#she is the most PRECIOUS protect her!!!!!!!!

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Girl Dad Sylus Headcanons ♥︎

Warnings: slight allusions to self harm.

other than that, there is nothing here but pure fluff and maybe some comfort(?)

I love how a large part of the fandom looks at Sylus and collectively agrees "he'll be a girl dad". And needless to say, I'm very much part of the Girl Dad Sylus Truthers, so I figured I should contribute some more to the agenda (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟAs always, I haven't really proofread this, but I at least tried to be somewhat organized dhdjfj

Also, I'm currently at the airport bored out of my mind so this got pretty long. It was such a pleasant way to spend the time and so I didn't hold myself back at all. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

Credit to @/fawndollie for the divider ♡

Sylus' daughter will always be well provided for emotionally, financially, you name it. Unlike him, she won't want for a single thing growing up.

He would ideally want more than one child so that his kid won't ever be lacking a companion her own age. And in his mind, the more the merrier. But he ultimately leaves it up to MC to decide.

Has sung to his little girl ever since she lay in her mother's womb.

Showers her with unconditional love and affection from the very moment she takes her first breath.

Cries when he first holds her. His baby girl makes him feel more vulnerable than he ever imagined himself capable of. He is wrapped around her tiny finger from that moment on.

Can't stop marveling at her or touching her. He has never laid eyes on anything as perfect as his tiny, wailing newborn. The fact that a fiend like him had a part in making something so precious, so innocent... he can hardly believe it.

The immense joy and peace her birth has brought to his heart and soul never dims.

Adjusts his entire sleep schedule to spend time with and take care of her.

Very hands on from the beginning. He takes just as much responsibility as his wife in caring for their daughter.

Has a habit of building his baby soft little nests from blankets and the like (he's a dragon, after all). He likes to curl around her and the nest protectively when she naps.

Is absolutely the type of dad to wear a baby carrier.

Is also the kind of dad that takes tons of pictures of his child. Enough to fill up albums. He wants to commemorate and treasure every single moment.

Her first laugh is the sweetest, most beautiful sound he has heard in all his aeons of life. He absolutely delights in bringing that precious sound out of her no matter how old she gets.

Uses cute nicknames like "Baby", "Princess", "Sweetheart", "Munchkin", "My Little Dove", "Tiger"

His heart melts the first time his little girl says "Dada". And let's not even talk about the first time she says "I love you" (He gets misty eyed). His heart never stops melting, no matter how many times he hears her say either.

Gets very excited about her first birthday and goes all in planning it. And with each birthday that comes, his joy and his pride in his little princess' growth and milestones only increase.

Most likely develops mild back pain due to spending so much time with his tall frame bent down to accommodate his child. But to Sylus, that is a tiny price to pay in exchange for spending time with his baby girl.

Delights in telling her bedtime stories, especially fairytales involving dragons and princesses.

Baking is another common bonding activity.

Enjoys being out in nature with her, and early on imbues her with respect and care for wildlife. Also teaches her how to make pretty flower crowns.

Regularly takes her on daddy daughter dates. (This is them)

Absolutely 100% spoils her. She has more toys and games than she can feasibly play with. If she ever mentions that she likes or wants something even once she will have it by the very next day.

That being said, Sylus is not a pushover and can be strict when it's for her own good. She has timeouts (and curfews once allowed out on her own). She can't always have whatever food strikes her fancy, especially not when sick. He won't give in to tantrums. He scolds her when appropriate (but gently and with empathy and whilst taking the time to also listen to her).

He never raises his voice at her. Ever.

Stays up with her all night when she is ill, comforting and caring for her. Holds her in his arms when she cries, softly sings her her favorite songs, and gently strokes her hair or rubs her back.

Like him, his daughter loves to sing, and also like him, she cannot carry a tune. When she begs him to buy a karaoke machine, he isn't difficult to convince, and the enthusiastic but tone deaf daddy daughter duo has lots of fun torturing the poor machine with their... unique vocals.

Sylus is of course very proud of his daughter's singing. And for her part, Sylus' daughter genuinely adores her dad's singing. Maybe because she is part dragon herself, or perhaps because she has heard his singing for as long as she can remember and even earlier still. Likely both.

He adores her carefree childish chatter, and listens attentively to what she has to say, nodding, commenting and asking follow up questions. She always feels seen and heard and valued by him.

Very physically affectionate towards her. He loves it when she crawls into his lap and puts her little arms around his neck for a cuddle, or when she runs up to him with outstretched arms wanting to be carried by him.

Because he is a giant, his little girl often uses him as a personal jungle gym, and he lets her do so without complaint, finding it amusing.

A wonderful playmate. He loves to play with her, especially pretend. He goes all in for her sake, always creating as fun and exciting a game as possible. Her laughter and shrieks of joy heal his inner child.

Like her mother, Sylus' little girl has a habit of falling asleep in his lap or atop his chest when she is tuckered out. Sylus adores it.

Wears the colorful bracelets she makes him in preschool with love and pride. Those, along with the drawings and barely legible little notes she gives him are some of his greatest treasures. Much more valuable than any of the gems in his vast collection.

Lets her put glitter, stickers, hair ties etc. on him and will wear them without feeling the least bit self conscious. He knows how happy it makes his daughter and he is proud of her handiwork and creativity.

Often does her hair. He has perfected the craft by the time she starts school, and her braids are the envy of her classmates.

Always shows up to her recitals without fail. Business meeting? Consider it canceled. He is not missing his baby's performance for the world.

He helps her practice beforehand, singing and dancing with her and helping her pick out the prettiest dress. Will also participate if she gets stage fright

Extremely patient and emotionally attentive. He respects and communicates with his daughter. Asks her questions and listens attentively to her answers.

Very good at soothing and calming his little girl. For example, he is the type of parent to ask when she takes a fall whilst learning to ride a bike "Did it hurt you or did it scare you?" and to both comfort and talk her through it.

Takes immense pride witnessing her negotiating skills whilst exchanging things like sweets or stickers with their friends.

Encourages and takes an interest in her hobbies, be it science, sports, girl scouts, gaming, etc.

As she grows, he revels in making her groan and roll her eyes with his arsenal of dad jokes. He was born for this.

Takes her on motorcycle rides once she grows old enough, and will also be the one to teach her how to drive herself when she wants to get a license.

Teaches her self defense from a pretty early age.

He is very protective of her and has laid out certain rules she must always follow for her safety, but he is not at all stifling or controlling. He understands and values the importance of his child developing her independence and individuality.

He makes sure that she has impenetrable confidence in herself and that she never doubts her potential.

He also does all he can to instill self love in her from the beginning. He knows what it is to hate one's appearance, to feel "wrong", and what that can lead to. He doesn't want his own child to ever feel the same way he once did, and so he early on reveals his horns and tail to her, wanting to teach her that looking or being different than most doesn't make you less than your peers – it makes you unique, makes you you, and it's something to be proud of.

Keeps tabs on her location via Mephisto when she is on her first date.

Is furious when she has her heart broken for the first time, his own clenching painfully as she sobs into his chest. But despite his anger, and his desire to go disintegrate the idiot who did this to his little girl, he restrains himself, focusing on his child and on comforting and being there for her. As he always has and always will.

Come what may, he loves, supports, and stands by his daughter unconditionally.

[extremely-judgemental]

I am sick of seeing ‘Tamlin is a narcissist’ ‘Nesta is a narcissist’ all over this fandom and so now you get an unsolicited lesson in psychology because these accusations are driving me crazy! I’ve dealt with narcissists all my life, and no, it’s not code for ‘I hate them and they ignored my feelings that one time, so they must be a narcissist’ but people with legit condition, and one of them being my biological father.

This isn’t a judgement on anyone with personality disorders. Modern media loves to glorify them as the driving force behind all evil in the world when not everyone diagnosed is plotting to destroy lives. Narcissism is a vast subject and can’t be dumbed down in a few bullet points. The following are the common traits associated with this condition and a true narcissist will check most of these boxes.

Exaggerated sense of self-worth: They believe they are special and unique. They have superiority complex and regard themselves on high standards that are ‘unachievable’ for normal people. Everything they do and say is remarkable because they did it. Their whole existence in your life itself should be treated as the Second Coming of Christ.

Now, the two characters in the entire series with the such low opinions about themselves that the combined value of their self-worth is in the negatives are Tamlin and Nesta. And you are calling them narcissists?

Entitlement: As a result, narcissists believe they are special, that they deserve special treatments. So they are above punishment or can get away with anything since they are wiser and nobler than everyone around them. You should treat them as the sun and the moon and the stars in your life. If not, they won’t stick around. If not, you are the entitled one disrespecting them.

When are Nesta and Tamlin given special treatments or shown to want it? They are literally treated as doormats by everyone. And Nesta sees herself as an accessory to others. She is Feyre’s sister. She is Elain’s protector. She is Cassian’s mate. She is a friend of Gwyneth and Emerie. During the Blood Rite, she is dispensable so they could live. She doesn’t even see herself as a person on her own.

Obsession with self-image: Narcissist have a carefully crafted persona for the public so they are perceived as nothing short of perfection. Their friends, their family, their career, their lifestyle—everything exists to reaffirm that image and serve them in one way or the other. It’s their way of obtaining public validation to satisfy their ego.

After their family recovers from poverty, the last thing Nesta is worried about is how others see her. Don’t even get me started on Tamlin. He’s been an open book from the start and never did anything for himself.

Self-preservation: Narcissists have a strong instinct to protect themselves because they can’t ruin the reputation they worked so hard to build. There is no way they are putting themselves in harm’s way for the sake of others. They are just too precious. There is a subset of this condition where they may stand up for social causes but that is again a projection of their self-worth and inflation of ego. Okay, I’m digressing.

Nesta went to Wall looking for Feyre. She scried and went to the Middle so Elain doesn’t have to. She stayed behind to fight so Emerie and Gwyn could survive.

Tamlin literally doesn’t know what that word means. He’s been wrecking his life and image left and right ever since the beginning.

Craving for power, attention and dominance: Most of what a narcissist wants is for external validation. Power, beauty, success, fame—whatever earns them that. And anyone who doesn’t offer this to a narcissist becomes inferior. Also, since they think so highly of themselves they only respect the ones who possess what they believe they have or they wish to have. If they want power, they will respect ones with power, because they are equals now. And, lying goes hand in hand with narcissism as they want to protect their facade by all means. It’s easier to control the narrative when they are in ultimate power.

When did Nesta want power or dominance? Over and over again we see her to want to be left alone. After their family came into wealth, if she were a narcissist, she would be hosting parties, scoring the wealthiest man to secure her future, have left her family right away. If she were a narcissist, she’d thrive in the attention she was receiving after the war. She would’ve been a weeping mess so her sisters could coddle her.

I can’t believe I even have to explain for Tamlin. He hates the title of High Lord and the distance it forces between him and his friends. He uses his title when his decision is opposed and when his fears are justified (which is most of the times) and people don’t listen to him otherwise. He is seen to only pull ranks when he is left with no other choice.

Need for praise and validation: A narcissist loves to talk about themselves and their achievements. They are too special for others to understand, so the attention they get satisfies them for a while and strokes their ego. They will surround themselves with people who validate their fantasies of grandeur. And anyone who doesn’t is demonised for life irrespective of their true nature.

Remember the time when Nesta willing boasted about all her trauma to anyone who listened? Or her experience with the Cauldron at the High Lord meeting? Remember when Tamlin cried to Feyre every night about his experience UtM? Or how it’s so hard for him to restore his court all the while protecting her and so she should be grateful to him and dote on him? Yeah, no one in the book either.

Sensitivity to external perception: Narcissists can’t take criticism well as they see everything as a threat to their self-image. They will never admit their shortcomings as in their minds, they can do no wrong.

Tamlin and Nesta have received nothing but criticism from everyone throughout the series. Most of the times, they admit it themselves, apologise, and work to be better.

Competitive and envious: Everyone gets jealous, but it’s heightened for narcissists. Everything is a competition and everyone is jealous of them because of their exaggerated achievements and self-importance. And their sense of jealousy doesn’t come from a place a lack, but entitlement: ‘I deserve it more than them, and so it should be mine’.

Just, where? Nesta and Tamlin are barely holding their lives together to even worry about what others have. If anything they want to give up what they already do have for some peace.

Lack of empathy: Narcissists don’t feel empathy, so they can’t feel guilt either. It allows them to exploit others without remorse. They will justify their actions and never take responsibility for it because of their entitlement—everyone is a monkey in their circus.

If Feyre’s hunting is an exploitation by Nesta, then Feyre exploited Nesta’s labour at home. Their life during poverty is two little girls trying to survive in a terribly dysfunctional family in extreme conditions. They were abused and exploited by their father, not each other.

And Tamlin takes on every burden upon himself and stumbles through it without expecting anyone to understand him. He wears his mistakes openly as much as he does his rights.

And these two are nothing but a walking lump of guilt and empathy.

I’m sorry that not everything revolves around Feyre and I’m sorry that Nesta didn’t put her on a pedestal every day of her life. Besides, it didn’t work out so well for Tamlin when he did either.

Nesta is self-sabotaging because of the pain she carries. Her self-centredness stems from guilt that she wasn’t enough for others and didn’t live up to their expectations. She is not a narcissist for finally succumbing to the shame and pain that she has been living with ever since their mother died and family went into poverty, especially when everyone around her loves to rub it in her face.

And Tamlin is a broken man afraid of being helpless again after he witnessed his people suffer and die for him for decades, and his partner be sexually assaulted every night for two months all because she came to his rescue. His domineering tendencies are a manifestation of his fears of failing the people he loves.

But, do you wanna know who is actually a narcissist in the entire series? Take a wild fucking guess. If I start listing names, there’s gonna an army crying over a cardboard cutout who has zero personality other than a mate and some flowers, and a stupid overgrown man-child who can’t think about anything but his dick for more than two fucking seconds.

See, it’s easy to label someone as a narcissist when you already have a low opinion of them. Everything they do is selfish, self-centred, and manipulative. You are allowed to love or hate any character you want, that’s your prerogative as a reader. Hate Nesta all you want, hate Tamlin too. But why do you have to mischaracterise them with a disorder that’s already stigmatised in the society?

And, narcissism is a spectrum just like everything else and not everyone who exhibits these tendencies are a narcissist. And not everyone diagnosed is pure evil. I assure you most of you won’t even recognise one if you meet them. If your gauge is based on one life event, I have news for you—even you will qualify as a narcissist.

These disorders are not a moral failing, instead a condition they are born with. These people don’t get to choose how their brains are wired and they struggle to live by certain normal, socially accepted principles that they don’t/can’t understand. They can’t open up about their issues without someone villainizing them for no other reason than their conditions.

Oh but you, with your perfect brain and your perfect morals and perfect ideals, the proclaimed advocates of victims and survivors are walking around calling people names and accusing them of being an abuser because they like a fictional character?

Honestly, you are worse than the people you demonise because you are aware of your actions and you are choosing to be a bitch.

Your opinion is not a fact. Not everyone you hate is a narcissist. Not everyone you hate is a psychopath. And you are neither cute nor smart for slapping these label on others to justify your hatred. Just say you hate a character and shut up.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"That's what I wanted most. I don't want to be treated specially based on my gender. Just ... normally."

SUGIE TAISHI AS HARU. KAWARETO OTOKO (2024). EPISODE EIGHT.

[sincerely-sofie]

I’m the anon that sent in all the Ruby stuff! It makes me so happy that you love her so much. I didn’t expect her to be such a beloved character to you and I was kind of nervous that you would have hated her tbh. ^^;

Something Ruby related — I had a fic about Twig and co. confronting the siblings before I ultimately scrapped it because I could not write villainous characters without making them feel cliché. I do remember this one line said by Ruby’s sister when she lashes out towards Twig:

“You wouldn’t get it. You have a cushy life style and you baby your daughter instead of actually raising her. We’re doing that ungrateful, spoiled brat a favor — we’re teaching her how to survive. You wouldn’t know the meaning of that with that silver spoon in your mouth.”

I don’t blame you for struggling with not making the siblings feel cliché— writing villainous characters gets 900x more difficult the second you don’t want to make them sympathetic. Ark was fairly simple for me to write, even in scrapped scenes where he was all-in with his villainous role during the events of the post-game. Twig’s aunt, meanwhile, gave me a heck of a hard time while I was developing her backstory.

[shinmiyovvi]

「Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies Oc Trivia: Primis Valena」

Note: This trivia will be updated when another tidbit is added on the list.

POSITIVE:

Lena is a kind-hearted soul like her mother Lumina. She was considered an angel by anyone around her and she got the nickname "Anghel".

She learned how to play the guitar from Tulio and they would try to sing as many songs as they wanted during their time.

Lena and her uncle Felipe had a strained relationship together when her parents were still alive. Felipe would get scolded by his wife Rosalina if he ever tries to make her cry since Felipe hates hearing Lena whimper or even begging him to buy her sorbetes (an ice cream that is made from water buffalo/carabao's milk)

Regarding types of men, she likes a guy who would help her out in the house rather than being a couch potato. Lena adopted her mother's death stare at some point so she may use it as an advantage to threaten their partner if they ever try to be lazy. She loves getting affection so expect to see her very clingy when sleeping with her partner or even just sitting on a couch while looking at the sky through the window. Lena is a sucker for getting smooches on her face or even returning the favor to her loved one. If her loved one confesses their feelings to her or gives her a kiss on the cheek/lips, she will freeze and turn into a cute tomato.

Lena keeps her hair in a ponytail or in a bun. There is only a rare moment where Lena cuts her hair short when she recalls it, she ends up feeling like she looks like Licia if she ends up giving herself a boy cut.

The pendant she is wearing is a birthday gift from her late lover Sgt. George Huxley.

She has a slight crush on Dempsey during Origins but she shakes off that feeling and ends up slowly falling in love with Nikolai due to how his personality resembles a lot of her late lover.

Lena loves to collect flowers, mostly sampaguitas which she would make into a necklace (Which is very popular in small businesses in the country), roses, tulips, dandelions, and lavender.

Since Lena resembles a bit of her mother, there is no doubt that she has the same smile as Lumina does. Every man would find her beautiful and angelic as her smile can instantly melt their hearts.

Like her Ultimis counterpart, she usually draws on her journal to pass the time. If you ever have the chance to look at her journal, you will see some portraits of herself, the crew, and her family and friends.

Her uncle taught her how to fight and use a rifle while her aunt taught her how to speak Russian, German, Japanese, and English.

Lena considered Felipe and Rosalina as her own parents while Marcelo and Dolores were considered as her siblings since she was the only child of her family.

Lena has the most cutest giggles. Whether is just a small chuckle or a sudden burst of laughter, you can imagine how she could make a man go head over heels for her.

Pouting is one of her habits whenever she tries to disagree with something.

NEGATIVE:

Lena tends to overthink a lot which causes her to stare into the abyss and stay silent.

She doubts herself if she begins to feel pressured by someone, especially if the situation is crucial and needs her full attention.

She got a graze under her right eye from Ji Eun which she accidentally mentioned about her father as she observed that Ji Eun has a grudge against her father. Nikolai got angry at Ji Eun for grazing her face which she scoffed and left the two alone.

Lena tends to blame herself if something wrong happens, even if she didn't do it.

She is the type of person who keeps apologizing for the simplest thing in existence as people keep telling her to stop apologizing but she doesn't.

Lena constantly gets nightmares about her parents' deaths which weighed her shoulders a lot. She would often tell the others how lucky they are to have their own parents seeing them grow up and achieve their dreams to make them proud.

There is a time when Lena loses her temper and shouts at Nikolai during the events of BoTD where she also hits his face out of anger but later apologizes and the two make up with each other.

Lena mostly bottles up her emotions but during the events of Revelations, she breaks down in tears after Dr. Monty mentions her parents which he told everyone how much they loved Licia and cherished her.

After the death of her parents, Lena goes through the 5 stages of Grief which she starts to lose hope in her life until she slowly accepts it and moves on to be happy. It happens again as she begins to sulk and mourn George's death. She then continues to accept the reality, trying to fulfill George's wish by letting her move on and find someone who would love her better than him.

Lena considers herself a personification of Death to her loved ones as she often tries to distance herself from them for their own safety.

Lena would sometimes act like she's not being herself which concerns the others. She reassures the crew that she is fine and feels tired on their journey but in reality, she is NOT fine and needs someone's comfort.

[fenharel-archived]

nooo i didnt make ysi/astarions dhampir kids in the cc aha i swear-

[kakusu-shipping]

I saw you were making moodboards for mutuals' self-ships, and I was wondering if you could make one for me and Moira? You've listened to me ramble a lot about her at this point and I'd be curious to see your take on our relationship [@solar-ships]

I started this with entirely too much Text and slowly chipped away at it with images that held the same-ish energy. I went in not knowing your colors but it's an unbalanced relationship anyway so it makes sense for her pallet to overtake it.. I think.

[wasimhourani1]

‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

🥶We're freezing🥶

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

I also want to ask for help for my mother, who is the most precious thing in my life. Without her, I am nothing...

She has a back cartilage disease and is in great pain. She needs physical therapy, medicine, and vitamins, and I am unable to provide them. Help my mother receive treatment.🙏🙏😭

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@gazavetters

[yeonban]

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

@antinomos asked: ★ Miwa @ Kokichi 🥺

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face (only to keep her safe) / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish (which is refreshing in the bleak jujutsu world he's used to) / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back (only to keep her safe) / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else

[gaza-giving-tree]

Video: Hossam Al-Qazzaz has recently given us a glimpse of a day in the life of his family through a video he sent to us, featuring his infant daughter Habiba, son Bashar, and other daughter Diana. Despite their living conditions, Hossam does his best to keep his children's spirits high.

@hanon-qazaz

Story written by @rumiandroses

Imagine being born into a world where the first sounds you hear are explosions, the hum of drones, and the cries of your family fleeing for their lives. This is the reality for Habiba Al-Qazzaz, a precious baby girl who has known nothing but war, displacement, and hunger in her short life. Born in Gaza amidst the ongoing conflict that began on October 7, 2023, Habiba has spent much of her existence so far in uncertainty, hunger, and fear.

This precious little girl is not even a year old, and already, she has suffered through unimaginable hardship.

Her parents, Hossam and Hanan Al-Qazzaz, are doing everything they can to care for Habiba and her three siblings—Bashar (9), Hani (8), and Diana (4). But the relentless devastation of Gaza’s infrastructure has made survival nearly impossible. With no stable income and essential supplies priced beyond reach, the Al-Qazzaz family is fighting a daily battle just to keep their children warm, fed, and safe.

Their GoFundMe campaign has been their only lifeline, allowing them to afford the most basic necessities—food, water, milk for Habiba. Yet despite the thousands of people who have seen and shared their plea, donations have been coming in at a painfully slow pace. Since last year, they have managed to raise only €2,000, an amount tragically short of their €55,000 goal—the sum they had hoped would allow them to evacuate to Egypt with Hossam’s elderly parents and start anew.

Forced to Live on Top of Rubble

Images: (Top) Bashar, Hani, and Diana, still able to smile in spite of the devastation they've been forced to endure. (Bottom) Hossam Al-Qazzaz, as he does his best to clear their destroyed home of debris to make it slightly more suitable for habitation.

As time passed and donations fell short, the family was forced to abandon their dreams of escape. Instead, they now live atop the ruins of their destroyed home, sheltered only by a fragile tent that does little to protect them from the cold, roaming animals, or the ever-present danger of violence. Their reality is bleak, and their options are running out.

On February 8, 2025, Hanan reached out to us with an update on her family's condition:

Image: Hanan's update message to us, informing us of her family's current condition.

The freezing temperatures persist. Her children are crying for warmth in a shelter that provides no protection from the elements.

This is Not a Call for Comfort—It’s a Plea for Survival!

The Al-Qazzaz family is NOT asking for luxuries. They are asking for the bare minimum:

🧤🧣Warmth for their children.

🍞💧 Food and clean water.

🏠🚪A secure shelter.

With further violence looming, the time to act is NOW.

How You Can Help

🔹 Donate to the Al-Qazzaz Family’s GoFundMe to help provide food, warmth, and shelter for Habiba and her family. Every contribution—no matter how small—makes an impact. [DONATE HERE] 🍞💧🍼🧦🧣🧤🏥

🔹 Support the Chuffed Campaign created by our founder, Bethany-Grace, as an additional fundraiser to help the family rebuild their lives. This ensures they don’t have to choose between saving money for the future and feeding their children today. [DONATE HERE] 🌱🏠🛫🕊️

🔹 If you cannot donate, PLEASE share this post. The more people see their story, the greater the chance of reaching someone who can help. EVERY like, share, and repost helps.

The Al-Qazzaz family’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is #287 on their list of verified campaigns.

A Family of Resilience and Kindness

Hossam Al-Qazzaz is also the cousin of Falestine Asad, another courageous individual struggling to keep her infant child safe in war-torn Gaza. Both Hossam and Falestine are some of the kindest and humblest people you will ever meet. If you can, we encourage you to view and share both of their campaigns, and to donate if possible.

Together, we can help the Al-Qazzaz family find the security, warmth, and stability they so desperately need.

No child should have to suffer like these poor babies have.

Let’s all be part of the reason they make it through another day, and into a brighter, more peaceful future. 🙏🏻🕊️💗

[queenwille]

do you now? i mean know “the zionists’ true face”? lmao or is it you who needs a little help with being honest and not spreading the most debunkable propaganda

1. sis was injured before going into israeli prison (well, allegedly the car exploding at the checkpoint was considered on purpose and it was the reason for her arrest. nevertheless, it was before her arrest)

2. this is an actual photo of how emily damari returned from captivity:

emily damari, a civilian that was taken from her home with her neighbor Gali, that rushed from his home to be with her so she won’t be alone.

she lost her 2 fingers from being shot at short range. not pictured: her leg that was also shot and had an open wound for months.

[Gali and his twin brother Ziv, are both civilians that were taken from their homes on a saturday morning and are still held hostage in gaza for 573 today. with them are 57 men and women, at least 24 of them (including gali and ziv) still alive. BRING THEM HOME NOW. 🎗️]

I wish I was a hostage for Hamas I definitely would be treated as a Queen.

As for the IDF, they vent their anger and psychological illness on prisoners and hostages, sick and merciless people with sick hearts.

eyes never lie, we can clearly see the difference.

We all know the true face of the Zionists disgusting pigs!

[chuluoyi]

✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby��s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

[cloudwisp]

Girl Dad!Sylus where he’s seated on the couch with his little girl perched in his lap, smiling and kicking her feet cutely as she holds a drawing she made in class earlier in the afternoon. She glances up at him every now and again, her warm eyes holding an honest sparkle and excitement to have him listen to a fairytale of her own making. His gaze softens when he sees the resemblance of himself and you taking on the role of a half-dragon and the kingdom’s princess falling in love, holding hands, and living happily together in the large castle behind them.

Sylus follows closely to her every word from start to finish even as she gestures widely with her hands, and he can’t help but marvel at her creativity and talent for story-telling. He’s reminded that she’s very much like her mother when he finds himself in the doorway listening to you read her bedtime stories. “That’s beautiful, sweetheart. Who is the princess in your drawing?” He taps gently against the paper and she beams with renewed giddiness to reveal the inspiration behind her most beloved characters.

“Mama, of course! Mama is the princess and papa is the dragon.” She explains thoughtfully and redirects his attention to a small section where his dragon counterpart is seen gifting his princess flowers. She observed him doing that enough times as a small token of affection to make you feel loved and cherished and she wanted to include it in her drawing.

Sylus smiles fondly at the sentiment, his heart full of tenderness at his daughter’s words and interpretation of love just by watching his sweet devotion to you. “I see. Your mama is the princess because she’s beautiful and kind. And why am I the dragon?”

“Because you’re strong and powerful. And you protect us, like a dragon protects his treasure.” She says with utmost confidence along with an adorable nod. He chuckles and strokes her head lovingly before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her crown. She was right that you both are precious like treasures to him and he intends to keep you and his daughter safe from harm’s way just as he promised then and upholds even now.

“Then I’ll continue being your fierce protector, just like a dragon.”

[oneofreid]

a maternal wish (18+)

summary: in which she wants to be a mother and spencer reid is willing to make that wish come true.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: (NSFW) slow burn smut i promise it’s worth it, talks about pregnancy and possible infertility, slight spanking, explicit language, unprotected (p in v) sex, oral sex (m!receiving AND f!receiving), hints of breeding kink if you squint

a/n: i didn’t realize how long i made this. atp i just let my mind do the work while i type. is this cannon? no. will i still post it? yea. masterlist

When you were younger, you always knew you wanted to be a mother. The idea of bringing another life into this world and being able to call them ‘yours’ creating a warm and familiar feeling. One that set off your own maternal instinct. Yearning to love and protect a child of your own as you watched them grow into their own individual person. Teaching them everything that you know, telling them stories of your own childhood, creating countless memories that you can look back on, celebrating their highs and comforting them during their lows. But most of all, the one you craved the most, the bond you would have with your own mini me as you saw the love and magic through their eyes.

Not to mention the many compliments you have received whenever you babysat your nieces and nephews, their mothers telling you how much of an amazing mother you would make someday.

Someday.

That word echoed in your mind as you walked past the countless of mothers in New York. A pang of sadness and jealousy always striking you as you envied them. The happiness in their faces while they walked with their child whether it was one or two maybe even three or four. An ache in your chest grew as you wondered what it would be like to nurture a child. One that you could give the life that you never got to learn.

Everybody knew how badly you wanted to be a mother. Spending countless hours beaming about babies and all things surrounding pregnancy, your teammates — and best friends, JJ, Emily, and Penelope always being the ones first hand to experience this side of you.

Constantly having to drag you away from the baby sections in stores, or listen to you gush about how cute a baby was that you passed.

‘Look how cute and chubby their tiny hands are! I would give anything to squeeze them.’

They could never get enough of your constant daydreams as you talked about motherhood. Envisioning what your life would look like taking care of a mini you. Only praying that one day that dream of yours would come true.

It was a slow day at the BAU, all of you doing your own thing as you sprawled out on the couch. Your feet laying on JJ’s lap while Penelope was on the opposite end, dully scrolling through the channels on the TV in your breakroom. All of you sat in silence until a photo of your cousin with her newborn baby girl popped up on your phone. The familiar ache in your chest appeared as you showed all three of the girls.

“Look how tiny she is,” you exclaimed. Adoring how precious the bundle of joy looked in her tiny hat and little fists balled up. All of them joining you in gushing about how adorable the petite newborn was.

“I just want one so bad,” you sighed. Shutting off your phone as you pressed your eyes shut. The weight of your longing to have a child of your own was heavy on your mind.

“You could always get a sperm donor, you know? I know you said you hated the idea and wanted the baby to grow up with both parental figures. But maybe look more into it, your baby would have an amazing group of uncles and aunts to love and protect them,” JJ assured you, giving you a knowing smile that even if you did decide to raise a baby alone. You and the baby would have plenty of support from the BAU, and the few family members who stuck around once you left your hometown & past life behind.

“Not to mention, you would make the best mommy ever to her! Or him…they would have the best mommy ever. And oh my gosh, how could I forget, pregnancy would look absolutely stunning on you. Kissed by the pregnancy Gods with that glow,” Penelope gushed. JJ and Emily agreeing with her on the fact that a growing baby bump would suit you well.

“I don’t know guys…I’m about to turn 36 years old. My time to have a baby of my own is practically gone. I should just forget it and stay being the cool, rich, secret spy aunt.” You sighed, sitting up from your position on the couch to run a stressed hand through your hair.

“That’s not actually true,” all of you turned your attention towards the tall figure who stood in the doorway, “I mean yes, the number of eggs a woman has in her ovaries does decline as she ages. However, it’s not totally impossible to have a child at your age. 20% of woman usually end up having kids after the after of 35. Erramatti Mangayamma, a woman living in India, was 73 when she gave birth to her child through IVF.”

The four of you stared at Spencer Reid, for what felt like longer than a minute before you spoke up, “I’m just tired of waiting for the right person to have a kid with. That’s what’s holding me back,” you blinked away a few tears that threatened to spill out, “I want the perfect family. Two loving parents. One solid household. Something I never got myself,” you continued.

The room grew quiet again. Nobody knowing what exactly to say as everyone gave you a sympathetic look, JJ offering you gentle squeeze on your shoulder. Spencer awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another as he began to ponder in his mind.

He wanted a baby too. He just wasn’t sure if he was the perfect fit, your ideal father figure for yours.

Emily jumped up. Her phone going off, “Sorry to interrupt guys but we’ve got a case. Hotch wants us in the briefing room now.”

Everyone standing up to leave. Just before you could follow the others, Spencer lightly grabbed your arm. Stopping you completely in your tracks. His warm eyes already filled with some form of hesitation.

“Hey, after we’re done. Let’s meet at my apartment, our usual time. Okay?,” he whispered. Making sure no one else around you could hear. His tone slightly different and his demeanor more on edge, nervous, than before.

“Of course, is everything alright?,” you questioned.

Spencer gulped, offering you a small smile. “Yea, yea everything is perfect. I just…I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Spence,” you smiled. Leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his temple before heading towards the briefing room. Leaving him alone with his thoughts as he followed slowly behind you.

His stomach suddenly tying itself together in knots as the idea of having a kid together, with you ran through his mind.

Spencer always wanted to have a child of his own. Although life had a different plan for him, he was always still open to the idea of one day settling down and starting a family with someone. As time passed by and he got older, just like you, the dream that he once had seemed to be fading away.

That was until he began exploring his relationship. Although you two kept it strictly sexual, friends with benefits at most, the idea of you two getting married and becoming something more always lingered in the back of his mind.

Yet, for some odd reason, neither of you ever had the courage to finally make that move. Afraid that you’d ruin what you already have seeing as you two both had complicated love life’s. So you just stuck to being co-workers that happened friends who liked to fuck sometimes. Okay, more like any chance you got.

Or as it was actually called, friends with benefits.

Fumbling with the material of your shirt, you found yourself at the foot of Spencer’s door later that night. The place you always found yourself at where you indulged in cheesy rom-coms, read your weekly novels together, learned a new recipe, or talked about different wide world phenomenons and conspiracy theories. A space where you were welcomed to let your wildest sexual fantasies come true as Spencer made love to you in endless ways.

Your heart began to race as you contemplated actually knocking or turning around to leave. A feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that tonight would be different.

Not having any time to second guess and change your mind, Spencer’s door flew open. His brown eyes staring right at you, your body already growing hot and bothered at the thoughts of the countless positions he will put you in.

“Hey,” Spencer spoke, a grin already making its way onto his face.

Your heart fluttered even though you had just seen him a few hours prior when you had landed back from yesterday’s case, “Hey.”

“Uhm. Hey, Come on in,” he moved out of the way. Leaning against his door, extending an arm out in a gesture that said ‘this way please.’

You offered him a small smile as you walked past him, admiring his apartment. Still in the same condition it was when you had left it a couple days prior. Hearing the click of the door closing itself shut when a pair of strong arms wrapped their way around your waist, turning you around.

Spencer looked down at you, the same look he had given you earlier being written all over his face again.

“What’s wrong?,” you asked. Genuinely concerned that Spencer was having second thoughts about to tonight.

“Can we sit down? Talk for a second?”

Fuck. He doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore.

Did I say something that offended him?

Is he going to tell me that he just wants to be strictly friends now?

A lump grew in your throat as your mind began to race, the many questions and doubts that flooded your mind about what possibly Spencer needed to sit down to tell you. Allowing him to guide you to the brown leather sofa that sat in his living room. Sitting down beside him as you looked everywhere besides at him.

You took a deep breathe, picking at the skin of your nails before finding the courage to speak, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Uhm. Everything is already. I just…what I would really like is,” Spencer paused for a moment before blurting it out, “I want to have a baby with you.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. The air suddenly being knocked from your lungs while your mouth got super dry.

“Spencer…,” you began.

“I’m serious. I want a baby with you. And I know, this is out of the blue. Our situation is nowhere ideal for the typical upbringing of a children. Hell, we’re not even in an official relationship yet,” Spencer rambled.

“Where is this even coming from, Spence?,” you asked. Unsure of what prompted him to even think of having a baby with you, you, of all people.

He sighed, “Back in the breakroom before we left for the case, I heard you talking to Garcia, JJ, and Emily about how badly you wanted kids. How you wanted your own to raise and love. Anytime that a baby is around you, you are always eager to hold them and your eyes light up.”

You nodded, listening intently to what he had to say as you followed along, “It got me thinking. We’re both in our late 30s. Our relationship is progressing and heading in the right direction. We both want the same thing. To have our own kid, raise them in a stable home with two loving parents. Something we both never had.”

“But what if this, I mean us, doesn’t work. Having and raising a kid isn’t something to take lightly, Spencer.” You pointed out, not knowing if he was actually serious about having a child with you. Or if he was just jumping at the opportunity.

“It’s not something to take lightly. However, I want this and more importantly, I want you. All of it. All of you. Our future. Raising our child or if willing, children, together and growing old. Drinking our coffee, reading our books, watching those horrible reality tv shows that you weirdly seem to love. I never thought I would see myself like that with anyone…,” he grabbed your hand, his warm eyes still completely locked and focused on you, “but I want this life with you.”

Before he could get in another word in, you pulled him up from the sofa. Closing the gap between you two, you crashed your lips onto his. The kiss so rushed yet passionate on both of your ends. You began to moan, melting into him as his large hands roamed your body.

Your own hands finding their way to tug at his hair, pulling him even close to you until there was no room for air. Tugging and gripping at his brown locks while moans left his lips, still hungrily kissing yours. Guiding you towards his bed as the back of your legs hit the soft mattress, sending you both on top.

The kiss you exchanged completely heated, both of you desperate to touch each other properly. Breaking apart from the kiss, Spencer looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. A softness clouding over them as his fingers grazed the collar of your shirt. His shirt. The metallica one that he had let you borrow the one morning you left his apartment after one of your ‘sleepovers.’

“Can I?” Spencer asked, delicately tugging at the loose fabric that covered you, his eyes searched yours for any uncertainty.

Grabbing his wrist delicately, you reassured him. “Spencer, I trust you.” Putting his mind at ease. Allowing him to pull your clothes off of you before he did the same. Pealing his clothing off until the two of you were completely bare. His eyes only growing more infatuated at the sight of you naked and ready for him on the layout of his bed.

Knowing this time would be different than the others you two have had sex.

Spencer slowly took his time to kiss every inch of your body. His lips making their way from your collar bone to the inside of your thigh, sucking on the skin to leave bruises. Marking you officially as his.

“About to make you feel so good, baby,” he mumbled.

“Spencer…I-Ohhh” you moaned, his fingers dipping slightly to graze you only to attach his lips to your folds. Head nuzzled between your soft thighs as he kneeled in front of you, your core pulsing at the sight of him devouring you like you were his last meal.

Watching him suck the bundle of nerves, the arousal in your heat pooling. The sight of him flicking his tongue while he swirled that silver tongue of his on your area driving you feral. Your hands gripping his hair while you pushed his head further, feeling your stomach tighten.

His moans vibrating against your cunt, sending you even further into your climax. Still violently flicking and licking your fingers with every swish of his delicious tongue. You panted heavily, the pace of his swirling and sucking quickly increasing until you came hard.

Humming in approval, Spencer looked up at you. His eyes clouded with hunger and lust while he licked his lips. Collecting the remnants of your cum before swiping his tongue on the inside of your thighs.

“Sweet, you taste like heaven, my love,” he praised. A smirk being sent your way while you eyed him, the bulge more than evident as his cock restrained against his boxers.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, eyes looking up at his brown ones. Still needing the reassurance that he was comfortable with you pleasing him. A boundary you two have respected since the day you first hooked up with each other.

Reid’s eyes softened again, still not used to someone caring for him that much during their most intimate times. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

“I trust you.”

His eyes softening again, still not used to someone asking for his consent. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

Giving him a quick kiss, you tugged his boxers down. Your eyes now leveled with his hardened length as his tip glared at you red and angry. Slowly pumping his cock, you ran your hands up and down his shaft. Feeling him tense under your touch, you began to work your mouth on his tip.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, collecting a few drops of pre-cum. Loving the taste of him on your tongue. Arousal soaking your folds again while you thought about him filling you, putting a baby, his baby inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Spence,” you cooed. Stroking his cock in your hand, slowly rubbing your hand up and down it. His tip red and aching due to how hard he was for you.

A blush crept on his cheeks at your compliment, muttering a small ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re so pretty’ before peppering kisses down to your collar bone.

Catching Spencer completely by surprise. You grabbed his length by the shaft, forcing it down your throat. Till his tip hit the back causing you to hold back a gag as you choked due to his size. Your saliva coating his cock as you began to hollow your cheeks in and out. Creating a sucking motion as you slid his cock up and down, Reid’s moans filling your ears sending you in a spiral. His fingers knotting through your hair to shove your head further down his cock.

“J-Just like that, honey,” he moaned. The pet name he has only ever used for you falling from his swollen lips.

His moans filled the silent room, continuing to fist your hair while he face fucked you. Tears running down your cheeks with every thrust of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Grabbing the back of his muscled thighs to get a better grip for stability.

“Fuck, you feel-“

In a swift motion, Spencer flipped you on your stomach with your ass on full display for him. Hearing the rustling of his sheets behind you, he climbed on the mattress. Grabbing his still achingly hard dick before running the tip teasingly up and down your wet folds.

A moan leaving your lips while you withered beneath his touch, growing desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Use your words, baby. What do you want me to do you?” He nipped at the skin of your ears, sucking lightly.

“I….want you,” your breathe hitched as the tip of his cock filled your entrance, shutting your eyes tightly.

“What was that, sweetheart? I need your words. Where’s my please?” He halted, stilling his movements. Your core ached, begging for more of his cock to fill its velvet walls.

Little shit. You rolled your eyes, growing impatient by the second. Debating on just taking his dick into your own hands so that he would finally fuck you. His hands grasping your arse before smacking one cheek. Hard.

“Ohh. Fuck. Spencer, I want….I need you to fuck me. Please, pretty please baby. Fill me with all of your cum until it’s dripping out of me. Till I’m pregnant with your baby. Want to make you a daddy so bad-“

A strangled moan left your lips as Spencer finally thrusted into you, hard and fast. Leaving you no room to breathe while you struggled to catch your breathe. The wind knocked out of you as he continued to thrust into you from behind.

“Yes. Spence, baby, harder. I know you can fuck me harder,” you panted. Ready for him to completely stretch you to your limit.

Feeling completely feral as the bed rocked beneath you. Spencer’s movements harsh and rough, gaining more momentum with every thrust, railing into you from behind. His hand gently wrapped around your throat while he pounded into you underneath. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot sending moan after moan to leave your body.

His grunts and lewd moans in your ear while he held you flushed against his chest, leaning your head to fall back onto his shoulder. Sweat dripping down both of your bodies as the room grew thick with heat and arousal.

“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum….Watch it drip outside of you. Having you wish that I could fuck you this good every single night while your pregnant with our child, right baby? Isn’t that what you want,” Spencer breathed, his own pants in your ear, moaning louder than you have ever done before.

Roughly pulling out his cock before flipping you over. Your back hitting the mattress while you lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. His hand grabbing to support you up. Spencer thrusting back into you like he never pulled out, both of you keeping eye contact while tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Need to see you…you’re so beautiful, my love. Just look at you. Might have to put a ring on your finger too,” Spencer whispered in your ear. Moaning in your ear as your pussy clenched at his promising words.

The coil growing in your stomach as you peaked in your high. Thrust after thrust, Spencer added more momentum, quickening before finding another steady rhythm. An ache growing between your legs, a definite sign that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Your nails dragging along his back only to pull him in for another kiss. Not having enough to taste of him, you moaned into his mouth. His thrusts never faltering as his cock twitched inside of you. Clenching your walls around his thick shaft, pushing him to release as hot spurts of his come filled you. Your own release mixing with his while he slowly thrusted inside of you. His lips still entangled with yours, nipping at your bottom lip while your tongues swirled. Tasting every bit of each other.

Breaking away from the kiss, Spencer brushed his thumb under your eye. A few tears had fallen from the intensity and roughness of his handling. Both of you silently knowing that you could handle it and that you trusted each other.

He slowly pulled out of you, massaging the inside of your thighs before placing a delicate kiss on them. Leaving to get a wet towel as he gently cleaned your folds. A hiss leaving at your soreness and the harsh sensitivity of your nerves.

“Sorry, angel, I know you hate this part,” Spencer apologized.

You always loved how attentive and loving he was after sex. He always took care of you even if you wanted to rush out, he still made sure that you were okay after being so vulnerable.

“You don’t have to apologize, Spence, I appreciate you taking care of me after this” You smiled, still feeling on cloud nine from the work of his cock and tongue on you.

“I’ll be taking care of you nonstop for nine months then a little mini version of us for a lifetime,” he joked.

Your heart fluttered, still in awe of the fact that someone would want to have a child with you. Let alone someone like Spencer Reid.

“Do you think I’ll make a great…dad?” Spencer stammered. The word, and his soon-to-be new name, still so foreign to him.

His hand nervously playing with yours while he let it silently dawn upon him that he was actually to be one.

“The best. Spence….you are not like your father, you will never be like him. You will make an amazing dad, a caring one who will give his child the best upbringing and life possible that is full of nothing but love.”

Spencers eyes welled up with tears. getting choked up by your words. Knowing that you truly mean them. Already picturing your bump, all the milestones you’d celebrate together, and the life you would soon bring into this world.

He always dreamt of being a father. And now, that dream was become true all because of you.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

charles getting his four year daughter leo and leo is cutest puppy but someone even looks at her and the puppy is growling at everyone, leo lays on her protectively and won’t let her sleep alone, charles always finds them together

Leo, the bodyguard

Charles loved his daughter more than anything in this world.

Nothing brought him more joy than hearing her sweet laughter echo through their home or feeling her tiny arms wrap around his neck in an excited hug. At four years old, Yn was his entire universe, and Charles would do absolutely anything to make her happy.

So, when she had a bad dream, he immediately rushed to her side, brushing her tears away and whispering sweet reassurances until she fell asleep again. When she was hungry, he never hesitated to cook her favorite meals, even if it meant burning pancakes a few times before getting them just right. And when she had a wish? Well, Charles did everything in his power to make it come true.

And for the past three weeks, Yn had wished for one thing and one thing only.

"Papa, I want a puppy," she had said, her big, bright eyes shimmering with hope.

Charles had smiled at her request the first time she mentioned it, thinking it was just a passing thought. But when she brought it up again the next day, and the day after that, and every day after for three weeks, he realized this wasn't just a fleeting wish—this was a dream.

And if there was one thing Charles couldn’t resist, it was his daughter’s dreams.

Which is how he found himself standing in their living room one sunny afternoon, holding a small, wriggling bundle of golden fur in his arms. The tiny dachshund puppy tilted its head curiously, its long ears flopping as it let out a soft yawn.

"Yn!" Charles called, trying to keep his excitement in check. "Come here, ma chérie. I have a surprise for you."

It only took a second before the rapid sound of tiny feet echoed through the hallway. Yn came dashing into the room, her pink dress fluttering as her curls bounced with every step.

"A surprise?" she asked eagerly, her face lighting up.

Charles knelt down, revealing the little dog in his arms. "Meet Leo," he said softly, watching her expression carefully.

For a moment, Yn just stood there, her mouth slightly open in shock. And then, with a squeal of pure joy, she threw her arms around both the puppy and her papa. "A puppy! You got me a puppy!" she cried, her voice filled with wonder.

Charles laughed, the sound warm and full of love. "I promised I'd always listen to your wishes, didn't I?"

Yn pulled back, cradling the tiny dog against her chest like the most precious treasure. "He's so cute, Papa," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I love him."

Leo, as if sensing her affection, licked her cheek softly before snuggling closer to her. Charles couldn't help but smile at the sight—his daughter holding her new best friend, her face glowing with delight.

From that day on, Leo became Yn's constant companion. Whether she was playing with her toys, drawing pictures at the kitchen table, or snuggled up on the couch watching cartoons, Leo was always right beside her. And Charles, despite having expected chaos from adding a puppy to the mix, found himself utterly charmed by the tiny dog.

It didn't take long for Charles to realize one very important thing: Leo was fiercely protective of Yn.

It first became obvious when a few of Charles' friends came over one afternoon. The house buzzed with laughter and conversation as the drivers settled into the living room, chatting about the upcoming season.

"Where's your little shadow?" Max asked, leaning back against the couch with an easy grin. "I haven't seen her all day."

Charles chuckled. "She's in the playroom with Leo. Probably making him wear another tutu."

Just as he spoke, Yn emerged, her small form half-hidden behind the doorway. True to Charles' words, Leo followed close behind, his tiny body nestled in her arms and wearing a sparkly pink bow around his neck.

"Papa, look!" Yn giggled, holding Leo up proudly. "He's a princess now."

Daniel let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands together. "I think Leo's the most patient dog in the world."

But as soon as the drivers shifted closer to get a better look, Leo stiffened. His little ears perked up, and with a low, rumbling growl, he flattened himself protectively against Yn's lap.

The sound wasn’t exactly menacing—coming from such a tiny dog, it was more amusing than anything else—but it caught everyone off guard.

"Is he… growling at us?" Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I think he is," Pierre grinned, leaning forward slightly, only to be met with another determined growl.

Yn just giggled, stroking Leo's head gently. "He doesn't like when people come too close," she explained matter-of-factly, as if her little dog protecting her from a group of grown men was the most normal thing in the world.

Charles shook his head fondly, though he couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. "Leo takes his job very seriously," he said, pride and affection mingling in his voice.

"Well, I wouldn’t want to mess with him," Max joked, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "He clearly runs this house."

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of warmth and laughter, with Leo remaining firmly planted on Yn's lap, keeping a watchful eye on anyone who came too close. Even when Daniel tried to tempt him away with a treat, the tiny dog refused to budge.

Later that night, after the guests had left and the house was quiet once more, Charles tiptoed down the hallway to check on Yn before heading to bed. The door to her room was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open gently, peeking inside.

There, nestled beneath a mountain of soft blankets, was his little girl, her face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. And right beside her, curled protectively against her chest, was Leo.

The tiny dog blinked sleepily at Charles as if acknowledging his presence before burrowing deeper into Yn's embrace. Charles felt his heart swell with warmth, the sight filling him with an indescribable sense of peace.

Quietly, he stepped back, closing the door with a soft click.

He knew, without a doubt, that no matter what, Leo would always be there to protect his daughter. And in that knowledge, Charles found a deep, abiding comfort.

Because if there was anyone in the world who deserved to have every wish come true, it was his sweet, precious Yn.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading my work. Mt requests are always open for you!

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[mnemosyne-xiv]

Zero's hold on her hand tightened, the memoriate's expression entirely passive despite the maelstrom of emotions threatening to drown her. Remia stole a glance down at her silent companion and then further to the shadowed aether that swirled and roiled with an eerie groan far below in the open space where once a primal of darkness slept. A void that could easily swallow them both whole if they weren't careful.

"There's no point in worrying over countless possible outcomes—none of which, might I remind, have happened yet," Remia spoke up, shattering their peaceful silence with little remorse. "You're going to drive yourself mad if you continue overthinking."

"Stop attuning to my emotions," Zero replied in just as bland of a tone.

"Then stop working yourself up."

"I could say the same to you."

Remia sighed but didn't take her hand away from Zero's. She stood there beside her, staring down into the void gate they were soon due to cross through yet again. A frown tugged on her lips while her aether gently fell over Zero in a translucent veil of deep reds and burgundies that only she could see. A vain attempt to comfort her friend. To try and ease her worries if only somewhat.

"I know it's frightening, this not knowing what outcome we might suffer through..." Remia whispered. "But this time—no matter the outcome—this time you're not alone. I'm here, just as I will be when this is all said and done."

"And if in the end I'm not here..?"

"Hehe, cute of you to believe death would see our connection severed. "Where you go, I'll follow. Where I go, you'll follow." That's the part of our bargain you made, remember?"

Happy patch day everyone! I'm about to go through the msq + alliance raid so any spoilery content I post for the next month I'll mark with #6.5 spoilers so be sure to filter that out if you want to be spared from my insanity tho it'll prob be a bit before i post any spoilery things so realistically you should be safe also my friend highkey eluded to something ominous happening to zero and now i'm terrified to go through msq. don't test me squeenix. i'll make another entire fic series dedicated to an au where zero stays as a permanent scion if you try to take her away from me. i'll do it and yes, this is a threat.