#Life Lessons from Scientists and

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[anya-nya-nya]

NSFW themes (mention of masturbation), GN! reader, isekai'd reader, yandere, stalking, voyeurism (kinda)

Idea for isekai'd reader with yandere! Anaxagoras:

In his countless attempts to prove the theories of useless titans and the amount of unknown worlds behind Aquila’s shield, Anaxa accidentally made a poison - or some kind of artefact - that let him see another world. YOURS world.

Seems like for some reason his invitation - the window, not a portal - was invisible. And it sticks for one certain person. The drug of excitement blurred the scientist's mind and for a moment he made a false conjecture, thinking this person is probably a main lead of the current world, maybe some kind of politician or someone from another fraction but with the same amount of status. Hell, maybe this is a scientist too, and soon the connection would be mutual.

But critical points of view quickly get back, as most of the time all Anaxa sees was some.. basic, boring life. Friends, work, school.. As if he was looking not to another world but into the window, down on the streets with all these simpletons from Okhema. Maybe culture was different, but overall you were just.. well, a simple human.

Such a conclusion spoils the whole goal of his research, but Anaxa didn't give up, hoping to either expand the gap he made to this world, or find a receipt that will help him see other planets too. In a few first days he actually fulfills a few scrolls with all facts about your life, even the most intimate or basic one. But after he realizes the lack of power and need you possess in your world, he stops wasting paper and even gets irritated about the time he spends on such useless things.

He didn't drop this project though, sometimes checking on you. In some way, you become something like a pocket pet he didn't need to care for, only to watch and relax. And even though Anaxa cuts the time he spends watching you, it's become some kind of stress relief habit: peeking into your world just to see you're preparing for sleep, just as he does. Or dressing up to meet that stupid friend of yours - the sigh of your nude body didn't really bother this scholar that much.

Maybe he preferred to think that way.

Even for someone with as great brains as the Great Performer had, it was easy to overlook the trick his mind just did. Anaxa becomes attached. Eventually he couldn't fall asleep without watching how you brush your teeth and sprawl on your bed.

The gathered information now looked ridiculously scant. He knows when you lay down and when you actually drift to sleep after spending some time in your teleslate. But what about your breath, how it changes as your mind relaxes? How quickly your body becomes warm and soft in the embrace of dreams? Never a person laid in your bedroom, and for the first time Anaxa realized how pleased this thought always made him. But how would you act sharing a bed with someone? How would you act sharing a bed.. with him?

If before the amount of personal info he collected was useless, now it was his treasure he keeps expanding. Now Anaxa is not just observed, but peered into you and your body when you take a shower, undress, or even masturbate. He is thirsty to learn, to know every sliver of your life, especially things you show only to yourself.

Moreso, his questionable morality let him do more than just writing down things like that. With curiosity, arousal was also raised, and sometimes Anaxa let himself drift into intoxicating control of watching you like that. Masturbating to your naked body in the bath was good, but turning on his magic window and suddenly catching you pleasing yourself was more exciting than any successful poison or theory he made before. Not like he didn't turn his jerking off sessions into lessons too: learning your favourite rhythm, strength of thrusts.. Anaxa always adjusted to your speed to make it more realistic, as if he was just right here, with you, not only looking, but touching, feeling.

Titans and Chrysos Heirs can do anything they want atp: Anaxa is now absolutely devoted to finding a key to another problem. If it was possible to create a little window into your world, the door is also available and waits to be created and opened. As much as you’re just waiting for him, for the person who knows your habits better than anyone else and who would be an ideal boyfriend after analyzing the best way he should treat you.

You didn't know you were his subject, but now he will make sure to let you know how much of a lover you are to him.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Contained Monstrous Family  

Thinking about being born into a monstrous family

You, a baby human lovingly in the arms of a vampire man and his werewolf husband 

“Aw isn’t our little peony just perfect!”

“Another gorgeous cub, in our pack. Good job hon!”

“Thanks!”

Inside your opulent crib with a bone ladden mobile above you and the heads of two of your eldest siblings show

“They haven’t got nearly enough fur!” your moth brother says 

Your basilisk sister scoffs,” Or any scales for that matter!”

Life is lovely for awhile 

You’re the apple of everyone’s eye as the youngest of the family

But it’d be early on when you’d discover that wasn’t all that made you different

If they had been more careful perhaps you wouldn’t have discovered what the family hunts were all about 

Chasing humans–creatures just like you–for sport

Who could blame 5-year-old you?

The school lessons you’d sneak to listen to always said to call the authorities if something was wrong

You can vaguely recall the events that followed your brain clearly walling off the memory out of guilt

Time has passed and you are a partially thriving adult

Able to support yourself and devote your time to your study of the mythical

In a movement that had recently come to light, plenty of creatures spoken about in folktales were appearing

And your place of work was housing them

Housing was a strong word

maybe detaining and experimenting were better

As part of the maintenance crew, your job is to upkeep the creatures by their specified scientists demands

Occasionally offering your observations about whatever habits they have when it comes to eating, cleaning, etc.

As someone who’s been working with the facility for a long time so long you may not remember when you’ve become the experienced lead of your department

But you do still interact with the creatures specifically the most high-priority or high-maintenance ones

And like any other, you’ll report for duty with the newly acquired vampire 

Apparently, they’ve been talked about for their violence and intelligent ramblings

Claiming it was married to an earlier capture and the father of some others

So far it drained forty of your employees 

So now it was time for you to come face to face with this menace

You’ll wave off the security guard as you come up to the window

“Your file says your name is Villar? 

“GRAAGRH!!!”

“We won’t get very far if you keep lashing out like this. I’m in charge of making sure you eat, I suggest you get it in gear if you want to ever to see your husband again.”

At the mention of his husband the blonde vampire deflates

His black scleras morph into white 

He tiredly rests his head against the silver bars despite the skin burning

“You…will let me see him?”

You tilt your head sympathetically,” If you can comply with some of our tests. It’ll be a lot easier to make it a necessity for you two to meet if you cease killing so much of our staff.”

He growls tearing himself from the bars to glare 

“What do I have to do to see him?”

You smile flipping through your clipboard

“There’s three blood tests, four endurance tests, and intelligence quizzes for a start. That sound like a plan?”

The vampire reluctantly nods 

You look back at the camera and begin to walk out 

“Hey! What’s your name so I’ll know to tear your throat out if they lie to me?”

You smile again on your way out hushing the security guard

“I’m (Y/n). Pleasure meeting you Villar.”

The black-haired vampire loses his vitriol as he’s reminded of the little bundle he’s agonized over losing so long ago

“WAI–”

“Doctor (Y/n) your absolute genius has saved this company again.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I’m just someone trying to have a peaceful work environment.”

As planned you handle the older werewolf man

Violent, giant, and usually rotting in his corner 

He hasn’t moved much until you got involved

*knock**knock*

“Hey bud, I’ve got good news for you.”

At the sound of your voice, the werewolf Rod is at the silver bars, practically grazing them as he gets as close as he can to your little window

“Hello (Y/n), have you been eating well today?”

“Sure did but I have an update about your husband.”

He stills but looks interested

“He’s going to work with us so he can see you.”

“That is…what you want?”

“Yes and for you to do the same.”

He stands tall for once, taking an unusual air of authority

“I refuse to do anything if my conditions are not met.”

“Even if it means not seeing him again?”

He growls and turns away from the window

“Look my Uncle is not going to let me go in alone for your tests. Even if you’ve been peaceful so far, he just doesn’t want to take that chance.”

He snarls at the mention of your uncle 

“Fine. Then come in with twice as many guards but I will only agree if it’s you.”

You thank him for his time, “we’ll have to see what Uncle says.”

When you leave the werewolf man slinks back into his corner 

You’ll have to negotiate with your uncle about the most prized pieces of his collection his facility

Not to count the latest editions claiming to be related to the vampire and werewolf 

The real obsession starts because every member of the original family realizes just who you are 

And using your job as a mediator to piece together how you managed to slip out of their grasp

When Villar and Rod finally meet they nuzzle and kiss each other as they whisper to one another

“That’s them! Isn’t it? Our baby’s okay!”

“I know, now we just have to take them far away from here.”

Thus chaos is bound to ensue as they balance escaping with their long-lost human child 

With promises to pay back your abductor and all these scientists back ten-fold for the pain they’ve brought their little family

Part 2

[natalyarose]

𝒥𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 & 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 🧞✨💐✩

I've always thought Jupiter ruled Nakshatras (Punarvasu, Vishakha, & Purvabhadprada) to be veryy magical with their themes of limitlessness, expansion, sheer spiritual abundance & power. I'm not sure if it has been talked about before, but something that always comes to mind when I envision Jupiterian Nakshatras or meet heavily Jupiter influenced people, is the concept of genies.

Jupiter's abundance and endlessly giving nature is known to be a blessing and a curse. A Jupiterian can be the sweet, generous, selfless friend who is there when you need them; providing you endless support, refuge & material generosity.

The dark side of this inherently generous 'wish-fulfilling' nature of Jupiter Nakshatras, is the possibility that they enable dark behaviours in others & themselves. Always saying yes, always being available and endlessly giving to the wrong type of cause or person, can make you complicit in the crime so to speak, even if the intention is simply to give, or give chances (Punarvasu's themes of second chances, 'return to the light'). Jupiter Nakshatras entail hugeee lessons regarding purpose (Vishakha, 'the Star of Purpose') & being intentional and wise as to how you use your power and influence (the infamous test of character in Purvabhadrapada 'the man with two faces').

These Jupiterian themes have always made me think of genies- wish fulfilling creatures who are inherently unable to say no to the wishes uttered to them. Having to just sit and watch people wish for dreadful things and just go... 'as you wish'. Obviously in real life, there really is a choice not to feed into others' and ones own toxic patterns but with Jupiterians, the urge to give, to be constantly available to others, can almost feel like it's not a choice. It's energetically intertwined in their make-up.

I would love to gather more examples, but it's 3am here and this was a bit of a spur of the moment thing I had to get out haha- I looked into a few of the most prominent 'genie' roles in movies and as I suspected, every single one features an actor/actress with strong Jupiter influence.

Jeannie from 60s sitcom 'I dream of Jeannie' - actress, Barbara Eden has Punarvasu Ascendant

Kazaam from 90s comedic film 'Kazaam' - actor/basketball player Shaquille O'Neal has Purvabhadrapada Sun

Genie from Disney's Aladdin - played in the live action movie by Will Smith, Vishakha Moon.

This genie theme really makes me think of all of the Jupiterian Nakshatras, but Vishakha especially. A friend of mine who is a Vishakha stellium always tells me about how it is said that Vishakha has the ability to generate 'instant karma'. So Vishakha natives to an extent greater than other Nakshatras will receive the raw manifested result of their thoughts/actions veryy quickly. Much like a genie granting instant wishes.

I was going to mention also that the whole genie archetype also reminds me of Rohini a bit- the wish-fulfilling aspect, the element of fulfilling desires without shame/inhibition. It's a little different in nature, but Rohini Nakshatra's got a similar theme where the native is incredibly nurturing of who or what sets their heart on fire, sometimes to a fault. Rohini is capable of immense growth but can forgo morality/practicality for the sake of immersion in the process of creation & sparking joy. Rohini's philosophy is something along the lines of 'let go of judgement because judgement inhibits creation and disrupts purity'. This is very true, but of course as humans on the divided and dense Earthly plane, we know that having a sense of judgement & boundaries is also important.

That was very wordy, but hopefully y'all see what I'm getting at lol. Although I'm more inclined to associate Rohini with wise old wizard dudes with cool beards & mad but genius scientists lol.

Back to Jupiterians-

I believe that Jupiter Nakshatra's 'remedy' is to eventually realise that they are not a slave to their giving nature, and the power lies in them to decide, & give only to a person, dream, goal or cause that truly is aligned with their own soul's path. Break free from the shackles lol- with wisdom hopefully. Without that element of wisdom, Jupiter can run wild with that discovered power.

Jupiterians struggling with discernment is why Jupiter Nakshatras oppose Venusian Nakshatras (Bharani opposes Vishakha; Purvaphalguni opposes Purvabhadrapada; Purvashadha opposes Punarvasu). Venus masters the fine art of 'necessary cruelty' sometimes ya gotta rip out the weeds, warn off the pigeons and trim the rose bush to make your garden a beautiful, pleasant, luxurious place. Jupiter can struggle with this, instinctively wanting to be a safe space for everyone and everything.

Jupiter ruled Nakshatras also partially oppose Solar Nakshatras (Krittika, Uttaraphalguni & Uttarashadha) illustrating the Jupiterian struggle with putting oneself first. Solar Nakshatras keep their energy strong and vibrantly resounding at their core; wheras Jupiter Nakshatras are kinda messy with their energy (lol, not necessarily in a bad way)- they disperse their energy everywhere, giving & giving. Both Solar & Jupiter Nakshatras deal with themes of limitless reserves energy, but in opposite, contrasting ways.

There's so much I could write about Jupiterians, I love Jupiter energy very much. I really love all of the Nakshatras lol, I mean how could you not? Every Nakshatra holds teachings that are integral to making the world a better place 💕🪷

Thankyou for reading!

[venussaidso]

The Genius, Misanthropic Inventor 👩‍🔬

As I've explored a bit in my Sun Dominant Themes post, the whole disillusioned, misanthropic character type is portrayed by Sun nakshatra natives.

In the film Tomorrowland, Uttara Ashada Moon native George Clooney plays Frank Walker who is a cynical, reclusive genius that lost hope in the future/humanity. His character reminds me of the toymaker, Jeronicus Jangle, from the film Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey, whose light dimmed when his apprentice betrayed him, and he lost all his creativity and hope. Jeronicus Jangle is played by Uttara Phalguni Moon native Justin Cornwell and Uttara Phalguni ASC native Forest Whitaker.

Frank Walker is said to be a disenchanted grump who was a boy-genius inventor as a kid. His beautiful inventions were a symbol of hope or joy, much like the inventions of Jeronicus Jangle.

This reminded me of the character Powder/Jinx from the animation series Arcane, who is voiced by Uttara Phalguni Sun native Ella Purnell.

She was insecure about her creations growing up. Although I see her Swati influence as well, she also had a journey from being full of innocence & life to being extremely disillusioned and lonely.

Speaking of the inventor that Jinx is, I just remembered a favourite character of mine from my childhood! I checked, and he was indeed voiced by a Sun nakshatra native as well! From Phineas and Ferb, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, the evil cartoon scientist, whose prime motivation is creating obscure, nefarious inventions to conquer the "entire Tri-State Area", is voiced by the Uttara Phalguni Sun & Moon native Dan Povenmire.

He, too, has been bullied when he was a kid. Which is why he's so ridiculously "evil" and grumpy.

Even Phineas and Ferb themselves, the brothers who invent incredible things in their backyard, which bring their friends so much joy and fun, are voiced by Krittika natives!

Being respectively voiced by Krittika Moon Vincent Martella & Krittika Sun Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

In the film How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Uttara Ashada Sun native Jim Carrey plays the Grinch who, similar to Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and even Shrek, has been bullied into self-isolation. He is very misanthropic and he absolutely hates the Who people. Josh Ryan Evans played young Grinch, and he could have had Uttara Ashada Sun. Young Grinch is shown breaking random things down to invent something beautiful to make someone happy.

And this trait is seen in adult Grinch, ostracized and secluded, who now invents for ill-intentions to take away Christmas from the Who people.

Obviously, Sun nakshatras aren't the only nakshatras present in the evil genius/inventor archetype, I'm sure. But another example of the misanthropic archetype is the character Shrek, who is voiced by Krittika Sun Mike Myers.

As expected, he is depicted as a reclusive grump who has been disillusioned by the idea of community.

In the film The Other Woman, Krittika Moon Cameron Diaz plays a highly respected lawyer who has always been disappointed by men.

Her distant, grumpy nature is really just her disillusionment manifesting through her interactions and behavioural patterns.

Honestly, this evolution of the Sun nakshatra natives is simply another part of them forming tougher skin or putting more boundaries. But also, this plays as a theme for the native to rediscover that light they used to have and choose to remain purely authentic regardless of the darkness and ignorance that surrounds them. As I described with the symbolisms and lessons in Christmas films.

This goes back to the genius inventor, the clever alchemist. Solar natives are fantastic at self-inventing or reinventing themselves, hence, their redemption story arcs.

[lets-try-some-writing]

On the topic of Jack's dad leaving and the bots reaction to it, what do they feel for June? Because I can imagine the thought of being left to deal with a sparkling all on your own because your Conjunx and fellow caretaker just straight up abandoned you and the sparkling, does NOT leave happy thoughts in their head. Like, having a Conjunx seems pretty rare as it is, especially in the tfp universe. So to know what is essentially the human version of one abandoned June?

I'm new to this. Straight up never sent an ask on Tumblr before, uh, hope this is all right?... 😶

(I'm projecting because my own dad abandoned me, wait whaaaat, who said that??)

I wish I could hug you through the screen, anon. Sounds like you could use it. That said, I can see the bots both being unsurprised and confused all at once.

On Cybertron it was completely normal for a single bot to take on a newbuild or sparkling to mentor. At the same time, it was generally seen as a good idea to have two or more mentors involved in the rearing of a sparkling in order to diversify their education and ensure their health and wellbeing. With this in mind, the bots were not initially all that concerned when it came to June raising Jack alone. Orion Pax was brought up by Alpha Trion and the Archivists. Ratchet was raised by an entire colony of mechs of similar origin, communal style. Arcee was taught by a school for newbuilds who were not taken in by single or paired guardians. Bulkhead had a teacher who took him in when he was young and got him through school before they parted ways. Bumblebee was the collective ward of Autobot High Command and referred to all of them as his Sires, albeit with slightly different tones. Smokescreen was raised by the Elite Guard pretty much the moment he signed on. Ultra Magnus and his brother raised themselves and Wheeljack grew up in a pack of other wild newbuilds.

Simply put, there was no real standard for a family on Cybertron outside of the higher castes. Your family was what you made it. So June's situation wasn't all that jarring... until it was.

Conjunxing was rare in the extreme back on Cybertron. It was to be bound intimately and permanently in a way that even scientists had to admit had some level of supernatural effect involved. To choose to Conjunx was a lifelong commitment, a true contract for the functionally immortal Cybertronians. It was even rarer for Conjunxed partners to break way from each other, often because both parties failed to survive for long afterwards more often than not. To hear that June had been Conjunxed by human standards and then been abandoned after having a sparkling as well?

Completely and utterly unheard of.

That was not to say it didn't happen back on Cybertron, but to leave ones partner AND a sparkling? That was social execution.

To hear that June had endured that level of abandonment shook the team. According to Cybertronian custom, to try and preserve the lives of guardian and sparkling it was widely accepted that the community was to step up in the other partner's absence. And so the moment the team registered the situation and translated it culturally, there was an instant shift in disposition around June in particular. There wasn't much they could do for the human women, but they could step up in place of Jack's Sire, just as tradition dictated.

June found herself being talked to by Optimus about the loss of loved ones, earning her the story of how the Prime lost Elita-1 in an attempt to connect. Ratchet started leaving either cash that he picked up for June to use as needed, a small gesture to make up for his lack of available time. Arcee took it upon herself to step up and teach Jack the lessons a Sire would have taught, walking him through mature topics and offering the wisdom of her long life. Bulkhead did the same, trying to give what wisdom he could in the absence of Jack's other creator and even going so far as to share a few stories of his guardian back before the war to connect to the boy. Bumblebee, not having much experience in the field of parenting, instead chose to be more of a friend. He and Jack weren't particularly close, but he kept near to keep an optic on the boy in case he was having a rough day.

Neither Jack or June understood why the team adjusted their behavior and they didn't need to know. Custom would be upheld, even amidst war.

[deepfivetraveller]

King Baldwin x Time!Traveler!reader

chapter 1

Chapter 2 here

Okay I’m a little new to writing romance so please take it easy on me. Btw I’ll try to keep y/n as neutral as possible but since this is set in the ancient era and religion is very important, y/n shall be hinted as being Hindu since that’s the only one that seems neutral in this situation.

“Alright that's all for the lesson. And since its complete I expect all of you to be thorough with ‘Life of King Baldwin iv’ during this weekend since there will be a test on this very topic next wednesday. Have a great weekend by the way.” The professor stands up and closes his laptop and all the other students start packing up.

“He had a pretty hard life didn’t he?” One of your friends chimes in. You look at her unsurprised. “You mean king Baldwins?”

“Duh! Poor man suffered an incurable disease almost his entire life! Imagine having skin infested in bacteria, euggh!” She recoils in disgust. “Imagine the cure to that disease being bacteria itself! Pretty sure Leprosy can be cured using multi antibiotic therapy.” Another friend joins in the conversation. You finished packing up your bag so you get up. “But no matter what, you gotta respect him. He never used his illness as an excuse to be a bad king.”

“That’s true….” Your first friend agrees. “He’s tough. When I catch a normal cold I give up all of my responsibilities since I’m sick. Wonder how hard it must have been for him.” All of you exit the classroom. A few minutes go by and topics have changed. A fun conversation lasted for a while before it was time to go, so you three parted ways.

As you entered your home your first thought was to take a cold shower after a long, hot and sweaty day. While eagerly hopping into the shower you get reminded of the conversation you had with your friends a while ago. What did king Baldwin even look like? There were no images in your textbook. Curiosity got the best of you, making you draw back the shower curtains to leave. You wrapped a towel and went towards the table where you kept your mobile, typed a quick ‘King Baldwin the 4th images’ and hit enter. Two images popped up. One being an actual painting from the 12th century while the other being an image reconstructed by scientists which looked…realistic to say the least.

His face in the second photo was majestic. His mouth and nose were almost non-existent, having only two triangular shaped holes instead of a nose. His skin was dry, withered and stretched while having the hue of a dry leaf during autumn. Even though he was severely disfigured his eyes were pure and bright, having a child like innocence towards them. King Baldwin was…Quite handsome.

Okay that’s enough now snap out of it! It’s probably just some AI prompt message image anyway. If anyone found out you found him handsome they’d call you crazy. Plus now is not the time to fangirl over a dead king, now's the time to study. In an attempt to distract yourself you pick up your books to do work. Hours painfully go by as you study but finally, finally it was bedtime. You could care less about eating dinner or even taking a shower, you plop yourself onto your bed and wrap the soft blanket around your body. Thoughts about King Baldwin strike your mind again. Seriously, what's wrong with you?! Why is this man plaguing your thoughts all day?

A sigh escaped your mouth from irritation. If only it was possible to console him for his losses or better yet, cure him entirely. The world would have been a better place if he had the lifespan of a normal man.

But there is no point thinking about this, time to go to bed now. As you try to go to sleep your body keeps doing the fake fall thing, annoying you to the core. And finally when your bodys heartbeat was steady and your breathing was quiet, your body did that fake fall thing again but this time it was actually a real fall.

Eyes widen as you try to grab onto the air to prevent your fall but of course, you fail. Adrenaline rushes through your veins for that split second before you finally make an impact on the cobblestone path?

Owch! That fall really hurt, especially at the back of your shoulders! You hope it’s not bruised there. But after that reality check, you look around only to find yourself in some village?

You can see a few small huts and buildings beyond the grassy field. Where are you? How are you here? Why are you here? Too confused and dazed from the fall, you try to look around for people for help. That is until a holographic screen with text pops up.

Congratulations Ms. Y/n. Your wish to cure King Baldwin has been approved by the ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. You are now at Jerusalem, Year: 1181.

“What?”

Yes it’s true Ms.Y/n, you really are in the 12th century.

Your blood is now boiling in anger. “Just because….Someone wishes pity over a dead king DOES NOT ACTUALLY MEAN THEY WANT TO CURE HIM!” You try to grab onto the screen to shake it vigorously but your hands go right thru.

Now now, let’s calm down and try to get over with this together I’m sure we’ll find a solution.

“Calm down…CALM DOWN?!?!?!? I’m in the middle of nowhere in Jerusalem during the 12th century and you want me to CALM DOWN???? I don’t even know French and not to mention I’M NOT CHRISTIAN!” You were screaming with your hand in the air. Pretty sure you woke someone up.

Y-Yes but that’s why I’m here. Don’t worry about communication, the language module for french had been uploaded into your brain while you fell here.

The screen flickers a little, maybe due to fear.

Uploaded knowledge? “But I’m a woman from the 21st century! I can’t live here! I’m wayy to accustomed to the privileges of my time!”

That’s one of my perks miss! By using currency of this time you may purchase products of your time thru me! The screen changes to an online store. For now you have access to basic necessities like food and clothes. As you complete missions you shall unlock other parts of the online market! The screens display brightness increases due to enthusiasm, convinced it has impressed you.

You however look at it in exasperated shock. “How is this even possible?” You say with dread in your voice. “Who sent me here?” You ask, no, demand.

Like I said You’ve been sent here by ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. I’m pretty sure you can’t read that since mortals don’t have the capacity to….

Mortals? Is this the play of some higher being? God even? Too many questions float through your head, making you visibly tired. You can feel the bottom of the skin beneath your eyes folding, an indicator you’re developing dark circles.

Ah. It looks like you’re tired. It’s night anyway. You should sleep.

“But where do I-”

“Excuse me madam.” You turn around to see a man standing behind you. “I’ve noticed you’ve been talking to yourself.”

So he can’t see the screen. From his ragged outfit he seems to be a commoner. He also genuinely seems worried so you guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help.

“Yes, sorry for that.” You say embarrassingly while you get up. “You see I’m from the family of wandering traders, here to sell spices from my land. I was talking to myself since I was quite irritated at how I didn’t have an inn for the night.” The explanation seems responsible enough I guess.

“But I don’t see any goods with you… And how did a young lady such as yourself travel alone? Where is your husband?”

Crap. He’s doubting you. You need to give him a reasonable explanation fast or he’ll call you a witch or something.

“Oh no sir you’re mistaken! My father is the one who has the spices, it’s his business after all. We had to split ways during travel due to inconveniences, I’m merely here to help him!” You put on your best smile to convince him.

“O-Oh I’m sorry madame! H-Here let me lead you, I know an Inn nearby.” Good. Looks like he believes you. But now it’s your turn.

“I’m sorry sir but how can I trust you?” You step back a little. “What if you take advantage of me? How shall I testify my innocence? The locals would definitely believe you over me.”

“No no please don’t! I’m a married man. My wife’s right there.” he points at the lady standing just outside the house, looking worried. You look at her and she nods her head in reassurance. “You seem like a noble from your land madame judging from your colorful dress, why don’t the both of us show you where the inn is?”

Hmm….Guess colorful clothing is rare here. And he really does seem like he wants to help.

“Very well then. Both of you show me they way.” The man eagerly tells his wife the incident and both of them show you around. The screen follows you, showing you a winking emoticon.

Congrats Ms. Y/n! You have officially begun your first mission!

[selenepsyche]

𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗅: 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 1)

Today, I am starting a new series to focus on past life astrology. There are many ways to learn about your past life and karmic patterns in your birth chart. The north and south node, Saturn, Chiron, Pluto, retrograde planets, and the 12th house are the main ways to discover what your past life could have been like. In part one, I will be covering the south node and how it relates to your past life.

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖾?

The south node sits exactly opposite of the north node. It tells you the type of experiences and lessons you could have dealt with in your past life. It also tells you what gifts you could have brought into this life. We use it to learn from our past and fulfill our biggest purpose/destiny in this life, which is our north node.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 1𝗌𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a warrior, pioneer, or someone who thrived on individuality and action. You could have been assertive, independent, and self-reliant. But, you also might have had tendencies of acting on impulse, struggling with collaboration and compromise, and could have tried to start drama and dominate situations to prove yourself. You may have been ego driven.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 2𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a designer, artist, chef, or someone deeply connected to nature or wealth. You were focused on building a strong foundation for yourself, maybe even for your family. You wanted to enjoy life as much as possible and live a life of comfort and stability. But, you could have been too attached to material possessions, overindulged in material or food items, and tried to resist change.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗈𝗋 3𝗋𝖽 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a scholar, writer, journalist, teacher, reporter, or public speaker. You could have loved learning and have a natural ability to write in this life. You were also skilled at gathering information and forming connections. But, you could have relied too much on logic and intuition, avoiding your intuition.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 4𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a caregiver, midwife, nurse, herbalist, healer, or someone who was deeply connected to your home and family life. You had no problem prioritizing your family and you could have been a mother. It could be very easy for you to nurture and show compassion for others in this life because of that. But, because of this, you could have avoided personal ambition to prioritize helping others, had fear of stepping out of your comfort zone, and might have become too attached to your family.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝗋 5𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an entertainer, famous, a leader/ruler, artist, or someone who was always thriving in the spotlight. You could have lived a life full of self expression and creativity. You had a strong focus on individual and personal recognition. But, you could have craved constant attention, had an inflated ego, had difficulty collaboration with others and sharing the spotlight, and prioritized your own goals over goals to help others.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖵𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗋 6𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a healer, doctor, analyst, librarian, or scientist. You were most likely very intelligent and a great problem solver. You could have lived a life dedicated to serving and helping others, being precise, perfect, and organized. But, you could have been obsessed with perfection, overthinking, being critical of yourself and others, and neglected creativity and spirituality in favor of logic.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗋 7𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a lawyer, mediator, model, artist, diplomat, or someone with a high level of diplomacy and focused on partnerships. You lived a life centered on social dynamics, justice, and harmony. But, you could have lost your identity in relationships, did your best to avoid conflict (even if it was necessary for growth), and relied too much on others for validation or making decisions.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗂𝗈 𝗈𝗋 8𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have deeply involved in spirituality and spiritual work, mysticism, a therapist, a witch, investigator, mortician, and dealt with life's darker aspects. Your past life could have been full of transformation, emotional intensity, trauma, and difficulty. You could have had trouble trusting others, letting go of trauma and betrayal, and having trouble being at peace.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 9𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a traveler, teacher/professor, philosopher, preacher, pilot, or someone who was deeply interested in exploring, seeing the world, and learning many new things. You may have had a lot of knowledge in different things and optimism. Education could have been a major part of your life. But, you could have also had a tendency to avoid responsibilities and practical things.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗋 10𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an authority figure, entrepreneur, CEO, or someone who simply had a lot of ambition and responsibility. You had natural leadership abilities and was always a hard worker. But, this could also mean that you put too much focus on your work and status, suppressed your emotions or personal needs, and struggled with being vulnerable and nurturing others.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 11𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been an activist, political figure, teacher, humanitarian, socialite, or someone who was dedicated to social progress. You were really focused on innovation, people, and bringing change to a community or the world. You could have had a resistance to tradition or structure. Your dedication to others may have lead to you prioritizing others' needs over your own.

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖯𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 12𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

You could have been a spiritualist, mystic, healer, artist, monk, priestess/priest, or someone who was very intuitive, spiritual, and gifted. You could have been a very powerful psychic as well. Nurturing and healing others was easy for you and connecting with the higher power was normal for you. You may have also had big dreams on what you wanted to achieve in your life. But, you could have also had a lack of boundaries, difficulty grounding in reality, avoided practical responsibilities, and over sacrificed for others.

You will find even more information through the aspects to your south node. Squares and oppositions can indicate the difficulties that you dealt with, karma, or unlearned lessons you have to work on in this life. Trines and sextiles can indicate the gifts you brought from your past life. Conjunctions to other planets show planets of significance.

If you have questions about specific aspects or other questions, comment them down below! I will answer as many as I can. Thank you for reading!

[starrycassi]

VERY old and uncooked au I have where Viktor (and eventually jayce) end up working for Silco.

(Edited on December 17th, 2024. Added Sky to the plot, edited the way the heist happens, explained a bit more about The Herald, generally added some other details)

PART 1 - VIKTOR (childhood, adolescence, survival)

Singed actually takes the child in. Yeah I know Viktor technically HAS parents but we've never seen em in the show so I'm ignoring them

So Viktor now lives + works for singed. He gets over his morals real quick when faced with a fully equipped laboratory. He's a child, okay? He gets excited and is eventually groomed (I don't mean romantically, just like molded) by singed into agreeing + obeying all the things the older man tells him. Silco joins in on the part later and toys with his brain as best as he can

Singed uses him as a bargaining chip with Silco. An investment, if you will.

A bit of a "future promise" thing. Viktor actually agrees to this because he knows it's the best shot he's got. All the years living alongside Singed have made him into a more cynical/realistic person. He's 13 and already grumbles at "kids these days"

And Silco is an opportunistic man. He looks at this young, blooming genius and goes "yeah, why not? He is your problem, though. Have some money and make me a bomb"

Viktor also gets a pretty decent gun and shooting lessons. His aim is decent enough. He also hangs around sevika A LOT. He recognizes her as the strongest, safest individual if a fight breaks out and tells her ad much. She won't admit it but the praise feels good. She allows him to hover around and he helps her with small things like lighting hee cigarettes or refilling her flask. It's a symbiotic relationship where they both look at each other dead in the eye when someone is saying stupid shit.

So Viktor is like 15 and suddenly faced with even MORE power and recognition, even MORE fundings and accomodations.

This boy pours his life and time into making weapons. His dreams of being a scientist are slowly forgotten as both Singed and Silco effectively turn him into their perfect little genius.

They turn his desire to help against himself, telling him that the only way the under city will ever get better is if they go against piltover and win (which yeah I mean it kinda makes sense) and just general promises and such

Silco is genuinely surprised by how inventive the kid can be, and in return Viktor appreciates the man's offers and words for what it is: a trap he's wilfully walking in.

Silco does NOT feel any affection for the kid. At least not a lot more than he does for sevika or any other loyal worker. He is amused by his intelligence and somewhat entertained by his ideas. He seems Viktor as more of a small dog he's raising, expecting him to develop sharper and sharper fangs. He does care for Viktor in the "one of my youngest workers is more efficient and savvy than five of yours" way

Viktor doesn't feel any affection for Silco, either. He's a really down-to-earth kid, has lived in the fissures all his life and has been coached by singed into how to navigate the under city. He knows singed doesn't really trust the man and doesn't plan on doing so himself. He does love the opportunity he's given, but knows damn well that it's all done for a higher reason.

He does feel a connection with singed, though. It's mutual in a way. More of a mentor-mentee thing than any paternal/familiar relationship, but they're both satisfied with it. Singed respects Viktor and treats him as an equal, which also means he can a bit too harsh on what is essentially still a fragile teen.

They are protective of Viktor only in the way one is protective of their own gun

PART 2 - VIKTOR (last of his teen years, young adulthood, rage)

EVENTUALLY Viktor manages to worm his way into the academy (in the same way he did in canon) while hiding from Silco, Singed and Sevika, and is, instead, rejected. Heimerdinger is too weary of Viktor and his general attitude (for a good reason) and plans on having him interrogated. When he tries to get Viktor to walk alone into a room with him, Viktor panics and starts stuttering out explanations. He knows his position in the under city is conditional. Knows the leash that Silco has around him. The academy could be his safe haven and now he's losing it.

He's also fake-dating Sky while this goes on. Except she's fully convinced they're gonna get married and Viktor is a Homosexual™

Heimerdinger does his best to try and calm him down, however, every word he says makes the situation worse. He's so clearly out of touch, promising things that could never be done.

Viktor is under a lot of pressure and just starts spiraling. Everything the yordle says makes things worse and worse. The commotion calls the school guards attention and Viktor gets almost thrown in jail, all while heimerdinger tries to tell the guards to let him go. Viktor eventually manages to sneak out but fucks his leg up even more in the process.

Sky tries to help, they have a horrible fight and essentially roast each other until they're both kinda crying. Sky cries the most.

He returns "home" and, refusing to be taken back for such a thing, turns his sadness into bright, burning indignation. Silco might be an idiot, he realizes, but he's right about some things. He burns down the uniform after ripping it into shreds.

After all of this, he abandons any dream of ever getting out. Singed looks at him knowingly, tells him that sneaking around is a fine art he hasn't mastered yet, and leaves. Silco welcomes him back with a satisfied smile, and a "see, boy? I was right"

Silco isn't killing Viktor for his betrayal because he smells the heartbreak and KNOWS that this is the time to attack if he wants that boy to be on his side for the rest of his life. Sevika isn't even mad. Just kinda disappointed.

And it WORKS. Viktor is devastated and isolated, and Silco effectively positions himself as the only current logical option. Viktor knows that this is all a shit show but decides that there's nothing to lose by working for the biggest kingpin in the city

This is what begins his transformation as The Machine Herald, or "Herald" for short. His leg is Fucked Up and Singed goes "hey how about I do an unsupervised surgery on you" and Viktor just kinda goes "yeah well why not". He wakes up with more wires than veins in that leg but it hurts a lot less so. Can't win them all can we?

Years go by, Viktor becomes part of silco's inner gang, since Silco is finally sure that this boy has nowhere to run, no one to ask for help. He develops what could be seen as a friendship with sevika. They drink together every so often, trash-talking the rest of the henchmen in hushed whispers in between assignments. She tries to give him life advice in cryptic ways. He kinda gets it. Most of the time.

He makes up with sky and become Best Friends™. In a way. When they're not trying to get each other to come back to Zaun/Piltover

He keeps sky a secret from them all in fear of... Well, of whatever the fuck they could try and do to her if they got mad at him.

He's also a bit of a slut. I mean he's young, hot, kinda part of Zaun's elite, smart... yeah he's getting around. This part is important I swear. No it's not I just want Viktor to get it on. He's constantly sneaking pretty boys in and out of wherever he's staying at that week which is why no one really questions Jayce (see, it was important) the first few days he's in his house after The Trial (idk where the fuck sevika sleeps. Do silco's henchmen just sleep in his house??? Does he provide apartments?? I need to know)

People in the under city actually start talking to Viktor as he gets older, realizing that he's a bit less violent than the rest of silco's thugs and they have a 50/50 shot that he will actually help them in their pleas. This is always weird to him but he endures it for the sake of staying on top of what's being said in the city. And he's also generally a kind soul deep down

He buys from benzo frequently, and Benzo tolerates him because once, very slowly and in a hushes tone, he heard Viktor tell Ekko to never work for anyone with a shark aquarium.

Viktor is quite fond of Ekko. If Silco didn't basically own his soul, he would definitely take the kid in. Which is why he eventually becomes the biggest timebomb advocate.

PART THREE - MEETING JAYCE.

He's in Benzo's shop when he meets jayce.

He goes "yeah I could get him to suck me off probably" and tries to approach

And then jayce pays in GOLD and DOESN'T HAGGLE

And he realizes that this idiot is a piltie. He also realizes that whatever the fuck he just bought and the whole projects he's talking about could be useful for him and silco will not like it if a PILTIE out of everyone outsmarts him in weapon creation. He literally gets in between him and the door with absolutely no idea of what he's going to do (there is absolutely no way he's upping that payment sorry silco you are no match for the Kirammans)

There is no time and he defaults to "oh this is not my bedroom!" mode.

Cue him saying something like "I've never seen such a pretty face in this store. Are you from around here, darling?"

Ekko is gagging in the background.

They flirt yada yada I have the scene but it's too long to write here. U get the idea. I'd anyone wants to read that ask me but for now just use your imagination

Viktor offers Jayce to come back with him to his house for "protection" because "these streets are sooo cruel for foreigners" and Ekko hypes him up. "Oh Yeah Herald here is So Strong and Everyone Respects Him" which is technically not a lie. Jayce gets overwhelmed and accepts. As this is happening the kids are staging the heist but it has not happened yet. Don't ask me about timelines idgaf

They make out a bit, Jayce tells Viktor all about his theory (which is arguably hotter for Viktor) and shows him his notes (because obviously he carries his journal with him)

Viktor is BLOWN AWAY by this. He gets all worked up. Never felt this horny before. They discuss for a while, and Viktor decides that THIS is something he can stand behind. Actual discoveries, not just drawing blueprints after blueprint of the same fucking thing

Really how many ways can one design a weapon in

Anyways

Viktor sort of mildly drugs jayce and steals three of the shiny orbs and then wakes Jayce up and tells him that this was delightful and such.

PART FOUR - Hey Silco Can We Adopt This Boy. For Science

The heist happens the very same way. Viktor hears about it, about the trial, and decides that all these years of work should get him some privileges

He goes "If you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission" and just goes to save Jayce. Originally I had him argue with Silco and Singed to allow him to do this here but yk what? This man is too impulsive to do that. He's breaking his man OUT with two bribed bodyguards and Janna on his side. Sky is 100% on board because she kinda knows Jayce and he's really nice so she doesn't want them to banish him.

Viktor breaks jayce out do NOT ask me how #thepoweroflove and Sky's blessing or whatever. The henchmen get to punch enforcers so they're happy about it.

The "am I interrupting?" Scene happens. It's also too long so.

It takes Viktor a while to convince Jayce to, yk, betray his country and leave everything he's ever known behind, but Jayce was literally about to kill himself and Viktor is talking about change and help and people who actually need it (lies) and he looks so beautiful under the moonlight and he remembered him. So. Really what can one realistically do in this situation if not agree with the criminal who's trying to save you from exile.

They rush back to Zaun, Jayce leaves a hasty suicide note and says he will drown himself in the river and not to search for him (he leaves a slight clue for him being in Zaun as an alibi in case they eventually find him and want to blame Viktor for kidnapping. Which is such a hot and clever thing that Viktor almost kisses him right there), they break into heimerdinger's room via Sky giving them the keys, steal all the equipment they can carry (henchmen & co brought some bags okay??)

When Mel arrives they're gone. She calls for the guards to come but they're waaay out of her reach and Sky is there all beaten up and crying (she agreed to it)

There might be a motorcycle involved. Cyclists Viktor... Yeah. Hot.

When they arrive, he has his very first actual screaming-match kind of fight with Silco and Singed about keeping A Piltie in their territory, but they eventually and very reluctantly give in. Also Jinx is there. So Silco isn't really that preoccupied with who lives with Viktor and more with how to make this child stop wailing.

Silco knows that even a worm will turn. If Jayce does agree to work for them and stays loyal, then they get another good worker. If not, they can always kill him. He's never heard Viktor this adamant about someone before, and damn he's seen the boy walk around with some pretty faces. Maybe this Jayce fella truly is smart.

PART FIVE - JINX AND JAYCE

When Viktor shows up he finds out that silco has adopted a child. Also Sevika doesn't have an arm. Also Vander is dead. So is, presumably, that child with the bad haircut. So is Benzo. Which is a bummer. He liked the store.

Ekko is nowhere to be found. That's a bit sad. Really sad. He sheds a few tears.

Jayce hates everything that's going on around him buts this man is SUICIDAL, basically homeless, penniless and his one and only lifeline is Viktor. Even if he stayed in Piltover no one would've been able to help. He's just kinda going with the flow. Having him gives Viktor his backbone and morals back. Slowly. Very slowly.

Hextech develops WAY slower. Like they're working in a drug den in the middle of what is basically a hastily put together lab there's absolutely no way there's the same conditions. They're doing their best though.

Jayce Is actually really impressed by shimmer and how it can "help" people. He's gaslighting himself ATP and everyone else is enabling him. No Jayce you're just creating an army of drug addicted zombies what do you mean giving power to the people.

Also eventually Silco gives Viktor a laced brace that makes him mildly addicted to shimmer. Viktor is clever enough to realize what's going on but also experienced enough to know that refusal would be seen as an offense. He takes the brace on and off with his own prototypes. Sevika and him both know they're just digging themselves into a deeper hole. With time he just goes "yeah fuck it" and starts regularly using it on his wires for the better performance of his leg. Glorious evolution or something.

Silco actually tries to kill jayce once because he was getting too fucking annoying and self-righteous, but Jinx steps in. He reminds him of claggor (in a bizarre way). She claims that they're both her friends and she loves them and silco just seethes in silence because Why did he become a father.

They help raise her. Kinda. Not co-parenting. More like co-uncling. They're both horrible influences but they aren't worse than Silco's enablement so it's just a very fucked up raising strategies cocktail.

I wrote all of this so I could successfully say that they have a tea party with her.

THEY LOVE LIL JINX OKAAAY. Specially jayce. He takes all his emptiness and sadness and anger and tries to fill it with love for her and Viktor, the only two people he feels are kind of honest to him. He tries to befriend Sevika. Doesn't really work at first.

Also Jayce being jealous of the fact that Viktor got around, specially when he has the audacity to give powder boy's advice (sevika is a STONE TOP LESBIAN you can NOT tell me anything else) right in Jayce's face. Yeah. Miscommunication. Falling in love. Devotion and guilt. Feelings of owing. Hesitant kisses and never said words. YEEES. I know it's a bit tropey but I like it so. Yeah.

Also both Jayce and Vik have long hair. Jinx insisted they let it grow like hers. Jayce's actually reaches his shoulder plates/mid back while Viktor keeps it shoulder length, just long enough to tie it. I think. Still haven't decided since long hair Jayce is too hard to mentally picture but I know he would look GOOD

Yes this also means that Jayce and Vi meet even earlier. They take a look at each other as they both try to calm down jinx and Become Best Friends™

Caitlyn always has a heart attack because YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. She, like Vi, goes "yeah silco is definitely keeping my sister/brother captive" and they're both like You Will Not Believe This.

Viktor doesn't join them in their adventures because he is Not jumping around the roofs. He uses a cane. Leave him alone jinx no he can't climb the stupid ass tower.

Jinx and Jayce become a sort of "ground control" thing. Jayce is BUFFED that man can stand his own in a fight. He's not as quick or flexible but he makes up for it in pure absolute brawn. They're not actually doing anything useful they're just entertaining Jinx every so often.

Idk guys this au is consuming my brain.

I have more ideas but this was way too long already

If u read this far u can actually ask for a small scene on the au or add an idea and I'll write it for u

[1-800-local-slut]

hey 👀, so hear me out 😘 . So think about this .... bubblegum from adventure time inspired reader in invincible. Okey so everybody knows how kind, intelligent, and responsible she is , but also with a darker, more authoritarian side. She is a brilliant inventor and leader, deeply protective of her people . Bubblegum is since a morally gray character that needs a mark grayson to help her better understand and work better with others . Am thinking similar to adventure time she holds a deep love for her people(humanity) that she more than willing to do many actions that are seen as inhuman inorder to protect earth from enemies. We can even explore the type of horrible things she does to certain people like in adventure time . She's always in belief that she is doing the right thing . I kinda really wanna see the characters from the invincible universe reaction to her personality . Bubblegum is such a girlboss and world class tyrant that she would dominate in the invincible universe. But every girlboss needs a man like mark who will try to straighten her out and love her anyways .

Of course I can beautiful! So sorry for the delay, work been kicking my ass 😭😭😭. But I love the way you think, this one is gonna be a little bit different, I had to make a way for the reader to capture that leadership/motherhood vibe of PB (my goat) so please read the note!

Warnings: morally gray reader, Mark loves your crazy ass, slight body horror (body snatching) but nothing too crazy <3, Kate and Shapesmith are victims of you

IMPORTANT NOTE: the reader is an observer. You're an alien whose job is literally to observe, but you grew to love Earth. You don't have crazy powers other than the powers of science and some different anatomy, but you took the form of a human when you chose to live on Earth. Also not to sound too weird BUT the reader has no physical body that can be seen by the human eye. So, you can take over any sentient life form you want. You instead took over the body of a random girl who passed away and have been living your own life. I know it's weird, but it feels very PB like to me.

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🍬 Mark loves your little crazy ass! You're a little bit weird; he's noticed that. You have a tendency to spy on people. When he comes in and sees you sitting in meditation, eyes completely white he knows what you're doing. He calls it spying, you call it 'keeping an eye on things'

🍬He's quickly found there's almost two you's. The you who is a normal girl, who likes sleeping, social media, online shopping, reading, all the normal stuff

Then there's you who is...different. The you who's a scientist with some disturbing shit in your basement, you who spies on the people of Earth and has no issue putting people in prison until they learn your lesson. You see no issue with any of your actions, no matter how many human rights acts you violate. Besides, what are they gonna do? Arrest you?

🍬Cecil quickly learned he has no power over you. Not when you can literally take over the body of anyone you wanted and just do whatever. You could be you today and the President tomorrow morning. The government is aware of you and just has to be happy that you're on Earth's defense team.

🍬Mark falling for you was so unexpected. He's Invincible, the symbol of free will. He's all for 'let Earth figure it out', where you've used unsavory tactics to steer the people of Earth clear out of the path of self-destruction multiple times

🍬 The issue was, Mark was so in love with you that he didn't see your plans sometimes until it was too late.

🍬You don't feel the same at first. You're capable of loving but at the moment you just didn't feel like being in a relationship

🍬 Mark didn't see the 'evil' in you, not until you and Kate got into it. More so she got mad, you brushed her off and everyone was a bit weirded out. But you did something good. Kate's feelings were hurt, yes. But Multipaul was back in jail where he needed to be

It all started when you and Paul 'coincidentally' crossed paths. Next thing everyone knew, you were dating an assassin who suddenly wasn't so keen on killing. You never seemed too interested in him anyways, more so keeping him distracted.

Mark noticed it when you two were on FaceTime one night. Paul was there, happy to see you. You were mixing together two liquids when he eagerly called your name from a different room. You slammed the beaker down onto the table, Mark jumped from over the phone.

"Yes baby?" You called back through gritted teeth. But when Paul did come in, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss like you weren't just annoyed fifteen seconds ago. It took some convincing, but you eventually got him to leave you alone for just long enough

In truth, you just needed to keep Paul busy. Long enough for him to stop killing. From there, all he needed to do was keep blowing off his bosses. Like a love sick fool. As long as you kept kissing him with those bubblegum flavored lips he didn't even notice the pressure mounting on his shoulders

Eventually, Paul's status as a top assassin didn't matter when his loyalty was being questioned. It was kill or be killed. One kill, just one good one to reassert his loyalty.

🍬 But someone tipped off the police, and so off to jail he went. Through methods unknown to you, Kate convinced herself it was all your fault. All you did was date the guy to stop him from killing people, which led to him being forced into a crime and then put back into prison even though he was trying to turn his life around only for you to use his arrest as an excuse to cut him loose. God forbid women had ambition!

🍬 The fallout was bad. But you just stared at Kate. Letting her rage at you about how you sold him out and let him get arrested and 'how could you break his heart?!'

"Kate, I really liked Paul! Why would I stay with someone who would kill the moment things get to be too much? That's not safe for me. I'm sorry you feel upset, but there's just nothing I could do." You flipped through your text book before scribbling notes in the pages of your notebooks. Ex in maximum prison or not, you still had college to finish.

"Don't give me that shit! I have you figured out! You set him up, no one knew about that job!" The woman was in your face; finger pointed in your chest. You peered at her over your glasses, before you looked down and continued your studies.

"I didn't even know about it." You responded evenly. Everyone in the room could see your patience running thin. Mark felt the skin on his neck tingle, he knew something was about to go down

"Okay girl. You told him to stop killing but you knew the league would go after him! You just let him destroy himself."

The moment she said that your patience ran out. The air shifted. You sat up straighter in your seat. You even folded your hands. Rex came downstairs with some loud comment before Monster Girl quickly shushed him. Everyone waiting with bated breath.

"Did I destroy him?" You asked, taking off your reading glasses and folding them onto the counter you were sitting at. The tone was inquisitive, like you were really curious even though you already knew the answer.

"Did I destroy your brother, who chose to kill someone? Did I destroy your assassin brother who was killing important political figures and allowing corrupt leaders to take their spots which created more struggle for the impoverished? I further corrupted your already morally unsound brother?"

No one moved. No one even breathed. Kate's face was flushed, tears brimming in her eyes as her breath quivered. She looked around the room, only for her own teammates to avoid her gaze. As if to say 'I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole'. Even the birds outside stopped chirping while you sat patiently waiting for her response.

"Don't talk to her like that!" And here goes Immortal. Now Mark respects Immortal just fine; he's fought for humanity for thousands of years with nothing but pain as his reward. But this was a fight Immortal should've kept out of. Everyone knows, if your girlfriend is losing an argument don't jump in. Because that makes her look like she can't stand her own ground.

"Then maybe she shouldn't have invited herself to a conversation with nothing to do with her. What happened with Paul and I is between Paul and I."

Mark hated to admit you were right. Paul was dangerous. No matter how many chances the government, Cecil, Kate, even Immortal tried, he just didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. And you didn't do anything. Even if you did sell him out, you called the police to prevent a murder that would sow political discourse. As much as it sucked, Paul needed to go to jail.

Love is strong, but it ain't that strong. If Paul wanted to change, he would've changed.

🍬 Later that day, when you were in your office Mark popped in

"Hey Mark! What's up?" You chirped playfully, taking off your goggles and gloves.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if we could talk about today." Mark rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. You tilted your head, face riddled with confusion.

"About today? Sure, why though?"

"Well...did you, you know? Did you do it, I mean."

"Do what?"

He sighed. He couldn't say it, didn't want to say it but he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"Did you set up Paul?" He asked exasperated. Silence settled over the cold steel lab. The only noise was the bubbling of your beaker. You stared at him with no readable expression, almost chilling him to his core.

"Hmmmm. No. I didn't. Paul destroyed himself. Now, if that's all you came to ask me, I am going to ask you to leave. I'm working."

Mark couldn't explain the feeling he got. He couldn't explain the pang in his ribs. It was cold in the room, and looking at you as you snapped your goggles on, he was almost unable to recognize you.

And Mark hated to say, he'd never been more attracted to you.

🍬 As he spent more time with you, he knew he was in trouble. You were cool, smart, friendly, but you didn't hide who you were. Without shame, you were 100% yourself even if it was a tough call. You make the hard choices Mark can't bring himself to make.

🍬 He couldn't stop loving you. He couldn't stop no matter what he tried. What made it hard was that you weren't evil. You were just smart. You made choices to protect whoever you cared about and like you always say, what people don't know can't hurt them. Which is where your next morally reprehensive action came into play.

🍬 You got caught with a needle and Shapesmith's unconscious body in your lab.

🍬 The tube attached at the bottom was filled with the green liquid that was essentially his blood.

🍬 It was a sight that freaked out everyone when they caught you

"What are you doing?!" Rex asked from your doorway. You pulled the needle from Shapesmith's arm and looked up from where you were extracting the needle.

Silence as you scanned the mortified faces of each of the guardian's looking on in horror.

"Nothing too crazy." You replied nonchalantly. As if you were too focused to even try and make an excuse. Which would be pointless seeing as you were literally caught holding the needle.

"Girlfriend this looks really weird. Are you stealing samples of Shapesmith's DNA?" Eve asked from the door, pushing her way to the front of the group. She was probably your closest friend and even she didn't know all the weird shit you do.

"Yes." You continued your work, pulling out a small wipe. You disinfected the area. The skin healed instantly.

"What the fuck?! Why?!" Monster Girl asked, literally mortified.

"Why are you all in my house right now?" Which honestly seemed like a better question for you to ask. You were a young woman, where a bunch of adults just barged into your home. Mind you, this was your private lab.

The question was pointed, as if they were inconveniencing you.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Upon seeing Kate, you just sighed. You pushed your goggles up onto your hair, like a headband before putting the small vial into a test tube holder.

"Listen. I don't exactly have the time to explain the complexities of scientific exploration to all of you."

"You aren't the smartest in the room, we aren't stupid. You know there's no valid explanation for this."

You chuckled at the comment about you not being the smartest. You pushed yourself onto your lab table, carefully placing the thickness of your thighs on the table in between the mass of beakers. Mark was ashamed of how his heart thumped in his chest at the condescending look in your eyes. As if the suggestion that you weren't the smartest was truly the dumbest thing you've ever heard.

"I actually am though. I'm a genius. Why are you all here?"

"What- because you're stealing his DNA?! He's unconscious!" Rex gestured wildly, looking around to see if anyone else to see this insanity.

"Oh please. He's fine. He asked for my help, he asked for this. He just didn't understand what he was asking me to do."

"Like hell he asked for this." Monster Girl scoffed, looking at you like she was ready to haul you off to the GDA. Even with this many people coming down on you, you stood tall against them.

"He's knocked out! What type of help could you be giving him?" Eve attempted to reason.

Mark blinked hard. Eve was right. But if you say that he asked then who were they to call you a liar? You were a genius. His palms pressed to his eyes, like he was attempting to disappear into the background. Somehow, in some way, the Guardians knew Mark had a way about him. You'd almost become his responsibility in a way, the make sure you didn't fly off the handle and do something crazy.

Even though you had far more power over him. Like now, when you were sitting on the table with the dark skin of your thighs revealed. Mark was tempted to just usher everyone out and leave you to your business.

Something about him calmed you, quelled your determined spirit to take a break before doing something insane from stress.

Your hands searched around behind you for a file or something.

You found the heavy folder and dropped it on your lap.

"Shapesmith asked me to help him increase his powers. So, I agreed to help and asked if he was okay with mild sedation. I'm trying to help him stretch far enough without him ending up in pieces. Maybe fortify his core.

Also, it wouldn't be bad to have a sample of his DNA incase those sequids return. I get DNA incase of emergency. He gets stronger. It's a win win."

But Mark knew you better than that. Knew better than to just accept the first explanation because that's the answer that would create the least amount of damage. He stepped forward into your lab, and you met his eyes.

"Does he know your keeping his DNA to experiment incase of the sequids?"

"He didn't ask what I'd be doing with it!"

"Oh my God!" Monster Girl threw her hands up, as if to say she was done with the conversation, done with the madness.

"Well...I guess if he asked." With that, Eve too was done. She lifted herself off the ground and flew away. She was against barging into your home in the first place, certain you weren't doing anything bad. And then she said she was leaving if it turned out it was just nonsense.

"Dude...this is freaky. I'm out." Rex followed Eve. They were probably gonna go get food, burgers sounded good. Eventually you were the only two left with an unconscious Shapesmith behind you.

You gave him big eyes, that looked at him like you were playfully begging him. A look that made him feel like you were the only two people in the world.

"Are you mad at me too?"

Mark sighed, running a hand over his face. He leaned back against the table, before folding his arms over his chest. He could be mad. Probably should be. But he just...couldn't.

"No. But I think we should talk about informed consent."

You gave him a big grin that made his ears turn red, as Shapesmith let out a soft groan from the bed.

"If I have the time." You tease, knocking one of your legs into him. Hopping off the table, you went and sat by Shapesmith's bed.

"Did it work? Have I been transformed into Mega-Shapesmith?" He asked, hopeful and you placed a gentle hand on his arm. You looked at him like a doctor looks at a brave child after surgery. Your eyes were filled with appreciation and tender care.

"Not yet. But you're on your way hon."

🍬 You didn't really have incidents after that. Or maybe Mark just didn't catch you in the middle of anything bad again.

🍬 You just continued doing what you were doing. Sometimes you did confide in Mark, to which he was able to steer you in an ethical direction. Like asking before you use someone's blood in an experiment or telling someone if you feel like maybe you'll sew a tracker into their neck while they sleep.

🍬 Even though you'll probably do it anyways.

🍬 Mark was scared you'd never like him back. Was scared that you'd never feel the same and he'd just be left feeling hurt.

🍬 He was scared until he saw you looking at him. You were looking at him, with this look in your big brown eyes. That seemed like you were scared but helpless about it

🍬 It wasn't until one night when you did confess.

You two sat in his bedroom one night, eating pizza and conversating about everything and nothing. You showed him the new purse you wanted. He showed you the new sweater he got at the mall that he thought was really cool.

Until you were quiet. You two were sitting on his bed, you were fidgeting with the pink of your braids with curled ends as if something weighed on your mind.

"Mark. I am a genius."

Mark looked up from his phone, to see you sitting with your eyes trained on your lap. Because you don't blush, he listened closely to see if your heart was speeding up.

"I kinda know that by now."

"No. Well yes." You uncharacteristically tripped over your words, a frazzled expression before you cleared your throat. Mark raised an eyebrow at you, lifting his paper plate off his chest.

"I mean. I...I am smart. But I still have feelings. Like love. Almost like how I love chocolate. Speaking of chocolate, did you know there's a chemical in chocolate that boost endorphins, which is why chocolate creates a feeling as exhilarating as love? It's also found in peas which is funny because I don't like peas-"

Mark laughed, rolling off of his back and onto his stomach. You stared at him, looking almost offended.

"What's going on with you?"

Your face crinkled in embarrasment.

"You suck!" You assaulted him with a pillow through a self-depracating laugh, and he swore he saw tears brimming in your eyes. He caught the pillow before he stopped laughing completely.

"Why?" He asked, rolling onto his side and watching you with gentle eyes. You sat quietly on the bed, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Eve told me...that it wasn't good to contain my feelings for you. She advised me to tell you how I feel and junk. I don't know. I like you."

🍬 It took him a second to process that you just said that but from there he pulled you into his arms and that was that

🍬 You two enter a normal-ish relationship. You're still weird. Still you. But you reach for Mark in a way you never had before. You're more vulnerable with him. You let him see you cry from stress, let him help you with the mundane of your life (doing your hair, laundry, organizing your makeup) but you also let him provide insight on some of your choices

🍬 You're still you though. And there was a whole year of you two knowing each other before dating. He learned some nasty things you'd done in the past.

🍬 You lobotomized a terroristic supervillian who has been in a care facility since then

🍬 You worked harder during the war. Crafting robots, chemical warfare, anything that could kill the crazy versions of your boyfriend. It did disturb Mark to see the number of ways you could kill him if you just gave it the smallest effort.

🍬 Those tiny robots who latched onto the variants before implanting a chip into their spine were the scariest by far. A chip that detonated once they destroyed said robots.

🍬 Sadly, your powers were in science. You could fight, but you couldn't fight off three variants at once. You barely managed to kill one and almost blew yourself up in the process. But you were hospitalized for the rest of the war and spent all that time stewing in anger from all of your bones being broken. Also, from your lab blowing up when you had to try and kill three Marks

🍬 When everything settled down, you kicked yourself. How could you not have seen Angstrom Levy coming? Mark assured you there was nothing you could've done. You did good enough. You killed seven with your robots, one on your own, better than quite a few. Better than Kate and Immortal anyways.

🍬 After a while things went back to normal. Mark and you were enjoying your lives together

🍬 You often stay up working late, and Mark brings you food.

🍬 You make modifications to his suit, which Art didn't love at first but you just ignored him

🍬 You were a huge help with Oliver too, who caught some sort of mild sickness that Mark brung home from space with him

🍬 You took such good care of him that Mark for a moment pictured having genius babies with you

🍬 Oliver loves you too! You're a great sister-in-law to him. You've even changed you and Mark's plans to take Oliver something fun with you. The trampoline park won him over, especially when you two broke the rules Mark set to ensure neither of you got injured. Even when you two endured the scolding together while Mark carried you through the air and Oliver flew beside you two

🍬 Debbie was a little freaked out by you at first but she came around. Now Mark thinks she likes you more than him.

🍬 He keeps you in check. You keep him confident. A day doesn't go by where you don't tell Mark he can do anything. Afterall, he pulled you. That's an accomplishment!

🍬 You're his safe space. He doesn't have to be ashamed that he can't always be present because you understand him. He's busy, your busy. When he's off battling whatever, your providing support from home. Or when he's in space dealing with some nonsense you always welcome him back with open arms

🍬 Mark also understands that you need space sometimes to do what you're doing in peace. So, if he disappears for a while, or you disappear for a while you both understand there's a reason for it.

🍬 Mark loves you. The crazy parts, the fun parts, even the side of you that commits what he's sure are crimes against humanity. Your heart is in the right place and that's all that matters to him.

🍬 Mark loves your crazy ass. Even if you are a little bit weird.

[omgthatdress]

In the immense social upheaval following World War I, Berlin emerged as the global hub for gay life and gay art. In 1921, Berlin was home to 40 documented meeting places for gay people. By 1925, that number had jumped to 80.

Cheif among these hotspots was the cabaret Eldorado, whose drag pageants and performances were immortalized by the likes of artists such as Otto Dix. In 2023, Netflix released a documentary about the club, Eldorado: Everything the Nazis Hate.

At the center of the movement for gay rights was Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld and his Institut für Sexualwissenschaft.

Ins 1896 Hirschfeld was operating as a regular physician, when he received a note from a soldier who was engaged to be married. The soldier was suicidally depressed because he could not get over his attraction to men, and was desperate to be cured of it. Being gay himself, Hirschfeld related tremendously to the soldier, and was spurred begin studying homosexuality in a scientific manner.

He was led to the conclusion that homosexuality was a natural occurrence that happened the world over. More importantly, he argued that homosexuality was not immoral and that homosexuals should be free to live and love as they pleased.

Hirschfeld was also the first scientist to recognize and study what we'd call transgenderism today, and was the person who coined the term "transvestite."

(Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, 2nd from right)

Das Institut acted as both a medical clinic and a center of education. Members of the public could come and be informed on the mechanics of how sex worked as well as receiving non-judgemental medical care for STIs and other sexual conditions. Women could receive information about safe abortion. It was also one of the first places where trans people could come and receive hormone treatment and information about gender-reassignment surgery.

Then, in 1933, with the appointment of Adolf Hitler as chancellor, everything changed.

Queer lives were officially deemed not worth living, and public queer places became the chief target of Nazi persecution. The voluminous libraries of Das Institut were raided and then burned, destroying so much early queer history and science that was irreplaceable.

Dr. Hirschfeld managed to escape Germany and died in France in 1935. Queer people who were not lucky enough to leave to the country were arrested and sent to die in concentration camps.

The lessons of Weimar Berlin are painfully pertinent today. Progress can be destroyed faster than it gets made. Rights are not guaranteed and must always be fought for. The past cannot be allowed to happen again.

By which I mean, for the love of all that is holy, if you want to continue to have any rights at all, pleasepleaseplease vote for Joe Biden on November 5th. Don't not vote in protest. Don't vote 3rd party. If Donald Trump is re-elected this WILL happen again. Just imagine your favorite local queer hang-out being shut down with "Make America Great Again" signs in the window, and vote to stop it.

[halorvic]

Public health didn’t die when RFK Jr. became Trump’s Health Secretary. It was already on life support, hamstrung by a siege mentality, turf wars, and an erosion of its connection to science.

[...]

In 1846, maternal deaths at the Vienna General Hospital were dramatically higher in the doctors’ ward than the midwives’ ward. The difference was staggering: 11.4 per cent of patients seen by doctors died, compared to just 2.7 per cent of those seen by midwives. Hungarian physician Ignaz Semmelweis noticed that doctors were going directly from autopsies to deliveries without washing their hands. He introduced a handwashing protocol. The next year, mortality fell to just 1.27 per cent. The evidence was clear. But Semmelweis was ridiculed and rejected by the medical establishment of his time. His career, and then his mental health, suffered greatly. In 1865, he was committed to an asylum. He was beaten to death by attendants while trying to escape. His story isn’t a metaphor. It’s a mirror. Ignoring inconvenient scientific truths is a longstanding, dangerous pattern. So, why is medicine still like this? The answer lies in structural flaws in medical decision-making. 

[...]

Five years ago, on April 3, 2020, the world’s top bioaerosol scientists warned the WHO that COVID was transmitted in infectious aerosols, tiny particles that drift in the air like smoke. They were right. And they were shouted down. The WHO’s guidance for managing the novel pathogen, SARS-CoV-2, rejected the latest science along with lessons learned from mistakes made twenty years earlier with SARS-CoV-1. In an instant, decades of evidence were brushed aside. The refusal to “follow the science” on airborne transmission may well be one of the deadliest mistakes ever made. It wasted our best chance to stop the pandemic before it got started. Excess deaths are already estimated to exceed 25 million, and are still climbing. Millions of years of human life and something in the ballpark of a trillion dollars per year are still being lost to long COVID — in the OECD alone. This exemplifies a recurring pattern of similar institutional failures, in which medical decision-making rejects outside expertise, replacing it with opaque processes biased towards inaction, that often seem strangely consistent with the personal opinions of those involved.

[moonlit-imagines]

Preferences: Being an Avenger and an ex-Widow

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anon 🥀: “hcs for how avengers would react to reader being an ex widow like natasha”

when you defected from the red room, you rejected SHIELD

“why trade one corrupt organization for another?” -you (not aware shield was ACTUALLY corrupted by hydra)

you freelanced for a bit, avoiding recruitment at all turns and trying to keep control of your life

but nick fury wouldn’t let you drop from his radar

“y/n, meet natasha romanoff” -fury

“i know you…” -you

“red room, yes” -nat

“what are you two doing here?” -you

“trying to recruit you, actually” -nat

“like i told your boss a dozen times, i want no part in working for SHIELD, the notion bores me” -you

“well, what if i told you a new position opened up?” -fury, watching your brow raise “im assembling a team, one with the most skilled players in the game”

“spies?” -you

“not quite” -nat, smirking

thus started your induction into the avengers

and nat became probably your best friend

“i’ve never met another widow defector, it’s…nice” -you

“we killed him, you know…” -nat, hesitating “dreykov. barton and i got him”

it was the best news you’d gotten in a while

the rest of the avengers were a bit ragtag compared to the soldiers they recruited

the billionaire in a suit, scientist with anger issues, the asgardian god

then 3 assassins and a soldier from world war ii

but you all made nice eventually, especially after fighting side by side

being with the avengers instead of a lonely assassin gave you back some of that humanity you lost over the years

“y/n, want to go on a run?” -steve

“with you? what’s the point?” -you

“i’ll slow down for you” -steve

routine runs became a stress reliever for you

you traded war stories with nat and clint on late nights when you couldn’t sleep

and tony made you his “guinea pig” when it came to testing new technologies

“i didn’t mean it in a derogatory way! i know where you come from, bad choice of words. would you though? it’s a pretty cool gun…wouldn’t want it to go to waste…” -tony

and bruce, sweet bruce, bruce recluse….

i just wanted to say that actually

bruce and you didn’t have all that much in common but sometimes he’d sit with you and keep you company, maybe offer you some food

you’d have really meaningful conversations with the avengers, too

“so, what deterred you from joining SHIELD?” -steve

“a lifetime of being controlled by people with their own agendas and no regard for their soldiers’ lives” -you “sound familiar?”

“all too familiar” -steve

“then you understand that i was not going to work for the united states government, it was hard enough joining the avengers” -you

okay, okay. you might be wondering “wheres all the action scenes?” fine here they are

you and nat knew some pretty outdated moves pretty well. after all, you were taught the same

it was easy to fight with her, it was almost like you were telepathically communicating your next moves

“are we sure the red room didn’t give them some kind of mind reading chip?” -tony “hey, that should be my next project”

“absolutely not” -steve

clint got jealous of you and nat because the bond they had was similar to yours, but you suggested a group effort with him

so you and nat taught him some red room lessons (minus the horrendous abuse)

thor enjoyed your ruthlessness

“y/n, you never cease to amuse me!” -thor

“they just knocked a man out, thor” -clint

“yes! hilarious” -thor

“you don’t laugh when stark does it” -steve

“stark? well, he’s not too funny” -thor

“hey! im funny…” -tony

honestly getting really close with the team

and eventually welcoming wanda and vision

assuring wanda that coming from a less-than-friendly background didn’t make her any less than the avengers

“you know, i was pretty bad before i joined up. you’ll fit right in!” -you

the avengers went through a lot of ups and downs

and by the time they’d split, you already left

“i’m sorry, guys. i’m just not cut out for this line of work.” -you

“what do you mean?” -tony

“you know what i mean. i cant be an avenger anymore. i cant be idolized and i cant be associated with whatever mess is brewing here” -you

you wanted to go solo again, working for the group was never what you really wanted

it was nice for a while

and you watched as the drama between steve and tony unfolded, feeling grateful you didn’t have to pick a side

*pressing ignore on your phone for the fiftieth time*

freelance life just suited you better

until you found the red room was still operating

and for once you picked up the phone

“hey nat. are we freeing these widows or what?”

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @prettysbliss // @simp-legend // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @beth-gallagher22 // @mymelodymia // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[xoxorealitygalore]

HERE COMES THE LOVE

PART ONE

ROMAN REIGNS X OC

Summary: Joe and Angel are longtime best friends now in their late-30s that live in the same building in Miami. Not romantically involved, they decide to have children together. But of course, complications arise.

Tag list: @tian-monique

Angel Akisha Abaya (born May 31, 1986) is an American professional wrestler of Native Hawaiian, Filipino and Curaçaoan descent. She is signed to WWE under the ring name Angel Blaze, affectionately known as the Angel of WWE.

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alwaysangel They say life begins at 30, but here I am at 36, feeling more alive, grounded, and grateful than ever before. Every year brings its own lessons, growth, and unexpected blessings and I’m embracing all of it with open arms. Here’s to deep conversations, real connections, unshakable confidence, and the kind of peace that comes from truly knowing yourself. If 36 looks like this, then the best really is yet to come. Let’s see what this beautiful new chapter has in store.

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May 31, 2022

On May 31, 2022, the Miami skyline sparkled like a crown of glass and neon, casting its reflection across the Atlantic as though the city itself admired its own beauty. In a pair of sleek, towering penthouses high above Biscayne Bay, two lives ran on parallel tracks, separate but connected.

Joe Anoa’i, known to the world as Roman Reigns, lived in one. Angel Abaya better known in the ring as Angel Blaze lived in the other.

They were neighbors, best friends, and veterans of the electric world of WWE.

Their lives had long been a whirlwind of sold-out arenas, flashing pyrotechnics, and red carpets. But in the still moments of the quiet between travel, training, and televised chaos, they found peace in each other’s company. Not lovers. Not exes. Just a constant. An anchor. A bond forged in resilience. Best friends.

Joe’s life had changed irrevocably over the last year. His divorce had splashed across every tabloid, fans dissecting the fall of a marriage like they would a broken storyline. Behind the scenes, the split had left him raw and exhausted. He was a father of five children he adored, children he missed when the ring took him too far for too long. Still, a part of him ached to do it again. Differently this time. Intentionally.

While Angel felt time like a weight pressing into her ribs. Her career had soared, her name on merch, her face on billboards, her finisher a highlight reel of pay-per-view glory. But behind the muscle and fire was a woman quietly terrified that her window to motherhood was narrowing.

They had joked about it once, casually. That maybe they'd missed the train. That maybe love and family weren’t meant to arrive on schedule.

But the conversation changed on the night of Angel’s thirty-sixth birthday.

The party was a chaotic cocktail of glitter, spilled tequila, and an overabundance of gold balloons. Held in her penthouse, it was packed with friends, fellow superstars, agents, stylists, influencers. The rooftop pulsed with music as Angel danced in heels too high, caught somewhere between celebration and distraction.

Joe watched her from across the space, sipping from a dark glass, the lines in his face softened by the skyline behind him. He knew that laugh, the one she faked when someone asked, again, why she was still single.

Later, after the crowd dispersed, silence fell like confetti. Angel sank into her white leather couch, barefoot now, still in her sparkling mini dress. Joe dropped onto the armchair across from her, both of them bathed in the golden afterglow of the city lights.

She took a long sip of red wine, eyes fixed on the skyline. “Damn, I’m 36 years old,” she murmured, half to herself. “I better get this together; I better get married. Shit, I thought I would be married by now with at least two kids.”

Joe said nothing at first. He watched her, the way her fingers curled around the glass, the tired set in her shoulders.

“I get it,” he said after a while. “I thought I’d be done by now, too. Five kids, marriage, big house. Thought that was it. But it wasn’t.”

Angel tilted her head, brow raised. “You still want more kids?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but I do. I want to do it right this time. With someone I trust. No games, no ego.”

She smiled wryly. “And where do we find someone like that?”

Joe met her gaze. “What if we already have?”

The silence that followed was different. Not heavy. Just ripe.

Angel raised a brow. “You mean you and me?”

Joe shrugged. “Why not? We’re not in love. We’re not pretending. But we know each other better than anyone else. We’ve got the careers. The homes. The life. The only thing missing is the kid.”

Angel leaned forward, elbows on her knees, wine dangling between her fingers. “You’re suggesting we have a baby together. On purpose. As friends.”

He nodded. “Exactly.”

A laugh escaped her lips, but it wasn’t dismissive. It was startled. Curious. “You really think that could work?”

“I do,” Joe said. “We already know how to tag team life. Why not this?”

They stayed on that couch for hours, breaking the idea apart, then piecing it back together. It wasn’t a decision made in passion or impulse. It was deliberate. Two people with bruised hearts and sharp minds, sketching a blueprint for a future that defied convention.

By dawn, they’d decided.

They would have a child together. As co-parents. As best friends. As teammates.

Word traveled quickly, family and friends group chats exploded. Some thought it was a joke. Others called it madness. Their parents were baffled, their friends skeptical, but none of it shook their conviction.

“This isn’t about romance,” Angel said, more than once. “It’s about intention.”

They set boundaries early. No blurred lines. No shifting expectations. They weren’t trying to fall in love, they were trying to build something rooted in trust.

Angel stopped wrestling, taking a hiatus. Joe restructured his schedule to stay close to Miami. The transition from ring warriors to future parents was surreal, one moment they were signing autographs with championship belts slung over their shoulders, the next they were reading prenatal books over green smoothies on Angel’s balcony.

They laughed through the awkward parts. “We’re really gonna tell our kid they were born because two friends decided love could wait?” Angel joked one evening.

Joe smiled. “Hell yeah. It’s a cool story.”

But not every step was easy.

Trying to conceive came with its own rollercoaster, tracking cycles, fertility appointments, needles and nerves. There were false alarms. One particularly tough night, a test came back negative after two weeks of symptoms. Angel cried in Joe’s penthouse bathroom, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, her shoulders trembling like after a hard bump in the ring.

He didn’t try to fix it. He sat beside her on the cold tile floor, their backs against the bathtub, and said, “We keep going. Like we always do.”

And they did.

Three months later, the test was positive.

Angel stared at the tiny plus sign, her breath stuck in her throat. Joe was already on his way up to her penthouse, responding to a vague come over now text with a concerned heart.

When she opened the door, he saw the test in her hand and didn’t need words. He wrapped her in a hug so tight it could’ve been a finisher, lifting her off the floor, his eyes wet, his voice quiet.

“We did it.”

As her pregnancy progressed, they leaned into the reality of their new roles. Angel traded ring gear for maternity leggings. Joe built the nursery in his penthouse with the same focus he gave to WrestleMania prep. They argued over strollers and diaper brands like a married couple but always laughed by the end of it.

Dating, they agreed, was still on the table but not a priority.

Their dynamic confused people. They held hands in waiting rooms. Took maternity photos together. Attended birthing classes like a couple but they weren’t.

They were redefining family.

“You’re not together, but you’re having a kid?” Trinity asked Angel during a girls’ night.

“That’s right,” she replied, unflinching. “We chose each other as parents. Everything else can come later.”

Some people couldn’t wrap their heads around it. But to Joe and Angel, it made perfect sense.

They weren’t gambling on feelings. They were betting on friendship. On a history built over years of highs and lows. On a connection forged not by passion, but by presence.

And when their daughter, Sai Blaze Anoa’i came into the world, screaming and strong, it all felt worth it.

Joe held her first, chest bare, tears falling freely as he whispered, “Welcome to the world, baby girl.”

Angel watched them, exhaustion and wonder mixing in her veins. This wasn’t the love story she expected but it was a love story just the same.

One born of trust, of commitment, of choosing family not for the story it tells, but for the life it creates.

And as the Miami sun rose behind them, casting gold across the hospital windows, Joe and Angel looked down at the tiny life between them.

No rings. No romance.

Just one promise.

We’ve got you, Sai.

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January 31, 2023

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BREAKING NEWS: @AngelBlaze will be inducted into the #WWEHOF as part of the 2025 WWE Hall of Fame Induction Class!

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WWE Superstar Angel Blaze Hints at News Behind Lengthy Absence

While the WWE Women's Division continues to reach new heights with rising stars and unforgettable rivalries, fans have been left wondering about the whereabouts of one of its brightest flames—Angel Blaze. The high-flying fan favorite has been absent from WWE programming since the 2024 SummerSlam, leaving many to speculate about her sudden disappearance.

Known to fans as the "Angel of WWE," Blaze recently sparked a frenzy online with a cryptic message posted on X (formerly Twitter). In a brief but impactful tweet, she wrote: "Life update soon" followed by a blue heart emoji. The subtle post quickly gained traction, especially as it came just hours after a wrestling news outlet published an unconfirmed report alleging she had been released from WWE.

The timing of Blaze's message has many fans believing she is preparing to finally break her silence on her months-long absence. Whether it’s personal, professional, or something entirely unexpected, the message has reignited hopes that Angel Blaze could soon return to the ring or at least offer clarity on her current chapter.

While no official statement has been released by WWE, the buzz around Angel’s tweet suggests that her story is far from over. And if history has shown us anything, it's that the Angel of WWE always makes a powerful comeback.

Stay tuned because this flame might be ready to burn brighter than ever.

By April 2025, the Miami spring felt heavier, warmer. Trees shimmered in the breeze, their shadows stretching across the pool of their Redland mansion, where life for Joe and Angel had shifted again and this time with a quiet certainty.

Angel Blaze was pregnant. Again. And for the second time, the father was Jo. Their daughter, Sai, now nearly two years old, had inherited Joe’s steel-brown gaze and Angel’s fierce independence. She had become the heart of both their lives.

Now, Angel carried their second child, thirty-four weeks along, her body already responding like muscle memory. But this time was different.

This time, she wasn’t just a co-parent. She was also trying to be a woman again. A woman who dated. Who flirted. Who smiled across the room at someone new and let possibility in.

And that, more than anything, had started to crack the unspoken peace between her and Joe.

WWE’s WrestleMania weekend, especially the Hall of Fame ceremony was fast approaching, and the announcement of Angel’s induction, honoring her eighteen year-long impact in the women’s division was met with thunderous praise. Fans chanted “Angel!” in arenas across the country, while retrospectives of her career filled the airwaves.

She had decided, in typical Angel fashion, that she’d reveal her pregnancy onstage. A gown tailored perfectly to her large baby bump. A speech that would end with a proud declaration: “And to my daughter Sai, and the new life I carry now, thank you for showing me a new kind of strength.”

She’d told Joe about the reveal a week earlier, over breakfast. He was feeding Sai banana pancake slices while sipping black coffee, wearing a sleeveless hoodie and an expression that said he hadn’t slept much after a red-eye flight from RAW.

Angel sipped orange juice and said it as casually as she could. “I’m going to reveal the pregnancy at the Hall of Fame ceremony.”

Joe looked up, chewing slowly. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Feels right.”

He nodded, but his eyes lingered too long.

“You okay with that?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said, wiping Ava’s chin. “I just didn’t know we were telling everyone yet.”

She smiled softly. “It’s not about them. It’s about owning it. I want this kid to know I wasn’t hiding anything.”

Joe nodded again, but the silence between them carried an edge she couldn’t name. She let it pass.

But the real crack came days later when Joe saw her talking to Manuel aka Andrade backstage at a SmackDown taping in Las Vegas.

Manuel was a third-generation professional wrestler. A veteran in the ring, mid-30s, charm as smooth as his wrestling skills. He’d been flirting with Angel for weeks, subtle but persistent. Nothing serious, just energy which was new and light. Angel liked it. It made her feel seen in a way that had nothing to do with motherhood or wrestling.

Joe walked in just as Manuel leaned in to whisper something that made Angel laugh, a hand resting briefly on her arm. Joe’s expression didn’t change much. It rarely did. But his eyes darkened, jaw tensing just slightly as he moved past them without a word.

Later that night, Angel found him pacing near the loading dock.

“You good?” she asked, stepping up to him.

He turned, arms crossed, silent for a beat. “You seeing him now?”

She raised a brow. “Who? Manuel? I don’t know. Maybe. Why?”

Joe scoffed, just barely. “He’s a clown.”

Angel blinked. “Wow. Okay.”

“I just don’t think he’s serious about anything,” Joe added. “Definitely not about you.”

The words landed harder than he intended. Angel’s spine straightened. “You don’t get to weigh in like that.”

“I’m the father of your kids,” he said. “I think I get to have an opinion.”

“You get to be a co-parent. You get to protect our kids. You get to give an opinion about our kids. You don’t get to patrol who I laugh with backstage.”

There was a long silence. The kind that felt like someone forgetting to cue the music.

Joe looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just didn’t think you’d be dating already. Not when we’re doing this again.”

Angel’s eyes softened. “You think this changes what we agreed on? That we stop living our lives outside of this?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I just didn’t think I’d care this much.”

There it was. The crack. The truth he hadn’t meant to say.

Angel swallowed. “You care?”

Joe looked at her then not as her best friend, not as a father, but as a man standing in the middle of something he couldn’t quite name.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I didn’t plan on it. But seeing you with someone else? It got to me.”

Angel’s heart kicked. She wasn’t sure if it was anger or confusion or something closer to fear.

“You never said anything before.”

“Because I didn’t think I had to,” he said, voice low. “Because I thought what we were doing was enough. But now I wonder if I want more.”

The air shifted.

Angel stared at him, the father of her children, her closest friend, her forever teammate and for the first time, she felt something she had long pushed away.

Possibility.

But not now. Not here.

“I don’t know what to do with that,” she said softly. “You can’t say that and expect me to pretend like it’s not complicated.”

Joe nodded. “I know. I’m not asking for anything. I just needed to say it.”

She turned to go, then paused. “For what it’s worth, I care too. But I don’t know what that means yet.”

As she walked away, hand resting on her belly, Joe stood in the flickering light of the loading dock, the weight of unspoken things pressing down on him.

The Hall of Fame ceremony arrived later that night.

Angel wore a custom blue gown that shimmered under the stage lights. Her bump was on display. Her speech was raw and powerful, weaving through her childhood, her rise in WWE, her battles in and out of the ring.

And then came the reveal.

“To my daughter Sai,” she said, voice steady, “and to the little one growing inside me now, you’ve already taught me more about strength than any ring ever has.”

The crowd erupted. A standing ovation. Social media exploded. “Angel Baby #2” trended worldwide.

Backstage, Joe watched from the monitor, hands clasped behind his back, pride thick in his chest. She was radiant. Strong. Unstoppable.

And maybe, just maybe, the person he’d been looking for all along.

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Words can’t fully express how thrilled and overjoyed we are to be going through this incredible journey of life. Our hearts are overflowing with gratitude and love as we prepare to welcome a beautiful baby boy into our family. This little miracle has already brought so much joy into our lives, and we can’t wait to meet him, hold him, and shower him with all the love in the world.

Thank you, God, for this precious blessing on the way. We feel your grace in every heartbeat, every tiny kick, and every single moment of this journey. Your timing is perfect, and your blessings are abundant.

Watching Sai light up with excitement for her baby brother is everything. Her hugs, her questions, her joy and it’s all so pure and beautiful. She’s already the best big sister in the making, and I know this bond will be something so incredibly special.

A special shoutout to the most amazing daddy for putting together such a thoughtful and memorable day, it was more than I could have imagined, and it made this moment even more magical.

Our hearts are full, and this chapter is just beginning. Baby boy, you are already so loved. And thank you to everyone for all the love and support! We love you all!

#ItsRainingBlue #BabyBoyOnTheWay #GratefulHeart #TheFamilyIsGrowing #BigSisterVibes #PregnancyAnnouncement

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April 18, 2025

Next - Part Two

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ミ♥︎OUR LAST SUMMER | NETEYAM SULI

❥Summary: You were never allowed to leave the lab, especially to venture off into the forest. However, one day you get a extreme urge to go to the river and that’s where you met him. The man who would surely be your downfall. ❥Word Count: 8k ❥Tags: obsessive tendencies, love struck Neteyam, mild manipulation, jealous!neteyam, interspecies relationship, wingman!Lo’ak, smut, fingering, oral, p n v, choking (slightly), mild angst. Am I missing anything? Lmk! ❥Author’s Note: This can be seen as a part one to a future fic of mine ‘Mated for Life’. S/O to me for finally remembering to add a word count LMAO. This is inspired by an older fic of mine so I’m kinda copyrighting myself😎

Neteyam knew from a young age everything would fall on his shoulders, that all the responsibilities of an adult would be his to bear. It made him pretty fucking miserable to be honest, but he would never let it show. It made him a better person in many ways, a better son, a better warrior, and a great brother. It did not make him happy nor did it make him forget the loneliness he felt.

Lo’ak always claimed he was misunderstood but Neteyam dare say he had it worse. No one viewed him as other than perfect, no one attempted to see what’s under the surface, and no one was there to love him in the ways he thought he deserved. Today was one of the days that proved he wouldn’t be anything other than the perfect soldier. Another day he had to take the blame for something he did not do.

His brother had snuck onto the battlefield and nearly killed them both. The second their ikrans landed his father had a speech to give to them both, even while his eldest son was bleeding. He took the blame as he always did, the yelling, the insults, and the beratement to protect his younger brother. How much more could he take though? After his wounds had been healed he found himself in the corner of the forest, knees pressed tightly to his chest.

Neteyam prided himself on not being weak but today he let the tears flows. He let the river attempt to wash away the burden that he had no choice but to carry. Neteyam wanted someone, just anyone, to understand him. That is what he prayed for from Ewya, even though the great mother did not involve herself in petty things such as this, he hoped she would this one time.

You had grown up on Pandora, your mother being one of the great scientists who worked with Grace Augustine and Jake Sully. She didn’t allow you to venture outside often like spider, you were too small, too precious to her to risk being harmed in the wilderness. In your opinion it was a load of bullshit and you deserved to play with the Na’vi kids just like him! Except now you were older, inexperienced, out of shape, and would probably die by a viper wolf attack.

Unfortunately for her you were born with rebellion in your heart and a strong sense of will. Dusk had fallen on the moon and the light from the windows inside the lab were beginning to fill the room's orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. It was a strict rule to return to your room after biology lessons with Norm but you had plenty of time to stroll. Right now, your mother would still be aiding the warriors returning from the recent battle. It was prime time to make an escape and explore.

You first met Neteyam in a very compromising position, curled up by the stream and sleeping. There was a subtle stain on his blue skin from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you leave him out here all alone? Granted, he was twice your size and carried many weapons but that thought did not ease the ache in your heart. No one should ever be left alone to cry. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Neteyam?” You whispered into his ears.

His eyebrows began to furrow slightly, ears twitching in the direction of your voice. “Neteyam, wake up.” He jumped up and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the surroundings quickly and you before settling with a confused expression plastered on his face. “S-sorry Lo’ak isn’t here,” you mumbled out. You knew the former vastly better since he visited the lab so often, all you knew of the eldest was stories.

Neteyam’s quickened breathing settled, his eyes scanning over your form. Which human were you? You were too pretty to be another scientist, too young to have lived here during the war. It took him awhile of staring at you for his brain to finally put it together, “star girl.” His hands released you slowly as his mouth hung slightly agape, why in Ewya’s name would Lo’ak hide you from him? He had seen you in passing once or twice but he didn’t realize you looked like this.

Neteyam never considered an alien could be beautiful but you proved him very wrong. You had the perfect lips, your eyes glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell perfectly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your strange clothes you had a nice body too. “Lo’ak told me many things about you, all good so far.” He quickly cleared his throat, pulling his hands away to wipe the tears from his eyes. This was embarrassing, but he was going to push through it.

Two tiny, four fingered, hands cupped his cheeks. Your skin was warm, soft and distracting him from his original thought. “Are you alright? Was someone being cruel to you?” You regretted the last sentence as it stumbled out, he was just in a battle you idiot! Oh Ewya, help him because you sounded like the angels his dad spoke about. Neteyam was too dumbfounded to say anything coherent, maybe too starstruck by your presence.

You weren’t necessarily wrong, his father did hurt him deeply. His mother hurt him by not standing up for him either. The most perplexing part was you cared to ask, your tiny self risked being in these dangerous lands just to see if he was alright. Neteyam forced himself to nod slowly, not entirely sure how to react to such comfort.

Perhaps this wasn’t the best thing to do but your mother always comforted you in this way. You had even done this to Kiri a few times when she came to the lab to cry about her own problems. Gently, you swiped the tear tracks from his face, pressing two gentle kisses where they laid. “Don’t cry, you’re an amazing warrior, a good son, an even better brother. You finished your Rite of Passage before anyone else your age. You have so much more to offer than just those things and they’re just too blind to see it. And so many people love you like-”

“My child,” the sounds of your mother's cries echoed in your ears. Shit, she knew you had escaped. You let go of him quickly, preparing to run into her arms and feign innocence. Before you left though, you jumped onto him, arms embracing his frame the best they could. “You're perfect, okay? I’m always here to talk if you need it." You jumped to your feet, brushing off the dirt you had collected whilst exploring. "I gotta go... feel better!"

Neteyam sat up and watched you scurry away, his eyes were wide and time had stilled around him. Where the fuck have you been his entire life? His heart felt full in a way it hadn’t before, Neteyam’s stomach twisting around itself. The thoughts of your little hands, your little frame, your sweet voice and soft lips swirling in his head. You were so… perfect, so inviting… You had to be his.

He had never truly thought about having someone all for himself, especially an alien. But even the perfect son needed to indulge his own desires at times, even the hardened warrior needed to be held in times of sorrow. At this moment all he could think about was stealing you away, keeping you safe in his home, protecting you from the dangers of this world forever. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

Neteyam pulled himself up, with a new found confidence he ran home. It was time he talked to his parents about finding a potential mate.

The talk went about as well as Lo’ak claiming his ikran. He mentioned he had found someone, and he was prepared to finally choose a mate. His parents rejoiced, the proud look they reserved for him finally returning. Until he mentioned that it was you, and the light drained from their eyes, the colors fading from their faces.

Neteyam’s idea was shot down faster than he could manage to speak it. You had an avatar body in that damn lab and he knew it! You could easily become one of the people like his father and be his mate. Why was his mother so against it? His father at the very least gave it some thought before succumbing to his mother’s rants.

It wasn’t her fault she was traumatized, but it was hypocritical considering his father was an alien when she met him. Fine, Neteyam was used to a challenge and he would claim you before they had another chance to say no. Hopefully this time around his love for you would override his fear of disappointing his parents.

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The next time he came across you was far after eclipse, everyone in his home was fast asleep while he made his move. It was incredibly hard to sneak out of the camp, even harder to sneak into the human camp. Your stupid cameras and metal monstrosities make it nearly impossible to creep through, let alone into you. Neteyam vaguely remembered where Lo’ak claimed you slept, in moments like these he was grateful his brother had his back.

The more he tiptoed around the camp the angrier he became, were you even real or was that a fever dream? He stumbled onto a group of tree metal homes stacked against each other. Carefully, he peeked his head into each one searching you out. To his disappointment the first two were occupied by a snoring Norm and a drooling Max. It took him one more attempt before he finally saw your sleeping figure.

You were so adorable, all bundled up in the things called sheets and holding a pillow tightly to your chest. It made his soul melt at the sight, Neteyam wasted no time welcoming himself inside, pushing the first door open and closing it tightly behind him. If he let any air in from the outside you may die before he got the chance to touch you again. Thankfully, the next door was easier and much quieter than the first.

Neteyam had to crouch as he approached you, ignoring how terrifying he probably looked. He outstretched one of his long fingers to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, admiring the peaceful view in front of him. If Ewya allowed it he could stay and watch you sleep all night but your air was already taking an effect on his lungs.

“Yawne… wake up,” he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, urging you awake. You were an incredibly light sleeper, your eyes shot open and you jumped back as if you were about to scream. Neteyam quickly shoved a hand over your lips, bracing the back of your head with the other before it crashed against the wall. “Shhh, shh yawne, it’s Neteyam.”

You crooked your head to the side, watching him closely. Obviously pondering why he invaded your space at such a late hour. “Neteyam,” you murmured into his hand, confirming if this was a dream or reality. A wide grin blessed his features, “good morning, baby girl.” He heard that nickname from his father, and by the blush on your cheeks it worked quite well. “What are you doing here?”

You rubbed your eyes, gazing out the window, “it’s after eclipse...” you drawled into a yawn. His entire body language shifted, excitement coursing through his veins. “I’m always too busy during the day to visit so I thought now would be the perfect time.” You sat up on your bed, he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “O-okay.”

Neteyam smiled at you with such kindness, even with his size you didn’t feel threatened in slightest. “I thought since you never get to go out I would take you tonight. Of course, you would be under my protection the entire time.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But at the back of your head the sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do rang strong. The fear of disappointing her was even stronger and the fear of potential punishment. “I- I can’t.”

“No one will find out, I promise.” His amber eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. “You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” It was manipulative, he knew but it worked flawlessly with you. Neteyam would make up for this one transgression later. “Fine, just wait for me outside please. " you said in a nervous whisper.

Neteyam didn’t take his eyes off you as you slid into your “outside” clothing, at some point he would need to get you actual ones instead of the odd human fabrics that cover too much. You hastily slipped your mask on, taking in a deep breath as you did. He hated that thing, hopefully soon he could get rid of it. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach as you exited the lab.

“You ready, baby?” The word sounded foreign on his tongue but music to your ears. You nodded in excitement, letting Neteyam grasp your hand and pull you along. He was gentle with you no matter how much excitement was coursing through his veins. You moved in unison through the thick leaves, granted he whisked you off your feet anytime you seemed to falter. The farther away from the encampment you got, the happier you became.

The forest was naturally lit with bioluminescent flowers, vines, and grasses of all kinds. The noise of animals coming out to play filled your ears and for once it did not frighten you. Neteyam was basking in your joy, your voice carried only the excitement of someone innocent to this world. And when you glanced at him? It felt like Ewya herself had sent you to make his heart ache.

To avoid any possible maimings or accidental injuries he kept you very close to him. If Neteyam’s arm was not around you then his hand was on yours. The warmth you radiated felt like his only life source. To your surprise, he was naturally funny and laid back. You had only assumed he was cold, stern and serious, this must be a side of him he only showed a few.

You spoke with him more than anyone, babbling about everything you saw, heard or felt. It may seem obnoxious to others but to him it was like a melody being played by a flute. Each time you squeezed his fingers he felt the blood rush to his head, pounding at his skull in the most beautiful way. You had completely and irrevocably captured his heart.

As the evening progressed the original point of this journey was almost lost to the daze you put him in. Instead of immediately taking you to the sacred place he opted for the stream where you originally found him, you could call it a second, better, impression. It was memorizing in the eyes of a girl who never got to leave her cave of comfort. The fish glowing beneath a gentle stream, a waterfall glistening under the light of several moons.

But this place would be the start of your inevitable downfall. It started off as a dare that turned into swimming half nude with a man twice your size. You let the water flow past you, cradling your body in its warmth. Neteyam was a better swimmer than you, granted you had never gotten the chance before. You chased him in circles below the surface, quickly becoming distracted by the fish that swam by.

The orange was your favorite, reminding you of the sunset. His favorite was the yellow, said it reminded him of you because yellow was the color of happiness and you made him happy… It was a very sappy way of flirting but it worked. Neteyam spent most of his time indulging you on what you wanted or asked the entire night and he did not mind for one second.

You asked him personal questions no one else dared to, further carving your way into his soul. If he thought he knew what love was before he was terribly wrong. Whatever you were doing to him was much worse in all the right ways. It was about the time he came to the realization, staring into your eyes and seeing your future together, you started to nod off. Your eyes become droopy, yawns escaping your throat every other sentence.

Neteyam would stay like this forever if he could, drowning in your existence. Your health was more important to him though and you desperately needed sleep to survive. You tried to fight him off when he said it was time to go, whining to stay here forever. It was cute, and he almost didn’t make you leave, until another adorable yawn left you.

He whisked you off your feet without protest, wrapping your legs around him so he could carry you home. You felt embarrassed at first, realizing you probably looked like a baby being carried by their mother. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebump down your spine, long fingers wrapping around you to keep you in place. The low, deep, whisper of his voice telling you sweet nothings echoing in the walls of your mind.

A new sensation washed over you as Neteyam’s lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. A sweet ache between your legs that progressively got worse the longer he held you. You attempted to pull away, embarrassed he could feel the heat, but he easily overpowered you. Neteyam was determined to keep you in place, as close to him as humanly possible.

He paused his stride, gazing at you for a moment and then back to the forest ahead. You avoided his eyes, but you could feel the smirk creep onto his face. He didn’t say anything on the way home, deep in thought it seemed. However, you could hear his breath becoming ever so slightly heavier.

Neteyam should be a good little soldier and take you home and feign ignorance. He noticed every sound, every look, every smell, every movement coming from you. The warm feeling across his waist that was driving him to the brink of insanity. His own arousal was bound to be noticed the second he put you down… How far could he go with you before he was stopped? You wanted him and why should he not give you what you wanted?

Sneaking back inside the second time was easier than the first, and this time he intended to stay a little longer than necessary. You were drowsy, too tired to change yourself into dry clothing. You probably told yourself he was used to seeing people in less clothes and that it was nothing to Neteyam. Oh how wrong you were. He managed to keep quiet though, attempting to avoid the thing between his legs.

“Time for bed, yawne.” You threw yourself onto the bed, melting into the mattress. Sleep evaded you, the wetness between your legs making it unbearable to get comfortable. To your surprise, he climbed on top, hovering mere inches from your face. “You okay, baby girl?” His ears twitched, Neteyam’s tail betraying his thoughts. There it was again, the foreign nickname that rolled off his tongue like honey.

You crossed your legs together tightly, “I-I’m okay.” He cocked his head to the side, bringing a finger up to brush your face. “I can help you if there’s something wrong,” he purred. You gulped, opening your legs ever so slightly to make a little more room, but that only made the ache worse. His knee found its place between your thighs, applying pressure to the one place you were trying to avoid.

You turned away and evaded his gaze. You felt like a complete idiot, a grown woman acting like a horny teenager, it was disgusting! However, when you looked back at him he was still looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to ask for his help. His knee moved forward once more, you bit your lip to avoid the sound attempting to escape. “I can show you what helps me, yawne.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you. A sound of pleasure escaped you before you could stop it, and that seemed to embolden him.

His lips pressed harder against yours, the sweetness of his mouth made your mind hazy. Neteyam’s tongue found itself entangled with yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment. The feeling of need was quickly becoming too much so you moved your hips against him, desperately trying to release the pressure.

Neteyam chuckled into your mouth, his fangs glistening in the light. “All you had to say was your problem was down there,” he purred. “I can fix that for you,” Neteyam’s voice turned into an exhilarating whisper, sending chills down your spine. You shivered at the feeling of his fingers gently slipping inside your waistband, hovering over the spot you really wanted him.

You grabbed his hand, your nerves getting the best of you. “W-what if someone finds out.” Neteyam moved forward, cupping your pussy . It was so wet and desperate for him, how could he stop? “I won’t tell if you don’t.” You closed your eyes, nodding your head. Neteyam kissed you once more, this time more rough than before. Internally, he hoped everyone would find out.

He slipped his finger inside of you, his eyes growing wide at how tight you were. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, and you were practically throbbing. Neteyam’s fingers were large enough to easily reach your sweet spot, stretching you out as he added another. You clenched around him, a high pitched sound leaving your lips.

He groaned at the sight of you, you were far too good to be true. Neteyam leaned down, gently nipping at your neck and sucking on your pulse point. His fangs occasionally gliding across your sensitive skin. Neteyam continued to pleasure you, fingers moving at a steady rhythm, a pace he knew he could keep up for hours.

You bit your lip to hold back your whines, each breathy exhale turning into a high pitched moan. The sound was like music to Neteyam, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, tasting your skin as he left marks. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, in one way or another.

His thumb began to circle your clit, thankfully human anatomy was similar to his own. His tail wrapped around one of your legs, pulling it to the side, allowing him more access. You gripped onto him, burying your face in his chest to hide the embarrassment of the sound leaving your lips.

Neteyam kissed your forehead, nuzzling you softly as he quickened his pace. You clenched tightly around his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand, riding it out as much as possible. Neteyam had you pinned under him, mercilessly trying to pull out your orgasm. He was almost certain he would cum in his loincloth.

"You're doing so well for me, baby girl." He purred into your ear, his tongue darting across it as his hand worked you. His fingers consistently applying pressure at the spongy spot inside of you. His thumb continued to move across your clit, working it to match the pace. You gripped tightly to his broad shoulders, rolling your hips against his hand as you felt your body begin to give way. "Oh, I-I-I..."

“Hmm? Baby girl I can’t hear you.” His breath was hot on your neck. “S-sgood, Teyam,” your new nickname for him made him groan. His fingers continued to move, making your words come out more high pitched and incoherent than before. He nipped at your neck, biting it and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

He didn't want to stop, he didn't want this moment to end. The feeling of your warm cunt tightening around him as your body tensed. Your nails digging into his shoulders, you back arching and hips bucking. His hand moved at a steady pace as your body began to unravel, letting yourself go. The euphoric feeling washing over you like a tidal wave.

Neteyam took his time as he eased you through it, gently bringing you down as he whispered sweet nothings. He peppered kisses across your face, murmuring how good you were to him as you relaxed. "Good girl," he whispered. He carefully removed his fingers, and your body mourned the loss of him. “You did so good for me, yawne.”

Your body was limp underneath him, your weighted breaths slowing. “I’m so tired,” you murmured. Shh, go to sleep, yawne. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, unsurprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his loincloth, and it was leaking out onto your sheets.

Neteyam watched you sleep peacefully until the light began to shine into the camp. He rushed back home and thankfully, no one noticed his disappearance. This became a routine between the two of you, and Lo’ak became his best wingman. He pretended to not know anything, made excuses, and visited you pretending like he wasn’t just going so Neteyam had an excuse to follow. For once he was very grateful his little bro was the way he was.

Things were looking up for you as well, Now you got to leave the human lab more often and you got to watch him train with the other boys. A few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you, the way he moved if you moved. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship. Neteyam was always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in a way you never thought possible.

Neteyam was completely beside himself, and it was going to kill him eventually. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was so much more than just the perfect son. You liked him for the reasons no one else did, seeing him for how he truly was and wanted to be. It was no wonder he was infatuated by your existence.

Neteyam, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin you completely. He was pretty positive he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside you anyway. It didn’t change the fact he thought about it every single day. It was hard to explain the things he was feeling but he knew he was stuck to you. Without you he wouldn’t be able to breathe, eat, or sleep like he used to. Neteyam’s existence would become completely meaningless without your presence.

But for now, it was new and perfect. Shiny like a freshly carved toy bound to break.

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All good things come to an end, you learned that after Quartich had returned and Neteyam was being stolen away to a reef clan too far from you. The moon stopped its rotation, all of the life you had being stolen away after he uttered the words goodbye. It was an indescribable pain, unrelenting and all consuming. It took weeks for you to be able to leave your bed, for the nightmares to cease, but the thoughts of him haunted you at every waking moment.

The only place you could find him was at the river, in memories. A part of you wished to go back, to have never left the lab and stayed oblivious to his existence. In your heart you knew he was bound to carve his place into it one way or another. Neteyam used to say how he prayed to the great mother for you and Ewya always finds a way. Day and night blurred together, you stopped counting the hours and let them fly past you. In your darkest moments you repeated a chant to yourself, a prayer almost, One day, Neteyam will come back for you.

He cried, a pathetic display, in front of his parents to bring you with. Neytiri was disgusted, but not enough to hate you as much as spider. He took that as a small win in a losing battle. Jake never faltered on his stance, only family could come unless you wished to put yourself in danger. All he received for his pleas was sympathy from his siblings and a harsh scolding from his parents. It felt as thought his heart had been torn from his chest, the air sucked out of his lungs. You would be here alone, without him, doing all the things you should be doing with him. Neteyam would be stuck in the middle of the ocean with strangers on a droll island.

He did not adapt to the way of water like Lo’ak did. His brother had finally found an environment to thrive in but he was completely lost without you. It was becoming harder to maintain the perfection his father strived for. Even whilst in mourning he had to care of everyone, protect them, comfort them and receive none of it in return. It was a hard life to live but what other choice did he have?

Neteyam only ever felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He was always with you in his dreams, feeling, touching, hearing and smelling you again. For a few hours each night he was back in your room making stupid jokes and listening to rave about your newest discovery. It was always sunny in his dreams, even when it was nightfall. Each time Neteyam closed his eyes it was as if he was in the promised land… but everyone has to wake up eventually.

To ease the eternal ache, he started pleasuring himself more often. It would be a sad sight if anyone ever caught the once mighty warrior stopping to such levels but desperate times called for desperate measures. Neteyam fully intended on stealing you away one day, human or avatar body he didn’t care anymore. If anyone was against you he would kill them… except his own blood, of course.

When he connected to Ewya he saw you, crouched down by your mother in a body he didn’t recognize. Oh, your avatar, your mother is finally allowing you to use it. You were still ethereal in the new body, still tiny, but you looked much more like him. You felt so close to him, your warmth radiating through the connection. He was at peace again, for a limited time only. Neteyam was dragged away the second he felt a shift in the water… Kiri

“We’re leaving… now!” You scrambled to grab the med supplies before you leaped onto the helicopter. For all that it was worth, you hoped Kiri was okay. Still, a very selfish, disgusting, part of you was glad you now had an excuse to visit Neteyam. Norm wouldn’t allow you to go in Avatar form, too early to tell if it would last the long journey ahead. You nervously picked at your fingernails the entire way there, she would okay you knew it.

Neteyam could only watch as your little form rushed past everyone to get to his sister. He never left her side or yours for that matter, choosing to stay outside and watch you work. He couldn’t put into words how grateful he was for you, for the effort you were devoting to his family, to saving his sister. He felt a sliver of happiness just watching you again, seeing that you were alive and well.

You hadn’t given him the time of day though, too busy checking Kiri’s pulse and giving her an IV. If you were being honest with yourself this didn’t appear to be a normal human illness. Almost all people can wake up from seizures naturally, almost, as she wasn’t waking up at all. You didn’t know as much about Ewya as everyone else but if this happened whilst she was connected to the tree… then it was probably due to that.

Of course, you hadn’t voiced this out loud in fear of insulting Norm and his hard work. Also, Neytiri breathing down your neck had you too scared to move, a good mother, but a very scary woman. Eventually, you were all kicked out and you nearly fell on your face rushing onto the woven walkways. They were much more bouncy than you expected but a rather large Metkayina boy caught you before you dived head first into the ocean.

“You should be more careful, alien.” You gazed up at him with wide eyes, he was even bigger than Teyam! The last word was in Na’vi but you knew very well what it meant. Luckily, it wasn’t filled with disdain like it usually was, rather disappointment paired with curiosity. A strange thing you did notice was his hand remained on your shoulder, was this normal? “Thank you…” His head raised, eyes scanning you cautiously, “It’s Aonung.”

The crowd around the marui had finally begun to disappear and Neteyam was able to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stood up from his crouching position, thanking ewya for saving his sister and welcoming her back to the land of the living. It was times like this he was grateful his dad pushed him so hard, if he was too weak, too careless, she could very well be dead.

Neteyam slowly stalked out of the marui, lost in his own thoughts. He knew you would love the ocean, the water, the creatures, and all of the plants you fawn over. His dream was to be able to show you it eventually, under more positive circumstances. For now, he would accept showing you what he could whilst you remained here. A childlike smile graced his features as he looked around, head turning in all directions to spot you.

“I’m going to kill him,” his eyes twitched and Neteyam’s hands unconsciously balled up into fists, granted they were not the same as those with four fingers. Aonung was touching you, talking to you as if you weren’t an alien. After all the bullshit he’d done to his siblings he had the nerve to touch you? He felt the bile in his gut rise to his throat as you smiled at something he said. “It’s a waste of time,” Lo’ak appeared beside him and if he was in his right mind Neteyam would have demanded to know where he has been.

Except he wasn’t in his right mind. “Fish lips,” his younger brother mumbled under his breath before turning to go into the marui where Kiri rested. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Neteyam couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night. Before he knew it his feet had carried him right behind you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Teyam,” you exclaimed, more excited than you have been in months. Your smile fell when you noticed the way his eyes were staring daggers into the water boy, enemies perhaps? “Back off,” he gritted through his teeth as he poked at Aonung’s chest. Obviously, this wasn’t a fight the other was interested in. He glanced at you with a raised brow, if he had a brow, and back at your Teyam.

“Okayyy then,” he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “It was nice meeting you, human.” Aonung spoke to Neteyam more than you, his smirk directed only at him. You swore you heard him growl lowly, maybe the heat was getting to your head. He didn’t move as he watched the fish boy walk away, his tail swaying violently behind him. “Neteyam?” You turned to him, staring at his face after what felt like centuries.

“Teyam-” you were cut off as his hand wrapped around your wrist, literally dragging you away from the camp. You protested at first, slamming your fist into his arm, offended by how he was behaving. Did the reef people make him cruel? “Let. Me. Go!” you shouted at him, but your cry fell on deaf ears. The grip he had on you wasn’t bruising but his strength far outmatched yours and this was completely unfair. You whipped your head around to watch where he was taking you, the sandy beach quickly turning into heavy shrubbery.

It was beautiful at the very least, you told yourself to remain positive. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve seen Neteyam this angry, especially at you. He paused in his steps when he felt you were now far enough away from everyone. Neteyam let your hand fall to your sides, taking a deep breath, “you!” You flicked when he raised his voice, your fear only heightened at your sheer size difference. "Y-yea, me."

Neteyam huffed, his eyebrows furrowed and gaze piercing though you. “Why haven’t I seen you all evening” Normally, he kept all of his feelings under check, making sure to never express them in case they would upset someone else. Now, the anger radiated off of his shoulders and his words dripped with malice. His question came out as more of a demand, and you could feel your own anxiety spike up. “I was helping Kiri.”

“Helping? You were too busy swooning over fish lips to help anyone.” The words fell from his mouth faster than he could process, regret immediately flooding his system. You wished the ground would open up and Ewya would swallow you whole. “I- I-'' you choked on your own words, tears welling in your eyes. “You don’t love me anymore?” Your damned mask began to fog as you stumbled over your words.

Neteyam's hands were around your shoulders before you could even react, pulling you into him, “don’t cry please, you’ll suffocate to death.” His tone was gentle and he spoke softly, but you could still hear the pain in his voice. The tears came quicker now and your heart hurt. His large hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't mean to," You sniffled, attempting to keep the tears in your eyes. Neteyam didn’t mean to make you cry, although seeing you like this for him was far better than watching you with the other. Shit, was this manipulation? He dropped down on his knees so you could almost be the same height, placing his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Shh, I still love you. I would never stop loving you. No matter the time we spend apart or the distance between us, you’re in my heart forever, yawne.”

He always knew the right things to say, it made your heart swell and warmth fill your body. Neteyam could make the worst situations feel okay. "I-I," Neteyam placed a hand over his heart, "you don’t need to say anything to me, I've upset you." You sniffled "I still love you too," Neteyam released a deep breath, his face turning stern once more. “Let me prove to you how much I care about you.”

It took minutes before you were laid out on the sand, your pants long discarded. Neteyam had your legs over his shoulders, devouring you. Your toes curled against the cool beach as the wind blew through your hair, the breeze from the water chilling the heat radiating off of you. It was a new sensation, his tongue rubbing circles around your clit. The feeling was foreign and intense, sending jolts throughout your body.

Your hips bucked as his fingers prodded at your entrance, forcing all three inside as an attempt to stretch you more. Neteyam growled in response, the noise sending vibrations throughout your core. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against the top of you to press into the soft spongy spot that had you crying out. Neteyam lapped at the wetness leaking out of you, drinking up every single drop of you.

His eyes met yours, you felt as if the whole world was spinning, a euphoric feeling bubbling inside you, building and building. Neteyam's tongue pressed against your clit once more and you felt the orgasm ripple through you, your walls contracting against his fingers and squeezing them. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn't do much but writhe and cry out as Neteyam brought you down from your high, licking you clean of your mess.

He pulled away and you whined at the loss of his body heat, until you heard the sounds of his loincloth falling to the ground. You pulled your head up off the ground and gasped, he was large, incredibly too large for you. His tip was a bruising purple, shining with precum. Your eyes nearly burst out of your skull, it looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. “T-teyam-”

Neteyam climbed on top of you, shushing you with his finger. “I’ll be gentle I promise,” he purred, his hand snaking down to his tip, rubbing the sticky liquid around the head before placing himself at your entrance. “I’m gonna claim you, mark you with my scent so no one else fucking touches you.” The head of his cock prodded at your entrance and the pressure was intense, your walls achingly slow stretching to fit him. "I can't," Neteyam pushed the head of his cock into you, forcing a choked cry from your lips. “Shh, just be a good girl for me.”

It hurt, yet it felt good in the most bizarre way, a tingling sensation shooting through your body as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. “Oh ewya, you’re so fucking tiny, baby girl,” he groaned as he pushed deeper. His cock was stretching your walls, the pain slowly disappearing as you grew used to his size. You could feel him against the very base of your cervix, his hips pressing flush against your thighs. “F-f-fuck,” you choked out in a choked whimper, trying to get accustomed to his girth and length, it had to be the size of your forearm at least.

Neteyam began to pump into you slowly, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his length before snapping his hips and forcing the air out of your lungs, causing you to scream and arch your back. You couldn't believe the noises coming out of your own mouth, the moans and cries echoing around the beach. Neteyam moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you.

He used one of his large hands to press against your stomach, feeling his cock move inside of you. “You feel that, yawne?I can feel myself moving inside of you. Fuck, you're so perfect, sweetheart, taking all of me inside you.” He hissed as his movements got faster and more erratic. The feeling was indescribable, the mixture of pain and pleasure that had your head spinning and mind hazy.

Neteyam couldn’t fit all of himself in you no matter how hard he tried, he settled for slamming into the top of your cervix, forcing a scream from your lips. He hoped everyone could hear you screaming his name from miles away. “You like that, baby?” Neteyam growled, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clawing at his shoulders. “Ssyes teyam, sgood,” you slurred your words, feeling the waves of euphoria begin to roll inside of you again.

His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Teyam, p-please. Please!" You stuttered between moans and whimpers. Neteyam wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing softly. "That’s my girl,” his praise made you whimper for more. His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. "Louder, yawne. Everyone has to know you’re all mine," he growled into your ear, putting emphasis on 'mine’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him.

Neteyam removed his hand from your neck, wrapping his arm underneath your legs, spreading them as far as they could go and angling you so that he hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, pounding against it rapidly. Your vision started to turn blurry and you felt yourself begin to fall over the edge again, a new kind of wave washing over you, “F-Fuck! Tey- teyam- please in for me!"

Your cunt clamped down around him, forcing Neteyam to cry out, his thrusts becoming shallow and erratic. You could feel Neteyam release inside of you, ropes of hot cum filling your insides, mixing with your own fluids.

The sound of a twig snapping nearby pulled you both out of your haze, “Neteyam!” Jake’s booking voice echoed around the beach. Both of your heads shot to the left, staring at the mortified father whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

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The walk of shame you both endured was the most humiliating moment of your entire life. It was an excruciating silent trip back home but at the very least Jake waited until you boarded the helicopter, with a traumatized look on his face, before he called your mother. Without a doubt he told Neytiri soon after and you could only imagine her utter rage. Norm and Max said nothing, opting to stare out the window and dissociate from the entire situation completely. You were extremely grateful for their silence.

You couldn’t imagine the scolding he was about to receive, the punishment he was going to endure. Your mom, although mortified, let you off the hook easily. No avatar for another month, and no Neteyam for the rest of eternity. That one hurt, you felt the same soul crushing despair as you did when he first left.

On the other side of Pandora Neteyam remained completely unphased. He took the yelling, the punishment and everything else like a strong man. In the end he had won, you were covered in his scent and no one was going to touch you again. As for your future together? He had a plan for that too. Neteyam had already practically mated with you no matter what his mother said and once you’re in that new body, he would run away and do it again.

You may not realize it yet but he was coming back for you. One way or another you were going to come to the reef with him, be a part of his family, bear his children, and never ever leave his side again. Even if it meant disappointing his parents one final time, but he had hope in Ewya that would not be the case.

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You know, after seeing your evil Ford au, I wonder what would happen if evil! Ford, met cannon! Ford. I feel like Cannon! Ford would hate him because he's just an example of what would happen if he haven't learned his lesson on perfection and how it's impossible to reach and how he doesn't need to impress people to be happy. I wonder what evil! Ford would think of his original counter part..would he be a little regretful? Since his cannon counterpart got more happiness than him? It's honestly intriguing to think about.

That's actually part of why I made Evil Ford: I was thinking about a dimension of lost Fords (like the dimension of lost Mabels in Don't Dimension It) and asked myself, which Ford alternate would Canon Ford most hate to meet?

So yeah you're right, Canon Ford would HATE Evil Ford—but not for thematic "you haven't learned the moral lesson about perfection & family" reasons. That's how audiences think about characters, it's not how people think about other people. When's the last time you hated somebody in real life because they missed the point of their own narrative arc—rather than because, say, they're rude to cashiers?

No, the reason Canon Ford hates Evil Ford is much simpler.

Similarly, meeting Canon Ford wouldn't make Evil Ford feel regretful because Evil Ford still thinks he made the right decision. What does he care if Canon Ford is "happier" if he only found contentment by—what—giving up on his high ambitions and settling for being a washed-up burnt-out ex-academic with no memorable achievements to his name? Evil Ford would rather die as a miserable overachiever than live as a peaceful slacker.

And he didn't spend thirty years on a completely different life path from Canon Ford without developing a totally different perspective.

Note: when Canon Ford found out Bill lied about the portal and declared he'd stop Bill no matter what, Evil Ford thinks that's Ford betraying Bill, not the other way around.

Also note: Evil Ford thinks Canon Ford is only motivated by anger over being deceived—not concern for the safety of the whole planet. Like yeah sure, he's HEARD that excuse; but that's what he thinks it is: an excuse. If he'd decided not to forgive Bill, he probably would've used the same excuse himself. A convenient, heroic-sounding moral justification for a thirty year vengence quest—but he doesn't really care that much about who's running the Earth, why would his alternate self?

(And really, Canon Ford? Thirty years? Thirty years?? You never found anything more productive to do with all that time than stalk your former mentor because you're MAD about ONE LIE?? If Canon Ford had said he thought killing Bill would net him more interdimensional fame and praise than he'd ever have as his underling, then Evil Ford could understand THAT—he himself has had misgivings about the fact that he's signed up to spend all eternity playing second banana—but as it is, though...)

Also also note: Evil Ford never reconciled with Fiddleford because he never acknowledged Fidds was "right" about Bill. He spent two-thirds of his life estranged from his brother. He moved across the country from his family. He made no friends in Gravity Falls, and likely no other college friends than Fidds. But he spent over half his life working with, dreaming with, living with Bill Cipher.

Evil Ford is evil; but he's not heartless.

Bill's the muse that gave him the blueprints he needed for his greatest invention and for the culmination of his life's work as a scientist and explorer. Bill's a near-god who hailed Ford as the greatest genius of his century, the man who's going to change the world, and via divine weirdness intervention he personally made sure that prophecy come true. Bill's the guy who—after Ford's embarrassing failure of a portal accident—welcomed Ford into his gang with open arms and the assurance that all his hard work wouldn't be for naught. He's Ford's longest-lasting friendship, his partner in crime and in science and in just about everything else by now, the person he trusts to puppet his body.

Is that a very skewed perspective on Bill? God, yeah. But it's Evil Ford's perspective.

If someone told you that all your suffering is due to the one person you trust most in all the world and the one person outside your family you care about the most—someone you've known for over thirty years—and your life would be so much better if you'd ditched this person the very first time you didn't get along—and that ditching them would have been the moral action—and that, in fact, you should have dedicated your life to killing this person...

Would you regret your life? Would you envy the life of the man who told you all this?

Or would you despise him?

How much more would you despise him if you knew he was you—had lived the same life as you—and that he had killed the most important person in your world?

Oh, Evil Ford resents the hell out of Canon Ford. Who are you—you slacker, you betrayer—to say you're "happier" than your counterpart? How do you deserve that "happy" ending? How is that fair?

Evil Ford only has one regret: not locking up his entire family before Weirdmageddon, where they'd all be safe... and where Bill would be safe from them.