#at first he was dismayed at having no one to assassinate

[tyrantofthefirmament]

Kris walks past carrying some metal scrap wires she uses for crafting her personal art projects. “Ides of March, Ides of March…” she hums aloud to herself. What to plan for the Ides of March. Surely if she attempted the same ‘sneak attack’ it would be anticipated. She stops upon seeing Starscream in her peripheral and turns to offer him a bright smile. “Lord Starscream! What would you suggest I do for the Idea of March?”

Starscream looks down, eyeing Kris and her pile of odds and ends.

"Well, if I give too many suggestions, it won't be a surprise." He gives a crooked smile and flicks a wing. "You're not building a booby trap, are you?" He doesn't actually seem dismissive of the idea. Perhaps he is... intrigued.

#ides of march #it's the most wonderful tiiiime of the year! #if you're starscream that is #if you trick him or land a hit on him you get candy #holiday shenanigans #at first he was dismayed at having no one to assassinate #it's lonely at the top #but then he realized he could have fun all day if people tried to attack him

[tachibubu]

Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ;   I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

________________________________________

Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

________________________________________

Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

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[sserpente]

My little assassin

You share the bed with Gortash after you rejected Bhaal, and the Chosen of Bane makes the mistake of making it known to you that he is rather disappointed in your decision. Perhaps he needs to be reminded of his place...

A/N: I’ve done it. It’s too late now. Gortash wrapped me around his finger. Oh well. Enjoy this little piece. It’s literally based on a dream I had and when I woke up, I was like… 😲 I have to write this!

Words: 710 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of death, blood, murder, decapitation and necrophilia, evil Durge!Tav/Reader (duh)

It was strange, the concept of freedom. Considering all your sins, it was a feeling soaked in both relief and uncertainty to know that the next time your weapon struck, it would be because you willed it so—not because the God of Murder urged you to carry out his bloodthirsty message to the world. But for the first time in too long… you felt at peace, bathing in the silence this new-found freedom brought.

With an audible sigh, you stretched your naked body in the soft satin sheets. Dusk was near, you could see the last sunrays retreating and slowly drowning Gortash’s chambers in comfortable and soothing darkness.

For just a moment, everything felt right. Like you’d never been gone, never been backstabbed by Orin, never been abducted… never ended up with a damn tadpole in your head… never suffered from amnesia.

Your memories were taking their sweet time to come back to you still. But you were getting there. Bits and pieces, crumbs of information your own brain was withholding from you began to form a bigger picture.

If there was one puzzle piece, however, that had already fallen back in place, it was that Enver Gortash and you shared a history that went well beyond an amenable alliance. You were rather unfamiliar with the concept of love and so was he. What you had was a filthy connection made of lust, greed, and lechery. But you liked him—more than you wished to admit. There was no doubt you would viciously slaughter anyone who dared to touch him. Only one person was allowed to kill or fuck him—and that person was you.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about, my little assassin?” His raspy voice was accompanied by the faint rustling of the bed sheets as he turned to face you.

“You. Me. My past. The life that lies ahead of me now that I’m free to do what I wish.”

“Is that so…” he responded with slight dismay, “In all honesty, my dear, it’s a shame you rejected the God of Murder. To be Bhaal’s Chosen… an honour and a responsibility that would have kept you invincible… and more powerful than ever, fit to rule by my side.”

The sudden anger surging within you felt like daggers made of ice boring into your chest. Enver was many things but he was no fighter. He was a cunning politician with a hand for charming people into what he wanted. Before he even had a chance to react, you had already pinned him down on the mattress, straddling him. Your hand closed around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his air supply but not hard enough to keep him from speaking.

“Do you think I turned good? That I want to become a hero now? That I rejected Bhaal because I could no longer bear the thought of my sins? Oh no,” you spat, “From now on forth, my sins are my own, not Bhaal’s. You’d do well to remember that and respect my decision, Chosen of Bane because as much as I enjoy the idea of your warm corpse drenching the sheets in blood, I’m not much for necrophilia.”

Enver swallowed, and you could feel his Adam’s apple dance beneath your palm. There was a sliver of panic in his dark eyes—it was one thing you liked about him. He’d never underestimate you or what you were capable of. “Of course. You can… let go now, my little assassin.”

You obeyed—for it would indeed be a pity if your renewed companion withered away so quickly. You had no intention whatsoever to kill him just yet, if ever. Still, when you voiced your threat to give your hazardous anger a vent, you knew deep down that you were not lying. “Do not question me again or I will start questioning whether your head should remain attached to your body.”

Gortash laughed, a sound you enjoyed for it usually expressed his admiration for your ruthlessness; and just like that, another snippet of information dripped into your mind. You remembered. You used to enjoy him praising your cruel savagery. You made a good team, you and him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[demigoddessqueens]

First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.

What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.

I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.

It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗

Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔

MASTERLIST 10

You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.

It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.

Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.

Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.

Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds

Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.

When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.

Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.

In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.

There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since

Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.

He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother

It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you

“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”

“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”

Speechless.

You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say

“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”

You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say

#assassin's creed #inbox requests #assassin’s creed x reader #ac brotherhood #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore #ezio auditore de firenze #ezio #ezio auditore x reader #ezio assassins creed #assassin's creed brotherhood #my writing #headcanons #ezio x reader #ezio trilogy #ac ezio #assassin’s creed #Assassin’s Creed ii #ac ii

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Dave Maass and Patrick Lay’s “Death Strikes: The Emperor of Atlantis”

Berliners: Otherland has added a second date (Jan 28) for my book-talk after the first one sold out - book now!

"The Emperor of Atlantis," is an opera written by two Nazi concentration camp inmates, the librettist Peter Kien and the composer Viktor Ullmann, while they were interned in Terezin, a show-camp in Czechoslovakia that housed numerous Jewish artists, who were encouraged to make and display their work as a way of proving to the rest of the world that Nazi camps were humane places.

Of course, it was all a sham. Like nearly all of Terezin's inmates, Kein and Ullmann were eventually shipped to Auschwitz to be murdered. "The Emperor" was never performed during their life, but the manuscript, written on scrounged paper (including the backs of other inmates Auschwitz transfer papers) survived.

In the decades since, "The Emperor" has been mounted a few times, with varying degrees of faithfulness. But those live performances were limited to the people who could attend them during their limited run. Now, a new graphic novel called Death Strikes: The Emperor of Atlantis, brings the work to us all:

https://www.darkhorse.com/Blog/3726/berger-books-and-dark-horse-comics-present-death-s

Death Strikes was adapted by my EFF colleague Dave Maass, an investigator and muckraker and brilliant writer, who teamed up with illustrator Patrick Lay and character designer Ezra Rose (who worked from the Kein and Ullmann's original designs, which survived along with the score and libretto).

The tale is set in the mythical kingdom of Atlantis, where the reclusive emperor has been holed up in an armored tower for decades, directing a forever war, greeting each battlefield report with fresh orders, all the while carefully scheming to maintain his grip on power by prolonging the war footing among his people.

But the Emperor has a problem: he's won the war. Every enemy has fallen. Without endless war, his system of social control will shrivel and he will be vulnerable to his people. So the Emperor declares a new war of all against all, announcing that it is every citizen's duty to make war on their neighbors. Problem solved!

But the Emperor goes too far. In announcing his new war, he directs his messengers – drum-beating automata who march through the streets of Atlantic rapping out his edicts – to claim that Death himself has blessed this new war, and "when the final drum sounds, our old friend DEATH, our flag-bearer, will raise his sword in salute to our great future!"

For Death – a swordbearing skeleton in a soldier's greatcoat and shako – this is too much. The Emperor's endless wars have already tried Death's patience. Death brings mercy, not vengeance, and the endless killing has dismayed him. The Emperor's co-option drives him past the brink, and Death declares a strike, breaking his sword and announcing that henceforth, no one will die.

Needless to say, this puts a crimp in the Emperor's all-out war plan. People get shot and stabbed and drowned and poisoned, but they don't die. They just hang around, embarrassingly alive (there's a great comic subplot of the inability of the Emperor's executioners to kill a captured assassin).

The Emperor will not be denied. He embarks upon a war of wills with Death, to see who will give in first. The surreal tale plays out among the people of Atlantis, the living and the undead, as they struggle to fight a war where no one can die. The tale cuts between these people, the Emperor, and Death, who is in company with Life, a sad harlequin who is even more demoralized than Death by the Emperor's long war.

What follows is a tale of revolution and love and hope snatched from despair.

Maass discovered "The Emperor" through a bargain bin CD of "degenerate music" he found in a suburban Best Buy in the 1990s, which was accompanied by illustrations by Art Spiegelman:

https://www.allmusic.com/album/the-music-survives%21-degenerate-music-music-suppressed-by-the-third-reich-mw0000711660

Maass found a six-panel cartoon Kein drew "expressing his frustration with the evolution of his libretto." Over the years, Maass turned this little strip over and over in his head, until he found himself travelling to Prague with Lay, where they were able to handle the surviving manuscript pages. After consulting with experts all over the world, Maass and Lay and their collaborators created this extraordinary graphic novel, updating it, queering it, and lavishly illustrating it.

While this is clearly an adaptation, Kein and Ullmann's spirit of creativity, courage, and bittersweet creative foment shines through. It's a beautiful book, snatched from death itself.

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/23/peter-kien-viktor-ullmann/#terezín

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[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 2400 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say”

“Y/N” Tony says, exasperated, “I want you to say that you’ll be more careful”

“That’s a bit rich, comin’ from you”

Natasha scoffs at the young woman’s reply, quickly shrugging at Steve, who is positioned directly across from her in the quinn-jet.

“I” Stark continues, “Didn’t just ransack an entire underground base-“

“No, you were just waiting outside said base, with a shit-tone of explosives”

This time, Romanoff doesn’t even bother to disguise her laughter, much to the dismay of the other, more uncomfortable passengers.

“I also have a billion-dollar suit-”

“I can make myself one, if us matching would make you feel any better”

The offer silences Tony, who rubs at his goatee, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he considers his sister.

“I’m sorry me doing my job makes you nervous” she offers calmly, standing up from her spot to pace towards the main console, “but, look on the bright side, we got all the tech we wanted, and, it’s one less HYDRA lair for SHIELD to worry about bringing down”

“She’s right, Tony” Steve inserts, speaking for the first time since their departure, “I’m not gonna say I agree with her method-”

“Oh good” Stark counters, still clearly irritated, “Because for a second there, it sounded like you were going to praise my little sister for jumping head on into a fight without backup”

“I had back up” Y/N mutters, keying something into the computer

“Like who?” Tony bristles,

“You” she answers, turning to face him.

It’s clear from the silence that follows, that that is something she was expecting him to have known already.

It’s also clear that her having that level of unwavering faith in him, is something he didn’t consider as a possibility.

He’s suddenly very flattered. It shows.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and everyone notices how identical the expression looks when it’s her who’s wearing it.

Tony smiles the rest of the way back to New York. Not even Fury chastising them for their ‘rash actions’ does much to temper his new found elation. In fact, when he tries to scold Y/N, by saying that ‘Reckless impulsivity’ must be a genetic trait they share, he only seems to get happier.

Steve looks somewhat satisfied with the days events, and Natasha is boarder line chipper considering her usual blank facade.

“What did you go back for?” she whispers, when Y/N eventually takes her seat, back at her side, “i pochemu ty pryachesh' eto ot svoyego brata?” and why are you hiding it from your brother?

“because it’s not any of his business” she answers calmly, ignoring the quirk in Steve’s brow, “Eto to, chto ya dumayu, prinadlezhit Sardzhentu Barnsu”

“Sargent Barnes?” Natasha echos, shock making her forget her place for once.

Rodgers snaps up in his seat, eyes suddenly trained in on the women-

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who he is” Y/N chides, “I know damn well you’ve both been tracking him for months-”

“You know Bucky?!” Steve demands in a hushed tone, acutely aware of their lack of privacy.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” she quotes, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Language” the women tease in unison.

Natasha has taken the minute of distraction to compose herself.

It’s hardly surprising Y/N has caught on to their lame attempts at locating the former assassin. They’ve been hacking into her tech after all-

“No offence” she chides, “but did either of you really think nobody was going to notice a bunch of Stark drones being deployed covertly with no authorisation? ”

It’s clear from Steve’s expression that that’s exactly what he’d thought.

“You’re lucky it was me who caught on” she says, “Tony would have put a stop to it pretty fast, y’know, he’s still a little sour about the whole he murdered our parents thing”

“Y/N/N” Steve begins, clearly desperate, “He didn’t know- there is no way Bucky would’ve-”

She raises a hand to silence him, nodding over at her brother who is still blissfully focused on the navigation software.

“You’ve been keeping him off our tracks” Natasha realises, blinking between the siblings, “You are the one that’s been helping me decrypt the security codes-”

Y/N just shrugs.

“You’re actually quite good” she comments, “for a field agent”

Natasha rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Steve shifts anxiously on his seat clearly trying to process the information he’s just been hit with.

“If you” he begins, “If you’ve already been doin’ that, would- would you help us? I’m sure with you runnin’ some of the kit we track him down in-”

“I don’t need to track him down” Y/N says pleasantly, shutting her eyes, “I know exactly where he is”

Before either of the others could formulate a response, she’d put her headphones in, and was leaning back against the wall, seemingly serene.

Steve had festered for the entire journey back, sharing strained looks at Natasha who seemed to be utterly unwilling to share in his urgent need to do something.

Once they’d landed, Tony had rushed his sister down to their lab to run some tests on the things they’d brought back, and to update Banner who’d been staying behind with Clint.

Much to his continued dismay, Black Widow had only cautioned him against doing anything stupid where the Starks were concerned. Warning him that he was on thin ice with Tony already, and reminding him of the older man’s protective nature, when it came to his sister.

“But she knows Nat” he’d insisted, “she knows his name, she knew about the bridge, about what he said-”

“maybe” Natasha allows

“-How?! How the hell does she know about that” he half demands, “and how, has does she know ‘exactly where he is!?”

“I don’t kn-”

“Shocking” Y/N says, pushing the door to the room open with a smile on her face, “You’re in the dark about’ somethin’ Red? I’d never have believed it-“

Before the spy can react the teasing, Steve has reacted, he’s turned, jaw locked as he reaches out to grip her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

She stiffens at the sudden contact, and Natasha takes a step towards the pair.

Their eyes are locked together, Y/N looks almost curious by the boldness of the mans actions, but she can tell that he’s hurting her, even though she knows him well enough to be certain it’s not deliberate.

“Steve…” she cautions, astutely aware of the way that the other woman is assessing the scenario “let her go”

“Unless you want you and your old buddy to have a matching set” Y/N says, flicking a glance at his hand, “then I’d do what she says.”

Steve releases her instantly, ashamed of the way he’d acted on instinct, without considering how he much have hurt her in the process.

“I’m sorry” he says sincerely, taking a step back, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know” Y/N accepts, damp hair falling in front of her face as she offers him an amused smile, “Don’t worry about it”

“Y/N/N” Nat begins, hopeful that if she can do the talking, they might stand a chance of leaving this interaction with more information then they’d started with, “You said you know where Barnes is located”

“I did” she agrees, leaning on the counter, “I do”

Steve watches her, body thrumming with adrenaline.

“How?” Nat presses, “we’ve been running drones-”

“I know what you’ve been doin’” she replies, “and don’t get me wrong, I love a satellite controlled drone as much as the next girl, but I’ve been takin’ a different approach in terms of gettin’ an updated location-”

“-and that is?”

“I called him a couple of days ago.”

Steve’s jaw drops open, Natasha’s locks shut.

Y/N looks at the duo, and her amusement visible shifts to something more akin to sympathy, when she sees how earnestly Steve wants information about his friend.

“He’s alright…” she offers, “… safe”

“He has a cell phone?” Nat mumbles, more annoyed at herself for not figuring that out, than she is absorbed in the nuance of the conversation

“He takes your calls?”

“Well yeah” Y/N replies to both of them, “I check in every now and then”

“You… check in, on the winter soldier?”

“Are we still calling him that?” she quips, turning to look at Natasha, “I mean, we can I guess, but it sounds a little formal don't you think? I usually stick with Bucky"

Steve is still speechless. He just blinks dumbly at the women for a second, thoughts racing.

“What?” Y/N chides, “You’re the only one allowed to make new friends?”

He runs a hand through his hair, starring at her again.

“Is that what you are? His friend?”

She thinks his tone is awfully protective, if a little suspicious. It doesn’t take her long to decide that it’s endearing, rather than offensive, so she offers him a smile before shrugging, and murmuring a “somethin’ like that” that makes Natasha scoff.

Another, longer silence fills the room. Nobody seems keen on breaking it, and the mutual air of acceptance that has come with it.

Steve isn’t sure why he trusts the woman’s intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does.

Natasha has always loved Y/N. Their bond goes deeper and further back then any of the others know, so there was never any part of her that was going to risk upsetting her over a man she’s never spoken to.

“He’s expecting a call tonight” Y/N says finally, “I'll tell him you say hello”

The hope that flairs behind Steve’s eyes is sweet. He grins and takes a step towards her, he catches himself though, and slows his movements, feeling absurdly guilty about the way he’d greeted her earlier.

“I’m not giving you his number” she tells him firmly, with no hint of apology

“Please” he asks, feeling the optimism he’d been experiencing a moment ago dissipate like smoke, “Y/N-”

“I can’t” she replies, looking at the other woman for support, “He knows you’re looking for him, Steve, he knows where I live, I-”

“is he angry at me?”

“What?” both girls say in unison

“Why would he be angry at you?” Y/N asks, as Natasha offers her a confused glance.

“I- I left him, I-“

“You nearly died” Black Widow inserts, “He nearly killed you”

“That doesn’t matter Nat, I-”

“No” Y/N says calmly, “No Steve, he’s not angry with you- He’s-” she sighs, “He’s not angry at anybody”

“So why-”

“He’s scared, Steve” Natasha says, as if that answer had been obvious, “I mean can you blame the guy?”

Y/N averts her eyes, but it’s obvious from her expression that she agrees.

“I don’t-”

“God, Steve” the red head continues, "He's clearly running from something, and right now, my money's on us-”

“-Oh, god…”

Y/N looks up seeing, hearing the remorse in their voices.

“He’s fine” she repeats, “but he’s not ready for a reunion”

It looks like he might cry. She can barely handle it, so she moves in, closing the few steps between them, and pulls him into a hug.

He laughs into her shoulder, shocked at the contact, but not displeased. He holds onto her, before nodding when she pulls away.

“Would-” he sighs, clearly emotional, “Would’ya tell him, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll give him space, and I- I swear I never meant to make it any harder on him I just- I just miss him-”

“I’ll tell him, I promise”

He nods again, and reigns himself back in, the best he can, pawing at his face to stop tears from filling his eyes.

“So…” Nat begins, “…what did you bring back for him?”

Steve turns to face the spy, and then the Stark.

Y/N is grinning, as she pulls a silver chain from her pocket.

“What’s that?” Romanoff asks, looking at the dog tag that’s hanging from it almost suspiciously, “and why do you think it’s his?”

“Because it is” Y/N answers calmly, “Isn’t it?”

She hands it to Steve, who holds it like it’s fragile, like it’s precious, or like he’s worried it might disappear.

He turns the tag over in his fingers, looking at the familiar engraving with awe.

“It… that… that’s not possible”

“Clearly, it is” Y/N teases, taking it back from his hands, “He told me about it once, said he’d never taken it off before he fell- when I saw it in that drawer I figured I should probably get it back to him”

“We had them made” Rodgers says, “when we got him out of that camp, everyone was jokin’, said it was so if one of us got lost, we’d get brought back to the other”

“Where’s yours?” she asks, eying his baron neck,

“Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

The sadness in his tone is heavy. It pulls at Y/N’s heart strings until one almost snaps in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll come back to you one day” is all she says, even though she feels like she owes him more than that.

He forces a chuckle and nods.

“How are you gonna get it to him?” he asks, clearly nervous, “it could get-”

“I’m going to hand it to him” she says, “I’m not going to risk sending it in the mail, Steve, I promise”

His curiosity is clearly sparked again, but this time, he bites his tongue.

The trust he’s putting in her is tangible. She offers him a smile, and tucks the necklace away.

“I’m gonna get back to T-” she announces, pressing a peck against Natasha’s cheek, “I’ll let you know how he’s getting on”

“We’ll stop the drones” the other woman offers,

“You don’t have to” Y/N replies over her shoulder, “they’re way off track”

Steve shakes his head, dismayed- earlier that week they’d been sure they’d gotten a lead in Budapest.

“We really weren’t ever close?” Nat asks, almost irritated

“No” she replies apologetically, “But if it helps, you were up against me, so you never really stood a chance”

“Careful, darlin” Steve cuts in, “you’re startin’ to sound-”

“Like an arrogant douche bag” Natasha finishes for him,

Y/N laughs, loud and hearty like her brother.

“Maybe it’s genetic” she suggests playfully, “Recklessness, Impulsivity, Arrogance, I’m sure Fury’s puttin’ a list together-”

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#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier x you #fluff #x reader #drabble #series #BBneverlosthim

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 10

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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Before Anya gets her first stella, we get another scene of Twilight pressuring her to study after he sees her poor test scores. While he's still a bit strict here, he catches himself soon after chiding her, realizing that pushing her too hard will only hurt her motivation (meanwhile, Yor is once again the encouraging mother and compliments Anya on her good math test score).

Rather than keep forcing his agenda of making her an academically inclined scholar like he did before, this time Twilight makes noticeable effort to try to understand Anya's side of it, as he and Yor discussed previously. He tries various activities to see which one she naturally excels at, and though she doesn't do well in any of them, he tells himself not to get too worked up, since she is only a first grader and Desmond won't be making his move right away.

Even when Anya continues to screw up when they volunteer at the hospital, he doesn't get mad at her. However, when she does end up getting a stella, he doesn't hide the fact that he feels genuinely proud of her. He pats her head (one of his rare displays of affection) and tells her "nice work," all the while thinking to himself that he felt the same sense of pride when he stopped a terrorist attack during a mission. We get two "softly emphasized" panels of Twilight smiling proudly at Anya, and Anya beaming back at him. The fact that he's allowing himself to feel a genuine emotion for this child that he originally felt no qualms about returning to the orphanage, shows his growth not just from a parenting perspective, but also from an emotional one, as slight as it is.

Of course, Yor has no problem giving Anya a big hug and telling her how happy she is. Looking at Anya's face, Yor is probably still learning how to hold back when hugging Anya and was squeezing her a bit too tight. Thankfully she didn't break anything like she had done with Yuri!

When Anya decides that she wants a dog as her stella reward, Twilight and Yor's initial ideas about dogs are fitting. Since both of their lives have revolved so heavily around their work, they never got to know many "normal" things, including a normal relationship people have with dogs. The ever-paranoid Twilight imagines a burley guard dog trained for security purposes – someone like him could only imagine getting a dog because it would be useful for his missions, not for something "trifling" like emotional support. Yor sees dogs as dangerous, likely because many of the criminals she's sent to assassinate have attack dogs for their protection.

Twilight even goes so far as to have WISE supply their own trained dogs to the pet shop. But much to his dismay, Anya doesn't like any of them, causing Twilight to reluctantly decide to try the adoption fair instead.

When Anya wanders off, Yor panics when she can't find her. More of her naivety about the world shows when she assumes that Anya was kidnapped in order to be some shady character's bride because she had just seen it on TV.

When she finally does find Anya with the terrorists, we once again see her scary "mama bear" mode that's strictly reserved for anyone who threatens her loved ones. Similar to how Twilight is willing to quickly cast aside his "for the mission" philosophy if someone he cares about is in trouble, Yor will quickly cast aside her desire to act "normal" for the same reason. She and Anya then share a sweet moment where Anya apologizes for running off and Yor gives her a hug.

I'd also like to mention that both Twilight and Yor were threatened by the German shepherd, but both of them chose not to actually harm him even though they definitely could have. Instead of giving him one of her deadly kicks like she does to anyone else who's about to harm Anya, Yor chose to instead give him an intimidating glare (which worked).

Twilight could have shot him, but instead he chose to shoot off his vest containing the bomb. Even when the dog was biting him, he chose to trap him in a nearby dumpster instead of shooting him. He even apologized to the dog, both for having to put him in the dumpster and for the more general reason that dogs like him have to suffer for human conflict.

As much as Twilight and Yor see dogs as dangerous creatures, they choose not to harm a dog that was actually a threat to them. Yor even showed concern for Bond (a dog she just met who was supposedly allied with terrorists) when she thought Anya was being too rough with him.

Anyone who shows compassion to animals always gets points in my book! (there was also the time at the Eden interview where Yor chose to subdue the rampaging bull by hitting its pressure points when killing/injuring it would have been easier for her – she even said that she wasn't sure such a thing would work on a bull, but took the risk anyway).

Of course, Twilight and Yor's initial concerns about dogs disappear once they bring Bond into their home and see what a gentle boy he is.

Continue to Part 11 ->

<- Return to Part 9

#twiyor #spyxfamily #spy x family #sxf #spy family #loid forger #loid x yor #loidyor #sxf meta #sxf analysis #yor forger

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Eyes on Fire

Gortash x F! Dark Urge

18+ complicated feelings, combat, adrenaline, power play, sadomasochism, dry humping, breast worship (m!), choking, marking, humiliation kink, p-in-v, just a smidge of tenderness

The visage of the Archduke won't leave her, and itching for blood, his favorite assassin is about to pay the Lord a very welcome visit...

Masterlist

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This could not continue.

The way he looked at her was haunting her. It was a mistake in hindsight to confront him alone, but as they drew closer to the city small flickers of memory sparked. She had traveled these roads of that she was certain, smells, sounds drawing back.

The name was familiar in a hazy, frustrated way. Karlach's mouth forming it with appropriate spite. But it stirred something half formed inside her. Muffled and far away, but undeniable.

It wasn't until they entered the town proper, and she caught sight of a peeling poster that she got some clarity.

Her eyes were glued to the portrait. Karlach's venomous bark of a laugh shocking her out of her trance.

"Wow, that's generous alteration." Ripping the poster down, only leaving a white layer of fuzzy torn paper. "He fucking wishes."

She blinked. Even with the inaccuracies of the portrait, quick flipping pages of memory of that face played over the backs of her eyelids.

"You okay, soldier?" Karlach offered, hand strong on her shoulder.

"Yeah," She shuddered. "Just thinking about all we have to do."

Not entirely a lie. She had made up her mind to go alone right there. Karlach would get her revenge, trust. But she needed to do this on her own.

When his eyes had met hers at the coronation, they lit up with unmistakable adoration. The way he spoke to her, low and nearly gentle, but still with that air of malice. He was one of the first people to actually take the time to explain her past to her. And his information, much to her dismay, was priceless for unraveling the knotted tapestry of her past.

She paced in her tent. A dog in a kennel circling. Dagger hand spinning a blade in irritation.

No, this wouldn't do.

Sneaking out was commonplace for her at this point, often preferring to be out of camp at night. After Alfira, she had lost confidence in her self-control, and sleep just became another enemy. Honestly, she wondered if her companions felt the same. If they were comforted to have her away during sleeping hours.

It didn't take her long to find a Steel Watch centurion patrolling through a low Rivington street.

"Hey!"

The centurion turned, towering over her.

"Citizen. What do you need assista-"

"Yeah, yeah, cute..." She waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, tell your boss I want to talk. Alone."

The centurion shifted, sputtering and releasing to new control. That vexing baritone voice emitting from its chest.

"Where and when?" He crooned.

"Here and now. If you can catch me, Enver." She hissed, not able to restrict the smile smearing her face.

Before it could react, she darted under the centurion's legs and took off like a shot towards the fortress.

She heard his laugh faintly as she ducked through the street in a whip of hair. Releasing her body to adrenaline felt so right, unbuckling the blades at her hips.

She was itching for blood, but as she approached, the Fist only stepped aside. Leaving her path clear, straight to him.

His voice, still inside the Watch calling out. "This one is mine. Let her through."

Sprinting through the grand hall, she pulled her twin blades from their prisons. Flipping them eagerly as she darted up the stairs, the beginnings of the coronation hall filling her vision.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, a hand grabbed her by her long braid from behind, wrenching her to a stop. A knee kicked into the base of her spine.

The force caused her to drop her blades, only winded for a second before she clasped her hands and drove her elbow back with all of her force into his ribcage.

His hand released her braid with a loud gulp of air. She swept his leg and circled to kick his knee forward for good measure.

Gortash fell on one knee, laughing with what little air he had. Arms suddenly rocketing back and gripping the back of her shirt as she leaned forward to wrestle him to the ground.

In impressive strength, he flipped her over his body. Slamming her down into the marble floor in front of him.

She saw stars, back landing hard into the fall. Could feel a rib or two crack, groaning in pleasure.

"Thank the Gods, you haven't changed." He panted. Catching her mouth in a flipped ravenous kiss.

She moaned into him, gripping dark hair in her fist.

His taste, brandy and chewed peppermint, something she had longed for without realizing.

His clawed hands holding her head in place as he feasted, the bite of metal welcome against her flushed skin. The soft sounds he pushed into her mouth so desperately making her hips roll.

He kicked away her blades, forcing her dagger hand under her back as he flipped and straddled over her. So he did know her well.

She fought against his hold, a wicked smile splitting his face. Forcing between her legs and grinding his hard cock viciously into her center.

Her head fell back, his intended outcome. Mouth diving onto her neck, sucking and biting into the soft flesh.

"You always did need some taming before we fucked." He chuckled against her saliva slicked throat. A tapestry of bruises already spreading.

"What makes you think I won't kill you?" She panted, traitorous hips rolling into his.

"Oh, I hope you haven't given up on that." He encouraged. "It's so much more fun when you draw blood."

She smiled and wrapped her strong thighs around his knees, using her core to rise up and crack her forehead into his.

"Fuck!" He shouted, falling back. A trickle of blood dripping down his face.

She moaned in the back of her throat, licking it up in a flat pull of her tongue.

His blood tasted just as good as she remembered, the copper and salt savoring on her tongue.

Her hand snapped down on his throat, grinding hard into him with unrestrained rolls of her hips. Eyes fluttering up into her eyelids as she lost herself in the sensation.

He gripped onto her hips, watching her through lidded eyes. One clawed hand ripping her shirt down the middle in harsh yanks.

His hips stuttered against hers when her breasts sprung free, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Fuck..." He hissed, reaching up to palm the round flesh into his hand.

She knocked his hand away, pinning it down under her knee. Rising onto them, just to crush his hand under her weight.

He twisted in pain, gasping. Back arching instinctually as his body tried to pull him free.

"Arching your back already for me?" She smiled, leaning forward and applying more pressure on his throat as her dagger hand undid the ties of his trousers. "How embarrassing."

He fisted her dress in his free hand, a smile visible on his upturned face.

As soon as his cock sprung free she leaned back, her bare cunt sliding viciously against it.

He gasped out, the slightest whimper in the back of his throat.

Oh she wanted to hear that again.

She pushed his shirt up to his clavicle, pinching and rolling a nipple between her fingers. His fist slammed down onto the floor when she took the other into her hot mouth. Slurping the hard bud with a pulsing tongue.

She got her reward, choppy pleading whimpers. His hips writhed, silently begging her to let him inside.

Content to torment him more, she nibbled down on the peak. "Funny, you always have your chest out." She hummed, dragging her fingernails in hard lines down his chest. "Like your begging to have your tits sucked."

He groaned in response, cock twitching against the languid grind of her cunt. Precum spilling onto the tone of his belly.

She smiled, gripping his pecs in both hands. "Oh you like that, don't you?"

She laved flat stripes up and down his engorged peaks, saliva dripping down his ribcage.

"Ah-!" He moaned, trying to still his hips.

"Ohhh," She cheshire smiled. "Are you about to cum, Enver?" Her hips not stopping one bit.

"Before I've even taken you inside? Are you going to cum all over yourself like a bitch in heat? How humiliating."

She stopped her hips entirely, rising back on knees. Leaving his leaking cock cold and bothered.

He whined, eyes clenched shut.

"Look at me, dog." She commanded.

His eyes shot open, finding hers. Lips falling apart. Face dumb with lust.

"Good boy." She smiled, pushing her fingers into his mouth.

He sucked down eagerly, tongue swirling around the pads of her fingers.

"Very good boy." She moaned, finally teasing the head of his cock into her entrance.

His hips bucked and she forced her fingers down his throat roughly in response. He barely gagged and she couldn't help but be impressed.

"You'll behave or you'll get nothing." She promised, rising back up.

His hands clasped under his lower back as a peace offering.

"Better." She hummed, and without warning, slammed him inside of her to the hilt.

His eyes shot to the back of his head, back arching and twisting to the side. Mouth opening around her fingers to cry out.

Her hand slid back down to his throat, other pushing on his lower belly, holding him in place. Her hips rising and falling in slow malicious waves.

She moved entirely at the pace she felt like, his hips straining up against her hand. Using his body as her own personal fucktoy.

He was a delicious sight under her, chest marked and slick, face crumpled in pleasure, held in place by his brusing throat. Clearly holding back his orgasm with all of his might.

She bounced hard a few times just to torment him then slowed back down to her own pace. His body tremoring in restraint.

"I could go for sooo much longer, how about you Enver?" She mocked, fingers flexing in an arc along his throat.

His eyes met hers in desperation. Face flushed with his effort.

"Say please, and I'll let you cum inside me." She hummed.

He bit his lip, a spiteful smile crossing his lips.

"Please..." He purred, voice only gravel and heat.

She smiled and pushed hard on his lower belly, anchoring herself, and began slamming up and down onto him.

His head fell back, and she gripped into his hair and brought it back up. Staring hard into him.

He leaned up, bending his knees. Wrapping his arms strong around her back. Eyes held in hers. That softness returning.

She slowed her hips to a roll, lost in him for a moment. The clear awe in his face spellbinding her.

No, she had to remember herself.

Pulling the dagger strapped to her thigh, she plunged it in his shoulder.

He froze, eyes meeting the hilt, then rolling back hard into his head.

He gripped into her undone braid as he came. Shuddering hard as he flooded her, voice stolen except for hitching whining gasps. Hips pushing up in stuttering pulses.

She pulled her blade out slowly, moaning low in her chest. Catching the silk pull of blood in her mouth. Lapping greedily at the wound.

He cupped her head to him, trying to catch his breath. Still seated deep inside her. Resting his head against hers. "You came back to me." He murmured, mostly to himself.

The tears that prickled at her eyes broke her indulgence. Rising off of him, hating the longing that her heart held without her input.

His hand trailed down her long hair as she pulled away, bringing it to his nose before she stood.

She shook the blood off of her dagger with an instinctive flick of her wrist. "I'm not who you think I am."

He smiled, eyes challenging that statement with a pointed glance at the unconscious movement she just made.

"Doubtful, but thank you for the new scar. It will go well with the others." A flash of knowing moving over his eyes as her eyes traveled, searching for more of her claims.

"I detest you." She tried for venomous, but it only widened his smile.

"Oh, I did miss this."

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#gortash would get off from getting stabbed. freak #<- said as if i didnt explicitly write that #dark urge x gortash #gortash smut #bg3 smut #screenshot by @veneum-cadaverinus #lyrics from: gibson girl - ethel cain

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Hello! If it's not too much, could you write reactions for the Sakamakis to a reader who is an ex-vampire hunter? I'm hoping for them to be surprised cuz despite residing with vampires the reader never really gone out of their way to hurt them.

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Sakamaki’s Reaction to Reader Who’s An Ex-Vampire Hunter

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Shū (Ririe):

🏹  Shū wouldn’t be as interested in the human on first meet. 

🏹  He would, however, be interested in why most of their files were blanked out or just entirely inaccessible. 

🏹  It would strike him the wrong way, considering how perceptive Shū is. 

🏹  He isn’t stupid, he’d do some external research, much to his own dismay, on a much more thorough background check. 

🏹  If he continuously came up with nothing, he’d be instantly suspicious and force the others to at least use some common sense and watch out. 

🏹  Shū doesn’t do anything for no reason, everything he does has purpose, whether he comes to realize it himself or not, others have. 

🏹  So his warnings are never taken with a grain of salt. 

🏹  Either way, if by physical looks, the reader is his type, he’d play around with them for the meantime. 

🏹  But wouldn’t do anything extraordinary, considering how he still has his walls up. 

🏹  But once the curtain is revealed and dropped, he would grateful to listen to his gut instincts. After all, they’re never wrong. 

🏹  Shū would be curious as to why they abandoned their post so quickly, so they’d keep everything the Bride said in mind. Almost as if he was racking up scores, trying to point out a flaw in their story. 

🏹  And best believe he will use it against them. 

🏹  However, Shū would enjoy hearing stories about the Prospective Bride’s experiences as a vampire hunter, finding their tales of danger and survival fascinating.

🏹  Considering his past with Edgar, he’s all about learning and gathering information. 

🏹  He might use the opportunity to subtly test their skills, perhaps playfully challenging them to a mock battle to see if they’ve still got their hunter instincts.

🏹  That is, in a rare occasion, he takes more interest in them as an individual and enjoys their company. 

🏹  Despite his lazy demeanor, Shū would secretly admire the Bride’s strength. 

🏹  He out of everyone knows the hardships that come with constantly having to protect yourself from danger, so he’d find some common ground with potential adversaries. 

Reiji:

🏹  Considering that he’s canonically worked with vampire hunters

🏹  (Specifically Yui’s adoptive father— Seiji Komori,) 

🏹  He’d have some ideas on their movements and how reader would try to portray themselves.

🏹  Him and Shū would be the major individuals who’d quickly figure it out. 

🏹  However it would take a few instances until he gets to the point of even thinking that their current Sacrificial Bride was a vampire hunter. 

🏹  Reiji would, along with Shū, have some documents on their Prospective Bride’s background prior to the house. 

🏹  When coming up with nothing, or at least nothing of sustenance at the start, he would find it peculiar, but let time do its thing as he rides it out. 

🏹  When he finds out that they’re an ex-vampire hunter, he’d watch his step. 

🏹  Obviously, Reiji is cautious. 

🏹  He knows better than to assume someone’s ability right off the bat. 

🏹  After all, assuming one is weak is how you easily get undermined. Reiji is much smarter than that, so he’d keep it in mind for future reference. 

🏹  He, along with the others, would question the mortal.

🏹  Asking about their post, what they specialized in, when they stopped, etc. You know, the full works. 

🏹  He’d have some interest towards them, considering how at any given moment they could snap and attempt an assassination. 

🏹  For someone with such lethality, why do they stay put and allow themselves to play house? 

🏹  Reader’s chances of becoming more of a test subject have significantly heightened. 

🏹  Would he be interested in them beyond their past? Depends on their character and how they’d portray themselves thus far. 

🏹  Of course, having an ex-vampire in the house can be considered to be a big deal, but Reiji is very confident and sure in his skills that if they were to attack, he’d be able to shut it down effectively. 

Laito:

🏹  He wouldn’t think anything of the Prospective Bride at the start. 

🏹  He’d think that they were the same as everyone else who has entered in the mansion of madness. 

🏹  If the mortal looked like his type from the get go, then maybe Laito would concern himself with them. 

🏹  If not, then he’d simply use them as nourishment. That’s it. 

🏹  He would, however, watch reader like a hawk. 

🏹  Most don’t realize it, but Laito seemingly always is there. Either in small figments, or just in passing, he’s there. 

🏹  So when analyzing this mystery mortal, and seeing how they conduct themselves on a day to day basis, he might come to some conclusions of his own.

🏹  He’s dealt with some vampire hunters, even out ran some with Ayato after a night out in the town gone wrong. 

🏹  It was safe to say that they both got a strict talking to by Reiji after almost blowing their cover. 

🏹  A day later, Shū would get a call from their father and the church about this. Making him loathe the meeting that came. 

🏹  So, as a result, Laito isn’t entirely oblivious. But, when he finds out, the tables will turn. 

🏹  It’s canon, and very implied, that Laito longs to be killed. 

🏹  Call it passive suicidal thoughts, as he doesn’t do everything to seek it out like Subaru or Azusa. 

🏹  But with this opportunity, sparks chances to provoke and essentially wear the Bride down in hopes of them getting sick and tired of Laito’s antics and killing him. 

🏹  Everything he will do from here on out is just tease and pure baiting. 

🏹  He will either make reader’s life a living hell, or become insufferable. That’s all depending on how the Bride will treat him. 

🏹  Either way, one fact is true. He’s determined on changing that ‘ex’ to ‘active’ vampire hunter. 

🏹  He’d find this Bride instantly interesting due to their past post, and would want to play around with them. 

🏹  Torture, if he doesn’t get his way is 100% on the table with him. 

Kanato:

🏹  Let’s get one thing out of the way. If this Prospective Bride is physically his type, then consider the reader semi-done for. 

🏹  However, if that’s not the case… then reader might be partially saved. 

🏹  He wouldn’t show too much interest, especially if it’s left overs from his brothers. 

🏹  He isn’t that interested in sharing, however if Kanato were to, it’d be alongside Laito. 

🏹  But even then, Kanato still has that slight discomfort in the back of his mind. 

🏹  Point is, like most, he’d pester and annoy. But since Kanato is practically a fiend for attention (basically an attention whore), he’d make the reader's life difficult. 

🏹  This, along with his possessive tendencies, intertwined with his insecurities, makes him to be a perfect ticking time bomb. 

🏹  Kanato has had some encounters with vampire hunters, however not as many as you’d think. 

🏹  He seems to blend in pretty well with the humans, so he’s never really at risk of being found out by the church. 

🏹  But this new Bride… they’re different. 

🏹  Laito’s noticed and most likely let it slip in conversation with Kanato, leading Kanato to wonder if he should take what Laito says with a grain of salt. 

🏹  Either way, the cats out the bag. Reader is an Ex-Vampire Hunter. 

🏹  Kanato would find it amusing. Probably play around with the reader, but in all, he wouldn’t want anything else from them. 

🏹  More importantly, he’d feel somewhat inferior due to the knowledge of their killings, potentially taking it out on the reader. 

🏹  Kanato doesn’t like the idea of being overpowered, and having someone with the prior experience would make him at odds with himself. 

🏹  In terms of not trying to kill him, Kanato would, for his security and ease of mind, assume that the reader was weak or at least a coward.

Ayato:

🏹  If reader physically seems like his type from the get go, then you know Ayato’s hit the mark.

🏹  Either way, Ayato will still mess with the reader, it’s just his normal. 

🏹  He’d do his usual, prey on his unsuspecting victim and get the nourishment he craves, plus a little extra if he’s really in the mood. 

🏹  Ayato normally goes for all the Brides, and he does take a major thrill in seeing their fear, so don’t think that reader happens to be an exception to this. 

🏹  Ayato, when finding out would be shocked. 

🏹  Like he wouldn’t see it coming at all.

🏹  He’d probably be the only one out of the brothers who didn’t see anything weird as he was in his own little head.

🏹  He’d be the only one to want to test this vampire hunter thoroughly. 

🏹  He’d use it as an ego boost if anything.

🏹  Like randomly asking reader to spar, or hunt his prey. 

The entire ordeal just became much more thrilling for this hunter. 

🏹  Ayato also would use it as practice for himself, especially after that night out gone wrong with Laito.

🏹  He’d try his best to learn the ways vampire hunters are trained, and how he could avoid an incident again.

🏹  But he’s not weak. Remember that. He’s capable for himself, and can put up a mean fight. 

🏹  In terms of the reader attempting to kill him, or lack thereof… He’d be the one to question them the most on it. 

🏹  As in, he’d be really nosy, and truly want to figure out if they had any ulterior motives. 

🏹  Ayato can be calculated when he pleases, but it doesn’t always translate accordingly. 

Subaru:

🏹  Subaru normally keeps himself away from the Prospective Bride’s, only giving an appearance to hopefully make them leave and save themselves. 

🏹  To his dismay, they’re all the same. 

🏹  This doesn’t change with reader. 

🏹  However, he notices right off the bat that something’s wrong with this Bride. 

🏹  He doesn’t exactly know what that is, but it’s bugging him. 

🏹  Subaru tends to lurk and watch from the shadows. 

🏹  Like Laito, he’s there. Waiting. 

🏹  He might be cautious about this new Bride, considering how his defences will be even more heightened due to his trust issues. 

🏹  He’d isolate himself, and if he really needs to, he’d get blood. Other than that, expect to never see him, only once in a blue moon. 

🏹  Once reader’s alias is exposed, he’d thank himself for playing defensive. His gut instincts are never wrong, so he’d be at least at ease with that. 

🏹  He’d stay away, and make it a point to keep his walls up even more than he did. 

🏹  Subaru would see reader as a potential threat, and definitely do a lot to learn more about them and their past occupation. 

🏹  He’d be high;ly skeptical as to why the reader hadn’t taken the chance to run and flee, especially considering that they can fend for themselves. 

🏹  However, there's the flip side where Subaru would use this as an advantage to end his own life. 

🏹  It’s canon that he is borderline suicidal, and that he does seek it out, so I wouldn’t put it past him to bait the reader into killing him.

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Thank you, Anon!!

#ask reply #diabolik lovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #sakamaki family

[aurumacadicus]

Crime writer Tony actual assassin bucky,

I am so bad at crime rest in pieces Tony lmao.

Tony sort of... falls into writing accidentally. Rhodey joins a book club in college and Tony joins with him because he's codependent and after the first three books, they read a frankly abysmal adaption of the Black Dahlia murder. Unfortunately, Tony is the best at working out of spite, so as soon as 'man, even I could write a better and more respectful novel than this,' it just sort of... happens. Rhodey is the first person he shows, nervous and antsy. Rhodey has the best poker face Tony's ever seen, even better than Howard and Obie's. He had no idea what Rhodey thinks of it. Finally, Rhodey looks up at him, and he says, "This was really good, but it could be better. I'm giving it to the book club." Tony wails in dismay because he's a perfectionist when it comes to showing things off, but Rhodey drags him to book club kicking and screaming, because they're mostly English majors and they'll have more insight than he does. The book club rips it to shreds, but they tell him exactly why, and his second draft barely has any red marks on it at all when they read it. While Tony's in college, he publishes his novels under a pen name, and his book club are his editors. Once he graduates, he starts publishing under his own name, with part of the proceeds going into two non-profits--a book club and a writers workshop for underprivileged youth.

Bucky's descent into serial killing is not an accident at all. One of his sisters is beaten almost to death by her boyfriend, and when the guy only gets a slap on the wrist by the courts because it's his first offense, Bucky makes him disappear. The only other person who knows is Steve, mostly because they're so close he would have found out anyway. Luckily, the most Steve ever says about it is, "Don't tell me anything. I'm a bad liar." He figures part of it is because Steve had been with him when they'd found his sister bleeding and unconscious on her apartment floor. He'd seen Steve's jaw clench at the hearing when the guy was let off on probation. His rage that the system was failing someone who had almost been murdered by an intimate partner. Steve had decided to throw himself into getting laws changed, harsher sentences. It was slow going. It was probably the only reason he turned a blind eye when Bucky decided to take a more... hands on approach.

Tony and Bucky, miraculously, meet when Bucky sneaks into his apartment. Or, well, "meet." Tiberius had just been let off assault charges simply because he was rich, and Tony hadn't gotten a chance to change the locks because he was in the hospital recovering from being strangled. Bucky had meant to sneak in and kill Tiberius while Tony was still at the hospital, so he'd have an alibi. But apparently Tony had signed out of the hospital against medical advice to avoid the press, and Bucky had snuck into his apartment to find Tiberius backhanding him to the ground. So he simply stepped further into the apartment and snapped Tiberius's neck. Clean. Efficient. Fast enough that Tony, dazed and bleeding from a head wound again, wouldn't realize it. "Let's get you cleaned up," Bucky says gently, helping Tony to his feet. "But Tiberius--" Tony starts, lip bleeding as well. "He's sleeping," Bucky assures him, and helps Tony to the bathroom to clean him up. Calls a friend to come sit with him because he's adamant he's not going to the hospital. Gets him tucked onto the couch with a milkshake and an old sci-fi movie in the background. Grabs Tiberius by the scruff to drag him out. "So dinner? Tomorrow? With me?" Tony slurs, blinking doe eyes at him. "Sure," Bucky agrees, good-natured, and expects to never see him again.

"So," Tony says, tablet and stylus in hand. "What's the easiest way to kill somebody." "We are at my job," Bucky complains immediately, grabbing him by the arm to drag him over to the antique book section. "How did you find me?" "I'm Tony Stark," Tony says, and then, "Also I follow Steve on Instagram and there are pictures of you with him. I asked where you worked and he's a bad liar." "He really isn't, he just panics," Bucky says. He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, and does not mention that the way Tony is checking out his biceps are not subtle. "Why do you follow Steve?" "I like the work he's doing to get more stringent laws for domestic violence," Tony tells him seriously, and Bucky throws his hands up in frustration. "Anyway. Do you wanna go get lunch?" "You watched me k--" Bucky begins, outraged, then swallows it back and takes a deep breath. He glances around to make sure they're still alone, then whispers, "You watched me kill your ex-boyfriend." "He was going to kill me," Tony says, shrugging. "The bar is on the floor." "Jesus Christ," Bucky moans, dragging his hands down his face.

Tony has the self-preservation of a gnat and keeps inviting Bucky out. Bucky is absolutely appalled. He's dangerous. Tony has seen him kill somebody. And he still wants to have dinner? "And raunchy sex that makes me blush when I remember it maybe," Tony offers, shrugging. "Tiberius didn't usually even get me to come." Somehow Bucky is not surprised and yet still incredibly offended on Tony's behalf. "Well, I'm pretty good in bed," he says mulishly, because it's not fair that Tony hasn't had a partner that cared about his pleasure in bed recently. And then somehow he gets locked down into a long-term relationship. He is absolutely stunned. "Tony's like that," Steve tells him, and then, "Actually I'm surprised this didn't happen sooner. Please tell Tony to stop telling me how good you are in bed." "You tell Tony to stop asking me to show him how to kill people for his books," Bucky retorts, and then they both stare at each other, stone faced, as they realize oh. So this is just what Tony's like then.

Bonus: Tony goes back to his old pen name so he can write self-published raunchy romance novels of a writer and his serial killer boyfriend. Bucky is mortified but also aroused. Tony coyly asks him what he'd do in the killer character's position in the bedroom and Bucky is FURIOUS that it gets him horny. It doesn't stop him from showing Tony, though.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #winteriron #tw: domestic violence #tw: domestic abuse #not between tony and bucky tho

[jedimaesteryoda]

Victarion had been sent by Euron to retrieve Daenerys to be his bride, but Victarion has other plans: he intends to marry Daenerys himself and become king not just of the Iron Isles but all of Westeros. Having spent his entire life being the follower serving others from his father to his brothers, and having failed to win the kingsmoot, he now takes the opportunity to become the leader.

"Where else? The dragon queen awaits me in Meereen." The fairest woman in the world if my brother could be believed. Her hair is silver-gold, her eyes are amethysts.

-ADWD, The Iron Suitor

On wings of song I fly to you, Daenerys, the iron captain thought.

-ADWD, Victarion I

The way Victarion thinks of Daenerys is notably similar to another Westerosi suitor, Quentyn. Quentyn saw himself by his own admission as on “a grand adventure . . . Demon roads and stormy seas, and at the end of it the most beautiful woman in the world. A tale to tell our grandchildren” only for his plan to marry her fall flat. Victarion likewise was sent to retrieve her by his sovereign, and thinks of her as a reward at the end of his long quest. 

It’s seen further in his thoughts on her.

But I shall make the dragon queen mine own. She will share my bed and bear me many mighty sons."

-ADWD, The Iron Suitor

And Euron had not made Victarion a gift of her; the Crow's Eye meant to take her for himself. He sends me like a serving man to fetch her. How he will howl when I claim her for myself. Let the men mutter. They had sailed too far and lost too much for Victarion to turn west without his prize.

-ADWD, Vication I

The way he refers to her as “gift” and “prize” shows how before he even meets her, he’s objectifying her. He projects his fantasies onto her as some prize or damsel in distress wanting a big, strong man to come get her to become his trad wife who gives him sons, and just goes along with what he wants without even wondering what she might want. 

He’s missing some clear indicators about the abilities and person of the girl he means to marry that are pointed out by Tyrion:

"I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad … a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere out upon the grass her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has crossed the grasslands and the red waste, survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet.”

While the submissive Vicarion was handed the Iron Fleet, Daenerys built nearly everything from the ground up. Daenerys didn’t get her dragons, her army or her city by being meek and submissive, but has shown herself to be strong, smart and resourceful and capable.  

Victarion will find to his dismay when he finally meets her that Daenerys isn’t some meek, submissive damsel but someone just like his niece Asha who is a strong, proud leader (and smarter than him) not willing to subordinate her goals and ambitions to his.

He had seen the wench wed too, but what of it? She would not be the first woman Victarion Greyjoy had made a widow.

-ADWD, The Iron Suitor

But then where does he go from there? The dumb brute’s ideology is constrained by the Old Way which taught him nothing about diplomacy. What happens if she rejects his offer of marriage? Victarion likely will not give up after having come so far, and when in doubt, he would consult the Old Way or ask what Euron might do. 

The Old Way taught him to take things by force, including people. Victarion has taken salt wives before, and he was even willing to kill Dany’s husband Hizdahr just so he could marry her without even taking into account her reaction to such an act, showing a clear lack of regard for her consent. I think should Daenerys make it clear that she won’t marry him freely, it would result in him trying to marry her by force. 

"In the Seven Kingdoms, there are tales of dragons who grew so huge that they could pluck giant krakens from the seas.”

That, of course, won’t end well for him. While “at sea the kraken rules supreme,” in the Dothraki Sea, the dragon reigns supreme. His attempts at courting Daenerys will likely end the same way Quentyn’s did as the dragon Daenerys named in the spirit of the husband who protected her, Drogon, will likely deal with this troublesome suitor.

The deeply misogynistic Victarion who abducted women as salt wives and beat them to death for being raped by his brother, dies at the hands of a woman he tries to take by force. Daenerys herself ends up taking his Iron Fleet after having paid the Iron Price of Victarion.  

Thus is the fate of any Greyjoy who strives for a crown. 

#asoiaf #victarion greyjoy #queen daenerys #daenerys #quentyn martell #house greyjoy #house targaryen #drogon #daenerys targaryen #dothraki

[writing-blocked-me]

Over the Years

Chuuya x gn!reader

CW: BSD Spoilers (half anime based, half manga based) (15 and Strombringer spoilers)

Pairings: Chuuya x Reader

Notes: So I’m new to fic writing on tumblr but hi!  A proper introduction post will probably come at a later date but for now my name’s Liv and I write for Bungou Stray Dogs (mostly) ad a few other fandoms (though I’m not confident enough to post anything for them quite yet).  Hope you enjoy :)

Fic under the cut :)

You could never really be sure when exactly you fell in love with Chuuya Nakahara.  Hell, you couldn’t even tell when you’d started to see him as a friend, instead of the fearsome, gravity-manipulating mafioso that he was to most others.  

It might’ve been when you first met him, though you couldn’t say for certain.

 It was one of your first days on the job, having just recently been recruited by the Port Mafia after they had absorbed the gang you had previously been working for.  Kouyou had taken a liking to you and taken you under her wing.  As you were delivering documents one day, you overheard Dazai and another, unrecognisable voice arguing.  Though you barely interacted with the Demon Prodigy, you had never heard him shout.  He was always quiet, calculating and observant.  Never loud or outwardly enraged as he sounded then.  It made you curious, so you’d decided to sneak a peek. That’s when you saw him, red faced and equally as enraged as the brunette opposing him.  He’d argued with so much passion that you were partially in awe, but mostly amused.  That amusement slowly turned into giggles, which alerted the two adversaries to your presence.  Dazai told you to get back to work.  Chuuya had just stared.  After you left, you overheard Dazai teasing him about it; the screaming started up again. It had taken him a week after that to finally introduce himself, you thought it was cute.

It might’ve been as you’d grown closer.  

Within a year of joining the Port Mafia, Chuuya had started making a name for himself.  He’d joined the Flags, the mafia’s group of youngsters, who had taken him in as one of their own - his friends.  He’d also become fast friends with you.  Despite his aggressive personality, Chuuya was really easy to get along with.  You would spend time with each other constantly, watching TV, playing games at the arcade, being teenagers.  Chuuya actually made you feel kinda normal, despite working for a criminal organisation.  You’d tease him for his height and he’d get all angry and try to insult you.  In the end, you’d just end up laughing. There were times you’d stay up all night, playing games or talking.

  During the attacks by Verlaine, you’d narrowly escaped death, Verlaine targeting you after his assassination of the flags.  You’d comforted Chuuya as you both mourned the flags and you’d been by his side as much as possible when he was still discovering his origins.  His strength throughout it all was something you both admired and adored.  You were grateful you were able to stay by him and make sure he was safe, much to Chuuya’s dismay.  He’d wanted to have you shipped off somewhere, even going as far as asking Dazai for help.  Needless to say it hadn’t worked.  Chuuya was not the only stubborn-headed menace out of your little duo.

  After the events, when Chuuya had become an executive, and Mori had finally divulged the information on his family’s whereabouts, you had still stayed by him.  You even went with him to see his parents, and comforted him when he left without saying a word.  

You were able to see him grow and you saw beneath just the angry mafioso, to the guarded, loyal boy beneath.  Maybe that’s when you fell in love with him. 

Maybe it was as he grew older.  

While he barely grew any taller, he had definitely matured.  His jaw was sharper and his muscles more defined - he looked good.  He’d grown his hair out and it now fell on his shoulder.  His dress sense had changed too, from leather jackets with hoodies, to suits with an unbuttoned shirt, to, finally, his current look - the dapper mafia suit with an overcoat draped over the top and his signature hat.  He looked more mature and grown up and, while he was always handsome, the confident aura with which he went about his day made him even more attractive.  

That confidence was definitely not for show either.  Chuuya had worked so hard to get stronger, grow tougher and be better.  As the years progressed, you could definitely see the difference.  You had watched him slowly become a better leader, one of the strongest members of the Port Mafia, someone you were so lucky to be beside.  Chuuya, despite all of his promotions and successes, still continued to hang out with you, still considering you a friend and keeping you close.  As he got stronger, he was able to protect you more and saved you countless times.  That’s not to say you didn’t save him, though.  You saved him as well, though not always in the same way.  He was always working hard, which made you strive to work harder.  He inspired you to improve.  Maybe that’s when you fell in love with him.

Maybe you fell for him when you shared your first kiss.

It was at the end of a long, tough mafia mission.  Both of you had been exhausted, but wanting to celebrate, you decided to go to a local mafia haunt for a few drinks.  Chuuya, being the lightweight that he is, was hammered two glasses of wine in, the tiredness further, lowering his tolerance.  You, however, were on your fifth glass of wine and, though tipsy, were still conscious.  At this point, one of the other bar goers approached you, letting out a wolf whistle as he did so.  You tried to politely inform him of your disinterest, but he, also in a rather drunken state, did not seem to be taking no for an answer.  You continued in your efforts to dissuade him but Chuuya did not take the man’s persistence so well.  Not unexpectedly, you weren’t allowed back at that bar.  At least, not for a while. 

After the fiasco, Chuuya had insisted on walking you home, though really, you were the one guiding him to your apartment.  You helped him hobble up the stairs to your floor, only letting go of him when you were at the door to find your keys.  You quickly unlocked the door, before you grabbed the executive mafioso once more, leading him to the couch.  Big mistake.  Although he was small, Chuuya was deceptively strong, even while drunk, and he pulled you down with him as he flopped onto the couch.  It was then that he whispered to you how much he cared for you, how grateful he was that you had stuck by him throughout everything, how much he wished you would stay with him forever.  Less than a second after his whispers had finished, he shoved his lips to yours in a very sloppy, drunk kiss.  To you, however, it was perfect.  Immediately afterwards, Chuuya fell asleep.  On top of you.  His soft snores filling your apartment as you stared at him in shock and adoration.  Maybe that’s when you fell.

You could never really remember when it was you fell in love with the ginger mafioso.  Maybe it was sudden, a single moment that set your heart ablaze.  Perhaps it happened more gradually, with little moments shared between you building into a strong bond that eventually blossomed into love.  It could have been at any time, in any way; you had known him for so long and it felt like you had loved him forever.  You might never know when you fell.  

However, whenever you spent time with him, your heart swelled and filled with love.  So you supposed it didn’t really matter when you fell in love with him or how or why.  All that mattered was that you were in love with Chuuya Nakahara.

Chuuya didn’t know when he fell in love with you, or how, or why.  He guesses it could have been anytime over the years, you’d always been by him and he’d always appreciated you, which then turned into love.  But Chuuya also knew that the when, why and how were not important.  He loved you and he would continue to love you for as long as you’d let him.  The ring he was carrying in his jacket pocket, as he made his way to dinner with you was evidence of that.  Chuuya Nakahara loves you and wants to spend forever feeling this way, with you by his side.

#dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd 15 #bsd stormbringer #port mafia #bsd #x reader #gn reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd port mafia #bsd spoilers #stormbringer spoilers #15 spoilers

[witchofthesouls]

I’m not sure if you’ve heard of this theory/trope but it’s one I’ve heard throughout my years in the fandom but it’s basically served in crumbs because that’s how rarely I’ve heard it.

The theory/trope is basically that Starscream is Megatron’s son, whether biological or adopted, and given how their canon relationship is like it’s an extremely fucked ‘father and son’ dynamic.

Depending on the continuity, Starscream both wants Megatron’s approval and for him to be gone, but no matter what continuity, Starscream knows that deep down he can never be Megatron or inspire the same loyalty and fear as he does. Basically acts the way almost every person who grew up with daddy issues acts.

Then in comes Megatron’s hybrid bitlet. Megatron doesn’t treat them the way he treats Starscream, his first child. Megatron is firm and strict with them but never lifts a hand to them and rarely raises his voice at them and doesn’t subjugate them to the same humiliation and abuse that he does with Starscream.

Starscream rarely sees the child (Megatron keeps his SIC far away from the apple of his eye and when he isn’t there to enforce it, Soundwave sure as hell does) but on the rare occasions that he has, he can see the how protective and territorial Megatron gets over them, but also how much he cares and loves them (in his own way, of course).

It very much a gives “-that means she was always capable of change, but I just wasn’t worth changing for” and “we may have the same parent but we had very different childhoods.”

Oh yeah, I've seen takes on it. It's been a while, though. It was slanted as a Megatron was a father-figure to a grieving prince (major political leverage) or direct spark-kin as an explanation why he never kills Starscream after multiple assassination attempts.

There are multiple ways to go about this scenario:

Treatment based on Megatron's future plans. Starscream is supposed to be his heir and needs that cruel edge to be the Decepticon leader, but his hybrid sibling is slotted for a perhaps different role? Fostering political ties via matrimony? An ambassador to be their voice on a galactic stage?

Treatment based on how they come into Megatron's hands. Think of it as cultural differences and age he stepped into the role of father. If he actually sparked an Elite Vosian noble, then it would be a mess. As in Megatron didn't even know about his son's existence and Starscream doesn't know his sire, only the shadow of his carrier getting sparked with a single sparklet (bad omen among the Vosians) and following his carrier on her assignments as a diplomat to other city-states. A teenage!Starscream of a high-caste will not get along with Megatron's everything. He's absolutely dismayed that his carrier would sigh fondly or sharply reprimand Starscream is "exactly like your sire!" No, he isn't! Meanwhile, hybrid sibling was born into Megatron's hands and doesn't know anything else but the ship.

Treatment based on biological quirks. I imagine that Seekerkin sparklings tend to be aggressive and prone to outbursts to their age mates because they're attempting to establish a hierarchy among them, and an overactive prey-drive still settling as they differientiate kin, strangers that are neutral, and unknown hostiles. It's the duty of overwatching adults to make sure the scraping doesn't get too out of hand and draw the boundaries of what is and isn't acceptable in play. Megatron is a damn tank/gun, and neither of them do that. So he thinks he had a wild, unruly child who was trying to savage the living daylights out of any playdate. Hybrid sib, on the other hand, has a shorter lifespan running against them. Plus, are they starting off as a human or a newspark? Do they switch in-between? Are they a tiny newborn that Megs need to mass displace down to even let them hold his pinky finger?

Difference based on health. Sibling isn't well. Megatron keeps them far away from everyone else due to their fragility. Megatron allows himself to be softer because there is no guarantee they will reach adulthood, let alone lead any part of the forces.

#ask #transformers #megatron #starscream #parental relationship #bitlets #sparklings #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology #tf headcanons #medical complications #maccadam #my thoughts #look imagine starscream is like a stray cat to his sick little sib #oh the fights he'll have with megs #especially since star and skyfire have backgrounds in xeno

[fandom-trash-xl]

If you're still doing headcanons I have a few ideas, no pressure though! Feel free to ignore: 1: How do you think Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu force would be as babysitters for Kuriza? I can totally see them all being goofy uncles (especially the ginyus I mean, come on, you can’t say that’s not cute) 2: Hoo boy, I live for angst. (Kind of playing off the Kuriza in danger headcanons) How do you think Frieza would handle him going missing (via being kidnapped or assassins or something) and

Not a problem at all! I'm always up for headcanons.

In terms of the original Z Frieza Force as babysitters, I feel like Kuriza babysitting ends up being one of those out of the blue side assignments that eventually most of the elites have to take on at one point or another. Basically, if Frieza needs to take on something last minute and needs someone to watch Kuriza, usually in the event of Berryblue's unavailability (she'd definitely be elsewhere in the Force fleet during the events of Namek, else she wouldn't make it Super), it falls on one of his most trusted associates to take a temporary non-combatant position for this high honor- he doesn't let just anyone manage his son.

I headcanon Zarbon and Dodoria as babysitters as being similar to Dude Dad's "If Toddlers had Bodyguards" videos. The Ginyus are definitely more of the fun uncles. Guldo could probably get some entertainment going with his time-freezing ability. The gig is often a group effort, all members of the force willing to pitch it. However, Jeice, Burter, Guldo, and Recoome almost never get tasked with a solo job. This is because, out of the whole Ginyu Force, Kuriza imprints the most on Captain Ginyu himself- it's mainly because of the horns; Frieza would be in his First Form during this period. Ginyu doesn't mind at all- in fact, he welcomes the title of honorary uncle.

Kuriza of course picks up a plethora of poses from Uncle Ginyu... somewhat to Frieza's dismay once he starts striking said poses obsessively. It was a long week before that phase died down.

If we have Kuriza around during Namek era, I headcanon that he stayed with King Cold during that arc. Frieza deemed it a bit risky to take him along to Namek; good foresight there.

Now that we've covered the fluff, let's dive into the angst shall we?

Kuriza going missing would definitely send Frieza into an anxious frenzy, often going sleepless until Kuriza is found, deploying search parties and recovery teams to seek him out. Of course, there's great motivation in the teams' search efforts- they'll not only be spared the emperor's wrath but the first to find him will be rewarded handsomely.

At one point, Kuriza briefly wanders off to explore out of boredom during one of Frieza's conquests... not knowing that his brief little roaming would result in a pack of troops being sent to hunt him down. Frieza gets worried sick. What if he had gotten lost? What if he had gotten hurt? Kuriza wishes his hand would be held a bit less when he gets older.

On an unfamiliar planet, where his dominion has yet to be established, Frieza is given justifiable reason to worry, as Kuriza being the heir practically paints a target on his head. Kidnapping for a ransom can be a risky move, as it's rare that Frieza will pay up... instead the kidnapper may pay him in their own blood. Plus, Kuriza has powerful ki attacks on his side, a pretty effective "stranger danger" whistle.

Assassins are a whole different matter; even an attempt is an act of high treason. I've actually used this concept in some older one-shots. Assassins are dealt with swiftly and often very bloodily, and since most conspirators stem from within a planet's government as a coup, the punishment is often more widely spread across the lands.

In the very dark event of the assassins proving successful, Frieza enters a state of utmost fury, rational thought switching off, and the coup planet is destroyed without a second thought, no matter what value was left on its surface... his mentality is overwhelmed by his emotional half; why should he care about what valuable resources this planet of traitors has to offer when they've taken his most valuable resource from him? After the initial heat, there is a depression soon to follow. Negligent parties are reprimanded accordingly yet he feels there's a pang of blame to be put on himself.

#asks #butterrats #headcanons #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #frieza #kuriza #captain ginyu #zarbon #dodoria #ginyu force #fluff #angst

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

i don’t usually write aus but i can’t get the idea of a princess reader with brady as her loyal knight out of my head. maybe he grew up in the castle, training to be part of the kingsguard, and the mischievous young princess befriends him, not concerned about their different stations. he’s her first kiss when they’re just children and she bullies him into teaching her some self defense. he’s always been halfway in love with her, but knows she’s meant to marry for the good of the kingdom.

he’s fine with it (he’ll never be fine with it and will love her until his dying day) until the king is assassinated and she’s the queen regent and he’s put on her guard, swearing to protect her with his life. he stands guard at her door, stoic until he hears her sobbing in her room about her dead father and the responsibility on her shoulders. against his training, brady cracks open the door and she flings herself into his arms, sobbing on his shoulder and he curls around her, stays the night with her head tucked under his chin

and as she grows more confident in her ruling abilities, her advisors have her presented with suitors and she turns them all away, loyal knight brady at her side throughout it all. he’s the only one she can talk to because he’s the only one who has her best interests at heart

and she convinces him to bring her for a midnight stroll around the gardens because she feels like she’s suffocating in the castle. and he agrees and under the moonlight she grabs him by the tunic and kisses him and he kisses her back before he remembers himself, gently pushing her away, wishing he could kiss the dismayed pout off her face

and she listens to his excuses and dismisses them as excuses and he’s never really been able to say no to his princess so they begin an affair and his princess says she’ll have no one but her knight by her side

and she continues to reject the suitors during the day while screaming brady’s name at night and he whispers promises and oaths into her skin, traces his fingers over her skin, vows to never leave her side

and she cards her fingers through his hair - grey, far too grey for someone so young, but she loves it, calls it distinguished - and whispers that she will never allow him to leave her side

and she makes a pronouncement to her advisors, her loyal knight at her side, that she will be wed to her loyal knight or she will abdicate and the people of the kingdom love their princess and will riot if she abdicates so they’re left with no choice really. she leaves them no choice, her face set in stony determination

and there is a spring wedding, gates to the castle thrown open, a feast and dancing and kisses no longer in secret and the princess marries her loyal knight, who becomes her loyal husband, most trusted advisor, and father to the brood of children he can’t seem to stop putting in her

and they live happily ever after

#brady skjei #brady skjei x reader #brady skjei x you #honestly don’t even ask me what this is because it sucks? #idk i think i have too much coffee and sugar in my system lol

[azuremliam]

Finally got around to drawing some more bug people of Liam's au world!

This is Mr. Horrid, based off of a Horrid King Assassin Bug!

Infodumping about him under the readmore :) (And putting down in text what it says is the drawing)

[Mr. Horrid (Or "Gramps" by Liam) Taught Liam how to fight, both against Beasts and potential overly curious insects that want to see what a human tastes like. He's a True Bug of few words, but certainly knows how to get the "point" across.]

Mr. Horrid has been friends with Liam's moms for ages and in fact trained Vera. Dude's super old. But doing well for his age.

He's also around Vera's height, and towers over most in their hometown.

He's apart of the city/hive guards with Vera more often than not too. But Horrid travels a lot more than Vera does, and a lot farther for some guard jobs and visiting his own family. Assassin Bugs are in high demand for guarding travel routes on the ground along with Ants. Wasps and Dragonflies usual handle air pathways.

Mr. Horrid also has been through a lot, missing almost an entire arm and hand. Both of which were plucked off by the Beasts. Doesn't let it slow him down though. His wings are just tattered from age and so are his antenna.

Liam thinks he's the coolest when they're first introduced, and Horrid treats them (and their two siblings) like one of his own grandchildren. Finn and Jake on the other hand think he's well- horrifying much to his dismay. He grows on them eventually, and they call him "Grampy".

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During guard work he's super serious, but on his off time he's a big sweetie and is always giving Liam and their bros food when he spots any of them. It's that grandparent power that manifests food for grandkids.

His "Will" is to leave his parts of his Pronotum (The spiky bits shielding his neck and right above his wings) to Liam when he whenever passes on. Whenever any insect person dies they let their deceased bodies be consumed by others and pass down parts of their "armor" or even wing clips for others to make use of.

(Its why future Bug World Finn has Jake's Elytron (the harden modified wings that act as the shell) when visiting Azure Liam.)

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Unlike other insects, for instance the wasps, beetles, mantids- The true bugs can't speak human languages well if at all thanks to their weaponized tongues.

He (and other's of his kind) click, trill, and hiss to communicate. It's learnable- but its hard for humans to get it down right when you don't have the right vocal cords for it.

Liam and Finn can "speak" it, but its rough around the edges. And rough on the throat. Most of the True Bugs get what they're trying to say though.

#bug world au #Mr. Horrid #insects #bugs #insect character #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc