#master stag tag

[stagbeetleboy]

YAYYYY SHEEV!

[sigilsongs-a]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ... ALL ALT. TIMELINES + verse tags

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐮, 𝐈.

Born in Volantis in a community of dancers, performers, mummers, and magicians. Her mother was an acrobat, and her father was a lead actor in their troupe, leading to their daughter, Sana, becoming very involved in their world of colour and theatrics. She would dance, she would swing from the trapeze; flying through the air like a sparrow, and perform little parts as an actress on stage. She preferred acrobatics, like her mother, and became a contortionist, but also enjoyed helping backstage with her father and the other actors; assisting with their quick-changes and make-up, and tending to the costumes. Whilst travelling across the Narrow Sea the group was struck by tragedy when the ship they had bought passage on was smashed against the unforgiving rocks in Shipbreaker Bay in Westerosi waters. Most people aboard the ship drowned... including the entire troupe (her found family) and her parents, (her only kin). A handful of souls survived. It was a horrible sight and experience to endure, yet Sana was one of the few non-crew members that managed to claw her way to shore amongst the carnage. At first she was rendered into a state of shock; mostly unresponsive for weeks, speaking only Volantene (though she was fluent in numerous languages), and having horrible, screaming nightmares of the shipwreck. Sana would come around but would never feel whole again; with the death of her parents and friends, she also lost her love for performance.   This AU verse is applicable to all other ASOIAF timelines.

[unleashed-fest]

UNLEASHED FEST FIC: WHEREVER HE LEADS ME

Pairing: Draco/Harry Rating: Explicit Word count: 11283 Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Potions Apprenticeship, Expecto Patronum | Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), Allergies, Nut allergy, Yoga, Draco Wears Yoga Leggings, Harry Wears Grey Sweatpants, Semi-Public Sex, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Kitchen Sex, Light Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Draco Malfoy Saves Harry Potter, Dancing, Clubbing, Dreams and Nightmares, Blow Jobs, parent with mental health issues, Potion Brewing (Harry Potter), Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleeping Together, Flowers, Pastries, Love Confessions, Pining, Crushes, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Soft Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 5+1 Things

Summary: Draco never knows when a certain someone’s stag Patronus will block his path as he’s trying to sneak out of a memorial or leap on his pelvis during yoga class.

He doesn’t even know if Harry Potter is sending frantic messages via stag on purpose.

But he does know that whenever the stag appears, he’ll follow it.

No matter where it leads.

Sneak peek: He could leave.

Draco doesn’t have to respond to the silent stag. He could turn around right now and go back to his flat and wait for Harry to contact him like a normal wizard.

He coughs out a laugh. Harry Potter, normal? Harry Potter, doing anything the traditional way? That will never happen.

READ WHEREVER HE LEADS ME ON AO3!

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[obsidianpen]

So I read incendiary and was immediately gone for it like the idea of tomarry and grindledore all being around the same age AND all ending up in the tournament is an insane premise and I have no idea how you're going to get Harry entered into it but god am I excited to read it. And since incendiary is an unofficial hauntingly sequel I decided to read that series and holy goddamn shit I went in knowing the ending would involve them going through the veil so I completely expected to be devastated but I was mostly caught of guard by how very very funny the fic was. Like some of the harrymort conversations ("you are temperature" had me laughing even though I knew something was going to go wrong soon), the drinking game with malfoy, the entire idea of Harry living with malfoy and snape, hermione mocking snape while looking like bellatrix, the potterwatch broadcast, the giant pink elephant in the room like yes this fic had such a bittersweet ending (Harry's drunken intro for the draco's book had me in tears) but god did I laugh while I read it. And obviously I had to follow that up with draco malfoy and the master of death and his patronus being a STAG and then ginny's reaction to it was so damn tragic I really did love hinny's "in another life" vibe because I really do love them . Also both fics ending with Draco and Tom jumping the same way into the next life was absolutely perfect

And then I went and reread incendiary because reading it as a sequel does give it a different vibe. Though since it's an unofficial sequel i guess the events of hauntingly wont really effect the story?? Considering how long hauntingly was the "slowest slow burn" tag has me wondering how long this fic is going to be and I'm very excited to see where you go with it

ooooooh I love to go on an incendiary tangent. And also thank you for reading hauntingly, I will never not love that fic. ❤️

but no, not really is the answer to your question. There will be some fun Easter egg type things but nothing that majorly effects anything. If I ever get back to it I plan on it being long but also involving a big time jump after the tournament school year

[valyrra]

thank you so much for tagging me @cloudofbutterflies92 and @chadillacboseman (I adore your ocs <3). It took me quite a while because I wasn't feeling any sort of inspiration for my ocs :(

Eyiri Lavellan ~ Deer ~

The Deer familiar is mostly known for its shy, gentle personality and closeness to nature. They are very graceful and gentle creatures, representing harmony and a soft-heart. However, that does not mean being defenseless, as the antlers of a stag show determination good (but not prideful) self-esteem. These familiars are very sensitive to changes in the environment, and use their knowledge never to harm, but to warn you of danger or an action you could regret

(It also fits so well in Dalish Inquisitor x Blackwall romance symbolism🤍)

A Deer familiar inspires their master and friends with ideas, raise their confidence, and warn them of danger or their actions.~~***~~This familiar represents:

Gentleness

Grace

Innocence

Confidence

Nature

Sensitiveness

no pressure tagging: @esolean @chewbokachoi @nadilu @scentedcandleibex @shanaraharlyah @livia25leelover @laylowtuna @malicedragoness @autismoplayden @n3ptoonz @elderglocks @queen-of-stoneharts @localravenclaw @kyuoki @johnlocsin-johnyakuza @shepardcommander and anyone who to join

[spicy30]

Forever Young, Forever Out of Reach

Pairing: Daario Naharis x Tall!Baratheon!Reader, Jon Snow x Tall!Baratheon!Reader (separate)

cw: Blood, violence, brief mentions of R@pe, age gap,

Mentions: AFAB reader

Rating: 18+

tags: @queen-cher-2002-blog

(Not Proofread)

“They’ve even claimed ancestral homes of ours Daenerys” Viserys spoke with such disdain as he looked at the banners displaying a crowned stag that hung over the large manor that had carved dragons on them.

Daenerys looked at the large manor, their new home for for a while she hoped. It was hard moving from place to place, but with Viserys always telling her of how the usurper king on the Iron Throne was always sending assassins for them she went with her brother wherever he dragged her. She let herself be dragged by him despite never really seeing these assassins.

The manor looked very beautiful, the dragons carved in the gates and the pillars of the home made it very pretty along with the lush garden that looked well-kept. There had to be someone living there, but Viserys claimed it was theirs by right so rightfully so they could walk in whenever they pleased. Daenerys was unsure, the Iron Throne was theirs by right too but they didn’t just sail off to Westeros to claim it back.

Both Viserys and Daenerys walked through the front gate. There were no guards in sight as they looked behind the bus. If this manor was theirs by right, why did they have to sneak in?

“Stay here and don’t move.” Viserys hissed at her before he left. She stayed crouched waiting for her brother to come back.

Viserys walked wearily around the manor looking for anyone. There didn’t seem to be anyone home deeming it safe enough for him and his sister, he walked back to where Dany was crouched and hiding.

“Dany! Get up! There's no one here, come one, we are taking back this manner from the usurper king!” Viserys told Daenerys as he ripped down the banners that hung on either side and then spit on them. He told Daenerys to do the same, so she did. …

Daario left early in the morning when his master came to claim him. You dismissed all the servants for the day and now here you were all alone with Fion and Ronan. All on your name day nonetheless. You stayed in your room looking through the box your father sent for you like he does every summer on your name day. It included several letters that he would send all at once since delivering letters overseas was very expensive and it was better to be practical and every year you would send a packet of letters back.

He sent letters telling of the latest fashions in court as best he could which was very good. He told you about political matters he faced, he also wrote to you about the newest edition to your family. Your little sister, Shireen Baratheon. You wished you were there to meet her, to have a chance to be a big sister, but you were here in Essos, and despite wanting a built-in life-long friend, you were happy here in Essos.

You looked through the jewelry your father had sent you. Such beautiful jewelry, many rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings though you had no piercings and hair ornaments. It was his way of pushing you to let more of you show, but it had been three years and you still wore the same attire you had always worn. But since you were alone and only Fion and Ronan were here, you humored yourself as you walked to your mirror and tried on the hair pieces on. How beautiful they were. You wondered just how much prettier they’d look if your hair was done up in an elaborate Southern style. Keeping it on, deciding that just for today, the day when no one was here was perfect to wear the gold pieces your father sent you.

Playing dress up made you feel good. It was nice to put on perfumes and put too many golden pieces in your hair. Each of your fingers has two or more rings and when they can't hold anymore you put them on your feet. Your neck was heavy with elaborate necklaces, and your wrists to your forearm were filled with gold and silver bangles. You ran to your mirror looking at yourself and twirling while laughing. You had entirely too much gold on.

Going to go look back into the box you stopped as you saw Fion and Ronan stop playing with each other and go silent as they focused on the door.

Looking in farther into the box you found perfumes, going to take them out you saw your hounds stop playing and stare outside your door. Fion got up and walked closer sniffing at the bottom, then Ronan got up. You stayed still and the realization came washing over you like a cold stream.

Someone was here. The Fion starts growling. Someone who isn’t supposed to is here. You look around your room to see if there is anything for you to protect yourself with, there isn’t much to your dismay. You’ll just have to rely on Fion and Ronan.

“Fion, Roana, here.” It was a quiet command on yourself but nonetheless obeyed by your hounds as they stood crossed in front of you. You walked to the door and opened it as silently as you could hearing a voice that sounded male.

…

Dany walked into the manor, never had she seen this style of decorating before, a style that she assumes is from Westeros. This is only further confirmed by her brother.

“This feels like home to Dany. This is what Westeros is like, this is how our home was.” Viserys spoke as he took it in. This place looked regal. The ceiling is high and features dark exposed wooden beams that give the room a traditional, grand feel. There is an ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, fitted with multiple lampshades. A tall, multi-pane window dominates one wall, framed by heavy, dark red drapes. Sunlight streams through, highlighting the richness of the interior.

Viserys touched the furniture, high in quality as expected. The furniture is classic and antique-inspired, with dark wooden frames and rich, upholstered cushions. A sofa with deep red or burgundy fabric is the centerpiece, accompanied by matching armchairs and several dark wooden tables. The room is furnished with various side tables, a large coffee table, and a wooden bench, all in traditional, rustic designs. Cushions and small decorative pieces on the tables added a layer of comfort and sophistication. Everything was perfect for him. It was the colors of his house. This home yelled his name as if waiting to be his.

Daenerys looks down at the rugs and flooring. The floor is covered with a large, patterned oriental rug, rich in color and design, which ties together the overall luxurious feel of the space. She walks over to the tapestry that covers a wall. She touches it, it is of the highest quality but looks slightly out of place with the dark rich color. It was gold with a crowned stag. She turned away and instead looked at the decorative vases placed on side tables and furniture pieces, adding to the old-world charm.

“Can I go off to explore?” Daenery asks timidly.

Viserys turns to her with a grin. “This is our home Dany! You can go anywhere you want here.”

Daenerys smiles before heading off hoping that perhaps she can find a small snack to eat while she explores the rest of the manor. She finds the kitchen and luckily enough there are sweets and cake out. Smiling, she takes as much as her small hands can hold and begins eating as much as she can. It had been days since Daenerys had a proper meal. She went off deeper into the manor eating her breads and sweets, but it wasn’t long before she heard a yell. Her brother yells.

Daenerys ran as fast as she could towards the screams of her brother. She came into the sight of two very large hounds and you, encrusted in gold, silvers, and all kinds of jewels. One of the hounds turned and guarded your backside. The hound was nearly as big as Daenerys. You turned to face her. She had a detailed headdress with metallic ornaments, chains, and beads, giving an almost crown-like appearance. The headgear seems to contain various metal and pearl-like elements, arranged symmetrically around her head. As she turned, Dany could hear all the jewelry clinking. The girl was covered in multiple layers of necklaces, with various types of beads—some that look like pearls, others colored with reds, greens, and blues. The arrangement is ornate, draping her shoulders and chest, creating an intricate and almost ceremonial look.

It looked inhuman just how much jewelry you had on.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my home!?” You yelled out as her dogs stayed close to her, never letting up their attention on Daenerys and Viserys.

“You’re home!?” Danearys heard her brother shout angrily. Daenerys didn’t know as much as her brother but she did not think that this was the best time to insult you, you who has two hounds as large as them.

“This is an ancestral home of the Targaryen, ours by right.” Viserys hissed out as he backed away from the large gray dog that nipped at him while bearing its teeth.

Daenerys watched as something crossed your face, almost like recognition. She wondered if you would have mercy on them because of their name. “You’re the last Targaryen.” She heard you mumble out before she saw her smile.

“My uncle often says one of his greatest regrets in life is not killing you himself.” You spoke with a meek voice while staring directly at Viserys. Daenerys made the connection, you were family with the usurpers! You would kill them! She watched you in horror as you told them who you were.

“You’re an usurper cunt! You’re no heir to DragonStone, I am! I am the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms! I am the rightful heir to the Iron Throne!” Viserys lashed out but not before the large greyhound lunged at him biting his leg. Daenerys screamed as her brother was being mangled. She watched the dog jerk until a sickening pop was heard. Daenerys watched as her brothers seemed to look elongated, it didn’t look right, not right at all.

“Stop! Please! Please stop! Have mercy on my brother! We’ll leave, we won’t come back.” Daenerys begged and pleaded with you to get your hound off her brother and let them live.

“Release.” You commanded and Dany watched as the hound let go and retreated back to her. “It would be treason to let you go and your brother attacked me and insulted me.” You spoke angry at the insults. “Perhaps, I should bring him your mangled bodies.” You threatened.

Dany's face paled and Viserys had wide eyes.

On one hand, you should have Fion and Ronan tear them apart and no one would question you, in fact, you’d be celebrated, and perhaps have your father praised and you would be able to ask for the Storm Lands as it was rightfully yours.

Yes, that outweighed whatever the other hand had. “Fion lock!” You pointed at Daenerys and Fion stalked forward focusing on her. “Ronan lock!” You pointed towards Viserys and Ronan stood tall over Viserys who was on the ground.

Quickly you went to the armory room and grabbed the first sword you saw. You pulled it down and it pulled you with it. Muttering a small curse you gathered your strength to pick it up before walking back to the Targeryens were.

Yes, you could do this, you kill them. It’s what you earned your name for. What were the other two lives? These would bring pride to your house.

As you walked the younger of the Targaryen children, the girl, she looked terrified. You would be too in her spot, you were terrified now and you were the one holding the sword. This would not be the first life you’ve taken right?

“You yourself have never killed anyone with your hands? Snuffed out the life from another and watched the light fade?” Daario’s words echoed in your mind.

“No, I don’t think so. They say I killed the queen first born with only a look. Does that count?” Your words came back to you. No, you had never really killed anyone. Could you now? Could you stick this sword in this little girl’s body and watch her bleed out? Regardless of the family name? Had she ever done you harm or the young man who laid over there? Could you kill for your name's sake?

You lifted the sword high. You would, you had to. You swung the sword down and a yell from the Targaryen girl sounded out as blood coated the sword. The sword fell on the floor, the tip covered in blood. You had never seen blood, much less anything you yourself inflicted. It was too much for your young mind to process.

You crumbled to the and began to cry, cry like the girl you were. “Gods forgive me, I can’t! I can’t kill them! Not even for the name-sake. By Robert!” You swore as you sobbed. You looked at the Targaryen girl in front of you who clutched her face as she cried and fell backwards. Blood was seeping through her hands. You gasped and crawled clothes to her. She screamed louder and backed away in fear. You heard her older brother yell curses at you.

“No! Please, I'm sorry! I really am! I’m sorry!” You tried to reach out to her as you cried and she hit your hand away and specks of her blood landed on your face and your hands. Fion went in to bite.

“Fion down!” You yelled out, but Fion didn’t listen. You lunged forward and hit him and yelled the command. He crouched and watched as you tried to crawl closer to her. In her eyes you had seen the fear you hadn’t seen in three years, except this time, you really did earn to be cursed by them. This time you did earn all the obscenities being yelled at you. You sobbed harder, bringing up your hands to your face to cry into them. Targyaren blood stains your face. “I’m sorry!” You pleaded once more, this time more silent. Ronan left Viserys and came to your side sitting by your side.

Viserys took this chance to take out a small dagger, one he had stolen, and got up to get his sister. Daenerys simply cried and stared at your crumpled form as you sobbed. She watched the blood on your face and on your hands. He felt her own blood dripping down her face.

“You! You dog of the false crown! Crown-stealer serpent!” Viserys yelled at you as held his sister's face now covered in blood, her once smooth perfect skin, gone, because of damned Baratheon.

“Just go.” You pleaded. “Just leave and don’t return, because I can’t do this!” You whispered out as you felt your hands become sticky with the blood. “Take what you must, food, supplies, money, anything! Just leave and don’t return!” You cried even harder looking at them with a blood-stained face. You ripped off jewelry and threw it at them. “Take it! Here take all of it!” You cried as you ripped off the jewelry.

Daenerys was simply whimpering and sniffing as she watched Viserys walk with a heavy limp to pick up the things she threw at them. Daenerys took after her brother picking up small pieces, most peculiarly an antlers-shaped ring. She put it on before walking back to the kitchen leaving her brother to pick up the rest of the jewelry. The cut on her face was still bleeding, but not as heavily. Grabbing some water from a bucket and some cloth she washed her hands, then her face. Daenerys winced before wrapping the cloth around her face. She looked at herself in a reflection of a pan. Daenerys felt like crying, the pain was dull now, but she looked hideous with this cloth. She could only hope that the cut healed nicely. Daenerys took the liberty of packing as much food as a crate could carry before she dragged it out, but not before she took a pouch of coins as well. Daenerys didn’t know what to think as she dragged the crate and saw her brother spit on the girl. The Baratheon cut her face but didn’t kill her and let them take things. However, if her brother hated her, then she supposed it would be best to hate her as well.

…

Daario walked towards the manor the next morning. None of the servants seemed to be here and your house banners weren’t hanging. He rushed inside the manor and saw the place ruined, the tarps of your house were all on the floor while old blood stained the floor and jewelry he knew was yours lay scattered. Assuming the worst he tossed the gift he had gotten for you on the nearest table and ran to your room while calling your name.

When he entered your room and he saw you he turned away as quickly as he could and shut his eyes. You were there in a corner crying, he could hear you. Your hair covered your face and arms as you crouched and cried into your knees. He had never seen your hair before, or any of you. It felt wrong to look at you. Wrong to see you without your coverings. Wrong to see your legs, the small bits of your arm your hair didn’t cover, the outline of you not obscured by your coverings.

Daario called your name as he walked blindly before giving you a sheet from your bed to put on top of you. He felt you take the sheets and wrap them around yourself. Finally, he opened his eyes to look at you. Your face was still hidden as the sheets were wrapped around you like a cloak.

“What happened?” Daario asked as he knelt by you. “Are you hurt? Is it your blood?”

You shook your head. “Targaryen.” It was a simple answer before you began to cry again. “I couldn’t do it Daario! I couldn’t kill them! For the life of me, I couldn’t! I cut the young girl’s face! There was a lot of blood! And Ronan! Oh, Ronan, I think he tore the poor boy's leg off! Should my uncle or father find out, I would bring shame on my family!”

“They won’t find out.” Daario attempted to comfort you by rubbing your back as you shook.

“But what if they do? I’m scared! You yelled at him shrugging off his hand. You looked up at him, the sheets falling over your face. “Do you know what they do with those affiliated with Targeyerns? The wife of Rheagar, Elia Martell, was innocent but her children were killed in front of her! She was raped! Raped then they killed her! The Lannisters! Only the Gods know what they will do to me! They could quarter me! Hang me, have me drawn and Burned, impale me, brand me, and humiliate me publicly more than already done so, they would have my head on a spike!” You hyperventilate as you try to calm down.

“Do you want me to find them? Hunt them down?” He asked you. Daario was good at killing and was decent at tracking. He doubted a limping boy and young girl could get far. He would kill for you if that's what it took to keep you happy and feel safe. That's why he was here.

“Gods no! No, I just…I can’t let anyone know.” You turned to him, the white sheets clung to your face. It was seen through where your tears stain. Despite knowing he was not supposed to look at you. He knew you didn’t want him looking at you, but it didn’t stop him from focusing on the small bits he could see you, your skin tone, and the round of your cheek as you took a hold of his face through the sheets in desperation. “You have to swear! Swear to me you won’t tell a soul!” You begged him as you held his face.

He grabbed your hands covered by sheets as he nodded. “I swear it.”

…

You were silent for over a fortnight and rarely ate or came out of your room. It was like the first year all over again. Then it turned into three cycles of the moon before you spoke again. Trying to talk to you felt like the first time again, though this time, it was him pushing you to do things. When he could, at least once a day he would try to get you outside to simply lay in the sun and take in the warmth. It worked sometimes, he would hear you sleeping in the heat other times you would walk back, but regardless he still got you to move. He talked to you about all sorts of things though you never seemed to respond, so today perhaps we would try a different angle.

“I once told you I was only good at one thing, but last week, when I went out, I discovered the second thing I’m good at,” Daario told you, and like before you didn’t respond. You lay flat on the hill.

“Women.” He spoke and watched you jerk your head in his direction and he bit down a smile.

“What!?” You spoke appalled.

“Being a champion comes with perks, women throw themselves at my feet. There is nothing like fucking a woman who wants to be fucked.” He spoke to you and smiled when he watched you stand suddenly.

“The mouth on you! Where did you-!?” You sputtered out.

“I’ve always spoken like this, just not in front of you.” Daario laid back letting the sun kiss his skin.

“You’ve never-! Wha! Why are you-!” You didn’t know what to say. No one had ever spoken to you in such a vulgar manner. Curses yes, but things about marital acts, never. Your mouth was wide open under your veil and your face grew hot as you walked over to him as he was laying down in the grass. “Have you married then!? Why have I not heard of your wife!?” You hoped he hadn’t. It wasn’t right for you to hope for that, but for some reason, you did hope that he would never marry. You looked down at him as he made a face.

“I do not need to be married to fuck.” Daario leaned up resting on his arms as he looked at you.

“Oh…. Are you sure?” From when you could remember, you were always told that you must be married to commit such acts and such acts were only for children and nothing more.

“How do you think Bastards are born?” He began to stand.

“Possession of evil?” You muttered weakly and reddened when he laughed and stood in front of you. “Does that mean you've fathered a bastard?” You asked him as you looked up.

He shook his head at you smiling. “Not any that I have knowledge of.”

You stepped back. “But there is a possibility!? Preposterous!” You stood back watching his grin being sighing. “Oh, I see, you were only jesting, in an attempt to get a reaction from me?” You watched as Daario shrugged and you rolled your eyes at him, even if he couldn’t see.

“Feeling better?” Daario decided against correcting you lest you turn back to your sour mood. After all, it would be best before he could give you your gift that he didn’t get to give you on your name-day. “Come, I have something to give you.” He saw you turn your head in a questioning manner. Over the years your body had become a lot more expressive, it was a habit that seemed to develop naturally around Daario. You wanted him to understand you, it would be no fun if you simply stayed as you were.

Walking back to the manor you pestered him with questions. He didn’t answer any, much to your dismay. Once inside he told you to stay put before he left to his chambers to get the clothes he got you. He walked out with clothes that were a muted green and had an earthy tone to it. He held the clothing gently before presenting it to you. He watched with a watchful eye for any indication of your reaction but got nothing, not a single ripple in your silks or a twitch of a hand, nor a slight head turn. He began to worry slightly as retracted the clothes back to himself. “We can get you another one if you’re not happy with this one.”

You quickly reached out, stopping him from taking the dress before shaking your head slightly. “No! It’s…it is wonderful, thank you.” You spoke softly as you took the clothes from him rubbing your thumb over it as if trying to feel the material. Turning your head up slowly to face him, you grinned with tears threatening to fall. “This means more than you could ever know to me. Thank you, Daario Naharis, my sworn shield. I know you cannot see me, but I am smiling with all my heart.”

Daario simply stares where he imagines your eyes to be, and though he cannot see you, he imagines you with a smile on your face. A strange phenomenon to him for he doesn't even know the color of your eyes, the shape of your lips when you smile, or the texture of your skin. He knows nothing of how you look yet he can picture you clear as day smiling up at him. He doesn’t notice his hand reaching to your face till it is in view before he quickly redirects it to your shoulder. “I am glad Princess Baratheon.”

“I will put it on now to see how it fits!” You spoke excitedly and left to your chambers to put on the gown with the help of your chambermaids. You had never worn anything like this before. Your coverings always hide your body, nothing was seen of you, not even the outline of your body, but this dress, this dress was ethereal. It draped on your body in intricate folds and gathered emphasizing your forming curves. It had a cloak on top to cover your hair and left room for you to cover your face with your veil. The sleeves, though slightly loose were fitted enough and gave a nice contrast to the voluminous and ruched fabric that wraps around the torso and legs, creating a layered, almost sculptural look. You were a bit short for it, as the dress fell to the floor with some extra fabric trailing behind you. Nervously your ladies' maids put on your veil for you once more. They smile towards you insisting you never looked more regal. You looked at yourself in the mirror. This dress, in this dress you could see your forming body. You felt unsure as you walked away from your mirror and towards the door, where outside stood Daario.

You saw him stare at you with no expression before giving a small smile and walking to you taking your gloved hands. “Do you like it?” He questioned.

You give a small nod. “I’ve never worn anything like this. I’m not sure how I feel about being… seen. I feel a bit exposed in all honesty, but the dress is very beautiful.”

His hands left your loved ones and traveled up your arms which could now be seen as the fabric wrapped itself around them.

He gave you a deep look before speaking. “I was not with you on your name day though I should’ve been as your sworn shield and for that, I will spend my days repenting. However, I promised you a present. You are growing, growing into a woman, no matter how it was in your homelands, they rest hundreds of leagues from here. Becoming a woman means leaving childhood behind, I bought this dress for you as a step forward. You don’t have to continue to wear it now, not until you’re ready.”

You clutch your hands unsure of how to feel. “I will do my best to grow…Daario.” Truth is, you didn’t want to grow. If you grew it meant you would have to go home. Home to Westeros, home to King’s Landing, home to where you were to be married off, and considering your reputation, lords of noble houses weren’t exactly lining up to marry you. You wanted to stay young, forever young, here in this manor with your servants who didn’t fear dressing you or staying in your presence for long, here with Daario, your sworn shield, and first friend. You didn’t want to leave, and if you grew, it meant less time here.

He sighed and touched the fabric that hung loosely on your arms then looked down to where the dress trailed. “It is a little big on you, we can go tomorrow if you’d like to get it better fitted.”

You shook your head. “No, I will…grow into it.” Daario gave you a smile and a nod.

Despite everything, your feelings remained the same. To be forever young.

…

No matter how much you wish to stay young, time stops for no one. That much was prominent tonight. Tonight as you look at your small clothes soaked with blood. You wiped yourself hoping that perhaps you had somehow gotten hurt but you only saw yourself slick with blood. Your first blood moon had arrived, the mark of becoming a woman much to your dismay.

Perhaps you could hide it. If no one saw it, then it didn’t happen. You wrap your small clothes with extra cloth hoping it would be enough for the night and in the morning you figure out what to do. Walking awkwardly to your bed you sat down but quickly stood up, you didn’t want to stain your bed with what came from you. You stood in the middle of your room unsure of what to do before prompting that it would be best to sleep upright leaning against the wall on the floor so that if it did leak you could at least scrub it out. You didn’t want anyone finding out about this, not you chambermaids, not your ladies' maid, and especially not Daario.

Before you knew it you fell asleep against the wall and sitting on the floor. When you got there, a bath was already drawn. Her ladies' maid stood inside placing incense and oils in the bath water with lavender flowers. You stood up feeling your thighs sticky, you had done right by sleeping on the floor, surely your sheets would’ve been a bloody mess by now.

“You may all go, I will bathe myself today.” Your chambermaids quickly made their way out. Now standing naked you looked at your ruined clothes. They were a shade of deep red and wet. You would have to throw them away. Place them on the floor making sure the blood stains were covered when you entered your bath going all the way under. It was hot and felt nice to feel the burn on your body. It felt like you were being cleansed. You heard a knock at the door under the water. Going up for air you allowed them in. It was your lady maid who dressed you, Leorah. She came with a scrub. “Leorah, I said I was bathing by myself today.”

“I know my lady but I came to ask if you would like clothes for your blood moon.” She offered her thick accent. How did she know? You cracked your brain, yes perhaps it was suspicious that you were on the floor, but it wasn’t the first time you had done it and you left no blood stains on your sheets so how?

You sighed and muttered a small curse resting on your head on the back of the bathtub. “The chamber pot.” You muttered with your eyes closed.

“Yes, my lady,” Leorah confirmed.

You swallowed your frustration. “Well, I suppose since you know it won’t matter much if you wash me.” You heard her close the door and walk to you. “Who else knows?” You asked as she began to scrub you.

“Just your chamber maids and ladies maids. We have told no one.” She spoke in a soft, tender voice. Leorah and the other maids were one of the only few people who were able to look at you without your coverings, who touched you without your coverings. They were secretive women and never spoke of anything you did not wish for them to speak.

“Good, keep it that way. I want no word of this to anyone, especially not my sworn shield.” She spoke as she continued to scrub you.

“My lady, your first blood moon is not bad.” She spoke in low tones. “It is a mark that you are a woman.” She spoke as she scrubbed over your breasts gently.

“I don’t want to be a woman, Leorah. I want to stay as simple as I am, I don’t want any more blood moons or my breasts or any of it!” You spoke in a meek but desperate tone. “I don’t even want children, Leorah! There is no reason for me to bleed.” You added as you lifted your arm so that she had better access to scrub you.

“My lady says that now, but soon you will. There are many beautiful things that come when you are a woman.” She speaks gently, trying to soothe your anger.

You didn’t want this, any of it! You were angry, angry for the first time in a long time. Angry that the world did not stop for you, angry that your body did not listen to you. “No, I won’t!.” You spoke firmly. “I won’t have any children, Leorah, just you see!” “What about when you return home my lady? Your…” Leorah paused trying to find the words. “The husband will want heirs and you must provide heirs for your house.” She continued.

You huffed and turned away as she scrubbed your hair. “Well then… he can father bastards! He has no children with me!”

You heard Leorah laugh. “You are still young my lady, only one and three, as soon as you grow up, everything will be as it needs to be.”

“That is very ominous Leorah.” You spoke as she washed your hair with a smile.

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Footnotes: That was a lot longer than I expected it to be. I have plans for Dany now that she has a scar on her face. Also, I was considering killing off Dany or Viserys but in the end decided against it, because a girl who is young and highborn, no matter what anyone says, cannot kill. I don’t think the reader has the heart for it considering how the reader was harassed for supposedly killing so many people and the reader has never really seen death before. Seen dead bodies before, yes, but the act of killing? No.

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[melliotwrites]

another ghost story demo! lyrics under cut :)

(ANTHONY and JOEY, in a bar that is really just their apartment. Younger and hungrier. ANTHONY perches by the edge of the stage, looking into the dance floor like he is going to fall off in a second. JOEY leans on the bar with affected casualness, but after he shifts a little to sip his drink, he carefully repositions himself exactly back to where he was. Neither of them are dancing.)

ANTHONY: TRY NOT TO WISH THAT I’D JUST STAYED HOME IN BED TRY TO IGNORE GUYS TALKING OVER MY HEAD CHOKE DOWN A CHASER, PRETENDING TO TEXT MAKE SURE MY LOCK SCREEN CROPS OUT MY EX

JOEY: TRY NOT TO FREEZE AGAINST A FOREST OF EYES PULL DOWN MY JEANS TO TRY AND BREAK UP MY THIGHS TRY NOT TO SPEAK SO MY VOICE DOESN’T CRACK IGNORE HOW THEY TITTER WHEN I TURN MY BACK

ANTHONY/JOEY: BUT THIS WILL BE GOOD

JOEY: DESIRE LIGHTS ME UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE

ANTHONY/JOEY: THIS WILL BE GOOD

ANTHONY: BUT EVERY HEATED GLANCE I CATCH AT MISSES ME

ANTHONY/JOEY: THIS WILL BE GOOD, AS GOOD AS I CAN DO 'CAUSE BOTTOM-FEEDERS ARE STILL FISH IN THE SEA JUST LOOK, I'LL BE GOOD GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

ANTHONY: I SEE THIS ALL-AMERICAN BOY BY THE BAR HIS SHIRT'S STILL ON, DOES HE KNOW WHERE WE ARE? LEANING LIKE HE'S LOOKING FOR HIS PICKET FENCE HE'S NODDING TO THE MUSIC BUT HIS SHOULDERS ARE TENSE I'M ALWAYS SOMEONE'S PORCELAIN DOLL OR HIS BRITTLE DREAM OF BAMBOO I CAN BE THE BOY YOU NEED IF YOU SNAP ME RIGHT IN TWO

AND WHO ARE YOU, ALL CORN-SILK HAIR AND MAPLE TREE, DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK I KNOW YOU WANT FROM ME?

I SWEAR I'M STILL GOOD THE LAST BRUISED PEACH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BIN I’M STILL GOOD SINCE WHEN IS NOT BEING CHOSEN A SIN? I'M GOOD, AS GOOD AS ANY OF YOU ‘CAUSE THE RUNT OF THE LITTER TRIES HARDEST TO WIN I SWEAR I'LL BE GOOD GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

JOEY: DON'T SNIFF THE BAIT IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA BITE IT'S GETTING LATE, IT'S BEEN A LONG NIGHT I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR “ONLY EXCEPTION” OR TREATED LIKE A BACHELORETTE I CAN REEL YOU IN WITH A PRIMED PERCEPTION BUT I HAVEN'T MASTERED HOOK-AND-SINKER YET

AND WHO ARE YOU, WITH PRETTY EYES, SOFT INGENUE, DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I THINK YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO?

I SWEAR I'M STILL GOOD THE CRUSHED UP CHIPS IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG I'M STILL GOOD I COULD HAVE A DATE, BUT I'M JUST GOING STAG I'M GOOD, AS GOOD AS ANY OF YOU THE KID WHO'S IT ALWAYS WANTS TO PLAY TAG I SWEAR I’LL BE GOOD GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

JOEY: GOD, YOU'RE FLAWLESS

ANTHONY: GOD, YOU'RE STUNNING

JOEY/ANTHONY: YOUR LOVE COULD MAKE ME PERFECT, TOO

ANTHONY: MY HAIR WOULD BE BLONDER-

JOEY: MY VOICE WOULD BE LOWER-

JOEY/ANTHONY: I’LL WAKE UP JUST AS HOT AS YOU

AND I WON’T HAVE ANY REASON NOT TO DANCE IN THE LIGHT

JOEY: I KNOW YOU'LL REGRET THIS-

ANTHONY: YOU'LL REGRET THIS

JOEY/ANTHONY: BUT I'LL GET YOU FOR TONIGHT

BUT I SWEAR YOU'RE STILL GOOD SO NO NEED TO LOOK FOR BRUISES THAT I COULDN'T SEE YEAH, YOU'RE STILL GOOD BECAUSE I MIGHT DISCOVER YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME YOU'RE GOOD, BUT MAYBE IF YOU ARE THEN YOU CAN TEACH ME TO BE STILL GOOD GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

[scottxlogan]

Bucky Barnes Bingo Master List 2023

This past year I was able to participate in the latest round of the @buckybarnesbingo and it was a lot of fun! Below the cut is the list of all the fun fics I was able to put together for this incredible bingo and I encourage any Bucky fan to head on over and check it out when the next round rolls around! You won't be disappointed!

Title: You're My Home Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014   Square(s) Filled:  C2: Angst  Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen and Up Warnings/Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Kidnapping, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Psychological Trauma, Rescue Missions, Cabin Fic, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Hopeful Ending, Established Relationship   Summary: Upon Bucky's disappearance Tony and the others worked their way into a rescue mission to bring him back home. Things take a turn for the worst when the mission forces Tony and Bucky to flee into the bitter winter weather trapped together in a cabin where Bucky has no memory of the life he put behind him after Hydra's latest torture. Concerned for his lover, Tony works to find a way to reach Bucky after the trauma.   Word Count: 4178   Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46870918

Title: Turning The Page Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014   Square(s) Filled:  Bucky Barnes Bingo: U1: AU: Stripper  Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Sexual Content, Lap dance   Summary: The night before Tony's wedding he and his friends have decided to spend his last single night going out on a high note with the party of the century. Surrounded by those close to him, Tony finds himself facing the prospect of happily ever after until his friends encourage him to take on a sexy private lap dance with a far too tempting dancer that could change the way he views the future moving forward. Could one dance change everything about Tony's future?   Word Count: 6,680   Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46798801

Title: Just Do It Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: U4: "Just Do It" Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Mile High Club, Feelings Realization   Summary: After the battle is over and the team flies back home, Clint encourages Bucky to go catch up with Tony to discuss where their relationship is headed with one another.   Word Count: 5242 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46775440

Title: Harder Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: K1: Kink: "Harder" Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Feelings Realization, Sex in a Car, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Tony takes a chance on reclaiming his future by inviting Bucky to Malibu for an impromptu trip where after a date night the two find themselves on a detour after they are met by temptation. Word Count: 2213 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46437511

Title: Home Again (Chapter 26) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: B2: Sam Wilson/Falcon Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Romance, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension Summary: Bucky finds himself facing a new enemy as an old friend threatens to destroy his future. Caught up in a battle, Bucky faces down some darker parts of his past while he, Tony, and Sam take on the Architect's army. Word Count: 8367 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/116856637 Title: Tuesday Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: Y5: Compromise Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Making Out, Feelings Realization, Massage, Adult Content, adult conversations Summary: Tony's Tuesday morning at the office takes him by surprise when Bucky arrives with a bold suggestion for the two of them moving forward. Word Count: 4138 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47054182

Title: Birthday Beginnings   Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014   Square(s) Filled:  Bucky Barnes Bingo: U3: Popsicle    Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Endgame, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Flirting, Parent Tony Stark, Injury Recovery, Happy Ending, Second Chances, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Hurt Tony Stark, Reunions, Birthday Party   Summary: Tony's made peace with his ending after the battle against Thanos has him leaving the world as he knows it, but instead of finding a place to rest, Tony wakes up in a new world where everything is almost the same except for the fact he's waking up next to Bucky Barnes in his bed on Tony's birthday. From his awakening at the end of it all Tony finds himself facing a second chance at a new beginning. Will it prove to be everything he ever needed in his life?   Word Count: 7156  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47166235/chapters/118837336 

Title: Birthday Beginnings  (Multichapter) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: B4: AU: Reincarnation Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Endgame, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Flirting, Parent Tony Stark, Injury Recovery, Happy Ending, Second Chances, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Hurt Tony Stark, Reunions, Birthday Party   Summary: Tony's glimpse of his new world leaves him longing to hold onto the new joys he's found in his life. Will this awakening on his birthday be the key to his happiness or a tease before the big finish to a long life of struggles? Word Count: 13493 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47166235/chapters/119176831

Title: The Morning After Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: Y2: Pining Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Morning After, Misunderstandings, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Pining, Insecurity, Vulnerability, One Night Stands, Idiots in Love Summary: The morning after Tony and Bucky threw caution to the wind and took their flirtation to the next level, Tony wakes up wondering if their time together was a one night thing or if there is the potential for something more between them after waking up the morning after changes all the rules between them. Word Count: 3925 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47477581

Title: Home Again (Chapter 27) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: C1: Doppelgangers, Evil Twins Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content Summary: Bucky's race to save Tony's future results in a final, dark showdown against The Architect. With the future on the line, only one will be left standing at the end of this war to save the world and bring Tony home again. Word Count: 14071 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120018727

Title: Home Again (Chapter 28) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: Y1: Pain Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content Summary: The aftermath of Bucky's sacrifice leads Bucky to a surprising discovery where his life and future with Tony are concerned. Word Count: 10998 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120199294

Title: Home Again (Chapter 29) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: B3: Magnet Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content Summary: Bucky's growing frustration mounts as he unleashes his upset on Sam. When a chance encounter brings Bucky closer to Tony again, will the chemistry between them be all but forgotten or will the sparks fly in ways that bring hope for a future between them? Word Count: 12149 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120323923

Title: Home Again (Chapter 30) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: C3: Free Square Rating: Mature Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content Summary: Bucky experiences a painful reunion and pours his heart out to an old friend as his grief over what he lost consumes him. Just when it seems all hope is lost, Sam offers Bucky a surprise that could change everything. Meanwhile Tony and Ramsay share a heart to heart that could potentially put Tony on the right track after his time with Bucky was stolen from his memory. Word Count: 10319 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120843835 Title: Now What? Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: U2: Comic Bucky holding a knife and talking on the phone Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Clint Barton Warnings/Tags: Idiots in Love, Threesome, Sexual Content, Apologies, Making Up, Cooking, Massage, Polyamory, Swearing Summary: When Natasha leaves the tower after getting frustrated with Clint and Bucky's repeating fighting, the two are left wondering if this is the end of their relationship. Fearing the worst the two work together to try to get in good graces with Natasha all over again. Word Count: 6669 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48200101

Title: Never Have I Ever Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: K4: Kink: Held Down Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Light Bondage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Blindfolds, Restraints, Declarations Of Love, Established Relationship, Angst, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary: When the team gets together to spend a night under the stars playing a game of Never Have I Ever, it opens the door to a tense situation where Bucky and Tony are left facing an uncomfortable truth about the history they have with Steve. Will it prove to be the thing that pulls their blossoming relationship apart or will it bring them closer together when everything is said and done? Word Count: 14,368 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48269416

Title: Dark Obsession Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: C4: Photo of Bucky as the Winter Soldier Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Clubbing, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Rope Bondage, Light Dom/sub, BDSM, Wax Play, Sex Toys, Restraints, Swearing, Switching, Biting, Ice Play, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship Summary: On the anniversary of his parents' deaths Tony finds himself looking for a distraction after Steve stands Tony up on their night clubbing. Undeterred in his quest to find a new distraction Tony works his way into a steamy new club in town where he finds himself drawn in by a sexy stranger who turns Tony's world around in unimaginable ways. Word Count: 17988 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48772465

Title: A Day at the Beach Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: K2: Meet Cute Rating: Teen Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Flirting, Kissing, Innuendo, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Science Bros | Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Head Injury Summary: Tony and Morgan's daddy/daughter day at the beach takes an unexpected turn as the sexy lifeguard Tony has been eyeing rides in to Tony's rescue. Word Count: 6140 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49099954

Title: If I Could Turn Back Time Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: Y3: Fears Appear in Reality Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Unrequited Crush, Bucky Barnes & Loki Friendship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cigarettes, Drinking, Aftermath of Violence, Group Kissing, Sexual Content, dual timelines, Supernatural Elements, Matchmaker Tony Stark Summary: In the past Bucky's dark history comes back to haunt him in the worst possible way. Meanwhile in the future Tony and Bucky are headed towards happily ever after when tragedy strikes under suspicious circumstances and Loki decides its time to intervene on his friends' behalf to make things right for them once and for all in ways that could change everything forever. Word Count: 19865 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49659079/chapters/125339104

Title: Tempted Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: Y4: No Powers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Single Parent Tony Stark, Panic Attacks, Stalker, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Tony Stark has a stalker, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Swearing, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, Flirting, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Mild Blood Summary: Tony Stark's life takes an unexpected turn when after months of being bombarded, an antonymous stalker takes things a touch too far sending Tony and Morgan's lives into a tailspin. When Pepper reaches out to an old friend for assistance after Tony refuses to heed her advice, sexy bodyguard Bucky Barnes shows up at Tony's doorstep ready to get to the heart of the problem taking place. Armed with a new mission and a cover story posing as Tony's new live-in lover meant to explain Bucky's presence in Tony's life, the two find their way to solving Tony's stalker problem together while flirting with danger and romance along the way. Word Count: 7282 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464692/chapters/130059559

Title: Tempted (Chapter 3) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: B5: Kink: You’re Such a Tease Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Single Parent Tony Stark,Panic Attacks, Stalker, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Tony Stark has a stalker, Adult Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Flirting, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, past trauma, Protective Happy Hogan Summary: Bucky and Tony retreat to a safe space where Tony can recenter after his panic attack pulled him from the VIP premiere party. In the dark two share a quiet conversation where sparks fly, but will danger be lurking in the shadows? Word Count: 1071 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464692/chapters/130358419

Title: The Next Adventure Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: U5: AU: Pirates Rating: Teen Pairing: Bucky Barnes/? Warnings/Tags: drinking, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Open ended, No set pairing, Digital Art, Art and ficlet, Ficlet, Pirates, Art, Alternate Universe, contemplations Summary: Bucky's life is set to sail towards new discoveries and tonight he has decided he's about to take on his biggest adventure yet. Word Count: 559 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52094623

Title: Waking Up To Forever (Chapter 3) Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: B1: AU: Royalty Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Multiverse, Established Relationship, Adult Content, Angst and Romance, Honeymoon, Dreams and Nightmares, Parent Tony Stark, Sexual Content, Romantic Soulmates, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Memories Summary: While on his honeymoon with Bucky in Wakanda, Tony finds himself in the other world where he gets a glimpse of the life the man in The Architect's world faced where a forbidden love and hope for the future guided that Tony to make change in the world around him. Word Count: 6649 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49392865/chapters/134951323

Title: Serenity Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: K5: Comic image of Bucky Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Feelings Realization, Flirting, Peaceful moments, Good Cat Alpine (Marvel) Summary: While cleaning up in his makeshift lab at Bucky's home, Tony finds himself contemplating all the ways he'd grown to appreciate Bucky in his life while watching Bucky play with Alpine in their quiet morning together. Word Count: 2371 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53396959

Title: Going To Extremes Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: K3: Mad Science Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship, Making Out, Swearing, Adult Content, Mad Science, Alien Technology, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Flirting Summary: When an exceedingly hard battle puts Tony in the position to lose Bucky, he makes a choice that he fears could cause them to fall apart entirely. In Bucky's awakening, the two face the consequences of Tony's actions and what it means moving forward. Word Count: 4140 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53417161

Title: Reckless Author: scottxlogan Card #: B014 Square(s) Filled: C5: AU: Mafia/Mobsters  Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Assassin Bucky Barnes, Sexual Content, Mobster Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Mob, Explicit Language, Sexual Tension, Missions Gone Wrong, Attraction, Light Angst, Smut, Obsession Summary: Bucky's spent most of his life with the family doing their dirty work as their ruthless enforcer serving as the dark assassin they need, but when his latest job sends him into a tailspin of the unexpected with arms dealer and mob boss Tony Stark as his mark, it appears that all the rules Bucky's lived by are changing and everything he knows about himself is about to be broken in ways he wasn't entirely prepared for. Word Count: 4070 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53419438

[stagbeetleboy]

Born to terrorize master yoda

[noodlecupcakes]

OC Familiar Quiz

I was tagged in this quiz by @cassietrn, @g0dspeeed and @la-grosse-patate, thank you all so much for thinking of me, I do appreciate it.

Deer

The Deer familiar is mostly known for its shy, gentle personality and closeness to nature. They are very graceful and gentle creatures, representing harmony and a soft-heart. However, that does not mean being defenseless, as the antlers of a stag show determination good (but not prideful) self-esteem. These familiars are very sensitive to changes in the environment, and use their knowledge never to harm, but to warn you of danger or an action you could regret. A Deer familiar inspires their master and friends with ideas, raise their confidence, and warn them of danger or their actions. This familiar represents - Gentleness - Grace - Innocence - Confidence - Nature - Sensitiveness

Weasel

The Weasel is a strikingly intelligent familiar, known for its sneakiness and cunning through any situation. They are actually, being a predator, very strong and determined fighters. However, one with a Weasel familiar may be easily subject to temptation or an impulsive, do-now-ask-questions-later mindset. They tend to speak their mind, and have a knack for sarcasm or pulling pranks. Though your cleverness may help you find a quick way out of conflicts, don't trust your luck too much. A Weasel familiar helps their master find clever routes, keep them precise with their wording, and makes sure that they have a few tricks up their sleeve. This familiar represents - Cunning - Cleverness- Mischievousness - Confidence - Quick thinking - Intellect

I tag: @simplegenius042, @josephseedismyfather and @3llisarts

[thelaughingstag]

I would like to start off with a heartfelt apology. I have a habit of doing things ‘all or nothing’. I start off doing it all then get overwhelmed and do nothing. Well… not entirely nothing. During my absence I finished my masters degree, got a job in my field, and recently received a promotion. I participated and, for the first time, completed NaNoWriMo. Writing made me miss the community so here I am.

I promise I never truly forgot about you all, I have been seeing notifications for all of your work for the past several years and I’ve been quietly cheering you all on. I finally feel I have the space to give others the support that I had needed for myself. I hope you all have been well! Keep tagging the Stag and I’ll work through all of the posts I’ve been missing.

~Hin

[arcane-map]

Not necessarily your favorite character, just the ones you talk about the most!

[wornkindness]

what is your animal familiar?

The Deer: familiar is mostly known for its shy, gentle personality and closeness to nature. They are very graceful and gentle creatures, representing harmony and a soft-heart. However, that does not mean being defenseless, as the antlers of a stag show determination good (but not prideful) self-esteem. These familiars are very sensitive to changes in the environment, and use their knowledge never to harm, but to warn you of danger or an action you could regret. A Deer familiar inspires their master and friends with ideas, raise their confidence, and warn them of danger or their actions. This familiar represents: gentleness, grace, confidence, nature, sensitiveness

tagged by: i stole it from @ithring tagging: @jokethur, @banschivs, @divinehr, @loetise, @jeditrash & you.

[its-the-ratdawg]

omg absolutely. I love will graham. wobster x hrab fic???? love the idea.

-mwa

I’m thinking Will succumbs to his urge to join Hrab as a humanoid cannibalistic murderous crustacean. and when he embraces his true nature, he morphs into… Wobster. Trying to decide on details. Is it a lobster?? A stag?? What do you think, o master?

I’ve got a day off tomorrow, so the fic is coming soon and I’ll tag it #mwa… honestly I’m so excited, but also intimidated??? I’ve read the Hrab fic and it was GOOD. I’ve got a serious pair of shoes to fill. @stranded-labyrinth you’ve cut my work out for me

[rayless-reblogs]

Favorites Meme!

Thanks for thinking of me @deemoyza! I love this kind of thing.

Favorite painter: I say I love this kind of thing and then I don't pick a favorite. When it comes to figure-based art, I love the well-known classics, Alphonse Mucha (just lush and gorgeous), John William Waterhouse (softly cluttered, often a little unsettled) and Philip de Laszlo (fiery and opalescent). If we're talking animal art, I love the equine illustrations of Wesley Dennis (powerful nostalgia), all the shaggy warm creatures of Rosa Bonheur, and Theophile Steinlen's endless snoozing cats. And then with landscapes, there's John Brett (airy pure blues), Frederic Edwin Church (ethereal), and Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis (otherworldly, surreal).

Favorite poet/writer: That's even harder. Let's focus on just poets because it's narrower. I once heard Emily Dickinson described as terrifying in her spare use of language, and that's always resonated with me -- and it's something I've tried to angle towards in some of my own poetry.

Favorite band: Am realizing I don't connect as much with bands as with solo artists, so while there are lots of individual songs by bands that I like, I don't have a big pool to draw from. I've always liked the Something Real album by Meg & Dia -- very mid-2000s rock with a lot of cluttered lyrics. But I don't know enough about them overall to really say I'm a fan of them.

Favorite meal & drink: My family's macaroni and cheese recipe, which is kind of weird and atypical (it has cheese, but not an actual cheese sauce) but so cheddary and hearty and good. When I was learning to cook, mastering the macaroni and cheese was a big milestone. And then for drinks, a really good hot chocolate. One of our local restaurants has an amazing one with an enormous homemade marshmallow. For stuff in a packet, I love Starbuck's salted caramel version.

Favorite outfit aesthetic/style: I would maybe call it low-key romantic? I wear a lot of skirts, and I typically always put on jewelry when I go out. I like dark colors (though I've been branching into brighter colors and pastels), some light goth and medievaly elements. I like airy flowy lines, but I also want structure and shape. Am a huge fan of boots with skirts. Current favorite outfit is a dark floral corduroy mini over black leggings, black tee, and a long open-knit burgundy sweater. And of course boots. Adding a cameo necklace or pin gives it a little bit of Victoriana.

Favorite singer: Right now, it's a lot of Tori Amos. She has so many good stand-out lines, beautiful melodies, and also just so much music I still haven't even listened to, even after being a fan for well over ten years. Recently discovered her song "The Maids of Elfen-Mere" and may have to check out the album.

Favorite item you own: Hard to pick one. The year I finished writing The Price and Prey of Magic, someone, without knowing what was in the book, got me a pendant with stag antlers for Christmas. Stags are a big motif in the novel, and it felt like such a lovely, special coincidence. The person has since died, and so wearing the necklace is extra meaningful to me now; I wore it for my first book signing.

Favorite perfume: I don't wear perfume regularly. But my favorite scents are fairly straightforward -- vanilla, orange, rosemary and mint -- pretty simple stuff.

Thank you again! As for tagging, if you see this and would like to do it, go for it!

[stagbeetleboy]

Working on a thing