roused his mother and son. In the distance, Rhaenyra faintly made out Silverwing and Arrax's cries in response.

"Father!" Luke leaped away and hurried into the hallway, his feet slapping against the stone floor as he raced toward the entrance leading into Dragonmont. 

Taking a deep inhale, Rhaenyra released it in a sigh and followed after her son, hands clutching the deep red of her skirts and lifting the ends to quicken her pace. She couldn't help but chuckle at Luke's excitement despite the way her heart twisted at the knowledge he'd never have a chance to be excited over his real father. She caught Luke taking Joffery's small hand in his and tugging him further into the entrance of the cave system where (Y/N) would dismount, and found Jace lingering with twisted lips and sullen eyes.

"Jace," She called softly, releasing her skirts to place her hand on his arm. "Are you not excited to greet your father?"

"Is he excited to see us?" Jace asked glumly and Rhaenyra winced. "He has resided in King's Landing for days and has not spared us a single visit in moons. Must he make it any more obvious that we are of little importance to him?" 

Before Rhaenyra could respond, Jace stalked inside, ever the polite one even in his disappointment and anger. She sighed once more and followed him inside, squinting through the light pouring into the cave from the opening on the side and blinking until her eyes adjusted. (Y/N) climbed off Suvion and cooed quietly to his dragon as he slipped his gloves off, handing them to the nearby servant. Suvion chirped softly and dipped down, disappearing into one of the many tunnels within Dragonmont. 

Luke stopped a few feet away from him and dipped his head in respect before releasing Joffery's hand and lunging himself forward. He swung his arms around (Y/N)'s waist and pressed his cheek into his chest, a gleeful smile on his face. Little Joffery clumsily bowed as well and shuffled forward to cling onto (Y/N)'s leg. (Y/N) chuckled at their affection and patted Luke's head, murmuring some words Rhaenyra couldn't hear and leaning down to take Joffery into his arms. 

"Husband," Rhaenyra greeted when he approached, the word still foreign on her tongue despite the many years since their wedding. She hoped to remedy that for the sake of her sons and before loneliness could consume her whole. 

"Rhaenyra," (Y/N) nodded, his brows twitching at the use of his martial title but his face smoothed over into a polite smile when he turned to Jace and offered him Joffery. Rhaenyra felt thankful, in a way, that the years he'd spent attached to her father's hip had eased him into a calmer man. She feared what would have become of him if he'd only been raised by Daemon. 

Gingerly taking his little brother, Jace bowed his head, his lips pulled into a thin line. "My Prince." He greeted and Rhaenyra hoped her sharp inhale had gone unnoticed by her younger sons. "I hope your flight was well." 

"It was, though I am in need of a bath and some rest." (Y/N) told them, his hand brushing over Luke's head one last time before he slipped past them and began heading toward the castle. "I'll see you at supper." He called over his shoulder. 

Rhaenyra bit her inner cheek and spared her children a glance, her legs turning and catching up with her husband. She caught his arm and slipped hers around it, glancing over her shoulder at her boys. "Your belongings in the Sea Dragon Tower have been moved to my bedchambers." She told him quietly.

"And why so?"

"Because you are my husband." Rhaenyra scoffed. "Is that not reason enough? Must I get on my knees and beg for my husband to sleep in the same room as me?"

"You only wish to sleep in the same room as me when you are pregnant with another man's child, Rhaenyra. You ought to learn to ask for moon tea when you sleep with a lover. You've already doomed your two eldest." (Y/N) tugged his arm free from her hold, his lip curled slightly in irritation. "What is it now?"

"It is as I said. It is truly so absurd to desire time with the man I married or do you detest the idea so much you'd rather humiliate me by refusing?" Rhaenyra questioned, her voice rising in volume and eyes fiery as they both stalked toward her bedchambers. Servants clumsily bowed and stepped out of the way from them, their eyes wide with exchanged glances. "When will you grace us with an inch of maturity, I wonder, or will you forever act as a scorned child? It was your father whose ambition and loose tongue stripped him of his title as heir!" 

"It is amusing to hear you speak of maturity, Rhaenyra; it is like a jester speaking of dignity." (Y/N) spat back.

The doors to her apartments were opened hastily by the guard and swiftly shut behind them. (Y/N)'s strides were broken when he took a moment to observe his surroundings, only moving once he noticed the pitcher full of wine and filled a cup to the brim. Rhaenyra watched him drink from it, her chest heaving from her annoyance. She took a deep breath in hopes of calming herself and felt the emotion ease down whilst he rid himself of his riding clothes. 

"We recently learned of your long stay in King's Landing. They will question you as to why you have not come sooner... and I would like to know the answer, too. I know my father's health has been steadily worsening through the years but I doubt you are of any help to the maesters dedicated to ensuring he heals." Rhaenyra approached him from behind, her hands resting upon his shoulders and helping slip the undershirt off his body. She let it drop onto the pile of clothing on the floor and inched closer, the palms of her hands running along his warm skin. She felt a subtle small bump, her brows furrowing as she traced it and quickly recognized it as fading scratch marks. She stilled. "Unless there are other reasons for your visits..." 

He only exhaled through his nose and remained silent. Rhaenyra staggered backward at his lack of response, her widening eyes watching him shed the last of his clothing and step into the warm water within the tub. Her mind flickered through the various courtiers she recalled resided in the Keep prior to her departure to Dragonstone.

It was hypocritical, she knew, to grow so uneasy at the thought of him with another. He'd been indifferent to the years Harwin spent at her side and while she'd always wondered if he'd taken a lover of his own, she always believed it'd be someone from one of the lesser houses in the Vale over someone just a ride away. There were many beautiful ladies residing in the Keep but as always, Rhaenyra's mind lingered on her old friend. 

"I suspected the reason you never cared for Harwin was because you had your own lover waiting in Runestone... yet now I am led to believe that lover calls King's Landing home. What would Queen Alicent say, I wonder, if she grew to learn of your doings beneath her nose and watchful eyes? She's always been so righteous... I am certain even with the animosity between us, she'd ask of you to return to your wife." Rhaenyra swallowed thickly, watching him as he cleaned himself. "Who is it? You knew of mine, I wish to know of yours."

"I find it hard to understand you, Rhaenyra." He muttered. "You always pined for freedom and adventure yet accepted the title of heir; you defended your inheritance yet fled the Keep because of mere court gossip; you never longed for children yet allowed the seed of Breakbones to sprout life three times; you never desired this marriage yet now wish to keep me close after years. Who I lay with is of little interest to you when any other man would have found grounds for a divorce all those years ago."

"You never gave us a chance or have you forgotten you climbed atop Suvion the morrow after our wedding and abandoned me to be in Runestone?" A hot flash of anger jolted through her body, her fingers curling into fits. She often thought of that morning, of rising after a night of angry passion only to discover her new husband had left without a word. It'd been the only time they'd properly been with one another and she'd been left wondering if she'd disappointed him enough for him to believe the marriage was merely an inconvenience. 

"Would you have rather I missed the funeral of my mother?" (Y/N) shot her a glare over his shoulder and tossed aside the sponge, satisfied with his bath and rising to dry himself.

Rhaenyra's swift anger stilled, unable to stop her eyes from wandering. It'd been long since she'd last seen him fully undressed, and even then the memories of their only time together were a whirlwind. He'd always been a fine-looking prince, especially in his youth when he still carried the air of youthful arrogance befitting of a prince. He'd certainly grown into a handsome man, one with mixtures of Targaryen and Royce features that melted together perfectly. 

Rhaenyra forced herself to swallow the spiteful words ready on her tongue and she turned, retrieving a maroon-colored robe with golden designs and approaching him. He eyed her but nonetheless allowed her to help him dress. "I would have rather you spoken to me. I may have been.. reckless and rebellious in my youth but I would not have refused to accompany you. I could have been convinced into waiting for your return but you made your opinion clear. Did you truly never long for a wife all those lonely years in Runestone? Did you never long for.. what could have been?"

"We were children, Rhaenyra. I was a child forced into an abrupt marriage and then forced to deal with the passing of my mother while my family spoke of their suspicion of my father killing her. I had little time to think of a wife who disliked me when I had to learn to rule Runestone and sedate the thirst for revenge in my family. Perhaps these past few years I've thought of having true children that are mine but we've made our beds, Rhaenyra. What's done is done."

"You speak as if I am not still your wife." Rhaenyra released a huff of amusement, her hand smoothing over the front of the robe and feeling the soft fabric. Her fingers dipped beneath the robes and roamed until her thumb brushed over the trail of hair leading further down. He made a noise in the back of his throat but when he did nothing to push her away, Rhaenyra found victory. "I am still of childbearing age, (Y/N). I too have longed for a babe in recent times. I've desired a girl for much time now that Jace and Luke will soon be man-grown and beginning their own families." 

(Y/N)'s eyes jumped away from her, his brows slightly dipping together and jaw subtly ticking. She wondered if he thought of his lover and how she would react to the news, and Rhaenyra felt a hint of satisfaction despite the curiosity swirling around her chest. She wanted a name and a face to put to the woman who'd likely cloud her mind for the rest of her life. It'd always been expected of ladies to tolerate the mistresses of their husbands but Rhaenyra could hardly see herself allowing such a thing

"I am certain this is the very reason my lover did not wish for me to come here." (Y/N) sighed and Rhaenyra blinked at him, unable to comprehend why then he'd flown to Dragonstone if the person he did care about asked of him otherwise. Her heart fluttered at the possibilities. 

She pressed her hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, bringing her lips over his and sighing in relief as their lips moved together. "She will have to understand and bring herself to forgive," Rhaenyra said, already breathless and eager. It'd been so, so long since she'd last felt the touch of another. 

He grunted into her mouth when her fingers curled around him and pumped him slowly, delighting in the feeling of him fully hardening against her hand. She'd always been a lustful creature, she supposed, always hungering for the feeling of pleasure and power over someone else in such intimate acts.

(Y/N) had always been someone out of reach, both literally and figuratively, so having him shuddering against her and grazing his tongue against hers only fueled her desire. Rhaenyra savored each grunt, hiss, and needy kiss as she stroked him, running her fingers along the slit and coating her skin. 

Her dress loosened when he undid the laces at the back of her gown with expertise. She relished the quiet, muffled huff that left him when she retracted her hand to peel the sleeves off her arms and allow the dress to slump down at their feet with her undergarments quickly following. He leaned back to observe her, his eyes taking in the newfound curves of her body she'd obtained from age and multiple pregnancies. Much of the weight from bearing children had remained, remolding her body into something new and far from the girl he'd consummated his marriage with.

Rhaenyra grinned at the flicker of hunger in his eyes before the grin vanished with a gasp as he latched onto her neck and pulled her closer. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around him, quiet sighs and gasps leaving her with each nip and suckle at her throat. They stumbled back toward the bed and Rhaenyra pushed at his shoulders until he sat at the edge, parting briefly with each other before she settled on his lap. 

Cradling his face in her hands, she pressed another kiss to his lips. "Today and every day til I am with child, you are mine and mine alone."

[zeropro]

Hey, I was wondering. You've done some StarBee stuff here and there, and although I know you don't do a lot of romance stuff, I'm wondering if you still have any StarBee fanfic recs?

Your recs so far have been pretty good, and I'm wanting kinda wanting more of these two.

Actually, it doesn't even have to be romance or heavily romantic, just anything with the two interacting. I sorta have the same sentiment you have of them where Bee was my favourite character for a long time and I also like Starscream and just having the two interacting together is fun XD.

sure, here’s some ive enjoyed!

I already recomended this one but it’s my favorite so I have to include it: Ghostly Touch by Baird Crevan where Starscream gets attacked in his apartment and Bee can do little more than watch.

I usually dont recommend works with nsfw content in it, but You Remember Her Differently by funeralpigeon was a big inspiration to me for my Starscream: Origins fic. tw: SA, implied CSA

this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore by postapocolyptic cryptic, another one I’ve recced before but it’s so good

Perchance to Dream by galateaGalvanized has Windblade delving into Starscream’s mind in order to rescue him from his own self destructive escapism.

Tried to Wash You Away by ThunderstormandMemories is a short fic covering a conversation between ghost Bee and Scream.

Home is Where the Spark is by Replica of Divinity is a short but cute 300 word drabble

Another short one: Come Back to Me by MeinongsJungleBook

Choose Your Bot by Graceful Storyteller is a short but fun piece where Bee tries to set Starscream up with a partner

You make me feel like a shooting star by MeinongsJungleBook is another short one exploring how Starscream feels about having Bumblebee’s good influence in his life

Embraced by Spruudle has a touch averse Starscream requesting some cuddles from Bee and it’s very soft

I debated recommended this one cuz I feel like it’s a little above my reading level, but Photonic Bodies by FourthFloorWrites is a fascinating read.

Insecurities by EvalynnMesserli, StarWindBee threesome anyone?

Disbelief by ambustested is another one that explores Starscream’s insecurities about being with Bee, this time with more involvement from other bots

Melt Like Ice by tasmc, in which Bumblebee confesses his feelings to Starscream and Starscream has a really hard time accepting this

A little Speck of Color by RoboHippie sees Bumblebee processing his grief after Starscream sacrificed himself to defeat Unicron

In Simulacrum, Starscream’s the ghost this time and they read together. Implied past Megastar

When you’re sad and when you’re lonely and you havent got a friend by MeinongsJungleBook shows the moment Starscream’s ghost appears to Bee after the Unicron thing

Dreamcatcher by MeinongsJungleBook is as far as I can tell an IDW AU where eldrich dream entities are invading Cybertron. its a metaphor

Pick up All the Pins by postapocolyptic cryptid, in which Starscream has a nightmare and Windblade tries to help. also bee is there

A Lesson in Patience by deadlysoupy has Bumblebee making a surprise gift for valentines day but the secrecy makes Starscream paranoid

The Precipice of You and Me by deadlysoup, an Earthspark continuity fic taking place after season 3 believe it or not!

Bleeding Out for You by deadlysoup, in which Starscream and an injured Bumblebee are stuck underground together

A Silent Scream by theunseeliemperoress is a really good one that tackles themes of disability

And lastly I did start reading Too Far by rainoverthemountains, it’s a slow read so far but it does have some cute Trine Bee interactions, so I’d be remiss to not mention it

[jiraisupportgroup]

♡ Common Trigger Warnings & How Tumblr's Content Filtering Works ♡

♡ TLDR

• Trigger warnings are more important on Tumblr now because of the for you page. Tumblr will sometimes push posts of yours onto someone’s for you page without them having seen your blog, bio, or pinned post to know that your content may be triggering.

• When you filter a tag Tumblr will only block the exact tag you filter. For example if you filter just “ed”, posts tagged with “tw ed”, “cw ed”, “ed mention”, “ed implied”, or “ed related” will still be shown. This is why simple and easy to understand trigger warnings are important.

• Stating what the trigger warning is for is also important. If you just say “tw” we don’t know what the trigger is. It could be something we’re okay with or something that will trigger us, we have no way of knowing unless you say what it’s for.

• Trigger warnings that are designed to avoid filtration such as “tw sl3f h4rn” are not helpful. It’s very difficult to read and it is hard to filter. At that point you may as well have not put a trigger warning at all.

• You will not get banned for using the hashtags tw sh, tw sa, tw ed, tw ana, tw suicide, tw cut, or tw rape among others. It’s okay and desirable to use simple and to the point trigger tags.

• Below the read more I go into more detail about all this. I have compiled common trigger warnings by going through the tags and copying common ones I saw, I have also listed them out for easier copy and pasting if you want to filter them. I also show you how to access tumblr’s filtering page on desktop and mobile, as well as detailing exactly how the filtering system works.

♡ Why are trigger warnings important?

Trigger warnings help people avoid content that will trigger them, pretty straightforward. This helps everyone stay safe and prevents unwanted triggers from appearing on someone's dashboard unexpectedly. Overall, basic things don't really need trigger warnings, but photos or more graphic or detailed vents about topics such as sexual assault, self-harm, drug use, abuse, or disordered eating are helpful to have trigger warnings on, especially in communities based around mental health.

Stating what the trigger warning is for is also important! Most of the time people just want to avoid a few topics for their mental health. If you just put “tw” then we don’t know what the triggering topic is. It could be something we’re okay with, or it might not be. It’s like if I handed you an empty box and said “hey there is something in this box”, you would have no idea what is in there or if you want to open it or not. Not super helpful.

Back in the hay days of Tumblr before pinned posts or the for your page, a lot of us just put common trigger warnings for our blogs in our bios and left it at that because people typically had to look at your profile to follow you before they would see any triggering posts. If we were using public tags (like community tags such as #jiraiblr, or tags for media such as #dokidokiteratureclub) we would usually put a trigger warning on that as well since it widens the audience that would see it.

The introduction of Tumblr's For You Page has made trigger warnings more important on typical posts because any post you make can show up on someone's For You Page without them having seen your bio or pinned post. You can put trigger warnings in a pinned post, but sometimes Tumblr will show random posts of yours on other people's for you pages without them having seen anything about your blog before or knowing that your blog is triggering.

This is especially an issue in mental health-based communities. It is not uncommon for people to like one too many coquette aesthetic photos and then have pro-ed things show up on their for you page with no warning. This is why lately there has been a bigger push for proper trigger tagging on this website if you have a public account.

Tumblr also will only filter out the exact tag you filter. This means if you filter only "sh", posts tagged with "tw sh", "cw sh", "sh mention", or "sh implied" will still be shown in full. This is part of why people get frustrated when you use trigger warnings that are designed to avoid filtration. Sure if you put "tw 4n0r3x!4" on a post, you have technically provided a trigger warning, but it is difficult to read and difficult to filter, so people who need a trigger warning for discussions around anorexia may end up seeing and getting halfway through a post before even realizing it has that content.

There are some commonly accepted trigger warning short-hands or alternatives people use. I went through some of these tags and copied trigger warnings I saw used below, but I encourage people to try and keep it simple and easy to understand when you put trigger warnings on your posts.

Typically "tw sh" for self harm topics, "tw ed" or "tw ana" for discussions surrounding eating disordered eating or anorexia, "tw suicide". “tw sui” or "tw suicidial ideation" for topics surrounding suicide or suicidal ideation, and "tw sa" for discussions about sexual assault are okay. You don't need to censor those on this website. Tumblr will not delete your blog for using those tags I promise (I've used all of those trigger warnings multiple times on this blog).

♡ Common Trigger Warnings

I went through the tags and copied trigger warnings I saw being used, I also listed out ones to filter so you can copy and paste them to make it a little easier. For the most part, you should not have to filter all of these, but you might want to go at least 5 or 10 down the list to make sure anything is filtered because I saw a few posts where the only trigger tag was like "tw @n@m!@" which... I just actually sighed typing that out please just put tw ana or tw ed next time T-T it's much easier to type and also much more effective.

List of the trigger warnings above: sh, tw sh, cw sh, $h, tw $h, cw $h, sh related, tw sh related, cw sh related, self harm, tw self harm, cw self harm, $elf harm, tw $elf harm, cw $elf harm, s3lf harm, tw s3lf harm, cw s3lf harm, self h@rm, tw self h@rm, cw self h@rm, self h4rm, tw self h4rm, cw self h4rm, self harn, tw self harn, cw self harn, slef harm, tw slef harm, cw slef harm, cut, tw cut, cw cut, cuts, tw cuts, cw cuts, cvt, tw cvt, cw cvt, cvts, tw cvts, cw cvts, cvtblr, tw cvtblr, cw cvtblr, cutblr, tw cutblr, cw cutblr, shblr, tw shblr, cw shblr, $hblr, tw $hblr, cw $hblr, shblur, tw shblur, cw shblur, self mutilation, tw self mutilation, cw self mutilation, slef mutilation, tw slef mutilation, cw slef mutilation, self mut1lati0n, tw self mut1lati0n, cw self mut1lati0n, shtblr, tw shtblr, cw shtblr, shblr, tw shblr, cw shblr, shtwt, tw shtwt, cw shtwt, 988blr, tw 988blr, cw 988blr, styro, tw styro, cw styro, cvtting, tw cvtting, cw cvtting, cvtt!ng, tw cvtt!ng, cw cvtt!ng, cvtting is silly, styroblr, tw styroblr, cw styroblr, styr0blr, tw styr0blr, cw styr0blr, cat scratches, tw cat scratches, cw cat scratches, beans, tw beans, cw beans, b3ans, tw b3ans, cw b3ans, be@ns, tw be@ns, cw be@ns, cvtspo, i love cvtting. sui, tw sui, cw sui, su1, tw su1, cw su1, sewercide, tw sewercide, cw sewercide, sewer slide, tw sewer slide, cw sewer slide, sewerslidal, tw sewerslidal, cw sewerslidal, suic1de, tw suic1de, cw suic1de, $uicide, tw $uicide, cw $uicide, sui implied, tw sui implied, cw sui implied, sui ideation, tw sui ideation, cw sui ideation.

For self-harm topics, I recommend filtering: sh tw sh cw sh sh tw $h tw $h $h tw cw $h cut tw cut cw cut cvt tw cvt cw cvt cuts tw cuts cw cuts cvts tw cvts cw cvts cvtblr cutblr shblr shedblr That should filter out most of the content. Spaced out for easier copy / pasting.

For suicidal ideation, I recommend triggering: sui tw sui sui tw cw sui suicide tw suicide cw suicide suicide tw sui ideation tw sui ideation cw sui ideation sui mention tw sui mention cw sui mention sui mention tw $ui tw $ui cw $ui $ui tw su1cide tw su1cide cw su1cide su1cide tw. That should filter out most of the content. Spaced out for easier copy / pasting.

List of the trigger warnings above: ed, tw ed, cw ed, ed tw, 3d, tw 3d, cw 3d, 3d tw, edblr, tw edblr, cw edblr, edblr tw, ed not sheeran, 3d not sheeran, shedblr, tw shedblr, cw shedblr, shedblr tw, restriction, tw restriction, cw restriction, restriction tw, r3striction, tw r3striction, cw r3striction, r3striction tw, ed blog, tw ed blog, cw ed blog, ed blog tw, 3d blog, tw 3d blog, cw 3d blog, 3d blog tw, ed bl0g, tw ed bl0g, cw ed bl0g, 3d bl0g tw, skinii, tw skinii, cw skinii, skinni, tw skinni, cw skinni, ana, tw ana, cw ana, ana tw, anamia, tw anamia, cw anamia, anamia tw, @.na, tw @.na, cw @.na, @.na tw, @.n@, tw @.n@, cw @.n@, ana diet, tw ana diet, cw ana diet, @.na diet, tw @.na diet, cw @.na diet, ana di3t, tw ana di3t, cw ana di3t, ana d13t, di3ting, tw di3ting, cw di3ting, 4na, tw 4na, cw 4na, 4n4, tw 4n4, cw 4n4, 4nor3xia, tw 4nor3xia, f@st, tw f@st, cw f@st, f@sting, tw f@sting, cw f@sting, proana, tw proana, cw proana, pr0ana, tw pr0ana, cw pr0ana, pro@na, tw pro@na, cw pro@na, pro@n@, tw pro@n@, cw pro@n@, mia, tw mia, cw mia, mia tw, mi@, tw mi@, cw mi@, m!a, tw m!a, cw m!a, m!a tw, m!@, tw m!@, cw m!@, m!@ tw, m1a, tw m1a, cw m1a, 34t1ng d1s0rd3r, tw 34t1ng d1s0rd3r, 34t1ng d1s0rd3r tw, anablr, tw anablr, cw anablr, @.nablr, tw @.nablr, @.n@blr, tw @.n@blr, cw @.n@blr, ana y mia, ana boot camp, th1n, ⭐️ving, tw ⭐️ving, ⭐️vation, tw ⭐️vation, ⭐️ve, tw ⭐️ve, light as a feather, thinspo, thinspiration, thinspro, thinsp0, th1nsp0, th1nspo, thinspro, th1nspro, th1nspr0, thin$po, th1n$po, th1n$p0, thinspø, skinandbones, skin and bones, rexie, r3x13, r3xie, rex13, th1nblr.

For eating disorder content I recommend filtering: tw ed ed cw ed ed tw ana tw ana cw ana ana tw edblr shedblr ed but not sheeran tw ed but not sheeran ed not sheeran thinspo th1nsp0 ana y mia 3d tw 3d cw 3d 3d tw meanspo thinspro 3dblr anamia proana pro ana That should filter out most of the content. Spaced out for easier copy / pasting.

(NOTE: the trigger warnings listed here that begin with @ symbols I had to put periods in to avoid tagging random accounts. The tags will NOT have those periods you will need to remove those if you filter them I am very sorry for the inconvenience.)

List of the trigger warnings above: sa, tw sa, cw sa, sa tw, s@, tw s@, cw s@, s@ tw, $a, tw $a, cw $a, $a tw, s4, tw s4, cw s4, s4 tw, csa, tw csa, cw csa, csa tw, c$a, tw c$a, cw c$a, c$a tw, ca4, tw cs4, cw cs4, cs4 tw, c$4, tw c$4, cw c$4, c$4 tw, hypersexual, hypers3xual, rape, tw rape, cw rape, rape tw, rape mention, tw rape mention, cw rape mention, r@pe, tw r@pe, cw r@pe, r@pe tw, rap3, tw rap3, cw rap3, rap3 tw, r@p3, tw r@p3, cw r@p3, r@p3 tw, csem, tw csem, cw csem, csem tw, cs3m, tw cs3m, cw cs3m, cs3m tw, c$3m, tw c$3m, cw c$3m, c$3m tw, suggestive, tw suggestive, cw suggestive, suggestive tw, sugg3stive, tw sugg3stive, cw sugg3stive, sugg3stive tw, sugg3st1ve, sugg3s!ve, incest, tw incest, cw incest, incest tw, inc3st, tw inc3st, cw inc3st, inc3st tw, ince$t, tw ince$t, cw ince$t, ince$t tw, inc3$t, tw inc3$t, cw inc3$t, inc3$t tw.

For sexual assault content, I recommend filtering: sa tw sa sa tw cw sa $a tw $a $a tw $@ tw $@ cw $@ $@ tw csa tw csa cw csa csa tw c$a tw c$a cw c$a c$a tw c$@ tw c$@ c$@ tw csem cs3m tw csem tw cs3m rape tw rape cw rape rape tw rape mention tw rape mention cw rape mention sa implied tw sa implied sa mention tw sa mention That should filter out most of the content. Spaced out for easier copy / pasting.

For a lot of the sexual theme content trigger warnings, there aren't too many alternatives I saw people using. Most people tagged the posts with exactly what was going on, so you should be able to just filter out specific things you don't want to see without too much hassle.

♡ How does filtering content on Tumblr work?

When you filter content on Tumblr you have two options: filtering tags, or filtering content.

♡ Filtering Tags.

When you filter a tag, any post tagged with tag you filter will be blocked, and Tumblr will show what tag is blocking the post from being shown. It will look something like this:

If the post has multiple tags that you have blocked, it will not list all the blocked tags; it will just pick one blocked tag to show you. Additionally, it will only filter the exact tag you filter. So if you have tw sh filtered but the post is only tagged with sh, it will not filter that.

♡ Filtering Content.

When you filter content, any post tagged with the words you filtered will be blocked, and Tumblr will show what words are blocking the post. It will look something like this:

If there are multiple words or phrases it will just pick one to show you. I recommend filtering tags over filtering content, since the content will only be filtered if someone says the thing that you filtered in that post.

♡ How to add filters

♡ On mobile:

Click on the "account" icon

Click on the little settings gear in the top right corner

Click on "General Settings"

Click on "Filtering"

You can now add any tags or content you want to filter!

♡ On desktop:

On the left-hand side of the screen click on "settings"

Scroll down until you see the "Content You See" section. Here you can add any tags or content you want to filter.

Alright! That's about it, hopefully all of that made sense and was helpful in some way!

In short: tag things with simple and easy to understand tags especially if you’re using community tags, you can filter tags or content you don't want to see, and we all have to work together to make this a safe space for everyone!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I hope this was helpful! Stay safe guys, love you!!

[hazbinned]

Valentino had succumbed to a series of uncontrollable (albeit low) giggles, red eyes screwed shut behind rose-tinted glasses. This felt similar to being knocked to the ground by a big, slobbery dog who had a mind for nothing but licking you, except slightly more painful.

The moth playfully writhed around, still laughing even as the spider lapped at him with his tongue and bit into his shoulder.

"Ma-ha-make you?" Val gasped, popping open an eye to look at him.

He could easily push off the ground and flip the spider onto his back. But did he want to? They were having fun, the two of them and their freakish nature. And maybe he was even enjoying his own feigned helplessness.

Still... he couldn't resist a challenge, and there was no challenge like "make me."

The pimp smirked, and pushed up with the elbows of his second row of arms, and then with the first. Once he was more sitting than laying (with the ravenous spider still in his lap), he flipped Angel onto his back. Snappy, fast... and gentle.

Four black and purple arms reached out to pin the arachnid to the ground, one almost (but not quite) going for his chest fluff.

Valentino loomed over him, golden necklace dangling over Angel's face.

"You nasty little thing," he chided, glancing once at his own shoulder and pulling a fake grossed out face. "Look at what you've done to me. I'm all slimy and eugh. And you may as well have just taken my shirt off... a punishable offense, no?"

He leaned in, almost nose-to-nose.

"What am I to do with you?"

The moth's breath was like warmth on a winter's morning. His glinting false tooth was like staring at the sun as it reflected off metal. His grin was like a Cheshire cat's.

The difference between right now and anytime in the past, however, was that Valentino was waiting. The smile on his face was sly and teasing, but not malicious, even with the pheromone oozing from his mouth.

He wasn't groping Angel, nor maliciously ripping Angel's clothes off.

He was stalling until he got the go-ahead.

"Make me!"

Something Angel was used to saying with a certain heat behind it, now spluttered between giggles as his teeth grazed Val's skin. Not hard, mind you. He was already pushing his luck, and he wasn't going to ruin the moment by actually hurting the Overlord. Instead, he bit just hard enough for there to be pressure without pain - a definitive gotcha. After a moment, his tongue joined the party, licking wildly and without objective. He had promised slurping, after all.

Val's shove only redirected the spider to his now-exposed shoulder, where he continued his biting-and-licking double whammy and tried (and failed) to catch Val's wrist without looking. Even if he had, he knew damn well he wasn't strong enough to hold him back. In fact, Val could easily throw the porn star off him if he really wanted to.

And yet, here Angel was: straddling Valentino, playfighting with him and winning.

Val liked him. And that was his real superpower.

[ladystoneboobs]

idt we talk enough about how a song of ice and fire is also the song of incest and cannibalism. i mean, sure, obviously both of those subjects are noted as present, but the saga feels much more known for its incest, which idt is fair or accurate to the later materiel. iirc, jaime fucking cersei next to their dead firstborn is the last instance of onpage incest happening in present tl, and after that it's all about the cannibals, baby.

(disclaimer: cw/tw sa, cw/tw rape, and i'm not counting cousincest as that's normal in-world even for non-targaryens and also still legal in many places in our world today, nor counting the faux-incestuous freudian mess that is littlefinger/alayne(sansa)/sweetrobin, nor any dark humor jokes and/or unfulfilled threats wrt forced cannibalism)

in fact pretty much all the active incest during the present tl happens in those first 3 books:

the twincest as a major plot point ofc, kicking action off when bran saw them fucking in a tower

and viserys creeping on dany and twisting her nipple

tyrion relating his backstory to bronn wherein he and tysha were both raped by proxy by his father, tywin (tho tyrion does not use that terminology)

craster still being alive to rape and impregnate his own daughters (resulting in dozens of forced incestuous relationships)

and theon unknowingly groping his own sister while she (knowingly) groped him in return

jaime's early pov recalled how he shut up cersei with kissing when they fought after bran refused to die

bella of stoney sept trying and failing to seduce gendry who is (unbeknownst to them both) her half-brother as both were sired by robert baratheon (only example in these 3 books where incest was averted before any sexual activity or incestuous contact occurred)

the aforementioned sept twincest next to joffrey's corpse

tyrion learning from oberyn about cersei twisting his penis when he was a baby

cersei's failed attempt to seduce jaime in wst, pulling out his dick for either a bj or hj until her talk of tyrion's death made him lose his boner

while incest is not exactly absent from the text after that, it seems to exist in the feastdance only in hypotheticals or past memories:

aeron's trauma flashbacks of his (implied only in published text) csa by euron

jaime still feeling lust when seeing cersei nude

and her fond reminiscing about them fucking behind robert's back/brief dream of them as a married couple before her walk of shame

victarion misinterpreting asha's offer of partnership as a marriage proposal and suddenly looking at his niece in a new way with "his manhood beginning to stiffen"

jaime's recollection of fucking cersei at darry next to robert as he was passed out drunk before cersei sent him to hunt arya (which would have happened back in agot and the point of this scene is more his failed hunt for a child just to make cersei happy)

arianne's "uneasy" memory of a past fantasy about being seduced by a man whose description is suspiciously similar to her late uncle oberyn

the aborted marital match of aegon/young griff to his purported aunt dany

illyrio saying (the now dead) viserys tried to rape dany the night before her wedding to drogo (another event from agot concerning a guy we already knew was into incest)

and tyrion once saying he wanted to rape as well as murder cersei

conversely, the cannibalism in the earlier books is most often only unproven hypotheticals alluded to as possible cannibalism:

old nan saying the others fed their dead servants the flesh of human children (which we have not yet seen with any wights so far, whether or not one counts walking undead eating human flesh as straight-up cannibalism)

the mystery meat in flea bottom's bowls o' brown which may or may not contain symon silver tongue after tyrion had him killed

renly's recollection that cressen kept stannis from catapulting their old master-at-arms by saying they may need to eat him later (which did not come to pass thanks to davos)

joffrey telling his people to eat their own dead (with no way of knowing if any actually did)

lady hornwood eating her own fingers

the mentions of the ice river clans being the cannibals beyond the wall (who are def not among the free folk jon snow gets to know onpage, making it just background detail)

bran's (possibly mythical) story of the rat cook

and biter chewing on people he attacked and other corpses (which seems to be just a side hobby connected to his killing method moreso constituting a snack than a full meal from a person butchered for meat. this tendancy of his is just background detail in acok, with biter chewing a corpse in the background after the weasel soup operation, and the hindsight implication that it could well have been him rather than dogs or wolves who had "been at" the corpses after the skirmish where yoren was killed)

while the feastdance feels much more in your face with cannibalism, having not only more total mentions of the practice but also more confirmed, actual cannibalism (as opposed to the ambiguity of each and every bowl o' brown), for those who know how to look at the evidence:

jaime learned that his father's mad dog aka the mountain fed parts of vargo hoat to all his prisoners (including vargo himself) after recapturing harrenhal

jaime then recalled tales of danelle lothston presiding over feasts of human flesh in harrenhal

and euron bragged about pulling a similar trick with the warlocks he captured (the only twist being that the warlocks knew what they were being forced to eat, which vargo hoat and wylis manderly etc at harrenhal likely didn't)

the elder brother of the quiet isle told of biter eating all of a woman's breasts at saltpans after she'd been raped and killed (prob the largest amount of flesh biter's confirmed to have eaten from one corpse)

bran and co. ate "pig" supplied by coldhands which had to be long pig aka human meat

brienne felt her face being eaten by biter in her own pov (which is so much worse than him chewing others in the background of the weasel soup scene)

theon was told that two ironmen at moat cailin were found eating their dead comrades

the astapori were said to eat their own dead while under siege by the yunkishmen

and then were said to do so again in refugee camps outside meereen

sam and davos sailed past skagos and each remembered stories of skagosi cannibalism

khrazz the pit fighter cut the hearts from his defeated foes to eat them

cotter pyke's last letter to jon snow said the wildlings were eating their own dead at hardhome

4 of stannis's men were executed by burning for butchering and eating dead men (with asha wondering how many others had done so without being caught)

and ofc the frey pies with wyman manderly having his 3 former guests killed and serving their meat to their own kin and the other guests at ramsay's wedding while eating some himself too

two of these examples (involving gregor clegane and euron greyjoy) must have actually happened during the course of asos, but grrm chose to give us the gruesome details in affc, which was brand new information about men we already knew were villains but did not know were into that fucked-up shit specifically, unlike being reminded that agot-era jaime and viserys wanted to fuck their sisters. it's as if after craster was killed and jc effectively broke up grrm decided cannibalism was the taboo subject matter he would fill the later books with, so we'd really feel the increasing danger of starvation-induced cannibalism with winter's arrival (and have no trouble believing rickon's new home of skagos really is a cannibal island). however, in-universe it feels like there's some sort of environmental balance connection so that the decrease in one formerly common behaviorial abomination just allows another such abomination to fill in the gap with a sharp increase in activity, like deer overpopulation resulting from lack of predators as if all the active incest somehow stopped more people from eating themselves or other people.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Imagine how fucked up the situation would get if crowmom y/n got pregnant and due to the stress of being clipped and forced to stay in the manor causes her to have a miscarriage

(For more spice, they only found out she was pregnant after the miscarriage)

Sorry this took so long to upload, I've been so busy and my motivation has been in the pits but lately I've been feeling better so I hope to post more often!

Birds of a Feather

Pt.2

(Yandere Batfam x Meta Crowmom Reader)

!!TW!! Implied SA!! Cursing!! Mentions of Cheating!! Gore!! Death!! This is an AU!!

The Manor was more oppressive than ever, your freedom was selfishly stripped away from you the day your supposed "family" made the irreversible decision to clip your wings. A normal bird's flight feathers would grow back, but yours were special... they were yours and they took that away from you. You often fantasized about flying freely in the wind once more, but every time you awoke in the same stuffy room loosing more feathers from stress by the day.

Bruce and the children noticed how haggard you had become, your once joyful chaotic energy had dimmed down into something solemn and resigned. Bruce had become increasingly more worried for your wellbeing, what could he do to make his precious wife back to normal? He recalled how everything fell apart upon Damien's arrival, maybe you were simply distraught how he let another unworthy woman carry his child. No worries, it was an easy fix, he'd just give you a child. You were always so good with children and having a child with him was your most wished for dream. He was too busy and ignorant before but now he sees the stupidity in his past actions, he really took you for granted, but it's no problem now since he'll fix everything.

Bruce forcing intimacy was a nightmare, what you would've happily accepted in the past now felt like a violation. Every time he held you down whilst forcing his unwanted touch upon you felt like some cruel unrelenting punishment. He was so achingly sweet afterwards, cuddling and kissing you so lovingly, as if he hadn't just ripped your soul into shreds.

Finding out what you were pregnant was a nightmare, you wanted to rip your skin from your flesh from how dirty you felt. Your "family" on the other hand were over the moon. Bruce hosted a massive party celebrating the pregnancy and all of the children were on their best behavior catering to your every need, even Jason and Damien who were usually more fiery made sure not to stress you with their usual antics. You felt like a joke sitting on Bruce's lap all dressed up like some porcelain doll. In a way you were like a doll, you had your freedom stripped from you, leaving you at the whims of your delusional husband and children.

Despite all of this, you wouldn't dare blame the innocent child growing in your stomach. This sweet baby was everything you had ever wanted, someone to care for and raise as your own. You spent all of your married life caring for other people's children and now you could finally care for your own. This bond you had with this small being is already stronger than you could ever imagine, you often fantasized about raising the small child. Your baby would be like you... you could teach them how to fly although you could no longer fly yourself and be there for their first molt, the thought alone excited you to no end.

The family noticed how lively you've now become with you scrambling about to create a comfortable nest, but you had also become more territorial.

When Dick tried joining you to build your new nest, even bringing some trinkets he knew you'd like, you squawked angrily at him, puffing out your feathers and flapping your wings to shoo him away. Dick ran and cried in his room after that, how could his own mother throw him out like that! Not like he threw her out of his room when she tried confiding in him about some of her worries.

Next when Jason tried visiting you, you only ignored him, preferring to focus on making everything perfect for your future child. Jason left the room dejected and spent the rest of the day sulking in his apartment. Not like he ignored you when you were clearly stressed and distraught after Damien came and Bruce's affairs were revealed.

Tim was a bit smarter with his approach, making a little perch for his future sibling. He smugly bragged to the rest of his siblings about how his spent quality time with you building the perch into the room, even though the entire time you didn't speak to him once. Much like the silence he showed when you were looking for any support when everything began going south.

When Damien came to spend some time with you, arrogantly spouting about how he deserved to help out because he was your child's only true blood sibling, you actually spoke to him. He felt joy rush through his veins until he actually processed your words.

"Could you please tell your mother to stop trying to assassinate me, once my child is born I don't want them in any sort of danger."

Damien felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest, wasn't he your child too? Even though he was the very same child who constantly spat viciously on how a monster like you would never be his mother. Not to mention how Talia dare try to kill his precious mother, oh now he was livid, you were a better mother than she could ever hope to be.

Bruce was the most confused, you would think as your husband and the father of your child that he'd be right there with you every step of the way, but you wouldn't give him the light of day. Every time he'd try to get close you'd scratch and bite at him, cawing defensively as you reared your talons, ready to attack. Eventually he had to take action, you were his precious wife and that was his child you were carrying, he had a right to be right by your side. He made the mistake of pushing you away once and that was a mistake he is not willing to make ever again.

You felt like a filthy animal, Bruce had you muzzled and your talons clipped as if you were some dangerous unpredictable dog. What was worse was that now Bruce and the others could smother you with their unwanted affections without you being able to do a thing about it. Alfred wasn't much help either since the man constantly supported Bruce's overbearing actions. The stress from constantly being put in awkward and unwanted situations was piling up and you no longer had the ability to soar through the breathtaking skies that always took your worries away.

Tensions were building up and it was only a matter of time till the explosive climax will come to smash everything into pieces once more. That day came soon... unfortunately too soon...

Your due date was coming soon but your excitement was overshadowed by the discomfort your overbearing family constantly brought, and that particular day Talia had partnered with Selina to take you down. The possibility of another blood child of Bruce threatened Damien's position as heir and Selina was just bitter about how Bruce threw her and their thrilling affair away for some ugly crow woman, you were never a problem before so why only now is Bruce so worried about y'all's relationship...

You were not prepared for what they had planned. They gathered all of the manor's crows to lure you, they knew that those crows and your child were the only things that now held your heart. It was the dead of night, the batfam were out on patrol and Alfred was out visiting his daughter, and you were drawn to the fearful cawing of your closest friends. You followed the sounds, desperate to save your loyal friends, when you were trapped into the garden shed. You were horrified to see your long time friends mutilated and torn, their wings ripped to shred, their legs twisted and broken, some weren't even breathing. You fell to your knees in despair, you were so distraught you didn't even notice your assailants slowly creeping out of the shadows, their weapons poised and ready to attack. The next moments were a blur of screams and agony, each swing of swords and each shot of bullets piercing your skin left you writhing on the ground in pain. the last thing you remember before passing out was the furious look on Cat Woman's face as she spat at you,

"You fucking bitch, did you really think some boring tramp like you deserves to carry Bruce's child, to be his wife?! There's a reason why he was unfaithful and there's a reason why none of your 'children' never cared. You're a nobody and yet you act like you deserve a thing! I saw those claw marks you left on Bruce's arm, how fucking dare you! You don't deserve him and even now you don't appreciate the god of a man you have! In a way I'm doing Bruce a favor by getting rid of you."

She laughed cruelly before one single powerful kick to your stomach sealed your fate and the unfortunate fate of your unborn child.

Bruce and the kids came home to an empty manor and immediately they sensed something was wrong. They split up to search for you, the unnerving feeling that something was horribly wrong becoming undeniable. Dick was the first one to stumble across the shed, the twisted corpses of crows surrounding your mutilated body left him speechless.

"I... I found her..."

His voice was shaky and weak as it played through the earpieces of the others. Soon everyone arrived to the shed and their eyes laid upon the horrifying sight. Bruce wasted no time in rushing to side of his bloodied wife. Relief shot through his body as he felt your faint breathing, but he knew he didn't have much time. He sped through the city to the closest hospital he could find, he didn't care if the kids were following or that the fact that his wife was a meta would be revealed, the only thing in his mind was to make sure you'd survive.

The next few hours were terrible, no one knew if you were even still alive and the doctors wouldn't let them in the room with you since you were immediately rushed into emergency surgery. while most of the family were pacing the room with worry, Damien sat in the waiting room seat horrified. Is this what you were worried about when you asked him to tell Talia to stop trying to kill you... He watched the security tape Tim had recovered from the camera in the shed. Those men... they were clearly under the Al Ghuls... not to mention Selina was there too. It's obvious why this had happened, he should've listened to your request instead of sulking about how the child in your belly seemed to be getting more attention than him. He knows his input wouldn't have convinced someone as stubborn and cruel as Talia, but he should've seen this coming... he should've tried to prevent this...

their worries were finally put to rest once a doctor emerged from the room to tell them the news, you had survived but unfortunately the child in your stomach died due to blunt force trauma. The family were horrified and Bruce was distraught, they rushed into your room, they needed to see you. Bruce never experienced this pain before, he never once had to worry about the birthing process since all of his children were adopted and Damien was born without his knowledge, but with you it was different... you were his wife and this child was the product of your shared love even if you were forced so losing this child struck him like nothing else had. His poor innocent child lost and your pure soul forever shattered because of the petty jealousy of his past affairs. He had a moral code when dealing with criminals, but when you mess with his wife and child... some things can be overlooked... and seeing the grim expressions of the others he knew they were thinking the same thing...

"Don't worry my love... we'll make sure this will never happen again..."

Divider credits: popmilky and k1ssyoursister and thecutestgrotto

Author's Note: Again so sorry for the random absence I hope this somewhat makes up for it.😅😅😅 Anyways sorry for not including any of the girls or Duke, I still don't know how exactly to write their personalities just yet but if I do a part 3 I'll try to include them. Well, like always thank you all for reading and I hope y'all have a good day/night!🫶🫶🫶

[deja-you]

Starling: Act V

bucky barnes x reader

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word count: 2.5k

summary: Bucky burns pancakes. You malfunction mid-flirt. The both of you finally trauma dump. Sam shows up with important news.

tw: Trafficking (past, referenced), sexual assault (implied)

Early the next morning, Bucky stirs on the couch when morning light slips through the curtains. He’s curled awkwardly under a blanket that’s too small and smells like you. He blinks up at the ceiling – unfamiliar, but warmer than his own apartment. 

The distant sound of your steady breathing in the other room reassures him. He’s careful when he moves, not wanting to wake you or Alpine (who has migrated up to snuggle against your shoulder). 

He’s folding up his blanket and watching you carefully. You’re still here. Still sleeping. Still breathing. He told you he wouldn’t leave and he meant it. 

Bucky slips out into the hallway to head back to his apartment. He’s halfway to his door when a voice calls behind him.

“Long night, Barnes?” 

Soraya’s standing in her doorframe still in slippers, sipping from a Hex the Patriarchy! mug. Hair wrapped in a colorful silk scarf. Dark eyebrows raised. 

Bucky freezes like a teenager caught sneaking home.

“S’not what it looks like.”

“Sure it’s not. You keep saying that. Eventually I might believe you.”

“I was on the couch,” he tries. 

“Mmhmm.” 

Soraya takes a long sip from her mug, unconvinced. 

“Just going to shower,” he mutters.

“I’d suggest holy water.”

She raises her mug to him and disappears inside. Bucky sighs and slips into his apartment. 

Shortly after, Bucky’s cleaned up and changed. Hair damp. T-shirt soft and worn. He carries a small grocery bag (milk, eggs, blueberries). Your apartment is still quiet, but Alpine is awake now.

She hops off the couch and chirps at him, tail held high. 

“She’s still asleep?” Bucky asks. 

Alpine chirps in reply. 

Bucky makes his way into the kitchen and starts making pancakes. He’s not good at it. Burns the first three. Doesn’t stop trying. The smoke detector goes off. 

He curses under his breath and grabs a kitchen towel, urgently waving it under the smoke detector until it stops beeping. 

Alpine watches him from the counter. 

“You’re judging me. I can feel it.” 

He keeps the least-burned batch warm in the oven, the rest he keeps for himself. 

You enter the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes, and pause in the doorway. Bucky, in your kitchen, flipping something with focus and tension like it’s a bomb he’s disarming. 

“You trying to burn the place down, or is that just your cooking style?” You yawn.

“You want perfect pancakes or not?” 

“I want you to stop setting off the smoke detector.” 

He hands you a mug of coffee. A peace offering. You sip and watch him work. He gestures to a small plate of mediocre pancakes. 

“They’re… edible.”

“You’re lucky I’m emotionally vulnerable, Barnes,” you say, adding on, “and low on blood sugar.” 

He doesn’t argue, simply sets a plate in front of you and retrieves his own. You both eat, leaning on the counter. You’ve taken over the speakers already and music plays softly between the two of you. Alpine places a paw on Bucky’s vibranium arm, meows, and looks longingly at his plate of pancakes. He sneaks her a bite. 

“You’re such a pushover.” 

He shrugs.

“She’s small and manipulative. Like someone else I know.” 

You share the silence while you continue eating.

“Thanks for staying,” you say quietly.

“Told you I would,” he responds, not looking up.

You nudge his arm gently and he lets it linger. 

“So what’s the plan today?”

“Eat. Rest. Keep the cat alive.” 

You feel a small smile tugging at your lips. “Big goals.” 

-

It’s a few days post-mission and Bucky is much more familiar with your apartment. He’s still sleeping on the couch – unofficially moved in. You’ve told him it’s not necessary to stay, he didn’t respond, just never left. He finds a new, bigger blanket for him on the couch one day. Neither of you address it. 

The same way neither of you have brought up that night, but everything has changed since it. You can still feel the cool touch of vibranium against the skin of your neck when you close your eyes. You can’t be thinking about him like this. He’s your best friend. 

You’re on your knees fixing a drawer in your kitchen that sticks. You’re half under the counter, using a butter knife to wiggle loose a warped track. Bucky’s helping. And by helping, that means leaning against the counter watching you with a judgemental expression. 

“What, you don’t think I know what I’m doing?” 

“Oh, I know you don’t.” 

You grunt. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

A beat. 

He doesn’t respond. You twist to look at him. 

“You always stand around looking that good, or is this just a handyman fantasy I’ve walked into?” You give him a mischievous smile, expecting him to freeze. Maybe roll his eyes and call you ridiculous. 

He doesn’t. 

Instead he pushes himself off the counter and joins you underneath the counter. Calm. Sure. Eyes steady. He hands you the screwdriver that you had refused earlier. His voice comes out low and smooth. 

“Only when there’s a chance I might get my hands dirty.” 

Now he’s the one wearing a smug smirk. He continues. 

“If I’m already on my knees in your kitchen, might as well make it worth your while. 

You stare. Speechless. Eyes widen. Mouth hanging open ever so slightly. Actually flustered.

“What? You start it – I just finish things.” 

Your cheeks are warm. “You’re… I–shut up.” 

“You short circuiting, Birdie?” He’s grinning. 

“No. Just… buffering. I–I hate you.” 

“Nah, you like the view.” 

Your eyes narrow at him. “You’re banned. From kitchens. Forever.” 

He laughs, a low warm sound that you can feel heating your skin. Bucky pulls himself from out under the counter and moves to the stove to start dinner.

“Then you’re on your own to fix that drawer.” 

Later that evening, dinner’s done. Music is low. Candles flicker like they’re trying not to eavesdrop. It’s one of those nights. 

You’re both seated on the floor, backs against the couch, legs stretched out, your usual distance narrower than it used to be. There’s a kind of gravity to the quiet now. A familiarity. 

You twist your fork around in your hand mindlessly. A nervous tic. He watches you, not in a tense, assessing way he used to, but with a gentleness that says you can take your time. 

“You know how a cage doesn’t have to look like one?” You say softly. 

You don’t look at him when you speak. Bucky just listens. You don’t tell it like a story, just letting it out in pieces. No tears. Not this time. Just quiet, factual wreckage. Like pressure escaping through a crack.

“His place was gold. And velvet. Soft hands and silk collars. But it was like a lock clicking shut in your chest every time he smiled.”

You pause. Swallow. Take a breath. Repeat. Bucky doesn’t move.

“I was seventeen when I got taken. Nineteen when I stopped counting. I think it was easier not knowing how old I was. Virell kept a collection. His Menagerie, he called it. Girls like me. Stolen, trained, displayed. He had rules. Smile. Kneel. Don’t speak unless spoken to. And I was his prized bird, called me Starling. Said I had the right shape for the cage.” 

You’re tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt now. Voice steady, but it shakes around the edges. You continue to tell him about the Menagerie. About the girls there. And what they did to them. You tell him how you got out one night when everything went wrong – or right. You don’t know. You tell him how you ran and how you never stopped running. 

“I thought he was dead,” you admit. “Thought that maybe–just maybe–I was finally free. Finally safe. Until I saw that file in your kitchen.” 

You don’t look at him when you say it, afraid of what his face might show. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. Quiet, ragged.

“It’s not your fault,” you reply automatically. But he keeps going. 

“No–I’m sorry he existed. That anyone could look at you and see something they could take.”

It hits differently than you expect. You blink at it, startled. A raw kindness that just feels…true.

More silence, then Bucky speaks again. Slowly. Like prying open an old wound.

“They turned me into something I can’t un-be. Took me apart. Put me back together wrong. Hydra didn’t care who I was. Just what I could do. 

His voice cracks. Just barely. He looks away. His mouth presses tight between each sentence like he has to fight it to speak.

“They made me a weapon.” 

His voice catches. Then he laughs, bitter.

“You know what’s worse than killing people you can’t remember?” 

He pauses.

“Remembering some of them.”

You don’t rush him. Just wait. 

His gaze drops to his hands. One flesh, one metal. Slowly, he flexes the fingers on the vibranium, plates shifting almost inaudibly. 

“I wear the glove because this hand’s hurt people. Sometimes without meaning to.”

Bucky closes it into a fist, slowly, deliberately. 

“I don’t like the way it feels. I don’t like remembering what it’s done.”

He doesn’t say I don’t want it to hurt you. But the silence that follows hums with it. He looks away like he’s preparing for you to stand up and leave.

“I’ve killed people. Ruined lives. I’ve done things you can’t imagine,” he says softly.

You shift toward him, eyes steady.

“I was sold to people like that. I can imagine plenty.”

It silences him as he lets your words sink in. You lean into his side, just slightly. Shoulder against shoulder, your sweatshirt brushing his t-shirt.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

His response is barely a whisper.

“I’m afraid of me.” 

“Then you’re not the kind of person I should be afraid of,” you say, soft and unwavering. “Monsters don’t fear what they’ve done. But you do. You always will. It makes you human. That’s not weakness, Barnes. That’s conscience.”

That lands hard. He breathes sharp and slow. Like that broke something in him in a good way.

Bucky turns his head to look at you, eyes searching yours. Looking for fear, maybe. He’s only met with understanding. He’s closer now. Your knees touch. He’s memorizing the shape of your face. 

His eyes flick to your lips. Just for a second. Then away.

You tilt your head slightly.

“This the part where you kiss me?” 

Your tone is teasing, an amused smile tugging at your lips. His lips twitch.

“No. This is the part where I think about it.”

You smile and it reaches your tired eyes. 

“Don’t think too hard.” 

He chuckles softly. Shakes his head.

“Wouldn’t want to do it wrong.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You stay like that. Close. Wound together by proximity and silence and knowing. His hand finds yours and he laces your fingers together without looking like he means to keep them there. 

You don’t let go. 

-

Sunlight slants golden through the half-open blinds. A record hums softly in the background. 

You’re standing in front of Bucky’s open fridge like it’s a crime scene and you’re the lead detective on the case. 

He’s perched at the kitchen table behind you, sipping coffee that’s gone lukewarm, waiting for your verdict. 

“Alright, I have questions.”

“Of course you do,” he says. 

You turn to him, holding up a jar. 

“First of all–six kinds of mustard? Are you running a sandwich cartel?” 

He shrugs unbothered. “They’re different.”

“They’re identical. And they’re all expired.” 

“One of them’s spicy.” He takes another sip of his coffee. 

You dig further into the fridge and produce a bottle of sriracha that appears to be a fossil from the Triassic period. 

“You own this, you don’t need a spicy mustard.”

Bucky feigns a thought. “Redundancy is good in fieldwork.”

“This isn’t a mission, Barnes. It’s a condiment graveyard.”

He cracks a small smile. A subtle exhale of amusement. Still feels rare enough that it slows your investigation of his fridge. 

You glance over your shoulder and catch him watching you – not in that hyper-vigilant way from earlier weeks, but something lighter. It settles in your chest like warmth and you try not to acknowledge it. 

You hold up a sad bag of wilted spinach and shake it gently in his direction.

“This is a war crime.” 

“It’s compost.”

“You don’t have a compost bin.”

“Exactly. And I’m not adding another system I won’t maintain.”

You snort and shut the fridge, leaning a hip against his counter.

“Well, I cleaned out your apocalypse bunker. You owe me a coffee at least.”

“Thought I owed you dinner,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah. That too. You’re racking up debts, Barnes.”

He shrugs again but you can tell he doesn’t mind being indebted to you. You see the way his eyes soften when he looks at you. 

You move to tidy something else in the apartment and to avoid his eyes.

“So,” you start, casual and distracted. “I’ve been thinking… might start looking for a new place soon. Somewhere quieter.”

He stills.

“Yeah?”

“Could be good. Fresh start. Something with more natural light, maybe.”

You don’t mean for it to land like a bomb, but it does. Bucky’s gone quiet. He’s not angry. Just… completely gutted. He looks down at his hands like they’ll tell him what to say. 

You notice his silence and turn to read his face.

“It’s not about you,” you say gently.

“Didn’t say it was.” 

You sigh.

“I just… I just don’t always know how to stay. And I’ve never had a reason to try.”

He opens his mouth. He wants to tell you that you do now, but he’s not ready. Not yet. And besides, maybe there’s a part of you that doesn’t feel safe in this city after the run in with the handler. He couldn’t blame you for wanting to escape that. He nods instead. 

A knock at the door saves Bucky from having to respond. The door is open, and Sam lets himself in unceremoniously holding a manila folder and a tablet.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything… intimate.”

He’s grinning, but today there’s an air of seriousness about him.

“You are,” Bucky says flatly. 

You bite back a smile. “Please continue.” 

Sam holds up the folder and drops it on the counter. 

“We’ve got something. Information off the flash drive you recovered.” Sam nods to you. “Virell’s coming up for air. He’ll be at a private gala in the city in three days. Not just attending–funding the whole thing.” 

You go still. The energy in the room shifts. 

“That’s our window,” you say.

“That’s the whole damn house,” Sam replies. “We take him out, we dismantle everything. Top down.”

“I want in,” you say immediately.

Sam nods. “Didn’t think you’d wait for permission.”

Bucky doesn’t argue this time. He knows what this means to you. He meets your gaze and nods.

“Then we do it right. Together,” he says evenly.

Sam doesn’t stick around long and heads out to coordinate the logistics. 

You and Bucky are left alone again. The calm is gone. Replaced with focus. Resolve. 

As you walk toward the door, Bucky stops you with a hand on your wrist. 

“You’re not moving out before this is over.” 

His voice is low. You tilt your head. 

“No?”

“No. I want you to know what it’s like to stay somewhere and be safe.”

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I’d Burn The World

Cho SangWoo x reader [SMUT] 📸

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Tw: smoking, gun (no death, though murder is implied), brief moment where reader is groped by other men

You had known Sang Woo as your dad’s best bud. Completely ignoring how he didn’t bother to look at you or how he simply just didn’t acknowledge your presence. Quite frankly, you would think he hated you. But oh, if he saw the glint in your eye as you looked at him, or your wide smile. He’d see you were so good for him.

You began studying law in your first year of university. Always studying, your head was always in the books. You had grown since your little crush on Sang Woo a few years back. You now focused on sex with easy boys… you weren’t a slut, but you enjoy a good friend with benefits. You came home on a Soring break holiday. 2 weeks of sun and small town city boys for you to play with.

“Heya dad” you kiss his cheek as you enter the kitchen. He smiled at you. “I’m heading off to the store, need anything?”

“No. But say hello to Sang Woo, he’s sitting at the table” you stopped in your tracks.

“Why’s he here?” You ask abruptly. Your dad’s eyes meeting yours quickly.

“He’s staying for the next couple of days, his apartment is getting plumbing maintenance done on it” Gi-Hun said. “And actually bring me a pack of cigarettes”

“Mkay” you walk through the kitchen and into the dining room. You saw Sang Woo sitting at table, an unlit cigarette sitting between his teeth. “Mr. Cho” you spoke bowing.

“(Y/n), we’ve been over this, you can call me Sang Woo” he said coldly. He eyes you as you bowed, obviously looking at your cleavage. You mouth an ‘okay’ and leave. You walk happily into the store grabbing 2 packs of cigarettes and a lighter before leaving. You noticed two men standing outside, staring at you as you walked out.

“Hey cutie” he whistled. You ignored it, walking quickly past them. They began to follow you to your apartment, as you sped up in pace so did they. “Hey! Didn’t they ever teach you some manners?” You broke out into a full sprint, running now. You turned your street, somehow narrowly avoiding their out reached hands. High school track sure as hell paid off.

You looked for your apartment, hoping to see one of the men outside, you didn’t. You decided to run for the door hoping it was open. You reach the steps before they managed to grab you. Feeling you up on the street.

“Oh nice set of tits” one of them said, ripping your shirt.

“Let me go!” You shouted. Sang woo, who was inside heard your voice, immediately standing up and walking towards the commotion. Adjusting his glasses as he did so. “I said “fucking let me go”” you kicked back, hitting a guy in his knee.

“Fucking bitch” he grunted.

“Didn’t you hear her?” Sang Woos voice thundered from the top of the stairs. The movements stopped as you all looked at him. “She said let her go. Now do it”

“Mind your own, dickwad” one of the men spat.

“Yeah besides there’s two of us and one of you, what’re you gonna do about it?” He snarled as his hand continued moving around your body, looking for an easy entrance into your shorts as you squirmed. Sang woo rolled his eyes as he pulled a gun from his waist, cocking it back and pointing it at the man’s head.

“Seriously?” He sighed, as the man holding you froze. “I said let her go now, or I’ll paint the sidewalk with your brains.” The men slowly released their grips on you, letting you wiggle free so you could hide behind Sang woo, your small hand resting on his waist. The men turned and walked away, keeping their heads low.

“Thank you, Sang Woo” you said quietly as you turned and went into the apartment. He followed behind you, resetting his gun and clicking the safety back on as he did.

You sat in your bed until dinner, only coming out to eat and you returned to your room. Sang woos eyes not leaving you as you ate, hiding your feelings from your dad, who was happily chatting about the sports teams.

You sat in your room. Your torn shirt tossed in the corner of your room as you sat in just your bra and shorts. You had pulled off the other shirt that you had hastily put on for dinner off just to double check and make sure there were no wounds.

But now, your mind blank, your body in shock. Hearing a soft knock on your door, you quickly pulled an oversized shirt above your head.

“Come in” you said softly. Sang Woos slim figure shadowed the floor. “Oh, it’s you”

“Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling in front of you. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.” He placed a hand on your knee. His eyes piercing yours, you finally felt like he saw you.

“I’m not sure what I am” you say barely audible above a whisper. “I’m scared?”

“It’s okay to be scared, it’s okay to not know what you are.” He spoke gently, “you experienced something traumatic and I pulled a gun”

“Where was my dad?” Was all you asked.

“He was on a phone call, the bank called. He was in his room. I didn’t say anything to him yet.” Sang woo responded. “If you want me to I will”

“No. He doesn’t need to know his little girl just went through that” you say shakily.

“(Y/n), I will carry that burden” he said. A fire lighting in you. You moved to kiss him. The heat of the moment wrapped around you. He kissed you back, standing up and crawling to towering over you. His tie dangling low around his neck as his top shirt buttons were undone.

“I want you to carry me instead” you whisper between kisses. he pulled me into his arms, your lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your shared passion. His hands roamed over your body, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Sang Woo's eyes burned with an inner fire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I want all of you." You smiled, your heart soaring at his words.

"You have me," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you back into his arms, your bodies entwining as you moved towards the bed. You rolled through your soft sheets together, your lips still locked in a passionate kiss. As you lay together on the bed, Sang Woo's body pressed against yours, his eyes locked onto your own with an intense gaze. His hands roamed over your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine as he touched every inch of you that he could. You felt his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.

Without a word, he reached down and grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. You felt his cock press against your entrance, and then he was sliding inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching up to meet his.

As he began to move, his hips thrusting back and forth, you felt yourself getting lost in the rhythm of your lovemaking. His cock stroked deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

Sang Woo's eyes never left yours as he fucked you, his gaze burning with intensity. You could see the desire and passion there, and it only added to your own arousal. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you.

You felt yourself building towards a climax, your body tensing up as Sang Woo's cock stroked deeper and deeper inside you. He was fucking you with a fierce abandon, his movements wild and uncontrolled. You loved every minute of it.

As you came closer to the edge, Sang Woo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming shorter and more intense. You could feel his own climax building, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he prepared to come.

Sang Woo's body stiffened as he came inside you, releasing a low groan that sent shivers down your spine His cock pulsed with each spasm filling you with warmth. As you lay there together your bodies still entwined, your breathing slowed.

"I may not say it, (y/n)" he whispered, his voice filled with conviction as he pulled you closer, "but I'd burn the world for you if you asked me to." His words sent shivers down your spine as he continued to gaze into your eyes. Attaching his lips to yours once more.

“I’d burn the world for you (y/n)” he repeated again between kisses. “Even if it meant burning my own body to make you happy.” You smiled, stroking his face gently. Your clothes lay abandoned and forgotten on the floor. You stood up, grabbing his shirt off the floor, his eyes watching as you did. A satisfied smile playing on his lips as his 3 sizes to big shirt danced around you.

“Kitchen and bathroom, want anything?” You ask standing at the threshold of your bedroom door. He smirked.

“You to get back in bed with me” he said slyly. You roll your eyes and make your trek as Sang woo laid in your bed. Staring up at your ceiling before smelling the familiar scent of a burning cigarette. Within a few moments you returned with soda and cigarettes.

“Back in bed” you grin.

“And it’s where you’re staying” he tickled you, your giggles softly echoing through the room.

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