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[cheshireliam]

"Growing Feelings Poured Into Chocolate" Collection Event

Ring Schwartz

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Got too excited and did this in a rush. Didn't really proofread...

Kate: Ring!

…

Kate: Ring!

…

Kate: Riiiinngg!

(I can't find him anywhere…)

Today was Valentine's Day— a day to gift chocolates and other gifts to express your appreciation or love.

I had prepared chocolates to show my appreciation to everyone who's supported me.

That included the members of Crown of course, the friendly maids at Crown's castle, and even the members of Vogel.

However, Ring was the only person I couldn't find today.

(He usually says he's watching me and follows right behind me… where could he be?)

I was determined to give Ring his chocolates, and so I kept searching for him…

In the end, I never found him.

…

(Darius and Nica said he was somewhere in the palace when I asked…)

(He might come back to drawing room, so I'll wait here for now.)

When I sat down on a chair and let out a deep sigh to ease my fatigue, a wave of sleepiness slowly washed over me.

(I know I shouldn't fall asleep in a place like this, and yet…)

The more I tried to shake off the sleepiness, the heavier my eyelids grew.

Just as I decided to give in and take a short nap, I felt soft blanket being gently draped over my shoulders.

(Who is it…?)

I cracked my eyes open slightly, and saw that the person standing before me was the exact person I had been searching for the entire time.

Kate: Ring!

Ring: UWAH!? You… you're awake!?

Kate: I just woke up. There's something I want to tell you, so please hear me out!

I firmly grabbed his arm to make sure he wouldn't run off.

Ring: Sigh… so this is where my escape ends.

Kate: I knew it. I couldn't find you all day, because you were avoiding me on purpose, weren't you?

Kate: Why are you running away from me? If it's something I did, I'll apologise.

Ring: No… it's not anything you did…

Ring: … I just didn't want to be disappointed.

He muttered in a small voice that sounded no louder than a squeak.

Kate: Disappointed…?

Ring: You gave… chocolates to Nica and Darius this morning, right?

Ring: I kept thinking, what if I ran into you today and didn't get any chocolate…?

Ring: I'd probably feel disappointed and think "I was right, I'm not getting any", so I chose to run away.

Ring: … I'm weird, aren't I?

Ring: Until now, it's never bothered me whenever Darius and Nica received gifts from girls and I didn't…

Ring: But the thought of not receiving chocolates from you really made me feel gloomy.

Listening to Ring express his confusion with those unfamiliar feelings filled my heart with warmth.

Kate: To think you wanted my chocolates so much… I'm really honoured.

Kate: You feeling gloomy over the possibility of not receiving them is proof that our friendship has gotten closer!

When I was a child, I would feel lonely too if my friends played with other children instead of me.

Ring's feelings were most likely something similar to that.

Ring: Is that… what it is? No, I'm a member of Vogel and you're from Crown. There's no need for us to get along…

It seemed that Ring still believed he shouldn't be on friendly terms with someone from Crown.

Ignoring his last statement, I took out the chocolates.

Kate: Here, Ring. Happy Valentine's Day!

Ring: This is… for me? I-is it because I said I wanted chocolate…?

Kate: Not at all. I prepared this specifically for you from the start.

Kate: I was looking for you so I could give you these chocolates.

Ring: R-really? I never thought there would come a day when I'd receive Valentine's chocolate…

Ring: … I figured I'd spend my whole life just eating Nica's leftover chocolate.

Ring: Thanks. I'm… I'm super happy.

Ring: I think I'll spend every day and night staring at these chocolates.

Kate: Huh?

Ring: If I look at them whenever I wake up in the mornings and before I go to sleep at night, I'll always remember how happy I was when I received them from you…

Kate: Um, they're chocolate, so I'd prefer if you ate them…

Ring: … But they'll be gone if I do.

Ring looked serious about leaving the chocolate untouched, like a dog burying its treat for safekeeping.

(If that's the case…)

Kate: Gotcha!

I switftly snatched the chocolates from Ring's hand and ripped open the packaging.

Ring: My chocolate…!

Kate: I'll give you more next year, so don't feel bad about it. Come on, open your mouth!

Ring: Mmph!

I forcibly stuffed chocolate into Ring's mouth.

Ring: Mm… it's so… sweet, and delicious…

Kate: That's great! I sampled a few and picked the one I thought was the tastiest!

Ring: And… my chest feels tight, I can't breathe…

Kate: … I promise the chocolates aren't poisoned.

Since Ring often said his heart raced like he was under a curse whenever he saw me, I made sure to set the record straight.

Ring: … I know they're not.

Ring: I'm just so happy to you got me chocolates… it hurts.

Kate: …

(… Him admitting it so straightforwardly is a problem in itself.)

Seeing Ring's overjoyed reaction, I felt sweet inside, even though I didn't have any chocolates myself.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Didn't want you to?" Remus snorted, "well, sucks to be him, huh? It's a good thing you didn't, I bet he would've hurt you if you did... And yeah, probably. Really? You don't mind your body?" Remus nodded, "I thought you would've, if I'm being honest. You pass so well that I thought you would've hated your body. I don't mind it either, whatever you're happy with then I'm happy with. I just...wanted you to know that you don't have to keep this body if you don't want to. I'm happy with anything." He smiled to him, then he worked his way back up to start washing the blood off of his neck. "I really have made quite a number of bruises on your neck... We better talk to Patton before he freaks out about this."

"Hm, I doubt that would work... I mean, he won't believe you if you call him. Even if you get Roman to call him and tell him directly that he's safe and happy, I doubt he would believe it. I mean, you can try... But that's just my opinion." The man shrugged, "Yeah? Alright, I'll send him a few dogs with a note. Mhm... Well, he clearly likes dogs, judging by Janus, so I think dogs may be the best bet. I'll get on that right away." The man grabbed a pencil and started writing that down on his notes.

"Oh, also, I have something else to report, talking about Remus... So, one of the boys mentioned that they've been keeping tabs on their ex. This ex lives close to Remus, and he used to be Remus therapist. He also is friends with Roman. But neither of them has spoken to this ex for some time. However, as of recently, after you finally got Roman, he's been spending an awfully long time with Remus all of a sudden. He's got some cameras set up inside of his ex house, and this is what he's caught." The man pulled out his phone, and he hit a few buttons. Finally, he presented the phone to Virgil, it was a live feed of Remus and Emile in the shower, and how they were giggling and moaning. "There's feed of them having sex too. Remus cares so much about his brother that he's having sex with someone he hasn't talked to in years instead of searching for his missing brother. That's horrible, don't you think?"

"Oh? He actually wore that and didn't complain? Huh, I thought he would've complained. I bet he looked quite adorable in it! Did you take any pictures of him? I would love to see it! Oh, I'm sure you made that clear amongst the boys, I heard them chatting about how they would love a piece of roman but they cant. Wow! And he let you do that?" The man chuckled, "I bet that was incredibly hot. Have you had sex with him yet? Do you think he's going to get pregnant anytime soon?"

"Hm... Well, that's another matter I wanted to talk to you about. I feel that the mutt is a liability. He may be working on getting out, or be Romans voice of reason. And we can't have that. I do understand that it makes Roman happy, so I agree that he should stay. However..." The man smirked as he opened his file and slid it over to Virgil. "I have an idea... I've been really interested in doing this experiment, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself yet. This is the perfect opportunity." He grinned, "Why don't we turn Janus into a stuffed animal? He won't be able to talk, he won't be able to get into Romans head, and he won't be able to help Roman escape. Hell just be a little plush toy that Roman can hold and feel comforted by. Now... Obviously, Roman would feel distressed to find his friend has turned into a plushie. But, I can manipulate Romans memories to make him think that his plushie has always been that, a plushie." He sipped.

Patton knocked desperately at the strangers door, praying someone, anyone was home. His heart beat as fast and loud as the rain thundering against the sidewalk. He was sure he was being followed, they were going to catch him. They were going to drag him back. He wasn't sure if whoever lived here might be worse, but he was willing to risk it at this point. Anything to escape.

{@moralpuppylover2}

Janus didn't know who would be at the door. It was late, but his master won't surely be home at this time. He normally doesn't get home until the sun starts to come up.

So, as the dog hybrid walked up to the door and opened it, he wondered who it could be. And if he should open it at all... Who knows, he may get in trouble with his master for opening the door. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him-

He stopped when he saw the soaking wet cat standing at the doorway. He could tell that this cat needed help almost immediately. Well, if his poor state of clothes were anything to go by. His eyes flickered up and down the sidewalk before he grabbed pattons arm and pulled him inside.

"are you alright?" Janus nervously asked as he grabbed a towel from the mud room. "Well, that's a stupid question, of course you're not alright! Are you...running away from your owners?" As Janus walked, the collar around his neck would jingle loudly. And even though it was cold outside and even in the house, he only had a pair of boxers on. Because of that, Patton would be able to see the numerous large scars that covered his body...and the countless amounts of fresh bruises.

@moralpuppylover2

[juney-blues]

god i know youtube's entire business model is just trying to keep you algorithmically hooked so it can serve you ads, but that doesn't explain why the search sucks so bad

why can't i like, search for results from a specific year, or inbetween two specific dates.

that's like basic functionality that any search for anything *should* give you. why are you so obsessed with only showing me recent stuff to the point you're making your search function fucking useless.

what have you got against people finding things they want to find

[wlwsoccerfics]

Didn't expect that! (Arsenal WomenXCatleyReader)

Summary: you are nowhere to be found on the Arsenal training grounds. Your mom is worried. you are not the only one missing though...

Steph, your Mom walked into the changing room, looking around. "Has anyone seen y/n?" She asked.

"No, last time i saw her was at lunch!" Kyra replied. Everyone agreed that this was the last time they have seen you.

"Willa might know more." Caitlin replied.

Katie and Caitlin looked around for their daughter Willa because the two of are like best Friends. Only for them to notice that she was gone as well.

"okay this Is weird! She isn't here either!" Katie answered.

Kyra texted you & Willa.

"i texted them. Maybe they will reply." Kyra stated.

"how did we manage to lose both Arsenal Babies?" Leah asked.

"i have no idea! But drills start in 10 minutes so we better go find them!" Caitlin replied. Steph was worried right now since it was your first Training back after you were out for a week due to a concussion.

"yes let's find them. I Hope y/n is okay. What If she had a dizzy spell? Could be a late aftermath of her concussion!" Steph told the team.

"let's not think about that right now! I am sure both of them are okay!" Lia replied.

They were in the middle of forming groups and talking about which group was gonna Look in which area of the Training grounds. Before they could even start searching Reneé walked in with Y/n & Willa. Both of them were blushing like crazy and wearing the other ones Training top. Which was visible due to Willa sporting y/n's number on the from and vice versa.

"i assume you guys are looking for these two." The Arsenal Coach said y she couldn't help but smile slightly.

The Team stared at them.

"Baby McFoord is making out with my sister!" Kyra answered in shock. Everyone else was staring at the two youngest Team members. The two were 16 years old.

"y/n Lilith Catley! Where have you been? And why are you and Willa wearing eachothers clothes?" Steph wanted to know. Not that she couldn't put two and two together hut she wanted to hear it from you.

You were trying your best to avoid eye contact with everyone but especially your mom. Before you could say anything Caitlin spoke up.

"i can't believe you two are wandering off to...do whatever this Is!" She said and sighed softly.

"what even is this?" Katie wanted to know.

"we are a couple!" Willa explained.

"it's true. We have been together for six months!" You admitted.

"and your hormones are all over the place so the two of you made out at work..." Katie stated.

"i think we need to talk about boundaries with you girls!" Steph told you.

"Like no closed doors during sleepovers for example!" Caitlin answered and sighed softly.

Beth looked at the three moms.

"maybe you Guys Talk to your daughters about that after practice!" She suggested. Lia nodded her head in agreement.

"i agree with Beth. The poor girls don't need their entire business Out in the Open to the entire Team! They are allowed some privacy!" Lia answered. You and Willa both looked at them. Silently mouthing 'thank you' at the two.

"okay..let's do some drills, Girls!" Reneé said, she was still standing in the doorway. "After Training the parenting can continue!" She told the team.

Drills were a good distraction and you really enjoyed doing them. You always liked drills but especially now because you could avoid talking to your mom about all the new rules and about Willa. This was probably gonna be worse then the sex talk your Mom gave you when you were 14 years old.

A few hours later you were Home, sitting on the couch. Your mom sitting next to you. Her hand on your knee.

"y/n, i am happy that you found someone you care about so deeply, but i don't want you to sneak around with her behind my back." She told you.

Kyra walked over and sat down as well.

"we are so disappointed in you!" She told you, grinning softly. She tried to take the piss out of you and you knew it.

"funny!" You replied and jumped up from the couch wanting to jump on her.

"y/n! Kyra! Stop!" Your mom answered. You and Kyra often act like siblings. She often stayed over, like she did today.

It took a while before you continued the talk. You promised Steph not to sneak around with Willa anymore & that there would be no sleepover without supervision anymore. Which meant no closed doors. You agreed on the rules. Cause it wasn't like you had a choice.

The next day before Training was interesting. Cause you were sitting in one of the conference rooms with your Mom, Caitlin, Katie & Willa. Having the talk again.

"so we agree on the rules?" Katie asked. You looked at Willa. Biting down on your bottom lip. It wasn't like you had much of a say there.

"uh you guys don't leave us much of a choice!.it's not what we want!" Willa answered with a sigh escaping her lips.

Caitlin gave her daughter a look that was filled with surprise because Willa barely spoke up. Which sure was unexpected given that she was Katies daughter. Katie always stood up for herself and the team.

"so what do you want?" Caitlin wanted to know.

"freedom! We don't want you Guys to watch us like Hawks! It's not like we can get pregnant or anything! We are very Safe with our bodies and minds! We just want to have a normal relationship. Like Teenagers have! Our Jobs are already quite unique! So at least let us have a normal relationship. Let us be Teenagers! Let us make mistakes!" You finshed off your rant.

Your mom looked really impressed, so did Katie and Caitlin. And Willa looked really proud of you.

"fine. but please be careful! Don't do anything risky!" Caitlin replied.

"don't get arrested for example! It's what she means!" Steph said and sighed softly. "I hate seeing my Baby so grown Up! It's hard for me!" Your mom admitted.

"i will always be your Baby, Mom. No matter what!" You let her know and got up to hug her. She hugged you back. You talked a little more before getting ready for practice.

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Took me a while because I literally did everyone lol, so here we have:

Obey me characters and their fashion styles Pt. 1

This is a fucking distraction my life is hell, it is constantly hell and I'm going to-

Also this is part 1 as there is the stupid 3 gifs/images per post limit Pt 2.

Lucifer

If it's not business themed he can't dress properly

The closest to comfy he gets is his pajamas which is also some formal shit, like sir are you having meetings in your dreams? Or are you afraid to show a little ankle even in your sleep?

If he's not dressed for work/massively formally then he's dressed like a dad

And not even a cool dad version a very very cringe dad fit, his brothers are too embarrassed to go out with him wearing dad clothes most of the time

Pretty sure it’s canon that he wears khakis and hawaiian printed shirts

Basically no sense of fashion which shouldn’t be surprising given who he is

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a person from the Victorian Era

Mammon

Very flashy (AHHHHHH MY EYES!!!!)

There is always something shiny on his fit though you'll usually see him wearing something with gold colors on it

Definitely can dress but just always chooses the flashiest fits

Annoys tf out of Asmo because-

"YOU CAN DRESS WHY ARE YOU ONLY IN SHINY STUFF WHAT ABOUT THIS PRETTY THING RIGHT HERE?!?!?!?!?"

Has racked up debt from some of these fits and others are what he gets from modeling gigs

Also matches his glasses to is outfits

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a sparkling gem, a jewel many would want to obtain

Leviathan

He also gets on Asmo's last nerve because he can dress nicely even for casual shit, and can craft amazing and cool clothes so you'd think he's dress well

But he doesn't

Dresses like those over the top anime geeks (tbh no shame to y'all but the courage y'all have that I don't is amazing, I'm jealous and I want that)

If it's not that then it's a cosplay or some very very heavily anime coded fit whether that's the print or how a character dresses

The only way to get him to wear normal average clothes is to tell him (and show evidence sometimes) that it's an anime fit lol

If he realllllly has to then he can dress properly and really good

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like an anime character or an anime geek unless you specifically request something (dress me anyway you want bby)

Satan

He wears whatever is comfy but subconsciously similar to Lucifer wears it very formally

Actually thinking about he dresses like the nerd he is, he dresses in the academia aesthetic

Can dress, and dresses very well and doesn't have a hard time picking out a good outfit though he does search through all his clothes to find a good one

Ask him to dress very formal and he's got it, Casual? Mhm! For a party? May not be the best but is acceptable! For a date? You know it!

Has this great amount of knowledge because of all the books he's read (huh I guess books can help in real world situations sometimes)

Asmodeous' favorite brother because he can actually dress in anything and has fashion sense and an aesthetic

Occasionally goes to Levi and dresses like a carboy in order to vibe with the kitties

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like someone that goes to a prep college and aces all their exams

Asmodeus

Yk him, He's the Avatar of Lust FASHION!!!

On top of all trends, makes the trends 87% of the time on accident sometimes too

Can dress, will dress, can dress you too!

Will make very casual and basic fits look really good like even if it's cheap clothes or a trash bag you'd believe that it's expensive material and a style (barbie core mf)

Hates almost everyone's fits constantly has gotten used to how bad they may look at times and just ignores it

The prettiest bitch at the party

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like the second prettiest bitch at the party (cause he's the prettiest ofc)

Beelzebub

Does not care what he wears as long as it's somewhat comfy and that he can move in it

Very bland and casual fits is his preference though

Mostly wears athletic fits as they are made to get dirty so if he's roughhousing or eating messily it won't be much of a hassle or problem

He's lucky he's gorgeous huge and muscular because his body really really does go with those fits and makes people/demons around him drool

Has that talent/skill that whatever he pulls out and puts on 8.5 times out of 10 he looks good in

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking ready to go for a workout

Belphegor

If you think Beel doesn't care about what he wears Belphie cares even less

Only cares if the clothes are comfortable enough to sleep in and even if they aren't he'll probably sleep in them still

Also has the ability to pull out a good fit from anything though you barley ever properly see it since he's often covered with a blanket or in some weird way that you can't see the fit properly

It's rare to see him actually care what he puts on but even even when he does you can be sure it's the most comfortable material that you've ever felt that now you're feeling kinda sleepy- (HEY HE SET US UP FOR A NAP DIDN'T HE!!!)

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a pillow, or something comfy and cuddly, or someone ready for bed or maybe all three (he planned this, you're his napping buddy now just let him use you to get comfy-)

Tags: @kisakis-boyfriend

[whosscruffylooking]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ The Beginning of Us- Chapter 7 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Joel Miller x Fem! Reader warnings: violence. mentions of weapons and death. descriptions of wounds and blood. word count: 4k a/n: I can't stand the beginning of this, but my brain is too fried to write anything better. Series Masterlist

The atmosphere in the truck feels lighter, though not entirely free of the burden you all carry. There’s a newfound ease between the three of you. Ellie chatters now and then, her voice filling the silence with youthful curiosity, but it’s the quieter moments that linger. The way Joel’s eyes glance to yours in the passenger seat, uncertain yet inviting. The way his hand rests on the gearshift, pinky lifting every so often, as if drawn by some unseen pull—reaching for even the tiniest connection, just an inch closer to you.

You’ve finally breached one of the most forbidden subjects: Sarah. For so long, the unaddressed pain between you had been like a rusted blade buried deep, poisoning your thoughts and staining every step forward. You had both swallowed a grief so consuming it reshaped you, hollowed out the people you once were, and left jagged edges where softer ones had been. Twenty years of silence. Twenty years of blame, festering and misplaced.

But while the ghost of resentment still remains, clinging stubbornly like smoke after a fire, there’s movement now. It’s delicate and gradual like the first uneasy thaw after a long, punishing winter. Every breath feels like it could tip the balance toward healing or fracture it all over again, but for the first time, there’s hope. It’s frightening, really—the way it creeps in, tempting you to believe there’s still something left to save.

“That’s enough for today. I’ll pull off here,” Joel declares as he guides the truck offroad, weaving carefully through a forest of trees until he finds a suitable spot.

As the three of you settle in for the night, the sun melts into the horizon, casting long amber shadows through the trees. Joel busies himself with arranging the sleeping bags, his movements methodical, deliberate. It doesn’t go unnoticed—by you or Ellie—that he places yours closest to his. A quiet statement that is undeniable. 

Later, he leans against a tree, the rough bark pressing into his back as his eyes track your every movement. He watchesthe way you laugh at one of Ellie’s jokes, a rare flicker of brightness breaking through the cracks of everything you’ve endured. It’s fleeting, but it catches something in his chest, grips him tight. For a moment, he sees you as you once were—before the world collapsed, before you were both hardened by loss and time. It stirs something deep, something he thought had withered away long ago.

Still, unease gnaws at the edges of his thoughts, restless and insistent. Tommy had told him you left that night. He said you had disappeared and never looked back. But then, why return if you had already gone? You said you were hurt, lost, searching for help—why go back? Why risk everything? The pieces don’t align, jagged and ill-fitting, teasing a truth he isn’t sure he’s ready to face.

It’s a conversation for another day, but the questions press in like splinters beneath his skin, threatening to tear open wounds he’s barely stitched closed. His fingers graze over the cracked glass of his watch, the lantern’s glow catching the fractures like veins of light. A relic of another life—one he’s never truly abandoned. He wonders if you’ve clung to the past the same way, if it’s been your anchor in the same relentless storm.

But the unease coils tighter, a vice around his ribs. He knows himself well enough to recognize it—this feeling won’t let go, won’t quit, not until he has the answers. And though the truth might cut him open, he also knows he won’t turn away. It’ll fester otherwise, like everything else he’s tried—and failed—to bury.

»»————————-««

As you nestle into your sleeping bags, the rhythmic hum of crickets and the distant hoot of an owl weave through the night air, a fragile lullaby against the quiet tension between you. You focus on the sounds, willing them to drown out the awareness of just how close Joel is beside you.

He, however, keeps his gaze fixed on the stars, their cold glow offering little solace. His mind churns, restless and unrelenting, grasping for anything to quiet the unease stirring deep in his chest.

“Can I ask you guys a serious question?” Ellie’s voice breaks the quiet, snapping both you and Joel out of your thoughts.

“Yeah,” Joel groans, already bracing himself.

“Why did the scarecrow get an award?” she asks, another pun from that Will Livingston book she refuses to stop quoting.

Joel sighs heavily. “Because he was outstanding in his field,” he deadpans, his tone flat as a board. It’s clear he wants this over with as quickly as possible.

“You dick! Did you read this?” Ellie laughs, her voice full of mock betrayal.

Her laughter is contagious, and you can’t help but chuckle yourself. Ellie notices, and that only makes her laugh harder, her giggles bubbling up like she’s struck comedy gold.

You glance at Joel, and his expression is priceless—a mix of exasperation and pure defeat. He looks like he’s contemplating how far he could drive before they’d notice he’s gone.

“Shhhh,” you try to stifle your laughter, though it keeps slipping out. “Ellie, come on, or he’s gonna lose it.”

But Ellie’s laughter only grows louder, and for a brief moment, the heaviness of the night lifts, replaced by a rare, fleeting lightness. Even Joel, despite himself, seems less tense, though he’d never admit it.

»»————————-««

The next day, you make it to Kansas City. It’s your turn to drive when the road ahead suddenly narrows into a blockade. Stacked cars and an old semi-trailer block the way forward, their rusted hulks leaning precariously.

Joel leans forward in the passenger seat, assessing the situation. “Pull over,” he says, his voice calm but purposeful. He grabs his gun, opening the door. “Stay put, but move over to the passenger seat.”

You slide over as he steps out, moving carefully around the obstacle, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. After a few tense minutes, he returns, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary.

“Blocked pretty solid,” he confirms. You hold up the map, tracing a route with your finger.

“If we go around the tunnel and take the next ramp, we should loop back to the highway.”

Joel nods, glancing at the barricade one last time before driving the truck away. Once in the city, he navigates the truck through the crumbling streets, the maze of abandoned buildings growing denser with every turn. The eerie stillness is unnerving, and you can feel Joel growing more restless beside you.

“Stop,” Ellie says abruptly, her voice cutting through the suspense. Joel’s hand shoots out instinctively to the dashboard as you brake.

“Is that the QZ?” she asks, pointing out the window. “Where’s FEDRA? There’s supposed to be guards and checkpoints.”

“She’s right,” you agree, scanning the empty streets. “It’s way too quiet.”

Joel’s hand twitches toward his gun. Before either of you can act, a voice calls out from the shadows.

“Stop! Help me, please!”

A man stumbles into view, clutching his side, his gait uneven. Blood stains his shirt, and his face is twisted in pain. He looks desperate. Too desperate.

You grab Joel’s arm, your grip firm. “Don’t stop,” you instruct. Joel glances at you, then back at the man.

“Put your seatbelt on, Ellie,” Joel orders, his voice cold.

“What? We’re just gonna leave him?” she asks, her tone tinged with disbelief.

“He’s not hurt, Ellie,” you answer, your voice tight.

Joel slams his foot on the gas, the truck surging forward. The man dives out of the way as a loud crash shatters the windshield—a cinder block falls from above. The truck jolts violently as spikes shred the tires. Joel curses under his breath, gripping the wheel as the truck fishtails.

From the corner of your eye, you see a man step into the street, raising a gun. Three sharp cracks ring out. Pain explodes in your shoulder, hot and blinding. You cry out, your hand shooting to the wound as blood begins to seep through your fingers.

“Shit!” Ellie screams, lurching forward, her hands hovering helplessly over you. “You’re hit!”

Joel’s eyes dart to you, wide with panic. Without a word, he jerks the wheel hard to the right.

“Hold on!” he yells, pressuring the gas pedal to the floor. The truck barrels forward, smashing straight into the front of an old laundromat. Glass and debris explode around you as the truck crashes through the building, coming to a screeching halt amid the rows of rusted washing machines.

Gunfire continues to rain down outside, bullets pinging off the truck’s metal frame. Joel doesn’t waver—he’s out of the truck in an instant, his gun drawn as he moves to your side. He tears the door open, his movements frantic but precise.

“Ellie, stay low and follow me!” Joel barks, already helping you out of the truck. His arm wraps around your waist, steadying you as you stumble, your legs weakened by the pain in your shoulder.

“They’re still shooting!” Ellie yells, ducking behind the truck for cover.

“Go! Move!” Joel shouts, dragging you toward the back of the laundromat where the machines provide better cover. His grip on you is firm but careful, his body shielding yours as bullets shatter the glass and ricochet off metal.

Inside the dim, dusty room, Joel lowers you behind a row of washers, pressing his hand firmly against your wound to staunch the bleeding. His face is pale, his breaths ragged as his eyes dart toward the shattered front window, tracking the movement of the attackers outside.

“I’m fine,” you manage to choke out, though the pain in your voice betrays you.

“Bullshit,” Joel snaps, his voice breaking slightly. “Stay down. Don’t move.”

You nod weakly, your vision blurring as Ellie crouches beside you, her wide eyes darting between you and Joel.

“What do we do?” she asks, her voice shaking.

Joel glances at you, something raw flickering in his eyes before he turns back to Ellie. “Stay here. Watch her. I’ll deal with them.”

“You see that hole over there?” You motion toward the jagged hole in the wall, your breath shallow, the edges of your vision blurring slightly.

Ellie nods, her wide eyes darting between you and Joel.

“You go squeeze through. Stay there. Whatever you do, don’t leave, okay?” Your voice is weaker than you’d like, but it carries enough weight to make her nod, even as fear flickers across her face.

“Joel,” you say, your voice trembling now, “Cover her. She’s gonna go through there. And hand me my gun, will you? It’s not like I have much else to do.” You try to summon a smirk, but it falls flat. The pain is taking its toll.

Joel hesitates, his jaw clenching as though he wants to argue, but he complies, handing you your gun with a look that says he disagrees with this plan.

“When I say go, you run,” Joel tells Ellie, his tone firm and steady.

Ellie’s lip quivers, but she nods. “They’re not gonna hit you,” Joel reassures her, his voice softening. “Look at me! They’re not gonna hit you.”

Your heart clenches, watching him ground her in the chaos. She trusts him—more than anyone else in the world—and it shows in the way she steels herself under his gaze.

And it plays out just as planned. Joel fires cover shots, his aim sharp and unwavering, while Ellie sprints to the hole in the wall, slipping through to safety. He tosses your gun to you.

With trembling hands, you drag yourself behind an overturned washer, positioning yourself as best as you can to provide backup. You’ve been through worse, you remind yourself. You’ve survived worse. The sharp, burning pain in your shoulder isn’t enough to stop you—not yet.

The chaos quiets, but heavy footsteps echo in the distance. Joel does away with the last man with practiced precision. Relief flickers through you—until he rushes to your side and sees your paling face and the way your eyes start to lose focus.

“Stay with me,” Joel urges, his voice rising in desperation. “Don’t go to sleep. You hear me? We can rest later.”

His hands press hard against your wound, and the sharp surge of pain pushes you to the edge. Your vision darkens, the sounds around you muffling. You fight to stay present, but it’s too much—the pain, the blood loss, the sheer exhaustion.

The sound of a door slamming open jolts you back, even as you hover on the edge of consciousness. Joel’s hands are ripped from you.

“Joel!” Your voice is hoarse and weak, but panic fuels it.

What follows is a cacophony of sounds—a brutal struggle, fists meeting flesh, the crash of objects falling, and then gasping—Joel’s gasping. You can’t see him, can’t help him and your heart seizes with fear. You feel utterly helpless.

A gunshot rings out, piercing the air. The sound startles you, and then you hear a voice—a stranger’s—crying out in pain, pleading for mercy. His words are garbled, but it’s not Joel. Relief floods you, though it’s quickly overtaken by dread.

Joel says something to Ellie, but your hearing is fading in and out. The gunshot came from Ellie? Then, her small frame suddenly appears beside you. She buries her face in your shoulder, her trembling hands clutching at you.

You force your shaking arms to move, weakly covering her ears. “It’s okay, shhh, it’s okay,” you whisper, though your words feel hollow. You’re barely hanging on, your mind fighting to stay present for her.

Another scream cuts through the night, followed by silence. It’s over.

Joel’s hands return to you, his grip steady but shaking. “I’ve got you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls you closer.

You let yourself take one last deep breath, your body finally succumbing to the darkness.

“Joel! Joel, what’s happening?!” Ellie’s voice pierces the haze, frantic and scared.

“She’s okay!” Joel barks, though his voice trembles with barely contained panic. “She’s just passed out. She’ll be fine.” He looks at Ellie, desperate now. “Go clear that door over there. I need to get her in someplace safe.”

Joel moves with a frantic precision, his hands steady even as his thoughts spiral out of control. He lays you down on an old, splintered desk in the back room. Blood seeps through the torn fabric of your shirt, spreading fast, too fast, and it makes his stomach twist violently.

“Dammit,” he mutters under his breath, grabbing a rag from his pack and pressing it against the wound. You flinch slightly even in your unconscious state, the movement barely there but enough to let him know you’re still fighting. He clamps down harder on the cloth, praying it’ll stop the bleeding.

He pulls a bottle of alcohol from his bag, uncapping it with one hand while the other keeps pressure on your shoulder. His chest tightens as he remembers the way you looked at him earlier, like you trusted him completely. He doesn’t deserve that trust— not after the way things ended, the way he’s been holding onto every ounce of resentment like it was armor.

When he pours the alcohol over your wound, you let out a low, unconscious whimper, and it nearly shatters him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice barely audible. His hands shake for a fraction of a second before he forces himself back into focus.

The memories hit him like blows as he threads a needle, the trembling lantern light reflecting off the curved metal. Tommy said you left, his mind insists, a bitter refrain he’s held onto for years. But you didn’t, did you? Not entirely, not the way he thought.

Joel’s jaw tightens as he starts stitching the wound, his hands steady despite the storm in his chest. Every stitch feels like a penance, a punishment for the years he’s spent hating you, for not asking the questions he should’ve asked, for letting pride and anger fester where understanding should’ve been.

His gaze flickers to your face, soft and vulnerable in the dim light, and a pang of guilt settles deep in his gut. You didn’t deserve this—not the wound, not his coldness, not the years spent apart.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, almost pleading. “Don’t you dare leave me again.”

The words come unbidden, bare, and unfiltered, slipping past the walls he’s built so carefully. He doesn’t know if you can hear him, but saying it feels like a small release, like loosening a band that’s been wrapped too tightly around his chest.

By the time he finishes stitching you up, his hands are covered in blood, and his heart feels just as stained. He sits back on the chair next to the desk, his head falling into his hands for a brief moment.

The sound of Ellie shuffling nervously in the doorway brings him back. He straightens, wiping his hands on his jeans and looking at her with a weariness he doesn’t try to hide.

“She gonna be okay?” Ellie asks softly, her eyes red-rimmed and wide with fear.

Joel nods, though his throat feels too tight to speak. “She’ll be fine,” he manages, more to convince himself than her.

But as he looks at you again, unconscious and pale, he knows this isn’t over. The wound might heal, but the questions won’t. Not until he gets answers. And even then, he’s not sure the guilt will ever go away.

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The night stretches on, endless and unrelenting. Joel stays propped up against the table, his eyes fixed on you, watching the faint rise and fall of your chest. Ellie is fast asleep, curled up on the floor nearby, but Joel can’t afford to rest. Not with the weight pressing down on his chest like a vice.

He fights exhaustion, forcing himself to stay awake. Every time his eyelids droop, he snaps them open again, his focus returning to you. You look peaceful, even with the makeshift bandages and bruises. Peaceful in a way that pulls at something deep inside him. He’s reminded of a morning long ago, of you lying beside him in bed, tangled in the sheets after a night where neither of you could get enough of each other. You’d fallen asleep against his chest, your breaths steady, your body warm and safe in his arms. You’d looked like an angel then. 

You look like one now.

The memory soothes him, softens his tense shoulders, and before he realizes it, his head lulls back against the table, and sleep drags him under.

He’s back in Texas. The sky is gray, heavy with storm clouds, the streets eerily quiet. He knows this place—it’s the town where his world ended. Where everything fell apart.

Then he sees you, standing alone in the middle of the street. Your back is to him, and something about the way you stand makes his stomach twist.

“Y/N!” he calls out, his voice loud in the empty street.

You don’t respond.

He moves toward you, faster now. “Y/N!” he yells again, his voice cracking.

When he reaches you, his hand grips your shoulder, turning you toward him.

You scream.

His eyes lock on yours, and his heart stops. Blood coats your clothes, dark and endless, pooling beneath you. The shrapnel protrudes from your side, the bullet wound gapes in your shoulder. Your eyes are glassy, filled with pain and something he can’t bear to name.

“You keep leaving me to die, Joel,” you whisper, your voice trembling, barely audible.

“No,” he chokes out, shaking his head. “No, I—”

Your body begins to crumple, and he catches you, pulling you into his arms.

“Please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

“I didn’t leave,” you gasp, blood staining your lips as you struggle to breathe. “You left me.”

Your body goes limp in his arms.

“No,” he whispers, his chest heaving with sobs. “No, no, no—please! Come back! I lo—”

He jolts awake, his heart pounding so violently it feels like it might burst. His breaths come in shallow gasps, and tears streak his face, hot and unchecked.

For a moment, he’s disoriented, the nightmare clinging to him like a suffocating shroud. But then he remembers. You’re here. You’re alive.

He scrambles to his feet and rushes to your side. His hands tremble as he presses two fingers to your neck, searching for your pulse. There it is—steady and strong. His eyes flick to your chest, watching the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths. Relief crashes over him so forcefully his knees almost give out.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice raw, barely audible. “Stay with me. I know you didn’t leave. Just…stay now. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand lingers near yours, so close he could touch it, but he pulls back, afraid of how much he needs you. His head dips, his shoulders trembling as he fights to compose himself, to push down the storm of emotions threatening to overtake him.

But in the dim light of the room, with Ellie still asleep and you lying motionless beside him, Joel allows himself this one moment of vulnerability. He allows himself to grieve what he thought he’d lost, even as he clings to the hope that you’ll wake up and prove him wrong.

»»————————-««

Joel startles awake at the faint sound of your stirrings, the soft rustle of fabric snapping him out of his restless haze. In an instant, he’s by your side, his knees hitting the floor as he leans over you, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your eyes flutter open, bleary and unfocused at first, but they slowly settle on him. The face you see is raw with worry, the lines on his brow deeper than you remember.

“Joel,” you whisper, your voice weak, barely audible.

“I’m here,” he chokes out, his voice thick with relief. “Oh, thank God, I’m here.” His hand cups the side of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair as if grounding himself in the reality that you’re alive.

Last night, he’d begged—something he hadn’t done in years. He’d bargained with whatever higher power might still exist, offering up every part of himself if it meant you’d open your eyes. He’d have traded places with you in a heartbeat if it guaranteed you’d be okay.

“How long have I been out?” you murmur, attempting to push yourself up, only for your body to betray you. Pain shoots through you, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.

“All night,” he replies, his hands quickly bracing you before you can strain yourself further. “But you’re patched up. You’re gonna be alright.” His voice trembles ever so slightly, betraying the storm of emotions he’s fighting to contain.

Your eyes drift closed for a moment, overwhelmed by the effort of staying conscious. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Joel’s grip on you tightens. “Don’t apologize. Not ever,” he says firmly, the meaning of the words wavering in the air between you.

For a moment, you see something flash in his eyes—something finally unguarded. He looks at you like he’s still afraid to blink, like if he does, you’ll disappear again. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he struggles to keep it all in, but the emotions claw at him, desperate to be let loose.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he admits, his voice rough and unsteady. His gaze drops, and for the first time, you see his armor crack. “I thought—” He stops, inhaling sharply, his fingers brushing against your temple. “I thought I...we lost you.”

His breath shudders, his whole body taut with the effort of holding himself together. Tears threaten, burning at the edges of his vision, but he refuses to let them fall. Instead, he hovers close—too close—his forehead nearly brushing yours before he catches himself.

“Don’t do that to me again,” he rasps, his voice barely more than a breath, fractured and desperate. “I can’t—I can’t lose you. Not again.”

It’s not a plea. It’s not a command. It’s the unguarded confession of a man who’s spent too long burying what he can’t bear to feel—until now.

»»————————-««

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[voluptuarian]

I love trying to do historical research, you want an answer to a simple question like "could Jews serve in the British army in the 1880s" and you get back

Jews in the American Revolution

Jews in the American Civil War

Jews in World War I

Jews who fought for Nazi Germany

Thanks, that absolutely covers the time period and country I specifically asked for, couldn't have done it without you

[slingbats]

just a reminder that I have this community going here on tumblr!

The header and icon are Gotham, but I really want this place to be able to open up to a lot more verses with more interpretations of the characters

as someone who doesn't delve into the tags/tumblr's search feature very often, I want this to be a place where people are encouraged to self-promo their works that they're proud of, or share works from others that they think deserve a spotlight

link to the community, for any interested

not spoiler free!

[resuri-art]

Sometimes you have an important task to do and you desperately want to finish, but ADHD says "no I'm craving dopamine". You know how your brain work by now, so you search the easy dopamine that will allow you to focus on the main task. But suddenly, none of the usual tricks work. Listening to a horror let's play? It works fine usually, but now it's not enough stimulus and you're still unable to focus. Loud music? Same thing, you can't seem to get into hyperfocus this time. What about funny music from a cartoon then? It's too much this time and you're unable to focus on anything else than it.

None of the usual strategies are working and you keep procrastinating, deep desperation for not being able to do the important thing and burning yourself out trying to get the executive function do it's damn job.

You take a deep breath, focusing on yourself and asking what are you craving? And suddenly you got it. It was that one song from that movie you watched last night. Finally you found the one thing unlocking your damn brain. You put it on repeat and you're magically able to work on the important thing.

You try to not grieve too much all the lost hours of work because now you're late, but at least some work is being done.

[teaandinanity]

Sometimes I'm like 'oh, right, the inside of my head is Not The Standard Model' about the DUMBEST possible shit.

[songofwizardry]

my youtube home page recommended videos these days are like

video i've already watched

actual video i'd like to watch from a creator i follow

extremely upsetting video that has zero (0) relevance to anything i ever watch

video with ten views of someone's high school graduation or something

shorts i don't want

video i've already watched

video from my watch-later playlist that i saved five years ago

six (6) videos related to home improvement bc i made the mistake of watching one (1) video about fixing something once

tomska????

[fairyblue-alchemist]

ur the patron saint of wonderful tags !!

really???? i'm glad you like my tags haha i fear i'm too talkative in them sometimes </333 doesn't stop me from doing it anyways but i really appreciate the fact that you like them!!!!! 💙💙💙💙

what am i the patron saint of?

[emoutrasnotas]

Hi! So, can anyone tell me why there ins't a fanfic writing vlog community on YouTube? Or is there? Can anyone recommend me a channel or two?

I'm thinking smth like Lynn D. Jung, or briellewrites... y'know, the good ol' writing vlog format, but the author is working on a longfic (or many short fanfics) 🤔 No matter the fandom!

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[uglygirltrying]

wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT2 | pt1 | pt3 |

he did show you. it was so much warmer, than in your burrow.

it was easy to feel safe and warm enough, in his big arms, to eventually fall asleep. even if he was the hunter, your natural predator, you were basking in a warm hole, filled with his musk. your head went mush and fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut.

the wolf grinned and chuckled above you. what a silly bunny. your legs twitched, as you slowly went under. so compliant, no arguing when he took you, and you so easily went limp in his arms.

oh, you were going to be so much fun when the spring comes. maybe you'd be even more submissive, or on the other hand, maybe you'd get snappy. that'd be fun, simon thought.

he can already imagine the little bunny in heat, constantly rubbing against him, begging for a litter. if he feels nice, he might even give you one. simon smirks at the thought. such a sweet thing you are.

simon felt reluctant to leave. what if you ran? well, he would surely find you, after breathing your scent in so much. but still, it would be a lot of trouble, to track you, and catch you again. he didn't want to go through all of that trouble. he didn't want you to run.

simon signed. he had to find food. some meat for himself, and maybe some bark for you. but he knew that you didn't have a strong enough reason to stay. a warm den? you surely could find another one around. a mate? not really, he basically just snatched you up, against your will. maybe if you fought more, he would feel guilty. but this, this felt like a love story. he found you, brought you home, and here you are, sleeping in his den.

he did have time to linger and think. he did hunt best in the dark after all. simon breathed out again. whatever, he thought. you could run. he'd catch you, and bring you back. whatever.

simon sat up, leaving the bunny girl to lay there. he crawled out of the den, and made his way to the surface. the sun is setting, the rays creating shadows of the surrounding birch trees. the snowfall has stopped. it's so quiet and calm. the snow is beautifully set and hard surfaced, glistening in the light.

the wolf stood up, and began his search for food.

you felt disoriented. where were you? this isn't your burrow. your eyes slowly opened, drowsy, and confused. with a croaky groan, it hit you. where you were. why, and how.

you sniffed the air. the smell is so much lighter now. with a confused expression, you looked around the den. you're alone. huh?

why? where is he? is he hiding behind the opening, waiting to spook you and punish you, when you try to leave?

he's gone. it's your chance now. you can go, leave, run back home, to your burrow. the den is colder without his body pressed against you. it's almost as cold as your burrow. oh. it's warmer here. even without him.

it almost feels shameful to even hesitate leaving. you should! but you can't. you can't get yourself to crawl out and run for your life. how would he feel, coming back, into a empty den? a nest. that feels like an bad word. it's not your nest, not even your den. you're just... there.

why can't you leave? it's his fault, of course, he must've done something to you... are you feverish, why won't you run? maybe you're sick... running would only make that worse. and there's a perfectly good bed just under you.

you sighed. how pitiful. you laid back down. how embarrassing. but it felt so good, to just lay. don't you have a backbone? it would feel better if... it would be warmer. maybe even safer. if he was there. but is he even your protector. is this den a trap, why isn't he here?

thinking felt overwhelming. or maybe it was just the topic. but it felt exhausting. you should just not think. just lay there, and hope for his return. pathetic.

simon's hands were full of bark. he already ate his meal. he didn't want to bring anything bloody into the den, it would surely disturb you. if you even were still there.

simon scoffed. it's useless to assume. he doesn't know anything about you. maybe you're waiting behind the opening, a rock in hand, waiting for him to stick his head in, so you can punish him, for taking you.

he sniffed the air. nobody else is around. at least not around the hole in the hill. the snow's surface was untouched, not counting his own footprints. maybe you were still there. hopefully you were asleep. sweet, and compliant. maybe you were awake, desperately waiting for him to come back and keep you warm.

he almost smirked at his own fantasies. how silly. you already have him dreaming. oh, he is hooked, simon chuckled.

with hands full of bark, just for you, simon stood above the entrance of his den. might as well barge in. and so he did. simon crawled into his den. and there you were. still asleep. in his nest. the wolf felt proud. he kept you around. here he was, bringing you food, while you just slept. that's how it's meant to be.

simon dropped the bark in a corner of the den. he almost rushed. he wanted to cuddle up next to you, hold you in his arms, keep you warm, and protect you. at light speed, he had crawled next to you.

even in your sleepy state, he had managed to startle you. you're eyes narrowed open.

"go back to sleep, bun..." he softly murmured to you. with a tired nod of your head, you closed your eyes, and fell back asleep.

it made simon chuckle. you will never have a reason to complain again. you're his now, after all. his.

either this is my magnum opus, or im delusional ;( heart banner by @roseschoices

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[amal-alhaj]

Rolan

A Childhood Stolen by War 💔

When I think of my little ، daughter Rolan, the first thing that comes to mind is her innocent laughter that used to fill our home with joy.

Rolan, who is just five years old, was once a lively, energetic child, full of innocence and unaware of anything but playing with her toys 🧸🎈.

Since the war began, everything has changed.

We have been forced to flee several times, each time hoping that it would be our last stop 😔🏚️.

Rolan would watch us silently as we packed our few belongings, her eyes reflecting fear and confusion about what was happening around her 😔.

In the last place we went to, Rolan began to suffer from a problem with her skin, which began to become constantly sensitive due to pollution, insect bites, and germs spread everywhere.

Rolan cried from the pain, and we couldn't afford to get her the necessary treatment😢

Access to doctors or medicine became almost impossible due to the ongoing conflict 🚫🩺, and we now live in a place lacking the most basic necessities.

Rolan would ask us innocently, "Why can't I play like I used to? Why does my skin hurt?" 🥺, and all we could do was reassure her that everything would be okay, even though deep inside, we felt completely helpless.

Our constant displacement has also affected her nutrition 🍽️.

Despite all this pain, Rolan remains a child 🌸.

Even in the hardest moments, she tries to smile 😊, searching for small moments of joy in anything she can find around her.

Her story is the story of thousands of children who have suffered because of the war 🕊️.

Her life has been suspended between pain, fear, and deprivation.

All we want is to give her back a piece of the life she deserves 🎨.

We are doing everything we can to provide Rolan with the treatment she needs and to restore the sense of safety she has lost, but we cannot do it alone 🤲.

We need your support, not only to secure medicine and treatment but to give Rolan the chance to live her childhood as she should 🌸.

Every contribution can help heal her wounds and bring back the smile we’ve missed 💖.

We want to give her a better future, free from pain and fear 🌟✨.

best wishes:

Amal Alhaj

My husband

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