#rebuild your ruins

[georgiapeach30513]

Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 9

Summary: Steve takes you in. And you have a new job

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Saeta!Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  language, mentions of sexual assault (not details), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of sexual content, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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Steve groans, rubbing a knot in his shoulder while you cower off in a corner. You didn’t think the giant would hurt you, but you weren’t used to Vikings. They had plucked you out of your home, and forced you to be a healer for them. His fingers dig into a spot in his shoulder, and you bite at your lip. It was in your nature to want to help his ailments.

“You can lay down,” he motions his head over to the one bed in this stupid tent. You shake your head, starting to squat down on the ground, “Please, don’t do that. Lay down on the bed.”

“That’s your bed.”

He sighs, you are going to be difficult for him. He is tired, sore, and he also worries about Aesir. He’d never seen Bucky look more scared. It took that moment for Steve to realize she meant more to him than just a lay. It’s why he waited so long to be with her.

“In the bed.”

“No,” you stub up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Get in the bed.”

“I don’t want to sleep in the bed with a Viking because…you’re going to touch me. I don’t want to be touched. I’m tired of men touching me!”

His mouth turns into a straight line as he lets out a slow breath of air. “I’m not going to touch you. I’ll sleep on top of the furs,” you hesitate. The bed did look comfortable. And all the furs…they look amazing.

“If I have to, I will put you in this bed. You need sleep.”

“You won’t touch me?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. I’m not like that. I don’t need to touch someone when I…I’m not a sexual fiend,” he doesn’t want to spend all this time on getting some girl in the bed. But he couldn’t have you sleeping on the cold ground. You’d wake up frozen, and then he’d have a body to deal with.

“But you’ve had sex? And it was your choice? Because Rollo tried to take that away from me and the goddess,” Steve’s eyes follow your steps over to the bed, and you gently climb in. Burrowing yourself under all the layers of furs. It feels amazing. Cozy and warm, something you haven’t felt since you were brought to the strange countries of the north.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers as he walks over to the bed. “Can I get under one fur? It is quite cold?” It is his tent, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you nod your head. He asked. You couldn’t let him freeze to death.

The giant of a man picks up only one cover, and crawls into the warmth. Moaning uncomfortably when his back settles down, and you jolt up, “Please, just lay down.”

“What is wrong with your shoulder?” He cuts his eyes over at you, groaning again as he tries to turn his back to you. “Take off your shirt.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you,” he snorts out a laugh, but it’s quickly replaced by a groan of pain.

“I don’t want you to touch me, but clearly, I need to touch you. Take your shirt off and let me look at your shoulder,” you wait patiently as he situates himself with much difficulty, and removes his shirt where a nasty bruise had painted his entire shoulder black.

“Oh, dear!” You jump into action. Going to your satchel of things, and then you sit behind him. Fixing him up the best way you know how. “What happened?”

“Aesir was struck.”

“You love her?” His bright blue eyes peek at you over his shoulder, but he shakes his head no. “Everyone does.”

“No, they don’t. They fear her. Respect her. She's the daughter of Lagertha and Ragnar, and so much more. People believe she is a descendant of Thor. Granddaughter of Odin. Ravens.”

“They follow her around,” you mumble. You saw the little one eyed beast come into the tent. “She’s stubborn. But that doesn’t explain your bruises.”

“You have no idea how stubborn she is. She was struck, and I saw a shift in Bucky. Ari continued to fight around them, but Bucky — he went to her. Damn near got hit himself, and would have been killed. But I stopped it. Getting a bit of some dull pain myself.”

“It’s deep,” your eyes roll up to meet him before quickly looking back down at his back. “You’re a good friend to them. You don’t find it odd?”

“What? That my best friend is in love with a girl who loves two men equally. And you say there’s two babies. One for each of them. You know how they did it?” You shake your head no with a bit of a smirk, continuing to work out the other knots in his broad back. He was beautiful. Blackened ink draped his skin just as much as Bucky and Ari. Even Aesir. He clearly wanted to be covered in his story.

“They…they had her at the same time. It’s how they know that those kids are both of theirs. It would be weird, two husbands, and only one was the father. Ow,” he turns back to glower at you.

“The Mountain and White Wolf will love any child that Aesir produces. That’s how much they love her. Odin is not happy at the delay. Do you believe that she’s Thor’s daughter?”

“Ragnar and Floki themselves say her appearance to them is weird. That a streak of lightning led them right to her. She was always destined for greatness.”

“Fighting wars with men that would rather stick their cock in you when you can’t move. They don’t mind having her as an ally, but want to take from her when she can’t fight back,” Steve’s eyes soften at you. He hated Rollo as much as the next. He would pay for trying to hurt her and the babies. “She’s with child. He could have hurt the babies, or marked them before birth.”

“Rollo is an asshole. He knew better. We don’t fight wars, we raid. Not all greatness comes on the battlefield. Mmm,” he whimpers, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “Some greatness comes from healing and comfort. Aesir can’t do that.”

“But she can take two men at once,” Steve chuckles while you move back to your spot. “Did you ever want her?”

“No. I had her, but we were just figuring sex out.”

“Is it not weird that you had your best friend’s wife’s pussy before him?” Steve shakes his head, laying back onto the mattress. He lets out a satisfied sigh. This felt so much better. He could move without being so stiff.

“Is it not weird seeing her after you’ve seen her naked?”

“Aesir and I weren’t always naked. Sometimes she was leaned against a tree,” your nose turns up in a snarl, and Steve can’t help but laugh. “You’re not born into our world, huh? A Christian?”

“I was stolen from a village in England. I had special talents so I was forced into this, rather than the flesh that they wanted. I was better suited out here than laying on my back.”

“You think we’re all sex fiends?” He cocks his brow up, while he looks at you. You don’t answer, just nod silently.

“In your world you’d be forced to breed with some pudgy sweaty man that bathed once a month. Laying underneath him while he pumped you full of children. Or you would have been whisked away to serve your God. All the while you’re lower than a man. Here you can be our equal. You think Bucky and Ari tell Aesir what to do? She may sink to her knees fast with Ari, but she controls them. They stand beside her, instead of in front of her. She’s every bit as capable as they are.”

“I don’t think you understand,” he turns to his side. Bending his arm at the elbow as he looks over your features.

“What would have happened if you were caught getting fucked before you were married?”

“I would be labeled a whore. I wouldn't be suitable for marriage. A public display of humiliation would have been put upon me.”

“The woman you hold in such high regards was caught several times with me inside of her. She wasn’t punished. She was celebrated by two men. One she gets to be a brat with, and the other makes her weak. But she wasn’t told she was a terrible human because she has desires of the flesh. I’ll admit there are some such as Rollo that think it is their right to take. But I assure you, there’s more of us that would kill a man that was taking from a woman. It wouldn’t be her fault for crimes against the skin, it would be his. You see your backwards thinking now. What do they call you, girl?”

“Saeta,” Steve gives you the sweetest crooked smile, and you hide your face in the furs. They feel so warm and heavy.

“Sweetie suits you. You’re stronger than you realize though. Don’t sell yourself short. And get some sleep. I heard a big Mountain has claimed you as his babies’ doctor,” his finger lifts over his one fur, tapping you a bit on the nose, and you scrunch it up, and Steve giggles.

“Where do you live, Saeta?”

“Close to the docks,” he understands your fear of being touched now. Forced to move here, and then they force you to be a healer, all while not giving you the proper care to live here. You are grown, and weren't taken in like Aesir.

“I want you to live with me.”

“No.”

He blows out an exasperated breath, this time giving you a tap to your forehead, “Quit fighting me. Are you uncomfortable right now?”

What an odd question. You are laying in the bed with him, comfortably and with heavy eyes, and he starts poking your face. “No, I’m not uncomfortable.”

“My home isn’t much, but it’s damn sure warmer than the docks. I always have more furs than this. I’m a bit of a hunter. And, I offer you my protection. Plus, it’s closer to the Mountain and White Wolf’s home. You can be right there with Aesir when she gives birth to two giant babies.”

“Wait…I won’t…they don’t want me working with…I’d just be with Aesir?”

“She’s a bitch sometimes, but it’s mostly bark. I’ve seen her with her mother, she’s quite soft. But yes, what Ari and Bucky want they will have. Ragnar has already agreed since there’s two babies in her womb that you should be with her all the time. She’ll hate it, but it beats her being wheeled around. You’ll have all of our protection,” his soft blues meet your own, and even though there is a part of you that wants to scream yes, anything to get away from the flea infested area, you have questions.

“What…what am I to you?” His head tilts to the side, unsure of your words. Steve was blunt, much like the other Vikings. “I don’t want to be used for your pleasure.”

“Saeta, I have been with one woman. And you can ask her, I don’t take. If this progresses into something that’s one thing. But you can safely lay in the same bed with me, and I won’t touch you.”

“Will you touch yourself?”

Steve chuckles, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re funny. I am but a man, and sometimes men need a certain type of touch. I promise to not be openly stroking my cock in front of you. If you saw it, you just might want to join me.”

“I wouldn’t,” your voice is flat as you turn your back to him.

“I’ll remember you said that. Get some sleep. We’ll journey back soon.”

“And I’ll live with you.”

He lets out a low rumble, flipping the opposite way of you, “Good choice. It was either me, or the with the goddess and her mountain and wolf. You’d get to hear them have Aesir in every which way. Her being with child will not stop them from filling their needs. And hers. Pleasure isn’t only for the man, Saeta. Remember that. And if it is just for the man, he’s doing it all wrong.”

It gives you something to ponder. You had never heard anything about taking a man, except when you were of age to marry. And all you were told was you would take your husband, whenever and however he wanted. But judging by the talk of the village, Aesir was more than satisfied with her two men. And the care that they gave her. It was like she was a precious gem.

You peek over your back, looking at Steve’s broad shoulders. His bruise was deep, but you knew in time it would heal with your help. He is already sleeping soundly. His lungs fill with air deeply, and you see him as more than just a Viking, but a kind man. One that would rather his back be to you, instead of crowding your space. The docks hadn’t been kind, but he was offering you a sanctuary. And for that you are thankful.

Feeling at peace with becoming a goddess’ personal nurse. And you knew she would test you every step of the way. A brat was how Steve described her. There could be worse fates for you than to follow the wife of a mountain and a wolf. The daughter of Thor that was housing two future Vikings, and you they were bound to be as fierce as their parents. And you would be greatly rewarded by the gods.

Snuggling deeper into the furs you find a solace of warmth. The steady breathing of Steve lulls you to sleep, and for the first time since coming to their world, you feel relaxed. You aren’t shivering. You feel at peace. Cared for, and that was the best feeling in the world.

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[ahlam910]

Please help❤️🙏

Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.

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The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.

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[ayyponine]

The way my sister's arrival here is still over two weeks off but the nightmares are back already. I KNOW im gonna be in the fucking trenches

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every day my friend siraj (#219) travels to central gaza to access wifi so he can come on this platform and beg people for 8 hours to donate to him so he can afford to rent an apartment for his family of 24 that includes 10 children and 2 elders who will undoubtedly suffer from severe illness without access to medical care over the coming winter

israel is doing everything it can to stop palestinians from giving each other medical care right now. just yesterday the world was shocked with the image of israel burning medical patients alive while they were still hooked up to their IVs in the medical tents in the ruins of al aqsa hospital - in central gaza, not far from where siraj spends his days on the internet.

please donate if you can. please share (i know you can). siraj puts himself in danger to appeal to you! the least we could do is make his effort worthwhile.

[omarwolaeth]

Thinking about Heartland and its design decisions (which immediately went into the headcanon zone)

If Heartland is/was designed to be a utopia for children to live in (for a card-game based world), then I wouldn't be surprised if Heartland scientists figured out revival, cloning, and mind and/or memory relocation entirely so some kids stuck in the hospital their whole life would get to live outside of it (even in a new body that doesn't have the problem they were permanently hospitalised for) if they wanted to.

And because this is Arc V, nothing's ever what you see directly on the surface, so I wouldn't be surprised if the unethical decision of keeping clones of kids, specifically with... weirdly high energy readings, in order to study what caused it even through their recklessness would still be possible. ... ok that might be too on the nose,

[toleen-hassouna]

Help me get my life back, achieve my goal, and save the rest of my family

Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of ​​uncertainty, loss and despair

• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.

• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it

• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction

broke our hearts

Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.

My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.

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My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over

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[mohammedswaierh]

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Hello, friends.

My name is Mohammed, and I'm reaching out from a place of unimaginable hardship. My family, like so many others in Gaza, is struggling to survive each day. The conflict has taken a heavy toll on our lives, leaving us to face a grim reality, our home has been destroyed, and we are left with nowhere safe to go. 😔

I am the father of three beautiful children, and as a parent, nothing is more painful than watching your kids grow up, surrounded by fear and destruction. Mirn, Bark, and Mariar are the light of my life, but they've never known the joy of running through a park without fear, or playing freely like children should. ❤️

We've reached a point where staying here is no longer an option. The walls that once sheltered us now stand in ruins, and hope for a safe future is fading fast. We dream of rebuilding, not just our home, but our lives, somewhere free from the daily fear of war, where my children can sleep peacefully and smile again. 🕊️

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Hello dear friends and potential saviors. My name is Ahmed Totah, I am 21 years old, my father is 67, my mother is 55, and my sister is 19 and my brothers Mahmoud 26 and Abdallah 24 and My grandfather is crippled and can't do anythingWho is 91 years old . We now live in the northern Gaza Strip.

Since the beginning of October 7, 2023, and now we are more than 12 months into the war, my family and I have lived a life of relentless violence and suffering after being displaced from our home, more than 10 to 11 times. We have been displaced to schools and relatives, and we are currently living without shelter, and we suffer from food shortages that have forced us to eat animal and bird food due to high prices. Winter has come and we have no blankets or shoes to warm my family. I want you to help me provide for my family's needs and protect them from the bitter cold in winter, and the harsh mud that floods our lives under the rain.

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And when it is provided, flour is hardly available through aid (trucks - bershtat) and one day my foot was run over by a truck because of an attack by people and this is because of the lack of flour.

This is all we have. Before the war destroyed our lives, I had just moved to my home in northern Gaza. It was supposed to be a moment of joy, but our happiness was short-lived. On October 7, everything changed. The day started like any other, but soon the sky darkened with smoke, the ground trembled beneath our feet, and the air was filled with the sounds of terrifying explosions. The bombing was continuous, and my family gathered together, praying that we would survive. When the dust settled, nothing was the same. The bombs continued to fall. Every day, my family and I in Gaza wake up to a living nightmare, in a race against time as the war strips us of any sense of peace and normalcy.

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Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 8

Summary:  it’s time for a raid

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, mentions of double vaginal penetration, blood, attempted dub con, stabbing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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Bucky steps up behind you.  His long calloused fingers grazing on your sides before you push his hands off.  Walking away to busy yourself with gathering your things for the raid.  “Aesir!” Bucky whines, looking over at Ari.  “Ari, make her get back over here.”

“Aesir, our beautiful goddess, is something wrong?”

“I am packing,” you answer with a curt nod, returning back to anything but them.

“And I need to fuck.  It feels good right before a raid,” you blow out a puff of air, and completely ignore Bucky.  

Ari gives a quick look over to your other almost husband, and sighs.  Bucky had no calm about him when he wanted to have sex.  Ari had a bit more finesse.  He took a steady approach with you.  “Aesir,” his voice sounded warm on your back, but you change directions, moving to another part of your now shared home.

“You should really pack,” you tell them, but his hands were on your sides.  They weren’t demanding, it was more a concern.  

“Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.  Nothing is different.  I’m anxious about the raid.”

“You won’t look at us.”

Turning around in his embrace you look up at him, and then over to Bucky that was at your side in two strides.  “I don’t want to have sex before the raid.  I’m weak after sex with you two.  You won’t quit shoving both your cocks in my cunt.  I’m tired.”

“You don’t seem to mind it while we’re doing it,” Bucky smirks at you.  Leaning forward to kiss beside your mouth.  “You are practically begging for it.”

“And then I can’t walk properly.  I am weak, and we’re going on a raid.  I don’t…”

“What about just normal taking turns?” You shake your head no, looking up at your mountain.  “Can I ask why?”

“You two come one time.  You want me to be overstimulated.  Practically falling asleep after how many times you’ve made me come.  It’s fine, just not before a raid.”

“And there’s no other reason?” Your eyes drift to his chest for but a split second, and you shake your head no.  “You’re not mad at us, or wanting to leave?”

“No!” Giving them both a swat on your shoulder, you roll your eyes.  “No.  I don’t want to leave.  I’m not mad.  I’m just not ready for sex before a raid.  Maybe the next raid.  Not this one. I want to be on my game.”

“It’s a long journey.”

“She said no.  Get acquainted with your hand, White Wolf,” whispering out a silent thank you to Ari, you continue to pack.  Ignoring the pangs in your stomach.  You had other things to worry about.

“Can we not just snuggle under the furs?”

“Naked?” You shake your head no, but give a smile to Bucky.  “Can I be naked?”

“As long as you’re lying next to me, I don’t really care.”

“Aesir!” Ari’s fight changes immediately when he sees Bucky run to your side.  Red.  All he could see was blood, and then burning red.  He was angry.  Standing in front of you, while Bucky was picking you up to carry you out of the church.  The three of you had pillaged enough.  They could deal with the absence of the three of you.  His priorities changed when you were hurt.  

“Bucky, where was I hit?”

“Looks like an arm and a leg,” his eyes constantly moves down to your body, worried that there were other places you were struck.  “Nothing that our healers can’t fix.”

“It wasn’t my stomach?” You panic.  You could feel the pain in your leg and arm, but everything else seemed numb.  He shakes his head no, heading to a small tent where a tiny little woman yelps at the sight of three Vikings.  

“She was wounded,” Ari tells her immediately.  Looking around the tent, and nodding in approval.  “Can you help?”

“Lay her on the bed.  I need you out,” the men shake their heads no, and she shrugs.  “You make me nervous.  She seems fine.  Just a bit of cleaning, and removal of her clothes, and…”

“She’s going to be our wife.  I assure you we’ve seen every inch of her.”

“I can’t work with you two hovering over me.”

“Ari, Bucky, I’ll be fine.  Finish up at the church,” they didn’t want to leave, but hearing your voice both soft and tired, they figured you were in good enough hands that they could leave you to finish up.  

Grunting you adjust your weight.  Watching as the timid little thing gathered a few of her herbs.  “Two husbands?”

“Yeah.  Men do it all the time.”

“Lay still,” she chastises.  She was getting tired of your grunting and discomfort moans.  “It seems like a lot of work.”

“It is.  I wouldn’t change it.  I’ve always wanted Bucky.  For as long as I can remember.  Ari is new, but…have you seen him?” Ripping off your sleeve, she presses something against your arm, and you scream out.  “What was that for?”

“Cleaning,” she didn’t care about your screams.  She was now in a zone and focusing on her task.  Moving quickly to dress the wound.  “How does your relationship work?”

You shrug your shoulders, wincing when she starts pressing in her mixture.  “I don’t know.  It just does,” your hand instinctively rubs over your stomach as you think about them.  “It’s tiresome, but I also think they both mean well.  They’re protective of me.  Even if they’re needy.  I get to have this back and forth relationship with Bucky, and be the submissive housewife for Ari.  I didn’t think I wanted that, but I want to make him happy and proud.”

Lifting up your hands, she presses her own on your stomach, and then moves to your leg.  “Bucky we’re more equal.  The banter is amazing.  Ari has me dropping to my knees.  Ow!”

“How long have you known?” She asks softly.  Never taking her eyes off your wound has she tends to it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you awkwardly smile, and she looks up at you.  “I really don't.”

“You can leave,” a growling voice says as he walks into the tent.  Seeing Rollo, you sit up.  “And you can lay back down,” looking out of the tent, he walks over to the table where you are laying.  Placing his hand on the girl’s shoulder, he pushes her out of the way.  “I suggest you leave,” he says again, placing a hand on your knee and gripping it tight.

“Get off!”

“Too bad you weren’t knocked out cold.  This would make this so much easier,” with both hands on your knees he yanks your legs apart.  “I said leave!”

“Don’t you touch me!” Trying to get him off, you use your bad arm, screaming out in pain.  “They’ll kill you!”

“I’d like to see them try,” Rollo starts nipping at your skin, chuckling when you try to push them off.  “You always were weak,” hitting him in the nose, he picks you up, and slams you face down on the table.  His forearm over your neck.  “You think it’s funny having me hear the three of you all night long.  You want to be a slut to two cocks, here's another one,” his hand slides up your backside, lifting up your dress with it.

“This isn’t you…” you lie.  Rollo always had this in him.  Rumor had it, you were not the first.  “Get off!”

“No!  Ask Ragnar.  He’ll tell you, you were meant for me!” He screams out in pain when something hits him in the back of the head.  “You fucking bitch!” Turning around, you try covering yourself back up, but now he was on the tiny woman.

Her body trembles as he knocks her to the ground, jerking her legs apart.  “Asshole!” Stabbing a knife in the back of his shoulder, he stands up knocking you to the ground.  Landing on your back, you gasp for air.

“Fucking stay down!  And then I’ll breed you like the little bitch you are,” the girl shakes her head at you, whispering something out, when your vision goes blurry.  A raven caws at the door of the tent, before flying over to you.  The one eyed beast, walks up your body before pecking your forehead with his beak, and blackness.  Complete void.  Nothing there.  No feeling, no sound.  Nothing.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky asks, looking into the tent at your sleeping body, but the girl was too frightened to answer.  “Ari?”

“Buck, she’s breathing,” his fingers brush against your soft skin, but you weren’t waking up.  “Where’s Rollo?”

“Ragnar and Floki are dealing with him.  Are you okay?” Steve asks the girl, who shakes her head.  “Did anything happen?”

“No, she stabbed him,” the poor girl looked like a leaf in the wind.  Terrified, and unsure how to recall the chain of events.  And even more concerned with you passing out.  “I need to check her.”

“She’s going to be okay.”

“Aesir,” Lagertha calls, walking into the tent.  “What’s wrong with my daughter?”

“Rollo…he…he pushed her back, and she passed out.  I need to check her.  She…can I speak to you, alone?” Lagertha flicks her head to the door of the tent, gently rubbing on Ari’s shoulder.

“I’ll sit with her.  As soon as we’re done talking, you can come back,” looking up at Lagertha, he gives her a solemn nod.  He didn’t want to leave your side.  Bucky just wanted answers.  His body was buzzing with anger when he thought about Rollo being alone with you.  He had the gall to touch you.  He would pay with his life.

“What is the problem?” The girl’s fingers softly move across your stomach, and presses a bit harder.  “Take off her dress,” Lagertha demands, and helps her remove your armor and clothing.  “Aesir,” your mother sighs, rubbing over the small pooch of your stomach.  “My fierce goddess, you are stupid.”

“I have this gift,” the girl answers, moving her hands back to your stomach, “She’s not as far along as you think.  But both babies are fine.”

“Both?” She gives Lagertha a quiet yes, and presses her hands against your head, “And my daughter?”

“Sleeping.  It was her body’s response to keep her safe.  If she continued to fight Rollo, he could have hurt the babies.  She’ll wake soon.  She needs to tell her men about her condition.  She knew.  How long have the three of them been together?”

“Only two months.  My daughter, with child…children.  You’re sure?”

“She’s much too large for one baby,” you croak out a broken version of Ari and Bucky’s name, and Lagertha looks at the girl.

“Go get them.  If she’s waking soon, she’ll want to see them,” with a quick bow, she goes to fetch the two of them.  “You stupid girl.  You shouldn’t have come.  That's why you didn’t tell us, huh?  Aesire, you’re to be a mother and a wife.  You’ve got to quit thinking with the passion of proving yourself worthy of your name.”

Ari is the first to arrive.  Walking through the door, and his eyes settle on where your mother’s hand was.  Looking back at Bucky with the biggest smile.  “After this is finished, we will punish her later.”

“What…oh!” He watches Ari press his hand against your stomach.  “This is why she was withholding sex.  We would have noticed.  That still doesn’t make sense as to why she’s out cold,” grabbing at your hand, your fingers bounce around in his embrace.  “Aesir, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

You can finally hear his voice in the distance.  Your mouth turns up in a smile, feeling both of their hands on you. “Goddess, open your eyes,” you shake your head no, but reach for Ari’s hand.  “Aesir?”

“We need to get married.  Odin is not happy with the delay.”

“We need to talk about today,” Bucky growls, looking over at Ari.  He still wanted to deal with Rollo immediately.  

“No,” you start to sit up, but Ari presses his hand on your shoulder.  “I’m pregnant, the end.”

“You came to a raid knowing you were with our child.”

“Children,” you look over at the healer, shaking your head.  “There’s two.  One for each.  It’s not unheard of.”

“Okay, enough of the crazy talk.  Let me get up.  I won’t go on any more raids, okay?”

“Aesir,” your mother stands up to walk over to you, “What about Rollo?”

“Nothing happened.  I stabbed him.  Can I go to my own tent now?” With a single shift to the side, Lagertha lets you walk out, and you’re followed swiftly by your future husbands.  They would not be leaving your side ever again.  

“Steve,” Lagertha smiles looking at the girl who was beginning to shake again.  “I want you to stay with her.  Give her whatever she needs, and offer her protection.  Young lady, no harm will come to you.  My husband is going to have to think of a way to punish Rollo, but he won’t touch you again.  Are you okay?”

“Just frightened.  She stabbed him before he ever touched me.  I…could it not be you?” She looks over at Steve, and then back to Lagertha, “Vikings terrify me.”

“I assure you, Steve is the perfect one then.  You will be greatly rewarded by the gods.  Steve, do not leave her,” no one ever questioned Lagertha’s final say.  She always meant what she said.  And now Steve was left to tend to the terrified girl who was much more his speed than you.

“I’m Steve,” she just says her name, before she finally gets to clean up her space.  Trying to ignore the tall Viking standing at the door.  Ignore it.  Just like you did your pregnancy.

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Imagine waking up in the dead of night to the terrified screams of your child. You quickly turn on your phone's flashlight to find your son's face covered in blood. The source of the injury is even more terrifying: rats have gnawed through the fragile walls of the tent you call home, and viciously attacked your son, causing severe injury to his face.

This isn't just a story. This is the nightmare that Hossam Al-Qazzaz and his family lived, just a few short days ago.

@hananqazzaz @hossamqazzaz12

Story written by @visionsofaselfmademan

The past year of Hossam Al-Qazzaz’s life has been one of unimaginable hardship and resilience. Forced to flee their home in Gaza, Hossam and his family returned to find nothing but rubble—everything they had worked for destroyed. With no other option, they pitched a small, humble tent over the ruins of their house, hoping to create some semblance of shelter amidst the devastation.

Life in this fragile tent is a daily battle for survival. Bombings persist, food and water are scarce, and the safety they once knew is a distant memory. One terrifying night, Hossam’s son Bashar was attacked by rats that invaded their tent, leaving him injured and crying for help. Unable to afford medical treatment or secure a proper tent to shield his young children, including a 4-month-old baby, Hossam now faces a dire reality: how to protect his family from illness, hunger, and the constant threats of their surroundings.

Hossam’s plea is simple yet urgent—he hopes to treat his son Bashar, find a safer tent for his family, and ensure his children can sleep without fear of rats or stray animals. Every donation, no matter how small, can help Hossam rebuild a safer life for his family. Your support could provide the relief they so desperately need and bring hope to a family struggling to survive in unimaginable conditions.

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men, minors dni

councilor!sevika x assistant!reader headcanons

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i have too many thoughts about miss councilor sevika (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

◗ 　they get on each other's nervs at first. sevika is still too new for her position and the need to prove herself to the most of the council drives her insane, cause those fucks are hella dense. so she's constantly on the edge, trying to wiggle between mentally fighting for her people on the meetings and actually taking part in rebuilding of zaun. and sometimes (or a lot of times) sevika sees reader as just another nuisances and a person who's ready to judge her just because she's not from piltover

◗ 　reader on the other hand just can't comprehend sevika's nature. she was raised and worked for years in a more "higher context culture" if you can call it so, so she's shoked how straight to the point sevika is, often taking it as nothing but rudeness. reader also can't say much to sevika, since she can't make herself speak up, taught to be respecrful and obedient to her supiriors, leaving a lot of space to passive aggression

◗ 　 they're taking all the first places in the misunderstanding and miscommunication competition

◗ 　sevika hates how reader is set on the formal speech with her. "stop calling me councilor" "that's who you are" "yeah but you don't have to say it in every sentence, you sound like some wind-up toy" "okay, ma'am, I'll take you wish into account".

◗ 　she realises that reader calling her "ma'am" is worse but not for the same reasons

◗ 　 their relationship is very much about learning and understanding each other and those around you. mostly for reader, cause she was brought up with a mindset of zaunites being someone lesser. and even though she follows etiquette, trying to be polite and serve as a perfect assistant, cause her whole life she dreamed of working with someone who changes other people's lifes, or even being that person, she can be judgmental towards sevika, refusing to see her point of view properly

◗ 　 eventually they get closer and more comfortable with each other, which means reader drops her nice formal persona with her passive aggressiveness, and they actually menage to solve more problems while arguing and letting the steam out than just walking around on eggshells for days

◗ 　 that's when sevika starts fall for reader. it's like reader's mask slipped and she can finally see a real person and not a workaholic machine. she loves how both sassy and caring reader can be. their fights now end in laughter and omg they also can say sorry to each other

◗ 　 sevika insists on brining reader to any important event, where plus one is required. because reader helps her monitor her actions and gives helpful insides of other participants of course, not because she just wants to spend time with her, definitely not

◗ 　and reader is oblivious™. she's so happy, she finally doesn't hate her work and her and sevika can even be called friends, she doesn't notice any move sevika makes, simply thinking it's nothing but platonic gestures

◗ 　 eventually she snaps. "are you straight?" "what?" "i asked around, and people said you're into women. did they lie?" "n-no" "then what?" "what what?" "if it's just me you don't like you could've said so"

◗ 　 reader is of course shocked. she has to take couple of days off, embarrassed with how blind she was and to think the situation through

◗ �� next time they meet reader refuses sevika, saying it's not right to have a romantic involvement with any colleague, especially not with your boss. sevika understands and agrees

◗ 　 well actually she doesn't. a compliment here, a touch there. sevika does nothing too provocative so reader can't say she's acting improper. but she's just playing a long game

◗ 　 and yes, it works. months of teasing ruins poor reader's morals. flustered and very much horny she tugs sevika into a kiss on just a normal tuesday in councilor's office

◗ they may or may not have sex right there they definitely do

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kay, a bit messy. definitely gonna do part two or a full drubble with them later

[fathialhaj]

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To save the lives of two children.

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These children were not born to endure such suffering.

For over 420 days, we have been searching daily for food and water for them, instead of opportunities for education and growth.

We seek warmth for them in this freezing weather as they take shelter in ruins, after losing their once warm and loving home.

Their home, school, and dreams have been destroyed, yet we still hold onto hope.

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[majedgerbawi]

To every kind heart, to everyone who carries compassion and humanity within them,

Today, I write to you as a father who lost everything in a moment of chaos and violence. It has been a full year since we lost our home—the refuge that once sheltered my family and embraced us with warmth and safety. Our home was not just walls; it was a part of our souls, a place where we wove our dreams, and where my children dreamed of a better future.😔

In one harrowing moment, all those memories vanished under the rubble of bombing, and our home turned into ruins that took with it every cherished moment we lived. The destruction was not limited to our house; it extended to shattering the sense of security in the hearts of my children, who suddenly found themselves facing a harsh reality filled with fear and anxiety. They lost their childhood, their safety, and even the freedom to dream as they once did.🥺

Today, I write to you as a father, helpless before the needs of his children, yet holding onto the hope that my plea will resonate with your compassionate hearts. My greatest wish is to be able to secure a safe haven for them—a shelter that restores some semblance of the life they lost and erases a part of the pain they endured. I beg you to extend a helping hand to us, to be the reason that hope returns to my children’s faces, those who have known nothing but the suffering of displacement and the loss of dreams.🙏🏻🇵🇸🇵🇸

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