#being called my brother’s brother makes me so happy

[colossrat]

Marvel is old. Like, not just bcs he is a entity of zillions of years old Billy was born and imprisoned for several years in a relatively conservative time full of prejudices.

When the time bubble pops and the League finds out about it, they expect Captain Marvel to be some kind of very close-minded, militaristic guy who will find the new generation full of sins (They don't know that in Fawcett there is so much magic, different species and queer entities that it is impossible to really be a socially backward place. They also don't know that the captain is a guy who doesn't like the police very much and his favorite sport is beating up nazis)

And well, finding out that the guy you thought would give you headaches in the modern age is actually super happy about it is kind of shocking Batman already had several slides ready to give the captain a lecture about respect

Marvel: Oh my gods, I found some pamphlets about these pride parades. Mr Batman, can I take this weekend off? I would love to go with my brother there!

Batman: Your... brother?

Marvel: Yes! Well, my whole family. We were part of some protests for the queer community in my time, but we were not part of any since the bubble. He liked the idea, but he's too shy to go alone, so me, my brothers and sisters wanna go with him to support him!

Batman: ... Of course, I will arrange for someone to take over your monitor duties

And next week there are several news about how the new-old heroes appeared on pride parade.

They help with things like free water and snacks distribution, first aid for minor injuries, they ensure that no homophobes try to start a fight, they don't let it turn into a mess and in general they also participate. They are practically all painted in colorful colors, their capes are personalized, some of them are dancing, others are further away taking care of the environment. Marvel does some magic tricks, makes rainbows appear in the sky and all that And they absolutely shower the green-suited superhero, aka they bro, with support and love. Vicki Vale and Cat Grant are dying to know why

And things like this just keep happening. Is there a protest in Asia about feminism? The Shazam family will be there, Mary and Darla protesting while their brothers stand around staring at anyone who wants to intervene. Community centers for homeless charities? captain will appear to call the public, ask for support and do some tricks to please the rich Donations to hospitals? They are all out there distributing news, asking anyone who can help, to help. A movement for teacher salary justice in Brazil? They are already there to help Or are movements taking place to preserve Brazilian flora? because of the criminal fires happening in the Amazon? They are there again, using their magic to heal what was hurt, put out what burned and protest, demanding more attention from the government. Do they want to take away land from indigenous tribes? They're going to have to go over the captain first. News broke about high levels of trash in the ocean. But Aquaman barely has time to deal with it himself, he sees his co-worker there with his family gathering pieces of trash and separating them for their own disposal, using spells to separate chemicals and water pollution. Is Gotham suffering from polluted air? The captain will gather a bunch of clouds and sprinkle them with some magic, and his raindrops will gradually purify the air for the people Is a police officer being cleared after attacking a teenager? no no no, marvel will be in front of the police station in the morning along with a bunch of civilians wanting justice Does a police car, or any car in general, have a sticker that supports some kind of tyrannical movement? apology for the Nazis? to an oppressive government? a prejudiced joke? Oh man, you better be ready for dawn with every part of this car missing, probably being sold illegally and having the proceeds sent to charity The fact that the captain calls the police bastard pigs was a shock, some got defensive and such, others thought it was great. It was a slight headache for the Justice League when it came to the media, but it's not like the government liked them before The movements in Brazil are there because im brazilian, raised by a teacher, there was no way to avoid it. Billy come to brasil <3

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 10

Added dividers because I felt like the time skip/scene change would become confusing without any indication of it.

I really need an answer on how y'all feel about Immortal x Dupli-kate cuz depending on the popular opinion stuff will change 🤐 I'm willing to split a lot of people up for the drama and/or miscommunication nonsense

Enjoy!

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Some place where the supernatural meets the normal, a little place called The Oblivion Bar, John Constantine simply sat shocked at the words he managed to hear and process through his mushed brain. Bobo closes his hung jaw, drinks his whiskey, and pats his friend’s shoulder as the man mumbles a sobering spell, cringing at the effects. “I should go. Good luck, John.” And so, the chimpanzee quickly makes his exit, leaving the Laughing Magician and Death of the Endless to their business.

“I need you to walk me through this again, luv- wasn’t quite paying attention.” Constantine shook his head as he fully turned to face the smiling entity. “You and who did what?!” He hissed, voice barely above a whisper as he tried not to bring attention to what they were saying. This was bad. Really bad.

“Lady Gotham and I took a liking to Batman’s youngest daughter and-“ John quickly interrupted her. “And gave her magical powers beyond my comprehension and immortality- yes, I heard that, did you?!” The man rubbed his face, the thought was making him want to get drunk until he dropped. ”Have you gone mad? Giving a mortal immortality is more of Dream’s style you should know better-“

Death only smiled at him, amusement filling her eyes as she gently laid a hand on his shoulder making him tense up. “She was lonely, she deserves every happiness those powers and eternity are bound to give her. You’ll understand once you see her.” And boy, did John laugh his gut out at that as he shook his finger. “No- no, no, no- there’s no way I insert myself into that mess- Bat’s family is already a mess and reeks of you without magic- No- There’s no way- that’s bonkers-“

Death gets up with a bright smile. “Thank you, John.” Her words make him stutter almost choking on his breath at the audacity. “Don’t thank me ya loon! I’m not going to help her, I’m not even going to see the moppet!” He can only yell and cuss as she leaves.

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 “Alright, Cecil-“ The old man immediately interrupted you, the little communication device in your ear buzzing with life as he told you to not use names. “… Dude… I’m miles in the air, first of all! Second, that was like a really common name once. it’ll take a while to find you specifically, and I doubt anyone could anyway- you seem like the type that would erase himself from the gov’s documents.”

“Anyway-“ You didn’t give him time to say anything else. “What house am I supposed to go to again? And why?”

The old man sighs at your antics, rubbing the side of his forehead as he feels the headache coming while he gives the address once more. “Your brother’s teacher, Mr. Hiles, has been the mall bomber. It took us a while, he was smart about it, kept his search into biological bomb-making off the internet but he wasn’t that thorough about his paper trail.”

“Be prepared for anything and a confrontation.” The older man cleared his throat. You always made him nervous; you were an unexpected equation in everything, something he couldn’t control without risking Earth. Donald and everyone else just took his weariness and suspicion as him being overly cautious, but Cecil could tell something was clinging to you that just gave him nightmares.

“And thank you- usually I would have sent someone from the Teen Team but…uh-“ His eyes followed the action on another screen. “They’re busy. Your brother and father are helping them.”

“You’re nervous. Yapping again. Chill, I’ll take care of it. Just because I don’t want to be your little puppet doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep people safe.” You found the man irritating, but for now, he was being sane, actually doing his job, so you couldn’t complain. “Getting closer to the target. Going dark.”  Was the only warning the man got before the com was powered off.

Finally ready to land you politely greeted the man, walking through the training both Cecil and Nolan provided at the start of your vigilantism. “I didn’t expect to get caught quite this early, and I certainly expected… more conventional authorities when the time did come.” Professor Hiles just sighs and welcomes you in by your birth name. “How did you-“

“Are you kidding me? Mark is unable to shut up about you. And you forget to wear your hood more times than you do wear it.” The man said as he took off his sweater. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the fourth missing student. I assure you, I have no intention of resisting.” Well… This was easier than expected.

As he started to confess about how he started doing this, he led you to his basement. “Mr. Hiles, while I understand the loss of a child to suicide, a divorce, and the loss of a job ruined you until you hit rock bottom, avenging your son like this-“

“I’m not avenging the death of my son. That would be far too cliché.” Your eyes landed on the teen strapped to the table once he turned on the light, breath hitching as you saw the skin of his arms merging sloppily with the metallic torso the professor modified. “It’s the destruction of my life that has me seeking revenge.”

“The domino effect of pain and sorrow that these monsters create. Children who spend too much time at the mall, attend parties, consume alcohol, and play sports when they should be studying and doing homework.”

“I understand your ire, I’m not one for parties or drunks, but not all kids who do that stuff go to extremes, that’s a flawed logic- it does not give you the right to play god and do-“ You tried to placate him, keeping your tone soft and even, to try and make him see reason. “What I did to all of them, turning them into living bombs, an instrument with which to exact my revenge… my crusade to end the pain and sorrow by these- ‘popular’ kids… I feel no guilt for.”

“I can’t think of a more appropriate end to my crusade-” Mr. Hiles ripped open the shirt he was wearing, revealing the same mechanism the unconscious teen had. “-than the death of a superhero!” You quickly acted, not letting him talk more beyond that as the timer set to 50 seconds started trickling down while you grabbed him, breaking through his ceilings and roof and flying high in the air.

“Is this really how you want to die? Suicide bomb? You still can make this right- you don’t have to die like this just tell me how to deactivate it!“ Your eyes remained on the clock. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen. The man just chuckled a dry, humorless laugh. “Do it. There is nothing for me anymore.” Five, four, three.

You couldn’t tell if what you felt was sorrow or shame, but you knew you were defeated. The man was going to get one final death, but it won’t be yours. As your flight came to a stop well above the clouds, you threw the man higher in front of you as the clock struck one second, and as it hit zero, the bomb detonated, the range and heat of the explosion destroying any remains while pushing you back a bit.

Your eyes remained on the cloud of smoke it created. If the cops found him before you did, the bomb would have wiped out the neighbors, too. That’s what hero life was, what it is. Sacrifices left and right that only made you feel more at odds with this job than before.

As you went back to the house, you activated the com, putting it back into your ear. Cecil immediately informs you that the police are en route as well as his clean-up team. “Get an explosive ordnance disposal technician, too. There is a teen in the basement, the bomb doesn’t seem active yet, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I’ll send a report of what happened soon.” You stayed until Cecil’s people showed up, just to be sure the boy was still breathing and that the bomb wouldn’t activate.

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Helping Brit and the other heroes clean up the rubble from the alien attack helped keep your mind off things. The Brit enjoyed talking about his kid and wife, yapping until he needed to take a breath and then starting again keeping a smile on your face.

You enjoyed helping clean up, especially when there were no casualties, today wasn't that type of day. But it had become the easy, relaxing part of the job, pick big rubble up, place it into the waste trucks, pick another piece up, make sure to not hit the man in the trench coat, put it in the waste- wait…

Your head snaps back to the man, squinting as your eyes meet. You each take a second to take each other in before your eyes widen in surprise. “Hello, luv. I’m-“ You couldn’t help your excitement as recognition finally settled into your brain. “I know you-“ Your words made John cringe and tense up. When others said that it never ended well for him. “You’re Johnny Con-Job, the lead singer for Mucous Membrane, dude, your band got me into the punk culture.”

That… wasn’t what he expected. He wasn’t sure if he should be proud of that or fight back the mental breakdown that was creeping up his spine. “You’re a bit young for that slop, no?” You just shrug. “Your songs got me to finally put myself first, to get the courage to sneak out, see other stuff beyond the walls of my first house, help others, and leave my neglectful family before they could seriously hurt me.” Her words worried him. John never took Bruce as the “lock his kids up” type, but the man was as paranoid as they came, he wouldn’t put that above him.

“It may be slop and shitty vocals, but it’s what I needed to hear.” You teased him while putting the rubble in the waste collector. He watched as you approached him with a soft smile and sparkling eyes. He could see what Death meant. “I need to talk to you. I’m not quite sure about what luv, but I think it’s about Batman-“ He didn’t get to finish, as soon as the name left his mouth, he was grabbed by the throat and lifted well above the clouds, way too close to the ozone layer. “Did he send you?” you hissed, giving his neck a warning squeeze.

Yup. He definitely saw what Death meant as your eyes glowed a Lazarus green. “Nno-“ He choked out. “Did Bruce Wayne send you?” her question was met with the same answer. Your grip softened, grabbing him by his coat instead of his neck as you brought him closer. “Then why are you here?”

“We need to talk in private…” He whispered as he realized the situation.

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This was a whole mess that John Constantine knew he should have stayed out of- he knew! From Bruce to the whole family basically ignoring the kid, not even telling her about the vigilantism, to the rogues taking her in and doing a better job of raising her to her running away and getting adopted by another hero- a hero that John knew wanted to conquer the world, the whole fucking race wanted to, the fucking demons had a problem with that and wouldn’t stop complaining to him like he can fix it- he takes a deep breath in. “Why are you telling me all of this?” He whined, rubbing his face as he sat on the edge of some skyscraper with you.

“I’m not hiding my past, I’ll happily snitch and tell a reporter that Bruce Wayne is a shit father, they all just assume I’m Nolan’s actual kid that was in the hospital for a deadly something or whatever.” You shrug. “Please don’t- not because I care about the bellend- I just don’t want to deal with… Huh. Now that I’m thinking about it, that may be great blackmail.” His words only made you snicker.

He didn’t know where to begin. Did she know about the Viltrumite? Was she in cahoots with him? Should he tell her any of that? Would she even believe his ass? Maybe he should get the JL involved...

The scruffy man shook his head. “Not why I’m here. You said your hero name is Sorceress? Great, so you know you have magic powers, that makes it easy-“ John took in your shocked expression. Of course, it wasn’t that easy, it never could be. “If this was another world, I’d call you crazy.” You told him simply. “But Midnight City is cursed, and I guess that makes sense… Is that why I can hear the shadows speak?”

John nodded before doing a double take, asking you to elaborate on the shadows speaking part.  “They just speak, whisper, giggle the whole thing. They can also emit what they feel. They’ve always been present, they’re not as strong here, but I think that’s because they’re more tied to Gotham and Midnight City… or just- where there is more darkness.”

“Well, you’re not far off there, love.” The man nodded in agreement as his eyes drifted to the dark dome around the cursed city. He knew where to start. “This is going to be a long explanation, you better strap in, hen, and let me finish before you ask questions.”

“You remember the painting and murals you made of gods and other entities, demons, angels, the whole sort, in Gotham and here? Yeah, they brought the attention to you from the entities you drew. Some of the moppets took them as a higher form of offering than others, a few of them decided to stick around you.”

“Those have also decided to- ‘bless’ you with a few gifts, I’m not sure of all of them, but I know specifically that Lady Gotham offered the shadows as a companion and protector, and I know that Death of the Endless has blessed you with… well, immortality.” There was no way of walking around that fact. “I don’t remember if any of these two also gave you your powers, I was quite sloshed, but someone did.” John looked at the kit, taking in her shocked expression before he nudged you a bit. “Come on, kid, say something. You got me all worried here.”

“It’s all just- a bit much.” You mumble. “Yeah, I get it. A lot for you to shoulder, but I’m sure you’ll power through- oh, thanks love… Wha- How-“ John’s eyes moved from the beer in his hands to the energy can you were looking at. You just shrug. "I wanted to know if I could, thought…” You narrow your eyes at the can in your hands. “I’m not sure if this is made out of thin air or just- teleported or something.”

Constantine just slowly looks back at his beer mug… She was taking this better than most. He hoped it was because the shock hadn’t worn off yet. Well, he’s had worse things in his mouth, he's sure, so with a shrug, he takes a sip, humming with delight at the taste, muttering something about this being real beer. “You’re here to help me, right? Like- with my powers… I- I think I need help with this whole worshipping gods and demons- entities- thing, too.”

He knew the easy way out would be to say no, to just leave, she had done just fine without him… But that isn’t what came out of his mouth. “Sure, poppet. Just keep on giving me this fine beer.” Given his track record with people and magic, he shouldn’t feel this accomplished at your happiness, but he was always quite selfish, so he returned your hug, even if he was a bit stiff.

“Now- usually the normal thing is to go from small stuff to big, teach the basics, but I’m not one for rules. Have you ever wanted to teleport via portals?” The big mischievous smile you gave him was all the answer he needed.

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You came home at the same time as Nolan and Mark, everyone’s first stop after greeting Debbie was their bedrooms to refresh themselves before going back to the dining area. “I’m going to be honest, Nolan, the longer hair and full beard fit you better than the silly mustache. Right, mom?” You couldn’t help the teasing as the whole family ate. Debbie looked at Nolan with a scrutinizing eye, before sighing and giving an amused smile. “I’ll definitely miss the beard.”

Mark snorted at the teasing as Nolan pouted, brows furrowing. “It’s not silly- it’s a rite of passage into manhood by the Viltrumite culture-“ you couldn’t help but interrupt. “It’s still a silly-looking mustache. What does the Viltrumite rite of passage for women look like?”

Nolan’s momentary displeasure at the mustache comment was overlooked as the inquiry about the Viltrumite women was brought forth. “Huh… I’m not sure, I never really paid attention to that. I think some cut their hair.” A puff of air escaped you in amusement before deciding to tease him some more. “Well, you clearly weren’t planning for a daughter that’s sure.”

Debbie just took in the chatter. She enjoyed the easy atmosphere, the laughter of her kids. “So, how was everyone’s day?” She asks once the chatter stops. “Oh, I met the Teen Team and helped them with the Flaxan attack, dad got kidnapped by them while I was trying to gather up survivors, made friends with Atom Eve, and met an alien called Allen who apparently got the wrong planet.” Mark shrugged.

“I spent the last eight months enslaved by an army from an alternative dimension, although it seems much less time has passed here. About a week ago, I led a revolt against my captors and regained control of my powers. Today, a team of scientists from the rebellion found a way to get me home.” Nolan lied as easily as he breathed.

“One of Mark’s teachers was turning his classmates into organic bombs in order to take revenge on kids he felt were like the ones who led his son to commit suicide. He turned himself into a bomb also and tried to take me out with him but clearly, it didn’t work in his favor. Helped clean up after the Flaxan mess, and met the lead singer of Mucous Membrane who apparently is a mage. He was here on behalf of Death herself to help me and tell me that my powers aren’t because I’m a meta, they’re magic. Oh, and also, I’m allegedly immortal.” You took a sip of water. “Lex also wants to know if anyone would be interested in attending one of his rich folk parties.”

At the quietness of the room, you lifted your eyes from your plate to look at everyone’s shocked glance. “What?” you ask with a mouth full of food.

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That night, the teens wanted to sleep with their parents, both needing reassurance. Debbie and Mark were already gone, sleeping deep and peacefully. “Dad… You awake?” your question was whispered as your head lay on Deborah's shoulder. He answered with a warm hand squeezing your shoulder and a quiet hum. “...How do you move past people you can’t save or the people we have to sacrifice?”

Nolan wasn’t sure how to answer that, he’d never felt anything for the people he couldn’t save. He knew that if he had to save earth’s people or his kids and wife… Well… Earth can be populated again. “You look at the people who you did save. We can’t always save everyone, that’s the sad reality. It’s… painful. But it’s a truth all heroes have to come to terms with. Even I can’t save everyone.” Nolan wrapped his arms around his girls and son tighter, pulling everyone closer. “If all you could save was a person, you still did everything you could. If you couldn’t save anyone, you just have to keep your head high and try again.”

You snuggled closer into your mom, feeling her arm instinctively wrap around you as you draped yours over her and Nolan’s stomach, your fingers laying on Mark’s wrist. The sad reality of being a hero...

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[mxtantrights]

Azriel is (secretly) in love with you

"If it were anyone else, you would let them go." you grumble.

Rhys sighs and sets down both his utensils. The table goes silent.

No one could get into a fight like the two of you. Perks of knowing each other since you were children. Rhys is like the little brother you never wanted, but really treasured. And you were like the older sister he never asked for, but really needed. Especially after his mother and sister were brutally taken from him and his father died.

Which is how you now that he's treating you differently. If it were Azriel or Cassian asking to go on this mission he would happy oblige. If it were Feyre he might hesitate but he would let her do it. Mor or Amren he would let them do it. Nesta, well he doesn't tell her what to do ever. And Elaine, if she wanted to do something like this you think he might watch in shock. Never mind the valkyries.

"So you understand, great." he says sassily.

You slam the table, "Stop being rude. I deserve to go on this mission. I deserve what I'm owed."

"What makes you think-"

"I'm owed the head of the man who massacred my family. I am owed Rhysand!" you shout.

"Maybe we can come back to this conversation-" Cassian starts.

You and Rhys look at him in an instant. "Butt out Cass."

Cassian puts his hands up in surrender. You grunt and apologize to him. He nods his head once and places his hands down. You look over at Rhys.

"I'm going. Whether you want me to or not. I'm not asking for permission." you speak.

You stand up from your seat and storm out of family dinner. Something you have never done before. You know how important it is to Rhys and it's important to you too. But you know that tensions are high and you might say something you can't take back.

Its a long walk to your room. And as you sit on the edge of your bed you can't help to think to yourself about the circumstances. If this were Rhys, if he could go after Tamlin you wouldn't stop him. You'd help him.

So why does he not want you anywhere near this?

Your door opens and you green yourself up for a fight, thinking it's Rhys. But when your eyes meet Azriel's you deflate a little bit. Actually a lot. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes.

"I'll ask him to put me on the mission. And then I'll winnow you in." he says.

You look at him in pure confusion. You can't believe what he's saying. Was Azriel...defying orders for the first time? You've never seen him do something like this. To offer you something like this?

"Az, you can't." you say.

"I can. If you agree." he says.

"Why would you disobey Rhys like that?" you ask.

He looks at you. His eyes are basically piercing into your soul. And while you look into his eyes you understand why he's not answering you. He's not saying anything but he's saying everything.

"You know why." he puts simply.

It doesn't surprise you. It doesn't come as a shock. You don't know why but with him standing there and looking at you, you feel it. What you've been feeling for a while underneath the surface.

And he doesn't say anything else. He leaves and shuts the door behind him. You sit there with nothing else to say either. You don't chase after him. You don't call out his name.

Azriel. It's Azriel. How have you been so blind this whole time?

[zzzssleeping]

The Other Swan

Emmett C. x male reader

Bella Swan's unexpected older brother visits and discovers he's soulmates with a vampire.

Fluff, attempted humor, ooc Bella, part two

Forks was an interesting place, just not one (Y/n) had ever expected to visit, let alone stay in. The town was constantly gloomy, the sky perpetually overcast with thick clouds threatening rain. Not that he minded. He actually liked the rain, something about it felt peaceful, but he would’ve preferred somewhere livelier, with more sun and towering buildings. More like a city than a town.

Still, he couldn't complain too much. Being here meant spending time with Bella, and really, who else was going to annoy her? It must’ve been dull without his usual antics. Though, judging by their phone calls, she had found a new distraction, some guy named Eddie? Or was it Edward? Honestly, (Y/n) hadn’t been paying attention.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he strolled through the hallways of Forks High, catching curious glances from students who clearly weren’t used to seeing a new face. Unlike Bella, who preferred to keep to herself, (Y/n) naturally attracted attention wherever he went. He didn't mind. Flashing an easygoing grin, he waved at a few people before spotting his sister, well, the back of her head, sitting at a lunch table. Surprisingly, she wasn’t alone. So, she actually had friends here.

A mischievous smirk crossed his face. Time for a proper sibling reunion.

Light on his feet, he crept up behind her, ignoring the confused glances from the people nearby. A blonde girl at the table opened her mouth, about to say something, probably to warn Bella, except, it was too late when (Y/n) jabbed his fingers into her sides, earning an immediate yelp as she nearly jumped out of her seat. His familiar laughter rang through the cafeteria, turning more heads than necessary.

Bella spun around, her face already flushed with embarrassment. "Oh my God, are you serious?"

(Y/n) grinned wider. "Nice seeing you, little sis."

The cafeteria buzzed with quiet murmurs, but (Y/n) barely noticed. He was too busy enjoying Bella’s glare and the reactions of her friends, some looked both relieved and amused.

Forks might not have been his kind of town, but messing with Bella? That never got old.

"Wait, sis?" A girl with glasses muttered, glancing between the two siblings as if trying to spot the resemblance. "Yeah," Bella confirmed with a nod, scooting over to make room for him. Though she didn’t look particularly thrilled, she was happy to see him, it was just complicated. Having (Y/n) around meant constant teasing, something she’d endured since childhood, and way more than she would’ve liked. "The better Swan, actually," he added with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. Jessica giggled, while Bella shot him a deadpan look before stepping down hard on his foot.

"Ow!" He yelped, jerking away with an exaggerated huff. Scooting a safe distance from her, he gave an overly dramatic glare. "After all this time, this is how you treat me?"

"We haven’t seen each other in weeks."

"Exactly! It’s been too long!"

Bella rolled her eyes. She was already used to his antics. The two of them were complete opposites, from their music tastes to their favorite movies, yet somehow, their differences made them closer. Still, like any siblings, they took every opportunity to poke fun at each other. It couldn’t be helped.

"So," (Y/n) spoke up, glancing around the table, "who’s this Eddie guy you keep talking about?" A few of Bella’s friends chuckled, while she shot him a knowing look. "His name is Edward," she corrected immediately, bracing herself for whatever nonsense he was about to say next. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Edward? Seriously?" Just from the name alone, the guy sounded ancient. "What year is he from, the 1950s?" He wasn’t judging people named Edward or anything, it just wasn’t what he expected.

Bella sighs, already regretting letting him sit with them.

"Can you not like-judge him for one second? You haven't even met him," Bella complained, exasperation clear in her voice. She wished, for once, he would take something seriously. (Y/n) raised his hands in a mock of surrender, eyebrows lifting. "Woah...easy there. I'm just giving my opinion. As an older brother, it's my duty to make sure he's not going to, I don't know...suck your blood or something." She let out a nervous chuckle, having her hand change into a fist. If only he knew. Thankfully, (Y/n) could be incredibly oblivious at times, one of the few things working in her favor right now.

"Funny," she said, forcing a smile, "but no. I can handle myself. Just give him a chance, okay?" She grabbed his arm, tugging him lightly back and forth, hoping to wear him down. As much as she hated him to admit it, she did look up to him sometimes. And this? This was important. Edward was her forever, and (Y/n) was one of the most important people in her life. If they didn't get along...well, she really didn't want to think about that right now.

"If it helps, he's really cute," Jessica chimed in mid-conversation, making heads turn her way while Angela couldn't help but nod with agreement.

"What?" She defended at her stares. "It's true."

(Y/n) groaned, running a hand through his hair as he weighted his options, he never imagined his sister having a boyfriend before him, the better looking sibling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh, he shrugged. "Okay, fine-but if he tries anything funny, I'll kick him where the sun don't shine."

As the days passed, the inevitable moment finally arrived. And, of course, (Y/n) spent the entire car ride complaining. "Why do I have to meet his whole family? Am I the one dating him?" He grumbled, arms crossed. Bella pressed her lips together, gripping the wheel a little tighter. "(Y/n)-"

"I should’ve just stayed home."

She inhaled sharply, willing herself to stay calm. Just a little longer. Thankfully, they pulled up to the Cullens’ house before she completely lost her patience and threw him out onto the street. Not that she would, Edward was already waiting for them, and she wasn’t about to test her boyfriend’s vampire speed over a sibling squabble. As soon as he stepped out of the truck and shut the door, his eyes widened at the mansion before him.

"Okay…this is a house?" He blinked, taking in the modern glass walls and pristine architecture.

"This looks like a place I’d get kicked out of just for breathing too loud." Bella rolled her eyes as he muttered to himself. "Since they look rich…does Edward have a brother?" She groaned, already feeling secondhand embarrassment. Not because of what he said, she was used to his ongoing rambling, but because she knew the Cullens could hear everything. Thankfully, she’d warned Edward about (Y/n)’s blunt honesty and zero filter, especially around people he barely meets for the first time.

"Can you not embarrass me?" She pleaded.

(Y/n) merely shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "No promises."

Bella stood there nervously as the door opened before she could even knock, no doubt thanks to their heightened hearing. A dark-haired woman stood in the entryway, immediately offering a warm smile.

"Hello, glad to see you made it safely. Please, come in."

(Y/n) hesitated for a second. He hadn’t expected such immediate warmth, especially not from someone this stunning. Esme was...well, intimidatingly beautiful. He nodded stiffly, suddenly aware of how out of place he felt in such a pristine home. Standing beside her was an equally attractive man, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a little weirded out. The Cullens were all too good-looking, like they belonged in a high-end fashion ad rather than a small-town house. They almost didn’t seem real.

"This is my husband, Carlisle," Esme introduced, gesturing toward him. "And I’m Esme." With that, she turned gracefully toward the kitchen, the click of her heels echoing in the quiet space. "I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs." As soon as her back was turned, (Y/n) leaned toward Bella, mouthing silently: They're gorgeous.

Bella rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Edward approached, his dark gaze drifting toward the other Swan sibling, raising his hand for a handshake.

"Hello, you must be (Y/n). Your sister has mentioned some…nice things about you." (Y/n) narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly suspicious, he did admit that he too were similar to his parents. He finally took his hand, shaking it lightly. "Did she tell you to say that, or did she secretly complain about me? Blink twice if you’re being held captive." Bella wanted to slap him across the face as Edward’s lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, at the sight of seeing his lover so irritated, he did enjoy their unusual conversations on call.

Wanting to push further until the sound of light footsteps caught his attention. He turned his head just in time to see a petite girl, around their age with good fashion style, practically skipping toward them while dragging along a tall, tense-looking blonde. Alice beamed. "I’ve been dying to meet you! So, you’re the troublemaker Bella keeps telling me about."

(Y/n) barely had time to react before she grabbed his hands, giggling. The sudden touch caught him off guard, but he brushed it off, flashing a proud grin. "The one and only." Over her shoulder, he caught sight of her companion, Jasper, if he remembered correctly. The guy stood a few feet away, looking tense, like he was trying really hard not to be there. (Y/n) frowned slightly. "Uh…is your boyfriend okay?" He asked Alice, lowering his voice. "No offense, but he kinda looks like he’s in pain."

Esme let out a small laugh from the kitchen, clearly entertained. Alice, however, just grinned. Before she could answer, someone else cut in.

"Nah, it’s fine. He’s always like that."

The voice was deep, laced with amusement, and it sent an unexpected shiver down (Y/n)’s spine. He turned, and immediately froze. Golden eyes met his, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, he felt his mind go blank. His chest tightened, his heart fluttering in a way he definitely wasn’t prepared for. For the first time in his life, the always obnoxious Swan was completely, utterly speechless.

Holy shit.

[until-the-house-shakes]

Slip ups

Wolfstar raising Regulus/ Werewolf! Regulus

Microfic

-

Regulus didn’t mean for this title to become a regular thing. It genuinely started as an accidental slip up, and he was far too embarrassed to correct anyone. Plus, the idea of having others believe that Remus and Sirius were his dads instead of his actual birth parents, didn’t seem that awful to him.

As long as Remus and Sirius never found out. Because if they did, they would be over the top obnoxious about it.

-

The first slip up happened the first night at Hogwarts. Him and his new roommates were sharing small details about their lives. Barty went on about how awful his father was, and how he planned on being a much better Ravenclaw than he ever was. Evan talked about his twin sister and how he was happy they were put in the same house so he can keep an eye on her. Regulus then started to talk about Sirius and Remus, and didn’t even realize the titles he gave them until Barty spoke up.

“Wow, your dads are young. How were they even allowed to adopt you?” It was an innocent enough question, but still made Regulus beyond flustered. “Oh uh… well.. they.. it’s complicated but they’re basically my dads so… enough questions.”

The conversation then took a turn to special interests and Regulus honestly couldn’t remember what else happened that night, but ‘dads’ stuck to him like a parasite.

-

The second slip up was less mortifying, but maybe because it was also much more private than the first. It happened in the hospital wing after an accidental potion mishap. Barty was certain he knew how much fluxweed he needed to add to the polyjuice potion, but in the end, added way too much and the cauldron exploded. Thankfully nothing terrible happened, just a few burns on Regulus’ arm that Madam Pompfrey could easily heal.

“I will have to call your guardians about this. But I’m sure Mr. Lupin already knows.” Madam Pompfrey stated as he wrapped up the last of Regulus’ burns. “Great. More reasons for dad to flip out about my safety. You know he won’t even let me try out for quidditch? How unfair is that!” Regulus was so absorbed in his own pity party he didn’t even catch the title he called Remus.

Quidditch has been an ongoing fight between the three Lupin boys since the second day of school. Sirius and Regulus believe it would be a wonderful thing for Regulus to try out for, seeing as he’s been flying on a broom since last year (and really needed the friends), but Remus is far too concerned about the young werewolf’s safety. Regulus likes that Remus cares about him, makes him feel a type of love that his birth parents never gave him, but he was starting to cross a line of over protective that was annoying Regulus. He just wanted to play quidditch. Where is the harm in that?

“I see where your dad is coming from, love. He was in the hospital wing for your other father and Mr. Potter every other day due to a quidditch injury. It’s a dangerous sport.” Madam Pompfrey laughed, sending out a patronus for the DADA professor.

Regulus didn’t realize what they were calling Remus and Sirius until Promfrey said ‘other father’. Once it was clear, Regulus was bright red and quickly stuttering out “Don’t tell him I called him dad. Please. He’ll be a right prat about it.” The young kid groaned, feeling very embarrassed about their previous conversation.

The medi-witch only giggled and promised to keep their conversation a secret for the time being.

-

Months flew past and soon enough it was winter break, and Regulus only had very few ‘slip ups’ since the day in the medical wing. It wasn’t like Regulus was embarrassed to see Remus and Sirius as his dads, he just knew those two would be over dramatic about it, especially his brother, and he was never in the mood to deal with such theatrics.

Sadly, he definitely had to deal with ‘such theatrics’ soon.

It was the morning after a full, and Regulus woke up in the backyard of Sirius’ house surrounded by his brother’s closest friends. Remus was back to his normal self, but Sirius, James, and Peter were still in their animagus forms. It was pretty entertaining to see Wormy sleeping in the antlers of Prongs, while Padfoot was laid on top of Remus as a blanket.

Regulus tried to get up from the hard ground, but his plans were quickly foiled the second he placed any pressure on his left foot.

“Fuck!” The pained cry woke up all the adults around him, but Regulus didn’t care much about their comfort when his leg felt as if it just snapped in half. Why did it hurt so badly? He never was in this much pain after a full moon. What the fuck happened last night?

“Cub, it’s okay. You’re okay. What happened?” Remus instantly was at Regulus’ side. Carrying the small boy inside to safety. Even though the young werewolf didn’t remember, Remus was all too aware that last night was an awful moon. His cub kept fighting with Padfoot, and then became hyper aware of some scratch on his leg. Despite all the adults trying their hardest to keep the cub from tearing his leg apart, there were still a ton of scratches and a few large bite marks left on his poor cub.

“My leg hurts! I tried.. I tried putting pressure on it.. and I fell. It hurts so bad dad. I can’t.. I can’t” Regulus cried out, burying his head into the safety of Remus’ neck. By this point, all the marauders were shifted back into their human forms, and bustling around the kitchen to help however they can. Peter was making breakfast, James was getting clothes for the two werewolves, and Sirius was getting potions to help fix up their kid.

But everything stopped the second Regulus said ‘Dad’.

They all knew he accidentally called Remus dad every now and again, but he never once called him that in person. Never to his face.

Sirius was trying his hardest to not cry from joy.

“I know it hurts cub. We’re going to fix it okay? I promise we’ll fix it and it won’t hurt anymore.” Remus kissed the top of Regulus’ head before graciously taking his robe from James to cover up. He then helped Regulus into his own robe and started fixing his cub up with the help of Sirius.

-

It has been hours since Regulus called Remus ‘dad’, and none of them have talked since then. Not even James can get Regulus to come out of his room for a few words, and James was by far the kid’s favorite.

“He’s probably embarrassed! It’s like calling your teacher mom. You know all about that Pads.” Peter said, trying his hardest to defuse the tension in the room. He was right. Sirius used to accidentally call Minnie ‘mom’ all the time back in school, but that still felt so much different to Regulus calling Remus ‘dad’.

Remus being called dad wasn’t even an issue! All the boys thought it was an adorable and honoring title, but Regulus seemed far too embarrass to see it like that.

“He’s a kid. Let him be embarrassed by it. I remember being that age, if I did anything embarrassing I instantly had my walls up and ready to hide for days. I’ll give him some time and when he’s ready to talk, we can talk.” Remus shrugged, meaning every word he said. He got embarrassed easily his first few years of Hogwarts, and still does even to this day. While he fully believe Regulus had nothing to be embarrassed about, he understood why his cub wanted to hide away, and wouldn’t judge him for it. He would give him time.

-

Apparently all Regulus needed was a full day by himself, because by nighttime, Sirius and Remus heard the all too familiar patter of their cub’s footsteps heading to their room.

“Reg? Is everything alright?” Sirius asked once he was sure Regulus was fully in the room with them.

“… I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?” Came the small, broken voice of their kid. Sure, they didn’t birth him, but Regulus was their kid and nothing could change that. Hell he even shared the last name Lupin! He was theirs damnit.

“Of course you can cub.” Remus smiled, patting at the open space between him and Sirius- Regulus’ favorite spot to sleep.

A few minutes of quiet passed while Regulus got settled into bed between the two men. If Sirius didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was asleep, but before that thought could go anywhere he heard a very quiet, “night dads. Love you.”

“Night kiddo. Love you too.” Sirius smiled, allowing his eyes to close for some peaceful sleep.

“Night Cub. Love you the most.”

[misspelledwordswizard]

How about a reaction from the Chain to a witch Reader, but in a Harry Potter style?

Reader, in addition to being scared at first, would undoubtedly be confused by the blatant display of magic without punishment. It doesn’t help that she quickly mistakes and identifies Twilight as an Animagus after seeing Wolfie just once. It would definitely lead to an interesting conversation where Reader reveals herself as a witch and explains how, in her world, the Statute of Secrecy exists, along with the reasons it was created.

The Chain would be horrified not by the massive concealment of magic itself, but by the reasons behind it, with the main one being the indiscriminate hunting of magical beings.

Hey, I'm back baby! After a while on vacation and having to deal with the return of my classes, I was finally able to organize myself to return fully, I hope. But hey, I'm sorry for the huge delay with the requests, and happy new year to everyone, considering that this is my first post of the year!

Oh, thanks for the request, I really love crossovers, and I love Harry Potter!

I’ve been here for a few weeks, traveling with this group of men who claim to be heroes of the realm, or something like that. I’m not sure how I ended up here, but it was obvious that this was a different world from mine. For starters, the humans here have pointy ears, like elves. Okay, I can deal with that. And then there are other races, which I’ve never seen anything like in my world. I mean, a race of stone men, seriously? Not to mention the totally different monsters.��

But none of these things surprised me as much as the lack of care with the exposure of magic. Everyone, even the supposed “muggles” who don’t have magic, are fully aware of its existence. It’s natural, it’s normal. But it’s also strange that they don’t have any organ that regulates its use, considering how much it is used. 

From what I could see, one of my traveling companions, who took me in for some reason when I fell on top of them after passing through a strange portal, has magic and uses it medicinally.  I don’t know if the others can do things like that, but from what I’ve noticed, most of them have some object that has some magical property and makes things easier. That boy with the rings – I think his nickname was Legend – has one for every situation. 

Well, okay, I know they’re all called Link, confusing, even more confusing when I found out they’re from different timelines. Is temporal magic really that normalized around here? I’ve only been with them for a short time, and I still find it hard to associate them with their nicknames, because not only are they all blond with blue eyes, which doesn’t help much, but each one seems to have about three different nicknames, and each one is weirder than the last. 

Okay, I’m in a different world, where magic is common and doesn’t need to be hidden. I’m traveling with a group of heroes from different eras who consider themselves brothers, and are, from what I can understand, reincarnations... so why are they acting like this wolf that appeared is some kind of pet? 

— Soooo... you know that this wolf is one of you transformed, right? – I ventured to say. 

Everyone’s eyes turned to me, surprised. They didn’t know? Seriously? They looked at each other momentarily before someone finally answered me. 

— Well, we do know, but how do you know? – The long-haired hero spoke, the Cook, if I’m not mistaken.  

— And how could you not know? It couldn’t be more obvious, I mean, even the markings on his face are the same as the wolf’s, they’re never seen together in the same place, and, to tell the truth, Twilight kind of smells like dog. It’s pretty obvious that he’s an Animagus.  

— Animagus? Huh, Wolfie, are you that thing she said? – The youngest of the group spoke, and the wolf just tilted his head in confusion.  

— Oh, great, it takes her three minutes to figure that out while eight heroes took months to do the same. – Legend complained.  

— Speak for yourself, I knew from the beginning!  

So, they already knew about it, and were just pretending so I wouldn’t find out? Strange people.  

 While the others debated who had been the first to find out about Wolfie, he retransformed, without having to worry about hiding his secret, and approached me, visibly confused and curious. 

— So, in your world, it’s normal for people to turn into animals? 

— I wouldn’t say it’s common, but it’s possible, and all wizards know about it. 

— Wizards? What about people without magic, don’t they know? – The hero with magic joined the conversation, visibly curious. 

— No, of course not. We can’t let the Muggles find out about magic! 

— Muggles? – The little boy asked, interested in the way I called the non-magic users. 

— They’re the non-wizards, we keep magic hidden from them, or else we’d go to war... it’s very dangerous, that’s why the Ministry of Magic exists, to make sure wizards don’t reveal themselves. 

— For Hylia, your world is confusing. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to live in a society as segregated as this one... – I heard the comment coming from one of the quieter boys, the one called Sky. 

 — Yes, well, but it is necessary, or else wizards would still be burned at the stake for using magic to this day. 

— WHAT?! – Everyone gasped as they heard my last statement, shocked by the brutal concept. Oh man, I think this conversation will go on for much longer than I had imagined. 

[lilithrosexoxo]

Ch. 3 Meal

Sunlight gleamed through the parted curtains painting the room in a warm glow. You pull off your cashmere weighted blanket with a yawn and a stretch moving your stiff muscles. After Jinwoo left you quickly passed out after taking another bath and changing your clothes since your previous ones were soaked in your slick. Your face heats up at the thought of last night and you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You still can’t believe that you came from just being licked on your scent gland but it shouldn’t surprise you. You were still a virgin and haven’t even so much as kissed another person. As prime omega your parents were insistent on keeping you pure for your future alpha. Not to mention with the connection between you two all of your senses were heightened around him. His smell, his touch, his voice, his eyes, everything about him was simply perfect to you. As you imagine his tongue on you, your thoughts become inappropriate as you imagine his tongue in other places and you immediately feel slick start to pool in your panties. You groan at the feeling and your scent permeates the air. How on earth were you going to function around the man if the thought of him has you creaming your panties.

“By the goddess I’m insatiable”, you think to yourself, “maybe I should take care of myself before going down for breakfast”, and with that you retreat to your bed to handle your problem.

xoxo

After 3 orgasms you finally feel satiated enough to get ready. You allow your handmaidens into your nest and dress you in a simple but elegant gold gown while they braided your hair into a fishtail braid. Finally ready, you decide to head downstairs and join your family for breakfast. You head into the dining room to see your family and Jinwoo already seated. To your displeasure Elowen has taken a seat across from Jinwoo and was attempting to flirt with him but she was being completely ignored. Your brother Aldwin sat by Jinwoo’s right side and his left side was empty as it was reserved for you. He was engrossed in a deep conversation which brought joy to you. Out of all your siblings you and Aldwin had the closest bond and knowing that your alpha was having a good conversation based on his chuckle had your omega purring in contenment. 

Jinwoo’s eyes looked around as he felt another presence in the room and his eyes lit up as he saw you.

“Wow she’s beautiful”, he thought to himself. While you looked stunning in the moonlight you looked absolutely radiant in the sunlight, “the lunar goddess has truly blessed me”, he thought. He quickly gets up and pulls out your chair for you.

Your face heats and you look down as you take your seat finding it hard to make eye contact when he is looking at you with such an intense gaze.

“Princess Y/N it is a pleasure to see you in the sunlight, you look divine”, Jinwoo says as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

You feel lightheaded from feeling his soft lips against your skin but quickly regain your composure and finally look him in the eyes and by the lunar goddess you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get over how such a perfect being was your fated mate. 

“It’s good to see you as well my alpha”, you say silkily.

Jinwoo feels himself throb in the confines of his pants at hearing you call him your alpha. His eyes begin to glow lilac and you think you’ve done something to offend him but he simply chuckles and returns to his seat.

“Y/N, are you and Apha Sung really fated mates?”, the baby of the family, Reign asks with round eyes. Even though he’s only 15 he’s already found his mate a strong alpha that spoils him rotten. 

“We are fated mates, the feeling was just as mother described it all these years. I would’ve never imagined it would be Jinwoo”, you say as you look down.

“I think you found the perfect alpha Y/N and I’m so happy for you. I told you, you weren’t cursed”, says Aldwin with a smug grin on his face. You often vented to your brother about how you swore you were cursed to live a lonely life but he always reassured you that you would find your mate. You feel immensely grateful that his words were true.

“Can we please have this conversation over breakfast? Mother I’m starving, we spent forever waiting for Y/N. What were you doing that took so long?”, your sister Liza asks, eyeing you up and down. You didn’t look that much different then your usual get up so she can’t imagine what took so long.

Jinwoo chuckles and you look at him confused. He laughed like he knew exactly what you were up to that morning and oh shit knowing him he probably did. Then the realization dawns on you, Jinwoo can implant his soldiers into peoples shadows and view them directly from their eyes. You looked at him eyes widening as he just looked at you with a knowing smirk.

You bury your head in your hands. You can’t believe you forgot one of Jinwoo's key abilities. You can’t believe he saw that you were riding your toy like a bitch in heat and moaning his name the entire time.

“Th-There’s no reason to discuss what took me so long. I just wanted to look good enough for my alpha”, you say pretending like you’re not drowning in a pool of your own embarrassment but the scent wafting from you betrays you. Thankfully your family decides to not question you further and your mother rings in the chefs.

A grand feast is laid before your family which is reasonable, your parents did have six omegas and that size doesn’t include your mother or Jinwoo making it a party of 8. You’re pretty sure the chefs are trying to impress Jinwoo as there are a variety of meats laid before the alpha. You take in the spread there are pancakes, waffles, toast, eggs, blueberry muffins, fresh fruit which includes dianach, redamia, salal, and thorny peaches, fresh orange, pineapple, and grape juice and even a large pitcher of ambrose wine. There are typical meats such as bacon, sausage, and ham but you can also smell the more exotic meats the chefs must have brought out for this occasion such as griffon meat, ice bear meat, and even filet steaks from a wyvern dragon. The room smells heavenly and your family wastes no time digging in. 

The twins Ifrit and Shiva are fighting over who had claim to the muffins which you found amusing considering that there were a dozen that were baked but meal times were often like this. Even though you were all omegas you had a healthy appetite however, your appetites dwarfed in comparison to Jinwoo. You saw him load plate after plate of meat, eggs, and cheese and you kept in mind to reach out to the chefs later for more cooking lessons involving meat. While you excelled at vegetarian dishes your skills with meat were subpar at best.

“So Jinwoo do you think you could want any concubines?” Elowen asks without a hint of shame.

You choke on the waffle you were eating. While concubines were common in the royal kingdoms, if an omega couldn’t keep up with her alpha’s sex drive it was uncommon for prime alphas and omegas as the connection was so deep that the bond prevented them from wanting to have sex with anyone else.

You felt a low growl emanating from you before you could even stop it. You felt like you were seeing red. Your omega was furious and you slowly felt yourself losing control. Your claws and canines lengthened and sharpened, your eyes began to glow, the smell of burnt rubber danced in the air.

“Oh you’ve done it now Elowen, don’t expect me to bail you out”, Aldwin deadpannes as he continues to chow down on his meal. 

How dare she!? Was it not enough that she had her own mate and now she’s trying to move in on yours? You just found your fated mate after all these years alone. Watching your friends and family find their mates while you sat on the sidelines. Jinwoo was YOURS. You feel your control over your omega slipping as the seconds go by. You were about to lunge across the table and gouge out her eyes until you felt an arm drape around you and squeeze you to a firm chest.

“Calm yourself princess Y/N”, Jinwoo whispered in your ear as he caressed your face lovingly before addressing Elowen, “That’s Alpha Sung to you and I have no intention of having anyone else from now on other than princess Y/N”, he spoke in a calm but stern voice.

At that you felt yourself relax but took note of that he said now. That means Jinwoo must have experience right? Then a realization hits you. You were about to attack your sister and from the looks of it everyone would’ve allowed it if Jinwoo didn’t stop you. You don’t know what came over you but the thought of your alpha with another drove you up the wall and had jealousy coursing through you. Were all fated mates like this or was it different since you were a prime omega? By the look in your mothers eye you knew that to be true.

With that breakfast thankfully concludes and the servants come in to clean up.

“Alpha Sung, Y/N I think a trip to the garden would do you both well. Get some fresh air, take in the scenery, it’s important for you to get to know one another before your lunar union” your mother states as your siblings get up to leave the room except for Elowen who is still shooting heart eyes at YOUR alpha but you know there’s nothing to worry about. Jinwoo is loyal to you and no one else and that soothed your omega and anger at your sister.

“Come with me Jinwoo I’ll take you to the garden”, you say as you take his hands in yours.

[shadowonwater]

Every Instance I can find of Wild Kratt Bros Being Affected by Animal Instincts

I love it when they show animal instincts so here's a collection. If there's something I missed, let me know!

Season 1:

Bass Class (Martin as a bass kept getting attracted by fishing lures)

Tazzy Chris (This is THE instinct episode. Chris gets a suit malfunction that turns him into a T-Devil without a power disc. He's still himself but he keeps trying to eat rotten meat and growling)

The Blue and the Gray (squirrel Chris burying acorns)

Falcon City (Chris as a pigeon, trying to eat a random fry on the ground, preening his feathers, using the power of homing to get back, Martin as well also seemed to be briefly affected when first transforming and ate Jimmy's pizza. They were both also cooing like pigeons)

Cheetah Racer (Chris eating grass as a gazelle)

Flight of the Pollinators (when Martin was wearing that Bee Antenna Headband he was strongly attracted to the smell of flowers)

A Bat in the Brownies (when Chris and Martin entered the dead tree where the bats were they felt safe and secure and fell right asleep alongside the bats)

Maybe?:

Voyage of the Butterflier XT (this is a maybe. It's just I have no idea how they managed to hibernate with the butterflies they weren't even using power suits though)

Octopus Wildkratticus (not the bros but the octopus. I think it was being effected by animal instincts of the other animals)

The Food Chain Game (Chris tried eating grass as a gazelle again but found it gross, I think Aviva might have patched the gazelle disc after the last time)

Little Howler (all the howling, but considering the amount the brothers will howl while not transformed tells me that this is more just enjoying howling. Tell me none of y'all have howled like a wolf before)

Season 2:

Groundhog Wakeup Call (Aviva eating a bunch of grass and dandelions and then hibernating)

maybe?:

Termites Vs Tongues (Chris joining in with the termites defending themselves, could be seen as just helping out the creatures he's with)

Happy Turkey Day (the frequent gobbling like a turkey while transformed)

Rainforest Stew (not sure if the slowness of the sloth suit is instinct or if Chris physically can't move quickly in that)

Season 3:

The Hermit Crab Shell Exchange (the bros being scared as hermit crabs when they don't have shells, being extremely focused on finding a shell)

Opossum in my Pocket (Martin fainting aka "playing possum" when we was scared of Gourmand)

Chameleons on Target (blending in with background when scared, walking in the slow way that chameleons walk after first transforming, since they were able to control the tongues with concentration suggests that maybe it's not a malfunction but rather instinct?)

Maybe?:

Where the Bison Roam (Martin taking a bite out of a dirt and grass cake as a buffalo)

Season 4:

Stars of the Tides (Chris as a hermit crab getting nervous when he loses his shell)

Maybe?:

Panda Power Up! (Martin being very tired and hungry as a panda)

Season 5:

Maybe?:

Elephant Brains! (Chris being extra empathetic towards the elephants after transforming)

Season 6:

Deer Buckaroo (Martin trying to get the velvet off his antlers)

The Real Ant Farm (when first transforming into the different roles, Aviva, Chris, and Martin all mention feeling like doing the role of that specific ant)

Uh-Oh Ostrich (baby ostrich Chris following the mom ostrich)

Cats and Dogs (Martin doing the African Wild Dog warning call, he looks noticeably surprised when he first makes that sound)

Maybe?:

Adapto the Coyote (similar to Little Howler, the coyote howling may be less instinct and more humans having fun making animal noises)

[moiramichaels]

Untitled S.W.A.T and 911 fic

So I never post fanfiction, but a friend told me to be brave so here goes - This takes place right after season one starts for 911, but only mentions Tommy. I'm not sure where it takes place for S.W.A.T. I'm only in season 2 of that show.

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Luca looked out the window. He was in a parked car with Rocker and they had been trailing a suspect that they hoped would lead to who they were really after. He quickly looked towards Rocker, who was just sitting there staring out the window. He had been mostly quiet the whole day and it was starting to freak him out. He didn't usually work with Rocker, but he knew he wasn't the strong silent type. He had noticed that since Rocker got back from his week off last week, he'd been quiet. Luca figured that something had happened, but he wasn't close enough to really ask Rocker about it. He had noticed Mumford giving him concerned looks a few times. Luca was sure that he knew what was up and that had been enough.

But spending the last couple of hours together and Rocker just sitting and only contributing work related conversation was getting on his nerves. He had promised himself, he would not ask, but he could no longer keep that promise.

He turned fully to Rocker and said "Hey man, you've been quiet today."

"Yeah." he replied.

"Is all okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Rocker replied. Luca held back a sigh and quickly looked out the window.

He turned back to Rocker and waited. Finally Rocker sighed and said "You know what, no it's not fine."

Luca kept quiet, giving Rocker his attention. He was now extremely curious what was going on. He replied "Well, whatever it is, I'm here man if you want to talk it out. But if not, that's cool." He didn't really mean that, it would not be cool. Luca just had to know what the hell had gotten into Rocker.

"I always knew I was adopted. My parents were great, but I had this hope to meet my birth parents." Rocker said quietly. "But when I was 13, my parents sat me down and they told me that I had been abandoned as a baby. That I would probably never know who my birth family was."

Rocker had been looking out the window as he said this, but now he looked at Luca. "As you can imagine, this was devastating to 13 year old me. I acted out for a while. But my parents really were great and they helped me through it. And I accepted that I would never know where I came from.

Luca looked at him again and said "that's rough." There has to more to it than just that though.

"Yeah, but 5 weeks ago, I ran into someone who looked exactly like me. That's how I found out I have a twin brother. I mean we did a DNA check to make sure that we didn't just look exactly alike, but yeah twins."

Luca stared at Rocker in shock and Rocker turned back to wait for their target to appear.

"Well what happened, was he also adopted?"

"Nope" Rocker said while emphasizing the p sound. "He didn't know about me and wasn't sure if he was also adopted. So we went to visit his dad and family. They live in Arizona. It turns out that his dad only wanted one kid, so that bastard drove me to L.A. and dropped me off and then went home. They kept my twin."

"Uhh.." Luca was completely speechless here.

"Yeah, but it turns out I was the lucky one. My sperm donor is an awful human being and I found out from one my new cousins, that he was the type of man that was a little too controlling with his wife and son. Apparently my mother wasn't given a choice on keeping both of us and she was too scared to speak up for herself. No one confirmed this, but I'm sure he was the type to hit his wife and kid."

Rocker looked at him again. "You should have heard the things he said to Tommy, the things he called him. Tommy's first reaction was to step back and he's as big as I am. But I was happy to see him step up again and stand up for himself. I let them both know that what he did with me was a crime and I was going to make sure he was charged with it.

"And you're brother is okay with that?" Luca asked.

"Yeah, he seemed thrilled."

Tommy and Luca both went back to watching the building. Luca wondered how long their target would be here. He was visiting his girlfriend, so it might be a while.

Rocker said a few minutes later. "I think Tommy's actually jealous of me. My parents are great. He does want to get to know me and I want to get to know him. I introduced him to my parents and they said that they'd like a chance to give him good parents. I think he doesn't trust it, but they've decided we are going to adopt him as well. And he can bring that one cousin of his that seemed cool. The rest can stay in Arizona."

"Wow, just wow." Luca finally said and then turned back to the front.

"Yeah, but my brother is great. He's a firefighter. In fact he's a firefighter pilot. Just moved from a regular fire station to one where he can fly helicopters. Pretty cool."

"That is cool, man." Wow, Luca thought again.

[ivoyzzz]

heyy i was wondering if you Could do Sae byeok x reader Where Sae byeok is super clingy to reader. Like this Girl is CLINGY. So like she is hugging her sooo much whether it is hugging her at the neck, waist, hip, lifting her off the Ground and grabbing her ass 🫢, back hugging her, you name it and she is already in the position with you, Sae byeok is pulling her into her lap every second she gets, Sae byeoks kissing her non stop whether its on the lips, cheek, nose, jaw, neck or even readers top chest and back, and TRUST me this Girl loves to be behind reader and spoon her While she is watching some crap TV show (the two of you Fall asleep with the TV show playing in the back) but there is just one problem, gi hun is your older brother and he is not Happy seeing sae byeok All over you. Trust me he likes the fact that you two love each other but he is also over protective of you and doesnt want you to get hurt. And Sae byeok knows this but continues. And i am tell you that gi hun is not Happy seeing Sae byeok have her hands on your chest and ass meanwhile you are doing your makeup (you are standing infront of Sae byeok because the mirror is right behind her While she is sitting on a chair and has you in between her legs While her head and one of her hands are resting on your chest While her other Hand is resting on your ass.)

Thank you and have a Good Day or Night and you Can change anything if you would like!!

a/n: this is adorable stop. saebyeok is the clingiest girlfriend ever, you cannot change my mind.

warnings: just fluffy

clingy sae who follows right behind you (like walking on your heels) and her trying to act like she’s “just seeing what your doing”

walking in the cold, she just grabs your hand shoving it in her pocket. couldn’t have her girl freeze to death, could she?

eating dinner with her and gi-hun and him just watching the two of you with a careful glare. (maybe he’s a tiny bit jealous that your love life is better then is, so what).

saebyeok sitting on the couch with you between her legs, sprinkling soft kisses on your soft hair. her murmuring that you were gone so long. and all you did was go to get coffee.

always making excuses to be touchy without seeming clingy, “your hair was all over you face, i was fixing it.” “your necklace isn’t showing.” and her careful fingertips linger on your skin.

even though her face seems as if she’s doing the most boring thing ever, it’s just her being in denial. she actually likes being around you, and even if there is no talking she likes your presence and that scares her.

waking up next to her and sae just buries her face in your neck, lips dancing across you. one of her hand’s is lazily behind you and the other is thrown across your waist. whispering a small “i like you.” she has a hard time saying what she feels but she’s good at showing it. even though these words may seem small, they mean everything.

watching you try a new food or drink and watching for your reaction. “good?” she mumbles so quietly. when you nod your head, she gives you one of those small uncertain smiles. then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your head, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

when your on the phone with a friend, saebyeok's just sat beside you hand on your waist rubbing small circles in your hip. can’t really focus anymore, ending the call to put your head on her shoulder. which of course she pretends to be indifferent to, but she’s in just as much bliss as you.

when your upset her wiping your tears with the pad of her thumb. whispering, “just breathe baby.” “i got you.” her face softening, she hates seeing you upset.

when she’s reading a book and you put your head in her lap, her rolling her eyes. she’s not annoyed, sae would choose this over some stupid book any-day.

you sitting in her lap while you do your makeup, hand sprawled on your thigh. even if the two of you aren’t doing anything she just loves being with you. watches you with those sharp eyes while you do your makeup.

when you come to sit on the couch and leave room between the two of you, not thinking anything of it, she thinks about it. are you mad at her? did she do something? when you finally look over at her (it’s been 3 minutes) she looks like a sad kicked puppy. but she’s fine after she pulls you into her arms. “i’m not clingy” she mutters kissing along your neck. “seem pretty clingy to me sae.” you tease back.

gives the best hugs. her arms around your waist while yours are around her linked around her neck.

when walking in public, her arm around your waist fingers in your belt-loop. the world is a dangerous place, it’s just to keep you safe. totally not because she just likes holding you.

she just wants to hold you, that’s not clingy, right?

[fangirl-docintraining]

I’m calling this post a Medical Monday™️ post (just gonna go ahead and summon @tragicallyuncreative from her ER shifts for this)

I’m back working in the hospital for this week of my rotations and I feel it is past time I address this topic because I see so many older men in their 60’s and 70’s and it’s been in my head so

Here’s what chronic medical conditions I genuinely worry each member of the gang would get because I know too much and think too hard 😂

Darry: hypertension, bros blood pressure has probably been high since like the beginning of time. Betty hounds his ass and makes sure he takes his meds tho. Also a little coronary artery stuff but nothing major, once again Betty was on that shit long before it could be a problem.

Soda: actually he might be the one I’m least worried about tbh 😂 he’s probs got some high cholesterol but otherwise I actually feel like he’s chillin on a statin. Oh and his knee is arthritic but he probs gets a knee replacement and is like running around after that

Ponyboy: My brother in Christ, your LUNGS 😭 I just know he’s got COPD by like 62 at best and he’s got oxygen he’s gotta wear and he complains about it constantly

Johnny: probably also lungs tbh, though I am much less concerned for him than Ponyboy. But his lungs are also probs not happy. He might get by with inhalers alone for COPD and it drives Ponyboy nuts.

Two Bit: I’m torn yall. His liver is probably very scarred (cirrhosis) so he probs has that. But also he gives the distinct energy of my heart failure exacerbation patient who was on a salt restricted diet because he has too much fluid and all he talked about was once he left the hospital he was gonna get himself a 32 oz steak for dinner. He peed off 50 pounds of water in the hospital 💁🏼‍♀️ and that just screams two bit to me. Bro’s drowning in fluid and is like it’s fine my legs are just swollen 😀

Steve: I fear bro keeps bonking his head, so maybe some long term concussion stuff. Also he def gets arthritis and talks about it constantly (also uses it to get out of doing things)

Dally: I know bro sees a doctor once a decade at best and they once warned him about his numbers being borderline for diabetes and he was like nah. Next time he goes to doctor years later, his A1C is ten and he’s still like “im not diabetic” Betty is horrified 😂

[transmascxielian]

the thing about ‘everything you want is on the other side of fear’ is that you never quite believe it until you’ve experienced it. but it’s so true. i spent most of my summer agonising about coming out to school and to my parents and family, and wanting to crawl back into the hole and my old name and not change anything. but then the other day my dad told me he was proud of me for a university thing and that i’d be a fine ‘young man’. and my teachers and people at school call me ant now. and about a week after my mum told my aunt and grandma on her side, they sent me one of those custom drinking glasses with ‘ant’ and the letter A inscribed on it. sometimes the other side of fear is beautiful.

[softshuji]

Any men out there wanna pretend to be my bf to get my parents off my case about marriage? I am so so serious right now.

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[itsalwaysdark]

little man made me a little thanksgiving like. i was gonna say card. tbh little is also a lie its quite big but its very cute of him

"dear brother,

thank you for loving. My favorite memory with you is wen the frst time I plad mincraft.

love,

(his name)"

[girlivealwaysbean]

okay ventpost time im bored and my period is late