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I was talking to an idiot and I need validation.

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All You Wanted

Ultimate Predator x Reader

Read Part 1 here. Part 3

Warnings: human x alien relationship, incorrect description of pregnancy and birth 

Summary: Maybe being pregnant wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but having your strong and big mate close did help.

You felt so sick at times you couldn't even move.

You felt so sick at times you couldn't even eat.

If it wasn't for the huge Yautja telling you that you need to eat something, you wouldn't have.

You know he was worried.

He liked to plan everything ahead. It is what he was created for after all, to plan and to execute. 

And as your pregnancy progressed, it became more and more difficult to plan. As your belly began to show, you grew weaker. You could barely sleep or move.

But you weren't broken. Oh, not one bit. You knew you needed to be strong for both of you. You wanted this child more than anything.

You were glad that your Mate often checked your and the baby's health. It at least gave you an idea of what was going on, he also tried to explain everything simply so you would understand.

Then, one day, almost everything changed.

You started to crave the food you couldn't keep down for weeks. Your energy was back and you could sleep a lot easier.

It was strange, but you didn't complain. 

Then one evening.

"I wish to be in water." you said suddenly and you could tell the translator had issues.

He looked at you before pointing at the shower.

"No. I need a lake or something." Lake. On that planet? You must have gone insane.

But there was a small pond close by.

He found it not too long ago when looking around the planet. His dog kept you company while he left.

And so, when you requested for water, he brought you there.

You wanted to enter as soon as you arrived but he put up an arm, stopping you.

He entered the water, and soon you understood why he stopped you. He was waist-deep in. Which meant the water had to be very deep, thankfully you did know how to swim. 

While he knew the water wasn't toxic, he checked if there were any creatures living in there which could hurt you.

You had a rather comfortable cloth wrapped around you, you usually slept in that but you thought it would be better not to be naked in the water. Even if there were no creatures on this abandoned planet.

When he found nothing, he put his arm up, you took his hand as he lifted you towards him, slowly, he eased you into the water.

It was cold, which did make you hiss a little, it made him flinch as he pulled you back up out of the water. You placed a hand on his shoulder, letting him know it was okay, and so, he put you back into the water.

As you slowly swam around, thankful for the water and how easy it made your movement.

He walked out of the pond, clicking something to the dog as it sat up. You watched as he walked away. You assumed he had to check on something.

You were leaning against the stone when you heard a shuffle behind you.

You turned and saw your mate, moving to join you hopefully. 

"It is a lot better like this." you told him as he sat down behind you across the small pond. "The little one keeps moving and I can't get comfortable though." You knew he wouldn't understand, you didn't have any means of translation. 

You turned back, and with your back to him, you moved slightly, leaning against the ground.

Your mate slowly got back into the water as he walked over to you, slowly pulling you closer to his chest. One hand on your belly as he moved you. 

"Thank you." you said with a slight groan as you felt another kick against your husband's hand.

The yautja slowly turned you in the water. 

You slowly moved in the water, feeling weightless. You placed your hand on top of his hand which rested on your belly. 

You felt the little one move and by the twinkle in his eye, so did he.

You smiled as you looked around, you weren't outside the home that often, while the planet did have many trees, or at least what you would call trees, and plants, it was fully abandoned. Noone lived there only the creatures which roamed the green planet. 

This planet was a lot like your mate, you noted.

This planet reminded you a lot of the elements, survival of the fittest and your mate was certainly that, a survivor.

An outcast but still a strong male.

You slowly relaxed against him as he held you. His rough skin actually felt really good against yours. You often found yourself running your fingers down his scales. 

Suddenly, he moved you to his other side as he walked to one side of the pond. He let go of you, leaving you there as you watched him walk across before turning. He put on his hands out, motioning for you to go to him, to swim.

"Alright." you simply said as you slowly started to swim to him, although you were tired, it did feel nice to move a little. Each time you reached him, he moved to the other side, or while you were swimming, he moved and you followed. You really enjoyed the water moving around you as you swam. You could tell it also calmed your little one.  

Once your little work out, was completed, he scooped you up and walked back to the house.

You let him change your clothes before he put you to bed.

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You had a suspicion that your pregnancy wouldn't take nine months.

Deep down, you were preparing every passing day. 

Yet, somehow, you were still not ready when the pains started.

There was no point in hiding it, you were about to give birth. You might not be ready, but your baby and your body certainly felt like you were.

Not even the pain was the worst part.

Not even the fact that you were about to give birth to a completely different species. It was the fear of you doing something wrong and it would affect the baby in a way you can't correct.

It is all you could think about as your mate hooks you up to all these machines. You heard two heart beats, your own and the baby's.

He even gave you some pain killers. Making sure you were comfortable before you had to start pushing.

You lost a lot of blood during giving birth. You fainted in and out of consciousness twice before he hooked you up to another machine. 

The third time, you heard cries before fainting, knowing you did it, you gave birth to a little boy and you could finally rest, it was as if your body shut down.

You woke up hours later.

It was so quiet and you were back on your huge bed, covered in furs.

You were so disoriented you didn't know what was happening. For a second you panicked when you didn't feel your baby bump anymore.

Then you noticed something in the room with you.

Not too far from you was the small bed which he made during your pregnancy. 

And in it was your babe, sleeping. You looked around, but couldn't find your mate.

You slowly moved in the bed, everything hurt but you needed to see the little one.

You slowly stood up, falling back on the bed as your legs could barely hold you, you nearly groaned out in pain that hit your abdomen. But you still wanted to see the little baby.

So, you tried again.

This time, you were able to stand but your legs were shaking as you couldn't take a step.

The little crib was so close to you, yet so far.

So, you needed a plan.

You moved back on the bed, shuffling as close to the little bed as you could before standing, this time you were able to catch a glimpse.

Your little one was sleeping on his belly. From what you could see he looked more alien than human.

You did fear you would give birth to a creature so bizarre, but from what you can see, his little face looked just like your mate's. 

His sight gave you some confidence as you were able to take a step closer, then another before finally arriving to the crib.

And there he was.

Beautiful little one. Rather big but he looked healthy. And you knew if he wasn't he probably wasn't sleeping here with you. You placed your hand on the crib before slowly walking back to the bed behind you. Positioning it right next to you so you could take a better look at him as you sat down.

You wanted to hold him. Your arms were itching to hold him but you couldn't wake him. 

Instead, you put your fingers through the bars and ran them down his little back.

He had scaly skin, and adorable little mandibles, he already looked annoyed much like an older version of a yautja and yet he looked so amazingly cute. 

You wondered if he had the same yellow eyes you had grown to love.

You wondered what, if any, human did he have in him. He certainly didn't look human. 

But he didn't have claws. Or at least not yet. his little fingers found yours as they wrapped them around yours. 

You counted all five, five little fingers and five little toes. 

Then he flinched a little before slowly waking.

You watched in awe. And something in you switched. 

All your long nights of worry, fearing if you would be a good mother if you knew what your baby needed, all boiled down to right here and right now.

He was about to cry, you knew he was.

Your body moved on its own, slowly lifting him out of the crib and putting him against your chest.

Slowly bouncing him as you kissed his forehead. He calmed down rather quickly. Not even making a sound as you moved in the bed. You moved to sit up against the pillows and be a little more comfortable.

Now that you had him in your arms.

You had a feeling Yautja women didn't raise their children this way. But you were no yautja.

You wondered how you would be able to feed him, given his mandibles were small and he had no teeth, maybe it wouldn't be a problem.

Then the door to your bedroom hissed open and there he stood.

Your eyes locked with his as he stopped in the doorway.

For just a second you worried you weren't supposed to take the babe from his crib but then you saw it in his eyes, it wasn't that.

He clicked something and the translator that he installed in the home did the trick.

"How are you feeling?"

"A lot better now that I am holding him." he waited a second for the translation before nodding. The door closed behind him as he walked over to the bed. Slowly sitting down next to you.

His huge frame didn't scare you anymore. You fit right next to him like a puzzle. He moved one of his arms behind you, pulling you to him as he looked down at you and the little one.

"Is he healthy?" you asked and he nodded.

"Strong, healthy and cried his eyes out to be with you." he said. "It isn't true yautja custom. You having to hold him. Most don't hold their children, while others do. It is to ensure the son is strong warrior." he said.

"I will hold him until I can't because he is too big." you said.

"I figured. I know human traditions. You hold him, feed him and love him. More than yautja does."

"He is beautiful." you said looking down at your sleeping child.

"He has your eyes. Human DNA inside him, but Yautja DNA more permanent, it is why he looks more like me."

"I don't mind. As long as he is healthy." upon hearing you say that, he tightened his grip around you a little bit.

"I'm proud." 

"You should be, you have a son."

"No, proud of you. Human gave birth to Yautja, strong one."

"I had good DNA to mix with mine, you said smiling up at him."

He soon let you lay back as you slowly fell asleep. You placed your baby back into his crib before moving back to your favourite position, being the little spoon as his huge body wrapped around you like a second blanket.

This was your life know, with your mate and son.

And you wouldn't change it for a thing.

After all, this is all you ever wanted.

Part 3 

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[slytherinshua]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.

BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw

actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹 warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.

“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together. 

You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were). 

You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions. 

There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.

Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.

Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.

“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.

But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart? 

Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate. 

And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.

You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?

“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.

“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.

He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.

“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.” 

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Hi! Can you write a one shot between AonungxHuman!Reader ? I’m literally Inlove with your work like

it’s literally all a masterpiece like literally Absolute Perfection. Every time you post I look forward to reading your Writing.

Pair: Ao'nung x Human reader (kiri twin)

Warning: sexual harassment, cute moments.

Note: I got a little excited about this oneshot ehehehe. I hope you like it. By the way, I have received all the requests, they are quite a lot. So I'm answering them little by little. I like to take my time so that the stories are original. So please be patient with me, and thanks a lot for the support.

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Being kiri's twin sister was never easy for you. Especially being human. Grace's avatar had given birth to two completely different babies. One completely na'vi and the other completely human. The babies had peculiar things, like kiri had more human features, her hands and etc. And that you could breathe the air of pandora without problems and yellow eyes. Jake and neytiri couldn't adopt a girl and leave the other girl abandoned, so they adopted both of them and raised them as their own daughters. Being different in the omaticaya clan was never a problem, your father was the clan leader, no one dared to say anything about you. But leaving the clan, leaving everything behind. You arrived in a totally new clan, where the presence of your family was strange. You were an alien, harmful and dangerous.

It was difficult for Jake to convince the metkayina clan leaders. Ronal and Tonowari had never seen humans so close. Jake explained everything to them, while neytiri held your hand. After a few long minutes, Ronal and Tonowari accepted your presence. Neytiri had to stand up to the comments that Ronal was saying about you. Thanks to eywa, you quickly fit in with the clan. The ones who didn't fit in with you were a group of metkayina boys who kept annoying you on a daily basis. At first you thought it was normal, your presence was strange to them. But as the years went by, everything became more complicated. It had been two years since you lived in the Metkayina clan, and you were still being harassed by these men. But they were no longer children, but grown men who liked to bother you.

It was midday, and you had gone for a walk with neteyam. It was one of those quiet days where you spent time with your older brother. You were both exploring an island, it was small and had a beautiful creek. Full of precious stones. They were so pretty, perfect for your collection. "Nete…look!!!" you speak, running to sit on the edge of the creek. You pull out a notebook that belonged to your mother, looking through the pages trying to find a picture of some stone that was found on the creek. Neteyam found this adorable, but boring. He knelt down a bit next to you. "Y/n…I'm going for a swim with my ilu, stay here. Yes?" says neteyam, placing his hand on your head. You look up, giving him a smile. "Yes…don't worry" you speak, turning your full attention back to your notebook. You can feel yourself getting lonely, because the silence that had fallen was so soothing.

You settle back in your seat, and begin to look at the rocks in the water. Analyzing them, and making mental notes. You regret not having brought your pencil (which was made of wood and charcoal). You can hear several Na'vi approaching. Most of them were women with their children, sitting on the edge to clean some fruits with the fresh water and some fish. You liked being in this place, you liked the sea and everything to do with it. You see a few women greet you, and you return the gesture. The clan was kind to you, after meeting you they became more open to you. You were grateful that they were so friendly with your presence. Enjoying the scenery, you can see that the creek is spreading out beyond the wooded area. You knew you should not leave this place, neteyam would be coming for you soon. And you knew your father didn't like you wandering around unsupervised. According to Jake, the Pandora Seas were too dangerous for you. But you weren't going to go far…just a little.

You get up from the ground, and follow the water current. Entering the wet jungle, while walking and jumping on the rocks. You stay like this for at least 10 minutes, glancing back. You see that you have wandered too far. So you decide to stop walking, sitting on the side of the creek, to take a look at the new rocks that now reflected from the depth. They were so beautiful, with different colors and shapes. You had to have several for your collection and others to make new pieces of clothing with kiri and tuk. You hear how several branches move, and you become alert. Watching as out of the bushes come the group of metkayina men who were always having some trouble with you. "Look what we have here" says one of them. Approaching, while the others followed him. "Hello" you speak up, you were never a spoiled girl. So you wave at him, and decide to keep looking and picking up your rocks. "Hey…what are you doing here all alone?" the man kneels down, to be closer to you. "I'm not alone, I'm with my brother" you speak up, sitting up straighter to confront them.

"Really? I don't see anyone here" the man signals with his hands. Looking at his friends, as they laughed evilly. You felt nervous, you were so scared. "I should get back…goodbye" you start to get up from the ground, but you feel one of them grab your arm. Causing you to sit up suddenly, you groan in pain. "Tell me…what do you have here?" one of the men, takes the notebook you were holding in your hands. "Give me that…that's important to me" you shout, getting up from the ground, trying to take the object from his hands. But this was useless, you were too small compared to them. "Do you want it back?" speaks the na'vi who was the leader of the group. "Yes, please" you speak, lowering your hands to now place them on your chest. "If you want it back, you have to bend down on the ground…just for curiosity" says the man. Your eyes widen. "For what?" you speak, but you see how they all laugh. And he pulls you close. "We're curious about you…mmm why don't you do us that favor and let us see what your cute little cunt looks like" the man speaks cheekily.

You can feel your heartbeat quicken, you could feel your stomach churning. You were aware that your body was curious to the na'vi. But this was something that was not right, you knew. All the alarms in your body were on fire, as you wished neteyam was here. Your eyes began to fill with tears, as you watched those na'vi boys waiting for your answer with a smile on their face. "N…no, please give me back my notebook…I won't do anything" you scream a little, but it sounds more like a cry of desperation. "Well…if you don't" says the boy holding the notebook in his hand, holding it close to the water. Making the gesture as if he's going to drop it. You reach over, hopping a little to grab it. "Ah, ah, ah, ah on the ground…and then the notebook" the man speaks, you move a little away.

The noises of the argument had caught the attention of ao'nung, who had gone for a ride with his ilu, in an attempt to distract himself from his labors. He had left his ilu at the other end of the island, while he walked and explored the small island. Not 10 minutes had passed, when he heard your voice. He knew her very well… he spent a lot of time with the Sully family. And as strange as it sounds… he had memorized all the tones of voice that came out of your mouth. He becomes alert, when he can sense a hint of desperation in your tone, so he decides to look for where it's coming from. Walking slowly, he arrives at your location. He slowly approaches and realizes that you are not alone. He makes a face of annoyance, when he hears the voice of the group of men. "They have nothing better to do," thinks ao'nung to himself, as he glances through some bushes.

He is very surprised, with the scene that his eyes had found. You were on the ground, on all fours. With your head pressed tightly to the ground. While one of the men held you in place, with one foot on your back. "Ok… why don't you help us and move the cloth to see you completely" says the man. This makes ao'nung furious, who without thinking comes out of his hiding place. All of them, noticing the presence of the future clan leader, move away from you. You collapse on the ground, feeling pain in your back and face. "What the hell is going on here!!!" shouts ao'nung, pushing one of the men. With such force that he was left sitting on the ground, hitting his head on a tree trunk. "I'm sorry…it's " tries to apologize to one of the group men.

"I want you to get the hell out of here!!!! Because if I don't I swear" before ao'nung could finish, the group of men had run out of the place. One of them threw the notebook in your direction, running away in fear. After standing still in place, furious. Ao'nung turns in your direction. He sees that you were sitting, seeing if you had any wounds on your knees. "Y/N…are you okay?" says ao'nung approaching you. You look up, revealing a tear-stained face. The boy brings his hand up to your face, to wipe it a little. "I'm sorry…I promise you that as soon as I get to the village I will take care of them. This will not stay like this" says ao'nung trying to comfort you. But he sees that this does not cheer you up. He knows how sad you must feel. You were the butt of these idiots' jokes, and they are already going too far with you. "Are you feeling okay?" ao'nung now sits down next to you. He sees how in your hands you hold some sort of notebook. He recognized it right away…it's that thing you always carry with you.

"It's been damaged…it's almost destroyed" you speak, moving some pages of your notebook. Which was wet. When they threw it on the ground, it had fallen near the water. You tried to pick it up, but it was too late. "But…Y/N. You were willing to let them hurt you for this thing" says ao'nung, touching the cover of the notebook with his finger. You look up somewhat annoyed. "This isn't just a thing…this belonged to my mom. She had her whole life here…what she had done and discovered in Pandora. This is important to me…this brings me closer to her." You cry, as you hug the notebook to your chest. Ao'nung decides to say nothing, and respects your space. Letting you cry and vent for a while. After a while…he comes closer to you. Stroking your hair, he wraps his hand around your shoulder so that you lie on his chest. He can notice, how your crying gets louder. And decides to hug you.

" Calm down" he says with a gentle tone. He feels you pull away a little, "Thank you for helping me…I was so scared" ao'nung can see your puffy eyes, and your pink cheeks. "You're welcome…and I'm sorry you had to go through that…but you shouldn't risk yourself like that. It's dangerous," says ao'nung, stroking your arm with his hand. Holding you in place, on your chest. "I know…but look" you move away a little, but not so much as to break the physical contact you had now. He can watch as you search through the pages. "See this?" you hold up the notebook so he can get a better look. It was a drawing of an aquatic flower, it was red with blue. He couldn't see it in detail, because the paint had begun to fade. "Mom wrote here that it is a flower that only grows in the deep sea" he sees as you drop your head on his chest. You sigh, as you wipe away a few tears. "How I wish I could see one… in this notebook is everything I want to be someday" you speak. Ao'nung enjoyed the moment, he liked listening to you talk about your dreams. "They are syulangs, they grow the depths and then they can live anywhere. They generate a kind of oil, it is good for the skin and has a very good smell" says Ao'nung, lowering his gaze. Noticing how your eyes widen. "Have you seen them?" you ask, at this point you had turned away from him. Taking his face in your hands, bringing your face closer to his. You were now inches apart, and ao'nung was getting nervous. You had never been so close to him.

He had never analyzed your beautiful features. You were strange…but beautiful at the same time. His tail began to wag back and forth. He didn't know what you were talking about, you kept on talking while he was unmoved watching, how you talked, moved your hands. Even how your nose wrinkled, every time you raised your arms. "Ao'nung…can you take me to see them?" you ask, now you had caught his full attention. "Ahhh yes…sure" the boy says. Feeling you hug him by the neck. "Ahhh thank you" you speak, now sounding calmer. He hugs you back, closing his eyes. They stay like that for a while, until you hear your brother's voice. "Y/N!!!" neteyam shouts.

"I'm here!!!" you shout back, watching as your brother emerges from the bushes. You pick yourself up off the ground, moving away from ao'nung. The boy stands with empty arms, watching as you run to your brother hugging him. "Where were you? Are you okay?" asks neteyam, making you turn around, checking for injuries. He can tell, your knees are a little scraped. "And this?" says neteyam, taking your leg in the air to get a better look. "Nete be careful !!!!" you shout, sometimes your brother could forget that you were very small compared to him. "I'm fine… don't worry" you speak. But you see how ao'nung approaches you. "That group of men were bothering her…but I was able to get there in time" says ao'nung. Neteyam thanks him, he had a long time defending his sister from those idiots. It was not an easy task. "Well…I think we'd better go home" says neteyam, taking your hand. He had noticed the looks ao'nung was giving you. "Yes please..I want to rest" you speak, moving closer to give ao'nung one last hug. hugging his hand tightly. "Again…thank you. See you later "you speak, pulling away from the boy.

A few minutes after you had left, au'nung decided to return to his ilu. But just as he took the first step, he noticed that you had left your notebook on the floor. He picked it up, and noticed that it was open at the page where the flower was drawn. He chuckled a little to himself, remembering with excitement that you told him everything. This little object was so important to you, you could give your life for it. It seemed silly to him, so he looked through the pages more. And he found a picture, in it appeared a woman with red hair, two men and other women. It had some words written in Na'vi, which said 'family' or 'my family'. Right next to that picture, there was another one…where you could see all the members of the family. But they were all small. Ao'nung looked at it with curiosity. So this was what you protected so much…you were adorable.

The night came, and as it was obvious. Neteyam had to tell her father what had happened. He couldn't help it, as soon as you entered the marui. Your mother saw that your knees were bleeding. So while you sat there watching your mother heal your wounds, you listened as your father scolded Neteyam. "I told you not to go away from her…if you go to the water. Your sister goes with you, otherwise you stay by her side" jake is a little upset. "Something serious could have happened" jake yells. "But it didn't happen…dad calm down" you speak from the other side of marui. You hadn't told anyone about what really happened to you and the disgusting comments those men said. You knew your father would do something crazy, and you didn't want to cause trouble. After a while, everyone is quiet going about their own business. You were playing with tuk, when you hear a tapping at the entrance of the marui.

Ao'nung was there, holding a basket full of flowers syulangs. The boy peeked his head to the side, meeting your eyes. He could see, how your eyes lit up. "Ahhh…mmm I brought something for Y/N" says ao'nung, you could feel the nervousness in his voice. You get up from the ground, and walk quickly to him. Everyone in the family looked at each other they were a little confused, but lo'ak's giggles could be heard. "Shhh shut up" you gesture to your brother to shut up. Moving closer to ao'nung, you both step further out of the marui, for some privacy. "Where? You brought them for…" you were interrupted when ao'nung put the basket down. "For you…I got them for you," says the boy. You put a hand to your mouth, you are surprised and grateful. No one has ever made this gesture to you…no one. "I'm sorry about what happened this afternoon… I'm sorry you didn't feel comfortable, I know it's hard to be you in this clan, but I want you to know" says ao'nung, taking your hands, to give them a little squeeze. "That I see you," says ao'nung. He could see how flushed you were getting. "Are you okay?" asks the boy, watching as you bend over and take the basket in your hands. And you run off to your marui. "Y/N wait!!! Your notebook!!!" yells ao'nung.

Watching as you run back, quickly taking the notebook from his hand. Not if before, taking his hand and dragging it down. Now he was at your level, and feels you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "I see you too ao'nung" you speak, laughing a little, to quickly enter your marui. Leaving him alone there, flushed and surprised. His heart was pounding, he had to control himself. He didn't know how he had created these feelings for you, but he loved feeling them so much.

[lambsouvlaki]

Hii

Sophie is just the cutest little girl can we get more of Jason on her interacting? Also what was life like before Jason came back I mean you mentioned Andy having to rely more on the bat family during that time. What was life like for the two back then??

Hello hello! Answering the first part, because the second prompt is so juicy its getting its own post. 

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Jason had been back for a week. A euphoric, exhausting, devastating week, as he met the daughter he didn’t even know he had. 

Andy had welcomed him back with open arms and happy tears. Three days later she kicked him out of the bedroom, when the heartbreak of two years of abandonment overcame the relief of his safe return. He was just thankful she wasn’t kicking him out of the apartment. 

He would sleep on the couch for as long as she needed him to. 

It was early in the night. The glow of the city’s lights were just weak smudges through the dark and the rain. The downpour drummed against the windows in a calming blanket of noise. 

The cot was set up on the other side of the living room, with a blanket thrown over it as a makeshift curtain. That meant Jason was the first on call when she needed a diaper change, or just woke up and started fussing. 

It was hilarious that Andy thought this was some kind of severe punishment. Waking up to his baby (his baby!) cooing for his attention. 

“Da?”

He glanced at the cot. Something was poking the blanket in the gloom. 

Sophie had figured out immediately that he was there. He was probably supposed to let her settle, but he wanted her to know he was always going to come when she called. 

He had a lot of time to make up for, afterall. 

“Yes baby?”

“...Da?” 

“Go to sleep.” 

“Da! Da! Da! Daaaaaa!”

He hauled himself up off the couch and lifted the blanket. An eighteen-month-old was standing up, holding the bars. She looked up at him with a gummy smile. 

He crossed his arms. “Sleep.” 

She lifted her arms towards him. 

“No.” 

She kept holding her arms up. He was starting to suspect her understanding of language was selective. 

But maybe she was cold. Her onesie didn’t have legs and she’d kicked her socks off. Maybe she just needed the comfort of being held? 

“Up?” he whispered.

“Up!” she whispered back, like they both knew that Mama wouldn’t sanction this operation. 

“What am I supposed to do, not give hugs? Come on.” He picked her up.

Oh, she was so light. It shocked him every time. He didn’t know why, he’d held babies and toddlers before and she seemed normal for her age. She hung on tight, her arms going automatically around his neck to cling on like a koala. He held her against his chest, one arm under her legs. Maybe it was just because she was his. 

How could something worth more than the entire planet be so weightless?

“Storytime,” she whispered. 

“You’ve already had a story,” he said, walking away from the cot to the windows. Streaks of golden light danced over them both. 

“Story,” she insisted. 

“You’re not gonna break me, miss cutie, I’m more stubborn than Batman.” 

She rested her tiny round chin on his shoulder.

“Story?”. 

He sighed. 

“Once upon a time, there was a cheeky little girl who wouldn’t go to sleep.”

She hummed, settling in against him. He swayed, moving her gently through the air. 

She lifted her head when he didn’t go on. 

He kissed the floppy curls on top of her head. 

“She was a very special little girl. With the whole world at her feet.”

She put her head back down, an ear pressed to his shoulder and blue eyes watching him. 

“One day, she was gonna grow up to be big, and strong, and smart, and pretty. She was going to do whatever she put her mind to. But only if she got lots of sleep along the way.” 

She yawned. He kept swaying. 

Her breathing evened out. He yawned. 

The two years of holding off an alien invasion on a dead rock in space didn’t include a lot of downtime. The things he saw, the things he did, they all just blurred together in a never ending kaleidoscope of horror he just had to get through. One foot in front of the other, to make sure it never made it to earth. 

He cupped a hand on the back of Sophie’s head, as gentle as he had ever been in his life.

It was all for this, even if he didn’t know it at the time. He hated that he left Andy alone, that his kid only learned his voice after already learning to walk. But he’d have stayed an extra year if that was what it took to keep them safe. 

He watched the rain’s patterns dancing over her skin. Like Gotham’s fingers reaching in and tracing her little pout. 

He was done. The realisation settled into his bones, quietly and with no regret. He couldn’t ever go back, not now, not even to end fights on Gotham’s streets. He couldn’t leave them behind again. He wouldn't. 

There were enough bad fathers in his family. 

Sophie kicked a leg in her sleep. 

He should probably put her back in the cot. He didn’t want to. So he didn’t. 

The bedroom door opened on silent hinges some twenty minutes later. He turned enough to see Andy leaning against the door frame. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger,” she whispered, in a voice that was all affection. 

“Yeah,” he admitted. He kissed the soft baby hair. “Takes after her mom like that.”

She huffed and wandered over. She cradled her baby's head then looked up at him. 

“You need sleep too.”

“I’ll put her down in five.”

“Okay.” 

She leaned up and kissed his jaw. He kissed the corner of her mouth in turn. 

“Good luck,” she said, then disappeared back into the bedroom. 

“Don’t know what I need luck for,” he muttered, thinking more about the fact that she was still kissing him. 

True to his word, he brought himself to let Sophie go when the five minutes were up. He lowered her back into the cot and tucked her blankets in around her. Her eyes cracked open but she didn’t cry or fuss. He kissed her on the forehead. She watched him drape the blanket back over the cot again. 

He sank onto the couch. His limbs felt heavy and his eyes drifted shut. 

“Da.”

Oh no.

“Da! Up!” 

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[superdanverstrio]

kidnapped PT.3

Masterlist

PT.1   PT.2  PT.4  PT.5  PT.6  PT.7

Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

The first 2 building was just a simple 1-story building that was completely abandoned, so it wouldn't take long to search. Brainy and Nia checked the building, but it was empty there were a few box here and there, but that’s it, the second building was the same. Kara and j’onn Already checked the first floor and there was nothing. Getting to the last floor, both sister were starting to lose hope. They look around the last floor, but they didn't find you or the alien. “Brainy, are you sure those were the only location you found.” Kara asked desperately. “Unfortunately, yes, that’s all I have for now.” Kara sighed and looked at j’onn with tears in her eyes. “We will never find them in time.” J'onn took Kara in his harm.” Yes, we will ok well find them in time.”

 In a last ditch attempt, Kara used her super hearing. She was extremely surprised to hear a really faint but present heart beat, pulling away she concentrated on the sound. “What wrong?” He asked. "I think I hear something, It's coming from downstairs.” She followed the sound, it leads her to a wall on the first floor. “Hidden door, maybe.” Kara said, and J’onn shrugged. They looked around trying to find something like a button, a lever, anything that could reveal a secret door. Looking closely, Kara found a spot that wasn’t the exact shade of the wall, she pressed on it and the wall opened. 

 Behind the door, Kara saw the most horrifying sigh she could ever see. There was you on the floor covered in blood and bruises, your eyes were closed and if it wasn’t for the slight movement of your chest anyone would've thought you were dead. The was towering over you, he grabbed you by the neck and lifted you in the air. “Are you dead yet or do I need to continue?” He chuckled, he squeezed your neck more and with your eyes still close you weakly grabbed at he’s wrist. Kara was frozen there in shock, she couldn’t move, she just looked at you.

Your POV: 

You just wanted to die at this point, your entire body was hurting, you were so weak you couldn’t move nor could you scream in pain when he hit you or stabbed you with his sharp claws. 

 You knew he was there, you could feel his presence. You heard the door open, so you thought he was actually gone, but you quickly realized he wasn’t when he wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed, cutting your flow of oxygen, you weakly tried to loosen his grip on your throat, but it was obviously a failed attempt. 

 Suddenly you were dropped onto the floor and you groaned at the impact. You heard some struggling then there were hands-on you, you whimpered and flinch in pain because the hand were touching one of your wound, you tried to move away from what you think was Vexok hands. 

 General POV: 

 “Get away from her!” J’onn scream, snapping Kara out of her trance. The Alien dropped you to the floor, right as he did, j’onn attacked him whilst Kara ran toward you. She placed her hand on your side to see how badly you were hurt, She heard you whimpered and try to move away from her, not knowing she was hurting you she pressed down harder to keep you from moving. A weak cry left your lips and that when she took her hand away, you shook like a leaf and try to move away again. “Sweetheart, it’s me, it’s Kara, it’s your big sister. You’re going to be ok. I know it hurt, I’m sorry. Could you open your eyes for me please?” Kara said, tears brimming her eyes at the sight of you like this, you slowly opened your eyes, even if your sight was blurred a little you recognized your sister’s bright blue eyes they were filled with worry. You cried in relief and happiness at the sight of her. 

 Behind her, j’onn made quick work of knocking the alien down. “Come on, we need to bring them both to the D.E.O.” J’onn said, Kara nodded and picked you up. You let out another weak cry of pain, which broke Kara’s heart even more. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I have to bring you to the D.E.O.” She said softly.

[deadboyswalking]

Sanji, who made the decision at a very young age to never have biological children. The Germa gene experiments would die with him and he was... content with his decision, if anything.

Sanji, who grew up on the Baratie, where children were few and far between. They felt alien to him, even as a child himself, hard to understand and hard to talk to.

Sanji who is, in his deepest heart, afraid of children. They're so small, aren't they? So breakable?

And wasn't he a breakable child too?

Sanji, who does not want to admit that he's also afraid of himself. Zeff showed him what a real father could be, but then again, didn't Sanji have the blood of a monster running through his veins? The kind that hurts women and breaks children? It sickens him to think of what he could become, would become, if he fathered a child.

So no, he was never going to have biological children and was honestly unsure about adopting any either. Even if it wasn't by blood, who's to say that he wouldn't turn out exactly like Judge?

Life comes at you fast and suddenly, there was her.

The marimo, unable to find his way around his own ship, somehow found his way to an abandoned baby girl. He'd been missing for hours on the island before Sanji found him in a bar, feeding his new companion with a milk bottle he'd found somewhere while feeding himself a bottle of beer. It was oddly endearing, but still didn't stop the harshly whispered argument that followed as to the baby's owner and just what the mosshead thought he was doing.

Zoro adored children and was great with them. Sanji had always known that and been a mixture of jealous and awed.

Zoro was stubborn as hell.

Zoro was Luffy's de facto right hand and usually got his way.

Sanji knew it was all over when Zoro told the confused and concerned crew what he'd named the baby: Kuina. Knowing what they knew, it wasn't like any of them were heartless enough to keep fighting him on keeping her, not even Sanji himself.

The Straw Hat Pirates gained one new, adorable member that day, and have been sailing the seas with Kuina ever since. She and Zoro sleep in the previously unused captain's cabin and it seems like the marimo is prepared to take full responsibility for her care. Of course, he has 8 very enthusiastic crewmates who also want to dote on his baby, so Zoro does get frequent breaks from the whirlwind of unexpected parenthood.

Sanji is the only one who hasn't held her yet.

In spite of all of his initial complaining and reluctance to engage with the baby, Sanji still finds himself scouring all of his recipe books for the most nutritious and feasible formula options, plus starting a new notebook of plans for introducing Kuina to solid foods.

Time passes and soon enough, Kuina's first birthday comes. They don't know exactly when she was born, of course, but Chopper had estimated that she was less than 3 months old when Zoro found her. The crew had decided that the day she joined them was her birthday, and so a celebration was to be had.

Sanji still hasn't held her. In fact, he's never even touched her, not once in an entire year.

Kuina sits happily on her dad's lap, making a mess of herself and Zoro with the mini-cake that Sanji had so lovingly crafted for her. Her steel grey eyes, remarkably like Zoro's despite the lack of a blood relation, squeeze shut as she laughs and babbles to her smiling, cake-covered dad.

Sanji's heart clenches and he thinks maybe, maybe.

Her golden curls are soft under Sanji's hand as he passes by the pair of them on his way back to the kitchen.

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group A, Round 1, Poll 8:

Propaganda under the cut

Merlin

Gaslight: in the legends it is said that he is part incubus this means that he can do something with people emotions so he likes to mess with people and flirt with any woman, gatekeep idk he's stuck in avalon (or something) that seems pretty gatekeepy to me girlboss he is the mage literally he is the grand caster an entire tier above every other heroic spirit

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond

Starts an intergalactic rebellion then fakes her death then has lots of sex with humans (she's an alien) then decides to get reborn as a human baby

she waged a war against herself. only pearl, her knight/lover/servant, knew that the so called colonizer and the rebel leader were the same person. the war lasted one thousand years and at the end of it she faked her death by pretending to have killed her evil self. she thought her family wouldn't care about her death but they retaliated with an attack that basically killed most of the rebels (only rose and her two closest friends survived). she was bisexual and had an unlabeled relationship with pearl. she made pearl physically unable to talk about her old self (she had the power to bc pearl was her servant). she had relationships with other people (pearl was aware but jealous). at the end of her life, she decided to have a baby with greg. to have a baby she'd have to die bc they couldn't exist at the same time. so she died and her son was raised by pearl, greg and two of her other friends. she also imprisoned one of her friends during the war bc of ideological divergences and then said they had actually died in battle and never told anyone about her whereabouts. and she also abandoned someone by tricking them and saying she'd come back without ever actually intending to come back (they waited for thousands of years). anyways rose gave every single character abandonment issues and she was at the core of the show. every single thing that happens leads back to her.

[unknown-lifeform]

Feel free to skip this if you're not familiar with the movies, but in honor of Halloween, a ffvii/Alien crossover: What would Genesis do, Cloud thought distantly, slotted in the fire materia, and stepped towards the Alien queen and her prey. "Get away from him, you bitch!"

@soawen ooh spooky themed! I haven't rewatched Alien in way too long but I think I remember enough to write up a little something. Some warning about general horror stuff for the fic ahead

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Cloud swallowed down his grunts of pain as he walked. His ankle protested with every step he took. Not broken, no way he would be able to keep going otherwise, but it was going to swell up twice the size soon enough.

If he lived long enough to see that bruise, well that'd be a real miracle. The only way would be to grab an escape ship. But Cloud had been forced to run in the opposite direction to avoid being killed. Besides that, he couldn't in his right mind leave this place and abandon whoever else may be left alive.

He had to lean against a wall, grimacing. It hurt. What was he even walking for? From what he knew, everyone else here was dead, and Cloud couldn't outrun the facehuggers forever.

Maybe he should keep going until he found a gun, at least. If he was going to die that'd hurt less, and give the aliens one less chance to reproduce.

The next step almost had his ankle buckle. What had made Cloud ever decide to sign up for this? Being one of the first settlers on a new planet paid good, but no amount of money was worth dying this way. No glory to be had, not when Cloud was just part of base security. Sure, he got to run away from all the mistakes he had made and all the people he had disappointed, and what a great fucking fresh start he had had.

Slowly, he peeked around a corner. No monsters. There was a corpse, tough.

Cloud limped to it. Not someone he knew personally, at the very least. He didn't think he could take seeing more friends burst open.

The blood was starting to dry out. Cloud hoped that meant the alien baby had long since ran off already, and that it wasn't hiding around somewhere. Not that there were lots of places to hide here.

Cloud dropped down to his knees, trying to look anywhere but inside the gaping hole in this poor bastard's chest. Quickly, he patted down the corpse. Please have a gun, please have a gun-

Something hard under the sleeve. Cloud pushed it up, and found a Materia vambrace.

Now that was a find. Not everyone here could afford to have Materia. Few planets produced it aside from Earth, making it extremely valuable. Cloud had gotten a little training from Genesis, but he didn't have his own.

Fuck, Genesis. Where was he? Cloud hadn't seen him among the bodies. Hopefully he was still kicking somewhere, or had found a way out. He could be a pain in the ass, but a good guy in the end. Right after getting here Cloud had been put under Genesis's supervision, and his training might be the only reason Cloud was still alive.

It figured that if someone could get out of here alive it'd be Genesis, or someone else on his level. Sure as hell not a shmuck like Cloud.

He quickly secured the vambrace on his own arm. There was one enhancement equipped, but nothing really useful. He searched the corpse's pockets.

A screech. Cloud's head whipped around. He couldn't see it, but it had to be nearby. Fuck. His fingers closed around a round, smooth object. Struggling not to whimper, Cloud pocketed the Materia and got back to his feet.

As fast as he could, he walked down the hallway, trying to get away from the noises. Hopefully he hadn't been spotted. These things were good, if one of them was stalking Cloud it wouldn't let him hear it. Unless it was drawing Cloud into an ambush. But it only took a single alien to kill some scrawny little human, no need for pack hunting.

He turned a corner. A second. More corpses, that Cloud refused to look at too closely. The pale body of a chestbuster, that someone must have managed to kill when it was still in its vulnerable early moments. One yellow, sizzling stain on the wall, that Cloud tried to avoid.

Another corner, and Cloud almost screamed. It was fucking big. The aliens he had seen so far weren't this large. For a moment, Cloud accepted that this was it.

Except. It wasn't moving. The thing laid on the ground, head turned Cloud's way, but completely still. More of those stains were around its body. Dead.

So someone else was alive, and armed. Or at least they had been recently. That gave Cloud a little hope that not everyone was lost.

Carefully, he stepped closer to the dead alien. When they had first realized the breach, before everything had gone to shit, someone had said that they had heard of something like this before. Horrible parasitic aliens, that was. They said from what little was known they likely acted like ants, with one big queen and lots of smaller workers.

Now... was this a queen? It was bigger than the others, Cloud was sure, but not by a lot. Not many differences aside from the size. Maybe it was a normal alien, just slightly bigger.

Cloud jumped when he heard the sound of a gunshot. There was someone else. Forgetting all about the pain, he almost ran towards the noise. This way should be towards the storage rooms, which was still far from the escape ships, but two people had better chances of running than one.

More gunshots. A low hiss, barely audible, but that still sent shivers down Cloud's back. Screams of anger.

Wait. He knew that voice. It was Zack. Also security, but in a different team than Cloud, his supervisor was Angeal. Zack was a good guy, he knew what he was doing.

At the last moment, before entering the room Zack and the alien was in, Cloud stopped to carefully peek in instead of bursting inside. His blood froze over.

That had to be the queen. It was huge. Way, way bigger than all the rest. And so fucking ugly, massive head, multiple reaching arms. It had Zack in a corner, and he was shooting at her, but the bullets just ricocheted off its exoskeleton.

Cloud felt about to faint just seeing it.

Zack's gun clicked. He swore, but no more bullets came out. The queen made a noise that could not be further from human, but still felt like laughter.

"Fuck you!" Zack shouted, a last helpless attempt at standing strong.

Cloud's hand slipped into his pocket. The Materia was there, ever so slightly warm against his finger. Fire. Good offensive power, it could help Cloud run.

The queen stepped closer to Zack, slowly, apparently toying with its food.

Was there literally anyone else left alive here, but Cloud and Zack?

What would Genesis do, Cloud thought distantly. Shaking, he slotted in the Fire Materia, and stepped towards the Alien queen and its prey. "Get away from him, you bitch!"

The monster turned towards him. A mouth that could easily bite his head off opened to let out a growl.

"Run!" Zack shouted. As if Cloud could, in the state he was in. As if it would be any use now that this thing had spotted him.

"I said get away," Cloud shouted, fighting the shake in his voice that had joined the one in his legs.

The queen stepped towards him, snapping her jaws.

Now Cloud, he was good enough with Materia. Genesis taught it well. Fire was one of his favorites, too. Despite the terror, it was easy for Cloud to lit the first spark, and then let it blaze into a wave of flames.

This time the queen didn't brush it off like it did with the bullets. A terrified screech came from it, and it jumped back, trying to put some distance between itself and the heat. Fire, huh. Of all things, something as basic as fire scared these things off.

Cloud kept it going. Lighting the fire up turned draining fast, but he didn't let up. He kept the flames going and was rewarded with the screams turning from fear to what might be pain.

But a spell couldn't be held up forever. Eventually the fire fizzled out, and Cloud was blind for a moment at the sudden lack of light.

The queen was stumbling. Not dead yet, not even after being submerged in enough fire to char most other living things. The exoskeleton looked damaged, but it stood.

"In the back!" Zack shouted. He made a dash towards the door, using the interruption to escape. "There's fuel in the back!"

Storage room. Cloud had aimed his fire at the queen, closer to him, but he could see the containers lined by the far wall. Between him and those, what he hadn't noticed so far: the eggs. So many of them.

Cloud lit the flames a second time, aiming for the eggs. The queen screamed, turning to its quickly cooking brood. It looked torn for a moment, as if not knowing whether to protect them or attack Cloud.

The tongues of fire reached past the eggs, and to the fuel.

Zack and Cloud were blown backwards by the explosion. Cloud's face burnt.

"Come on," Zack said, grabbing Cloud by the arm. "We gotta run."

"My leg," Cloud gasped.

"I'll help, just run!"

Struggling, Cloud managed to stand, one arm around Zack's shoulders. His ears rang. He could barely make out the crackle of fire and the pained shots of the queen.

They had barely managed to reach the next hallway before a second boom shook the air, and the heat behind them increased. There had to be multiple containers there. Some Cloud had lit up, and some had managed to resist the fire for a couple minutes.

In theory, all fuel was stored in high-safety, fireproof containers, so that even if one lit up the others might be able to resist. Clearly someone had lied about that. Not that Cloud would complain about it now.

"Is there anyone else left?" Zack asked.

"Not that I know of."

"Fuck. Alright, we gotta head towards the escape ships, other people might be down there."

Cloud hissed, his ankle about to give out for good. "There's plenty of those there."

"They might be confused if the queen is killed," Zack said, and then laughed. "Shit, man, you're a blessing. I was about done there."

Despite the pain, Cloud managed to grin. Shit, he had done that. Set the bitch right on fire and all. He couldn't believe it. And they still had the Materia, they could take on more of these things with it until they found more weapons.

Maybe he was going to come out alive of this.

[emmy-hunterson-schofield]

Her Golden WonderBoy

My story on Wattpad, AO3 and Fanfiction.net. Inspired by Disney’s Hercules

*My dear lover glows with health... There's no one quite like him!

She, just a mere human from Earth, or "Terra", as her fellow alien friends referred to her home planet, had never foreseen herself falling in love with Adam Warlock, a creature with the body of a strong powerful superman of towering stature with the mind of a youthful boy, every inch of him golden from head to toe.

As she had watched him adjust to his standing as a Guardian of the Galaxy under Rocket Raccoon's leadership, he had begun to steal a small piece of her heart each day with their every interaction. 

Ever since the notorious Snap where she had vanished into ash, missing five years of her life and miraculously been revived, she had been abandoned by a man who had promised to love her... who had moved on quickly with a younger and prettier woman in her involuntary absence of existence. 

She had cried for months and months and vowed never to have her heart broken again by anyone.

Until she had gotten to know Adam...

My golden one, pure and untarnished...

Like a nervous teenage boy, he had been awkward and uncertain of interacting with a human woman, especially one he found attractive. 

No... he thought she was beautiful.

From when he had first laid eyes on her on Knowhere, watching her feed the rapidly growing baby raccoons and other animals rescued from the High Evolutionary's possession, he had been undeniably smitten and everyone knew as much of his growing affection.

"Are you always this talkative?" One of the first things she had asked him, and there it all started.

At first, she had denied him any reciprocation, trying to ignore the accelerating beat of her heart and the spread of fire throughout her veins every time she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth of his words, the sincerity in his innocent demeanor...

His eyes are like doves, soft and bright...brimming with meaning.

Adam was honest and sweet. She had known from their first conversation that he would never do anything to hurt her. Because he was literally not like any other man she had met before. She could tell him absolutely anything on her mind and he would be her ever patient confidante, despite not always understanding whenever she would use a certain figure of speech or speak of something he didn't know of, like a student still gaining his education.

And she in turn would teach him what she knew about her own world. The books she had read in school, social customs of humans in platonic and romantic relationships...

He wanted to know all the facts he could absorb about the universe, always asking her all the questions he could think of, no matter how obvious or unusual they sounded. He was a quick learner and she found herself wanting him to tell her everything else he knew since his premature birth.

She could have listened to him speak for hours. She wanted to talk and laugh with the golden Sovereign man who looked at her like nobody else had looked at her before. Like she didn't have to live up to anybody else's standards except her own...

His voice, his words, warm and reassuring...

Their first ever "date" had been when he walked with her back to her small apartment, more of a modest slum, their resident planet being the disembodied head of a giant Celestial god didn't guarantee the sturdiest real estate. 

And she continued to feel safe around Adam, being escorted home at night after a long day, knowing he had to return home himself and tend to Blurp. 

When she went to let herself into her home, front door open and she stepped over the threshold of the entryway, his large frame loomed over her... she held the palm of her hand to his chest, feeling the brush of his lips against her cheek in a chaste touch of displaying his fondness.

She felt his heartbeat quickening in his chest, her fingertips taking in the strength of his evident muscles beneath his jacket, his presence protective and encircling around her.

His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory.

Her hand had traveled up to his cheek as the branding of his lips upon her skin burned and tantalized and awakened something she had thought long dead within her soul.

She could feel him shivering with anxiety and he opened his mouth to apologize for acting so rash and inconsiderately, having learned about needing the consent to kiss the woman he had longed for. Her fingers brushed away a piece of hanging blond hair from his forehead, and a smile graced her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him herself.

And she heard no sensible voice in the back of her mind saying this was wrong. No alarm bells ringing in her conscience. Her walls were being let down, the shelter of his arms around her waist replacing them as the protective structure of her world.

His much taller form even allowed him to carefully lift her with little effort off her feet, her arms around his neck as their kiss deepened, her fingers playing with the finer hairs of his nape.

His words are kisses and his kisses words...

"Alright, break it up, you two. Your golden boy has a big day of saving people tomorrow, missy!" The gruff voice of Rocket Raccoon spoke up from the side of the hallway as he approached the Warlock and the ordinary human maiden. "Don't worry, he'll be back afterward. C'mon, kid. Let's get some rest."

The bandit furred mammal beckoned Adam to follow him as she dared to sneak one more kiss upon his lips. Before they finally separated for the evening, he exhaled a heavy sigh of overwhelming emotion, his hands briefly taking ahold of hers to place a goodnight kiss on her fingertips.

He whispered a bid of farewell to her and wished upon her the sweetest dreams, a wistful glaze in his yellow eyes and she couldn't help but smile at the vision of him so elated. He forced himself to turn away from her so he could follow Rocket, who half growled with a huff of impatience, but chuckled at seeing the lovestruck look on Adam's usually stoic and inquisitive features. 

She closed the front door to her apartment behind her after Adam and Rocket were out of her sight, leaning against the wooden frame as her heart beat a million miles per minute and a wave of ecstatic dizziness almost made her collapse.

She would damn herself if she admitted it. And she wouldn't at least out loud. 

Everything about Adam Warlock delighted and thrilled her, through every bone and vein and goose-bump of her flesh. The taste of him lingered on her lips, adoring and unsure and gentle; she could tell he hadn't kissed anyone before.

He was her golden champion borne of the cosmos, with hair and skin of sunshine and eyes of starlight, shimmering with all the beauty of the universe.

"Watch out, loverboy. Keep your goo-goo eyes focused ahead tomorrow and keep your head straight. Last thing you need is a pretty broad distracting you." Rocket advised, a hint of dread welling in the pit of his stomach.

Although deep down, he was happy Adam had found somebody, not wanting him to be isolated from love, but he felt like this wasn't going to end well.

He had seen the human Peter Quill's reaction to losing Gamora. His best friend who had not only watched his own mother die as a child, but had lost his own alien lover.

And like Quill, Adam had been powerless to save his own mother from an awful death.

Rocket couldn't bear to think of naïve, orphaned Adam in the same position and he hoped the golden boy in a man's body wasn't headed down the same path of tragedy...

Not like he himself had endured with losing Teefs and Floor... and his beloved Lylla.

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"Adam, look out!" Her voice crying his name pierced the air and her petite body somehow pushed him off to the side and he tumbled to the ground.

"Nooooo!" He shouts her name, his eyes denying the horrifying sight before him.

Her lifeless body laid on the ground, blood seeping from her abdomen spreading into a darkening crimson stain on her shirt.

He hadn't even noticed the weapon aimed at him from one of the High Evolutionary's loyalist soldiers, and she had pushed him out of the laser's path to take the blow herself.

Drax and Nebula had the culprit taken away for punishment, but Adam could've cared less in the moment. Taking her into his arms ever so delicately, he cradled her as carefully as possible to his chest and carried her to the medical bay.

He noticed her normally fair skin had paled into a ghostly white, her eyelids closed and her head slumped limply over his arm despite his effort to keep her secured against his shoulder.

The distressed alien-man gingerly laid her on the surgery platform and he vaguely heard Rocket's following him and the raccoon rummaging through the cabinets before grabbing a Med-Pack. 

As the Guardians' captain fixes the tool over her wound, Adam knelt at her side, his hand sliding underneath her head to hold her up slightly as she weakly fluttered her eyes open, groaning with pain and wincing with gritted teeth.

"Why...why did you—you didn't have to..." He could hardly form the question he wanted to ask her as she managed to meet his eyes and he could tell she struggled to keep her own eyelids open. 

His free hand held hers and she squeezed his palm with all her withering strength. She inhaled a shaking breath to answer him. "People always do crazy things...when they're in love, Adam."

He found himself speechless at her confession to him, knowing how many barriers she had placed between herself and other people who had tried to get close. 

Rocket fixed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, and mist fogged the clear plastic as she spoke weakly. She had found the opportunity to repeat the quote she had said to him in one of their first encounters. "Are you... always this talkative, Warlock?"

He heard the quivering in her voice as he chuckled down at her moment of humor with tears forming in his eyes at seeing her lovely face grimace with an even more pained wince. She closed her eyes again, pressing her pink lips in a thin line.

Both of his hands gently placed her back onto the pillows, making sure her head and neck were comfortably supported, not that it would do anything to heal her. He opened his mouth, his numbing tongue unable to form words in seeing her in such mortally injured condition.

Adam wanted to tell her that he loved her from the second he first beheld her. To tell her everything would be alright and that he would take a million laser blasts in succession if it meant she would never experience pain for the rest of her days.

But no words came out. He bent down towards her face and kissed her forehead beaded with sweat, careful not to press any of his weight on her. 

"I'll watch over her, kid. You oughta go deal with that bastard responsible." Rocket's voice was softer than usual, expressing his paternal side as a leader and caretaker of Adam. 

The muscled golden superman wanted to tell off Rocket and blast everything in the room, but he knew he was above such juvenile behavior. 

For those he cared for most, for her... he would be better. He silently nodded in reluctant acceptance of Rocket's order, finding the voice to whisper words of comfort to her, that he would return soon and guard her while she recovered. 

"You'll be alright, my darling. I promise." He kissed her brow once more as her eyes stayed shut and he didn't miss the hitch in her breathing as her lungs begin to resist the oxygen in her body.

She didn't open her eyes again after Adam left the med bay and Rocket remained beside her, his small paws holding her pale hand in their grip with all the tenderness he could muster, mindful not to allow his claws to scratch her skin.

The raccoon wasn't sure how much time had passed in waiting for a change with her wound. Minutes... hours... days... 

She winced with every effort of breath in her failing lungs and Rocket knew her time was running out.

Her temperature cooled down dangerously from her natural human warmth... and Rocket made the call on his communication device to Adam with urgency.

She was dying... the med-pack couldn't save her. 

Adam flew with everything he possessed in his body to make it back to her. Even faster than he had flown on Counter-Earth to save his mother, when he had been too late...

He couldn't repeat that mistake again. 

A primal scream of rage and desperation erupted from his throat as he came into sight of the med bay, slowing himself down so he wouldn't damage the building as he panted her name. 

She had to be alive still... Rocket wouldn't tell him something as horrible as being unable to save the woman he loved.

Every step he took felt heavy as a hundred-pound weight as he walked into the bay entrance and went around the corner into the surgery chamber. He set his vigilant eyes first on Rocket, who blocked his sight of the human girl who had stolen his heart, the raccoon's ebony eyes shining with unshed tears as the Terran-born animal shook his head at him in silent despair.

He saw Rocket holding her hand, limp and useless at her wrist as he laid it gently onto her chest.

Rocket jumped down from the platform, allowing Adam to take in the devastating and morbid sight before him. 

In all the carnage and destruction Adam had seen in his admittedly short lifespan, none of those instances held a candle to what he was seeing now. There was no longer any color, music or beauty in his world anymore... 

There she lie still on the platform, her once flushed and lovely skin a pallor of ashen grey, her voluminous hair dulled and tangled around her head. Her features set into a resting expression of the torturous agony she had endured as her heart ceased beating and her blood congealed.

Adam took her into his trembling arms, barely able to enunciate her name as approaching sobs overwhelmed his dignified voice. Her head and neck sagged backward like a lifeless doll, her body frigid with the cold of death and inevitable rigor mortis. One of his hands held her head to his chest, her icy cheek pressed above his heartbeat.

The tears flowed from his eyes... and anguishing hurt spread like a plague through his chest, more so than any wound he had experienced from his enemies. His own heart could have been torn from his ribcage and it wouldn't compare to the pain he felt while holding her deceased body in his arms.

That laser blast couldn't have done any worse to him. 

"No...No..." Adam, the great and indestructible protector of the Sovereign moaned that one word over and over again. He looked to Rocket through blurred vision, still cradling his Terran beloved close to his torso. "Captain, please wake me up. Tell me this is nothing but a nightmare of my worst fears."

Rocket himself wiped his own eyes of his tears, not caring about anything in the moment except that his friend and someone he considered a son to him was in indescribable mourning. He leapt onto the platform and stood by her feet, careful not to touch her should Adam be set off in his emotional state. "Kid, I'm so sorry. This ain't a bad dream. Death is as real as anything. There are some things that can never change."

Adam's fingers stroked her long hair, her once silken tresses stiff like yellow straw. Remembering the fairytales she had told him about reading as a child, he dared to brush his lips against her frozen mouth, his heart shattering at her unresponsive and still. This was no fairytale and he was certainly no heroic prince able to save his true love with a kiss.

She had shared with him her culture as a human from Earth, and expanded his mind with the kinds of books she loved and the music she listened to. And her wonderful dancing whenever songs from Quill's Zune would play on the loudspeakers... She was so magnificent and precious to him.

He laid her tenderly back upon the pillow, her head turning onto one side with her cheek against the pillowcase, making sure her hands laid comfortably on her lap. Adam sank onto his knees upon the floor and buried his face in his arms in the manner of a despairing little boy, consumed with grief and guilt, allowing his sobs to release and he muttered to himself, the words muffled. "This wasn't supposed to happen." 

She had sacrificed herself out of love for him and he didn't have the courage to speak of his love aloud to her. And now she was gone. 

Then, the stone in the center of his forehead began to glow as his inconsolable despondency transformed into a foreign rage, his head raising up from his arms and his sadness ebbed into a spurning fury as Rocket's words rang in his mind and he turned to look at his adopted animal father figure. "You helped bring trillions of beings back to life from Thanos' snap. If you can salvage that amount of souls, I can bring back just one to reclaim her from damnation."

A scorching fire burned Adam's retinas as he stood from his kneeling at her bedside and he turned to face at Rocket, who almost leapt out his fur at the sight of his protégé and adopted son. Adam Warlock's eyes glowed a haunting white, the pupils and irises no longer visible. Rocket dared to attempt in talking him down, knowing he risked being at the end of the enraged Sovereign's wrath.

"Kid, there's a difference between snapping vanished people back into existence and bringing someone back from the dead. What I did back on Earth was a crazy cosmic miracle... what you wanna do is impossible. It's suicide and there's no coming back once you go there." Rocket warned him, terrified of losing somebody else he loved and cared about like family.

Adam marched toward the door, pausing just before the entryway. He turns toward Rocket, who perched vigilantly at his human love's side. Without asking, he had faith that his honorary paternal figure would ensure nothing happened to her body in his absence. "Then so be it. As long as she lives again."

With a supersonic blast of light and a crashing boom in the blink of an eye, Adam soared out of the room, the turbulence of his flight roaring like the engine of a fighter jet.

He would recover his beloved, no matter the cost to his own wellbeing.

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The stone in his head guided him to the Realm of Death, known in human mythology as the Underworld. He had heard folklore about it from the residents of other planets while on missions.

While the place overall failed to frighten him, he couldn't deny that it was almost too easy to find exactly what he was looking for. No gloating overlord to taunt him about his reason for being there, no guards to battle that stood in his way.

Everywhere was dark and silent except for a wailing noise of foreboding leading him to a creeping green glow and as he stood on the precipice of a huge cliff, Adam found himself looking down into the River of Souls.

Only it was more of a slowly swirling whirlpool of dozens of hundreds of millions of helpless souls, doomed for an eternity of misery and solitude. From above, Adam scanned over the numerous souls floating in the green circle, looking for any sign of her.

Just the thought of her essence floating in this macabre and repulsive place made him sick to his stomach. But he had to focus on rescuing her.

This was only one chance he had, something nobody had ever tried before, only in myths and legends.

And there was the possibility of him dying in the process. But he had to try, no matter how frightening or painful it would be.

To bring her back to life, he would drown repeatedly in this whirlpool of death, over and over...

He stood at the edge, inhaling a deep breath as he braced himself to make the jump into the river. He spread his arms and leapt off the precipice, diving headfirst with the agility of a professional swimmer into the swirling pool.

The stone in his head glowed, helping finally spot her amongst the other souls. She was floating away from his reach, pulled into the current whirling away as he urged himself to swim faster. 

She floated in a horizontal position on her back, her translucent hair flowing around her head like a luminescent halo, her eyes sealed closed and her lips formed in an unconscious frown. Her hands floated up towards him as he swam closer, almost taunting him to keep trying to save her.

Adam had no trouble holding his breath for prolonged periods of time, but as he kept swimming with all the power of his legs and arms, he noticed the wrinkles begin to form along his golden skin, the bones growing weary with the adrenaline slowly seeping from his veins.

Dare he believe his heart began beating slower?

No! He couldn't fail yet! He had to free her, get her out of this dreaded dominion of death.

She was getting closer now... and his golden skin became more wrinkled and faded into the bronze of an aged coin, his bones creaking at the joints. 

He opened his mouth in a soundless wail of her name as he made one more reach for her, his weakened skeletal arms making one final effort with his last ounce of strength. 

As his vision threatened to blacken with dots, his fingers grabbed onto her wrist. 

He yanked her close, his arm tightened around her as he emerged from the pool and climbed back up the cliff, the beat of his heart steadying into a regular healthy rhythm, the density of his bones and muscles thickening to accommodate his frame and his smoothened skin once again alight with godlike golden radiance, his youth restored to him.

And with his angel's beautiful soul safely cradled in his arms, Adam ascended from the literal depths of Hell to bring her home where she belonged. 

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Back on Knowhere, everyone stopped in their tracks to look up at the sky, into the upper atmosphere.

A loud echoing boom rumbled like an earthquake as the golden glowing object made its way closer to the ground at a fast fall like a plummeting meteor. 

Before anyone could start panicking, they saw the object slow its approach to the ground, slower and slower until they recognized who it was.

Adam Warlock carefully floated down, allowing himself to land without losing his grip on what he bore in his hold. A somber silence wove throughout everybody, even Groot and Drax, as they all watched the glowing golden man carrying the transparent spirit of a human woman, pronounced dead just hours ago.

Not a word was uttered as they made a path for Adam to walk undisturbed to the medical bay, his eyes free of the sinister white light of rage, all the hardened residents of the Guardians headquarters moved to tears at the way he carried her, his arms cradling her legs and her back with utmost care, and her head upon his shoulder to display to everyone without words what this fragilely mortal creature from Earth meant to him.

He barely spared them a glance, only looking either straight ahead or to the side down at her stoically resting face as unconscious slumber possessed even her soul. 

Rocket looked up at the sound of footsteps, still not having left her side as he took in the astonishing sight before him. He had cleaned her up as best as he could, wiping away the blood that had leaked out of her... to prepare her for a burial.

There stood his adoptive son, a divine glow from him as he entered the room with the soul of his love in his arms. Neither raccoon nor alien said a word to each other as Rocket stepped down from the platform, watching as Adam ever so gently walked toward where her body laid still, her wound sewn up and her body dressed in clean clothes courtesy of Nebula.

He kneeled down toward her, lowering his arms to allow her soul to reunite with her body. The blue spirit was absorbed into the lifeless flesh and blood human girl.

Rocket held his breath, clenching his paws together as he watched Adam place himself down on his knees and took hold of her hand in both of his.

They both waited several seconds for any signals of life from her.

This had to work... Adam kissed her knuckles, each prolonging second adding up more and more like a ticking clock.

He felt the tingle of warmth in her hand, spreading to her fingers and down to her wrist, then her arms.

The blushing pink of her cheeks reddened as the paled grey of her face disappeared and her nostrils began to flair with a small intake of air. Her hair regained its luscious shine of brilliance...

And her plump lips opened as she inhaled a deep gasp of oxygen, breathing it in fully into her welcoming lungs.

Adam choked back a relieved sob, holding his own breath for what he was yearning to witness. Her lashes fluttered as her eyelids twitched. And they finally opened, instantly meeting his own eyes to the alien man's delight.

She smiled up at him, tears of blissful disbelief welling in her eyes. "My wonder-boy. What... how?"

Noticing she was trying to sit up, Adam placed his forearm underneath her back to support her, watching her face for any signs of disorientation. Noting that she seemed lucid, he obliged in answering her. 

"I've been told people do mad things when they're in love." He repeated her words from hours ago in his own way with his English accent more endearing to her than ever.

Grateful tears flowed down her cheeks and Adam gently wiped them away with his thumbs. His head bent down toward her again, his lips aiming for hers and she gladly awaited his kiss.

Alas, they were interrupted again. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, don't I get some acknowledgement here?"

Rocket good-naturedly jabbed at her with the dark humor and they both chuckled in response at the raccoon as he jumped back up to the platform to greet his newly revived comrade. She scratched behind his ear, knowing he found it comforting, and placed a thankful kiss on his muzzle which he immediately wiped away in mock disgust.

"Yuck, why don't you save all that for your hero, hon? He's the one that literally saved your soul." Rocket proceeded to shoo them out of the room so he could tidy up lest there be another emergency. When he looked back at them, they were locked in an embrace and he couldn't help but smile in fondness at them and reminisce to himself about the future he almost had with a certain sea otter.

After pulling away from their hug, Adam scooped her up into his arms and though she protested being carried, knowing he most likely wouldn't let her walk for the remainder of the day... and she was admittedly fine with that.

Sharing another passionate kiss with her, Adam walked out of the med-bay with her alive and healed in his arms, and shot up into the air with a tight grip of his hands holding her secure and safe, as she nuzzled into his neck, reveling in the strength of her Wonderboy. 

Both of them had become each other's heroes, encountering death to save one another...

Rocket watched them go up with a bittersweet smile on his face and a tear down his furry cheek.  

Like he and his much missed friends had dreamt of all those years ago, he knew Adam Warlock and his human mate would fly away together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Weird thought! The Science Group: Brainstorm and Perceptor taking over a college.

Brainstorm is thrilled to see this and Petceptor approves of the labs so they've invaded like an old abandonned science building that's meant to be torn down but instead they take and upgrade it. And the students return after the summer to find they have been invaded by aliens.

The college just adopts them as mascots and the Science Majors, as all college students get superstitious, leave tributes outside the robot lab for luck. They decorate with them.

Brainstorm is very excited to see loud science projects and constantly checking out the engineering and chemistry lab. Maybe its one of those course programs where their graduation test is to make some ridiculous racing drone or make a egg parachute or car. Just Brainstorm happily enjoying the freshman experiments

Perceptor is a lot more polite and quiet about it, observing them and qaiting for them to finish before taking their stuff. He notices them signing things out so leaves a small mark for himself when he takes them because he can't read it.

Everyone knows not to touch the blue and red microscope.

Anon idk if you knew but I am a huge Simpatico shipper so receiving this ask made my whole day 🥰

I. LOVE. This.

Percy and Brainstorm being new university mascors. Brainstorm always peering through the windows during classes because he's curious about what they're doing. He wanders around campus at seemingly random times and always waves hello to the students. He also probably does it at 3 a.m. like the gremlin he is, and at those times he stops by the 24 hour coffee shop on campus to check on the poor STEM students who are studying for their midterms and crying

The students love these 2, and the first time someone snaps a picture of them kissing it ends up on the front page of the campus newspaper with the title ALIEN ROBOTS SAID GAY RIGHTS. The next day, their lab/hab is absolutely bombarded with gifts: stuffed animals, old science equipment, boxes of chocolate, potted plants, interesting coins, anything and everything. Brainstorm gleefully sorts through all the gifts and even if he doesn't know what half of it is he atill keeps it for "his collection"

Perceptor is more shy and reclusive when it comes to the humans. He doesn't like to wander around campus as much, tho occasionally he'll join Brianstorm for a 3 a.m. stroll when the insomnia hits and they both can't sleep

ALSO Percy being so polite about using the library or borrowing things 🥺 leaving a little mark behind so they know, that's so cute. He's such a doll

And yes, everyone knows not to touch the big blue and red microscope. It's easy to remember cuz, well... he's the only 6-8-10 foot tall microscope on campus XD he's a huge ass alien robot, there's no way he compacts down into one that people could use

The art students make sculpts of them all the time. The first time Brainstorm brought Percy a mini-him sculpture they both lost their minds over how cute it was (that was probably also the thing that made them realize how absolutely adorable it would be for them to have a baby that also turns into a microscope)

[minsarasarahair]

Surprisingly, I enjoyed the Susanoo event story. I love the theme. It revolves around question like "Why parents raised their child even tho they will die eventually?" and connect it to another question "Why heroes/soldiers fight in a war even if they probably won't survive?". Basically they are fighting a battle for the future that will not reach by their lifetime but all the benefits goes to the future generation. Its about how past affects the future and how the future was entrusted to the new generation.

I also love that the three stories focus in the relationship of parent figure and their child.

1. Susanoo with his adoptive father, Izanagi. - Susanoo was alienated in realm of Gods because of how different he is but adopted by Izanagi. Every time Izanagi came home, he brought human eating creatures as present for baby Susanoo. Susanoo in return became independent child who can take care of himself whenever his father is away from home. Izanagi treasure Baby Susanoo to the point he murdered creatures that harm him when he sneaked out to mortal world one time and sadly, Izanagi died for him as well. He's not technically dead tho. A version of him died in that world but he's actually an immortal genesis God that reside between worlds. In the end, Izanagi had a fight against Susanoo who's traveling in different worlds trying to change the end of the world he wish to protect. Susanoo won and they bid their farewell. A jade gift given by Izanagi is the reason why Susanoo didn't lose himself traveling different worlds. He gave it to Seimei and mentioned it was given by his important person but Seimei returned it to past Susanoo when he travelled back in time and past Susanoo mistook him for Izanagi so all is well.

2. Susabi with his teacher, Tsukuyomi. - Tsukuyomi is a fake prophecy god created by Amaterasu because they have no time to wait for the real one. One of Tsukuyomi's task is to take care of starborns borned in Moon Sea. Susabi is one of starborns and he's the most talented among them because of that he became Tsukuyomi's favorite disciple. They are very close as if they are parent and child. When Tsukuyomi conspired with Orochi to frame up Susanoo and even forced Susabi to lie, Susabi is actually agains it so he secretly helped Susanoo to travel in the future to save the world from Orochi and Evil Gods. Later on, it was revealed Susabi is the true Tsukuyomi and fake Tsukuyomi is the evil god of lies. During their fight against each other, Tsukuyomi attacked Susabi without hesitation but the token given by Tsukuyomi before Baby Susabi have gone to mortal world for protection in the past is what saved Susabi. So what happened is Past Tsukuyomi protected Susabi from Future Tsukuyomi. Learning that, Susabi believe Tsukuyomi really care for him despite him being the god of lies.

3. Kagura and her father. - All this time she thought her father hated her but Susanoo tried to convince her that her father care about her by telling his childhood with Izanagi. In the past whenever baby Kagura showed the maiden Kagura dance, he's not happy about it and said it doesn't suit her. She thought her father abandoned her and offered her to be a maiden sacrifice of Minamoto clan for fallen God Orochi. She's actually wrong. Her father don't like the dance because its a dance for maiden offerings and he's against that his own daughter will be a sacrifice. He actually fought the Minamoto clan main branch family so hard and it resulted his horrible brutal death. He died before he reached Kagura to save her. It seem Kagura knew what actually happened but denied it or forgot about it because she blame herself for being weak.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Operation Death Wish | Chapter 5

Masterlist

Synopsis: Jake Seresin knew what it was like to lose people he loved, he’d been losing them his whole life. Yet in the midst of chaos as the world as he knew it ended Jake found somebody he never wanted to lose. But what if he’d already lost her. Warnings: swearing, dystopian descriptions, gore, death, violence, alien descriptions, fighting, 18+ (minors dni), angst, some fluff at times, contains smut, swearing and sexual images. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake’s heart was pounding as he ran, he lost you in the midst of the action, unsure of which way you or the others had gone. The gunfire had ceased and Jake had crept away, making a beeline for the trees to find shelter and to find you. His mind raced with endless possibilities, what if you were injured or worse? He’d never forgive himself if something happened to you. He wanted to use his torch, he knew he’d have a better chance of finding you but he couldn’t risk one of those things seeing it. He stumbled aimlessly, tripping over tree roots and cursing as he went. A stick cracked under his boot and that’s when he heard it, a small voice calling out. He approached slowly, trying to get his bearings on the situation. He could make out a figure in the gloom. They were turning around worriedly, searching in every direction and as he moved closer they called out. “Jake?”

He could recognise that voice anywhere and stepped out into the clearing.

“Jake!” You said again as he appeared. Now if you’d been thinking rationally you would have greeted him normally but after the events of the night you just wanted him to hold you. Without even thinking you threw yourself into Jake’s arms and smashed your lips into his. He lifted you with ease and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he cradled you close, reciprocating the kiss just as passionately.

“I thought I’d lost you,” you cried, “I thought I'd lost you all and I was so scared, Jake. I was so scared.” Jake watched the tears begin to fall down your cheeks and he could no longer keep his own tears at bay.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I’ve got you, I’m here now and I’m never leaving you again. I swear.”

After a few more moments of sharing a loving embrace you both pulled away and Jake placed you gently back on the ground.

“Where are the others?” You asked, watching as Jake surveyed the area, keeping you close to his side.

“I don’t know, but we need to keep moving. Those things have our scent now and they’ll be hunting us. We’ve got to keep moving.”

“But Phoenix…”

“Phoenix is smart and so are the others. They know what to do in tough situations. We are all heading to the same place so we’re likely to run into them soon.” Jake could see the worry in your eyes and rested both his hands on your shoulder, looking at you.

“I know you're worried about them but at the moment my one priority is keeping you safe and to do that we have to find shelter. Ok?”

“Ok,” you responded quietly, feeling like a small child as you followed after him.

It felt like you had been walking forever, stumbling over roots and between bushes before you came out to a clearing by the roadside. The rickety sign to your left swung in the wind, screeching loudly and causing you to jump. Jake had beckoned you to follow him, heading down the road to the right. The streets were lined with abandoned shops, all with their windows smashed and glass littering the pavement. They must have been raided for supplies when everything fell. Jake was ahead of you and he had stopped, looking in the window of one of the stores. As you reached him you saw what he was looking at, it was a baby rattle with a plane-shaped wooden top. Your heart felt warm as you looked at him, this tough aviator looking in awe at a baby rattle. Reaching out you took Jake’s hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“I always wanted a family of my own,” Jake whispered and you could see the tears forming in the creases of his eyes.

“You will have a family like that someday, Jake, I promise you.” Jake looked down at you, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched you. You smiled at him, reaching through the broken glass and retrieving the rattle before placing it into Jake’s hand. “For the future,” you told him.

Jake couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold you close and hug you or put a baby in you right there and then. He did neither and just watched as you moved further up the road. You were going to be the death of him.

You continued, leaving the row of shops behind you and heading further into the forest again. You came to a small row of houses set in a neat line. They looked in pretty good condition considering how everything else was now.

“We should check them out for supplies and maybe a place to stay for the night,” Jake instructed you, leading the way towards the first house. The door was locked but Jake managed to pick it up with ease. You’d watched as he scrunched his nose, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort as he fiddled with the lock. At that moment you couldn’t help but think he looked like someone out of Mission Impossible or a Bond movie. Agent Seresin had a nice ring to it.

The house was spookily quiet, nothing squeaked or creaked as you moved through, the only noise being your heavy boots on the wooden floors. Walking along the halls, glancing at the dusty photos that had once been placed so lovingly showing family portraits, children, birthdays and holidays. It made you mourn for your own family a little, thinking back to your photo albums filled with memories of love. You’d been so preoccupied that you didn't notice Jake watching you. He was seated on the stairs, his hand running through this tousled blond hair and his eyes dark.

“The place is clear. We can stay here for the night,” he declared, standing and stretching his long legs. “There are two rooms, you can take the biggest one.” He gave you a small smile before heading up the stairs. You watched him disappear, silently longing for him to come back down and say that you could share a room. You didn’t really want to be on your own after everything, you wanted Jake close by, comforting you and making you feel safe. Reluctantly you followed him, poking your head around the doors until you found him. He’d pulled the blinds closed and turned on his torch. His back was to you as he undressed, removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as the muscles of his back rippled, the torch light casting shadows over the chiseled muscles. Your mouth went dry as he bent down, removing his trousers until he was left in just his black boxers. You noted the significant bulge protruding from the front of the shorts and gulped as you watched him bend over again, picking up his clothes and placing them neatly on the chair. You knew you shouldn’t be watching him, it wasn’t proper, he was your colleague and friend and you were engaged to a man you loved dearly. But Jake was here with you and right now that was what you needed, you needed him.

“Jake,” you whispered quietly, causing him to jump slightly, whipping around to face you.

“Are you ok?” He asked quickly, concern evident on his handsome face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… well it’s just that…'' you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking again. You stepped further into the room until you were just mere feet apart. “I want you, Jake.”

Jake was taken aback for a moment. How was this beautiful woman standing in front of him wanting to be with him? He couldn’t find the words to reply so instead stepped closer so your chests were touching and placed his hands on your waist. You were looking up at him all doe-eyed and vulnerable and Jake couldn’t help the feeling that his boxers were becoming tighter. You were so close that he could feel your breath fanning across his cheeks.

“Jake, I want you,” you repeated again and Jake took that as his sign, leaning down and capturing your lips between his. You groaned involuntarily at the contact which only made Jake work harder to encourage you to moan further. He backed you back slowly until your legs hit the bed, falling backwards onto the soft material. Jake was above you in seconds, nipping harshly at the soft flesh above your breasts. His hands roamed down your body, caressing every mound and curve as if you were his life source. His fingers danced along the hem of your shirt before pulling it up, exposing the smooth flesh of your stomach. You moaned again as Jake moved to press hot, opened-mouthed kisses against your skin, causing the heat to flood straight to your core and making you rub your legs together in frustration. Jake noticed, letting out a small chuckle as he pulled your shirt over your head. Then he froze, looking down at you sadly. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes before turning away from you. “I can’t do this,” he whispered slowly, climbing off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. You lay there watching him utterly confused. For a man who had been shamelessly flirting with you since you’d met he picked a pretty bad time to lose interest.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Why not?” You demanded, moving to sit beside him.

“You're engaged to be married to another man, I can’t just sleep with you.”

“But Jake, I want to be with you…”

“And I won’t be anyone’s second best,” Jake snapped, standing up from the bed and looking at you in a way he never had before. You were scared, you’d never seen him like this.

“I can’t be with you because as soon as we get to the base you’ll go back to Bradley and get married and you’ll pretend like this never happened. I can’t go back to living without you and I refuse to be some one-night stand that’s just a quick fuck and nothing more.This is just a self-preservation thing... because once we go there, once we are that intimate, I'll be even more in love with you. So, for my own sake, I need you to feel the same, that this is something you want, that you'll keep me.”

Jake’s face was red and you could see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he spoke.

“I love you but I won’t be your second choice.”

You stood from your seat on the bed, moving to stand beside him and placing a hand on his firm chest. “You’re not my second choice, Jake. Not by a long shot. Bradley and I were childhood sweethearts, he is safe and familiar and comfortable but Jake you are fast and dangerous and passionate. I want you, Jake. I want all of you.” As you spoke Jake’s eyes grew darker, forming black orbs. He took a hold of your hips again, pushing you towards the bed.

“I want you too, Darlin’,” he growled, sending shivers down your spine.

Jake leaned in, kissing the sweet spot on your neck as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back against the pillow. His hands began to trail down to your chest, unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room carelessly, finding it was a problem for later. Jake brought his mouth down to swirl circles around your nipple, causing you to moan which only made Jake chuckle. You slipped your fingers into his hair, tugging at the blond roots encouraging Jake to suck your nipple harder, taking the tender flesh between his teeth and pulling gently. His other hand trailed down your stomach and began unbuttoning your trousers, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and began rubbing lazy circles on your clit, causing you to lurch your hips upwards into his hand needily. He took this as an opportunity to push your trousers down to your knees, leaving your nipple exposed to the cold air and causing you to groan.

“So needy for me, Babygirl,” Jake whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Jake," you groaned, your knuckles turning white from gripping the bed sheets.

Jake grinned at you, swiping his fingers up your soaking-wet lips as his thumb continued grazing your already sensitive clit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another as he began to pump in and out. His pace was relentless and you could feel your stomach tighten, bucking your hips upwards into his hand. When Jake pulled away you whined loudly, close to tears.

“No, Jake please,” you cried, grabbing at him pitifully.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I wanna taste you first.” You watched in awe as he pushed his two fingers between his lips, tasting your juice and moaning as he did so. Heat rose to your cheeks as you watched him sucking, wishing it was you instead of his own fingers. Squirming impatiently, Jake took that as his cue. He pulled his boxers down, relieving his extremely hard cock. You gasped at the size of him, which only causes him to smile wider.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart,” he was back to his normally cocky self, standing proudly in front of you.

“Very much so,” you managed to squeak out. You’d never had someone so big before, Bradley was a substantial size but Jake was something else.

He leant forward, angling himself above you so his angry red tip brushed against your folds teasingly.

“Can I?” He asked you, looking up at you almost innocently and you could see all the love and affection in his eyes as he caressed your hips, waiting for your answer.

“Please, Jake, please,” you begged, gripping hold of the soft hair at the base of his neck, tugging him towards you and placing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed, relaxing into your hold. “Please, Jake.”

He didn’t need to be told again, pushing into you slowly. You both groaned in unison, enjoying the slight burn as he stretched you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had sex, your fingers had become your best friends for the last 6 months and now Jake was stretching you deliciously.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Baby” Jake moaned as he began to move, his thrusts agonisingly slow but hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through you. You gasped as you felt Jake brush his thumb over your clit, causing the already overstimulated flesh to tingle as he continued his movements.

“Jake… please…faster,” you panted out, gripping desperately to his strong shoulders. Jake’s pace was relentless, his hips pounding into your own. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving raised angry marks but Jake barely noticed, too focused on watching as you looked up at him, eyes half closed and mouth slightly agape in a silent moan.

“God you're so perfect,” Jake growled, burying his head in the crook of your neck, sucking gently at your collarbone. You moaned and arched your back, feeling tears start to slip down your cheeks as the pressure in your stomach continued to build, feeling like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“Please, Jake please…” you continued to beg him as he adjusted his hips slightly, slipping his hand under your back to raise your hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot every time.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed, your body shaking violently, nails digging harshly into Jake’s shoulders as you threw your head backwards, gasping loudly. You felt liquid trickling down your legs as you rode out your orgasm. The sight of you underneath him, quaking and moaning tipped Jake over the edge as he milked his orgasm, enjoying the delicious squeeze as your body contracted around him.

"J-Jake," you cried out, voice shaky and eyes filled with tears.

“It’s ok Babygirl, I’ve got you,” Jake pulled you closer, holding your shaking frame against his own as you came down from your highs.

“Jake, I…” you began, worriedly looking between you at the mixture of fluids on your legs.

“It’s ok, Darlin’ don’t worry about it. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

“But Jake I’ve never…” you began, looking worriedly at him, hiding your face utterly embarrassed.

“Hey, hey look at me. It’s ok. I’m so proud of you, Babygirl. You took me so well.” He placed a small kiss on your head, smiling down at you happily. He looked so in love.

He stood from the bed, moving to grab his shirt and passing it to you which you accepted gratefully, pulling it over your head and inhaling his scent. Jake disappeared out of the room and you lay back on the bed, reliving the image of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. At the mere thought of Jake, your body began to twitch involuntarily and you sighed, completely spent. When Jake reappeared he had a bottle of water and a cloth.

He handed you the bottle while he knelt between your legs, gently wiping the fabric over your sensitive flesh. You let out a small moan, causing Jake to smirk satisfied with his efforts.

Once he’d cleaned you up he lay beside you, pulling you close to his chest and kissing you again.

“Jake?” You mumbled quietly.

“Yes, Darlin’,” Jake replied, craning his neck to look at you from where you’d buried your head against him.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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❀ *◦ kang young-hyun. demiboy. he/they. queer. ⇝ hey, isn’t that ye-seung “damiar” adler ( nickname: thanatos )? i think that the twenty-seven year old from port coquitlam, bc, works as a funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra ; nightcrawler, but outside of that people describe them as the mysterious veil of a foggy night, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, a murder of crows, prayers spoken in a golden cathedral, the eerie vastness of suburbia after midnight. i hear they are mischevious & scheming, but they are also known to be eccentric & individualistic. consider giving them a visit at their home in the upstairs loft of frankenstein’s house of wax and get to know why they’re called the vampire.

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BASICS

full name: ye-seung “damiar” adler

age: 27 years old

date of birth: june 16, 1997

hometown: port coquitlam, british columbia

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: queer

occupation: funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra

spoken languages: korean, english, portugeuse

siblings: anissa adler, ava adler, marisol adler, cyrek fawn, kurt adler (deceased)

BACKGROUND

TW for implications of abuse, death, hospitals, illness.

damiar's story starts off in kelowna, british columbia. abandoned at birth, the only fleeting moment he would ever share with his biological mother being her demanding him being removed from the room – never to be seen again. found wrapped in a blanket on a porch that belonged to a random woman, he was immediately taken to the nearest hospital, where he was taken care of.

it became evident that no one was coming to claim the baby as time passed, which led to him being taken into the province's custody and placed in an orphanage under the name of ye-seung; he'd call the orphanage his home for the rest of his formative years. at the age of two, he was relocated, and at the age of three, a group of older children took him along with them when they ran away. being so young, he didn't understand the reason, but he trusted his foster siblings, so off they went.

a fire broke out at the orphanage that they'd left just minutes before; all of the children safely got out. damiar wouldn't come to know the reason until years later, that after years of mistreatment, the older children had had enough.

damiar was a child with a weak physique, immune system and health, often needing medical aid. their escape was eventually disrupted by a torrential downpour, which in turn got him sick before it turned into pneumonia a few days later. thankfully, by then, the group of children were safe, and he was able to be taken care of.

the next of his childhood were spent in a different, better orphanage in port coquitlam, lucky enough to be placed with the others he got out with. the years passed by normally after such a bizarre event, and one by one, he said goodbye to the foster siblings he arrived with – he was the last one left of the bunch. it crushed him. furthermore, the other kids in the home who alienated him seemed to find families much easier than he did; he lost count of how many had gone before him. at a certain point, he gave up on being wanted.

then along came the adlers. in his teens, he joined the family in anchorage – finally, he had a real home. damiar adler was finally born. with older and younger siblings, he was right in the middle; they were the missing pieces of his puzzle. even though he still thought of the older children who protected him years ago nearly every day, as time passed, he finally felt like he was wanted. no, he knew that he was.

although his peers did tend to shut him out for being different, at a certain point it stopped bothering him. trying to fit in wasn't worth the energy, and in the end it wasn't such a terrible thing: he learned how to have fun and enjoy life with only himself and his family.

kurt's death sent the family into shambles. it was a heartbreaking, tragic loss, and as grief swallowed the adlers, it brought upon an eventual interest in becoming a funeral director for the middle child. instead of running from the concept of death and its effects on the ones left behind, they hurtled towards it with an open mind, receiving an associate's degree in mortuary science and eventually taking up the position as the funeral director at the local mortuary.

HEADCANONS

damiar is a big fan of all things strange. creepy crawlies? amazing. he has pet tarantulas and raises moths. ghouls and goblins? great, they're pretty sure their loft space above the wax museum has some of its very own. they like collecting taxidermy, as well as animal skulls and bones; if you see them and their bins of dermestid beetles while you're out and about ... just mind your business tbh.

he has a black cat named bran that accompanies him everywhere, and a black cane with a hand-carved skull – of course, with damiar, there's always more. would you be surprised to hear that there's a sword inside of that thing?

have you heard of the killer? well, you certainly have if you've met damiar even once. it's just something that he brings up. he is just a creacher.

music is one of his more normal interests, so if you like music, great !! they love the drums (is the drummer in cyrek's band), and can play other instruments such as the piano and bass. he will totally geek out over good music with you.

they're very to the point; a filter doesn't exist. what's on the mind is simply said.

he loves pranks. mischief might as well be his middle name. the law? who is that. no trespassing? please do not the cat? this sign can't stop me because i can't read ( we are both dyslexic it's fine ).

is on the autism spectrum.

need someone for your kid's birthday party? good news, he's basically a pro in entertainment. magic tricks galore!

he is just a creacher.

[druckkugelschreiber]

Writer's Asks

I got tagged by the wonderful @goldheartedsky and am way too excited to do it!!!

1) how many works do you have on AO3?

26 and not counting very fast because posting things is exhausting

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

517,732 which considering the amount of stories I have posted tells you a lot about the length of them lol

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Anything and everything I hyperfocus on. The Old Guard has the most words, but I also have Marvel, The Walking dead, Dragon Age, Snow White and the Huntsman, Fast & Furious, Alien Series and School for good and evil on there

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The evil queen and her huntress, Arena, My white Knight, Flower Dances (only cause of the Kudos bug back then though) and Safe & Sound

5) Do you respond to comments?

hell yeah!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Cottage just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, I almost exclusively write happy endings, so I don't know which is the happiest. Though I think either the upcoming ending for Freedom or Three times Loghain (almost) broke up with Caliane and the one time he didn't, Callie and Loghain also have a very happy ending together with a baby daughter even

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, but I don't post a lot of my more 'problematic' stuff

9) Do you write smut?

I do, but not very much, not all that interesting for me to write most days

10) Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I love writing crossovers, my go to are my marvel crossovers for anything (not many posted though), but the craziest is probably my Hobbit/ TWD crossover which can be found in Jojo's Negan x OFC oneshots

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

not written, but I used to have like verbal stories with my friend back in middle school. I don't think it would work nowadays with my writing style anymore

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

SkyeWard, but I don't write about the character ships, for writing, I only write xOCs ships which would then be Andy x OFC naturally

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"At arm's length" but it has runneth dry, I'd also love to finish "Layers" which I kind of hope I will get to at some point, also "Best mistake I ever made" I really want to finish it but I do doubt that'll ever happen

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and I think writing action or at least I enjoy it

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

description of surroundings, setting scenes, that sort of thing, I'm continously working on improving describing the very specific images in my head

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's cool but if not provided with translation it frustrates me and pulls me out of fics. Also if it's a language I know, it should be gramatically correct but I know how hard that is to get done in fanfic at least for myself so I usually just put everything in italics and call it a day.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats, still write for it occassionally, I wrote WaCa fanfics before I knew what fanfics were lol

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

My Spirit of Vengeance series holds a very special place in my heart. It was the first series of longfics I ever finished and just a lot of long projects in a row I finished in years. A lot of firsts happened with that series an it's my baby.

no pressure tagging @mxanigel @ex0rin @winterbonesthings @poetikat at anyone else who I forgot regularly writes fics, I'm terrible at remembering that and @ziskandra has abandoned tumblr after all D:

[seas-storyarchive]

Carl grew up as the spare. Frank was the Golden Child.

Frank had high accolades at school. Carl was acting out and had been arrested several times by the time he got out of high school - Max had his Plumber friends clear this up, but since he was off world every time Carl never got to explain himself.

The only one he felt like he was close to was Joel. Despite how Gordon and Betty Jean felt about him being half alien, they tried to be there for him - even telling him about the Plumbers and everything relevant. Gordon gives Max and Verdona a piece of his mind each, even taking Carl into their home for the last few months of high school - Max didn't make it to Carl's graduation, neither did Frank and Verdona - Gordon, Betty and Joel did though. Regardless of everything, they were there for him. Vera came as well.

Frank was a lawyer. Carl was.. average. Working as an auto mechanic as he goes to college to try and better himself. Verdona left as soon as Frank got into college, too homesick for the stars and her homeworld.

Frank married Lily and had a daughter named Gwen. Carl is engaged to Sandra. Sandra knew how Carl feels about his parents and brother - so only Gordon, Betty, Joel and Vera received wedding invitations. Joel even being Best Man.

The wedding was perfect. Just a small one.

Sandra's parents, Mr and Mrs Wilson, were lovely people (they aren't FKs in this au, Mr. Wilson lost the title due to Rite of Conquest and was allowed to live if the abandoned the FKs and never came back, Sandra was a baby and her older sister Sarah was a toddler).

Frank never tried to reach out. Max.. he didn't know how to.

Joel married Camille, Carl being Best Man to the other man and Sandra was Camille's maid of honor. Frank and Max were there as attendees but that was it for them participating.

When Ben was born, Joel was made the godfather and Sandra's older sister Sarah (later she becomes Dr. Borges) is the godmother.

Ken was born to Camilla and Joel, Ben's age - sharing the same birthday as Gwen and Ben. Carl and Joel thought it was hysterical, Frank was annoyed.

Gordon and Betty step up to be the grandparents. Thry don't want to cut Max out, but given how Carl grew up they did.

Ben grew up loving both sets of grandparents. He and Ken have a lot of fun, playing on Aunt Vera's farm. Or going to his grandparents every other weekend.