#as in i have a family member in the hospital my dog was injured i had exams toxic grandparents reaching out had to up my medication*

[redr0sewrites]

sorry for not being as active recently in terms of writing, im kinda going through a bit of a rough time recently and im hoping to be more active soon :/ ily all sm !

[sayruq]

Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, tanks, armored cars, buzzing drones, and army dogs, Ahmad Safi found himself looking at a massive hole in the ground. “Of all the death scenarios I have imagined myself in since the beginning of the war, I never suspected I would see my own grave,” the 26-year-old Khan Younis resident told Mondoweiss. Ahmad and his male relatives had been detained by the Israeli army and forcibly conscripted to stand in front of a resistance military base as the Israeli soldiers took cover behind them. They were caught in the middle of an exchange of fire between the soldiers and the resistance. On the night of January 22, the Israeli army launched a sudden attack on western Khan Younis, where five shelters for displaced people were located. In the middle of the night, the Israeli troops advanced towards the Tiba buildings, where Ahmad and his family had taken refuge in the middle of the Israeli-designated “safe zone.” These buildings were surrounded by al-Aqsa University, the al-Khair Hospital, the Industrial College, the Palestinian Red Crescent Society Center, and the al-Mawasi coastal area, all housing tens of thousands of displaced Palestinians. Early that night, Ahmad realized that Israeli quadcopter drones had fully occupied the sky. He knew what this meant based on his accumulated experience of Israeli war tactics — the army preferred to launch major operations under cover of night. Ahmad heard nonstop gunfire in the distance that night, but it was relatively far away, so he kept watching an anime show to distract himself. Moments later, the sound of gunfire intensified and got closer, and suddenly he heard screams from the opposite room. His cousin had been hit by a bullet. As the gunfire started intensifying further, Ahmad threw himself under his bed when the rest of his family rushed to his room carrying his injured cousin. That was when the Israeli soldiers stormed their apartment, bursting into the room in a blaze of flashlights. “It was the first time I had seen an Israeli soldier in real life,” Ahmad told Mondoweiss. The army separated the women from the men and forced the women to flee south to Rafah. The men were kept zip-tied and would remain in the army’s custody. An Israeli commander ordered Ahmad and the men of his family to move downstairs in single file. He then ordered them to kneel against the southern wall inside their apartment, which faces a resistance military base. Ahmad’s body was shaking uncontrollably. His lips were trembling and his breathing was heavy. “I tried to pull myself together,” Ahmad recounted. “But when I heard my mother say goodbye to us as she was dragged outside by the Israeli soldiers, I couldn’t hold back my tears.” The next morning on January 23, the Israeli soldiers ordered Ahmad, his father, his brother, and the rest of his cousins to move outdoors and instructed them to move horizontally in front of the armored military cars. “As they ordered us to stop and stand still, I found myself again a few meters away from the resistance military base,” Ahmad said. “ That was the moment I realized that we were being used as human shields.”

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Part of the Job

Another story requested by my patreon member! If you're interested and would like to support my work, please consider checking it out, link in bio <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Fem!Geto. ‘Blackmail’ but not really. Hospital sex. A lot of boob loving.

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“Getooo~” a shrill voice called out with an annoying teasing tone. Geto rolled her eyes, already knowing why Utahime was so excited. 

“Ugh. What is it?” she asked as her Senior reached her, playing along.

“Rude. Be respectful!” Utahime said, pouting before she continued, “But anyway, your boyfriends here. Again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Geto responded, putting away some paperwork on her desk, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have patients to take care of.”

“Yeah, and one of them is your boyfriend. He specifically asked for you. Again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not doing it. Have Nanami look after him or something.”

“If Nanami caters to him one more time I think Gojo will leave the hospital more injured than when he came in. Just go already before he throws a tantrum.” Without waiting for a response, Utahime turned around and left the room, leaving Geto alone.

Geto sighed, realising that she unfortunately had to do her job. She looked into the mirror and checked that her uniform was proper, her white dress and stockings pristine and clean. Her long black hair was pinned up in a high ponytail, a strand of it framing her face in the front and her makeup was simple yet elegant. She looked good, as usual.

 She walked out of the room and towards the location where her…patient was waiting. She didn’t even need to confirm where the man would be. There was only one room that would be sufficient for that rich bastard.

She knocked on the door once she arrived, sliding it open before she walked in. Despite the annoying situation, she did enjoy coming into the private suite of the hospital. A series of rooms reserved for the higher ups of society- celebrities, billionaires and such. It was a large room with an AC, a TV, a working internet connection, a big comfy bed, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a private nurse.

“Geto!” the nuisance called out excitedly as she walked into the room, “About time! I’ve been waiting for so long!”

Geto closed the door behind her and locked it, rolling her eyes, “I know you just arrived, stop being so dramatic.”

Gojo, her patient in question simply stuck his tongue out at her childishly before he went back to browsing the TV channels. She made her way over to him, trying her best to steel herself for whatever bullshit he was about to start spewing.

Gojo Satoru. He was a handsome young man with striking white hair and even more mesmerising blue eyes. The first time she saw him, she had to remember how to breathe, his eyes sparkling like sapphires. He was the son of the family who owned the hospital and he was well on his way to becoming the head someday. And for some reason, he seemed to have developed a habit of faking injuries and illnesses just to get into the hospital.

For ‘some reason’.

“So, what’s your problem this time?” Geto asked as she sat beside the bed, getting comfortable, notepad in hand as she looked over the man who was sitting against the headboard of the very comfy bed.

“My head hurts.” He responded, giving her a sad puppy dog look, “It’s been hurting all day. I think it’s something serious.”

“It sure is serious.” Geto said, poking his forehead with a manicured nail, “your brain is so empty- I bet the one braincell you have is hurting your skull when it knocks around in all that space!”

“Haha. Very funny.” Gojo said, pretending like he was going to bite her fingers and laughing when she suddenly pulled away, “Anyway, you know the best cure for it, right? You are a nurse, after all. My nurse.”

“Well, a headache will just be a tablet you can swallow but…that’s not what you’re demanding, are you?”

“Demanding? I’m not demanding anything.” Gojo said, lying through his teeth as he looked her up and down with that familiar expression, “I’m just asking you, as a medical professional, to give me the treatment that works the best on me.”

Geto sighed. Here she goes again.

Double checking that the door was locked, she took off her shoes before she crawled onto the bed. Gojo threw the remote away, the TV showcasing some random program but it didn’t matter as Geto sliding onto his lap blocked his view from the machine. She looked down at him, an unimpressed look in her eyes as he stared up at her, mischief behind his blue orbs before his gaze trailed down to her chest. With a sigh, she got to work, starting to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh yeah~ Give me those tits~” the white-haired man purred, practically drooling as Geto’s skin got revealed. She pushed the top half of her dress off of her shoulders and arms, the routine getting familiar as she exposed her bra clad breasts to the perverted patient.

“Fuck-“ Gojo gasped, shamelessly pushing forward and slotting his face into her cleavage, breathing in her scent and lightly shaking his head side to side, motorboating her, “I love it when you wear black.”

“You want to take it off of me?”

“Mmhmm.”

With his face still smothered between her ample breasts, His hands slid up her back, tracing up her spine, his long fingers massaging her muscles before he reached the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, he unhooked the item, not moving his face away from her chest even as he helped her remove it.

He threw it to the side, finally parting from her so he could have a good long look at her bare chest. Geto understood early on that Gojo was obsessed with her tits, the man often looking at her breasts more than her eyes. She was quite gifted in that department- her breasts decently big and plump enough for his hand to engulf and squeeze tightly.

Giving the valley between her breasts a kiss, his hands came up and grabbed onto her breasts, Geto’s back arching as she allowed him to grope at her. The man bit his lower lips, his pupils turning into hearts as he started to squeeze her like a toy. Her soft flesh seeped between his fingers as he groped her, Gojo using his grip on her to move her breasts in random directions. Sometimes, he’d push her breasts up a bit before letting go, his cock throbbing under Geto’s butt as he watched the way her tits bounced back down only for him to do it again.

“Shake those tits for me, yeah, that’s it~” he ordered, mouth watering as Geto shook her shoulders enough for her breasts to start moving side to side, the way her plump flesh danced mesmerising. He stuffed his face between her tits again, Geto still shaking her body as he enjoyed the feeling of her tits slapping his face.

“Tighter- fuck- make it tighter-“

Geto swore he could probably cum in his pants if the moan he let out was anything to go by. With his hands now on her ass, greedily pawing at her, she pressed her breasts closer together, squeezing them around Gojo’s face. She could feel him moan against her; his cheeks red as he happily suffocated between her soft globes.

“More- squeeze more- fuck – yes!”

Gojo’s cock was already rock hard in his pants but he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved Geto’s body, especially her tits. He’d spend all day suckling on her nipples if she let him, her soft breasts now becoming a happy place for him. Work is annoying? He’d imagine groping her titties. People are getting on his nerves? He’d picture falling asleep with Geto’s nipple in his mouth. Geto is ignoring him to do her ‘job’? That’s fine, just jerk off to the thought of big, fat milkers-

“Oh fuck!” Gojo moaned, pulling his head from between her breasts to take a deep breath, body shivering as Geto suddenly started to move her hips against his. Her hands now behind her, grasping onto his legs, she arched her back a bit as she ground against his clothed erection, her perky butt massaging his member just right.  His grip on her ass tightened as Gojo leaned down, mouth open and panting as his tongue ran over the plush of her right breast. Making his way down to her nipple, he giggled at Geto’s flinch once he flicked her sensitive bud with his tongue, her nipple instantly hardening. Not one to waste time, he sealed his lips around her and started to suck, groaning against her from the sensation of suckling on her sweet bud while also having her ass rub against his leaking member.

As he sucked her, licking her nipple up greedily, Geto thought back to how this all started. How she was so happy to have been accepted to one of the most prestigious hospitals out there. How she quickly got the respect and admiration from her peers for her work ethic and no-nonsense attitude while still being empathetic and kind to patients. She had met Gojo a month into her job and they hit it off, his status not influencing the way she treated him. Despite his spoilt attitude, they ended up being good friends even before she realised who he was.

The first time he got injured and Geto had to look after him, he groped her butt, his pain killer muddled brain claiming it made him feel better. The second time, after he realised Geto wasn’t mad at him, he admitted himself in for a headache and needed to see Geto’s bare breasts to get better. The third time, after his days were haunted by the sight of Geto’s pretty nipples, he claimed his dick was aching and swore that emptying his balls into her mouth would solve his problems.

And so, this routine continued. Perhaps it was because Gojo was technically her boss and Geto had to follow his orders (despite the fact that Geto would sooner castrate him than do something she doesn’t want to do). Perhaps it was because Geto was pent up, hot and horny that she was willing to let Gojo use her body for his perverted desires (much more likely). Or, perhaps, they were two emotionally constipated people who’d rather fuck each other than confess to any actual affection. 

 “I want you to sit on my face.” Gojo said hungrily, flicking her nipple with his tongue before giving it a kiss. Geto snorted, biting down a gasp as he bit down on her bud, “Is that another, super legit medical procedure?” she asked.

“Sure is.” The man responded, his other hand pawing at her ass, fisting and pulling up her skirt, “your pussy juice can solve any problem.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Geto said, this time unable to hold back her gasp as he suddenly spanked her, the pain red hot and addicting, “Fine- lie down.”

With an excited grin, Gojo did as he was told (a very rare sight), his head resting comfortably against his pillow as he waited for his treat. Huffing, Geto slid her hands underneath her skirt and started to pull off her undergarments. Gojo watched as she slowly started to drag her panties down her milky white thighs, her uniform covering up her cunt but he knew he’d see it in a second. With a bit of manoeuvring, Geto threw her panties to the floor, shivering as she felt the slight chill of the air conditioner brush against her- admittedly wet- cunt.

“Ready?” she asked, crawling up towards his head.

“Fuck yes!” Gojo said, already panting excitedly as he gripped her hips, helping her balance as she finally made her way to his head. “Fucking hell-“ he gasped as she straddled his face, not sitting down yet as she gave him a perfect view of her cunt. He was quite familiar with her pussy at this point, her cunt being absolute perfection. Cute and pink with puffy pussy lips, a tuft of hair and a sensitive clit- her pussy was what dreams were made of.  “Your pussy is so perfect- fuck- get down here!”

Gripping her hips tightly, Gojo pulled her down, Geto letting out a cute yelp from the sudden movement as she sat on his face, his mouth directly on her cunt. She moaned as Gojo took a deep, greedy lick of her pussy, kissing her cunt like he was making out with it. The moans he was letting out like he was the one getting fucked was vibrating her pussy, making her body shiver as he pleasured her. Geto had to admit- the man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck-“ she gasped out softly, refusing to be vocal to preserve her pride as Gojo lapped at her pussy, the man sucking on her clit like it was a sweet treat. He smacked her ass occasionally, making her rock her hips against his tongue even harder as he ate her out. He seemed to love getting her to break down, having her squealing for him by the end.

She was driven to her climax embarrassingly fast, Gojo’s talented mouth working her pussy perfectly. He moaned against her, mouth open and tongue lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth, Geto muffling her moans by slapping a hand over her mouth. She trembled on top of him, her thighs shaking and back arching as the pleasure hit her, her cunt gushing all over Gojo’s face.

He eventually tapped her thigh, signalling that he wanted her to get off. She pushed herself onto his chest, the man having a happy, satisfied look on his face as he took deep breaths. He looked at her, hunger still in his eyes.

“How do you want me to take you?” he asked, panting heavily, his lips wet from her slick. Geto wasn’t any better, her body shivering from the aftermath of her orgasm but her pussy wanted more. She needed him.

“…from behind.” She said, mirroring Gojo smile as he pushed her off of him, making her fall back against the bed. She quickly rolled over as the man greedily started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down in record speed just as she got on her knees. Geto looked behind her, mouth drooling as she stared at Gojo’s thick, delicious cock. The first time she sucked him off, her jaw was sore for three days straight. He was long, thick, with heavy balls and a delicious red tip, a tip that was leaking so much pre-cum she wished she could lap it up.

He grabbed her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his cock with the other before he started slapping his dick against her wet pussy, making her jump with every hit.

“Put it in yourself.” He demanded, clearly expecting Geto to protest but the woman was so horny that she quickly complied. He chuckled as she brought her arm out from between her legs, grabbing onto his member before she guided him to her hole, pressing his tip against her leaking entrance. She heard Gojo curse at her lewd action, his cock throbbing against her as he started pushing in. They both groaned simultaneously as his dick thrust inside her, splitting apart her wet, needy walls.

“Fu-uck-“ Geto moaned, her patients dick already bumping her cervix, his dick so deliciously long it took her breath away. Gojo growled as he gave her juicy butt a mean spank, moaning as he felt her tighten around him from the impact. “Gonna move- fuck me- I love this fucking pussy!”

With another smack, the man started to thrust, gently pulling out before slamming back inside her, both of them moaning. Geto gripped onto the bedsheet tightly as her body started to move back and forth, tits swinging as he gradually picked up the pace. She always enjoyed it when Gojo took her from behind, the position making his cock drive as deep as it could inside her. His grip on her hips was tight, the man pulling her back to meet his thrusts as he started passionately fucking her. Balls clapped against her clit each time, the slick sound of their filthy fucking echoing through the room, no doubt being audible outside the door were it not for the soundproof walls.

“Fuuuuck!” Gojo snarled, sweat on his body and heat on his face as he fucked this beautiful, sexy woman. He enjoyed their little routine, knowing full well that he wasn’t actually blackmailing her. At this point, she knew enough about him that she could threaten him and get whatever she wanted. Hell, she could just withhold sex for a day and Gojo would cave. He knew he had feelings for her but it just wasn’t the time for them. It will be, eventually, he was sure of it.

So for now, he would just fuck her cunt, enjoy her body and give her enough orgasms to make sure she knows she’d never find someone as good as him. He needed to make a stand considering just how amazing Geto was. There was no doubt a long list of men who’d want to be with her, but she chose him and he didn’t take it for granted. One day, he’d have her body and mind and heart.

They fucked like animals, Geto eventually loosing strength in her arms as she lowered her face onto the mattress, panting and mewling against the bedsheet with her ass up. Gojo loved the view, licking his lips as a hand came up to grope at her butt before his thumb inched towards her rim. He felt her jump, her gasp adorable as he started rubbing her tight asshole, his mouth starting to water as he pictures eating her ass. He needed to do that next.

“Fuck- cumming- gonna- oh yes-“ Geto moaned, drool seeping into the bedsheet as she was fucked silly, his thick cock hitting her g-spot perfectly. M-Me too!” Gojo gasped, gritting his teeth as he gently pressed his thumb into her other hole, groaning as he felt her tighten around him even more, “Fuck- where do you want it?”

“I-Inside me!” Geto begged, voice jumping from the force of his thrust, her ass ripping against him, “fill me up!”

“Fuck baby- let’s cum together!” Gojo said, ready to pump her full. She was on birth control but he felt his balls constrict over imaging a time where she wouldn’t be- where he could truly breed her and knock her up.

“Cumming! Fuck- cumming!”

“Cum for me babe- oh yea- gonna fucking- fill you!”

“Yes- yes- yes!!”

With a shrill squeal, Geto climaxed. Her back arched as her pussy gushed around his member, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came. Her body shivered, the woman biting down on the bedsheet to prevent any further noises from leaving her throat. It barely helped as she huffed and moaned against the fabric, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the amazing feeling of an orgasm literally being fucked out of her.

Gojo moaned shamelessly, pressing her hips so tight against his, not allowing her to move as he came inside her. He smiled a wide grin, tongue sticking out as he pumped her full, balls clenching as he dumped his nut into her eager, waiting womb. Fuck…he really wished she wasn’t on birth control. He’d never get tired of the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for every drop, her ribbed walls clamping around him, soaking his dick in a mixture of their juices. She was so perfect.

Eventually, after coming down from their highs, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out, dick twitching as he watched her gaping pussy leak out his cum, making her body a mess of sweat and semen. Geto sat up as well, a bit dazed from her orgasm and a bit miffed that she now had to continue her workday stuffed with cum. Post nut clarity really was a bitch.

But before she could say anything, Gojo sat back against the headboard, legs spread and cock still erect as he started taking off the remaining of his clothes, getting completely naked.

“You’re still my nurse, right?” he asked, noticing her confused expression, “My head still hurts. I think I need to cum down your throat for it to go away.”

Geto snorted, unable to hold back her laugh as she started crawling towards him, happy to give her body a break but still eager for more.

“And I suppose you’d like to tongue my asshole open later?” she asked as she grasped his member, Gojo hissing from the sensitivity.

“Exactly. I knew you were an excellent nurse.”

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Antidote

Inspired by this post

Steve had some very troubled friends. That he knew. They said some weird stuff, some of it sounding like they didn't believe they were even human. He used to question it, now he doesn't.

He knew the routine. Sandy liked to invite him to barbeques on full moons with her huge family. They made the best ribs he'd ever tasted. He knew her family were hunters and he always got extra to take home with him. As a poor college student, these were a godsend and the family always fawned over his skinny frame like he was a neglected puppy that they'd taken in.

He also befriended a bunch of goths who just loved Italian food and would pay for his dinner just for him to go out with them. For being goths, they really were so excited for Italian food. He could see the drool off one for garlic bread.

"I loved this stuff when I was alive," Gregory muttered to himself, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.

"I know what you mean," Sheila said, "my mother's favourite recipe is just not the same without garlic."

"Then why not include it?" Steve asked.

"Steve, I'm deathly allergic," Sheila grinned, showing off all her teeth, "well, only under certain circumstances."

"What does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it." She waved it off. Steve didn't care enough to argue. He got hot meals out of it and a support group that he wouldn't otherwise have.

One day, while heating up a plate of leftovers from Sheila's house, there was a frantic knock on the door. Steve sighed, putting down his plate and slowly heading to the door, dragging his feet. He just wanted to eat in peace.

"Ok, I'm coming," Steve said, making the frantic knocking pause. He opened the door and froze.

Sandy was standing there, tears in her eyes, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes. Her brother, Brody, was beside her, helping another family member to stand. Steve inhaled as he saw blood dripping down their shoulder.

"Please," Sandy squeaked, "we didn't know where else to go."

"The hospital? The cops? Someone with medical training?!"

"We can't, they'll find us," she whispered, her breath hitching and dangerously close to turning into a sob.

Steve sighed and opened the door wider, letting them in. Brody rushed in, bringing the injured member into the bathroom, trailing blood on his floors.

Steve cringed at the roundabout way Brody got them there, trailing around the living room and into the kitchen before getting there like he was struggling to figure out where to put them. He then noticed that Brody had stuck to the hard floors and completely avoided the carpeted areas.

Steve closed the door and Sandy just grabbed Steve, pulling him after them and standing him close to the bathroom door. "Stay here," she said before heading to the nearest windows and looking out them, closing the blinds then grabbing cleaning supplies to start cleaning his front step.

Steve grew uncomfortable in all the silence around him. "Sandy," he said but she was too focused cleaning up their trail. "Sandy," he said louder, pulling her away from her task.

"Steve, stay here." She pulled him back to the bathroom.

"Why? What's going on? Why are you bringing your family here? Why not to the hospital? And why are you acting like you've been followed?" He continued asking questions.

"I- look, I don't know if- I don't know if it's because you don't believe us."

"What that you're wolves?" Steve rolled his eyes, "look, I get people are really into the whole spirit animal stuff, I just don't personally believe in that. That's fine, I don't judge that you do. But this is serious. Why are they not in the hospital?"

"B-because they'll find us easily if we take them there."

"Who will find you? Are you in danger?"

"Th-there's hunters." Sandy rubbed up her arms. "I know it sounds crazy to you but... there are people who hunt people like our family and try to kill us."

"Why don't you call the police?"

"The police won't help. These people make hunting us a profession. They go their whole lives heading from place to place, killing then moving on." Sandy ducked her head, "and now they're here."

"They just some nutcases? What? Do they use silver bullets and wolfsbane too? Or is wolfsbane good for you? I don't know the lore of you guys."

Sandy chuckled but it was choked with tears as they threatened to spill. "No, it's not. And yes, they try to poison us." She looked into the bathroom, "but... we think... does it work?" She called into the bathroom.

Brody popped his head out, holding a blob of blood with just a hint of shiny metal underneath, "got it. It's working. But they don't have their healing factor here."

Sandy pulled Steve away from the bathroom towards the opposite end of the apartment, "is this enough?"

"No. You need him out of the apartment."

"Can we step outside?" Sandy asked, "please? I'll try to explain everything."

Steve crossed his arms and gave her a disapproving look. Sandy just licked her lips nervously, eyes darting to the bathroom and she looked ready to cry.

"Please," she begged, "I promise, I'll try. It won't- it- I just-"

Steve grimaced, "ok, ok," he let up his stare, leading Sandy out of the apartment. "Just clean up after you," he called into the apartment before shutting the door.

Sandy led Steve away from the apartment, walking them down the street to the nearby park. As they did, Sandy pulled out a chocolate bar, ripping the wrapper open and chomping down with the fervour of an alcoholic sipping from a small flask.

"Is it safe to be out here if there's people after you?" Steve asked.

"They like to work in secret. They won't attack in broad daylight with people nearby. Plus," she held up her chocolate bar, swallowing her mouthful, "wolves aren't supposed to eat chocolate."

Steve smirked, "now now, you'll be sick with all that chocolate." He teased, the teasing feeling familiar enough that it let Sandy relax a little as they found a seat to sit in.

"Sandy!" A voice called out and it was one of the goths, Laurence, "are you guys alright? We heard the howls."

"Uh," Sandy looked down at her bar of chocolate. While a lot of her family liked chocolate, she only seemed to eat them when she was particularly stressed. "No. They- they're here."

"Well, yeah, we know that. Our elder issued a warning to the others and we're spreading the news but I'm talking about if any of you were got. You guys stopped howling suddenly."

"They came to me with Jack," Steve said, "they were shot."

Laurence froze then looked at Sandy, "are they...?"

"It worked, we were able to remove the bullet," she said, "but I had to take Steve away so they could use their healing factor." She looked down at her chocolate bar, "I want to tell him."

Laurence grimaced, "that's not a good idea. Especially right now. In fact, for you is a bad idea too." He gestured to the chocolate she was eating.

She froze and looked down at it. "Oh, yeah. I- I didn't think of that."

Steve sighed, looking around him as the conversation veered off into something he had no idea what to make of. He was used to it and he hated it. They were usually good at hiding a lot of those knowing looks.

"It's up to you." Laurence said, "the elders aren't gonna be happy, nor your pack if his magic stops working on us."

"Magic?" Steve chuckled mirthlessly.

Sandy pulled a thick book out of her bag, "I know you don't believe in this stuff but you're familiar with the whole vampires and werewolves and witches thing, right?"

"Yeah, are you going to tell me there's witches too?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"And ghosts, and selkies and other creatures."

"Really," he scoffed, "how come I've never seen them?"

"We don't know why," Sandy opened up her book, scrolling the pages for something, "but whatever makes us like this just seems to neutralise when you're around. The vampire elders believe it's because you're a powerful witch with the ability to neutralise curses whenever you're around."

"Ah yes, the ol' magic answer," Steve rolled his eyes.

"We wolves have a different theory," Sandy said, stopping at one page and showing the picture to Steve.

It featured a tall shadow standing under a full moon. It was entirely featureless, not even a gender could be discerned thanks to the long robes it wore, hiding its proper shape. A glowing circlet on its head did not illuminate its face in the slightest. It looked kinda spooky.

"And that iiiis...?" Steve asked.

"W-well, a lot of our religions revolve around the moon. Witches do their rituals, animal transformation happens in the full moon, vampires seek asylum in the light of the moon, spirits can manifest at night. All that stuff." Sandy placed the book on her lap, "so naturally, we all have our deities revolving around the moon. It has many names but us wolves believe that it's all the same god."

"What do you call it?" Steve asked.

"Well, it's more of a title than a name. We call it the Guardian. It protects us from the horrors of our curses."

"And you believe... I'm related to this thing?"

"Well, our theory was that you were a creature with the ability to warp reality but you didn't know so you just warp reality to your belief of what the world is so, every time we're around you, we become 'normal humans' with no access to our usual curse. It's a personal theory of mine that you're a deity without memory."

"Your theory doesn't hold up, I have memory of my life and family right down to childhood."

"But you could have warped reality to make that family," Sandy said, "so it kinda does work."

"You're starting to sound crazy now, Sandy. Like, do you need help?"

Sandy sighed, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you don't believe me. It is a crazy theory."

"Heh," Laurence picked the book out of Sandy's hands, "that's cute. The Guardian, makes it sound so cushy. Definitely no fearful god of the night like it's supposed to be."

"We don't typically need the fear of god to make sure we behave ourselves." Sandy muttered angrily.

"Of course not, you're known for your obedience now aren't you," Laurence smirked.

"Give me that," Sandy hissed, reaching for her book only for Laurence to hold it over his head where she couldn't reach it.

"Oh, what happened to that tall wolf height?" He jeered, "just shift and grab it."

Steve sighed, standing up and pulling the book out of Laurence's hand, the goth not even fighting him. "This isn't Twilight," Steve said, "you wolves and vampires can get along without all the name calling." He handed the book back to Sandy.

Laurence hissed, like a cat hiss. "Do not ever bring up that dreadful series to me or my clan ever."

"Or you'll what? Bite me?"

"I don't need fangs to draw blood," Laurence narrowed his eyes threateningly.

"You bite him and you'll have to answer to my pack."

"Ok, quit fighting, both of you. Look, as much as I don't believe in your religions and lifestyles, there's still a maniac coming after you and there's someone bleeding out on my bathroom floor right now."

"Brody will take care of them," Sandy said, "they'll need a lot of rest though and we might have to move a little closer to town."

"We're probably going to go underground until the coast is clear." Laurence said.

"Is that really safe?" Sandy asked, "I mean, if they find you, you'll be unprotected."

"We'll keep at least a couple of us up to guard but we have a good hiding spot. We can hide long enough to outlive them."

"Outlive?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," Laurence huffed.

"Ok, it's settled. I'll have a talk with the witch sisters to see what they'll be doing. They're going to be the most at risk." Sandy said.

Laurence nodded.

"So what do I do?" Steve asked.

"He shouldn't be after you," Sandy said, "but if you ever feel like you're being watched or someone's following you, call us."

"Just to clarify, we're not getting the cops involved?" Steve asked.

"As if they'd listen," Sandy rolled her eyes, "hell, it's a wonder you even take us seriously at all."

"It's hard not to when you show up at my front door bleeding!"

Sandy chuckled and hugged Steve.

"What's this for?" Steve asked.

"She's scent marking again, girl, you know you can't do that without your wolf musk." Laurence said, pulling the two apart.

"I'm not scent marking, I'm hugging," Sandy yelped in offence, "as a thank you for letting us in. And I know you don't believe you're doing anything but you're the reason we were able to stop the silver from hurting Jack and Brody while it was being removed so thank you." She hugged again.

Steve just chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever you say."

[beardedmrbean]

“Antisemitic writings” were found in a search of items belonging to the shooter who opened fire Sunday afternoon at Joel Osteen’s Lakewood Church in Houston, according to law enforcement.

The woman, identified as 36-year-old Genesse Ivonne Moreno, was carrying an assault-style rifle with the word “Palestine” written on it, according to two senior law enforcement officials briefed on the matter.

A motive is still not clear, but police said they believe Moreno acted alone. A dispute between Moreno and her ex-husband’s family, some of whom are Jewish, may be related to the shooting, Houston Police Commander Chris Hassig said in a news briefing Monday.

The shooter also made several statements during the course of the incident, but the officials declined to describe them. Law enforcement officials added that Moreno previously went by multiple aliases, including using both male and female names.

Moreno also brought her 7-year-old son with her to the church, the officials said. During the incident, the shooter stated she had a bomb, but a search turned up no explosive devices, officials said.

Preliminary tests done of chemicals found at the scene concluded that the materials did not pose any risk, Houston Fire Department Chief Sam Peña said at the Monday news briefing.

“The products on their own are benign, and they’re common products that we would see in other applications,” Peña said.

Law enforcement records show the shooter had at least six arrests since 2005, including unlawful carrying of a weapon, which she pleaded guilty to; evading arrest; and assault on a public official, which was pleaded to a lesser charge.   

Moreno has a documented mental health history and was placed under an emergency detention order by Houston police in 2016, Hassig said.

Maria Scott, who lived four doors from Moreno in the city of Conroe, roughly 40 miles north of Houston, said she did not know her well, but “people talked about her because she was wreaking havoc.”

She said a couple of years ago Moreno knocked on her door at 7 a.m. “insisting I go get my dogs out of her mother’s yard,” said Scott, 57. “She was just very stern and very, very angry for someone at 7 a.m.”

Scott said she heard from talk in the neighborhood that Moreno carried a firearm.

Another neighbor, Linda Giutta, wrote on Facebook that she and others from the neighborhood had raised concerns about Moreno with local law enforcement and the city council.

"No one could offer any kind of help," Giutta said in the post. "We are told to see something and say something but nothing gets done until it is too late."

Neither the police department nor Conroe's five council members immediately responded to requests for comment.

Police have publicly stated that two off-duty officers at the church returned fire, striking the shooter and killing her at about 1:50 p.m. Her son was also struck in the head during the incident and was in critical condition.

Police Chief Troy Finner said at a news conference Monday that the 7-year-old boy is “fighting for his life.” Police previously said the boy was 5 years old.

Another person who was injured, a 57-year-old man, was released from the hospital, Finner added.

He added that one of the off-duty officers is an agent with the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission and the other is a Houston police officer.

Officials are investigating a wide range of possible motives given the writing on the weapon, but cannot yet conclusively say what led to the shooting. They have not ruled out terrorism or hate crime-related motives.

The shooting happened between services, as people were arriving for Spanish service, Osteen said. About 45,000 people attend services there every week, making it one of the largest megachurches in the country.

Osteen said that he was “in a fog” after the violence and that he was keeping the injured in his prayers.

“We don’t understand why all these things happen,” the pastor told reporters Sunday. “But we know God’s in control.”

In a subsequent statement on Facebook, Osteen urged his congregation to lean on their faith to cope with the anguish.

“Our community is devastated by today’s events and grateful for the swift actions of law enforcement,” he said. “Together, we will rise above this tragedy and stand firm in our commitment to love and support one another.”

[lifblogs]

Things my mom’s asshole boyfriend did wrong at the animal hospital tonight:

• Came, for one thing. He didn’t need to be there.

• Told me I could carry Loki in his carrier despite me being visibly injured.

• Wasted time signing important paperwork because he was worried about the price. (He doesn’t even have to pay or sign. This isn’t his cat.)

• Rude to the point a girl chewed out even me for it.

• Scared a dog so badly his port cast came off.

• Tried to touch other people’s animals.

• Tried suggesting a fucking useless and invasive test for Loki.

• Didn’t listen to me when I tried telling him 4 million times that seizures happen in the brain, and no, it was not something he ate, or the vet approved over the counter sinus meds.

• Didn’t listen to me when I said Loki can’t have an actual fish as a treat because most fish have the minerals and such he can’t have. No one gives a fuck if it’s organic, dipshit.

• Complained that we didn’t take him to the room to talk to the doctor and say good night to Loki, despite him not owning this cat or being a family member.

[bbctimesnews]

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The story of that war started on 7th October, between two such communities who want to make their place on the world map and maintain their place, who have had a long bloody conflict. What happened and what did not, let us know the complete details. We talked with the people of Israel and Gaza, Lebanon on the ground level and got complete information that on 7th October such a morning knocked on the door which perhaps cannot be imagined even in dreams, brother. The words were painful, really, and I cried. Even after a year, remembering that morning, I break down—something of the magnitude of the scale. We were completely in the truth. It was a religious holiday for the people of Israel and us. There was a happy atmosphere everywhere and then what happened, no one can imagine. You can see because I left for example near the hospital. So everything was in front of our eyes, but we could not believe that this could happen to us. I saw that a large number of injured were being brought to the hospital near me by helicopter. But when you have never imagined such a morning, you cannot believe what is happening around you. You can't match something like this can happen in this game. Western countries like Canada consider it a terrorist organization. Their fighters attacked Israel. The region was most affected. 1200 people were killed. Mathura Nayak, a Jew of Indian origin who has worked in many Hindi serials, also lost two members of her family. The society killed her sister Uday and her husband in front of their children. On October 7, my sister Uday and her husband Dole were caught in a very tragic crossfire that happened in Israel. They were with their two daughters - 7 years old and 3 years old when a group of terrorists attacked their car and started firing. The only survivors in this incident were their two daughters and the last words of their 6-year-old daughter were her echoing victory. These words have become very famous among the citizens of Israel and even today they wear them on a badge around their neck. And these words were shouted by his daughter in Broome, he had given them to everyone, he said are you the rally police, are you the Israeli police, if you are the rally police, please save the child standing next to me, after the indiscriminate massacre, our Sarsini extremist dogs took more than 200 people hostage and took Ghazal with them and the next day Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu declared war on Hamas, Israel is at war, we did not want this war, it was imposed on us, that too in the most brutal and repeated form, but even if Israel did not start this war, it will be Israel that will take it to its conclusion, Harendra Mishra, who brings to you an eyewitness account, was also present in Israel during this time. Israel suffered a huge setback, and its image suffered a huge setback

[marginalizedmormon]

Thinking back

I have used this blog for quite some time to process difficult situations and to try to correct less than helpful thinking patterns. After communicating with one of my (former) step-brothers - does one ever un-adopt family members? I started thinking about my teenage experience with my former stepmother (I guess one can un-adopt toxic relationships.)

I was 14 when I left my mother's house to live with my father and his new family consisting of a wife (widow of a navy doctor and former fashion model,) her 4 children and the toddler that dad and she had given birth too.

It was a big change coming from a 2 bedroom apartment I shared with my mom, sister and brother. And a very tight budget that didn't allow for much extra- but these were the people I loved. I was starting to make some poor decisions, I wanted to be included with the in crowd and I missed my Dad. I thought maybe having him as a more-regular part of my life - I might do better. He was active in church, Mom wasn't and for some reason that also felt important. And there is some magnetic draw of an intact family for kids. The summer after my freshman year, I moved up the hill. Dad and his wife had bought a house in one of the fancy neighborhoods of the town I grew up in.

With a built-in pool and live-in help, they seemed very comfortable. They had Cadillacs and a van to take their blended family of 10 on local adventures. They would go to Arizona to visit my beloved grandparents (a trip my Mom wouldn't let me participate in because she didn't want me to be the designated babysitter.) I was the oldest. I was used to helping and that hadn't bothered me. My stepsister was a sad little thing, after the loss of her father - I believe she had been her Daddy's girl, she had a hard time when he died and was emotionally needy. Looking back now, I see that I too became emotionally needy in that environment.

The three little boys were just little boys - no threat or anything else but added humor because of their speech patterns. The toddler half-sister was just a cute bonus. I had taken swimming lessons with her to make her pool-safe, had gotten her off her binky (pacifier) and was amused by her antics like stuffing her slippers full of cut-up hot dogs at dinner. I dressed her up and took her trick-or-treating when I was too old to go. She was my pet baby.

After I moved out, my mom decided to move to Los Angeles to be closer to her parents and brother. I thought I would have the best of both worlds - live in comfort with my father and be able to go home to see Mom, sister and brother at will. But that disappeared. Without my Mom nearby, I was lost. If I had known she was moving I might have stayed with her, I don't know. But she was gone and I was stuck.

Soon after I joined the household, my Dad had back surgery for deteriorating discs in his spine. In the hospital, an infection set in and almost killed him. He was in the ICU for weeks, in and out of consciousness. I didn't know how dire the situation was. I was at a church youth activity when a phone call came, "your father is dying and your stepmother needs you to come home immediately." I must have gotten a ride. When I arrived at the house, she chastised me for being gone at such a critical time. I am pretty sure I did not know what was going on, but now, after getting my father back after 4 years, I was about to loose him forever. I was in shock.

God gave him back to us, but he was injured and needed extra care. my stepmother, a nurse, could attend to his needs but she also made me change the surgical pads on his unhealed draining back wound. I am not a nurse, nor do I have any desire to be one. It was gross. His recovery was difficult, they had let the live-in help go so I needed to do more around the house. My stepmother cornered me one evening and tried to shame me saying the women at church wonder why you are not able to step in and run the house. I was 14, my Mom had been working full-time for 4 years. We cleaned house on the weekend, how was I supposed to know how to run a household of 8? Besides, she had live-in help for years, she obviously wasn't able to run the house on her own. I was neither shamed nor inspired by her attack.

But I was given more to do. I was given a list and began doing the grocery shopping. I came home from school and was in charge of dinner, clean-up and getting school lunches packed, this effectively eliminated my ability to have a social life, go out for school activities or do normal teen stuff. That and the laundry, I had responsibility for the laundry for the family of 8. I wasn't given an allowance, but sometimes, my Dad would take pity on me and slip me a $20. I didn't feel I could ask for money or much help and the only attention I felt I got was when I was in trouble, which was fairly constantly because they lived by different household rules than I was used to. I was doing all of this unpaid work for people I didn't love. And I was always in trouble for breaking rules I didn't know about until I had done it and was being punished. They decided they didn't like my best friend and banned me from seeing or even talking with her. I lost my Mom, sister, brother and best friend all at once, it was very hard. One of their close friends at church was a doctor who had a daughter my age. We started hanging out, but to be honest, whenever I got in trouble or did something stupid, it was with her. My boho friend that they didn't like would remind me - you can't do that - you're a Mormon, but my Mormon friend kept doing things that were getting progressively worse.

To be fair, life there wasn't all bad. Sometimes my stepmother gave me little pieces of jewelry or special things. She had the room I would be sharing with my stepsister redecorated, albeit in a color and style that meant nothing to me, but they were trying. When I moved in with them, my wardrobe was rather sparse, as my Mom had stopped sewing my clothes (which I never cared for) and didn't have much money to buy what I wanted or needed. So my stepmom took me shopping to the popular boutique stores and with careful spending and summer sales, I started my sophomore year with a fresh new wardrobe - that was really fun.

My stepmother was the nurse at the high school. She felt that it would be important for teens to know where to get treated for STDs and pregnancy so she started a peer program, pulling in the popular and high-profile kids to teach students - down to junior high level, where to get free healthcare without their parents' knowledge. She had gotten into humanism with its lack of morality and was, I believe a feminist at heart. Showing herself publicly to be this caring, I'm there for you type, while neglecting her family seemed to me, hypocritical. There were no Christmas stockings or Easter baskets, few goodnight kisses, she came home and ate her dinner in her room instead of with her family. She told me that she had never wanted children, her doctor husband did, then he died and left her alone with 4 kids. Her parents had moved out from the mid-west to help her and her sister, but they were a different story.

Dad tried to pick up the slack as he could, making sure we attended church, paid tithing, kept up the yard, house and cars and made everyone breakfast on Saturday mornings. But the hands-on work of a mom rearing a family fell to others, and I had more than my share of it. At a time I should have started working; was offered a job at a local bookstore- but was told I couldn't accept it because I had too much (UNPAID) work at home. And I was always in trouble, so it seemed. No affirmation, no gratitude, no wage, just unappreciated work for people I didn't really care for.

And I was in trouble for telling people how things were at home. I was told not to talk. She would get me to confide in her, then I would be called in to be in trouble with her and my Dad. I couldn't tell if she was my friend or enemy. And I actually didn't hate being yelled at by both parents because at lest I was getting some attention. I got blamed for things I had no control over, like when my stepbrother wouldn't do his chores. I had responsibility but no authority. I could rarely have friends over. When my male biology partner came to the door one Saturday and gave me a rose (I had no idea that meant he liked me,) I got in trouble even though I didn't invite him in. When a new neighbor moved in and I invited him swimming I got in trouble for that, even though I already had a boyfriend and nothing bad happened.

On my fifteenth birthday, my new best friend and I planned to go to a movie to celebrate but I was not allowed to go. My stepmother was entertaining colleagues that night and I had to stay home to help serve. Could it have been any other night or did it have to be on my birthday? She made me call and invite people to a fashion show she was hosting. I hate calling people.

My happy place was taking the bus to Los Angeles to visit my Mom and siblings. When stepmother was angry and trying to control me she would threaten to cut off the visits. She said I was always angry and sad when I came home. That was probably true. My rides to LA were not without incidents. I was young and cute and Marines stationed at Camp Pendleton would try to hit on me on these trips, it was unwanted attention. Later, when I had a boyfriend he bought me a fake wedding ring so guys would leave me alone. Sometimes he would drive up to LA on Sunday evening to pick me up so I wouldn't have to take the bus. My parents never did.

One of the stepbrothers was starting to say suggestive things to me, in this day it would be considered harassment. Later my Dad would accuse her of having an affair with a humanist guru she was involved with. She divorced my Dad. He walked away with nothing but a broken heart. We always thought it was because it was her house. I found out years later they both had bought it but he didn't seem to have much say in how things ran and she ended up with the assets. When I returned to the house to pick up my bike which my stepbrother had appropriated, her mother followed me outside. Yelling at me and accusing me of breaking up their marriage. She hit me, I hit her back and told her to never touch me again. At least I was learning to stand up for myself. In true liberal form, stepmother had one day accused me of breaking up my parents' marriage, which I thought was ridiculous that the worst thing that had happened in my world would be blamed on me. I fought back. I accused her of killing her first husband and trying to kill my Dad. We were in the car, she pulled over and made me get out to walk the couple of miles back to my house. My Dad didn't know what to do, so he got out to walk back with me. She turned the car around, went back to the house, removed the phones and took the hidden keys so we couldn't get in and took off for her parents' house. My Dad was able to force a window open so we could get into the house, but with no phones, there wasn't much we could do that Sunday afternoon. He had a car key and we drove to his school, he made a reservation to stay at a hotel that night so fortunately we didn't have to face the raving lunatic again that day. She seemed hostile and hateful and was definitely abusive. The house I had gone to hoping for strength and unity was falling apart.

I, to this day, hate to be wrongly blamed for things. I don't like feminism. I try to unite family where I can and have a hard time trusting.

Anyway, struggling to fill the void of my Mom and siblings moving, best friend banished and extra housework, and being pulled from the young women's program at church to teach immorality was too much for my developing brain. A handsome, accomplished guy at school had started paying attention to me. I wasn't ready for a relationship but did not know how to dissuade his attention. Home life was toxic and I didn't have the ability to fix it. It was confusing, I didn't take it well and I reacted badly. A rebellion was in the works.

[netherzon]

So as I was looking for songs for a playlist I discovered there are a bunch of clips from AFN news reports, weather reports, ads, interviews etc on spotify with almost zero information. I don't know when this is from exactly, but its a bunch of short news stories which makes it too long to add to the playlist itself so I decided to just post it here. It's just a really fascinating 4min snapshot from history to me. I would recommend listening to it if you can, but I'm gonna do my best to transcribe it as recorded under the read more too

"According to a report in this morning's VZ, two policemen and a demonstrator were injured and four people were arrested when police and [idk] clashed on Heinrich Heine Platz in the city's Kreuzberg area Saturday night. According to local police the rioting lasted approximately five hours and a total of 150 police were required at the scene to break up the fighting. During the scuffle rioters reportedly lobbed empty bottles, paving stones, and even a training hand grenade at the law enforcement officials."

"88 year old Rudolf Hess is still at the British military hospital being treated for pleurisy. According to the newspaper BZ, the son of the convicted Nazi war criminal, 44 year old Wolf Rüdiger Hess, has accused British authorities of subjecting his father to an undignified and degrading treatment at the hospital. According to the younger Hess, his father is being subjected to a prison like regiment there. Hess said that he was appealed--- has appealed to the British government authorities to seek a solution to his father's imprisonment, and let him die in peace among family members. Rudolf Hess is currently serving a life imprisonment term at the Spandau war k prison crime crimes prison, which is being operated by the victors of World War 2. The newspaper BZ reported yesterday that a British spokesman has rejected the claims made by Hess's son, saying that they are not justified."

"Saturday night two masked bandits broke into a Grunewald villa while the residents were sitting in front of their television. According to the newspaper Bild-Zeitung, the bandits were armed with pistols when they entered the 38 year old real estate broker's house. According to local police the robbers made off with jewelry worth half a million marks in cash, and in cash robbery. They robbed...half a million marks worth in cash"

"According to the newspaper Der Tagesspiegel, police in the East German city of [idk] recently nabbed a 19 year old thief with the help of a dog. According to the story, the 19 year old stole a large amount of money and then went looking for a safe place to hide it. Enter the dog, well at least the dog house for now. The man saw an empty dog house and decided that would be probably the last place police would look for stolen cash. He might've been right, but he'll never really know for sure because the dog took exception to having his living quarters occupied by a bag of money, and he pulled it out. According to the paper, the dog wasn't satisfied by simply removing the bag. He decided to get even with it for moving in on him while he was out, and he tore into the bag and sent money flying everywhere as he ripped the container to bits. That exposed the youth as the thief, and the police came and arrested him."

"The Protestant churches in both East and West Germany will hold simultaneous prayers for peace this fall. According to the newspaper Der Tagesspiegel, the prayers will be read in all Protestant churches in East and West Germany, calling for the preservation of world peace. The prayer services will be held on November 7th, at the beginning of Peace Week which is celebrated in all the Protestant churches and their communities throughout Germany."

"Just ahead of much more music here is Berlin area weather: today we'll have mostly clear skies with a high of 79 degrees Fahrenheit or 26 Celsius. Tonight we'll have partly cloudy skies, there's a chance of thunder showers, and the low should reach 57 degrees Fahrenheit or 14 Celsius. Tomorrow partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated rain showers and a high of 75 degrees Fahrenheit or 24 Celsius. Presently in the city its 79 degrees Fahrenheit 26 Celsius. I'm Army Private Cambria Robinson at AFN Berlin, where on 88 FM you can hear the sounds of the big bands tonight at 9:05 with Mark White."

[leiawritesstories]

I demand something cute after that 👀

Like let's say... Aelin can't stop bringing new animals to their home 😇 and Rowan is like "we already have a pony and a donkey and five dogs and ducks, we don't need more" and then he's like "okay this one is too cute let's keep it" ❤

forcefully shoves Frederick aside awwwww this is adorable 🥰 here have a quick lil drabble :)

word count: 743

warnings: injured animal, innuendo

enjoy!!

It's You!

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Aelin wore a rather large, extremely satisfied smirk when she pulled up into her cabin's driveway that evening, parking her pickup and just sitting there for a moment, grinning. When she got out, she reached into the passenger seat to pick up the cage that was there, careful to keep the dark fabric hood over the top.

Couldn't risk the newest foundling animal waking up and screeching, no she could not.

She came in through the front door, nudging it open with her hip, and was greeted with the delectable scent of hot chili and cornbread and the even more delectable sight of Rowan standing shirtless in the kitchen, his jeans slung low on his hips.

"Well, good evenin' to you, too," she purred, shamelessly ogling him.

He glanced up from the stove, smirking. "See something you like, cowgirl?"

"I see many things I like, city boy," she returned, strolling into the kitchen and leaning her hip against the doorframe.

"Bet you--what is that?"

Her grin expanded. "You mean the newest member of the Galathynius Ranch Hospital?"

"Aelin," he groaned, "how many animals have you found and brought in now?"

"Not nearly enough." She leveled her rancher's gaze at him. "Ro, the amount of injured animals on my property is practically cryin' for me t'help save 'em."

He sighed. "You've saved two ponies, a donkey, some rabbits, a whole family of ducks, a few goats, and do I even need to mention that one time you brought a fox? Or the coyote pups?"

"Lovely of you to catalog my rescued animals," she deadpanned. "Ro, I ain't leavin' a half-trapped critter injured and beggin' for help on the side of the ranch road, no mater if'n it's a coyote or a bunny."

"I know," he conceded, softening a little. "But Aelin--how are you going to handle another animal recuperating at the ranch on top of everything else you have to do?"

"Leave the logistics to me, city boy."

"All right, all right." He stirred the chili pot. "My question still stands, cowgirl--what is it this time?"

A wicked, wicked grin bloomed across Aelin's face. "It's you!"

Rowan blinked. "What?!"

She beamed and whisked the hood off the cage, revealing a juvenile white-tailed hawk with one partially-limp wing curled up inside.

"Fireheart..." Rowan gaped at the hawk, confusion written all across his face. "What?"

She giggled and skillfully opened the cage, lifting the still-sleeping bird out onto her gloved arm. "Well, buzzard, y'know I gave you that nickname because you remind me of a bird with its feathers all ruffled when you get flustered."

"Yeah..."

"This here," she declared, indicating the bird, "is the very kind of buzzard I named you for."

"Fireheart," he groaned, his brows lifting into an unfairly adorable, pleading look. "Why?"

"Ya know I live to tease," she laughed. "Don't worry, Ro, I've just brought this little guy here 'cause he got half-tangled in someone's terribly set raccoon trap and his wing was injured."

"Oh." Rowan's face softened. "Poor little guy. Will he be all right?"

"Of course." Aelin stroked the bird's downy head. "Darrow's one of the best ranch doctors there is. He set the wing already, just told me t'keep the little guy up at the cabin for the night." Gently, she settled the bird back in the cage, replacing the fabric cover.

"Just needs a little extra care, hmm?"

"Exactly." Aelin tugged off her leather gloves and went to the sink to wash up. "He'll be fine, though."

"Good." Rowan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, propping his chin atop her head. "I guess we can keep him."

"You guess," she teased, drying her hands and turning to face him, her eyes sparkling.

"You know I can't resist you," he chuckled. "One thing, though?"

"Yeah?"

His brows furrowed a little. "He'll still be able to fly, right? With his wing damaged and all, will he be able to fly when it heals?"

Aelin just couldn't help herself. "You know what they say about wingspan," she smirked, delighting in this opportunity to shock her dear darling city boy. "It always bounces back!"

"Aelin!" Rowan's whole face went bright red.

She tipped her head back and laughed heartily, the sound filling up the kitchen. "Don't get your feathers all ruffled, buzzard."

"You're a menace," he grumbled, laughing despite himself.

"But you love me," she crooned.

"But I love you."

Dirty jokes and all.

~~~

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[blossom-hwa]

Sooooooo there's not much request for tbz based on what im seeing so far......... May i then humbly request for my bae jacob + fairy au 👉👈 love u lots lina <33 -baker anon

jacob + fairy au.......... I will willingly pass on to the next life sobs

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: Fairy Roommate

Pairing: Jacob x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 786

Warnings: mentions of animal injury (nothing major)

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The first thing anyone needs to know before coming over to your place is that your roommate is a fairy. 

Which is honestly not a huge deal, in and of itself. Fairies aren’t bad roommates most of the time - they can hold their alcohol, they keep things clean, they never lie, and they can smell other’s lies a mile away. All in all, they’re not bad creatures to keep around as an acquaintance or as a friend, if one can get past their propensity for tricks and pranks first. 

And Jacob - he’s a very kind fairy. He hardly plays any pranks and the ones he does like are harmless, like adding a pinch too much of spice to your meal (he always has another serving ready in case it was actually too much to take) or hiding your favorite article of clothing only to give it back a few days later. All in all, you got lucky with your roommate. He even pays the bills on time. 

But there’s a reason you have to warn people your roommate is a fairy - two reasons, to be exact. The first reason: 

The plants. 

Jacob has a green thumb. Most fairies do. You’re not so bad at gardening yourself - before you moved in with Jacob, you had a few potted plants of your own around the house that you took care of regularly. But once Jacob made himself a presence in your life, those plants switched loyalties immediately, and now they only respond to him. 

Because he makes them grow. 

Flowers and greenery now cover almost every available inch of your little apartment, save a few spaces where you put your foot down and said they needed to remain open. Your apartment looks more like a greenhouse at this point - with all the magic and love Jacob keeps pouring into his plants, it’s almost impossible for them not to grow. 

You’ve grown used to it. Better he collect plants than other weird things like strange magazines. At any rate, the clippings make nice gifts for your friends and family whenever a holiday rolls around. It’s just other people are sometimes... caught off guard, to put it lightly, when they see vines curling out the window and up the wall. 

But the second reason. The second reason. 

Animals. 

Jacob really, really likes animals. 

It started with the injured dogs and cats. They weren't so bad - once Jacob nursed them back to health, you could convince him to send them to the local animal shelters, where they’d be able to find the animals better homes. You even kept a cat and a dog yourselves, Mochi and Cobi. 

But there were more. Here are the numbers at your last count:

- six cats

- four dogs

- five squirrels

- a turtle

- ten mice

And, somehow, inexplicably:

- a doe and her fawn. 

When you open the door to that, you have to take a moment to ensure that you aren’t dreaming. Once you’ve made sure that there’s actually two deer in front of you, that you’re not just hallucinating and need to go to the hospital, the exhaustion immediately settles in.

“Jacob.”

He looks up innocently from the couch. “Yes?”

You gesture at the two large animals standing in the middle of your living room. “We can’t keep them here.”

His lips immediately turn down into a pout. “Why?”

“We don't have enough space, Jacob!” You gesture at the small expanse of living room in front of you. “If we didn’t have enough space for more than a dog and a cat, we don’t have space for a doe and her fawn! Speaking of - where are Mochi and Cobi? How did they react to this?”

A sheepish smile begins to spreads across Jacob’s face. “Uh...”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why did you bring them here?”

“She has an injured leg.” Jacob points to a white part of the doe’s foreleg that you hadn’t noticed. Bandages, you realize. “I couldn’t just leave her there when she wasn’t healed fully.”

You sigh. “How did you even bring her back? You know what - don’t answer that, I want to maintain plausible deniability.” Ignoring Jacob’s snort, you finally take off your shoes. “If you can keep Mochi and Cobi in line and ensure that the deer won’t come to harm, you can keep them here -”

Jacob’s eyes light up.

“- only until the mother’s healed up. Then they need to go.” You fix Jacob with a gimlet eye. 

He droops slightly, but nods. “Fine.”

“Good.” You drop your backpack. “Now how do I get around them without spooking them to high heaven?”

[witchwhy]

So I don’t know who is going to really care about this, but I could really use some help.

My baby, my floofy boy, my sweet guy, Shadow (he’s the dog in my profile pic, but I’ll also attach some pics below) had an accident in January where he fell off of a 2nd story deck. He was lucky, all things considered, but his front right paw was seriously injured.

Since the accident, we’ve been trying to keep his movement restricted, and I had been giving him his medicine as instructed.

His limp hasn’t gone away, and he avoids doing things like running, jumping, and playing. He sometimes looks like his “wrist” bends too far back, and looks like he walks flat-footed. The anti-inflammatory he had been taking was giving him ulcers (blood in stool and blood clots in his throw up tipped me off) so I had to take him off of it.

The vets/animal hospital we’ve been dealing with has been awful, writing off my concerns, giving me medicine without informing me of the risks, and not being communicative or even reading my boys chart before doing/assuming things, and I’ve already spent a little over $1k paying for x-rays, visits, meds, etc. I’ve finally gotten him into a university animal hospital with the right specialists, and we are going next week when I’m done with finals. It’s a 2 hour drive away, but I will be staying with family. They said they’d be able to run all the diagnostics the day of the appointment, and, if he needs it, they’ll preform the surgery the next day and keep him over the weekend to monitor.

I’m pretty sure he has been suffering from carpal hyperextension. Today I asked what things would cost, and on the low end, if they only have to do a ligament reconstruction, they said $2500-4000. If they have to do a carpal arthrodesis (where they use plates and screws to fuse the joint together) it would cost between $4500-5500. Those prices include the exam, diagnostics, blood work, anesthesia, and procedure.

Regardless of which procedure he needs, they said the after surgery care would be the same. Bandage changes weekly, done at a vets office, which is about $80 each week for about 8 weeks (~$640 total). Then at 6 or 8 weeks, they want to do another round of x-rays to determine if he’s ready to move on to the next stage of recovery. If he isn’t, then they’ll do even more x-rays at 8 or 12 weeks. Each X-ray is $400.

So, best case, it’s going to range between $3600-5400, and worst case it’s going to be between $5600-7000.

Yeah. I have no idea how I’m going to afford this. I graduate next week and I have my first job out of college starting in August, but I have to relocate 10+ hours away from home, which costs lots of money too, and I won’t get paid until I do start working again.

I’m not here to ask for money though. I have no service I’ll be able to give, really. Best I could offer is a crocheted blanket, hat, or hand warmers. I’ll probably see if I can borrow money from a family member and pay them back later.

What I need is for my voice to not be the only voice out there. Pray for my boy, and ask that Hecate speed his healing and ease his pain. Do a money spell for me, so I may find a way to make ends meet. Do a luck spell so that my boy is lucky enough to not need anything too invasive.

Please. Pray to whoever helps you, or whoever you think may help me. Work your magic with me in mind. Even sending good vibes my way helps, cuz I’ve been feeling like such a sucky dog mom lately.

Now, dog tax.

I’ve also included a picture of his paws after his fall. Pretty dramatic difference.

If you’ve made it this far in my post, thank you for your time. Blessed be.

[leneemusing]

extensive polyamory prompts

thought i’d make a little thing full of ideas and prompts for polyamory ships. feel free to personalize as needed, tag third party muns that might be involved in the ships etc. 

PROMPT/ACTION LIST

1. for the muses involved to go on a date together. 2. for the muses involved to surprise another ( with a present, night out, night in, dinner etc).  3. for the muses involved to form a cuddle pile.  4. for the muses involved to show up at the hospital because one of them is injured. 5. for the muses involved to show up at one of their work places to cheer them up.  6. for the muses involved to invite another to stay the night with them.  7. for the muses involved to comfort one of them.  8. for the muses involved to adopt/have a child together. 9. for two muses to discuss a potential third they’re interested in. 10. for two muses to discuss someone they’re involved with.  11. for one muse to approach another about noticing their attraction to a third party.  12. for one muse to cook for the others.  13. for all muses to cook together.  14. for several muses to cook while one sits on the counter watching & stealing food. 15. for the muses involved to make holiday plans. 16. for the muses involved to throw a holiday party. 17. for several of the muses to drag a reluctant member to a party.  18. for the muses involved to plan a group costume for halloween 19. for the muses involved to take a trip together.  20. for the muses involved to take care of one or more who is sick. 

WORDS: 

“  i’m glad you like them too. cause i think i really like them.  ” “  what do you think of them?  ” “  i think they really like you.  ” “  they’re too shy to ask, but they want to kiss you.  ” “  stay with us.  ” “  you can join us if you want.  ” “  you don’t have to come with us if you don’t want to, but we’d really like to have you there.  ” “  i can tell you have a crush on them.  ” “  just try talking to them.  ” “  you’ll always be safe with us.  ” “  we’re here if you ever need anything.  ” “  tell us what’s wrong.  ” “  can you guys just hold me for a while?  ” “  is it okay if i stay?  ” “  you’re not intruding. you’re part of the family.  ” “  you’re one of us now. we’ll always be here for you.  ” “  i’ve never felt so loved before.  ” “  we have to trust each other if we want this to work.  ” “  i trust you guys. more than i’ve ever trusted anyone before. ” “  you make me feel safe.  ”     “  if you’re gonna be in the kitchen you better help. or at least give me a kiss.  ” “  there’s room on the couch, get over here.  ” “  counters are for food, not butts. get down.  ” “  someone around here has to actually do the chores.  ” “  who used the last of the hot water?  ” “  we know you’ve been having a hard week, we just thought we’d do something to cheer you up.  ” “  we’re here to sneak you away from the small talk.  ” “  i’m fine, y’all don’t have to fuss over me.  ” “  you really did all this for me?  ” “  i really love you all. i hope you know that.  ” “  we love you. always.  ” “  how did the date go? tell me/us everything.  ” “  okay but if they break your heart we’ll break their limbs.  ” “  they’re my family. we’re a package deal.  ” “  so many people in this house and not a clean dish to be found.  ” “  who used the last of the toothpaste?  ” “  are you okay?  ” “  we came as soon as we heard.  ” “  you don’t have to be alone. we’re here now.  ” “  i’m just not used to having people like this.  ” “  i love you guys but if you don’t move i’m gonna start kicking.  ” “  these cuddles are nice but i’m sweating like a dog.  ” “  just because i’m warm doesn’t mean you can all put your ice cube feet on me.  ” “  i just want to watch you guys.  ” “  you’ve been quiet all day. what’s up?  ”

NSFW: 

★ for several muses to shower together ✦ for one muse to watch the others ✧ for everyone to focus on one member  ✭ for muses to invite someone to sleep with them for the first time ✹ for muses to all give each other oral ❃ for muses to wake another up with kisses and groping ❅ for muses to engage in bondage (one being tied up, several tied up while one is in charge, etc. feel free to specify) ♦ for some lazy morning sex together ♤ for spontaneous sex  ฿ for two or more muses to make a recording to send to one of them who is away ♝ for several muses to try and distract another  ☁ for a muse to surprise the other by getting dressed up in lingerie/setting a mood ☾ for several muses to surprise another who comes home to them ready for a night in bed  ♡ for the receiver to make up their own scenario

[besanii]

For the anon thing, I started following Shattered Mirrors before I even had a Tumblr. I just kept the masterpost open and refreshed on a daily basis. I still keep it open in one of my tabs and check it periodically to make sure I didn't miss anything accidentally. I love pretty much all of your writing, but Shattered Mirrors has a special place in my heart.

Hi nonny! Thank you for your kind words :)))  Have some more SM!!

Shattered Mirrors 70

[directly precedes #26]

In the end, it is Nie Mingjue who lands the killing blow, taking off Wen Ruohan’s head with a swing of his mighty sabre. Lan Wangji watches it happen from only metres away, fending off the Qishan soldiers charging their way up the grand staircase towards the Nightless City stronghold and their king. He doesn’t register it at first, not until he looks down to see the head of Qishan’s monarch at his feet, dark eyes staring lifelessly up at him, mouth still twisted in a snarl.

It is strange, he thinks numbly as weapons clatter to the ground around him, that the once-fearsome ruler of Qishan who had been the cause of decades of grief for Gusu and its allies is now reduced to little more than a bloodied corpse separated from its head.

“You alright, Er-dianxia?” Nie Mingjue asks gruffly, shaking off the worst of the blood from his blade with a flick of his wrist before wiping it on the corpse of a Qishan soldier. “Not much to look at, is he? Still, I’d say it’s an improvement.”

“Wangji congratulates Qinghe-wang on his victory,” Lan Wangji says, bowing to Nie Mingjue as he approaches. “Wangji has heard many stories of Qinghe-wang’s prowess in battle. It is an honour to be able to witness it in person.”

Nie Mingjue waves him off with a snort. “Gusu-er-dianxia is too generous with his words. It is I who must thank Gusu for the chance to take this dog’s head from his body.”

With Wen Ruohan and both his sons dead, the Sunshot War is officially declared over, and all fighting ceases on the front lines as soon as the news spreads. The majority of the surviving troops gradually begin the journey home, but some remain behind, tasked with overseeing the dismantling of war camps, processing prisoners of war, as well as rebuilding the villages and towns affected by the fighting.

Lan Wangji is immediately recalled to Gusu on Lan Xichen’s orders. Despite his desire to help, he knows he cannot defy Imperial orders again, so he has Lan Guoyan stay behind in his place, packs his bags and sets off for the capital. Everywhere they pass on their way back to Caiyi bears the marks of war—villages burnt, orphans and widows on the streets, injured soldiers in makeshift hospitals, once-fruitful and lush fields scorched and blackened beyond recognition. It will take many years of careful management to set things right again; in the meantime, the best they can do is to clean up wherever they can and provide the support and supplies their people desperately need.

He rides for the palace as soon as they enter the city.

Ordinarily, customs dictate that returning officials and soldiers must bathe and make themselves presentable before appearing before the Emperor as a sign of respect, but Lan Wangji knows it will make no difference now whether he carries the dust and grime of the road on him or not. He dismounts hastily at the gates to the Imperial Palace, where Eunuch Yang is already waiting.

“This servant greets Er-dianxia,” he says with a low bow. Lan Wangji nods.

“Yang-zongguan.” He hands off the reins of his horse to one of the soldiers who had followed him here. “I am here to see my brother.”

“Yes, Er-dianxia,” Eunuch Yang says, holding out an arm in the direction of the main hall. “Taizi-dianxia has tasked this servant with bringing Er-dianxia to the Great Hall immediately upon his arrival.”

The Great Hall.

Lan Wangji takes a deep, calming breath.

“Then I must trouble Yang-zongguan,” he says with a curt nod.

It is almost midday by now, which means the court’s morning session should have ended a while ago—but when they arrive at the Great Hall and Lan Wangji’s presence is announced, the entire court turns their heads to look at him. Lan Xichen stands below the throne, one arm tucked behind his back and a calm, neutral expression on his face as Lan Wangji strides down the aisle dividing the civil officials from the military. Not a sound escapes their lips, but he feels their eyes on him, their censure and disapproval burning into the dirt-stained cape trailing behind him.

He sinks to his knees before the dais, and touches his forehead and hands to the floor.

“Greetings Taizi-dianxia,” he says, voice loud and clear in the hall despite the words being directed to the floor. “I ask forgiveness for not having time to make myself presentable to Taizi-dianxia before coming here today.”

Lan Xichen inclines his head in acknowledgment, but his expression does not soften.

“Huangdi is welcome back to court,” he says. “You are to be commended for your part in the war, and in the execution of the tyrant Wen Ruohan. For this, Huangshang has bestowed upon you the title Hanguang-wang. You are granted Hanguang Manor as your permanent residence, effective immediately.”

Lan Wangji exhales. The message is clear—as a prince who has come of age, Lan Wangji is no longer permitted to live within the Imperial Palace; instead, he is granted a title and a residence in the city, and is only permitted to visit the palace on official business, or when summoned. His brother, as the Crown Prince, had moved out of the Inner Palace and into the Eastern Palace when he too had come of age. Lan Wangji keeps his head lowered to the ground.

“Er-chen thanks Huangshang for his generosity,” he says. After a pause, he continues. “There is one further issue for which I must ask Huangshang and Taizi-dianxia for their forgiveness.”

A tense, pregnant pause follows. This, Lan Wangji knows, is the real reason why the court has been kept back long after the morning session has ended, the reason why he has not been permitted to rise to his feet.

“What offence has been committed that Hanguang-wang must ask for forgiveness?” Lan Xichen asks, keeping his voice carefully devoid of any tell-tale inflection.

“Replying to Taizi-dianxia,” Lan Wangji says. “While stationed at the camp in Jiangling, a messenger arrived from Yunmeng seeking aid. Even knowing there were many things suspect about both message and messenger, I abandoned my post to travel to Yunmeng without first seeking permission.”

Murmurs break out amongst the officials at his declaration. As a soldier, abandoning your post during war is an act of desertion, punishable by death. For Lan Wangji to have committed such an offence, as the commander of the Jiangling front and a member of the Imperial Family, even if he escapes execution, punishment is inevitable. All eyes shift towards Lan Xichen, still as a statue above them, looking down impassively on his younger brother prostrate before him.

“That is indeed a grave offence,” he says. “An offence punishable by death. Do you acknowledge this?”

“Yes, Taizi-dianxia.” He ignores the collective intake of breath around him. “I accept whatever punishment Huangshang and Taizi-dianxia see fit.”

“Taizi-dianxia!” A voice rings out in the hall and there’s a flurry of activity as the ranks of the military officials part to allow one of their own to kneel behind Lan Wangji in the aisle. “Hanguang-wang has indeed committed a grave offence, but this lowly official dares beg Taizi-dianxia to take into account the many great deeds Hanguang-wang has accomplished in the war against Qishan, and spare him from execution!”

And then, as though his words had broken a dam, the officials in the hall—both civil and military alike—fall to their knees and prostrate themselves before Lan Xichen.

“We beg Taizi-dianxia show mercy!”

Lan Wangji raises his head enough to meet Lan Xichen’s eyes briefly, before lowering his gaze again. “Taizi-dianxia, wrongdoings must be punished. If the Son of Heaven breaks the law, he is just as guilty as the common folk. What example would I set the people of Gusu if I shirk the consequences of my actions?”

Through all of this, Lan Xichen remains quietly listening and observing each of them in turn. He holds up a hand for silence; a hush falls over the court as they await his ruling.

“You have all made valid points,” he says, nodding his head slowly as he considers their arguments. His face gives nothing away. “Such a grave offence cannot be overlooked, of course, and due punishment must be dealt. However—” He raises his voice when it looks like the officials may protest, “—what Lin-jiangjun says is not without merit. Without Hanguang-wang’s efforts, victory against Qishan would not have been possible. With this in mind, Hanguang-wang shall be sentenced to thirty-three strikes with the disciplinary whip.”

Lan Wangji sinks to the floor, an odd calm falling over him. A public whipping is one of the lighter punishments for the crime of desertion, but a harsh one nonetheless. No one watching would think he had gotten off lightly because of his status as an Imperial Prince, especially not when it must be endured publicly. He thinks of the message still tucked away inside his robes, of the length of red ribbon resting over his heart, of the massacre left behind in Lotus Pier, and knows in his heart that he would do it all again.

“Wangji gives thanks to Huangshang and Taizi-dianxia for their benevolence.”

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Notes:

Huangdi (皇弟) - Imperial Younger Brother, opposite of Huangxiong (皇兄)

Er-chen (儿臣) - Son and Subject, used by princes to refer to themselves when talking to the Emperor - in this case, LWJ is thanking his father in absentia (because LXC is representing the Emperor as Regent, thus his decisions are considered on behalf of the Emperor).

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[lets-just-daydream]

Masterlist - July 2020

DOOMFIST X READER

S/O who is the Talon commissar

Doomfist with touch-sensitive reader (NSFW)

Domestic HCs

GENJI X READER

Seeing S/O remove fake lashes for the first time ever

S/O has their glass heart in a lockbox

Comforting S/O whose family member is in hospital

S/O who is presumed dead is found alive

“Be you, no one else can.”

S/O with sensitive skin

Reactions to an S/O with SPD and ASD

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Genji is moving things a little too fast

Genji cheats on you and Hanzo saves the day

“Do you like it when I touch you like that?” and “You have no idea what you do to me”

S/O is a meme

“Open up” and “Good girl” (NSFW)

“Are you okay?” and “About the baby… it’s yours”

“No strings attached” NSFW

“I haven’t slept in four days” with nurse!S/O

Young!Genji in an arranged marriage with his best friend

Comforting S/O who’s insecure about weight and height HCs

Reactions to tiny reader in huge armour

Genji cheats on reader, Hanzo saves the day

Reader loves touching Genji HCs

Sick reader comes to a meeting

Genji and male reader’s first time (NSFW)

Genji’s reaction to S/O being afraid of the dark

Reader is Moira’s daughter and runs away after the Venice incident then reunites with Genji and McCree

Genji comforts sexually abused reader

Child comes out of the closet

Genji smut (NSFW)

HANZO X READER

Reader has a son who Hanzo adopts and they develop dragons

Seeing S/O remove fake lashes for the first time ever

“Are you hitting on me?”

S/O has their glass heart in a lockbox

With an S/O who has wings

Undercover kissing Avengers style

Hanzo’s dad sabotages your relationship

Hanzo confessing his love for chubby reader

Reader spends all day teasing Hanzo

Hanzo proposes to pregnant long time love

S/O who is presumed dead is found alive

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic”

"You can't banish me! This is my bed too!" and "How is my wife more badass than me?"

Quiet S/O has to body slam a jerk

S/O with sensitive skin

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Reader is Moira’s prized experiment

A birthday surprise for Hanzo

Hanzo asks S/O to sing to him

Break-in

Genji cheats on you and Hanzo saves the day

Reader is afraid of Vampire!Hanzo

Reader is “initiated” into Okami!Hanzo’s pack

Learning languages

“I lost the baby”

“I hate you” and “Why do you hate me?”

“You’d be a great mother”

“If you’re bored; wanna have sex?” and “What did you just say?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Comforting S/O who’s insecure about weight and height HCs

Young!Hanzo tries to win reader’s heart at a Dragon Festival

Reader walks into work with bruises on face and neck

Reader doesn’t take injury seriously

Powers like Polaris

Hanzo has a crush on McCree’s little sister

Genji cheats on reader, Hanzo saves the day

Quiet, insecure reader

Playing with Hanzo’s hair

College AU

Hanzo the ice-cream man

Hanzo spots your tattoo

McHanzo’s pregnant S/O

Skin Clouds (Soulmate Tattoo AU)

Reader cries because she finally belongs

Reader is obsessed with Hanzo’s tattoo

Blind fem!reader

Reader is accused of something they didn’t do

Child comes out of the closet

Scion Hanzo likes waitress reader

Reader breaks up with cheating Hanzo

Waking up next to Hanzo for the first time

Hanzo shows off for reader

“Babe”

JUNKRAT X READER

Reactions to S/O expecting a baby

Developing a crush on reader

Break-in

Kissing HCs

What it’s like being in a relationship

Trying to seduce crush

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Reader comforts crying Junkrat

Jealousy HCs

Junkrat falls in love with lesbian reader

Secretly strong fem!reader

Reader breaks up with cheating Junkrat

Self conscious chubby S/O HCs

Junkrat goes down on virgin fem!reader (NSFW)

LUCIO X READER

Injured S/O drabble

Reactions to S/O expecting a baby

Lucio comforts suicidal S/O

Reactions to tiny reader in huge armour

Quiet, insecure S/O

Playing with Lucio’s hair

When reader is made fun of, protective Lucio strikes

Reader learns to skate in Lucio’s skates

Reader changes her appearance and surprises Lucio

McCree walks in on reader and Lucio (NSFW)

MCCREE X READER

“Stop being so cute”

S/O brings a cute lunch and everyone is shook

Undercover kissing Avengers style

Reader and McCree reunite years after the fall

Comforting S/O whose family member is in hospital

S/O who is presumed dead is found alive

“I lost our baby”

“The ladies love a man who’s good with kids”

Quiet S/O has to body slam a jerk

Reactions to an S/O with SPD and ASD

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Reactions to S/O expecting a baby

Reader has huge wings

McCree gets blackmailed by Talon agent

Developing a crush on reader

Cuddle HCs

McCree saves abused reader

Injured S/O

Break-in

Anaemic reader

Kissing HCs

What it’s like being in a relationship

“I lost the baby”

McCree with a loud S/O sequel

McCree with a S/O who has violin hips

Trying to seduce crush

Reader and their S/O are caught sneaking around by McCree

“Can I touch you?”

Comforting S/O who’s insecure about height and weight HCs

McCree with touch-sensitive reader (NSFW)

McCree and reader are happy until a spy brainwashes him

Reader comforts crying McCree

McCree and D.Va swap bodies and reader confesses her love to the wrong person

Reactions to tiny reader in huge armour

Reader walks into work with bruises on face and neck

Jealousy HCs

Quiet, insecure reader

McCree likes lesbian reader

Playing with McCree’s hair

McHanzo’s pregnant S/O

Loud S/O comforted by McCree

Reader is Moira’s daughter and runs away after the Venice incident then reunites with McCree

Reader is Moira’s daughter and runs away ... part two

McCree comforts sexually abused reader

McCree walks in on reader and Lúcio (NSFW)

McCree helps bigger reader with anxiety and self-confidence

Reader is accused of something they didn’t do

Child comes out of the closet

Reader dies in McCree’s arms

Reader breaks up with cheating McCree

McCree comforts S/O going through phantom pain

Reader has a crush on McCree and he slept with someone else

Young reader with joint pain

Waking up next to McCree for the first time

McCree finds S/O after she showers (NSFW)

McCree cares for sick reader

REAPER X READER

Gabriel meets mermaid!reader

S/O has their glass heart in a lockbox

S/O brings a cute lunch and everyone is shook

Undercover kissing Avengers style

Busty S/O drabble

Reaper saves Reader from Talon fire

Injured S/O drabble

Comforting S/O whose family member is in hospital

Celebrating Prefall!Reaper’s birthday

Reader is turned into Reaper

S/O who is the Talon commissar

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

S/O calls Reaper “boo”

Anaemic reader

Reader is basically a storage unit

“It’s lonely here without you”

“It’s lonely here without you” part two

Quiet, insecure reader

Waking up next to Gabe and he spots your tattoo

Convincing Reaper to leave Talon

Short fic of Gabe doesn’t love reader anymore

Reaper comforts sexually abused reader

HCs of Gabe doesn’t love reader anymore

Reader is accused of something they didn’t do

Reaper76 vampire AU

Reader has a crush on McCree and he slept with someone else

Gabe helps exhausted S/O

Gabe helps reader with body hate

Fluffy pre-fall Gabe

Reader has a self-harm relapse

Gabe doesn’t have time for games

REINHARDT X READER

Cuddle HCs

Reader walks into work with bruises on face and neck

Reader steps up to help Reinhardt with a flashback

Reinhardt helps reader catch her dog

ROADHOG X READER

Developing a crush on reader

Kissing HCs

What it’s like being in a relationship

Trying to seduce crush

Reader comforts crying Roadhog

Jealousy HCs

Waking up next to Roadhog and he spots your tattoo

Roadhog finds S/O after she showers (NSFW)

SOLDIER 76 X READER

Reader is turned into Reaper

Reader is Moira’s prized experiment

S/O switches coffee to decaf

Reader accepts her fate with Slasher76

Reader is basically a storage unit

Sick reader goes to meeting

Child comes out of the closet

Reader dies in Soldier 76′s arms

Pre-fall Soldier 76 helps reader catch her dog

Reaper76 vampire AU

Soldier 76 deals with annoying clients

Soldier 76 helps reader with body hate

Reader has self-harm relapse

ANA X READER

S/O builds Ana a mechanical bodyguard

“Mommy, could you please pass the salt?”

Fluff and kisses

BRIGITTE X READER

Argument before Brigitte leaves for mission

Injured S/O

Domestic HCs

“Shut up  and kiss me” and “Is that my shirt?”

Fluff and kisses

D.VA X READER

Reader would like to sponsor her work

Reactions to an S/O with SPD and ASD

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Noticing self-harm scars

S/O shapeshifts into D.Va

D.Va doesn’t feel the same way

S/O is a meme

D.Va with a S/O who is getting famous

D.Va introduces reader to Korean food

Reader loves touching D.Va

Fluff and kisses

D.Va cheats on reader

MEI X READER

Fluff and kisses

MERCY X READER

Helping reader quit vaping

“Welcome to fatherhood”

Reader would like to sponsor her work

S/O with sensitive skin

Sleepy and cuddly drabbles

S/O builds Mercy a mechanical bodyguard

Reader is turned into Reaper

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Noticing self-harm scars

Reader has huge wings

“Are you high…?”

“Mommy, could you please pass the salt?”

S/O switches coffee to decaf

Reader is basically a storage unit

Mercy with tied up reader

Reader loves touching Mercy

Sick reader comes to meeting

Mercy finds out she’s pregnant HCs

Fluff and kisses

Mercy cheats on reader

Mercy wakes up next to reader for the first time

Reader finds vampire Mercy drinking blood from a donor bag

MOIRA X READER

S/O brings a cute lunch and everyone is shook

S/O builds Moira a mechanical bodyguard

Learning S/O can shapeshift

Moira thinks rabbit!reader is self-aware

Moira reacts to crush almost dying

Reader is Moira’s daughter and runs away after the Venice incident then reunites with McCree

Reader is Moira’s daughter ... part two

Moira finds out she’s pregnant HCs

Fluff and kisses

S/O gets overwhelmed and cries

PHARAH X READER

Tracer sets you up on a date

Sleepy and cuddly drabbles

“Mommy, could you please pass the salt?”

Male S/O meets Pharah’s parents

Pharah and S/O fight before S/O faces death

Fluff and kisses

SOMBRA X READER

S/O can teleport

Clingy Sombra is jealous of S/O’s ex

Reader would like to sponsor her work

Sleepy and cuddly drabbles

S/O who is the Talon commissar

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Noticing self-harm scars

Reader has huge wings

S/O switches coffee to decaf

S/O shapeshifts into Sombra

S/O is a meme

Learning S/O can shapeshift

Moira thinks rabbit!reader is self-aware. Sombra thinks Moira is crazy

Sombra reacts to crush almost dying

Sombra and roommate finally kiss

Pregnancy HCs

Fluff and kisses

S/O gets overwhelmed and cries

SYMMETRA X READER

Fluff and kisses

TRACER X READER

Seeing S/O remove fake lashes for the first time ever

S/O can teleport

Reaction to S/O who feels worthless

Fluff and kisses

WIDOWMAKER X READER

S/O can teleport

Reader is Moira’s prized experiment

“Mommy, could you please pass the salt?”

Assassin reader defending Widowmaker

Learning S/O can shapeshift

Widowmaker shibari

Widowmaker reacts to crush almost dying

Widowmaker is bad at flirting

Widowmaker almost leaves reader for dead

Forest nymph/dryad reader discovers injured Widowmaker

Widowmaker finds out she’s pregnant

Fluff and kisses

S/O gets overwhelmed and cries

ZARYA X READER

Injured S/O

Domestic HCs

Zarya doesn’t know you can speak Russian

“Fuck me”

Fluff and kisses

Zarya cheats on reader

Zarya and fem!reader on first date

Reader is panicked and Zarya helps

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Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter 3

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Bruce sat at the head of the long oak dining table and waited for his children to make their way into the room for dinner. They came in as a staggered group; Jason arguing about some novel with Dick while Tim and Damian brought up the back as they discussed their patrol routes for the night. After Alfred and Damian helped serve the food, Bruce cleared his throat pointedly and waited for everyone to pay attention. 

Once everyone had looked up from their discussions he spoke. “Alfred has a friend named Gina; and she had called this evening to see if her granddaughter could stay with us. She lives in Paris; but her classmates were bullying her and her parents thought a change of scenery would do her some good. I have agreed to let her stay with us in the Manor.” Even before he had finished speaking the table erupted with different questions from his children.

“Bruce are you sure this is wise?” Tim questioned over Dick’s ecstatic squealing (“I’ve always wanted a little sister!!!”), and Jason’s grumbling (“Shut the fuck up Dickhead. I don’t know why the fuck B is bringing someone into this house to live with this dysfunctional family.”). Ignoring his siblings; he pressed on “I mean, how are we going to hide Batman and the vigilante stuff from her?” As Bruce paused to answer Damian stood up and scowled. “Tt. This is a moronic decision. Inform me of when this girl is to arrive and inform  her to stay out of my way.” He lifted his chin and crossed his arms before marching out of the room.

After Damian’s outburst, Jason looked over from where he was arguing with Dick and added his input “Timbo’s right, B. How are we going to hide that from her?” 

“We’ll have to make sure at least two of you remain in the manor each night so that she doesn’t get too suspicious.” He answered. “Now, the only reason I agreed to letting her stay here was namely for Alfred, and also because of what her classmates did to her” 

“What do you mean, Bruce?” Dick questioned. “Did they like assault her or something?”

“Or something” He responded grimly before sending the photo to all three of them. 

As they looked at the photo, he observed their reactions to the image. Dick was not smiling for once, and his sunny blue eyes had darkened to an icy frost. His whole body was tense; and his jaw was so clenched his teeth were grinding together. Jason was standing up with two guns locked and loaded in his hands. He had also managed to procure a knife from somewhere, which appeared as he leant forward and asked “What were the names of the people who did this again?” in a completely lethal tone. Tim, already hacking away at his computer responded “Not there yet, but from what I can find out, she goes to College Francois DuPont and she’s fifteen.” He briefly looked up and made eye contact with Bruce before asking “How fast do you think we can get our lawyers onto those kids B?” At the declarations of his children, Bruce closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “We can not file any lawsuits yet, not without Marinette’s permission.” He answered, sighing tiredly. “Marinette?” Dick questioned. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Tim responded instantly. “That’s her name.” 

“She will be coming on Monday, and Alfred will be picking her up from the airport. She is also going to attend GA, so someone please tell Damian.” Bruce said as he stood from the table. “Now hurry up, we have patrol tonight, and there have been rumors about a drug ring near Crime Alley.”

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After coming back from the hospital and having a sleepover Thursday night, Chloé and Adrien were completely sleep-deprived as they trudged into school the next morning. Settling into her usual seat beside Sabrina, Chloé silently thanked all the Kwami that she didn’t have to sit next to Lila. Halfway though class, Mrs. Bustier suddenly frowned and looked at the back row. “Does anyone know where Marinette is? She still hasn’t arrived yet!”

“Probably still sleeping at home! She’ll come in completely late as usual!” Alya cackled. At her words, Chloé felt her entire body heat up with righteous indignity. She opened her mouth to tell that wannabe tabloid reporter to get her facts straight, but then Adrien caught her eye and shook his head. He then pointed at his phone, and mimed unlocking it before pointing to her. Catching the hint, she checked her messages to see that Marinette had sent them a text.

FashionableBug: Mari said to tell Chloé and Adrien not to do anything to Lila or anyone else that starts making stuff up. (From Luka btw)

You’reUnderAgreste: Me-ouch, My Lady. I would never!

QueenofMean: shut it with the puns, Noir. Maribug, I will only listen to you because you’re injured and I’m not going to go against your wishes.

Putting her phone away, Chloé resigned herself to a miserable school day. 

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After school, she walked into Marinette’s room and flopped dramatically onto the chaise, before letting out a long groan.

“That bad?” Mari chuckled as she scribbled sketched one-handedly in her design notebook. 

“You have no idea.” Chloé responded. 

Their conversation continued into mundane things, such as everyone’s patrol routes, and various theories on who Hawkmoth was. Totally normal topics for teenagers. As the day drew to a close, they made plans for everyone to come over to start packing the next day before Chloé left the bakery and headed home.

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Come Saturday, Marinette, Chloé and Luka spent the morning playing board games one handed “to level the playing field” as Luka put it and eating lots of cookies and pastries-provided by Marinette’s parents of course. Adrien and Kagami were attending their various classes until afternoon, so the remaining three spent their time relaxing, and coming up with a list of things to pack for Mari’s stay in Gotham. Two o’ clock rolled around, and the bells over the bakery jingled to announce the arrival of the final members of the packing committee.  

Any plans to begin their assignment of somehow fitting all Marinette’s fabrics into the suitcase were cut short by an Akuma. 

They all transformed, even though Kagami and Luka has been  extremely reluctant to let Mari go even though the suit temporarily healed her injuries. Climbing through her roof hatch, they set out across the rooftops to defeat their latest villain.

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Five hours later, the teen heroes dropped into her room, and detransformed in various flashes of multicolored lights. They collapsed onto the bed and chairs and silently agreed to just  sleep , and get the packing done the next day.

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All of Sunday was spent throwing various clothes and accessories into Mari’s pink and black suitcase. There were several sweaters and hoodies (added by Chloé), as well as several leggings and many thick pajama pants (Sabine).

Adrien (with the help of Tom) had somehow managed to pack over ten different pun-covered t-shirts, and by the time they were discovered, they had been buried under piles upon piles of fluffy socks from Kagami. Luka also threw in some scarves before Marinette added some toiletries, her sewing kit, and her computer.

Picking up the backpack she had decided to use as a carry-on, Marinette rifled through it to make sure she had everything in there as well.

Spare change of clothes in case she loses her suitcase? Check. Phone, headphones, and charger? Check. Sketchbook and pencils? Check. Disguised Miracle Box? Check.

She turned to her family (Not her teammates, not her friends, but her family.) and smiled. It was small, and bittersweet, but it was a smile. “Alright guys, I guess I’m all set.” She said, before joining them all in a group hug. They offered her soft, tearful smiles before Tom carried her big suitcase down the stairs. 

That night, Marinette fell asleep surrounded by all the people she loved, and she couldn’t have been happier.

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The next day, her Papa carried her downstairs and placed her into her wheelchair (since she had a broken foot, and couldn’t use her leg, they had given her a wheelchair) before wheeling her outside and placing her into the car waiting by the street. 

Her friends were all inside, and she gripped Adrien’s hand tightly as they drove to the airport. 

As she stood to board the plane, she turned back to catch one last glimpse of them all. Chloé was leaning into Kagami’s side who was holding her girlfriend’s hand tightly. Adrien was waving wildly, and Luka and her parents all raised one hand in farewell. Her Maman and Papa has some red rimming their eyes, but they smiled at her as she was wheeled into the plane. Next stop: Gotham, New Jersey.

Since her flight left Paris at 10 AM, she was set to arrive in Gotham at around 12 PM/noon. With that in mind, she decided to stay awake for the entire flight so that her body could adjust better. 

As they crossed the Atlantic, Marinette, sitting in first class thanks to Chloé and Adrien’s combined nagging; popped her earbuds in, and began to sketch. 

She stared out the window as she touched down, shocked by all the dog and darkness in the city. As she collected her bags, and wheeled her way outside to look for her host family, she couldn’t help but notice how everyone in this city was much more on edge than most normal people. ‘They act as though they are expecting an attack at any second of the day.’ She mused to herself. Her train of thought was cut off by the sight of an elderly man with a powerful aura standing next to a limo with a sign saying “Marinette Dupain-Cheng”. She wheeled her way over to him and smiled brightly. “Salut! My name is Marinette! What is yours, Monsieur!” She questioned, holding out her hand for a handshake.

“It’s lovely to meet you Miss Marinette, my name is Alfred Pennyworth.” Alfred responded, smiling gently down at her. “Now let’s get you and your bags in the car, shall we?” He reaches out to shake her hand, and the moment their fingers touched her vision was filled with dark blue and red. She laughed and smiled up at him. “It is an honor to meet you, noble Peacock.” She greeted him in the Guardian language, honoring his position as a True Holder. “And it is an honor to meet you as well, Ladybug.” He answered. She grinned and allowed him to help her into the back of the limo before he climbed into the driver's seat and they sped off to Wayne Manor. 

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When he saw the young girl, Alfred was shocked to say the least. She was roughly 5’ 4” (162.5 cm), and was very petite. Her stature, combined with her wheelchair, wrist brace, and the cast on her leg, all strengthened his resolve to protect the young girl from any further harm. That was only intensified when their auras recognized each other. How could anyone place the responsibility of upholding balance on such a young child? 

As he drove to the Manor, she informed him that the Cat, Bee, Dragon and Snake were active on her team. Before he could ask her what the threat they were battling was, they had arrived at the Manor, and she had immediately tensed and gone silent.

Deciding that it was better to ask more questions later, he got out of the car to retrieve her bags and chair. Master Bruce and three of his children except for Master Damian were waiting in front of the doors to the Manor, and they all waited patiently for her as she exited the car. 

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Marinette was nervous. Sure, taking to Monsieur Alfred was really fun, and she couldn’t wait to tell him more about Paris, but now she was meeting her actual host family! What if they didn’t like her? What if they decided to send her back?! Then what would she do?? A small cough interrupted her downward spiral, and she looked up from her lap to see Monsieur Alfred waiting in front of the open door with her wheelchair. Grabbing her backpack, she awkwardly maneuvered herself into the chair and allowed herself to be wheeled out in front so she could meet Monsieur Bruce Wayne.

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Note: Alfred doesn’t know that Marinette is the Guardian. He just knows she’s a Ladybug holder.