#Nursing & Feeding

[livesincerely]

my body's craving (so feed the hungry)

Sequel to hungry like the wolf. Rated E. Also on Ao3

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The dance floor is a mess of bodies but Davey manages to carve himself a space amongst the masses, letting himself rock and sway with the thumping bass pounding through the speakers.

Tomorrow’s the full moon, so naturally the club is absolutely packed. There’s an almost tangible energy in the air⁠—like a powder keg about to ignite⁠—every shifter, siren, and sea creature in the city amped up to a thousand as the lunar cycle pulls at them.

It’s almost impossible to not bump into anyone: there are drifting, curious hands, knuckles that glance over his bare arms, a few flirty glances, but Davey ignores them all. He’s out here tonight for one reason and one reason only. Anyone stupid enough to overlook the bite mark that peeks out from under the lace of his collar, the way he all but reeks of Eau de Werewolf, deserves what’s coming to them.

He closes his eyes and lets the music flow over him, raising his arms over his head and swiveling his hips to the beat. His shirt rides up slightly, just as he knew it would, exposing a sliver of skin between it and the waist of his leather pants, and this time when he feels a pair of eyes land on him, he knows without looking that these are the eyes he wants.

Davey gives it a moment, then glances over his shoulder. He can just make them out over the crowd: Sean’s nursing his whiskey, Tony’s wrapped up in Sean’s coat, as usual, and Jack’s leaning against the bar, tracking Davey’s every movement with a hunter’s intensity.

When their eyes meet, Jack’s gaze goes sharp, hungry, the predator within staring back at him. Davey winks, blows him a kiss, and keeps on dancing.

He doesn’t see Jack put down his drink and abandon his place at the bar, doesn’t see him approach, but he recognizes his presence when he steps up behind him, knows the arms that wrap around his waist, the heat that curls over his back. 

“Hi, Jackie,” Davey says, perfectly innocent, leaning into the embrace. “I thought you didn’t want to dance?”

Jack’s hands slip lower, one digging into his hip, the other splaying wide and possessive over the small of Davey’s back. “Changed my mind.”

“Oh?” Davey murmurs, curling his fingers through Jack’s belt loops to draw him closer even as their hips continue to sway to the beat. “And why’s that, I wonder?”

“One’a life’s great mysteries,” Jack says, leaning in to kiss along Davey’s jaw. “Why would I want an armful of the prettiest guy in the room? The world may never know.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Davey asks, pitching his voice to something soft and sultry, batting his eyes just so.

Jack’s eyes narrow, his grip around Davey’s hips tightening that much more.

“You’re a menace,” he growls, and god, he’s so easy to rile this close to the full moon. Davey has to bite his lip to keep himself from smirking. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doin’.”

“So, you don’t think I’m pretty?” Davey pouts.

Instead of answering, Jack tilts his head and brings their lips together in a deep, dominating kiss. 

It’s utterly filthy, Jack’s mouth sliding hot and slick against his own. Davey sighs into him, tangling his fingers in Jack’s hair and tugging until he can lick further into Jack’s mouth. 

Jack’s chest rumbles with another growl, nipping punishingly at the swell of Davey’s bottom lip, then chasing the sting away with his tongue, and one of his thighs slots between his legs to press against where he’s already half-hard in his pants. He can’t help the needy whine that slips out of him, hips twitching as he chases after the promised friction, as desperate to be devoured as Jack is to devour him.

“I think,” Jack says against Davey’s still-parted lips, his voice rough, “that you’re the most gorgeous creature on the face of this Earth. An’ you’re gonna regret teasin’ me like this when we get home.”

“And I think,” Davey replies, a little breathlessly, looping his arms around Jack’s neck and bringing their foreheads together, “that isn’t as much of a threat as you probably think it is.”

Jack’s lips drags against his skin, there’s a hint of teeth against his collarbone, and when he speaks next his voice is a gravely rasp that cuts through the music and sends a thrum of heat down his spine.

“We’re leaving.”

Davey opens his mouth, something playful and provocative on the tip of his tongue, but then Jack’s fingers curl around his elbow, his grip threatening to bruise, and he swallows down a protest that wasn’t even a real protest at all. 

He lets Jack pull him along, the crowd parting easily for an incensed werewolf on the prowl. Jack leads them out the door, past the bouncer, and into the cool of the night, the moon shining down on them like a promise. 

They don’t even make it around the corner before Jack hauls him into the shadow of an empty alley.

Davey stumbles. Jack pounces.

He shoves him up against the nearest flat surface, bricks digging into his back as Jack twists his arms and, between one moment and the next, gets Davey’s wrists pinned above his head. 

Arousal spikes hot in the pit of Davey’s stomach and he arches up into him, squirming just enough to test the strength of Jack’s hold⁠. Jack snarls in warning, that iron grip tightening even further, and the anticipation of it all is almost too much to bear.

“You with me, sweetheart?” Jack asks, fisting his other hand in Davey’s hair and pulling his head back to expose his throat.

“Oh, god, yes,” Davey gasps.

Jack’s mouth stretches into a lascivious smirk, then he ducks his head, swirling his tongue over the hollow of his throat. He works a trail of kisses over his pulse point and Davey shivers as the edge of Jack’s canines⁠—his fangs, he corrects with a heady thrill, noting the change⁠—graze gently over his Adam’s apple.

Jack’s lips move lower, then there’s the press of teeth at the junction where his neck meets his shoulder as he re-stakes his claim. It stings deliciously, pleasure and pain twisting together to coax a strangled whimper out of him.

“Jesus, Jack,” Davey hisses when Jack finally pulls away. He’s fully hard now, has been since that first snarl in his ear, and his hips stutter forward, needing to feel Jack’s heat against him in a visceral, unspeakable way. 

“Don’t act like this ain’t exactly what you wanted,” Jack says, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Like you ain’t gaggin’ for me ta hold you down an’ fuck you senseless.”

“Jack,” Davey exhales, pleading, his pulse thrumming in his ears, aching somewhere deep inside. “Jackie, please⁠—”

Jack hauls him up off the wall by his hair, spinning him around before shoving him right back into it. Davey just manages to catch himself against the uneven wall, and he barely gets a moment to widen his stance before Jack plasters himself along his back. 

“Jack,” he tries again, then breaks off with a shout as Jack rips open his fly and unceremoniously sticks his hand down the front of his pants, wrapping a warm, calloused hand around the base of his dick.

“No underwear?” Jack asks in that same rough voice, pumping him slowly. “You really are gaggin’ for it.”

“You fucking saw me get dressed, you knew I wasn’t⁠—” Davey groans as Jack’s thumb flicks over the head of his cock, teasing his slit. “Fuck, Jack,” he bites out. 

He wriggles in Jack’s hold, not sure if he’s trying to grind back against where Jack’s hard and heavy against the cleft of his ass or buck up into the tight clench of his fist, and quickly finds the flat of Jack’s palm between his shoulder blades, pushing him down until all he can do is brace himself against the bricks. 

“Jack,” he breathes, hot and overwhelmed and painfully turned on. “Someone’s could walk by, someone could see us⁠—”

“Should’a thought about that before you ran that smart mouth’a yours,” Jack rumbles, and he sounds wild, fierce and feral. 

The hand pressed against Davey’s back creeps up to cup around the nape of his neck. The pressure of it is enough to make Davey’s eyes cross and his legs go weak, a strangled moan caught in his throat.

“Fuck, Jack, please⁠—”

“I told you,” Jack says, and Davey can hear the Wolf in him, stalking just beneath the surface, “that you’d regret playin’ games with me, David.”

Then he tears Davey’s pants down his thighs, the material giving away easily to his enhanced strength, failing in ruined tatters around Davey’s knees.

“Jack!” Davey gasps, head falling forward, desire swelling sharply as the night air rushes over his flushed skin, his leaking cock. “You⁠— I liked those pants!”

“I’ll get’cha another pair,” Jack grits out, reaching around to drag his thumb over Davey’s lips. “Open your mouth.”

Davey’s lips part obediently and he eagerly sucks two of Jack’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over his knuckles. Once they’re good and wet, Jack tugs his hand free and presses those fingers deep inside him, right where Davey needs it most.

“Oh, fuck,” Davey whimpers, arching back into the sensation.

Jack scissors his fingers, impatient, then curls them up with a twist of his wrist, working him open with a rough efficiency that makes Davey’s head spin. 

“You made me do this,” Jack says, almost conversationally, like he isn’t bringing Davey closer to insanity with every crook of his fingers. “You jus’ can’t help but push me, can ya querido? Always so desperate for me’ta treat you rough. To have me throw you down and mark up every goddamn inch of you, over and over and over again,’til everyone knows that you’re mine.”

Jack’s teeth sink into his shoulder. “Mine.”

He hears the rustle as Jack unzips his fly, feels the denim of his jeans against the back of his thighs. Jack’s hands clamp down around his hips, then he’s pushing into him in one long, relentless stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

“God, look at’cha,” Jack groans. “You’re so perfect for me, cariño, feel so fuckin’ good.”

The zipper of Jack’s fly scrapes his skin and Davey whines when he realizes that Jack didn’t even bother to push his pants down, just freed himself enough to get his dick out and fuck him with it. “Jack.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart, I gotcha,” Jack promises, rocking into him. “Still with me?”

He’s boiling, panting, clinging to the wall in front of him because he’s not sure he can hold himself up otherwise, full in all the best ways. “Yes,” he gasps. “Yes, I’m— Please, fuck me.”

Jack sets a brutal, punishing pace, driving into him like a man possessed. There’s the furious slap of skin on skin, the harsh sound of their heaving breaths, and the angle he’s chosen has him hitting Davey’s prostate without even having to try. Davey trembles and keens, fingers scrabbling at nothing as Jack splits him open on his cock, claiming him completely, inside and out.

“Luz de mi vida,” Jack murmurs with another ruthless thrust. “Look so pretty takin’ my cock.”

“More,” Davey begs, because he needs it, he needs it, he needs it. “Jackie, please⁠—”

Jack growls—it’s a dark, dangerous noise, as though he’s clinging to the last remnants of his self-control—and his hands clench even tighter around Davey’s hips. He grinds in hard, then his pace picks up, somehow managing to bury himself even further inside of him, so deep that Davey almost thinks he can taste him in the back of his throat.

“You’re mine,” Jack says, an order and a promise, his mouth like a brand against the nape of Davey’s neck. “Do you understand me, David? You’re mine.”

Jack pulls him back into the next thrust, and it’s so good, so intense, that Davey cries out, every inch of him alight with pure want.

“Say it,” Jack commands. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Davey chokes out, his voice threatening to break around a sob. He can feel his orgasm starting to build, licking its way up his calves, around his thighs, swelling higher and higher with every snap of Jack’s hips. He’s barely able to think through the onslaught, sparks fluttering behind his eyes, desire coiling low in his belly, insistent and inescapable. “I’m yours, Jack, I’m⁠— oh, fuck⁠—”

Jack reaches down, wrapping a hand back around Davey’s throbbing, leaking dick, jerking him hard and fast like he can wring every last dreg of pleasure out of his body, and it’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s⁠—

White-hot ecstasy. 

Davey bucks and thrashes as wave after wave of pleasure crash over him, breathless with the strength of his orgasm. He’s trembling, shivering in the aftermath of it, and if it weren’t for Jack’s body behind him, holding him up, he thinks his knees might have given out entirely. Jack groans, ragged and guttural, hips slamming forward one last time, and then he’s coming too, spilling deep inside of him.

He can feel Jack’s chest heaving against his back, can feel the way their hearts pound in tandem⁠—almost a more intimate sensation than the mind-blowing sex. Jack kisses his cheek, runs a gentle hand down his spine, then carefully pulls out.

“Made a mess of ya,” Jack says, his eyes shining amber in the darkness, still coming down from his high.

“Just what I wanted,” Davey sighs, sagging against that broad chest, perfectly satisfied. “Love it when you get all territorial.”

“More like you love’ta provoke me,” Jack snorts, holding him close.

“Oh, that too,” Davey easily agrees. “But you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“Not a chance,” Jack murmurs, tucking his nose to his neck, then pressing another kiss to the bruised, tender skin there. “I ain’t ever lettin’ you go."

Davey smiles. “Right back at you, darling.”

[mactavishwritings]

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Soap

mans is weak. he's def the type to be laid out on the couch like he's gonna die. he looks at you, all wrapped up in a blanket, and asks you to take care of him. even gets a bit cheeky and asks if you'll put a sexy nurse outfit on.

Ghost

he wouldn't be as bad as Soap, but he would want a little comfort. he would be able to mostly take care of himself, but he amps it up just to get a little cuddles from you. he would sit across from you on the couch, holding your hand, and sigh loudly about how badly he wanted cuddles but he didn't want to get you sick.

Gaz

he would refuse to go anywhere near you. does not want to get you sick so he will spend most of his time in the guest bedroom. you'd bring him stuff and he'd make you put it outside the door. until he felt better, you got no kisses

Price

he's an old man. he refuses to slow down for anything, including being sick. you have to be the one to call him out of work and hide his car keys. he then will try and do house work, but you have to tie him down to the bed and force feed him medicine.

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hi! first of all, i wanted to say i love ur writing and think its really well done!! if its not too much of an inconvenience, could you do a frank imagine where the reader is also guitarist in mcr and frank accidentally hits her in the head with his guitar during a live show (bc he’s frank) and its sort of a pretty bad injury so she goes to the hospital and frank feels really bad so its really fluffy and they get together in the end? thank u :)

Frank Iero On the Stage, Who Will He Injure

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,000 Author’s Note: TW for mentions of blood/injury. Also how perfect is this gif? 😂 Yes I am naming this story because of the gif

The show was possibly one of the best the band had ever put on. The crowd was insanely fired up, you and the guys were all playing with an intensity that was building as the show went on. From your side of the stage next to Ray, you were thrashing around as you played your guitar, getting down on the floor, jumping off amps, really tearing it up. On the other side of the stage, Frank was doing the same, as if he was in competition with you. You and Frank always seemed to feed off each other's energy as you played. 

As you finished the last notes of You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, your mind was already on the last song of the night: Helena. You turned toward the back of the stage to get some water when you heard Mikey shout, “(YN)! Look out!”

You didn’t have a chance to react before something hit your head, overwhelming you with pain and everything went black.

~

You groaned as you opened your eyes. The harsh fluorescent lights above you were obnoxiously bright as the pain set back in. A nurse came to attend to you when she noticed you were awake.

“How are you feeling Ms. (YLN)?”

“Sore. What the hell happened?”

“I’ll have the doctor come in and explain it. Your bandmates are waiting to come in if you’re feeling up to it?”

“Yea, sure,” you said, shifting up a little bit.

She nodded and exited the room. A few minutes later, familiar figures filled the doorway.

“Hey (YN),” Gerard said with an air of relief as they came to your bedside.

“Hey guys. Umm, can someone tell me what happened?”

Without saying anything, the guys all turned to look back at Frank, who looked like he was hiding in the oversized hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m so so fucking sorry,” Frank said as he stepped forward. “This is all my fault and I’m so sorry.”

“But what happened?” You repeated.

“Frank was showing off and launched his guitar in the air and you were in the landing zone,” Mikey answered when it was apparent Frank wasn’t able.

“Dude,” you murmured.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and that’s when you noticed it. He had injured every other member of the band before, either accidentally or intentionally, but he never seemed this upset.

Before you could say anything more, the doctor came in. “Alright Ms. (YLN), we have the results of your CT scan, and it looks like your injuries haven’t caused any internal damage or fractures. We just gotta get you stitched up and you’ll be off to your next city. Although I recommend you take it easy the next few days to make sure you’re recovering well.”

“Ok,” you agreed. The doctor unwrapped the bandage from around your head, which was met with varying levels of awe from the guys.

“Look at that,” Ray murmured.

“Didn’t need the fake blood tonight,” Mikey chuckled as the nurse brought in the sterile equipment to stitch up your forehead.

“And I’m out,” Gerard said, somehow turning more pale at the sight of the needle as he ran his hand through his long black hair anxiously. 

“Yes, if you could step out while we take care of her, that would be for the best. We’ll let you know when we’re done,” the doctor said kindly. The guys all nodded before filing out. Everyone except Frank, who finally stepped forward and took your hand.

“It’s my fault, I’m gonna stay,” he said defiantly.

The doctor looked at you. “It’s fine,” you shrugged. With that, the doctor set to work. It didn’t take long before you were done and the nurse was instructing you to wait for some paperwork and before you would be discharged. 

“I don’t know how to make you know how sorry I am,” Frank said again when you were alone. He was still standing at the side of your bed with your hand in his.

“It’s ok Frank, accidents happen.”

“But I don’t ever wanna hurt you-”

“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean you gotta be gentle with me,” you interrupted.

“It's not that,” he said looking down.

“Well what is it then?”

“I was showing off for you... Because I really like you.”

“I’m sorry, I think my ears are fucked up,” you said, not believing what he said. “You like me? Like… like me like me?”

Frank was blushing deep red and pulling his lip ring between his teeth nervously. “Yea,” he finally mumbled.

“Hey, come here,” you said tugging on his hand. He slumped down on the edge of the bed next to you, still pouting. “Every single night I’m sweating my brains out in that bulletproof vest Gee makes us all wear, I’m putting every ounce of energy into putting on the best show I can. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t doing it to get you to notice me.”

"Who could ignore the hottest girl in the room with the best guitar skills in the band?" He smiled.

"A lot of people, but it doesn't really matter if you're at least noticing me."

Frank nodded and reached up, fingers grazing by the wound on your forehead. "I'm really sorry. I hope you don't get a scar."

"It'll make a good story one day. And I have an idea how you can make it up to me."

"What's that?"

"Take me out sometime?"

Frank's eyes went wide before he started nodding emphatically. "Yea, I'd love to."

You smiled back as his fingers trailed down to your cheek then to your jaw, tilting you chin up to meet his lips halfway.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure that what he had just done was ok, but as you kissed him back, he leaned into the kiss further.

"Shit, I think (YN) has brain damage," Ray muttered from the doorway, as the Way brothers joined him, coffees in hand.

"Why's that?" Gerard asked nervously before he saw you and Frank making out on the hospital bed.

"I just hope this means he'll stop throwing stuff," Mikey muttered.

[jstmymagination]

I love the BDB novels and after re-reading some of my favorites this story came to mind. Actually it’s been stuck in my head for a while now so I decided to put it on paper. this is what happens when I’m bored Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer and this is in no way related to the Wardens work so there will be PLENTY of grammatical errors😁 enjoy.

The Scribe Virgins Private Sanctuary

“You can’t let the warrior take him” you have witnessed what goes on at those “training camps” he is just a mere babe. I made a vow with Bloodletter and I intend on honoring it. The child will be trained to be a fighter and protector, he will not be just any soldier. You don’t believe that to be true, for surely if you did I wouldn’t be able to see the sorrow in your eyes every time you look upon your son. Young one you would be wise to guard your tongue with me as you are under MY protection. I know the value you hold but I will not tolerate disobedience. My male young came into the world with a piece of me that I can not take back this you well know. Even at this young age, he is much stronger than any opponent that may dare to cross his path and this includes his sire the Bloodletter. Over time he will become what he is meant to be... Pea looked up without hesitation and asked what’s that? a “Brother”

Pea looked back down at the 2 twin babes they were identical in every way same dark hair with a slight wave at the tips, same diamond eyes that sorta changed color when either of them became frustrated, and the same special glow from their mahmen. I hope that you are correct.

I have made up my mind... I will take my leave from your sanctuary when you deliver the baby Vishous to the Bloodletter. I have been hidden away here long enough and like your babes, I too can take care of myself. Many years have passed since the war has started and I would like to move on. I know now that I am alone and I would like to start life anew.

The Scribe Virgin slowly turned to face the young woman that stood before her. “And what of your duty, to the race and your people?” What will you do when it is time for you to take your place? After a moment Pea simply stated on my honor as the Daughter, only child, and last surviving member of Sir Danger son of Danger highest Princeps of the last founding family. When it is time to take my place I will...without quarrel. So be it then on your honor I will grant you leave. They both knew that she only asked out of respect because if she wanted to go, there is nothing the Scribe Virgin could have done to stop her. Pea was growing stronger and confident by the minute thanks to the Scribe Virgins father. He seemed to have taken a liking to the female. On the evening he delivered her to the Scribe Virgin she couldn’t help but ask him why? Why her? and his response was “she is but one half of the whole”

Present Day Caldwell New York Havers Clinic

Yes ma’am Mrs. Sherman the young looks well. As he moved the instrument around to get a better look at the babe growing in her belly. Havers has been in practice for so long that his Q & A segments with patients were always patterned the same. As long as he didn’t hear any dangerous words he kept the appointments moving along smoothly.

And how has your appetite been now that you moved into your second trimester?? No more nausea... good Any concerns? .... good

We have a while before we can determine the baby's sex as you know these things take time. Seeing as how vampires are pregnant for nearly a year the babies develop all organs at a much slower pace. Well, Mr. & Mrs. Sherman keep up the good work and we will see you back here in 6 weeks. Julie my nurse will take care of you from here. Havers pushed his glasses up on his nose finished his charting and quickly removed himself from the room. After checking in with the nurses' station he went to the next patient which was pre trans male with a broken leg. He never understood the fascination young people had with ATVs and dirt bikes. Why would anyone want to get on a motorized 2 wheeler and ride through the woods? One slight move in the wrong direction and a person instantly became air-born. Anyway, this was his workday one patient after another. Havers is the race's only physician in the Caldwell area, and because of this, his patient load is three times as large. The patients normally start arriving at sundown, they would check in with his nurse Julie then wait to be seen. For the most part, his evenings went pretty smoothly, Julie kept him on a tight schedule. He started the evening by doing his rounds at the clinic. This included following up with any patient that he felt the need to keep overnight. After that he started taking his scheduled appointments for the evening, these could range anywhere from a prenatal appointment to a pre-trans physical. He was normally with a patient for no more than ten minutes then it was on to the next one. However lately he was having an influx of attacked patients come in that needed emergency medical attention. For the past month, Havers was in the OR at least twice per week. Due to the nature of the injury, each time the surgeries were getting more and more invasive. When this happens then his appointments are pushed back or either rescheduled which is something he or Julie liked doing. Particularly because his patients already have a two months wait to be seen in the first place. This is why he recently started doing home visits, mainly for his elderly patients. He didn’t want them to take any chances coming into the office for an appointment and then not being able to be seen because of an emergency. So during his scheduled “lunch break” he would leave the clinic to make his house calls. Havers enjoyed this change in his schedule because it allowed him to leave for a little bit so he could breathe some different air.

Black Dagger Brotherhood Mansion

Lassiter!! I am not watching The Bold and the Beautiful, I don’t care how many times Brooke kisses another man or Ridge falls in love with the new girl. Those two always end up back together. You are correct my dear comrade, Lassiter said to Vishous but isn’t all the drama worth it?! The back and forth, love/ hate... that is what makes us tune in every day. Vishous threw him a sideye and said no it’s what makes YOU tune in. Okay V. Shouldn’t you be getting some R&R for your shift tonight? Shouldn’t you be up top tending to things?? Lassiter sporting a wide grin... shot back yeah I should be but they don’t have WiFi and Roku sticks up there so alas I’m here with you. Just as the theme music was starting....V poured a glass of goose and then walked out. Lassiter smirked and thought to himself sometimes it’s the small victories.

After leaving Lassiter... V passed through the kitchen where the doggen was prepping for the first meal. Looks like someone put in a request for Fritz’s famous French Toast casserole with Maple pecan topping. if V had to guess he would say Rhage that male was born with one heck of an appetite. Not to mention he has the inner beast so it’s kinda like he’s eating for 2? Anyway, the smell of it is always amazing something about pecans, vanilla beans, and maple.. you just can’t go wrong. Once he got down into the tunnel he decided to swing by the MD office suites Jane his Shellen had been in surgery alongside the brotherhood's other private surgeon Manny, who also happened to be V’s twin sister Payne’s Hellren, for 5 hours.

As protectors of the race, they were always in constant battle, and sometimes things got pretty nasty in the field. Last evening one of the recruits got into a nasty pack of evil vampires and although he survived he was shot in his top right femur, his stomach, and took a nasty blade to ribs. The surgery was a success because let’s face it his Shellen and her colleague are pretty godman amazing at what they do.

“Jane”, yes she says as she looks up from her charting with a smile. I stopped by on my way to the pit to see what’s doing? Nothing much Yogi is stable and after he awakes we will have a Chosen come to feed him. V loved to hear his Shellen speak with authority it was the biggest turn-on for him, actually thinking back he heard her voice before he even saw her face. She had been his surgeon when he got shot in the chest and landed in a human hospital, he knew she was meant to be his from the very first moment he heard her voice. After catching up with Jane and kissing her good day. V finally landed in the Pit.. the home he shared with best friend Butch and his wife Marissa. Butch’s bonding scent was thick in the air which only meant one thing. He and Marissa have either just started and we’re close to finishing their mid-morning sexcapade. A male Vampire bonding scent is meant to be a warning to other male vampires that this female is spoken for. After checking the security system at his control center, V checked the time which was after 2 pm he could get in a few more hours of sleep before it was time to start the day.

Que is a full-time manager at the TOP HE4VY boutique in the downtown fashion district of Caldwell. Since he was able to dress, he’s been known for his style and edgy fashion sense. Que took a liking to fashion more than anything else because it allowed him to express his artistic side. So naturally, when the word got out that an exclusive boutique-like Top Heavy was coming to Caldwell he was the first to apply. The interview went nothing like he expected, first of all, he met with the owner, Pea, at Starbucks!... of course she Insisted on him ordering a drink. He ordered Venti Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino with soy milk and whip cream. And she ordered a grande Chai Tea Latte soy no water extra hot. Que remembered everything about their first meeting because Pea had been so easy to talk too and homegirl was dressed to perfection. Lavender Chanel cashmere v neck sweater paired with fitted distressed BKE denim jeans, lavender Louboutins, and of course the ensemble was topped off with a lavender Birkin bag. Not to mention she was a full-figured woman... Pea had the kind of breast that every woman wanted to fill her bra and every man wanted to feel in his bed. She also had been blessed with hips, thighs, and just enough booty to fill in the back pockets of her fitted jeans. He loved everything about her. After she hired him then he recommended Samantha the first-generation full-time college student. Samantha only worked part-time hours due to her school schedule. She picked up shifts between her classes and on weekends. Pea was always very careful not to give her too many hours because she wanted Samantha to know that school was the priority. She also told her if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask. They both knew that when Pea said anything she was referring to money but she respected Samantha enough not to come right out and say it. The three of them had a great work relationship and became friends immediately. They looked up to Pea like a big sister and she embraced it. They became them on little family, so naturally, when she called Que at 7 am and asked if he would mind opening up the boutique in her place this morning, he didn’t give it a second thought. Thank you for shopping with us today Que said to the young lady that purchased the last black moto leather jacket. Nice commission off of that one he thought. $2500 jacket and I get 15% of the sale, I will take it. And when will you be getting in the matching boots for these the young lady asked? I will have to get with my boss and she can call you when they come in? Perfect... May I have your number? Que asked The lady answered quickly... I will just stop back by some time next week no rush. She took the new jacket and left the store. Shortly after that Pea came into work, this was late in the day for her. She normally was an early bird.

Hi guys, how has business been today? Not bad, both Que and Samantha answered in unison. Good, thanks for an opening for me I woke up with a migraine this morning and I couldn’t shake darn thing. If you guys want we can go out for drinks after work or lunch can be on me today... your choice. Both agreed to lunch on the next shift. Samantha was bogged down with term papers that were coming due and Que had already made plans after work. I see we sold the moto jacket I’m happy about that... I thought that thing was gonna be here forever. The lady that purchased also asked about the matching biker boots? Do you think we can get those? I have to check with the manufacturer. We might as well bring the lime green monster out of the stock room and put it on display in the front window. Maybe someone will buy the hideous thing. Samantha went to the back stock room and pick up the lime green and black moto jacket. The colors on the things were so loud that they all referred to it as the Incredible Hulk jacket. Every month her manufacturer sent a “hot item” to all of the buyers as a preview of the next season's trends. When Pea unboxed it her first thoughts were no one on this earth is going to want to purchase a lime green and black rhinestone-studded leather moto jacket. So she just kept it hung up in the back of the stock room. Are you sure you want to hang this in our window? Que asked before he took it from Samantha. Yes, you never know that jacket could be perfect for someone. Later that evening after Pea closed the boutique she headed down to the Nells Social Lounge. It was located off of Trade street which was only minutes from her shop. She liked going to this place for 3 reasons 1. the age limit was 30 and up so she didn’t have to worry about hanging out with children 2. the atmosphere was 90’s ...the music was always a mix of R&B and hip hop..not this new school mess that's streaming everywhere you turn now. And 3. They have the best-fried chicken sandwich In Caldwell. Always hot And crispy with just the right amount of seasoning. It was served on 2 pieces of “light bread” as the owner called it covered with Duke's mayo... a piece of iceberg lettuce and thinly sliced tomato. Just thinking about it made Peas mouth water.

Jace, the bouncer/doorman greeted her as she walked in. Jace had to be about 6ft 4in with a deep voice and muscular build. His eyes were dark brown almost black even and he sported a thick beard, like cotton but he always kept it neatly groomed. Same with his hair which was also long and thick, and always kept in a ponytail braided to the back. He was always polite when Pea was around but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t with the bullshit. Hey young lady... we haven’t seen you in a while. I know... I’ve been trying to keep up with work you know that fashion & time stops for no one. Pea slowly walked into the bar she waved hello to Nell the owner & bartender. I will have Peach Crown in the rocks. Sure thing and would you like for me to put in an order of the usual for ya as well? Yes ma’am. While she was sipping her drink the DJ played The Dream ft. Fabulous - Shawty is a 10. This was his not-so-subtle way of flirting. And just like the clockwork, he arrived on her right side. When are you going to let me take you out? Well hello, you too... I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to date yet. Man, this guy must have done a number on your heart. I promise if you give me a chance I will take better care of it and you too. I am completely flattered but make no mistake I can take of myself. I’ve been doing it for quite some time now. How about this, when if ever I get back around to dating ...DJ AK you will be the first to know. He hesitantly accepted Pea's letdown and slowly retreated to his DJ booth. The sad part is that she could sense he was a great guy with a lot of potentials. Pea had made a habit of NOT using her senses to peek into anyone’s thoughts she always that the whole thing was just too damn intrusive however the guy had been so persistent and a total gentleman so she became curious. Honestly, the only reason she turned him down was for his protection and safety. Even though she looked and played the part of a human well. She knew that there was so much more to her that he could not find out.

After two more drinks, Pea paid the check took her chicken sandwich, and headed home. When she moved to Caldwell instantly she felt at home so the first thing she did was locate a realtor to help her find a fixer-upper on the nice side of town. Pea arrived at her home on Wallace avenue she hit the garage opener pulled her Bentley Bentayga inside and then hit the button again to close the door. Pea got out went up the stairs to the door that let her into her kitchen. After she let herself in the house then changed into her comfy spandex tights and over Sized T-shirt. Then she put the tv on to Food Network, sat down in her favorite chair with her chicken sandwich. There was a Kitchen marathon running which was a perfect way to close out the day.

Tonight I want everyone in pairs of three, it seems that our enemies are traveling in packs now. We will need to do the same. Thorment the has already released the schedules we will patrol starting with the center of town then work our way towards the outskirts. Don’t attempt to a fucking hero if you come across something that looks suspicious. Radio it in and wait on backup. After a couple of other points were made the meeting was over. Lassiter sat in on the meetings it was an unspoken duty of his. He knew that his role was to run point guard between everyone on duty. And with him spotting Devina he needed to be on his toes. He had been trying to locate her ever since the night he saw her in that wedding gown hovering over the bridge. First of all how tacky was the whole act... a wedding dress. Devina in white... Gimmie a fucking break. And after last night's disaster, he felt like she was toying with him. Yogi had been out of training for some time so he knew the proper protocol. He said that everything happens so quickly .. it was like the enemy could read his thoughts. He was in pretty bad shape by the time his help arrived. For some reason, he was in Lassiter's blind spot which again was odd because seeing all and knowing all was kinda his thing. By the time Zadist and Phury made it to him, he has suffered a gunshot and a stabbing. Good thing Manny has the RV in the field full time now because he was able to begin working on Yogi immediately. Lassiter rode in the RV back to the compound and waited on Yogi to come out of surgery before he went to his private sanctuary. He needed to recharge his battery so to speak and he also wanted to check on things up top. Lassiter was by no means hard-ass but he knew the importance of showing his face. Upon arriving he entered his room and headed straight for the shower. After shampooing his hair and scrubbing himself clean he emerges from the shower in his favorite pink feathered robe. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how was going to assist the brotherhood with defeating Devina. He walked over to the stack of journals left to him by his predecessor and picked up the story of Charm. He didn’t particularly care for reading all of this stuff because it was all quite boring and repetitive. Also, let’s face it for the first few journals all the stories ended the same way. The war began and the Omega army wiped out entire first families. Either 1 survived to tell the story or none survived in which case the journal was incomplete ... This part of the job was just downright depressing but it was the history of the brotherhood and how it all came to be. Lassiter thought to himself... what I wouldn’t give for this to be a movie or even a soap opera that way I can just tune it every day. He tossed the journal back on top of the stack and wouldn’t you know it.. the journal didn’t land evenly which cause them all to fall over on the floor. Great!! Another mess for me to clean up. He walked over to the mess and started picking them up and restacking them. When he got down to the bottom of the pile there was a small piece of paper with an address written on it 311 Redd Ave/Fashion District..... Now, why would the Scribe Virgin have this address tucked away? He looked down at the 3 remaining books he had left to stack and wondered which one the address fell out of? Oh well finding this address is worth a trip to the city.... but first, he would need to pay a visit to Brother Vishous to get some plastic capital. After all, angels didn’t need to carry cash around. Lassiter touched back down to the mansion as the sun was setting, time to find the big guy. He knocked on the door to the pit before he entered. Vishous was sitting behind his command center reviewing security footage. Hello.. you are just the man I was looking for. Vishous responded without looking up from the screen, I can assure you that I am most certainly NOT the man you are looking for. Oh come on, I need a favor. Vishous looked up from the screen, you need a favor from me? Yes, that’s correct, I Lassiter need a favor fro you Vishous. If I grant you this “favor” what's in it for me? I will owe you one, one great big-ass favor. Anything of my choice. Lassiter nodded his head as long as it’s within my power ask and it will be yours. Vishous said deal.

Lassiter materialized downtown a few blocks from REDD AVE. This was the entrance into the fashion district a bunch of boutiques and stores that thrived on Haute fashion. This is a place where it was normal to walk past a guy dressed in designer from head to toe. Tom Ford is not just a label but a way of life for this block. Anyway, a few of the shops he approached didn’t have anything that interested him, he could tell just by looking through the windows. He walked to the end of the block then crossed over onto REDD Ave. halfway down the block, Lassiter spotted THE most stunning piece of clothing he had ever seen. It was a half lime green and half black leather MOTO Jacket!! The jacket was accented with black and lime green zippers that were completely covered in black and lime green rhinestone. He immediately looked at the name of the store which was Top He4vy. A store with this kind of unique fashion is something he needed to remember.. and well, well, well what do ya know the address plate on the building is 311 Redd Ave.

Hello, Welcome to Top He4vy Boutique!! I’m Que let me know if I can be of assistance with anything. He was greeted by a tall slender guy earlier ’20s. Muscular build very neat clean face I guess he would be considered a pretty boy. He puts you in the mind of a young man that might have pledged in one of those fraternities that have a STROLL!! Hi! I saw this masterpiece of a jacket in the window. Sure, let me grab that for you... you know you can’t go wrong with a good leather moto jacket. Que removed the jacket from the model and handed it to Lassiter while leading him over to one of the floating mirrors in the store. Looks good on you...

You know we have the matching boots as well. Would you like to see them? Sure... just then the door to the boutique opened again and 2 young ladies entered one blond and one strawberry blond. Both carrying several bags all designer of course. Welcome to Too Heavy Boutique, I’m Que let me know if you need anything. Sir let me grab those boots from the back for you... what size did you need? 11 D if you have it. Que went to the back of the store where the overstock was he stuck his head inside of Peas’ office to see if she was done with the conference call that she had been on with the distributor. He threw up his hand to wave and grab her attention. Pea responded I’m off the call, what’s up? You will never guess... there is a guy out here who is interested in buying the lime green Moto?! Que was trying to hold back the giggles... I think he may be in some kinda band... he has ALOT piercing and black/ blond hair. Very retro 80’s vibe. Well in that case let me take a peek at him.

They did this sort of thing a lot whenever someone eccentric and unique came into the store they both would service them. Just so they could gab about it later. Que found the boots in his size and then they both headed back out to the sales floor. The gentleman’s back was to the both of them as he was still admiring himself in the mirror. Excuse me sir here is that 11D for you and I would also like to introduce you to our store manager. Lassiter turned around to take the shoe and went completely into shock. Standing beside the young sales associate was a whole new set of problems.

Pea was completely dumbfounded as she reached out to shake his hand. She knew exactly what he was and by the looks on his face, he had to know about her. They both were not the humans that they appeared to be. Hi! She said in a shaky voice so I see you like the Moto jacket trying to keep a smile on her face. Lassiter cleared his throat and responded yes.... yes I do. Que broke up the awkward moment by inserting the boots. Before he could say anything one of the young ladies began pointing at a dress that was hanging too high for her to reach. Que why don’t you go help them out and I will finish up here. Sure thing.

Lassiter took the boots and headed over to one of the benches. Do you want to go first or should I? You go Pea responded. Okay very well then, my name is Lassiter and I’m a guardian of sorts. Of sorts?! Pea responded Yea ma’am... I may not carry out my tasks in the traditional sense but I am known for getting the job done. How did you find me? Pea asked. I didn’t, this address was in the book left to me by my predecessor. Um huh... so when you say left to you. Does that mean your predecessor is no longer around? I wouldn’t say that she’s always around but she is not on shall we say “ on duty” anymore. Pea saw Que looking back over in their direction so she quickly smiled and nodded toward the boots “ how’s the fit?”

Lassiter looked down and said good I will take them both. Perfect, let’s get you checked out. Que, he’s gonna take them both may you start ringing him up. After Lassiter removes the jacket and boots and fixed his clothes he walked over to the register. Que rang him up... he handed over the black Amex that V gave him along with the matching fake id. Thank you for shopping with us today Mr. Logan and please come back. Lassiter said thank you and headed towards the exit. Satisfied with his sale Que walked back to 2 young ladies. Aah Que I’m going to head over to Starbucks my latte is cold... do you want anything? No, I’m good. Hold down the fort.

Lassiter was already out of the store and waiting on Pea off to the side of the building. They casually walked toward Starbucks as if it were an accident that they bumped into each other again. Okay, I have questions Lassiter stated... Shoot... who are you?! And why are you in downtown Caldwell? Why was this address in a journal left to me? How long have you been here? And am I supposed to be helping you or should you help me? I’m so confused right now. With a giggle, Pea turned and said wow you weren’t kidding with the questions. As they approached Starbucks Pea stopped and turned to Lassiter “Before I start answering all your questions I have two questions for you .. who are you? where is Wrath? I am sorta a friend of Wraths. I mean the King. Wrath is the King and he is at home with Queen Beth and their son LW. Great!! Then to answer your questions I am no one of importance, I’ve been in Caldwell about a year now, and your predecessor left my address in that book so that I can help you. She started walking up towards the Starbucks entrance and Lassiter grabbed the door as they entered she asked him...do you have a cellphone, I will text you my home address and you can meet me there tonight around 8:30 pm. Lassiter gave her his number she pulled out her iPhone 12 Pro Max and sent him the address. taking out his phone to confirm 7912 Wallace Ave... Lassiter couldn’t help himself... oh you live in the snazzy part of town huh. Pea just laughed it off and said but of course. Pea got in line and Lassiter exited the building.

7 pm rolled around and Pea decided to go ahead and lock up the store for the evening. Que had done well for the day commission wise and so he was okay with it. Pea decided that since she was having company over that she would cook a meal for her guest. No doubt he would be full of questions for her and she needed to ready to answer them. Her specialty was southern food. A few decades ago she spent time traveling the south more specifically the Low Country and she just fell completely in love with the food. So the menu tonight would be Fried chicken, collard greens with smoked neckbones, mac n cheese, white pepper gravy, and white rice and cornbread muffins served with warm cane patch syrup.

She hadn’t had much of an appetite lately and her body was becoming achier. so she figured since soaking in her deep pool style tub wasn’t working as well as it once did maybe she should just do more. Because if she was being honest with herself... her schedule had become quite routine... home..work....maybe Nells lounge for drinks....and that’s it. Day in day out same thing over and over. Pea arrived home ready to cook. She took out the pots and pans, put on some of the soul music stations, and got to work in the kitchen. She did enjoy cooking there was something very cathartic about it. After everything was simmering and the fried chicken was in the oven warming Pea went downstairs to her basement bedroom and took a quick shower threw on pair of Nike tights and oversized T-shirts and headed back upstairs to await her guest. 8:30 pm on the dot Lassiter materialized on the Wallace block a few houses down from where Pea lived. He was only familiar with this side of town because the brothers Darius & Thorment both lived somewhere over in this area some time ago. He approached her house white with black shutters you could tell it had complete renovation done. The farmhouse look was nice and something you didn’t see in the city all the time. When he got on the porch he could smell the fried chicken he hit the doorbell and Pea answered right away. Hey, come on in. Did you cook? Yea I threw a little something together for us to snack on. Lassiter shrugged out of his jacket and laid it on the arm of the sofa. Pea walked into the kitchen and begin the lay the food out Buffett style Lassiter's eyes grew Bigger with each entree. Shall we eat first and then talk or vice versa? Grabbing a plate Lassiter said EAT. FIRST. Pea made a plate and knew she would have to force the food down because her appetite has been completely crap lately. After they ate dinner Lassiter took a deep breath rubbed his stomach and said I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve been chosen to be the protector over the king and the brotherhood but I think I’m losing ground. Our soldiers are being placed in harm's way and this new threat to them is a real bit— beast. She has so much hate in her soul and so much control over the evil. How can I fortify these guys so that they can compete because what they have now is not enough? I need to find her weakness so that I can take her out. How do you know the evil is her? The Destroyer prophecy came to light the Omega is no more And Devina assisted with his destruction. Devina? Yes, she is The Omega’s little sister. Lassiter took a swallow of sweet tea and ran his fingers through his hair. and that’s the just of it. Pea sat for a moment then got up and begin to clear the dishes. Listen, I’m willing to help educate you about your new role and possibly find a weakness for Devina. Because one thing is for sure... the only thing that combats darkness and evil is goodness and light. I have only 2 conditions 1. We train from a neutral location because I can’t have my identity be compromised and 2. No matter what we find out after 3 weeks, I get to leave and come back to normal life. Deal? Lassiter held out his hand and said deal. We will train at the brotherhood mansion it’s secure and neutral. Brotherhood mansion? Yup everyone resides there, they have plenty of room. Okay, and what will you tell them when they ask who am I? With a smirk Lassiter responded with his best southern accent: why, You’ll be my cousin Peanut from down south. Okay... so then you pick me up here tomorrow at 8 pm. I will need to make arrangements at the store.

Pea went into the store the next day good thing she had both Samantha and Que on the schedule. She told them that she had a family emergency come up and that would be out of the office for the next few weeks. They both were responsible and she trusted them to run things accordingly. Once she got home she soaked in her tub for a good long hour trying to soothe her muscles as much as could but it wasn’t helping. So she went ahead did something she never had done before which was take ibuprofen. Hopefully, that would make the muscle aches more manageable, she got packed up for the three weeks in a big rolling suitcase, a smaller duffel bag, and her purse. At 7:58 she looked out the window and Black Cadillac Escalade ESV pulled into her driveway. The passenger side door swung open and Lassiter hopped out. Nice wheels... They aren’t mine. I caught a ride with a friend Are these all your bags? Yes.. too much? I wasn’t sure what to bring... haven’t ever done this before. You are good. Pea made sure everything was locked up tight and followed Lassiter to the SUV. While he put her bags in the back she went to the opened back door on the passenger side. How are ya? A big guy said with a thick Southie accent. I’m doing well and yourself. I’m good so you just moved here from down south? Yes, the Myrtle Beach area, and this guy here is your cousin. Yes, sir... don’t let this city scare you okay. It’s a great place to live but you have to be on your P’s & Q’s. No pun intended ...Yes sir. Butch give her a break she is not that fragile. As they pulled off slowly Pea had a gut feeling that this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had planned. After a 30 minute ride and going through a series of what had to be gates due to the stop and going Pea assumed. The windows all had those shades that came up and covered them. So she couldn’t see where she was. Lassiter turned around from the front seat and said we’re here. He hopped out and then opened her door. The brother butch went around the back grabbed Peas bags. The male was HUGE ... Pea remembered studying about the brotherhood ... they were bred to be elite, the biggest and strongest of the race. Follow me Lassiter said... let’s go inside. The word mansion didn’t do this place justice it was more like a 2 hotels and palace wrapped into one big place. We walked to the double doors and butch looked up to what Pea assumed to be was the camera because the doors opened then we entered a large vestibule where Butch repeated the same Process and then another set of doors were opened by a butler. He immediately took Peas bags from butch and said madam I will place these in your guest room. Pea dropped her head and said thank you. And as she crossed over the threshold into the foyer her joints were on fire. She knew this was a mistake. So who all lives here? before Lassiter could answer Butch started running off names. My brothers Vishous by the way he likes to be called V his sister Payne, Zadist, his twin brother Phury, Rhage, Tohrment, John Matthew, Qhuinn & Blaylock, Zcor and his crew all our Shellens and young. The Rev may stop by and oh yea the king & queen Wrath and Beth and their son.

King and Queen?! As in King Wrath son of Wrath?! Holy shit!

Pea felt like the wind had been knocked out of her... how on earth was she going to make it in this house for three weeks around so many male vampires not to mention the king himself. Come on into the game room you might as well meet everyone now. Pea slowly followed Lassiter into room where she spotted Vishous & Payne first. They both resembled their mahmen. Butch started the introductions as Pea waved hello. She was introduced to Manny Payne’s husband John Matthew, Quinn, Blaylock, Layla, and the twins. The Queen stuck her head and with cutest little fellow on her hip... he truly was the spitting image of his father. Hi Lassiters cousin correct? Yes my name is Peanut but I go by Pea Well Pea welcome to our home any family of Lassiters is family to us as well. Feel free to help yourself to anything and if you need any help don’t hesitate to reach out. This little fellow wants a snack.

Here let me show you where you will be sleeping..Lassiter escorted Pea down a hall that had enough priceless paintings and collectibles, that it could have held it on at any museum. The room that Pea would be staying in was located in the middle of hall. When Lassiter opened the door Pea went completely speechless. The room was decorated like something straight out the Biltmore mansion. Big dramatic curtains the went from the ceiling to the floor, fabric wall paper, chandelier lighting, more expensive paintings, deep custom walk in closet, bathroom with tub big enough for a few people to soak in. At least I will be comfortable, Pea thought to herself. She went and sat on the edge of the bed her joints stiffened and her stomach growled. She used the restroom washed her hands and face then clamped down on her all her instincts and walked into the hall. Lassiter went ahead and setup in sitting room off from the library. He had what appeared to be volumes of the scribe virgins journals. They chronicled the battles and enemies to the brotherhood. Starting with the first warrior. this is where I think we should start? Before Pea could answer her stomach blurred out a loud roar... I didn’t eat lunch today... can we grab something quick? Sure I will have the doggen make you something... what would you like? I can do something small maybe like a smoothie with fruit berries banana and beets..lots of beets.. Beets? Lassiter said making a yuck face First of all beets are good for you and if you roast them they get sweeter. And a turkey sandwich. The sandwich was just a decoy. She hoped the smoothie would get her though the evening.

As they began to comb through the volumes... Pea started to reminisce about the time she had spent with Annalise and her newborn twins. At that time Pea was completely lost and the world she thought she knew was snatched from under her yet again. Her young life been a constant moving circus. From pillar to post she sometimes slept in a bed and other times she found shelter in screened porch. She never kept the same ghaurdian for a long period of time because it just wasn’t safe for either of them. Sometimes she was awaken in the dead of night and was told we have to move now. There was no time to pack anything or say goodbyes to people that had been generous enough to open up their homes to her. So by the time was a teenager she really was looking and yearning for a mother figure and a home . Just her luck that she would land in the hands of a women that was all business. Even though she had two young of her own it was obvious that she had no kindness or affection to spare when it came to Pea.

The Scribe Virgin had made it clear from the very beginning that Pea was there for her protection and tutelage. Starting from her first day in the sanctuary Pea began reading the journals and committing the most important parts to memory. The information all be it very interesting just did not appeal to Pea whatsoever. But since she was in the care of the Scribe she committed all her time to studying the history so that if the Scribe ever needed her expertise on any subject she would be able to supply an answer. Now after all this time her training was finally going to be useful.

Havers had made it very clear that he was not to be disturbed for at least an hour after he made his last rounds. He blocked the same time out on his weekly schedule concurrently. This was the time he did his transfusions it had been years since he had taken a vein and although the transfusions didn’t supply everything he needed. He was able to survive and He just couldn’t bare the thought of having to take blood from another women. Wether she be of noble blood or not. He felt it would be betrayal to his dearest Evangeline. Havers still remembered the way she smelled it was like fresh cinnamon n Apple spice. Her hair was black and thick like cotton with soft coiled curls throughout she always wore it down because she knew that was the way he liked it. Her smile was warm and inviting like sunshine and her eyes were the color of chocolate brown. She was everything that he could have imagined and then some. Like most marriages of high born their mating was arranged at birth. When her father found out that Havers would be attending medical school. He immediately put her on a path to become a nurse so that they would have something in common. Evangeline attend Rutgers night classes of course graduated in the top 10 percentile of her class. From her first day at his clinic, they were a natural team he admired her drive focus and dedication. She had the ability to communicate with patients on a more personable level. Whereas his approach was very clinical and direct. The knocking at door became louder then the intercom went off. Code blue paging doctor havers code blue in the ER reception area. Havers stopped his infusion pulled down his sleeves and put in his lab jacket and took off. This was the third attack in the past two weeks the patients were coming in more mangled than ever. He knew that he should reach out to the brotherhood about this since there was a pattern forming. But per his last encounter with them nothing had changed he knew he wasn’t on their list of favorite people and vice versa. Maybe he would contact his sister Marissa she was the shellen of the brother Butch He could let her know what’s going on and then she could relay the message. The only problem with that was it had been two years since they last spoke. When she upstaged him at the meeting with families of glymera. Honestly he couldn’t blame her for the way she treated him after all it had been him who started the whole thing by putting her out of their family home just before sunrise. The only way to start mending fences is to put in a phone call which is exactly what he intended to do afterwards. The preservation and safety of the race was more Important than a disagreement between siblings.

After he finished his third surgery he walked back to his office looked up the number to A SafePlace and put the call in. He was prepared to leave a message for his sister to call him back but instead she answered the phone on the second ring. Hello, this is Marissa Greetings Sister Mine, how fair thee this evening? Marissa couldn’t believe the voice coming out of the receiver It had belonged to her brother which she hadn’t spoken to in what felt like forever.

Ahh...I am well brother mine to what do I owe this pleasure? I have a number of cases that are involving brutality. All patients have come in near death their bodies near drained of blood. I’m sure that your husband and his brothers are very busy but if you could bring this to his attention. I would be completely grateful. Marissa took detailed notes and agreed to speak to Butch. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her brother until she heard his voice. She tried to keep on the line but he said he had patients that needed his attention. After Marissa hung up she sat at her desk for minute taking in the fact that her brother reached out to her. The issue of course was very urgent but the fact that Havers had taken his time to dial her up and deliver the information first hand literally had blown Marissa mind. Havers could have sent an email or one of his nurses could have called and left a message. But instead he choose to call her. This gave Marissa hope.. hope that maybe they could mend fences. She really did miss her brother. After a moment had passed Marissa snapped to attention and dialed you her Hellrens number. Hey baby... what’s doing? I just received a call from my bro- I mean Havers... he asked me to inform you about series of cases that have just now started coming to the ER. Marissa provided her Hellren with the same details that had been given to her. Butch told her that he will pass the information along to Tohrement as that was the chain of command. Marissa is there anything else that you want to share with me baby? No, no that’s all he said , why do you ask? Because I can hear something different in your voice. Well it just been such a long time since I’ve heard my bro- I mean Havers... well my brothers voice. That’s all.. Butch listened to Marissa take a deep breath and then said listen I will get this information over to the higher ups and then I’m meeting you for lunch. Marissa politely accepted the invitation and told Butch she loved him and then ended the call. Butch got up from the bar in the great room and made his way upstairs to Wrath’s study ... he knew that Tohr would be in there working with Wrath. It was almost time for 2nd meal and since he was taking Marissa lunch... he wanted to deliver the message and get moving immediately after.

Butch took to the stairs two at a time and when he reached the top he continued a slow jog until he reach Wrath’s office. The door was open which was a good sign maybe he could get in and out without many questions. He gave a light tap on the outside of door as he passed through both of the massive brothers looked up at and greeted him. Sup Butch.. hey I just got a call from Marissa. You will never guessed who contacted her today... Tohr looked at Butch and said.. I despise guessing games, while Wrath said is this really necessary? Not in the least Butch replied. Apparently Havers wanted to give us a heads up on some patients that he recently treated in the ER. He noticing a pattern of mangled body parts or the bodies being nearly drained of blood. Wrath lifted his wrap around shades and rubbed his eyes while Tohr got up and started walking towards the window. Do we know how many people have been effected by this? Havers did not say.. Butch please thank Marissa for me and see if Havers would be open to us possibly speaking with one of the victims. Tohr I will need you to handle this first hand... I would like to assist if possible Butch spoke up. Very well Wrath agreed.. I will give the brothers a briefing on this at the close of shift meeting. I’m going to meet Marissa for lunch you mind if we meet later. No problem.. hit up when you return. Butch went back downstairs and the door to head over to A Safe Place to meet up with his Shellen for lunch. He didn’t like the way she sounded over the phone and all his instincts told him that she needed him now. Marissa was standing outside as Butch pulled the ESV up the driveway... she greeted him with a loving smile. Hi baby you ready for lunch, yes but if we could talk for a moment. Butch put the truck in park and turned to give Marissa his full attention. I miss my brother. He is my baby brother and today is the first day I have spoken to him in two years. I know this shouldn’t cause me worry but it does. Would I offend you if I were to call him? Marissa you are right he is your family and so he is my family, please call him if that is what it takes to make you feel better. A lot of time has passed since your last encounter with him, maybe he has soften a bit by now. Marissa reached over the console and kissed her hellren and said I love you more and more each minute of each hour of each day.

Back in his private lab Havers tried to start the transfusion process again Hopefully this time he will be able to complete it with no distractions. In the very beginning he was excited about the possibility of vampires being able to live off of intravenous blood transfusions. It would mean wonders for so many people. Not having to rely on another the sustain a healthy balance blood diet. But alas in all the years of trials he just hadn’t come across the right combination to call the is process a success. When he rolled up his jacket sleeve there were needle sticks and track marks up and down his arms. If one didn’t know any better they would swear he was using drugs. The fact of the matter was he could only use a spot once. After that the spot became very tender and developed a dark purple bruise under the skin that healed at an extremely slow pace. He figured this had to a side effect from the transfusion. After a very careful observation he located a spot on left forearm, inserted the needle and began the IV pump. Evangeline my dearest I miss you so much. How does one heart heal after experiencing pure love and friendship. I miss you everyday my shellen, I miss the life we made with each other plus the little life that grew inside of you. With tears in his eyes Havers reached over to his computer pulled up his playlist and selected How Came You Mend A Broken Heart By Al Green. This is what his life had become memories, sorrow, sadness, patients and transfusions. Over lunch Marissa shared Havers story with Butch. Havers wasn’t always a pencil pushing buttoned up robotic nerd. He was once considered to be the life of the party. He had a great sense of humor and was very skilled in basketball. Butch had a hard time believing that one but whatever. However once he lost his shellen and child he became a different person. Butch remembered how Tohr was when he came back after he lost Wellsie. He wouldn’t wish that kind of pain on anyone. Butch suggested in a round about way ... maybe it’s time for your brother to move on. To be honest Marissa had thought about herself a time or two but how do you tell that to a grieving widower? After he dropped Marissa back off to

[livesincerely]

[bits & bobs] my body’s craving (so feed the hungry)

Very, extremely E-rated under the cut. You’ve been warned

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The dance floor is a mess of bodies but Davey manages to carve himself a space amongst the masses, letting himself rock and sway with the thumping bass pounding through the speakers. Tomorrow’s the full moon and naturally the club is packed⁠—every shifter, siren, and sea creature in the city amped up and raring to go as the lunar cycle pulls at them.

It’s almost impossible to not bump into anyone; there are drifting, curious hands, knuckles that drag across his bare arms, a few flirty glances, but Davey ignores them all. Anyone stupid enough to overlook the bite mark that peeks out from under the lace of his collar, the way he all but reeks of werewolf, deserves what’s coming to them.

He lets his head fall back, raising his arms just enough that his shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin between it and the waist of his leather pants, and this time when he feels a pair of eyes land on him, he knows without looking that these are the eyes he wants.

Davey gives it a moment, then glances over his shoulder. He can just make them out over the crowd: Sean’s nursing his whiskey, Tony’s wrapped up in Sean’s coat, and Jack’s leaning against the bar, watching him.

When their eyes meet, Jack’s gaze goes sharp, hungry, the predator within staring back at him. Davey winks, blows a kiss, and keeps on dancing.

He doesn’t see Jack put down his drink and abandon his spot at the bar, doesn’t see him approach, but he recognizes the heat of him when he steps up behind him, feels familiar arms wrapping around his waist. Davey hums to himself, pleased, leaning into the embrace.

…..

“Jesus, Jack,” Davey groans when Jack releases his lower lip from between his teeth⁠—from between his fangs, Davey mentally corrects, noting the change with a quiet thrill. “I thought you didn’t want to dance?”

Jack’s hands slip lower, one digging into his hip, the other splaying wide and possessive over the small of Davey’s back. “Changed my mind.”

“Oh?” Davey murmurs, curling his fingers through Jack’s belt loops to draw him closer even as their hips continue to sway to the beat. “And why’s that, I wonder?”

“One’a life’s great mysteries,” Jack says, leaning in to kiss along Davey’s jaw. “Why would I want an armful of the prettiest guy in the room? The world may never know.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Davey asks, pitching his voice to something soft and sultry, batting his lashes just so.

Jack’s eyes narrow, his grip around Davey’s hips tightening that much more.

“You’re a menace,” he growls, and god, he’s so easy to rile this close to the full moon. Davey has to bite his lip to keep himself from smirking. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doin’.”

“So, you don’t think I’m pretty?” Davey pouts.

Jack tilts his head and catches Davey’s mouth in another kiss, deep and dominating.

“I think,” he says against Davey’s still-parted lips, his voice low and rough, “that you’re the most gorgeous creature on the face of this Earth. An’ I think you’re gonna regret teasin’ me like this when we get home.”

“And I think,” Davey replies, a little breathlessly, looping his arms around Jack’s neck and bringing their foreheads together, “that isn’t as much of a threat as you probably think it is.”

…..

Jack’s lips drag against his skin, a hint of teeth scrape against his collarbone, his voice a gravely rasp that cuts through the music and sends a thrum of heat down his spine.

“We’re leaving.”

…..

Davey scrabbles at the uneven wall of the alley, widening his stance as Jack presses himself along his back.

“Jack,” he tries, but breaks off with a gasp as Jack unceremoniously sticks his hand down the front of his pants and wraps a hot hand around his dick.

“No underwear?” Jack asks in that same rough snarl, working him slowly. “Naughty boy.”

“You fucking saw me get dressed, you knew I wasn’t⁠—” Davey hisses as Jack’s thumb flicks over the head of his cock. “Fuck,” he bites out.

He wriggles in Jack’s hold, not sure if he’s trying to grind back against where Jack’s hard and heavy against the cleft of his ass or buck up into the tight clench of his fist, and finds Jack’s palm between his shoulder blades, pushing him forward until he’s pinned against the bricks.

“Jack,” he breathes, hot and aching and overwhelmed. “Someone’s could walk out, someone could see us⁠—”

“Should’a thought about that before you ran that smart mouth’a yours,” Jack says, and he sounds wild, fierce and feral.

The hand pressed against Davey’s back creeps up to curl around the nape of his neck. The pressure of it is enough to make Davey’s eye cross and his knees go weak, a strangled moan caught in his throat.

“Fuck, Jack, please⁠—”

“I told you,” Jack grunts, and Davey can hear the Wolf in him, prowling just beneath the surface, “that you’d regret playin’ games with me, David.”

[moeruhoshi]

Heated kiss prompt

Natsu had a thing he liked to do. It was a kink, he learned, after an hour-long drunken ramble Cana went on and traumatized half the guild with. (Bacchus was sure into some weird stuff). But he uncovered some of his own feelings, confirmed when Lucy caught his attention.He’d been around fire his whole life obviously, heat was an extremely safe and comforting part of his life. The time on Tenrou Island when he gave Lucy his fire to finish off Hikaru Kain, he was mesmerized by the sight of her wrapped in his flames. They had grown closer after the seven-year time skip, Natsu’s dragon going haywire after the incident. Her touches, as simple as they were, would send speedy shivers down his spine, his mentality coaxing him to gain more. The dormant beast inside him had grown while they slept, purred when Lucy fought through the Grand Magic Games, roared to get her back from the knights, and snapped when he lost her future self. After the dragon incident, Fairy Tail took a month-long break to recuperate, and Natsu refused to let her go. Lucy understood, she was shaken up after the fight too, and let herself indulge in the thick arms of her partner. They stayed in a majority of the month, Happy taking the liberty to fly in their food before returning to Charle and Wendy. Natsu did nothing but hold her and spent their vacation in content.His obsession grew slowly, satisfied at first with keeping her warm and getting her addicted to his heat. Natsu would slowly increase his body temperature to get her used to him, pride beating strong in his heart as they slept. He knew there was a part of him that took control when he was alone with Lucy, but he was careful not to hurt her; she was precious.His fire swirled in his fingers as he watched her sleep and his eyes glazed over with a sweet heat, watching as it moved on its own, caressing Lucy’s cheek lovingly. She stirred and turned onto her back, mumbling and cozying to the source of heat. It was more often nowadays that she would sleep in thin and short nighties since he kept amping up the sweltering warmth between them. He selfishly stared down her bare décolletage, teeth aching to experience the flavor of her skin. The fire continued to spill, the stream loosely wrapping around her arms and down to her waist, hips, thighs, even her toes. They barely ever slept with a blanket, the blonde finding it unnecessary when Natsu was her personal furnace. He slowly closed his fist and watched the makeshift rope tighten before Lucy’s strained groan let his conscious mind return. The fire was quick to vanish before she woke up, Lucy’s bleary eyes blinking up at Natsu’s wide grin.“…it’s not morning, hmm?” Lucy stretched her arms above her head, circling them around her partner's neck and cozying up to his chest.“Not yet, Luce. Go back to sleep.” Natsu buried his nose in her hair and rubbed circles into her back to lull her to sleep.His want to give her his fire grew, one night pushing past the boundary of their friendship that they had protected for so long. Natsu swallowed thickly as he stepped into the hot spring with his partner, the two taking a soak after a day spent working in a restaurant as waiters.“Thank you for not eating any of the costumer's food,” Lucy laughed from her spot in the other side of the water, back turned to the pink haired slayer.“I know when you have to pay your rent, I wouldn’t screw that up.” He rolled his eyes, pouting when she wouldn’t wade to his side. “I know the girl's bath is closed but you don’t gotta stand all the way over there.”“I’m not going to let you see me naked,” She scoffed, sinking lower in the water to loosen her tight muscles. “But can you heat up the water, this feels a bit too cold.”Natsu’s chest rumbled with a happy purr as Lucy’s body shuddered at the increase in heat, ears singing at the sound of her satisfied moan.They laid together that night in the only hotel bed left in the building, the celestial mage not minding as she cuddled against Natsu, squealing and giggling as his arm trapped her against the soft mattress. Her eyes met his in a sweet embrace, Lucy suddenly aware of just how close his face was. His nose bumped against hers, a soft smile gracing his lips as his hand rested gently on the small of her back. They continued to look at each other as Natsu held the stare, the dragon slayer gradually building the heat between them again. She felt the protection he provided her in waves, forever grateful to have a partner that would fight till his last breath for her. It was in his eyes and the way he held her, tight yet delicately as if she would break if he made the wrong move. She panted delightfully as the heat she had come so used to increased, her skin barely sweating even at such a high temperature. He toyed lazily with her strewn about hair, smiling softly down at her as he brought a strand to his nose, breathing in a scent he had told her in a drunken sleep was beyond intoxicating. She was also painfully aware of how she and Natsu were dressed, finding it hard not to imagine what might happen in his boxers and ‘her’ old t-shirt that she took from Natsu’s house. She mewled as the heat rose goosebumps on her skin; it was weird but whenever she felt him warming her, there was the light sensation of faux flames licking her skin and wrapping around her for security. Her cheeks reddened as Natsu reached over her, pulling the chain of the lamp on the bedside table to turn it off. She appreciated an up-close view of her partner, flushing more as he pulled her against his chest similarly to every night they slept together. The kiss to her temple was always a bit jarring, she could feel just how hot his lips were.Natsu grinned at the awkward way Lucy held herself against him, excited to feel her squirm a bit against his side. Her eyes shut tightly as she tried to force herself to sleep, Natsu felt the strange beast take reign of their body, fire dripping from his fingers. He wanted to let her nurse on the tips, just to get a taste of his flames as the core of her body was adjusting to him. He wanted to hear her moan and beg for more, greedily feed them to her with his mouth. He groaned and held himself back, cowering over Lucy with a classic death-grip like hold.She choked as he overdid himself, apologizing profusely as she reflexively kicked him out of bed.“You alright, Natsu?” Lucy asked when he didn’t make the usual effort to climb back in. She peeked over the edge of her bed and watched her partner sit with his head in his hands.“Y-Yeah, sorry about that, Luce.” She motioned to help him up, though felt a slight worry grow when he wasn’t immediate to wrap his arms around her. Lucy bravely kissed his forehead and gave him a worried look, her hands gently caressing his features.“Get some rest, you can pick the next job when we get home,” She hummed as he snickered, nodding as he reveled in the feel of her velvety kiss. They grinned as their eyes met, another kiss to the tip of his nose and lateral to his cheek. She sighed as his heat held her again, Lucy mumbling her thanks as she continued to peck lightly against his jawline.There was a slight tiredness in her movements, but she was gripped with a sudden need to shower the dragon slayer in sweetened affection. She pressed herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she lazily assaulted his face. Natsu purred as her fingers lightly scratched at the base of his head, finding her ministrations absolutely irresistible. The familiar bubble of his flames in the pit of his stomach was quick to breach his lips, groaning when Lucy placed a soft kiss against their corner. His hand maneuvered to the back of her neck, coaxing her to rise and meet his own flushed face. The blonde mage shakily swept her tongue across her bottom lip as Natsu seemed to be enchanted by their pink puffiness. His thumb lightly grazed the borders, inwardly amazed by the simple softness he could already feel with the pads of his fingers. Natsu shifted them so that he loomed over her, happy when Lucy didn’t resist. She was nervous, he could smell it, calming her with a sensual wave of faux flames, enjoying the look in her eye as her body loosened.“Luce…” His voice was gravelly compared to its usual sound, the girl in question tensing as he did only but admire her moonlit features. She could imagine the words that might roll from his tongue, endless confessions of every part of her body that he found the most beautiful, gracing every nook and cranny with his lips until it was ingrained in her skin, the eyes he flashed in intense battle when he attempted to scare the enemy into submission. He stared so long she became embarrassed, even needy to allow him access to her body.“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She asked in an unsure whisper, shivering as Natsu split his one of a kind grin.“Is it okay?” Her heart clenched, only Natsu would ask for permission when they were already in the assumed position.“Yeah,” She let her own smile split as he leaned down, their lips locking and getting a taste of the other. It was quick once they teetered over the line of friendship, the buried love in their hearts breaking through and taking control. They had held back for so long that Lucy already found herself submissed to Natsu’s provocativeness, smothered in his arms. She moaned against their delicate heat, finding it weirdly adorable when she felt steam grace the sides of her face, greedily stealing it into her mouth. Natsu’s tongue was eager to meld against her own, fire failing to stay settled any longer. It followed as she let him in, yelping slightly as the lava-like flow began down her throat. It was an addictive heat that spread in her stomach as they fervently swapped spit, Lucy disappointed as he pulled away.“What’s wrong?” She mumbled with swollen lips, hooded eyes meeting golden ones she had never seen.“My fire… did you like it?” He seemed desperate for an answer to allow him to feed her more, Lucy biting her bottom lip and nodding to allow him to continue.

[a-room-of-my-own]

Four years ago, I wrote about my decision to live as a woman in The New York Times, writing that I had wanted to live “authentically as the woman that I have always been,” and had “effectively traded my white male privilege to become one of America’s most hated minorities.”

Three years ago, I decided that I was neither male nor female, but nonbinary—and made headlines after an Oregon judge agreed to let me identify as a third sex, not male or female.

Now, I want to live again as the man that I am.

I’m one of the lucky ones. Despite participating in medical transgenderism for six years, my body is still intact. Most people who desist from transgender identities after gender changes can’t say the same.

But that’s not to say I got off scot-free. My psyche is eternally scarred, and I’ve got a host of health issues from the grand medical experiment.

Here’s how things began.

After convincing myself that I was a woman during a severe mental health crisis, I visited a licensed nurse practitioner in early 2013 and asked for a hormone prescription. “If you don’t give me the drugs, I’ll buy them off the internet,” I threatened.

Although she’d never met me before, the nurse phoned in a prescription for 2 mg of oral estrogen and 200 mg of Spironolactone that very same day.

The nurse practitioner ignored that I have chronic post-traumatic stress disorder, having previously served in the military for almost 18 years. All of my doctors agree on that. Others believe that I have bipolar disorder and possibly borderline personality disorder.

I should have been stopped, but out-of-control, transgender activism had made the nurse practitioner too scared to say no.

I’d learned how to become a female from online medical documents at a Department of Veterans Affairs hospital website.

After I began consuming the cross-sex hormones, I started therapy at a gender clinic in Pittsburgh so that I could get people to sign off on the transgender surgeries I planned to have.

All I needed to do was switch over my hormone operating fuel and get my penis turned into a vagina. Then I’d be the same as any other woman. That’s the fantasy the transgender community sold me. It’s the lie I bought into and believed.

Only one therapist tried to stop me from crawling into this smoking rabbit hole. When she did, I not only fired her, I filed a formal complaint against her. “She’s a gatekeeper,” the trans community said.

Professional stigmatisms against “conversion therapy” had made it impossible for the therapist to question my motives for wanting to change my sex.

The “Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders” (Fifth Edition) says one of the traits of gender dysphoria is believing that you possess the stereotypical feelings of the opposite sex. I felt that about myself, but yet no therapist discussed it with me.

Two weeks hadn’t passed before I found a replacement therapist. The new one quickly affirmed my identity as a woman. I was back on the road to getting vaginoplasty.

There’s abundant online literature informing transgender people that their sex change isn’t real. But when a licensed medical doctor writes you a letter essentially stating that you were born in the wrong body and a government agency or court of law validates that delusion, you become damaged and confused. I certainly did.

Painful Roots

My trauma history resembles a ride down the Highway of Death during the first Gulf War.

As a child, I was sexually abused by a male relative. My parents severely beat me. At this point, I’ve been exposed to so much violence and had so many close calls that I don’t know how to explain why I’m still alive. Nor do I know how to mentally process some of the things I’ve seen and experienced.

Dr. Ray Blanchard has an unpopular theory that explains why someone like me may have been drawn to transgenderism. He claims there are two types of transgender women: homosexuals that are attracted to men, and men who are attracted to the thought or image of themselves as females.

It’s a tough thing to admit, but I belong to the latter group. We are classified as having autogynephilia.

After having watched pornography for years while in the Army and being married to a woman who resisted my demands to become the ideal female, I became that female instead. At least in my head.

While autogynephilia was my motivation to become a woman, gender stereotypes were my means of implementation. I believed wearing a long wig, dresses, heels, and makeup would make me a woman.

Feminists begged to differ on that. They rejected me for conforming to female stereotypes. But as a new member of the transgender community, I beat up on them too. The women who become men don’t fight the transgender community’s wars. The men in dresses do.

Medical Malpractice

The best thing that could have happened would have been for someone to order intensive therapy. That would have protected me from my inclination to cross-dress and my risky sexual transgressions, of which there were many.

Instead, quacks in the medical community hid me in the women’s bathroom with people’s wives and daughters. “Your gender identity is female,” these alleged professionals said.

The medical community is so afraid of the trans community that they’re now afraid to give someone Blanchard’s diagnosis. Trans men are winning in medicine, and they’ve won the battle for language.

Think of the word “transvestite.” They’ve succeeded in making it a vulgar word, even though it just means men dressing like women. People are no longer allowed to tell the truth about men like me. Everyone now has to call us transgender instead.

The diagnostic code in my records at the VA should read Transvestic Disorder (302.3). Instead, the novel theories of Judith Butler and Anne Fausto-Sterling have been used to cover up the truths written about by Blanchard, J. Michael Bailey, and Alice Dreger.

I confess to having been motivated by autogynephilia during all of this. Blanchard was right.

Trauma, hypersexuality owing to childhood sexual abuse, and autogynephilia are all supposed to be red flags for those involved in the medical arts of psychology, psychiatry, and physical medicine—yet nobody except for the one therapist in Pittsburgh ever tried to stop me from changing my sex. They just kept helping me to harm myself.

Escaping to ‘Nonbinary’

Three years into my gender change from male to female, I looked hard into the mirror one day. When I did, the facade of femininity and womanhood crumbled.

Despite having taken or been injected with every hormone and antiandrogen concoction in the VA’s medical arsenal, I didn’t look anything like a female. People on the street agreed. Their harsh stares reflected the reality behind my fraudulent existence as a woman. Biological sex is immutable.

It took three years for that reality to set in with me.

When the fantasy of being a woman came to an end, I asked two of my doctors to allow me to become nonbinary instead of female to bail me out. Both readily agreed.

After pumping me full of hormones—the equivalent of 20 birth control pills per day—they each wrote a sex change letter. The two weren’t just bailing me out. They were getting themselves off the hook for my failed sex change. One worked at the VA. The other worked at Oregon Health & Science University.

To escape the delusion of having become a woman, I did something completely unprecedented in American history. In 2016, I convinced an Oregon judge to declare my sex to be nonbinary—neither male nor female.

In my psychotic mind, I had restored the mythical third sex to North America. And I became the first legally recognized nonbinary person in the country.

Celebrity Status

The landmark court decision catapulted me to instant fame within the LGBT community. For 10 nonstop days afterward, the media didn’t let me sleep. Reporters hung out in my Facebook feed, journalists clung to my every word, and a Portland television station beamed my wife and I into living rooms in the United Kingdom.

Becoming a woman had gotten me into The New York Times. Convincing a judge that my sex was nonbinary got my photos and story into publications around the world.

Then, before the judge’s ink had even dried on my Oregon sex change court order, a Washington, D.C.-based LGBT legal aid organization contacted me. “We want to help you change your birth certificate,” they offered.

Within months, I scored another historic win after the Department of Vital Records issued me a brand new birth certificate from Washington, D.C., where I was born. A local group called Whitman-Walker Health had gotten my sex designation on my birth certificate switched to “unknown.” It was the first time in D.C. history a birth certificate had been printed with a sex marker other than male or female.

Another transgender legal aid organization jumped on the Jamie Shupe bandwagon, too. Lambda Legal used my nonbinary court order to help convince a Colorado federal judge to order the State Department to issue a passport with an X marker (meaning nonbinary) to a separate plaintiff named Dana Zzyym.

LGBT organizations helping me to screw up my life had become a common theme. During my prior sex change to female, the New York-based Transgender Legal Defense & Education Fund had gotten my name legally changed. I didn’t like being named after the uncle who’d molested me. Instead of getting me therapy for that, they got me a new name.

A Pennsylvania judge didn’t question the name change, either. Wanting to help a transgender person, she had not only changed my name, but at my request she also sealed the court order, allowing me to skip out on a ton of debt I owed because of a failed home purchase and begin my new life as a woman. Instead of merging my file, two of the three credit bureaus issued me a brand new line of credit.

Walking Away From Fiction

It wasn’t until I came out against the sterilization and mutilation of gender-confused children and transgender military service members in 2017 that LGBT organizations stopped helping me. Most of the media retreated with them.

Overnight, I went from being a liberal media darling to a conservative pariah.

Both groups quickly began to realize that the transgender community had a runaway on their hands. Their solution was to completely ignore me and what my story had become. They also stopped acknowledging that I was behind the nonbinary option that now exists in 11 states.

The truth is that my sex change to nonbinary was a medical and scientific fraud.

Consider the fact that before the historic court hearing occurred, my lawyer informed me that the judge had a transgender child.

Sure enough, the morning of my brief court hearing, the judge didn’t ask me a single question. Nor did this officer of the court demand to see any medical evidence alleging that I was born something magical. Within minutes, the judge just signed off on the court order.

I do not have any disorders of sexual development. All of my sexual confusion was in my head. I should have been treated. Instead, at every step, doctors, judges, and advocacy groups indulged my fiction.

The carnage that came from my court victory is just as precedent-setting as the decision itself. The judge’s order led to millions of taxpayer dollars being spent to put an X marker on driver’s licenses in 11 states so far. You can now become male, female, or nonbinary in all of them.

In my opinion, the judge in my case should have recused herself. In doing so, she would have spared me the ordeal still yet to come. She also would have saved me from having to bear the weight of the big secret behind my win.

I now believe that she wasn’t just validating my transgender identity. She was advancing her child’s transgender identity, too.

A sensible magistrate would have politely told me no and refused to sign such an outlandish legal request. “Gender is just a concept. Biological sex defines all of us,” that person would have said.

In January 2019, unable to advance the fraud for another single day, I reclaimed my male birth sex. The weight of the lie on my conscience was heavier than the value of the fame I’d gained from participating in this elaborate swindle.

Two fake gender identities couldn’t hide the truth of my biological reality. There is no third gender or third sex. Like me, intersex people are either male or female. Their condition is the result of a disorder of sexual development, and they need help and compassion.

I played my part in pushing forward this grand illusion. I’m not the victim here. My wife, daughter, and the American taxpayers are—they are the real victims.

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When Are Kittens Weaned?

” A remarkable amount of development happens in the very first year of life, with the bulk remaining in the very first six months,” Anthony, owner and clinical director of Aurora Cat Healthcare Facility and also Resort in Aurora, Colo., informs Daily Paws. “During that preliminary half year, kitties will certainly grow from an average birth weight of around 100 grams to around 6 extra pounds. In the first 2 weeks alone, their body weight doubles.”.

What do kittycats consume from birth to about 4 weeks old? Solely mom’s milk, so as a pet parent, your job is to make certain Mom pet cat is as comfortable as she can be. “See to it mommy has very easy access to food, water, and also a litter box considering that she will certainly be the main resource of nourishment for the kittens,” Anthony says. Mom feline need to eat numerous times daily to keep up the energy needed to create milk and also feed her kittycats. If you’re cultivating kitties or caring for strays, you’ll represent Mother pet cat with bottle feeding for about the exact same amount of time..

Anthony adds that kittycats aren’t able to visit the restroom by themselves up until concerning 3 weeks old. Until that time, their mother will stimulate them by licking their little rears. Consult a veterinarian on exactly how to motivate your young wards to urinate as well as defecate if they lack a mother.

When kittycats are 3– 4 weeks old, you’ll discover they amp up the scamper. They’re creeping about, tumbling with their brother or sisters, and also they’re endlessly curious about what Momma Feline is doing, especially when you put out food for her. Due to the fact that their weensy teeth are coming in, as well, this means kittens can start consuming food in small amounts, however Anthony urges you not to force the issue.

” Kittens that are nursing have a tendency to follow mommy’s lead yet are normally interested about food by the time they are 4– 6 weeks old,” she says. “This is when they begin requiring much more nutrition than mom can supply, which is specifically real in bigger clutters.”.

What to Feed a Kitten (and Just How).

Introduce particularly created kitten food, which has all the crucial nutrients kitties need for optimum development. Veterinary specialists recommend picking brands licensed by the American Organization of Feed Control Officials, which indicates the food satisfies the sector’s minimum nutrition needs.

When assessing the best food for kitties, here’s what Anthony recommends:.

Try to find bundle wording that states “animal feeding tests utilizing AAFCO procedures” or “developed to fulfill criteria.”. The very first 3 or 4 active ingredients, which are detailed by weight, should be the main mass of the food, with meat near the top..

She additionally recommends Royal Canin Mommy and also Babycat in both damp as well as dry ranges for neonatal kitty diet plans (around 1– 4 months old), and you can ask your veterinarian for extra referrals. Avoid feeding kittycats adult pet cat food or pet food since neither choice has the proper solution to make certain a kitten’s healthy growth..

A good place to begin: mix heated kitten wet food (make certain it is not warm) with kitten formula, slowly reducing the quantity of formula combined in. Set out a couple of shallow recipes, concerning one per kitten, near to where the litter is largely located. “Kittens can’t go too far, so comfort is vital,” Anthony claims. How much do you feed a kitty? About a tablespoon in each meal is a great begin so all littermates have plenty of opportunities to nosh.

Momma Feline will design eating behavior by snacking on several of the food and also nudging her babies towards it. “Because she has such high dietary demands during lactation, she should have open access to the kitty food too,” Anthony says. Yet do not be stunned if the waddling felines just play with– and also in!– it for some time. Quickly, mama will let them know when the nursing home window is closed and these brand-new tasty treats are theirs to take pleasure in. This is when you’ll need to lay out their very own litter box, also, as all automated systems need to be totally operational!

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As a child, you spend the hours watching clocks tick. You go hungry, wondering who will feed you because you are not old enough to feed yourself. No one teaches you how to survive, how to pass for human. These are all things you learn by watching others. By watching how American families behave on the after school specials. If you don’t shower every day, it’s because you don’t know how to turn on the water and you’re too small to crawl into the tub yourself. The kids in kindergarten call you Mowgli from The Jungle Book because your hair is a knotted rat’s nest. Your glasses are always dirty. The teacher likes you, but only because she thinks you’re smart. Your skin grows pale because after school, you descend into the basement with its broken floorboards and damp air and centipedes. There’s a TV there and your imaginary adventures won’t disturb your father on the third floor. The kids bully you because you’re strange, with your almond eyes and odd turns of phrase. Because you cry easily. You never forget a girl named Brittany who pulls the corners of her wide brown eyes and calls you a ching chong china girl. Who sneers when you cry and cements your reputation as a sensitive tattletale. You and your parents, you move like ghosts through your old English Tudor house. At night the pipes clank and you can hear squirrels and raccoons running through the walls. For years, you think they’re poltergeists who will reach their ghastly fingers through the walls and pluck out your eyes if you fall asleep after midnight. You lie in bed with your eyes closed, but your mind racing. You hate this old house but it’s your father’s dream home, grand and out of his budget. As you get older, it decays from disrepair even as he sinks more money into it. It’ll be yours one day, he promises. After your mother leaves, your father sits at the marble dining table. Another opulent artifact that hints at grander visions that he can’t afford. This is your mother’s turn of phrase. It’s something she whispered to you at dinner one night in her tiny studio apartment. Did you know, she asks, that he’s filed for bankruptcy again? Don’t forget, she says, that she is the only reason either of you are alive. He asks you if she’s coming home because months later, after she spat in his face, after he choked her, after they both left you trembling on the floor, he doesn’t understand she’s gone for good. You say no. He clenches his fists and screams. It sounds like a wounded wolf howling into the night, except it’s a quiet Sunday afternoon. It’s a sound that will haunt you the rest of your life. He cries that he’s so lonely. His sobs echo around the living room and settle between your ribs. You both stare at an empty dinner table and together, you ignore the growl of your stomachs. He grew up a poor farm boy in North Korea. You are Mowgli of the Basement. You both know how to starve without dying. These are the memories flickering through your head as he lays dying. His clammy skin is stretched tight over his bones and his eyes are crusted shut. He wheezes with the help of a respirator. Your father is a skeleton on life support. The nurses hand you a face mask and tell you to speak loudly in his ear. They say hearing is the last sense to go. They all know your name before you set foot in the hospital. You’re the only thing he’s talked about for months and shame sprouts like a weed in your heart. You should’ve been here months ago. It wasn’t all bad. He taught you how to ride a bike. Velocity isn’t the same thing as speed, but it is what your eight-year-old self experiences as she hurtles downhill. Papa doesn’t believe in training wheels, but he does believe you can learn how to ride a bike in an hour this way. Velocity, he explains, is how fast you go in a particular direction. It’s a function of time. This downhill slope is right next to the church across the street. Don’t pedal, he says. Just grip the handlebars, and don’t fall. When you can make it all the way down to the bottom of the hill without falling, then you can pedal. To this day, you’re not sure how this worked. You were a pale and clumsy child. You should’ve hated this. You should’ve been afraid. And yet, you flew. He was right. You learned how to ride a bike this way in less than an hour. This is what you talk about in his ear while you remember the day he screamed at the dinner table. You tell him about that sunny day in May when you skipped work to ride your bike at Prospect Park. How you thought of him on that steep downhill, pedaling as fast as you could so you could feel the wind whip around your face at 20, 30mph. All the while, he is in your head. Screaming how lonely he is at that dinner table, asking for your mother. He dies while you hold his bloated hand. You wonder if souls have velocity when they leave their host bodies. Because as illogical as it sounds, you know you felt it leave the minute the monitor flatlined. Tears burning your eyes, you witnessed the last blush of life leave his cheeks. You watched his skin turn white. And like his scream, this moment is forever burned in your memory. This, you think to yourself, is love. You do not like your father. He was not a good person. No man who can beat his wife and hit a child is an angel. But you had a choice. You chose to fly thousands of miles so that he would not die without any of his children by his side. You went simply because he asked for you. And despite all he did, you do not have it in you to hate a man who gave you the gift of downhill flight. So you love him. You don’t consider the cost on your own soul, or the heavy price of carrying that love forward into the fatherless future. You just love him. In the way only a child could love their flawed, imperfect parent. His death hangs over you for two weeks. You smile and tell people you’re alright, because you are. Because you have to be. But where insomnia used to rule your nights, you cannot stay awake. Your head is clouded with the sound of his scream and the sight of his soul whooshing out of his body. Of sunlight streaming through his hospital window and the heat of a Korean summer sticking to your skin. Of the memory of an eight-year-old girl riding downhill.

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