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yuseirra · 3 months ago

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A Family Bigger than Four (Postscript)

↑This piece was the longest comic I ever drawn, it took months,

I really did think a lot about it during the times I updated it almost daily, and I wanted to write some of my thoughts upon having created it! I did express some of it during when I was still creating it, (these are mostly about the subjects I'd been tackling within the piece itself) but... here's what I wanted to accomplish as a whole!

Looking back, I realized I finished that manga on Valentine’s Day. :) (the last episode was released then, the title page was drawn on the day after.)

Somehow, it felt fitting—after all, it’s a day to express love.

After finishing the manga... for a while, I just couldn't bring myself to write any kind of postscript.

That feeling of being a little dazed after completing something? I had drawn that manga almost every single day, and it's probably the longest one I’ve ever worked on.

Rather than planning out the storyline episode by episode, I mostly just drew things I wanted to see—small everyday moments and such. Fundamentally, I don’t think there was much difference in theme from what I usually draw.

Regardless of the genre or work, when I create fanworks, I tend to focus on the relationship between two people with a tight bond—what words they exchange, and what they wish to convey to one another. I think about that a lot.

Of course, it’s not always that deep—sometimes, I just want to draw something cute or explore different ideas—but at the core, it always comes back to that.

So in that sense, this manga aligns with what I usually create.

But as for the original work... emotionally speaking, the ending wasn’t just cruel—it went beyond that, merely presenting the characters’ wounds without addressing or resolving them. That’s why, more than anything, I felt like I wanted to do something about that.

Did I come up with the smartest, most optimal solution? I can’t say for sure.

But I did put a lot of thought into it, considering the original work’s events and character traits, and I tried my best to resolve things in my own way.

So, if you look closely, everything each of the characters wishes for comes true in this story!

I treated Ai and Hikaru as the main characters. In fact... in this manga, I saw Ai as the protagonist and Hikaru as a co-protagonist with a more observer-like role. Ai was the core. That was my mindset while drawing.

To be honest, isn’t this the story that Oshi no Ko should have told?

In Episode 1, Ai says she wants to be both an idol and a mother—that she’s greedy. She built her life around lies, but she wished that the words “I’m happy” weren’t a lie. More than anything, she wanted to truly love and to express her love with certainty.

She really did love her boyfriend. She wanted to live happily with him and their children. At the same time, she wanted to continue her idol career and share love with everyone.

So I gave her that.

Saying, “That’s impossible,” or, “That’s something that shouldn’t happen”—that’s exactly the kind of statement this story shouldn’t make.

Of course, I’m not saying teenage pregnancies should be encouraged, but an idol can have a relationship. And no one should ever be murdered just because they have children.

I truly believe that this is the message the story should have conveyed—not that vague and insubstantial conclusion it ended on.

Ai and Aqua’s deaths were supposed to pave the way for Ruby’s future? Future, my foot. I have my suspicions about what the author was trying to say with that, and honestly, I think I do understand what they were going for. But even so, from an objective standpoint, it’s just not a good story.

Here. Ai lives. She was able to reveal her truth to the world, and the world ended up accepting it. Her relationships—with her children and with her boyfriend—are publicly acknowledged. She declares her love with certainty and does just that in the final scene of this comic.

She is able to continue her idol career, exchanging love with her fans, and realizes that her love wasn’t a lie. That’s the story this manga tells. It’s foreshadowed and already proposed as early as the 4th episode of this fan comic.

Even if you say this version is unrealistic, I think the original manga is even more unrealistic.

Sure, reality can be cruel. But if Ai’s story had been revealed in a documentary-style format, I think the public could have sympathized with her. The masses can be harsh, but they’re not always that way. Ai and her boyfriend’s circumstances were genuinely heartbreaking. Rather than throwing stones at them, I believe people would have eventually come to accept them—it just would have taken time. People adjust. They get used to things.

And Ai is “Ame-no-Uzume.” She does stand for that particular god in so many ways, if not in a literal sense.

In her own song IDOL, she literally declares, I’m going to have it all. If she had survived, I believe she could have made that a reality. That goddess has that kind of personality. She has the power to shift perspectives and to pioneer new paths. She was always meant to be the ultimate idol.

Her title is The Great Persuader. That’s her epithet.

As for what Ai had with her mother and her relationship with Nino, I resolved it in the healthiest way possible within my own interpretation of what Ai would have wanted.

In the original work… that part was depicted in such an incomplete and unhealthy way. I really thought hard while writing the dialogue for those respective episodes, trying to keep it natural while staying true to the context.

It’s always harder to resolve a problem than to create one.

The original work depicted suffering, but it didn’t mend any of it—not even a little! That really hurt to see

I won’t claim that my solution was the best possible one.

But at the very least, I wanted to heal things.

Because only then can we truly move forward to the future. That was what was supposed to happen, I'm looking at you Aqua. No, it's not your fault, what could you have done, you were just written that way and you suffered too but it was one of the worst ways I've ever seen to resolve something! Aqua needed help. He needed to visit a psychiatrist and receive mental support...

Moving on,

This fan comic is about Ai having a new baby, right? Why that event, of all things? Well, 'Oshi no Ko' starts with an idol giving birth. But that was something the world rejected, wasn’t it? That idol had to hide it, but at the same time, she also wanted to reveal it. And in the end, she was murdered because she had children.

The situation is similar (an idol having a child), but I wanted to give Ai the happiness they didn't have regarding that same event. I don’t think that’s impossible. To love and be loved meaningfully by others, to receive support, to not have to keep it a secret, to live with the person they love in the way they wish, at the time they wish—that should be possible.

I think that’s what I wanted to show through this fan manga.

Hikaru, whom I called a double protagonist, wanted to live happily with Ai. And he got that here. I think I’ve written about this before, but...

For me, I felt that unless I depict this character coming to terms with what happened to him—realizing that it wasn’t his fault and finding some resolution for the wounds tied to it—I don’t think I’ll ever be able to free myself from the painful feelings this manga gave me. That’s why I wanted to address it at least once through this fan manga.

The way the original manga handled this theme wasn’t the absolute worst (there are always worse ways to do things, and this story could have been handled in an even lazier, more careless, and more horrifying way). But that doesn’t mean it was handled well either. It just presented the issue and left it at that. And because the subject matter itself is so painful, just seeing it really hurt. But the story just moves on with him carrying and blaming himself for the wounds of what's been taking place. It does nothing about it. When I think about it, it’s agonizing.

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t shake the feeling that Kamiki was originally someone with an inherently good personality. If my guess is correct, he actually looked out for Aqua’s sake a lot. If he had truly been completely insane, he could have harmed Aqua, Ruby, and everyone around them at any time. The fact that things ended at this level means that he didn’t harbor much malice toward Aqua. I believe his abilities must be extraordinary. It was that he lost his mind. He lost it, but I think it was about when it came to Ai. It’s like a fuse blew out in that regard. He became extreme because of something he wanted to do related to her, but outside of that, I think he was actually kind. If Ai had been alive, he would have been an incredibly decent person. We don't ever see him being angry or retaliating at anyone or accusing, blaming, or fighting others at all. But he is insane because he wishes to bring the dead back to him.

Considering the environment he grew up in, it’s pretty remarkable that he was able to maintain that attitude at all. That side of him is what’s real. If there’s one thing about him that’s a lie, it’s that he became a master at pretending he was okay when he really wasn’t. That’s the same as Ai. Even in the original manga, this was something that was presented. That's the lie when it comes to this guy.

Ai’s death could be blamed on him in the sense that his abuse, leading him to become a black star entity, caused his abilities to go out of control, leading to the misfortunes that followed. If Ai had become the black star, then the problems would have surfaced concerning love. But because Kamiki was the one bound to it, the disasters manifested concerning the future. That’s just how the domains of the gods they were tied to work.

But I don’t think it was intentional.

He said he forgot, didn’t he? Forgot who he was (Mephisto). At the time he was singing that song, Ai was already dead, so he was in a state of wanting to bring her back. At least until that point, he didn’t know he was a god in essence. And once he realized it, he started searching for a white star imbued with Ai (love), thinking, "If you can’t come back to life, then I want to become you." Because without her, he simply couldn’t go on.

Just like how Ai dreamed in Chapter 154, in this story, the two of them live happily together with their children.

Honestly… I think if he had actually reached out to Ai in those moments when they were in contact, things could have worked out. But since his ability involves interfering with the future, the moment it became distorted and flawed, he ended up making choices that only led him further into misfortune.

This story also touches on his thoughts about the situation him and AI's in, the kind of things someone who became a parent at a very young age might think about.

With all that being said, I wanted to convey that even people who find themselves in such situations can still find happiness.

The original story should have done that. But it didn’t.

And that’s why it was painful to watch… Just because someone goes through something tragic, does that mean it has to end there? Even if a person finds themselves in an unbearable situation—no, Kamiki believed that as long as Ai was with him, he could endure it. And I think he really could have. Even after everything he went through, he was someone who could smile so brightly just because Ai was there.

If they had stayed together, I believe they would have been able to overcome everything in the end.

Here and there, I also included hints about the Aratate Shrine’s backstory and mythology.

If his circumstances had been good, if he had been in a healthy state, he would have had the power to lead everything toward a better path.

Just like how Ai had the power to convey love and persuade others.

And so, in this piece of comic, they will always live happily.

Gorou wanted to help Ai give birth to healthy children in the manga, and he wished for Sarina’s happiness.

Both wishes come true, and he gets to witness it all up close. He even gets to help directly and becomes one of the people who contributed the most to Ai’s happiness. At the same time, he becomes a close friend of Ai’s family and even officiates the wedding.

Sarina is alive and becomes Ai’s closest idol friend.

Nino realizes that Ai is just like any other person and takes her to Hikaru, allowing them to become friends. (This is an homage to how Nino, in the main story, seemingly played a role in Ai-related matters regarding Hikaru, whatever that was)

Aqua and Ruby are born as normal children, though their talents and personalities remain somewhat intact.

They grow up without experiencing sorrow, acting like proper children—seeking and showing affection openly, and growing up well under the care of their parents.

I did get to draw Aqua’s close relationship with Gorou to some extent, but Sarina and Ruby’s relationship wasn’t explored in as much depth... Still, Sarina loves Ai so much that she even says she wants to be born as Ai’s child here too (which aligns with the original story), and she adores Ruby as well. You see her take Ruby along with Ai at the wedding. The words she says to Kamiki at the wedding carry a similar tone—something along the lines of “Thanks for making cute kids who resemble Ai.” That’s how she looks at the family.

This part is mentioned briefly, but Aqua’s dream here is to become both an actor and a doctor, influenced by Gorou. There are scenes where he reads related books or sticks close to Gorou. The two share an unspoken understanding.

There’s an episode where he mentions Akane and Kana, feeling discouraged thinking he lacks the talent to be an actor like them or his father. But after receiving encouragement from his dad, he regains his motivation. This was a variation of a scene from the original story (the Tokyo Blade arc, and what Kamiki tells him is an arrange of what he tells his son and daughter. He does praise them when he sees them).

Akane and Kana have a future with Aqua. The three of them will get along well, and how their relationship will be in the future remains open-ended. They will all be happy.

At the end, we have Ruby dance and the baby comes along, right? This was actually a throwback-reversal of the Amaterasu-Ame-no-Uzume myth! Ai(Amenouzume) brought Ruby(Amaterasu) into the light. This time, it's Ruby that brings her baby out into the world. I bet nobody got this reference, hehe

Ruby makes a wish at Aratate Shrine, saying she will become an idol who shines more than any other like her mother—and she will.

Every line of dialogue in that particular episode(Aratate Shrine visit) is foreshadowing and a reference to something.

Ichigo Productions, having secured the incarnations of both gods of entertainment, will likely dominate the industry! The B-Komachi members also learn Ai’s story, and they stick together, sharing the spotlight and thriving together.

Actually, considering the original deity Kamiki’s ability is based on, there's no way things can turn out bad once he's in his best shape.

If the “god who guides everything in a good direction” functions properly, then failure isn’t even an option.

The third child is born with Ai's beautiful violet hair which Hikaru mentioned of in the very first episode! This child will have twin-star eyes.

In fact, I had an idea of what the third child would look like from the very beginning when I first thought of this story.

Here, it’s just one child—I pictured them as a daughter who inherits her mother’s hair and her father’s eyes. But… getting too attached to a character who doesn’t exist in the original story would be heartbreaking, so I never finalized their name or details.

That said, when I started drawing this, someone suggested the name Citrine. I was thinking, that, or maybe Amber would work. Amber is commonly used as a person’s name too. Yes, I imagined her eyes as golden.

I still firmly believe Kamiki’s eyes are yellow/golden. Seriously, his eye color looks too murky. It seems like they’re stained because of the black star. His name literally means “god of light,” so why are his eyes that color? I believe they were originally golden.

I’ve mentioned my thoughts and concerns about the topics I tackled and what I felt about them in various posts and other writings, so I’ll skip that part this time.

I just wanted to make sure everyone got what they wished for—and that it would feel convincing!

And above all, I just wanted to see them all doing well.

That’s the thought I kept in mind while drawing this.

The final chapter, in particular, is packed with references to mythology, songs related to this work, and previous episodes. If you look closely, you might notice a lot. It's very wordy, but I squished it all in last-minute and I like what I did!

When I create fanworks, I aim to make them more enjoyable for those who have read the original story—filled with recognizable details and variations of scenes and dialogues. There are a lot of it hidden throughout, so it might be fun to look for them~

Thank you for reading!

I hope it was an enjoyable ride for all of you who followed!

#oshi no ko #hikaai #hikaru kamiki #ai hoshino #aqua hoshino #ruby hoshino #oshi no ko spoilers #oshi no theories #spoilers #long post

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xruiiii-blog · 9 months ago

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Hi I’m literally obsessed with this au

I have a couple questions I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you but I’ve been analyzing this comic for way too long

Who is leading mountain to be killed? Who is getting crowned? Why is mountain being killed? Are the rest of the knights/other portraits other ghouls? Who is helping phantom unbury him? Is phantom unveiling him at the end?

I’m so sorry I’m obsessed, your art is amazing and thank you for your time

Thanks for the time and energy you invested into this!!! Wow! I might disappoint you after this haha. But u know! Always analyze and believe in whatever you think it’s the best explanation! I love when ppl have their own understanding of a piece :) that’s why there’s no dialogue

Anyway about the comic…

It supposed to be a simple “once upon a time” kinda thing. A bedtime tell, someone’s small piece of memory, a casual story that’s melancholy. Nobody’s really important, except the little prince and his knight. There’s no deeper meaning other than the lonely prince lost the only person he cares about to a war.

Something about the titan knights is that they don’t care about their identity. Their powers and skills are the things that matters. That’s their identity instead of who that person is under that mask. They are weapons and they like to keep it that way. Meaning that if any one of them dies during the war, a weapon has served its purpose. The others will move on and there’s no sorrow. I don’t want to talk too much about different species lore here it’s a lot…maybe next time :)

However, the two anonymous knights are rather closer to Mountain and Phantom than everyone else. They are also more human-like. They are more sentimental than some others on the team. It’s not anyone’s fault that the titans are this way btw, it’s just how things is. These two knights care about phantom more than the others does spiritually, they kinda understand how close their captain was to the prince and what Mountain meant to him. So they take him to Mount. Usually titans don’t even take the dead body back with them. It’s not like they don’t care, they do, but to them dead body it’s meaningless. No longer serve any purpose. Titans don’t ever grieve, mourn, or anything.

Phantom does. Be glad that he’s even able to contact with the corpse one last time cuz a lot of times soldier’s grave is just an empty tomb. That’s also why he digs. He needs to see it himself in order to let go. He places the veil back to place and sees what he’s familiar with for his whole life. The mere illusion that Mount is still with him.

…

Honestly this whole thing came to me at 2am and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I feel like its more of a vibe, very vague story and fear of death I didn’t executed it the way I wish I could (skill issue…) anyway my first actual try at drawing comics and it took me 2 miserable weeks(it was okay). I shared this before I have concentrate issue my attention span is short💀…ngl the process it’s challenging and I wasn’t expecting ppl to understand what’s happening or even read it. I didn’t expect myself to finish the whole thing even lol. Glad you like it and look at it with these much appreciation AND letting me know!!! :)) that’s what I was tryna say. 🖤🖤🫶🫶🫶

#questions!

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sinspark4 · 2 years ago

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Roddy's Ghost Adventures

The Rake: This is the first video Rewind stumbled across after finding something called "The Dark Web" when searching for media for his crew mates. The video is distorted, corrupted, everything inside it is hard to make out or understand. All Rewind can gather from the feed is the panicked screaming of a human and glowing, yellow eyes. He does his best to clean up some of the feed but there are strange viruses lurking in the coding Rewind doesn't want to get anywhere near. He thinks he sees a forest, a house in the background, and a sign reading "Warren Park Trail, Montana." Then the video just ends. Abruptly. He took a moment to contemplate the recording before reading the caption.

Locals spoke of a creature known as "The Rake," a nightmarish being with sunken eyes, elongated limbs, and razor-sharp claws.

Legend had it that "The Rake" was once human, transformed by dark experiments or supernatural forces. Its first recorded appearance was in the late 1800s when it stared hauntingly at a family before vanishing into the night.

As years passed, more encounters were reported, each describing the creature's ability to appear and disappear, leaving behind an aura of dread. Witnesses spoke of its featureless face and guttural noises, claiming that even a brief encounter could plunge a person into madness.

Rewind snickered. This was ridiculous. They'd been on and off earth enough times they would have known if there were any humanoids outside of humanity by now. Some sparkling humans must have just gotten bored.

He ignores the twinge of discomfort ringing in the back of his processor and shuts his vocalizer off just in time to stifle the high-pitched yelp clawing up his intake when a bright yellow hand lands on his shoulder.

"Hey Rewind, whatcha got there?" Rewind turns his helm to stare up at his captain. Slowly, a smile spreads his lips behind his facemark. Oh this.....this will be good.

Log 1

Bots along for the ride: Rewind, Rodimus, Drift

Location: Warren Park Trail, Montana

Subject of interest: Urban Legend - The Rake

Notable Mentions: The air here seems....heavier. Shadows seem to somewhat defy sources of light. Rodimus has taken it upon himself to "Flame up" so everyone can see where they place their pedes. Drift's headlights help but they don't seem to penetrate the strange blanket of darkness. Walking around tonight in search of this legend has proven fruitless. Perhaps this is the first he can strike off the list? He will have to wait till they were back on ship and he had a moment to himself before he can review the feed. He's going to have to do a lot of tweaking before the video is comprehensible.

Here is the rendered photo without the drawn on Video Cam.

This is the first installment of my new mini-series. I am so excited to finally post this, I've had the rendered photo done for a while now and was just waiting on myself to finish up the companion comics.

This literally was entirely inspired from solely two things.

1.) As I was sketching Roddy for practice, the song "Dumb Ways to Die" came up on my for you playlist on Spotify. This kinda put in a little seed of sorts.

2.) My brother is starting to get into art and we often go to the cafe together to practice. It's great being able to have a critique buddy right there as you're working together. On the day after scenario 1, him and I went to the cafe and I had been practicing landscapes. My intent had been to make a fairytale like environment. I showed him, we looked at each other, and both stated. "Yeah that's haunted." It's like a light bulb went off in my head. A very very insistent light bulb.

And thus, "Roddy's Ghost Adventures" has been born! Stay tuned for future installments~

#transformers #transformers fanart #ao3 #transformers fandom #maccadam #transformers memes #maccadams #rodimus #drift #rewind #transformers mtmte #transformers art #digital art #I may or may not also make one-shots for these drawings? Let me know if that interests you.#Some companion comics may be released randomly as interludes.#I whole-heartedly believe Rodimus is def a coward towards things that go bump in the night #Poor Drift. Always getting dragged into Rodimus' shit.#Sin's mini-series: Roddy's Ghost Adventures #Sin’s TF Art

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whitegoldtower · 2 years ago

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More Severin x Ancano fluff

In a way, it made sense that the former Necromancer was proficient in restoration. Ancano decided that he would rather go to Severin with any queries than Colette Marence. But who in their right mind could tolerate that woman anyway? Her voice was like nails on a blackboard. Severin’s gentle timbre…

Yes, that was it, that’s why he was going to him. Certainly not for any other reason.

As per usual, Severin was sat at his desk, the door to his room open in invitation. Ancano was only mildly surprised to see him tinkering with some sort of Dwemer machinery, flitting between his tools and his alchemy table. The room was filled with the uplifting scent of what he assumed was a canis root infusion.

“What is that?” Ancano stood in the doorway somewhat awkwardly, his posture held stiff.

Severin greeted him with a benevolent smile, peering at him through a large pair of round spectacles that made his maroon eyes look rather comically large. He slid them down the bridge of his nose.

“This? Arniel seems to have found me an alternative to smoking canis root, since I complained about the fumes being too harsh on my chest.” He cleared his throat, coughing once into his sleeve, his cheeks turning a little dusky.

“… Clearly I have been smoking too long. I sound worse than the Ashlanders.”

A bolt tightened here, a little tundra cotton stuffed there…

“I hope this works. But then Arniel has always been good with Dwemer engineering. He said this should be relatively simple…”

Ancano approached, curiously, to get a closer look at the device.

“… It looks unnecessarily complicated.”

“That’s what I said. But I think I’m almost finished with it.”

Ancano nodded silently, and Severin paused for a moment, setting down his things.

“I’m sorry, lad, did you need me for something? I was so focused on this damn thing I forgot my manners.”

Ancano lingered in his spot, suddenly feeling like a fish out of water. What had he come here for…?

“It’s alright if you just wanted to spend some time with me,” Severin chuckled, speaking more quietly, then, “I’m not about to shout it from the College rooftop.”

He removes the spectacles, setting them down next to his tools before standing.

“Or is something the matter…?”

Ancano can’t deny that he feels great comfort in the Dunmer’s presence, that he… craves it from time to time.

“The Arch-Mage is speaking to some new student, so I don’t particularly have an awful lot to do, and my… room is still quite horrific. I was wondering if you would be able to… to help me with it.”

Severin knew that it took a lot for Ancano to ask for help. In a way, he and J’Zargo were similar. There were a lot of parallels between the two of them, and Severin couldn’t help but imagine how Ancano must have been when he was a student, once upon a time. Ambitious. Proud. Curious.

He nodded in acceptance,

“Of course, dear. I noticed that you cleared the hay bales out of there already, so that’s one less thing to worry about.”

The older mer followed Ancano back to his room, assessing the situation. There was still water leaking in through the wall, making puddles on the floor.

“Right. I’ll need you to fetch some rolls of paper. I’ll see if I can use some restoration to ‘heal’ the stones.”

It didn’t take long for them both to complete the task - two pairs of hands were certainly better than one. After that, they replaced Ancano’s bedding, placed down a few rugs, lit a few candles… With Ancano’s help, Severin shifted a few barrels away from the far wall, and he huffed out a laugh.

“I was right; I thought there would be a old fireplace hidden behind there. Let’s move these barrels into the corner.”

After shifting the barrels, he crouched down to begin clearing away the cobwebs, stuffing a few logs into the hearth.

“You can do the honours; I don’t trust myself with flame spells.”

Ancano lit the fire with ease, and the two men merely stood in front of it for a moment.

“… Thank you. For helping me.” Ancano muttered quietly, glancing back at the door to make sure nobody was watching them.

“No problem,” Severin placed his hand on Ancano’s back, rubbing gently before giving him a fond pat, “I was of a mind to come and find you again this evening, if it didn’t get sorted out soon.”

At that, Ancano’s heart dropped a little. While he was happy his room wasn’t a dank, dingy little hole anymore, he was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t have an excuse to cuddle up to the Dunmer anymore. Not a good excuse, anyway.

Severin read the disappointment on his face in the tiny micro-expressions. The minuscule furrowing of his brow, the momentary glint of despair in his eyes.

Taking a bold leap, he brushed his fingers against Ancano’s hand, hovering next to his own.

“I can still come back, if you want me to.” He murmured, in such a way that only Ancano would be able to hear him.

The Altmer’s heart began to race slightly. He nodded subtly, glancing at the doorway again. The Hall of Attainment was empty - everyone must be in the Arcaneum.

And then he took the older mer completely by surprise.

“Nervayne?” Ancano used his surname - an odd choice, one that caused him to turn his body fully to face the Altmer.

And then the Thalmor’s lips were on his, his hands gripping anxiously at his shoulders, trembling with adrenaline. Ah, but Ancano was always full of surprises; he shouldn’t be so shocked. He had many tricks up his sleeve, many little mannerisms that made him so very interesting, little quirks that nobody else was allowed to see.

His lips were so soft, so warm…

The Dunmer snapped into action, excitedly, returning the favour, holding Ancano by his slender waist, reaching his fingers out behind him to push the door closed.

When they parted, Ancano’s face was dusted copper.

“If you tell anybody-“

“I won’t. Do it again.”

#tesblr #skyrim #thalmor #skyrim oc #ancano #college of winterhold #altmer #dunmer

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intothetlkverse · 7 months ago

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Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Got a smaller one here, featuring the penguins and 'beavers' across TLK:

First off is Eiso/Ayiso(ice-Nyanja), an African penguin from the German TLK comic "The Little Prince from the Ice"/"A Visit from Afar". A braggart and snob, this guy was swept inland during the monsoon season where he was found by a then cub Simba, who took it upon himself to help him get back home. The fear of the new land, hotter climate, and home sickness however made the trip not very pleasant, and Ayiso was more then happy when a friendly eagle helped fly him back home, though both princes were more then glad to see the other go back.

Irwin/Pengwini(penguin)- African penguin from the Timon & Pumbaa Show. Dimwitted, clumsy, and forgetful, 'Wini' is just an average penguin that Timon and Pumbaa meet on their retirement(aka post raising Simba/Bunga/other animals) trip to the Southern beaches.

Last of the flightless, aquatic birds is one more well-known, Pinguino(penguin) from the Lion Guard. I have previously done him before along with the other species of the Tree of Life, though the gust is that I swapped him from Macaroni to African penguin, including doing away with his fabulous golden feathers, considering the only penguins in Africa are those coast-dwelling ones. Though the Tree of Life in my verse is now more an Oasis in the desert surrounded by mountains, fresh cold mountain water and water from underground rivers connected to the sea do supply the local penguin flock with enough fresh, cold water, and Pinguino is the confident and vain, pretty much same as in the show.

Now onto the more, shall we say in this context, exotic creatures of the bunch. Beavers. A bit struggle to do, compared to other animals. Got alligators in the show? No problem, crocodiles will suffice. Penguins? Hey, they do exist on the African continent. A semi-aquatic, dam-building, buck-toothed rodent native mostly to North America and Eurasia? ...gonna need a moment to look things up. Sure there are rodents in Africa, semi-aquatic ones even with marsh rats and dasymys(eses?), though really not much else. While looking up rodents, I did come across the South African springhare(surprisingly not related to rabbits), and while it is more like a kangaroo crossed with a squirrel in the desert, I think it looked close enough to what I needed, buck teeth and all. Also apparently, like platypuses, both beavers and springhares glow under UV light, so there's that.

But I digress. Here is Boss Beaver/Bwawa(swamp) and Boy Beaver/Barizi(hang out). Bwawa and Barizi are a father-son, springhare duo living in a lush territory nearby some rivers. They take an immediate dislike to Timon and Pumbaa when their retirement trip takes them to their home and they get into wacky antics which disrupt their working-focused lifestyle. Both duos were glad to never see each other again after they get caught in a small flood.

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peacehopeandrats · 2 years ago

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NaNo, prompt 8

Reminder that I am still taking asks for the remaining numbers: 3, 6, 10, and 20. I am also up to getting a few combinations meshed together for the last days of November. This has been a fun little experiment in opening myself up to revealing the rough side of my work and I thank everyone who has participated either by prompting or interacting with the finished product.

The winter festivities in Storybrooke lasted all day and into the night, with the usual members of Gideon's very extended family all gathering for a beginning of the season feast. It was the equivalent of an American Thanksgiving and since it fell on the day of that holiday, Gideon had begun his own yearly tradition of watching the New York parade before venturing out into the crowds of people he should feel most connected to.

There was something not quite binding him to one ritual or the other, though. He'd gone through his own, then followed along through the day in Storybrooke and now found himself hovering like a wall flower while music played in the jukebox and people gathered in semininterested clusters.

"Is this how Storybrooke 'celebrates' things?" He turned to his sister, who shrugged.

"Tradition, I guess. Everyone who was here before gets it. Can't say those of us from other places do."

Gideon did a quick head count. "Not many from other places hers. Just the two of us and a couple like Henry's family who ended up in Seattle."

"The Hatter's here," Alice pointed out. "Wonder how he made it to the party."

"I invited him " Gideon told her, rolling his eyes at her insatiable curiosity. "Grace works for me now, so she's as much a part of the Gold tradition as you and I have become. They belong here."

His sister let out a huff at that and stared out at the crowd. "It does seem like somethings missing though. It's so... serious."

"Only one way to deal with that," Gideon told her before slipping away to whisper into his fairy godmother ear.

"That's hardly what would be expected," she told him, though she smiled through the mild reprimand.

A minute later, the song on the juke box faded, changing instead to the one Cher had performed at the parade that morning. The upbeat tune had more dance club vibes than diner oldies feeling and it made everyone turn in circles as if thwy couldn't figure out where the change was coming from.

"What in the..." Regina's eyes narrowed a little, showing interest but confusion.

Elsewhere in the crowd, some of the party goers began to slightly move with.thw beat, but no one took it upon themselves to truly let loose.

"Come on," Gideon grabbed Jefferson and hauled him into the center of the room with one hand and Alice with the other. "No one is going to start unless we do."

Jefferson's eyes went so wide it was almost comical. "Are you sure changing their evening gathering should really be on the menu? Im a little long in the tooth to be doing this..."

Gideon didn't even blink. "You're not a horse," he said, hoping to draw a reaction that would put Jefferson into his more playful mode.

It worked. The other man glanced down at himself and pouted back. "Inthought I had SOMETHING to offer."

"We're the crazy ones," Alice pointed out, rolling her eyes at both of them and pretending the conversationwaant going on around her. "We're allowed to break traditions."

Gideon ignored the rest of their conversation, focusing instead on the lyrics. "It's tough outside, but it's love in here..." How was that not a theme of this particularly odd family unit?

Surprisingly, Grumpy and King David were the first to join the group on the newly created dance floor, followed immediately by Queen Snow, who happily writhed her way around her husband while her Dwarf friend hauled his brothers into what became something like a bowl of popcorn, with heads bobbing as the seven of them bounced up and down in place to the beat.

Eventually, there were more people moving to the rhythm than there were observing, and Gideon had to grin. Maybe he could help make change here after all.

P.s

Thanks for putting up with my worst word dump ever. This is so disjointed because I'm trying to write it in a minute or two between clients while I run around the world and try to make time for my family too.

For those of you who didnt see the parade, here's the viseo:

Here's the video in case you didn't see it in the parade.

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#nano #nano prompts #nano 2023 #Youtube

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ohraicodoll · 3 years ago

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Figment | Chapter 6

(Gif credit to thisgameisonnintendo) Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules. Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream. But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain. Chapter Summary: Luck, the knife's edge, and the closing of the chase. Chapter Warning: (18+, minors DNI, Contains sexual content) Read Here on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 7 (Also reminder that the entire series and sequels are all on AO3 if you prefer there)

CHAPTER 6

Anissa had been right in one fashion. I was going to have all weekend to think about Morpheus. And it was torture. In the waking world, there was little magic and nothing could keep my focus. The amount of cold showers I took was ungodly and I put the blame solely on the Dream King for my hike in water bill. I tried to read but couldn’t stop imagining candle lit ballrooms and his lips on my skin. When I tried to clean and sweep my apartment, the echoes of a waltz were in my steps. If I was jittery before about going to sleep, I was an absolute bundle of nerves now. So I got dressed and went on a walk, figuring it was better than pacing at home. I didn’t know what I was doing, what this game between us meant. And the anxiety I was feeling was so close to early dating jitters that I wanted to smack myself because this was probably nothing, an itch for us both that needed a release. We were two adults that, at least on my side, were very attracted to the other. That’s all. It didn’t have to mean anything. Anissa had said there was nothing wrong with some fun after a breakup and that’s all this was. Fun. A curiosity. Because who wouldn’t want to when an anthropomorphic being seemed to like to flirt with you. Life was already weird once I started dream walking, now it had taken such a deep turn. The wind was cool against my skin, the turning of the seasons coming at last, and I shoved my hands in the pockets of the light jacket I wore. For the first time in a while, I realized any tendrils of emotion about Thomas and the breakup had worn away to only faint wisps. The entire month or so since had been a whirlwind of emotions but not about him, but about Morpheus. I shivered, almost as if I could feel those twin stars on me then. I slowed, brow furrowing, and looked behind me. Nothing. The sun was high with hardly any shadows, nowhere he would be hiding and watching. It was merely an echo. Swallowing, I turned back around, wondering if the chill of the air was going to be enough to cool the heat rising in me. Everything was a confusing mess but I knew one thing. When I went back to the Dreaming, I wasn’t going to wait for Morpheus to come for me. I was going to find him myself or try all night. There was no way we were done and I felt like we had finally hit a turning point from light flirting. We’d gone far past that the night before. There was no hiding mine or his interest. All I could do was wait for now until night fell and I could go back and finish this game. ___________

Apparently, Dream was not going to make this easy and was no doubt aware I was looking for him. He’d thrown down the gauntlet and had decided I needed a challenge. Immediately upon entering the Dreaming, I was in my office at work, the fluorescent lights casting the empty cubicles in bright light. I was still wearing the camisole sleep shirt I had gone to bed in along with the very small shorts. No outfit change this time. I huffed and turned, trying to imagine the library or Lucienne or Morpheus himself, hoping that a door would appear and take me straight to them. I’d never had proper control over the ability, usually going along with wherever they wanted to lead me. With a few people, it had gone to their dreams if I was highly emotional or thinking about them too much. But that was for humans who had their own dreams and I didn’t think that would work for the Lord of Dreams himself. Two doors and two different random dreamers later, I had finally found myself somewhere vaguely recognizable and was annoyed. It was a grove alongside a small pond, fish jumping and flying on tiny little wings and the grass so tall it reached my hip. I skimmed my fingers through it and it coiled into me like an eager pet. On a ladder propped up against a huge tree was a…man, of sorts, with a pumpkin for a head. He wore overalls and chewed on a cigar, large tree clippers in hand as he snipped away some of the lower branches. I think I had met him previously, before Morpheus, before the chaos, but I hadn’t gotten his name. No other person was in sight, which was a good hint that this was in fact the actual heart of the Dreaming and not a personalized dream of someone else. I pursed my lips and walked over, grass almost purring against me as I moved through it. “Excuse me,” I called out, hearing him grumble under his breath. He paused and half turned on the ladder to look down at me. “Yo, it’s you,” he chuckled, “You’re the dream walker kid, right?” I raised a brow and shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.” Taking a few steps down, he braced a thin wooden elbow on the ledge, “I’m Merv, we met kinda. I think ya handed me some tools while I was installing that dumb fountain near Cain and Abel’s place. What’s up?” I smiled, remembering the encounter hazily, and tried not to wonder at the way the carved facial expressions were so emotive on this gruff pumpkin, “Um, I was wondering if you could tell me where Morpheus is?” Merv pondered and scratched his pumpkin chin, the ash from his cigar raining to the ground, “Er’ the boss should be up in the palace or like his throne room. But you’re kinda shit outta luck, you’re on the opposite side of the Dreaming if you’re wanting to walk there.” Of course the first door to this place would be on the opposite side. I let out a frustrated groan and gave Merv a tight smile, “Thanks, I’ll probably just try and test my luck instead.” He shrugged, tree trimmer dangling from his gloved hands, “Sorry, kid. I’d say you could call out for him, but the big boss is in a mood so who knows what he’d do.” Oh I’m sure he was. Nodding, I turned and found a door already waiting for me. Merv mumbled about it being a cool trick, but I only waved goodbye and went through it, deciding I better get to it if I was going to find Dream. I found both a bog and a desert before finally ending up in the library. Fingers trailing along the shelves, I walked around for a while before coming across Lucienne sitting at her desk. A cart was next to her, piled with books along with stacks all around her on the wood top. As I approached, she raised her head, pushing round spectacles up her nose, and smiled kindly, “Oh you’re back.” I smiled and nodded, “Hi, Lucienne, um, I’m looking for Morpheus. Could you perhaps help?”

There was a small wince and she lowered her pen to the desk before clasping her hands before her, “Lord Morpheus is in his throne room, but unfortunately is not taking visitors and asked not to be disturbed. Is there something I can help with in his stead?” That jerk really was making me jump through hoops to chase after him. I suppose when you control the playing field you can do what you like. Grinding my teeth together, I smiled tightly, “No, no, you’re fine. I was needing to speak with him, but I guess I’ll wander around for a bit then and catch him another time.” She nodded, oblivious to the simmering frustration and annoyance at his royal highness that was mounting in me, “Well, if you need anything I would be happy to assist.” I thanked the librarian and slowly walked off, chewing on my lower lip. I was so close, the library being within the palace itself which meant his throne room couldn’t have been far. But this was the Dreaming and nothing was obvious, able to shift and morph at his whim. If there was a clear way to him, he’d have wiped it clean. Finding a small alcove on the lower levels, I leaned against a wall with a stained glass window. My luck wasn’t that high, apparently, and I knew there had to be a trick to this dream walking thing. If my thoughts could bring me to certain people, it had to be able to take me where I wanted. The downside being that I didn’t know what his throne room looked like. Closing my eyes, I rolled my head back until it rested on the window behind me. And I imagined Morpheus, the way his skin glowed in the darkness and shadows hugged his body like he was made of them. The sharp blue of his eyes in the waking world and the endless void of black and stars in the realm of dreams. The velvet soft feeling of his cloak wrapping around me like it was an extension of him. I pictured all of him, remembered the thrill of his fingers gripping my thighs and the hard press of him against my wanting body, the raven locks under my nails. His voice could set me on fire alone, deep and low and intoxicating. He was the very embodiment of dreams, alluring and fearsome. A soft snick sounded close and I opened my eyes. There was a door in front of me, made of stained glass and pointed like a cathedral window. The colors were bright and vibrant, depicting a night sky and green fields, bright red poppies dotting it. The details were gorgeous, intricate, and my heart raised because I knew. This was his door, either conjured by my mind or an invitation. I wasn’t sure which, if he had simply gotten tired of waiting on me or what. But I didn’t care. Pushing off the wall, I walked slowly, the wooden floor creaking against my bare feet. I trailed my finger over the glass image and watched in slight fascination as the scene shifted and moved. The clouds drifted and the stars twinkled, flowers swaying softly in an invisible breeze. I swallowed thickly, trepidation coursing through my veins. If this was the way to him, there wasn’t really any backing down to what it would lead to. Him, the Lord of Dreams, a monarch of this realm. I’d always known what he was but the magnitude of him hadn’t hit me since that night trapped in the nightmare.

That same man that had me chased by a monster had also danced with me at a ball despite proclaiming he didn’t dance. Smiling faintly at that thought, I grasped the small doorknob and pushed the stain glass door open before my confidence could falter. The throne room was before me, stunning in its magnitude. Everything was made from a dark gray marble in what would have been bleak if it weren’t for its surroundings. The universe was its backdrop, stars and auroras swirling in place of a ceiling and high cathedral arches rising to the sky. A series of pillars lined the walls, various statues emerging from them depicting what I could only assume were various gods. Three gorgeous stained glass murals colored the room in a kaleidoscope of colors, fighting against the harshness of the gray stone. And in the far back stood a staircase that almost looked like it was floating, no railings to hold onto, curving towards a dais that held a throne. But even in all that magnificence, my eyes instantly found Dream, a ripple of black at the bottom of that staircase, and my heart jumped into my throat.

It was possibly the most relaxed I’d ever seen him, sitting on the lower section of the steps, cloak draped behind him like a spilled pool of ink. His legs were slightly stretched out before him and he was leaning back on one elbow, an open red hardbound book in his hands. His head was still lowered, reading whatever was before him, but I knew better now. Lord Morpheus knew I was there, had known I was looking for him, and had deigned to wait. The door snicked shut behind me and dissolved as I started crossing the large throne room, bare feet padding softly against the floor. I expected the room to feel cold with all its stone and only the lights of the stars and stained glass illuminating it. But instead it was pleasantly warm and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was his doing. The walk was ungodly long to reach him, most likely on purpose, and the dreamlord still didn’t seem fit to lift his head from his book until I stood at the base of those steps a couple feet again from him. I stared at him, the sharp angle of his nose and jaw and the way his messy black hair wisped around him. The edges of his cloak were less defined, more a blanket of shadows, and the flames subdued. Finally, he dragged his eyes away from his book and looked up from beneath his brow, those pinpoints of light latching onto me and a barely contained amused smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoyed having the upper hand and making me come chase him down. “Apologies, your highness, if I’m interrupting your important book reading,” I bit out, lifting my chin, “Lucienne said you weren’t taking visitors but I figured you’d make an exception for a formal complaint.” Morpheus’ brows raised at that, something close to surprise lighting those black eyes, “A formal complaint? Of course, that is a rather serious matter.” He closed the book with a snap, eyes roaming over my form and taking in the thin top and small sleeping shorts and bare feet. I must have stood out against the grandeur of the room but I didn’t care. I was jumping off a cliff already so nothing mattered. A playful smirk tilted the corner of his lips in amusement, voice low and melodious, “And who is your complaint against? We shall get this matter settled at once.” My skin flushed under his gaze and I took my first step onto the staircase, the act intimidating in itself, before I could talk myself out of it, “My complaint is against the King of Dreams, Lord of the Dreaming and the Nightmare realms.” Dream slowly set the book down on the steps beside him, drawing himself to sit up with an elbow braced on his raised knee. Still the picture of nonchalance but I definitely had his full attention now. “Are you positive?” he asked, slowly, drawing the words out as staring down from his seat above me, “An accusation of that nature would demand my full attention.” My body trembled at his words and the way his gaze burned into me. There was a double meaning there. We both knew where this game we were playing was leading us, knew the edge we were teetering on, and he wanted to know if I was sure this was the path I wanted to go down. But I was sure, was eager , and had resigned myself to not backing down the moment I decided to chase through the doors to him. I took another step and another, body humming with nerves, “I’m positive.” His eyes darkened and he tilted his head, “Then what is your grievance against the accused?” Oh I could give him a list of grievances at this point, but I swallowed them, going up two more steps, “Well, there’s a few but first off he’s an ass.” Morpheus paused, brow furrowing as I’m sure that wasn’t what he was expecting me to say because who in their right mind would insult the King of Dreams to his face, “Is this how you attempt to win people over?” I climbed another step and put my hands on my hips, “Secondly, he likes to interrupt me.” If he was one to roll his eyes, he most likely would have. Dream instead narrowed them at me, amused and incredulous at the same time, but thankfully not furious, “Apologies, little dreamer, would you care to elaborate on your first charge?” Smirking, I waved behind me, “Do you know how it took me to not only find this place but then cross your ridiculously large throne room? It is unnecessarily large.” He raised a brow, “I shall take that into consideration next time I rebuild this room or when I wish to be barged in on.” “You should,” I agreed and struggled to keep a grin off my face as I climbed higher on the staircase and worked to cut the distance from between us, “Honestly, I only have eight hours max in the Dreaming and a whole hour is going to go towards crossing this room.” Dream sighed, “Your other complaint or should I attend to more pressing matters?” I was only a few steps away from him now, eyes level as he remained lounging before me, the picture of utter casualness. It was startling to me that it was getting easier to read the small hints of emotion playing on that usually stoic face. His lips were pursed in a smirk, curious at where this game was going and my brashness. The twin stars in the dark blanket of his eyes twinkled and roamed over me. I had been terrified of this man once, this being. Now I smiled, chin raised, “My other complaint is that he’s rude.” “Little dreamer,” the King of Dreams started, that smirk growing into an amused smile, “I believe this is less a complaint and more an attack on my character.” But I shook my head, “You see, it’s incredibly rude to up and leave abruptly in the middle of things.” And with one final step, I was standing higher than him, forcing Morpheus to look up at me, “I didn’t know the Lord of Dreams was in the business of leaving things unsatisfied.” The word was thrown between us, a challenge if nothing else. Because though he was a king and immortal, he was still a man for the most part. Stubborn, egotistical at times, and prideful. And with mauve stars in his hooded eyes, Dream of the Endless looked up at me and smiled beguilingly. “Now that is a most grievous error.” I swallowed, shivering at the heat in those words and the way his stare completely seemed to strip me down to my base essence. But I’d come here with a purpose, brazen abandon leading me here to these steps, leading me to stand before him. It was time for me to jump off the knife’s edge. So I scrounged up the last of the bravery I had and let it carry me down river. Slowly, I lowered myself and straddled him, closing the distance between us completely and putting a knee on either side of him on the hard stairs. Dream’s hands instinctively grabbed my waist and slid up, receiving me, bracing my body and bunching up the fabric of my nightshirt as I seated myself on him with my own arms resting on his shoulders. My heart was pounding and I was on fire already, his hands burning through the thin fabric and grazing the skin underneath. My whole being throbbed, a sharp heat shooting down to my core, so sensitive already at being pressed against the rigid length of him. His face was close, tilted and staring up into mine with hunger and pleasant surprise at the boldness of my action. I felt out of body, heart in my throat and hammering through me. But Dream sat up fully, wrapping an arm fully around my waist to support me and the other going to caress my cheek. The power in that gaze, like I was a goddess to be worshiped and revered, was breathtaking. “So what now, Lord Morpheus?” I whispered huskily, “How will you address my complaint? Will you finish what you started?” A low, dark laugh left his lips and his hand slipped down to grip the back of my neck, his nose teasing along my jaw and up, a trail of fire in its wake. He pulled my head down so his forehead could meet mine, grip possessive but still gentle. Our gazes held each other, my breath shuddering against his skin and the way his scent completely engulfed me. He smelled of dewy morning and campfire smoke and the fresh night air after you’ve left the bar. I could drown in the dark abyss of him, in that gaze, burn under the heat of the stars in his eyes. I’d let him devour me whole and thank him for it. Lips grazed mine in the barest hint of a touch and I whimpered, a low keening noise that slipped out despite my bravado.

There was only a blink of a second before he pulled me roughly forward, sealing his mouth hungrily against mine. I moaned deeply, feeling myself come apart in that very instant. Gripping him tightly, chest pressed fully against his, I ground down into him while one hand dove into that ink black hair. All that tension, that delicious string that had been pulled and pulled and teased between us snapped and I was carried away in the flood that it was holding back. His tongue teases at the seam of my mouth and I opened for him, the hand at the back of my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss. Everything about this was brutal, teeth clashing and mouth bruising, his fingers digging into my skin and nails scraping his scalp. That wonderful, deliciously deep moan left him and echoed into my mouth and I grinned in triumphant against him. Wrapping fingers in my own hair, he tugged my head back and ripped his lips from mine to move to my neck. I was panting as he licked and sucked at the skin there, making his way down. His teeth clamped onto the hard pulse of my heart and I gasped, sudden and sharp, at the pain and absolute pleasure that rocked through me. I arch against him, drowning in the delightful heat of him underneath me and gripping the sharp angle of his shoulder under his cloak. His tongue lapped at the tender flesh, soothing it, “Is this what you wished for, little dreamer?” “God yes,” I breathed out in desperation. Lowering my head to look at him under my lashes, I growled, “And I swear I will tear this room apart with my bare hands if you try and wake me up again.” I kissed him, swallowing his chuckle and smiling against his lips as it turned into a moan as I rocked against him. He was hard, the length of him pressing against me through our clothes, the apex of my thighs perfectly aligned to rub against him.

“Wicked creature,” he growled and control of the kiss shifted, him doing what I wanted and devouring my mouth, tongue exploring every hidden part of me. None of it was enough. I wanted to feel him, touch him, feel the press of skin against skin. He’d tortured me long enough, drawing me tight like a bow until there was no room for gentleness or patience or tenderness. My hands were clawing in the night rich fabric of his robe, pulling it from his shoulders as his hands slipped under my shirt and found the naked skin of my waist, relishing in the soft flesh there. His arms were lean and pale, all angles, and there was something fascinating that under the ethereal cloak and power, he wore just a simple dark gray shirt underneath. I almost laughed at how he looked so human without the cloak but he was there, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and clamping down gently with his teeth. His hands slipped lower, kneading the skin of my bare thighs and gripping them tightly against him. The thumbs of his hands traced slow, languishing circles on the skin of my inner thigh and I could have cried at how close he was to where I wanted him. My inhibitions were out the window, completely taken over by the fact that I was wrapped up in this godlike figure. I kissed him deeper, heady and breathless, tongues exploring. Pulling back just a little to meet his gaze, I nearly came apart completely at the sight of his pink swollen lips and blazing eyes. The longing dragged a deep growl from my mouth, “Dreamlord, I’m going to need you to get on with it and fuck me already before I lose my goddamn mind.” And Morpheus grinned and it was a thing of wonder and terror, dark and predatorial, star points in his eyes red novas, “As my lady commands.” Then his mouth was crashing into mine and we were falling backwards. A flare of panic briefly shot through me, remembering those dreams of falling and jolting awake right before you hit the ground, but in the next second my back met cool sheets and Dream was above me. We were being swallowed by a luxurious black cloud of silken sheet. His weight on top of me, the full length of his slender, hard body against mine and resting between my thighs. Power hummed along every inch of my skin and I closed my eyes, relishing all the sensations as he laid kiss after kiss along my neck, licking and tasting. Hooking a finger under my shirt strap, he slid my top down by the strings until my breasts were exposed. And those eyes flickered up to mine right as he pulled a hard nipple into his mouth. I cried out, loudly, hand diving into his raven black hair and dying as he sucked and nipped, the long fingers of his other hand gripping my thigh and hoisting my leg around his waist. He was straining against the fabric of his pants, the rough feeling of them against me startling another moan. I was so sensitive. I was burning, completely boneless and pliant in his hands, eager for him to do anything and everything to me. He let go of the tender bud of my nipple with a wet pop and kissed a line down to the space between my breasts, tongue licking the spot. My eyes opened and suddenly, our clothes were gone and my mouth went dry at the sight of him, sinewy muscle lining a slender body, pale ethereal skin glowing in the blackness of the void we were in. He lay between my thighs, over my own naked body and I knew this could only be a dream, because no creature as beautiful and dangerous as him could ever be human and exist in the waking world. I reached for him, pulling him to me, and moaning as he slid that hard, silk-like body along mine to kiss my lips with equal hunger. My hands couldn’t stay still and I touched every part of him, tracing the carved lines of his ribs and the ripples in his back and watching him twitch as I drew swirl after swirl into the sharp hollow of hip bones. He was so hard, teasingly grazing at my wet entrance and I tried desperately to lift my hips and get him exactly where I wanted, to sate that inferno that was swallowing me whole. But his hand dug into hips, fingers bruising and able to keep me still with one hand alone. “Do we need a lesson in patience, little dreamer?” he hissed into my mouth. As if we were still playing the game, chasing, clashing, trying to get the upper hand. I bared my teeth, growling a warning viciously like a trapped animal, “Morpheus.” And then he was pushing into me and I shattered completely. He was large and filled me up to the brink, sending me tumbling with a cry. Dear god, he was perfect. He was everything. My head fell back as he pushed in, inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. I was so wet and aching for him that there was nothing but glorious friction as he moved. He kissed me deeply as he began moving, pushing and pulling in smooth, slow motions, almost fully drawing himself out before sinking deep back into me. I was suffering, dying, wanting him to slam into me over and over again, sink his teeth and leave marks all over my skin, completely lose himself in me. My legs wrapped around his waist and tightened, pushing him deeper and he moaned, the dark head of hair falling to my chest as his breath hitched. He felt so impossibly good and I wanted more and more. His face was half hidden in shadows but I could feel his eyes on me, dark and aroused. Before I could catch the movement, his hand rose and roughly grabbed both my wrists, bracing them above my head in the soft blanket there. My upper body was spread for him and completely bared, restrained and at his command. And his pace sped up then, a shift as if he knew what I craved, going harder and faster. His groans filled my ears and I moaned in unison, wave building and building. Each motion was primal and deep, a welcome abandon after all the delicious tension between us. My body coiled around him, skin hot and sensitive and vibrating in complete pleasure. I could feel us pushing close to the edge and didn’t want it to stop, wanted to cling to him, stay in the crashing waves of arousal. Dream shifted and I cried out as he angled perfectly to hit that deep, sensitive spot inside me. We were sweat coated, grabbing and tasting each other. My hands clasped in his, we crashed and crashed into the rhythm of our bodies. He was buried so deep in me and both of us moaning between frantic breaths, lips bruising in their haste. And then I was falling, moaning his name loudly as my release crashed into me with a fury, ecstasy coursing through my nerves, my blood, every inch of my being. I was being ripped apart and put back together over and over again. I clenched with my orgasm around him and he followed the drop, nails digging into my thigh as he ground hard into me at last, moaning into the skin of my neck as his own release came. I was floating, body lost in the black silk of the sheets and his hot, sweat slicked skin. I could feel my breath coming out in fast ragged pants, chest rising and falling under the surprisingly comforting weight of him. His hand released my wrists, gently massaging the tender skin and I wrapped them around his back. I was a boneless mess, fingers reflexively running through his pitch black hair and face tucked into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, leaving soft languid kisses against his skin. He groaned, both of us utterly spent, and raised himself up to look me in the eye. For the first time since that café, Morpheus looked relaxed, color in his skin and tension gone from his face. I smiled at that, slightly proud that it had been me, a nobody human, that had done that to him before stretching up to kiss him. It was soft and tender, the blazing reckless heat from earlier satiated and gone. But his lips tasted like the night sky and rain and I would never get enough. Dream pulled away and laid a kiss on my bare shoulder, “Are there any other formal complaints you would like addressed?” The man had jokes and I decided I liked playful, relaxed Morpheus. I grinned, tongue between my teeth, keeping in a moan as he shifted inside of me, “I believe they’ve all been taken care of. Thank you, your highness. Your customer service is excellent.” He smirked at that, shaking his head, and nipped the skin under my ear, an involuntary giggle leaving my lips. We laid there together, limbs tangled, pressing languid kisses against each other’s cooling skin. He told me stories of the Dreaming, of the world before me, and about the denizens of his realm. I took in every second of it, enjoying his skin under my hands, the hypnotic deep hum of his voice, and the way he skimmed his nose along the sensitive points of my body.

Because my life had been a blank book to him before he was freed, I told him of my childhood and family and wanting to be a writer. He never trivialized my experiences or feelings despite being as old as the stars. He held me and listened, soaking in my humanity and short life. Hours later, I could feel my body grow heavy, a feeling almost like a tug at the base of my stomach. And I knew time was up. I clung to him, kissing him hard and rough, desperate to stay. But the King of Dreams sorrowfully laid a final kiss on my forehead and everything melted away. I woke up in my bed, an ache between my thighs and body thrumming with longing. I was alone.

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roydeezed · 2 years ago

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Dungeon Meshi Thoughts 04

It took a lot of will power because I wanted to come here and write things multiple times but I finally reached and finished Chapter 50. Which is what I wanted to do before writing another one of these. Somebody said on my last post that they couldn’t imagine stopping every once in a while to write down my thoughts and I have to say it’s really hard not to binge the whole thing. That’s usually how I consume most manga and comic books but trying it out this way has been pretty fulfilling. I also get a vicarious joy everytime I follow along with a friend's journey with One Piece so I thought this might provide similar entertainment to Dungeon Meshi fans. Especially the wrong guesses! So this round of thoughts is covering chapters 37-50. So, for my fiftieth post I’ll talk about Dungeon Meshi up till Chapter 50. I’ll go into more in-depth past the “Keep reading” so check it out!

Wow! Everytime I think I know what’s going to happen I’m pleasantly surprised by how nuanced the actual events are. This whole ideological conflict between Shuro and Laios doesn’t devolve to a full on conflict, not if you don’t count their little catfight, but instead ends with a third option I hadn’t even considered, with Shuro planning on leaving the island. That’s such a great out to not having to resort to fighting someone or stooping to, as Shuro sees it, their level. And of course the narrative still keeps Shuro in the narrative through actual plot developments even after he makes up his mind but I’m getting ahead of myself. First of all, reading back on my past thoughts, I am so happy I predicted some of these things right! Like most of the case with the mad sorcerer. Thank you One Piece community for your insane-ass theories and break weeks. But that really speaks to how well this manga is laid out. A lot of the mistakes I made were in assuming this manga’s tone and not respecting that it could have such a nuanced plot and characters.

Let’s get going on a chronological recap/breakdown before I get distracted and lose my mind over how much I love Kabru. The answer is a lot and that will come at the end. Leaving off in Chapter 36, Laios had just told Shuro that they’d used dark magic to resurrect her, causing him to fly off the handle and point his blade at Laios. Kabru, being the little bastard(affectionate) that he is, highlights to Shuro that he would’ve done the exact same thing by exaggerating his side of things while at the same time showing Laios how serious his actions were. At the time I was reading this I wasn’t sure if Kabru had somehow luckily stumbled upon the right answer but now knowing him better, this shows his skill in social situations. This is the first major instance of him finding a third option and laying the groundwork for a peaceful solution and for everyone to also find their third option. I kind of see Kabru as synonymous with the number three. Third option and third prominent party leader after Laios and Shoru. I feel like it will be an important part of his character.

After that tense exchange Chilchuck comes in to warn them about the impending attack and learns about Laios telling Shoru and loses it. I sympathize with Chilchuck so much. In a party of complete weirdos(again affectionate) he’s the only one with a level head. We’ve also only had Laios interacting with his fellow party members who understand him and put up with him so it wasn’t until he talked with Shoru, a person who actively despised him, that it was apparent how bad he is at social interactions and reading people. He is so much purer than I thought. He really is a monster loving freak. Bless his precious heart.

He sees Falin’s new form and the first thing he thinks is how cool she is. He really does have his priorities straight. I can’t blame him though, she really does look super cool.

There’s also a great moment where Chilchuck makes Shoru and Laios command people. It’s such a great peek into the realism that’s pumped into this series as deciding on how commands are issued would be a vital part of dungeon fighting as you wouldn’t want conflicting orders. Here we also get Inutade trying to follow Shoru’s batshit insane order of holding down a griffon creature 5 times bigger than her without hurting it. I love Inutade in all the small glimpses of her we get. She’s simply adorable and I hope we get more of her. But this moment also contributes to Shoru’s decision to leave as his conflict of interest gets so many people hurt and killed.

I love how the author uses the battle to show off strong character moments such as Kabru’s no-nonsense policy towards monsters and his skill at killing humanoids or Chilchuck saving the younger halfling.

Laios accepts the fact that though he loves monsters and he loves his sister, they still are monsters.

But before he goes in for the kill, Falin shows a sign of sentience that prompts him to remember a third option just as he saves Kabru. As the sorcerer came the last time they killed the dragon there’s a chance that he would come again so they have to drive her back. But I feel like there’s going to come a moment of reckoning for Laios. Where he’ll have to firmly put a stake in the ground between monsters and not, and because this story might just do it, I worry that it will be with his sister.

They drive Falin away and revive everyone and Shoru comes to the decision that he’s gonna tell on them like a tattle tale. A snitch. A narc. We don’t like those here. Not with my boi Chilchuck around. But they also come to the conclusion that Falin’s soul was mixed in with the dragon's, making her a hybrid. And this is where Laios’s resolve to defeat the mad sorcerer becomes solidified. He’s been eating three meals a day, of course he’s serious now… fucking dork. I love my socially unaware boy.

I feel so bad though. Because he believed so earnestly that Shoru was his first real friend.

And that’s why his friendship with Senshi feels so real, because even though they don’t dive deep into Senshi’s backstory until a little bit later they still have an inherent understanding of each other.

I get it though Shoru, it makes sense.

The detail of Soru proposing to Falin without dating or expressing his feelings was also a nice touch as it showed the disconnect between cultures, especially with Chilchuck educating the younger halfling on it. It’s little things like this that build out the world so organically. Kabru evaluates Laios and finds that he could probably defeat the mad sorcerer but wonders if he’d be able to make the hard decision to seal away the dungeon. And I think he would if he had to. We’ve seen time and time again, that when presented with a solid argument, Laios, as a leader, seriously considers it and even acts on it, like trying to go back to the surface or killing Monster Falin, only being stopped by new information and outside factors.

We get a small glimpse of Kabru’s backstory and he eats monster to earn Laios’s trust. (MUST RESIST TALKING ABOUT KABRU UNTIL WE GET TO HIS PART). The party continues to lower floors and Laios casually lore drops and it makes me wonder what the chances are they can actually talk to the sorcerer. I’ll save that discussion for when they get pulled in by the citizens. But for now, we get a small little mystery where the characters get doppelgangers based on each other’s perception of them that Laios not only helps solve but he also resolves by once again being a dork. I can never say enough how much I love him. The dopplegangers tell us a lot of fun things about each person’s perception but the thing I want to focus on is that Laios definitely sees Senshi as superhot. That’s all my peabrain can fixate on from this sequence.

We also meet our newest party member not soon after! I love Izutsumi. Honestly, I love all of the party members. They all feel essential and after they introduced or a new dynamic or piece of information is unveiled it leaves me wondering how I was getting along fine without it. But Izutsumi’s messiness paired with her being a picky eater is such a fun and adorable combo. And while each member sparked off of each other and came in conflict with each other Senshi always felt like an outsider. I thought it was because he wasn’t an original part of the group but it was really because no one would directly challenge him, usually only going through Laios. With Izutsumi joining we get these moments that make them both feel like they’re a part of the team as they clash but also have wholesome and adorable moments together.

With increasing frequency I see Laios’s desire and willingness to turn animalistic and monstrous and I wonder if that payoff is that he himself turns into a monster or takes Falin’s place? Or is he only able to appreciate the difference between him and monsters because he’s a human.

I also appreciate this added depth we get into Marcille, that she’s afraid of seeing the ones she loves passing on before her. And I wonder if at the end of the dungeon she might not be the most dangerous one? We already saw she was willing to break rules to keep the ones she loves around, but with the sorcerer knowing about immortality it could tempt her. Even her wishing for his grimoire could be foreshadowing. It would be consistent with Marcille’s character arc and in the end might not even be a bad thing in context as this manga often has a habit of flipping the context on its head.

Izutsumi becoming a part of the squad not only helped Senshi feel more cohesive but her combative nature also makes things more dynamic with every other member, including fighting with Chilchuck and Marcille and making up after the fact and in the process showing off all of their best qualities. Marseille’s explanation on why she’s capitulated to a lot of Laios’s weirder whims helps me understand her a lot better as well, as she sees denying opportunities as veering further from her goal, flipping the context from it being a loss of her beliefs into a strengthening of her conviction.

OKOKOK Kabru time! Through the guise of elven negotiations we learn a lot about Kabru. One of the main things that always stood out to me about him was that despite his age and apparent lack of skill fighting monsters, he was always shrewd. And seeing how the Elves storm in like magical FBI and take over dungeons without telling anyone what happens and the fact that he was raised by them, not only makes me believe that elves behave in a much more machiavellian way but that he learnt it all from them. It’s nurture not nature and his whole motivation is quite noble. He’s such an interesting character because he can go in so many directions now. He’s helping the progress of our party and could one day be a valuable advisor to Laios, someone who respects that, but could also just as equally succumb to the power and manipulate Laios. I don’t think he will now that I’ve seen his motivation but each scene with him is so interesting. He’s got the most bird’s eye view overview of the situation and I love how he collects his information. It scratches that very specific itch of characters that are like Light from Death Note but not complete d-bags, like Shiroe from Log Horizon. And so much of how Kabru has interacted with the world makes sense now. I can’t wait to see him outmaneuver the elves because they might actually be a match for him, being equally manipulative.

Okay, I don’t know about yall but this visit into the village stuck in time seemed way off to me. A little too grimm’s fairy tales like if you know what I mean. So we know the jist already. Thistle, the mad sorcerer, was hired as a jester by Derghal’s dad. Raised alongside Derghal, he got them industry connects to become a magician and learnt magic, became mad and cast an immortality curse on the country. But being asked what drove him mad, Yaado, Derghal’s grandson says he doesn’t know. Feels a bit too clean to me. For a thousand years how can they be content not knowing. I feel like they know but are too ashamed to admit it because they drove him to madness. Then again, is it even madness? It’s love for Derghal for sure, but there could be more too. Why’s he only looking for Derghal after six years? Of course it could be that six years barely counts as time passed to Thistle but the clues feel too significant to ignore. Anyways, I wanted to bring it up before I continued, even though I don’t have a proper answer to what they could’ve done.

Next, we get another thing I’ve waited for, Senshi’s backstory! And some more information on Chilchuck. Before we dive into Senshi’s past I want to talk about Chilchuck. Since Senshi was basically a baby when he went into the dungeon, does that make Chilchuck comparatively the oldest as not only did the other halfling call him an elder at 29 years of age, but he also has a wife and child! That he can’t see for some reason. I can’t wait to see his tragic backstory. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that he’s always seemed the most guarded. It seemed like a really big leap of faith for Chilchuck to share about himself like that.

But then we learn about Senshi. He came into the dungeon when he was a kid and lost his whole party and believed he had eaten them because of the way things played out. It’s also why he avoided forming attachments. Laios eventually helps him figure out that he did not in fact canniablize his fellow dwarves and they walk away happily before becoming changed. But with this, the character who facilitated this entire premise, of cooking monsters you kill in a dungeon, also become the character we know the most about, knowing most of his motivations and reasons over the last ten years. It’s a really confident move and I’m curious to see how it affects the dynamics going forwards because it’s such a 180 from the past 48 chapter as we knew next to nothing about Senshi until now. One thing I do wonder is that if Senshi's desire to not have eaten his companions was so strong, could it have manilpualted the meat to make it seem like he did eat hippogriffs before? Because this time th meat was only transformed after being cut so the mushrooms could have changed it to dwarf meat to go along with Senshi's desires. It's probably not that dark but I couldn't help theorizing. With them having been changed by the mushrooms we’ve caught up with chapter 50 and I’ll leave it here as it’s getting quite long. See ya’ll next time!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #manga recap #manga discussion

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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.”

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers.

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar.

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug.

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---” This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion.

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him.

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?”

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself.

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.” The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her. You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy.

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn.

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight.

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.” Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that.

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...”

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest.

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c.

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father.

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.”

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?”

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him.

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly.

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice.

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.”

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze.

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal”

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.”

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.”

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat.

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear.

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion.

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly.

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?”

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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backandimbamon · 4 years ago

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Are you still taking Halloween requests for Bamon? If so, would you be willing to write a fic about Damon watching Bonnie having fun with her magic on Halloween or throughout the season? Like, making things float for trick-or-treaters, lighting candles, making lights flicker to spook kiddos. It's fluffy, but it can be spookier or hotter if you're inclined! If you're not taking requests, that's okay too! Happy Halloween! <:

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Damon had a chat with Bonnie- well, vent session really- about how he didn’t give a damn about Halloween. After a century and a half of witnessing angels and devils, he’d seen enough red and white polyester for a lifetime. Halloween was just gimmicky and trite and without any kids, what did it matter?

That was the end of September, and while Bonnie didn’t say much during his rambling, she’d hum her concession at every spare sentence distractedly.

By October first, Bonnie came over with puppy dog eyes and pumpkins, suggesting, (begging,) that they carve out “spooky” faces and hide the seeds in moist soil and well, he couldn’t deny her. Especially not after the puppy dog eyes.

“For someone who didn’t want to do this, you’re pretty amazing at carving pumpkins.”

You’re one to speak, Damon thought to himself as he watched Bonnie use the knife like a floating stylus, you’re carving without using hands.

“I’m brilliant at everything I do.” He stated confidently.

“Can I take my compliment back?”

“Nope.”

When they finished, Bonnie magically lit small tea candles and sat them in the pumpkin heads as lanterns during the nighttime.

“Show off,” Damon mumbled.

The light in her eyes made him think that this Halloween might not be so bad after all.

Damon realized very quickly what this whole ordeal was about.

Bonnie was no longer eighteen, or twenty-two, or even twenty-five; she was twenty-eight so it wasn’t far-fetched for him to assume that she was having a severe case of baby fever.

She was just coooing and awwwing a little too much at the kid’s costumes and took it upon herself to use her witchy powers as entertainment, and though she was fooling the stupid kids, Damon knew no “magician” could juggle blow pops in mid air.

“If you really want to use your powers, why not scare the living shit out of them?” He pointed a rigid thumb at the adorable kids behind his back as one dressed as Batman covered his mouth in surprise at Damon’s foul language.

“Ooo, he said a bad word,” one kid whispered to the next and quickly the gang of mini comic book heroes decided they preferred the “magician” over the vampire.

“Damon, please.” Bonnie sighed, then addressed the kids with a big smile as she extended a hand to send candy dropping into their bags out of their own accord.

“Oh wow, that looks so real!” A parent exclaimed.

“It is. She’s a witch.” The dad shook his head and laughed.

“It’s true. And I’m a vampire.” Damon extended his fangs and hissed for added drama. The kids, now fully terrified, ran off noisily and the beloved father only shook his head again and pointed a finger.

“You really almost got me there,” then he walked off to the next house.

Vampires and witches didn’t go bump in the night, only animal attacks did. Damon sighed.

“I might just stab myself and see what explanation they come up with when my body sews itself back together.”

“Please don’t.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“I don’t know- I can practically hear your ovaries about to burst when you see a baby in an idiotic costume.”

“That’s not true!”

“Bonnie you’ve got a whole side magic show…Care to explain?”

“I want to entertain them, Damon, is that so wrong? It’s Halloween for Christ’s sake,” he cut his eyes up to the ceiling, “get into the spirit.”

It was easier for him to be a little more festive when she really started scaring the older kids who were unimpressed with floating candy and making plants grow in front of their eyes.

They insisted it was special effects or hypnotism or this or that so when Bonnie made them hear a voice whispering in one ear and then the other, Damon finally developed a genuine smile on his face.

He could always advocate for a good punishment.

“Try not to enjoy this so much,” Bonnie teased.

“You first.”

They had just settled in, down to one bag of candy, The Nightmare Before Christmas on the television screen when Damon heard the last knock.

“I got it!” He called out to Bonnie who was in the kitchen of the boarding house throwing away the empty packages of sweets.

Damon’s breath caught in his throat when he opened the door to a pale little vampire with raven black hair. He looked up at him with crystal blue eyes and a smile missing his two front teeth.

“Trick or treat.” He declared, holding his bag out and open. By his side was a little brown-skinned girl with a black pointy hat and a broom.

“Bonnie this isn’t funny.” He called out.

“What do you mean?” And when she saw them she lost her breath too.

“No more candy, huh?” The little vampire asked with his left brow raised critically.

“You can’t just ask that, manners are important, Bennie.”

“Manners, shmanners. You’re not the boss of me, Dana. Who doesn’t have candy on Halloween?”

Bonnie looked over at Damon and mouthed, Bennie?

Dana? He mouthed back.

Before they could leave, she handed them the rest of the candy and Dana, ever so polite, thanked them graciously while Bennie trekked over to the next house.

Only when they sat on the couch with their bowl of popcorn did Damon speak again.

“Did we just enter the twilight zone?”

“Ya know, I think we did.”

For what it was worth, Damon felt a lot warmer than he had in years.

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imagine-that-100 · 4 years ago

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Why No Answer? | Part 2 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’re woken up in the middle of the night to find Alex drunk and high on your doorstep. Looking after him proves to be a tiring and revealing ordeal.

Word Count: 12.8k

Warnings: Angst (from the past) but lots of fluff.

A/N: So this was requested by the lovely @psychkunox, really hope you enjoy this. I don’t know what happened, but I got very carried away with the word count yet again sorry about that ahha. I would recommend watching the Restaurant scene from When Harry Met Sally either before or after you read. It’s quite comical and will give you more context. Anyway though, Likes, Reblogs, and Feedback is always appreciated, but thank you all for reading, I really hope you all enjoy xx

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“Al stop.” You scorn him in a whisper as he once again kisses the back of your neck as you stand in the queue for Space Mountain.

You really tried not to indulge in the feeling of his lips on your skin because it was an extremely addicting sensation. But you were in public, in Disney World of all places where everyone had their phones and cameras out, and the band were all standing in front of you in the queue.

“Alex.” You whisper shout again and pull yourself out of the hold he had on your hips when you felt him do it again.

You turn around and shake your head when you note the mischief in his eyes and the slight smirk gracing his pretty lips. You wanted nothing more to have them on your own in such a beautiful place but that couldn’t happen since you both decided you wanted to keep your relationship between yourselves for a while longer.

You were their photographer which meant that you didn’t want things to get weird with them on tour. And after you and Alex both decided to keep your relationship on the downlow when you initially started going out with each other, you sort of wanted to keep it that way, so nothing changed the dynamic of your group.

You were only 2 years younger than Matt and Alex, 3 years younger than Jamie and Nick, so you’d always been pretty close with them all. You thought of them all as your brothers as you were growing up as Alex had gone to the same primary school as you and Matt and they had been best mates since the beginning.

They met Jamie and Nick in High School along with Andy who was obviously initially in the band, before he stepped down and Nick took over. They had always been your family who’d taken good care of you and you knew just how lucky you were to have them all.

But obviously to them you’d always been Matt’s little, and sometimes annoying, sister. When they were 14/15 they all wanted nothing to do with you and you were certain Alex had hated you once upon a time, but that might have been because you were a 12 year old who’d started growing up having crushes on all of your brothers friends.

Thankfully they didn’t disown you completely as when you reached the less annoying age of 15, they didn’t seem to push you out as much. You liked hanging out with all of them, and you saw them more because they always had to come to your house because Matt couldn’t move the drum kit unless it was for a gig.

You’d always liked music as it had always been an escape for you. Like when the band were first starting out when you’d go up to your bedroom to escape the utter shit music they were making, and you’d have your Pulp and Blur records on.

There was a new band you actually introduced them too at the time which was The Strokes, which is comical in hindsight because if you’d never told Alex and Matt to listen to that record when they caught you humming along to Barely Legal, you weren’t sure Alex would have had the motivation to keep the band going and get it as big as they had become.

It wasn’t a secret that Alex’s hero was Julian Casablancas.

A few years later the band was getting bigger and the excitement in your household at them potentially making it big was intense. So much so that your Mum and Dad threw a party for them all when they got scouted and got the record deal.

It was at that party that Matt and Alex drunkenly agreed to let you be their photographer as soon as you were done with your photography apprenticeship. It was something they never forgot though and they did actually let you become their photographer.

So as soon as your apprenticeship finished in the summer of 2006, your 18-year-old self joined the lads on their tour. To say it was a dream come true would be an understatement.

Both you and Matt had loved photography your entire lives, stemming from when your Grandma bought you both a digital camera each one year for Christmas. Since then, it’d become your passion and your plan was to be a photographer anyway.

But being the photographer for Arctic Monkeys meant that you got to travel the world and see places you never thought you would, and you never got home sick because you already had your family around you.

You honestly adored your job.

In the breaks between their tours and them writing new material you would take other photography jobs in the years off, but that didn’t really happen for the first four years of them all being big.

Alex asked Domino if you could do their The Age of the Understatement tour too which you were surprised by, but of course you did it. A job was a job and you weren’t going to turn it down just because your brother wasn’t there.

Usually on the tours you’d stay in a separate bus from the lads because after the first week into the first tour you joined them on you saw what an absolute shit tip they all created. They were all revolting and all typical lads, being messy, every other sentence was a sex joke, and they were just revolting creatures.

To you it was genuinely a surprise they actually showered after every gig.

But thankfully with the years passing and being on tour busses became a constant for them instead of something new and exciting, they all got better. So, their Suck It And See tour was the first full tour you’d actually stayed in the bus with them.

Although sometimes you wished you hadn’t because that tour was where he met Breana and you definitely heard things you’d never want to hear again. You don’t know how the other lads weren’t scarred from the noises that came out of Matt’s bunk those nights.

All you had to say about it was thank god for earphones and ear defenders.

But you think it was on that tour that you started getting closer to Alex and the other lads. Mostly due to Matt being a love stuck puppy who spent most of his time with Breana but also because you didn’t want to burden him with your emotions.

About a month before the Suck It And See tour started in the February of 2011, your arsehole of a boyfriend texted you saying that he didn’t want to see you anymore. He was an arsehole for doing it over text and then not answering your calls afterwards, but he was an even bigger arsehole for getting with who you thought was your best friend as soon as the tour started.

Matt and the lads obviously knew about the breakup but due to them all having no social media none of them knew what your best friend had done to you. So, you cried about that betrayal in your bunk at night when you knew everyone else was asleep and you cried when you found moments of solitude.

They had enough going on with interviews and tours and you didn’t want them to burden them with your issues too. But that stopped when Alex walked in on your crying in the back lounge of the bus about a month into the tour.

Your ex best friend had just posted a picture of her and your ex who you still had the misfortune of having feelings for and you just crumbled. When you saw it you just couldn’t bear the thought of being around anyone else, so you slipped out of their presence and cried your way back to the tour bus.

Thankfully no one followed you in your time of crisis which meant that you got your uncontrollable sobs out of the way alone. But of course, someone came back to the bus and found you.

And that person was Alex.

He’d come back for another pack of fags needing the extra nicotine in the hours before a show. But all thoughts of that stopped when he heard crying come from the back end of the bus.

He walked past the bunks and opened the door into the back lounge to find you sat on the floor with your head buried into your knees and sobs were ringing in his ears. His heart dropped at the sight.

“Y/N what's wrong?” Alex asks, rushing over to you.

And when you didn't answer he called your name again. “Y/N?”

But you just shake your head and continue sobbing into your knees. So he begs, “Please talk to me, love”

He was kneeling down beside you, his hand coming to the back of your head as if to slowly coax you out of your hiding stop. And after stroking the back of your head for a minute, your head rises from your hiding spot but your eyes remain shut and you continue to sob.

Alex tries his best to coax you out of your sobs but you’re pretty much hyperventilating in front of him. After another one of the longest minutes of Alex’s life he manages to get you to slow your cries enough for words to fall from your lips.

“My life’s falling apart” You sob, still refusing to look at him. Your breathing is better but still erratic when you continue to tell him in a pain stricken voice, “I can’t carry on crying myself to sleep like this every night... I- I just want to feel normal again”

“What’s happened? Why are you upset?” Alex begs for you to tell him, ripping the tears from under your eyes.

The only thing that comes to mind is your previous relationship, so Alex asks, “Is it about your ex?”

You nod, tears still pouring down your eyes, “He’s taken everything Alex... My life is fucking ruined”

“No he hasn’t Y/N. You’re here, you’ve got us” He tries to assure you, but you just shake your head.

After a second you open your watery eyes and Alex can see how much pain they hold. They somehow contain even more when you speak the words out loud, “He’s going out with Y/B/F.”

Even Alex’s blood runs cold when he hears that. His words almost get caught in his throat when he asks, “What?”

You nod, sniffling a bit and wiping your own tears from your cheeks when you repeat, “He’s going out with Y/B/F.”

“Please tell me you’re joking” The words fall from his mouth before he can stop them.

You and your best friend had been together since day one, like you’d practically been friends since birth. You were practically sisters.

It was only the odd time Alex would come to yours and Matt’s house growing up and Y/B/F wasn’t there with you. You were the annoying girls he couldn’t escape.

Not that he still felt like that as you yourself had become a really good friend but back when you were 12 you were both so fucking annoying. But everyone knew that your and Y/B/F came as a pair.

You were the best of friends, and completely inseparable.

“I don’t think I’d be on the floor crying if I was joking Alex.” You whine, trying your best to stop your tears now someone else was with you.

You nod towards your phone that you threw on the sofa when you walked in the room and say, “Just look”

So Alex does. He takes your phone off the side and unlocks it knowing your password was your birthday and he quickly puts the numbers in and watches as it unlocks.

And his heart sinks at the proof that lays in his hands. There on the screen he can clearly see the picture of your best friend and your ex-boyfriend quite clearly together.

They were posed in the way couples typically posed for pictures and then there was another of them at the same party and they stood kissing, and Alex found it repulsive.

“This isn’t okay.” Alex looks up from the phone to see your head no leaning back against the settee, tears falling freely down your cheeks now.

You make no effort to look at him when you say, “I know.”

“Why didn’t Matt tell me?” Alex asks, a little confused.

Surely this was something that was to be at least hushedly whispered to the people closest to you.

“Because he doesn't know.” You say simply.

“Why?” He asks, locking the phone so you didn’t see the pictures again.

You told Matt everything these days. There was no point in secrets between you as you were adults and you cared for the other’s well-being.

You’d always been open with each other, minus the time that you went out to a party when you were 16 and came back with a series of love bites on your neck. All of the lads had been really shocked when you walked in a little bit tipsy with those on your skin.

Matt had been furious and a little disgusted knowing someone had been touching you in a romantic sense. So, it was no surprise to the other lads that when you were questioned on if something more happened, you pressed your swollen lips together and slipped up to your room denying that anything else had happened.

It was comical because it was clear to everyone else that it had gone further than someone kissing your neck.

Everyone took the piss out of Matt that night saying that someone had just taken his sister's virginity and it left the drummer mortified. But you always denied it to the full band until about 6 months later when Alex had asked you in the kitchen if you were actually lying or not.

Of course, Alex didn’t actually tell any of the others when you confirmed what everyone already knew. But that was the last time you’d ever lied to your brother.

So, hearing that your brother didn’t know about this shocking and frankly disgusting news in your life was concerning.

You looked up towards your brothers’ best mate and told him the truth, “Because I can’t ruin his time with Breana…”

You had to trail off because the lump in your throat was getting too much. So you swallowed it away before continuing, your voice still pained, barely above a whisper, “He really likes her and he doesn’t need to be worrying about me... She could be the mother of his children for all we know... I’m not ruining that chance because my life has fallen apart.”

“He’d understand Y/N/N.” Alex told you, once again leaning forward to wipe away your tears.

You shake your head, “It’s not fair.”

“And you think what’s happened to you is fair?” Alex questions, knowing full well that it wasn’t.

No one deserved this type of betrayal. Especially you.

You just started weeping again then and Alex brought you into his arms, needing to console you in a hug. Thankfully you didn’t resist his hug and Alex let you cry into his shoulder as you clung to him.

After a while of him rubbing your back and whispering you sweet nothings, he had to tell you, “You could have told me Y/N/N.”

You shake your head into his neck then, Alex could still feel the tears falling onto his skin. He just about hears you say into his shoulder, “You’re happy with Arielle, I don’t want you dealing with my shit either.”

“Your family, what hurts you hurts me” Alex tells you, “You’ve always got me Y/N… Always.”

After another five minutes of you both on the floor, Arielle walks in and is immediately worried seeing you sat on the ground crying into Alex’s arms. Alex just politely asked her to go and get Matt though which she did, and you didn’t oppose it.

You couldn’t deal with that on your own any longer and you were thankful for Alex being so kind to you. Your heart just fully melted in your chest later on after everything had been explained to everyone and he pulled you aside and gave you another big hug.

He whispered to you, “You’re going to be okay Y/N/N.” before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

The rest of that tour was filled with him making sure you were always okay and so did the other lads. But maybe it felt more personal to you when Alex checked on you because he was the one that found you.

It was him that just told you to cut them from your life completely and block them on everything as ‘they weren’t good enough for you anyway’. After you did that you felt better about your life. You’d cleared them from your Instagram, leaving no trace on your page that they were ever in your life and it was a difficult purge, but it definitely helped you in the long run.

The years without them in your life were tough but it had proven to be for the best in the end.

Because once upon a time you thought you were going to marry your ex-boyfriend, but now you were standing in Disney World with your boyfriend trying to steal kisses from you. And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You give your boyfriend of 4 months a warning look, but his eyes just held mischief. You had to remind him, “They are going to see.”

“Then let’s go somewhere else.” Alex says moving back towards you, and ushering you to move up the line a bit.

“After this we’ll try and escape.” You promise, but he was really shit at turning you down and you wanted it to be believable. “But you have to actually pretend you don’t wanna go.”

He rolls his eyes but sighs, “Fine.”

After Space Mountain you announced to the lads that you wanted to go see the Disney characters next which they all groaned at. You first of all pleaded with Matt to come with you knowing he wouldn’t before the rest of the lads and one by one they all dismissed you.

The last person you asked was Alex and he surprisingly put up a good fight until you ‘wore him down’ and got your own way. You spent the rest of the afternoon going round with him and getting pictures of the both of you with the characters and you got a nice lady to take a few pictures of you both outside the castle.

Those were your favourites, especially the one where he was kissing you.

As you were walking back to meet the others who were already back at the bus, you felt the need to tell him something which you’d yet to say. You didn’t think you’d find a better time than walking hand in hand in front of the Disney castle after one of the best days of your life.

So you pause your walk back for a moment to kiss him one last time before you make it back to the others. The kiss was sweet, just like the whole day had been, and you definitely felt like it was the right time to say, “I love you Alex.”

Immediately a smile found its way onto his lips, and he was practically beaming with joy. “You love me?” Alex asks you in a little disbelief.

“Yeah…” You nod, a massive smile on your lips “A lot as well.”

Alex leant down and kissed you again then, this time though his arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around in his arms. It caused you to giggle into the kiss a little but you loved it.

When your feet touched the ground again Alex told you, “I love you so much Y/N”

“I know.” You grin as he’d already told you once before.

Alex just chuckles at you, “Alright Han Solo” which made you giggle.

“I love you more than anything Al, thank you for making me happy.” You tell him wrapping your arms around him, needing a tight embrace just so he knew you meant every single word.

His arms obviously snake around you, making you feel secure in the warm hug. And your heart melts once more when he kisses your head and says, “I love you more Angel, thank you for letting me make you happy.”

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“Al.” You said attempting and failing to pull away from the kiss he’d trapped you in.

If you were honest, you really weren’t really putting up much of a fight to stop the kisses. You were in one of their many tents that this festival they were performing at had given them.

There was one for chilling out in, one that was essentially a bar, and a few more you’d yet to explore. But Alex had pulled you into one with the mass of beanbags in it and he wasted no alone time to have his lips connect to yours.

“Yes baby?” He says in his low voice and you could hear his hunger for you in his voice before he kissed you again.

It made your stomach flip as you knew exactly what he was thinking as you’d heard his voice like that many times since you started seeing each other. You both had to show some restraint though as anyone could walk into the tent, there was only a flimsy curtain between inside and outside.

You pull on his hair to make him pull away as you couldn’t do it yourself as he’d trapped you between him and a beanbag. Once his soft lips parted from yours, you told him seriously, “Wait until the hotel.”

“But I want you now.” Alex then pouts at you, confirming the explicit thoughts that were running through his head.

You tell him truthfully, finding his pout very cute, “And I want you, but I’m not shagging you in a tent.”

“Why?” Alex questions, looking around for a moment before his gorgeous brown eyes meet your Y/E/C ones again. He chuckles, “It's a really posh tent.”

You guess it was too post to actually call it a tent. It was huge for a start and looked very expensive. You definitely felt privileged to get to experience all of this with him and the band.

“Hun you had me all last night...” You shake your head whilst smiling like an idiot, “You can retrain yourself until we get back.”

“Not easily.” He pouts again and it makes you giggle which he once again finds adorable.

Another kiss is exchanged then but you don't let it get to what it just had been like. You stop it after he tries to distract you and deepen it again but you’re having none of it.

“You need to go or there gunna be like ‘what’s he doing in there?’” You say knowing he’d be asked to drink with them sooner rather than later.

Alex smiles knowing you’re right, but he chuckles when he tells you, “You know we have to tell them at some point, right?”

“Yeah I know, I just want as much of this tour to be as normal as possible.” You say, aimlessly stroking your fingers up and down the short hair on the back of his hair. You grin when you say, “I’d like to escape Jamie’s jokes for as long as possible.”

Alex just laughs then before he pecks your lips once more. “I don’t blame you Angel… But you can handle yourself. We’ll be fine.”

“I know.” You smile, feeling very content in this moment that you had with him. “I love you Al.”

“I love you too.” He tells you before he steals another kiss and gets himself up. “Do you want a drink?”

You shake your head whilst you get yourself comfy on the beanbag, also reaching to the nearby blanket to cover yourself with. “Nah, I’m good thanks. I’m gunna have a nap before the show.”

Alex smiles at you then, turning back towards you when he gets near the curtain to leave. He just stops by the curtain that divides him from outside and when he sees you getting curled up under the blanket.

He can’t help but nod and say, “Yeah.”

“Yeah what?” You ask looking back up to him standing there grinning at you.

Alex nods down at you in your cosy spot and continues, “Yeah, you were definitely meant for me.”

You grin like an idiot then before you tell him, “Love you baby.”

“Love you too.” Alex smiles and sends a wink your way before he heads out of the tent.

You can’t help but shut your eyes and snuggle into your new ‘bed’ with a massive grin on your face. But when you hear Miles say, “Oi Al, you dickhead. Come and have a shot.” you just start giggling.

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You were absolutely plastered, and it was really making Alex laugh. Even more so than it usually would because you were trying your best not to be obvious that you wanted his affection.

You were a clingy drunk which was absolutely fine, and all the lads knew that, but watching you slip up around him and having to make up for it with the other lads was really comical for Alex.

You’d just come over to Alex after you’d beaten him at pool and teased him for being shit. To which Alex was shooting digs back at you but all you did in response was laugh, call him a sore loser and ruffle his perfect hair up which you knew annoyed him.

So Alex had just forced your hands out of his hair by grabbing your wrists and stopping you from doing anything more. He gave you warning looks like he would have done any other time you annoyed him before you got together but you also noted the looks as a reminder of the secret that you’d set out.

That was what led you to sitting on Jamie’s lap and talking his ear off about Katie whilst playing with his wavy hair. He threatened you to get off it, saying he’d cut it all off which you at first drunkenly pleaded with him not too but then you changed your mind saying he could definitely pull off a Peaky Blinders cut.

Once off Jamie you went on to have some flirty banter with Miles as Nick and Jamie played pool. Alex was watching you with an amused look on his face as his best mate was teasing you about not being on the pull whilst being in a bar with everyone.

You came back with things like, “Aw Miles, I couldn’t do that to you. I know you’d cry yourself to sleep if I entertained anyone elses flirting besides yours.”

Alex also found your laugh adorable when Miles kissed you on your cheek and Matt told him to leave you alone and to stop flirting with you. It was times like that that made Alex glad his best mate didn’t know about the two of you yet.

But after Nick’s game of pool finished and Nick won, he was calling it a night, despite it being relatively early. It seemed that you knew your tolerance though and decided to head back to the bus with Nick.

So you then went around the other 4 lads who were staying and made a bit of an effort to kiss them all goodnight, Alex presumed so you could kiss him. Something which proved to be correct because you came to him last after kissing all the other lads, including your brother, on the cheek and came to give him one.

“Thank you for my drinks” You drunkenly smile at him and Alex grins down at you in an amused way.

“You’re welcome love” Alex chuckles at your tipsy state and you then force a hug upon him.

He obviously hugs you back but he’s aware of his mates looking so he doesn’t make it completely obvious that he’s enjoying the hug as much as he is despite him really wanting to. He wanted nothing more than to kiss your lips instead of you leaning in to kiss his cheek.

When you left his arms, he smiled at you and you moved back to your brother and made him give you a hug. Something which Matt did but not without a roll of his eyes, but Alex could tell it was a playful one.

“See you in the morning guys.” You say with a smile after linking your arm through Nick’s so he could help you walk back.

Everyone said bye to you then and their attention was on the new game of pool again. But whilst it was Matt’s go Alex let his eyes focus on you.

You were so cute, he wanted nothing more than to take you back to a hotel away from the others so he could just be with you all night. But Alex also understood why you wanted to keep it a secret for a while longer.

Tours were long, and he knew you’d both be bullied about it for a while from the others, which you were both prepared for. But you were due to be on the road for the next year with AM due out in September.

The plan was to tell them as soon as interviews back home started so you didn’t have to be around the joking for long. Alex was used to it after Alexa and Arielle, but he knew you weren’t, and he respected that.

So that was why he denied it when the lads began to question him on it about 5 minutes after you left.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks as Alex pots another ball into the pool table.

Alex grins thinking Matt was just fuming he was losing. As Alex moves around the table to eye up another winning shot, he says, “I’m beating you at pool

“No.” Matt shakes his head, earning eye contact from his best mate. “I mean with Y/N/N.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asks as he leans over the table to play his next shot, “She’s just gone back with Nick.”

“Don’t think he means that.” Miles grinned at him after he missed the tricky shot he’d chosen.

Alex raises his eyebrows in a questioning way, getting the feeling that people were catching on to how you were around each other.

And that suspicion is confirmed when Jamie says, “You’re very touchy with each other.”

“Touchy?” Alex laughs, as he watches your brother take another shot, “Jamie mate, she was on your lap earlier.”

“Yeah, but she keeps like teasing you and messing with your hair and shit.” Matt chips in with his observations after missing his shot on the stripped balls.

Alex rolls his eyes, “Matt, you literally fucked with my hair earlier today and Jamie did it yesterday... You all like to fucking annoy me by doing that.”

Alex continues to defend the both of you even though he wishes he didn’t have to. “You know what she’s like when she’s drunk, she doesn’t leave anyone alone.”

“He has a point; she didn’t shy away from me kissing her.” Miles points out raising his pint to the drummer.

Matt fakes a gag then and says, “Leave her the fuck alone Kane.”

“But she loves me.” Miles pouts, resting a hand over his heart like Matt’s words had hurt him. “You definitely want me as your brother-in-law.”

Alex smiles to himself knowing that he was now 6 months ahead of Miles in that category. God, he loved you. He could definitely see a bright future with you, and he had every intention to marry you one day in the years to come.

“I’d rather go to a Radiohead gig.” Matt says which earns a laugh from everyone, knowing how the hatred between the bands still hadn’t died out.

~*~*~*~

A month later you thought you were doing well. You were very careful around everyone after Alex told you about the questioning he got after the bar.

You were just normal with each other throughout the days, not overly interacting with each other. But when Alex’s eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder.

And it definitely helped that it was your job to take pictures of him. You could stare at him all day that way, even if it was through a camera lens.

Moments alone came when you’d stay in the bus when they went on nights out and Alex would venture back early meaning on nights like that, he actually got to give you goodnight kisses like he loved doing. Other moments took place when he would wander off at the multitude of festivals they were doing.

You’d say you were going getting pictures of different acts that no one else wanted to go watch. Alex would say he was going for a walk about 20 minutes later. Purely coincidence that you met up with him on his walk after you’d taken a photo or two.

Other times you snuck into each other's hotel rooms about an hour after you’d all gone your separate ways. But it was your nights in the hotels that you loved the most.

You got your privacy, and it was secure. The same as it was when he came to your house before the tour or when you went to his.

You loved being alone with him.

And tonight, all the other lads had gone out to a party somewhere and Alex had been faking an illness all day so he could stay in and they wouldn’t ask questions. They wouldn’t think it was weird you not going because you rarely went out with them.

They knew you valued your sleep too much.

So that was why you were alone in the back lounge with Alex tonight. And you’d honestly had one of the best nights being your normal cuddly selves.

You’d just watched a film with each other whilst being cuddled up on the sofa and you very nearly fell asleep in his embrace, but you weren’t wasting a full night alone with him. After the film you both went out and got yourselves a takeout from a place just down the road.

You made it into a full date night which was fucking adorable. After food, you coexisted normally for a little while, Alex letting you lean back against him whilst you edited your photos on your night off.

You were a pro at it after so many years, so it took no longer than an hour for the ones promotion wanted of them all. Alex was quite happily watching you edit the pictures of him and his friends as he absentmindedly played with your hair, placed random little kisses on your neck or on the back of your head, and at one point he even sang.

It was a really beautiful song, one that you’d only heard once before when he let you listen to the album when it was finished.

You only knew the title because he said it often in the song but having your boyfriend softly sing Mad Sounds into your ear as you worked you wished you could freeze time and appreciate it. His voice was amazing as everyone knew, but hearing it so close and so soft, it was hard to keep shivers from running down your spine.

“Such a beautiful song Al.” You smile closing your laptop as you’d finished what you needed to do and he’d finished singing.

You turn to him a bit more and he smiles back at you, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “Like you then.” Alex grins before pressing his lips to yours.

You smile into the kiss as the comment was very adorable of him, but when you pulled back bullying was in order, “You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.” Alex grins as you get up and put your laptop away, but you grab your small Lumix camera and come to sit back down.

You grin as you come and sit back down, this time straddling his lap so you could get a few close ups of him looking cute. You bring the viewfinder up to your eye and once you see his adorable smile on the other side of the lens you capture the perfection.

“I do.” You grin back at him.

You like that Alex never shies away from you when you have a camera in your hand. You knew after this much time that he trusted you with what you were capturing, especially in these moments together they wouldn’t be seen by anyone else.

“However…” You say, putting the camera down for a moment, “Me and your music are nothing alike.”

Alex frowns at you a little then, his hands running up your thighs, pulling you a little closer, “I think a certain track and our text message history would claim otherwise.”

You roll your eyes then knowing he was talking about Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? But when he grins at your eye roll you quickly snap another picture of him.

“I guess I shouldn't have got involved with a lyricist if I didn't want songs about me, should I?” You ask with a knowing smirk as you pull the camera away from your face.

You don’t bother checking it on the screen as it pops up, you already knew it would be a good picture. Not because you took it, but because it was of him and he was happy.

“No, probably not.” Alex chuckles as he takes the camera from you before raising it to take one of you.

You give him a pointed look after the photograph and joke, “You better hope you get to release your B-sides before Matt catches on.”

“I’ll be murdered, I have no doubt.” Alex grins and you burst out laughing at him being dramatic.

Alex thinks you look gorgeous though, so he raises your camera back up and you let him, not having a problem with him taking your picture. You smile at first but after he gets the first picture, he keeps looking through the viewfinder so you then puff your cheeks out jokingly and move closer to the camera.

Alex chuckles from behind it and he moves the camera from his face so you can both giggle together. He steals a kiss from you which you gladly accept, and you can't help but bite your lip afterwards.

He just looked so good. His skin was flawless these days and the fact that all of his fair wasn’t around his face anymore made his stunning jawline stand out. His brown eyes that were usually always hidden by sunglasses were shining brightly and the smile on his lips really showed how happy he was.

And seeing him happy made you happy. You could safely say you truly loved him. You’d do anything to keep you both as happy as you are now.

Whilst you’re deep in thought, Alex raises your camera back up to his eye which breaks your daydreaming about his features and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Smile for me Angel.” He asks and you do for one shot because he is pretty cute and pretty impossible not to smile at.

“Beautiful.” Alex confirms when he quickly looks down at the screen seeing the picture, he just caught of you.

“Like you then.” You use his own words against him with a playful smile.

Alex then puts your camera down to the side and with his newly free hand he cups the back of your neck and mumbles a ‘very good’ before bringing you in for a kiss. Playful and sweet were the only ways to describe it.

You just adored this alone time with him, sitting on his lap at the back bus, which was usually a very crowded area for you all to use, and you were kissing each other like it was just yesterday you got together. Everything still felt just as exciting and new and you never wanted his lips off yours.

You loved that it was you who got to run your fingers through his hair and pull on it when you wanted a kiss to carry on longer, like you just did. You loved the way his large hands held your hips, keeping you close to him.

But mostly you loved that he was always wanting affection. You’d not been in a relationship for a very long time so it made you nervous initially but there was something about Alex that you craved, and his affection was definitely one of those things that you were addicted to now.

You never wanted moments like these to end. But of course, that wouldn’t be realistic.

“I fucking knew it!”

You both pull away from each other to see Jamie with his jaw agape by the door. And your heart dropped to the ground.

“Jamie.” Alex says before Jamie can run out of the room.

“Oh I can’t fucking believe it.” He says, still stood there with his jacket in his hand but he looks like his whole world has ended. “I’ve gotta go get Matt.”

The panic in you rises then and you practically just off Alex’s lap and grab your intruders’ arm before he can turn back, “Jamie no, don’t.” You plead, pulling on his arm to come into the room.

He turns back towards you then and he lets himself be pulled into the room. His head is still baffled though which leads him to say rather loudly, “You’re shagging, aren’t you?”

Your eyes go wide at the volume of his voice and you scorn, “Jamie.” quietly as you pull him further into the room so you can shut the door once more.

His eyes go wide impossibly wider though and he gasps, “You are!” looking from you to Alex who was still sat down.

“Matt is going to fucking murder you.” Jamie chuckles looking Alex dead in the eye as you ensure that no one else is on the bus by looking down through the bunks (thankfully all the curtains were still open) to the front lounge and you saw no one down the other end.

“Jamie please don’t start.” You hear Alex say, evidently not wanting this to get out of hand.

You close the door and turn around to the still very shocked man and say, “I’ll explain just please shut up and sit down.”

So you did explain that you’d been seeing each other for months. Jamie was shocked because he only started to suspect something a month into the tour.

But after he’d let the information sink in, it wasn’t really so shocking anymore. Which is why you’d got onto the conversation of why it was still a secret after you’d been going out for months.

“You know he’d be fine.” Jamie tells you, sitting down opposite you both, trying to persuade you to tell Matt. “He wouldn’t actually kick off, you can both do what you like.”

“It’s not really just about Matt.” You tell him honestly from your point of view. “It’s about all of you making jokes and shit for months. I didn’t want that.”

“Y/N we wouldn’t do that.” Jamie says leaning towards the both of you from the other sofa, but you’re having none of it.

“Cookie you’re the worst one for it.” You say with a pointed look.

You then point to Alex, who you were sitting beside now and say, “I remember what you were like with him and Arielle.”

And it was a lot. They joked about it all the time to start with, and it was annoying for you, let alone Alex and her.

“Him and Arielle were different.” Jamie states, a little on the defensive side, but then he follows it up with, “You don’t make funny videos for a living, I actually respect you a hell of a lot for putting up with us.”

You shake your head and tell the tipsy, but now definitely more sober man, “You’re not that bad.”

“Oh, we are.” Jamie says and you laugh because you were just being polite.

They could be a handful sometimes if you were telling the truth. But you wouldn’t change anything about any of them. You loved them all because of who and how they were, and they were all your family.

Jamie follows up with, “I'm genuinely surprised you actually want to go out with him after knowing what he’s like.”

You giggle at that and just pout as you joke, “I know, but you’re taken Cookie, so I went for the next best thing.”

“Hey” Alex scoffs, looking towards you, pretending to be offended.

You and Jamie just laugh at him though, and you intertwine your fingers when you grab Alex’s hand to hold as a little apology. You’d be sure to actually swear to him that you were joking later though.

Jamie notes the gesture and he can see the little knowing smiles on your faces and his heart melts a bit for the both of you. You were both pretty cute with each other to be fair and the more that Jamie had been playing detective about it he thought that the two of you would be a pretty good match.

So he was genuinely happy for the both of you.

“And as for the jokes…” Jamie continues, causing the two of you to look back around at him. But Jamie looks at you as he says, “If it upset you, you know I wouldn't do it”

“I don’t mind the odd joke about me sucking his dick or whatever, but I’ll go crazy if that's all I hear about for the next year.” You tell him honestly.

You could handle jokes, it wasn’t anything new. They joked about your first boyfriend to Matt for the longest time and had done each time you got a new one.

You could take a joke. But not 24/7 like this tour would promise it would.

“Okay, never say that again.” Jamie pleads, the shocked look not coming off his face, but you and Alex just laugh at his reaction.

His head goes into his hands for a moment but afterwards he looks at you both and says, “Yeah, you don’t have anything to worry about, joke wise, until I get comfortable with this dynamic because that was strange coming from your mouth.”

“You’ve heard me say worse than that, surely?” You ask, very amused by his discomfort.

Jamie just blankly says, “Not about Alex… And you’re practically my sister.”

“Sorry Cookie. I’ve got a right to say rude jokes about my boyfriend when I want to. He can say ones about me but from your reaction I don’t think you want him to.”

He then looks Alex dead in the eye and begs, “Please don’t.”

You both just end up laughing.

~*~*~*~

You decided after that night that you would think about being more open to telling Matt about everything that was going on. Thankfully Jamie was quite respectful of the whole thing and actually kept your secret.

He didn’t make things awkward for you both either, if anything he helped you both out a lot. Sometimes when you were out with them Jamie would keep the others entertained so you could escape with Alex for a little bit on a ‘fag break’ which would consist of stolen kisses.

Other times when you were all out, Jamie would lowkey guilt trip Alex into going back with you early so no one asked questions which you loved him even more for.

During this month that Jamie knew though, you’d been trying to come up with a way to tell Matt. Because you weren’t stupid, you knew this couldn’t go on for much longer.

Each time you tried to tell him though something would happen which meant that you didn’t. Once you froze, unable to tell him because you just genuinely didn’t know how to.

It wasn’t exactly something that you could drop on him and expect him to be fine with. Your nerves probably didn’t help but other times when you worked up the courage to do it, other things would go wrong.

Matt was in a foul mood one of the times, so that was a no go. Miles and Nick came in and interrupted another time before you got the words out and it was like a never ending series of unfortunate events that stopped you.

Alex had politely offered to do it after a few failed attempts but you said that you’d be more comfortable doing it. Partly because you thought that you should be the one to tell your brother and partly because you knew Matt wouldn’t hit you.

But there had been multiple failed attempts since then so you thought that you may actually make it to the end of the summer festivals at this rate.

It was nearing the end of August now and you were all staying in a hotel again tonight as you’d got to the city they were performing in the day before the show. You were pleased because it meant another night in with Alex so after you’d all had your dinner downstairs you’d given him your spare key card for your room so he could come to you whenever he liked.

Alex told you that he was looking forward to using it and he was excited to spend another night with you. It warmed your heart hearing that and when he rang you at 9:30 saying he was just running to the shop to grab the both of you some snacks, he said he’d let himself in about 20 minutes when he got back.

And that is why you were a little surprised when there was knocking on the door about 10 minutes later. You thought that was fast for a start but you gave him the key card so you wouldn’t have to get up and answer the door.

“Come in!” You shout across the room hoping he would hear you.

It seems that he does but his muffled response is, “It’s locked.” when the handle doesn’t budge.

You roll your eyes and mumble, “That’s why I gave you a key.” under your breath as you get up off your bed and head to the door.

And you’re about to scorn him but when the door opens you don’t find your boyfriend. You find your brother.

“Hey.” Matt says, stepping into your room after the door opens.

You’re shocked by his presence but try and act as calm as possible when you say, “Hey, you alright?”

Thank fuck you were still dressed. And thank fuck Alex wasn’t already here because you didn’t want him to find out like that.

But then you realised he’d be here in 10 minutes or so. And that made you want to get Matt out as quickly as possible.

“I’m fine, are you?” Your brother asks once he picks up the complimentary chocolate that the hotel had put on your bed which you were saving for later.

Any other night you would have ripped the shit out of him for coming in and doing that but now was not the time. You were borderline panicking as you were about to be caught out. But you try and disguise that as best as possible.

“Yeah, great thanks.” But really you’re just thinking, Shit.

Your brother asks you, “What do you have planned for tonight?”

Thinking on your feet all you can come up with is, “Just editing more pictures.”

“Fancy blowing it off and watching Netflix with me?” Matt questions and you all of a sudden feel really guilty that you want him to leave as much as you do.

You pull a little bit of a face at his question and try to carry on your lie, “Oh, I would but I’m honestly not feeling all that great after tea, so I was just gunna get an early night after I’ve done a few more pictures.”

“Funny that.” Your brother states when you turn away from him to grab your laptop from your bag as he sits himself down at the end of your bed.

You move towards the little desk that was in the room though and ask, “What is?”

“Alex isn’t feeling too well either.”

Well shit. You were too alike for your own good, coming up with the same excuses without telling the other.

“Oh?” You question, shitting it at this point, so you just open up your MacBook to distract you. “Maybe it was something we ate downstairs?”

All your brother replied was, “Doubt that because I had the same thing as you both.”

You choose no response as your best response and just continue to pull up a picture of Matt you hadn’t finished editing on photoshop yet. Being creative always eased your nerves so hopefully him watching you edit a picture of him would distract him.

“Y/N.” Matt says, trying to gain your attention.

You instead just carry-on messing with the photograph and suggest, “Maybe you should go check on our friend bro, could be being sick for all we know. Wouldn’t make for the prettiest show tomorrow”

“Y/N…” Matt says once more, and you know he wants you to look at him.

So you do and you see your brother sat on the end of your bed, looking at you. He asks in a serious yet calm tone, “Is Alex really ‘just a friend’ anymore?

Well. You guess you didn’t have to find a way to tell him anymore.

You sigh and shake your head, “No.” and as you close your laptop you tell the truth, “He’s a lot more.”

Matt can tell you’re serious straight away just by the way you were looking at him. And it makes him shake his head a bit in disbelief. He says calmly but in a tone that worries you, as he also runs a hand through his hair, “I knew it.”

“Please don’t be angry Matt.” You all but beg as you turn in your chair towards him more. “It’s my fault we didn't tell you sooner... I didn’t want things to be different with the group, so I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret.”

“You know you didn’t have to do that, right?” Matt has to ask you, feeling awful that you felt like you couldn’t tell him something. “I just want you to be happy... Al’s practically family so of course I want the same for him.”

“I know, I’m really sorry…” You trail off for a second, “It just got to a point where I didn’t know how to tell you and when I tried to things always got in the way.”

Matt nods completely understanding that. At least you wanted to tell him.

“When did it start?” Is the question Matt asks you next.

“New Year’s Day” You say quickly before wincing a little, hearing that it has been 8 months out loud.

You felt so bad.

Matt is shocked by that news too, “That long...? Really?”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling awful, “I’m sorry.”

Matt ends up asking you a few more questions after that which were pretty much big brother sort of questions, making sure Alex was treating you right and stuff like that. Thankfully this had all gone very plain sailing and Matt was happy for you like you both knew he would be.

And he had forgiven you for not telling him for so long too which was a big relief. It felt like a massive weight off your shoulders.

So much so that you had to get up off your seat and give him a hug. Matt stood up for the embrace, so you got to hug him properly and it was such a lovely warm hug that you felt like you hadn’t had in such a long time.

Halfway through that long hug though, both you and Matt hear the door to your room unlock. You press your lips together and wince a little knowing exactly what is about to happen.

“Hey Y/N/N.” You hear Alex say from somewhere behind you and you let go of Matt and both of you look towards Alex now closing the door, not yet noticing the situation.

After he closes the door though, he begins to say before he turns towards you, “I got you thes- oh”

Matt smiles though seeing your favourite flowers in his best friend’s hand. You can’t help but smile at the sight of them too, and his face falling realising Matt was here was a little funny too.

He looked a little scared.

“I’m glad you’re treating her right Al.” Matt tells him, and Alex struggles with his words for a second and he looks to you for help.

“I just told him.” You nod confirming it out loud for him.

Alex’s eyes go from you back to his best mate then and he starts, “Listen Matt, I’m sor-”

But Matt interrupts, “No no I don’t need an apology.” He shakes his head, “Just don’t fuck it up.” He then looks between the both of you, “Either of you... Because that would make for a really awkward tour.”

You smile at that and say, “I don’t plan on doing, and I know he doesn’t either.”

Matt grins at you then and he looks back to Alex and takes a few steps towards him. He points a finger to his chest and says very seriously, “Make her cry Turner, and I'll castrate you.”

Alex slowly nods, “Noted”

Matt must then break into a grin because Alex does too, and your brother then heads over to the door.

Matt turns back towards you and says, “Have a nice night love birds.” and walks out with a grin and he shuts the door behind him.

Both you and Alex stay silent for a second looking at the door almost in disbelief that the thing you’d both waited 8 months to do, was now over. Alex turns around to look at you and you’re both just awkwardly smiling at each other.

Alex puts the plastic bag filled with snacks down on the table he was standing beside and says, “Well you could have pre warned me.”

You shake your head, “I didn’t know he was coming. But he asked me to watch Netflix with him and apparently I gave the same excuse as you.”

“Oh fuck. Clever, aren’t we?” Alex chuckles a little and you nod in response.

Alex holds up the flowers he got for you and you can’t help but smile, “Well, I was hoping to surprise you with these, but you definitely won on the surprise front tonight.”

You giggle at that and you lean up to kiss him after taking the flowers from him, “Thank you my love.”

You briefly put them down whilst you say, “At least we don’t have to stay away from each other anymore.”

“Never going to let you go now Darling.” Alex chuckles before picking you up in a hug and spinning you around. You can’t help but giggle.

The next morning you both ventured downstairs to have breakfast with the others and found that they were all there waiting for you at your table with knowing looks. You and Alex just had grins on your faces knowing Matt would have gone around and told them all before you even got the chance.

They were all of course happy for you but of course you got some jokes and some questions. Jamie had got a bit used to it now, so he was starting with his jokes in private to you but when you sat down, he asked the both of you, “Suck his dick last night?”

“Wow, you’ve been waiting for that one, haven’t you?” You laugh, sitting yourself down next to him, immediately reaching for the menu so you could see what was on offer for breakfast.

The table obviously all laughed, and it was all fun and playful as you imagined it would be. You were glad Matt wasn’t cringing at all the details that you were giving out, as it was things like how far back moments happened, like when Alex asked you out officially and stuff like that.

All of the lads seemed really happy for you and even some of your other friends that were a part of the crew were shocked but buzzing for you. Alex got loads of people saying, ‘You better treat her right’ which made you laugh a lot.

But thankfully it was business as usual, just with the addition of getting to hold his hand and kiss him the odd time when you wanted. You’d rather most of your affection be in private though so not much had really changed on the social front.

Even when you were trying to be discrete about it, you didn’t find it too hard because you were still just the same Y/N and Alex. You’d been friends for years, so the dynamic shift wasn’t all that drastic.

You both were just the same friends that you could walk next to each other and it just be normal. You didn’t have to be touching each other all the time, you’d go walk with Miles or Nick and just go spend time with Alex every now and then.

You were glad that things never felt too different.

You guess the only thing that marginally was different was the first night back on the bus after you’d been staying in the hotel. You were all heading to bed and when you came out of the bathroom after changing, you headed to your own bunk, but then realised you didn’t actually need to.

Alex’s bunk was the top bunk in the middle, so you walked right past your own and straight to his. He was just in his boxers like most of the lads usually were when they slept on this bus.

“Hey.” You say with a big smile.

“Hey.” Alex grins, his messy hair almost falling into his eyes. He makes you smile when he says, “Was just about to come kiss you”

“Vile.” You hear Miles gag from the bunk directly below and you look down at him and frown.

“Miles, he kisses you... What are you on about?” You question, not understanding.

They were literally always touchy feely with each other which you thought was cute and adorable. They’d always been great mates and were close enough to actually perform together using one microphone.

So it made you laugh when Alex lent down over his bunk to say, “Little offended there mate.” to his friend.

Nick bursts out laughing at your backchat and Alex’s hurt and you chuckle along before you glance back to your boyfriend. Once his head was the right way up again you smile at him.

“I can join you for the night now, right?” You ask him and you love the smile that comes to his lips.

He nods, “Course you can.”

So Alex shuffles back in the bunk, enough for you to comfortably jump up and once you lay beside him you can’t stop grinning. It definitely felt weird to be in a bunk with him for everyone to see but it definitely makes you happy, even if it was a tight squeeze.

“Hi” You grin at him as he’s on his side, his back pressed to the wall of the bunk, looking down on you.

“Hey beautiful.” Alex says before he leans down and kisses you.

You of course kiss him back but after a second you quickly part so you can reach down to the curtain and pull it closed. You doubt that Nick wanted to watch from the bunk opposite.

As soon as your lips were back attached to Alex’s though you hear Nick whisper shout to everyone, “It’s starting!”

If your eyes were open, you would have rolled when but you just try to keep the smile off your lips, so you don’t ruin the kiss. And thankfully you both controlled yourselves enough to hold your smiles so you could indulge in a very nice kiss.

“If I hear anything come from that bunk, you don’t want to know what will happen.” Matt calls out loudly and you break apart from the kiss to laugh.

It seems like everyone else found it comical too, but it was even funnier when Jamie asked him, “What are you gunna do? Cry?”

“Fuck off Cookie.” Your brother says back, and you chuckle at that too.

You and Alex keep your curtain closed as the rest of them chat away and you get yourselves comfortable in the bunk. You are basically cuddled together in the bunk, with the duvet over you both, you still on your back and Alex tucked into your neck as he lay on his side.

You were glad you didn’t feel like you were about to roll out of the bunk, so it definitely made sense you were that way around. That and Alex quite liked to pick his head up every few minutes and trap you in another kiss.

A trap you certainly didn’t mind.

Usually when you all got in your bunks, curtains would stay open as you would all chat to each other and one by one curtains would close until you were all knackered and pass out until the next day. So, it wasn’t a shock that tonight you were all talking for quite a while, you and Alex just chatting to each other quietly in your bunk, liking the privacy that the curtain provided.

But after about 15 minutes someone shouted your name, popping yours and Alex’s bubble.

“Y/N?” You hear Jamie call you.

You smile knowing a joke was bound to come your way and respond, “Yeah?”

“I’ve got a question for you.” He informs and you can practically hear him smiling.

You grin at Alex and shout back to Jamie, “Okay, go on.”

“You know because you’re a photographer... Does that mean you take pictures of you and Alex in the bedroom?” Jamie asks teasingly and your immediately roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop you from playing along.

“Shit.” You say jokingly loud, “How do they know?” You scorn Alex jokingly and he’s just silently laughing.

“Matt.” You call and joke, “Maybe don’t go through that SD card tomorrow.”

Earlier on he asked to see some of the pictures after the gig tonight and you said he could look through them before you started editing them tomorrow.

“I’ll burn it” Matt says back, and you just start silently giggling.

“What are you both up to in there?” You both hear Nick ask.

Alex says in a teasing voice, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Both of you have another few kisses in the time between those jokes and the next time you were heckled. But you were just cuddled when they next started joking.

“They are very quiet up there.” You both hear Miles say.

You shake your head and Alex sighs a little as you hear the rest of them chuckle.

“You doing good? You getting it up, Al?” Miles asks and you both feel him punch the top of his bunk, subsequently the bottom of yours.

You aren’t surprised when Alex doesn’t grace him with an answer.

“Very quiet indeed.” Nick laughs, more than likely looking down at Miles so they could share a laugh.

Jamie seems to jump in then with, “They are definitely biting their tongues.”

“Fuck off all of you.” Matt gets defensive but that just makes it comical.

You decided to upset your brother then by pretending to be annoyed when you scorn them, “You’re all really ruining the mood.”

Alex chuckles at that then, even though you weren’t doing anything. That is what made it funnier to him though.

“Sorry, do you need silence for Alex to get you off.” Jamie asks and it makes you roll your eyes at the question.

You reply, “No.” as an idea comes to mind.

“So you don't mind us carrying on talking then?” Miles asks teasingly. You can practically hear the smirk.

You backchat with, “Not if yous don't mind some noises too?”

“Fire away Hun.”

You brother almost shouts in distress, “No don’t. Both of you stay very fucking quiet.”

Jamie defends you both then, “Oh right so it’s alright when you and Breana fuck but when it’s Alex and Y/N you’re suddenly a prude.”

An argument starts out then with Matt defending himself and then Jamie defending you and so on and then it becomes a big thing. But you find it quite funny that Matt is getting annoyed, so you decide to make your own joke too.

“Al” You whisper, and he looks up at you for you to ask him, “Have you ever seen When Harry Met Sally?”

“Yeah, I watched it with you on the last tour.” He whispers back, reminding you.

You remember him doing now. You’d all had a movie night on the bus during the Suck It And See tour and because you were a little depressed they let you choose the film and you chose that one because it made you laugh.

“Okay, good.” You smirk knowing exactly what you were about to do.

Your boyfriend doesn’t yet get it though, so he asks in a whisper, “Why?”

“Alex” You say a bit louder, a smile you couldn’t hold back drawing to your face.

“What babe?” He asks you and you have to close your eyes, so you don’t break and start laughing.

You try to make your voice sound sultrier and you fake moan louder, “Oh god.”

At that though the boys arguing dies down as Alex whispers, “What are you doing?”

You hold your laugh and, “Alex.” falls from your lips in a breathy moan. And it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Y/N, fuck off.” You hear your brother shout, clearly not amused.

You however come straight back with a very load moan of, “Alex fuck.”

“Matt I’m not touching her.” Alex shouts and you open your eyes to see Alex propped up to the side of you, looking at you like he was scared.

You don’t give it a second thought before you gasp even louder, “Right there Al”

You can hear Miles cackling below you both and you don’t let up with the moans you’re making despite wanting to laugh too. Next you raise your hand up to the ceiling of the bunk as if you’re using it to brace yourself, “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” You plead in a desperate way as you look to your mortified boyfriend.

“Y/N shut up.” Alex whispers, but it just makes you carry on more.

The fake moans fall from you lips, filling the bunks with your pleads and gasps. Alex is still mortified, but the laughter coming from Jamie, Nick, and Miles just fuels you on.

You go fully Sally Albright on them. A series of loud moans leave your lips like:

“Yes Alex yes!”

“Faster.”

“Oh god.”

“Don’t stop!”

Alex shouts over your loud voice, “Matt, I fucking swear I’m not touching her!”

The way you moan, “Fuck Al” seems to just dismiss what Alex said straight away though.

“Stop!” Matt shouts back, obviously angry now.

You immediately contradict in a fake moan, “Don’t stop!”

“Alex!” You all but scream as you bang on the ceiling of the bunk again a few times.

You go to take it a step further, but you’re apparently not allowed, “Fuck, Alex plea-”

Your boyfriend puts his hand over your mouth so you can’t carry on. However, you just start dramatically fake moaning, and it sounds a lot dirtier because his hand is over your mouth.

You carry on until you get a rise out of Matt despite Alex pleading with you to stop with a scared look on his face. But you know your brother was about to stop so you just looked at your boyfriend’s gorgeous brown eyes and carried on.

And before you know it Matt is swearing getting himself out of his bunk and the curtain of yours is practically ripped open. As soon as you see sight of your brother you stop the fake moans completely as if it never happened.

Alex holds both his hands up in the air as if he’s being held at gunpoint. Matt can quite clearly see you're fully clothed and have a massive shit eating grin on your face.

“Damn that was good, thanks Al.” You joke to your boyfriend but you’re looking at your brother.

Matt holds up a finger at you and warns, “You’re on very thin ice right now.”

He looks angry and embarrassed all at once. He’s bright red but looks absolutely fuming so you can’t stop your laugh.

You giggle questioning, “Why because you know your best mate can fuck your sister?”

Jamie bursts out laughing at that and you crumble into a louder laugh.

“Stop it.” Alex gasps, playfully hitting your shoulder once again looking petrified as he glanced from you to your brother.

“I don’t need to hear whatever that was.” Matt scorns you and you’re very quick to give him some backchat.

“Did you just admit to us all that you’ve never given Bre an orgasm? Because if you don’t know what those sounds were then I feel sorry for her.” You joke back trying to be cocky.

Jamie’s laugh echoes through the bus and you can hear Miles cackling from below. You could see Nick gasping for breath in a fit of laughter and Alex gasps in shock from beside you.

“You need to fuck off Y/N.” Matt gives you one more death glare before he stalks back to his bunk.

“Oh pull the drum stick out your arse!” You say getting a little annoyed at how your brother couldn’t take a joke. “You better hope our hotel rooms are never next to each other.”

“Shut the fuck up. I won’t tell you again.” Matt says as he gets back into his bunk and shuts his curtain in a strop.

“Aw…” You pout turning back to Alex in your bunk. You give him a quick kiss and then joke, “Better save the next orgasm for the next hotel Darling.”

“I’m begging you to stop talking.” Alex shakes his head, still looking at you a little shocked that you’d actually done what you just had.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Matt.” You giggle, and you say louder so the bus can hear you, “He’s not that scary... Just gotta bring up the time he shat himself when we were in the bat house in Chester Zoo and he quietens right down.”

You all hear Matt shout, “Fuck off!”

You and everyone else on the bus, bar Matt, started laughing then and you were still giggling away when you cuddled yourself into your boyfriend's body. Jamie and Miles begin to applaud you during their continued laughter which just makes your giggles difficult to silence.

Alex is still half shocked as he cuddled you into him, loving your humour but not actually believing you just faked an orgasm that loud on a tour bus surrounded by all your mates and your brother. He shakes his head and kisses the top of yours before telling you, “You’re gunna be the death of me.”

“Least it’ll be a fun death.” You joke and Alex laughs.

“You’re right.” Alex chuckles when you look up at him. You're grinning like an idiot and Alex tells you, “I love you, you psycho.”

“Love you too, weirdo.” You grin and proceed to kiss him sweetly.

After the kiss though you actually want to go to sleep in your boyfriend's arms peacefully. So despite Nick, Miles, and Jamie all still chuckling away, you turn back towards the curtain to redraw it and as you do you catch Jamie’s eye.

You wink at him before drawing the curtain and Jamie wolf whistles, which has you and Alex giggling away together as you cuddle yourself into him once more. You kiss Alex once more before playfully calling out to the others who were still laughing, “Night boys”

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Thank you for reading x

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Eleven: Love - SMUT

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person’s relationship with his son. You’ve heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You’ve felt his pain and anguish and you’ve never been able to relate to anything more. But things don’t come easy for you, and they certainly don’t come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, cunningless, tit play, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, food and drink mention, emotional because we’re nearing the end, a family being brought together and our favourite soft, sad dad loving his son and, well… you.

Word count: 4300>

REBLOGS APPRECIATED.

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Just entering Black Gold Cooperative again, when you thought the previous night would be your last, drew tears to your eyes. This extensive size office was the place you’d first journeyed too upon venturing to the world of man. The building meant more to you than you had first realised, and it held so many amazing memories of self discovery. Your eyes flicked between the velvet sofa where you had once slept on, and the plants that peppered each corner of the lobby. They were vibrant and filled with life, symbolic of new beginnings. Now, the only magic in the air was love. You could feel it, Maxwell could feel it, and from the way Alistair perked up as you sneaked up behind him, he could feel it too. Love truly was the most powerful thing.

Seeing the way Alistair ran into his father’s arms, and the way he squeezed Max so tight -- like he was afraid to let him go, was enough to make your heart melt into your chest. “Daddy! You’re back!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Did you win?” He asked, his dark brown eyes glittering with hope. Alistair tugged on Max’s dark blonde shaggy hair as he waited for a reply.

“Yeah buddy, I won,” Max chuckled breathlessly. With those two words of affirmation, Alistair burst into tears. You took a step back as you watched the interaction, sensing how high the emotion was. You knew that Max had waited for this day to come for a long time. “No no, don’t cry. You should be happy.” Max cooed apologetically, his eyes widening as he tried his hardest to comfort his son. You were no longer a Goddess, and you had been stripped of your powers, but you could still feel the compassion between them both. And it was beautiful.

“I am happy,” Alistair choked out in between sobs, pulling back to look at his father. Max wiped away Alistair’s tears and offered him a weak smile. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.” Alistair confessed, nuzzling his face into his father’s chest.

Max sniffed and pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead. “I’m going to redeem myself for everything, Ali. I know… I know I’ve done terrible things and made big mistakes, and I really am a pretty messed up loser but--”

“No,” Alistair cut him off, his tone chaste. “Daddy, you’re a winner. Thank you for fighting for me.”

“Always,” Maxwell hummed, picking up Alistair and cradling him in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

***

Maxwell drove, and Alistair insisted that you sit in the back of the car with him. You obliged, unable to ever refuse the bright eyed little boy. Alistair’s small, clammy hands squeezed yours and he watched intently as you gazed out the window, entranced by all the things you passed. There was still a lot you had to get used to, but it brought you comfort knowing that now, at least you had the time. There was no pressure to return back to Themyscira. D.C. was your home. Wherever Alistair and Max was, you were home.

Alistair nuzzled his head into you and closed his eyes, feeling completely content with your company. “I like your new outfit.” he hummed, his fingers tracing your glimmering gold belt.

“You do?” you asked curiously, and felt Alistair nod against you. “You know Ali, I sorta prefer the normal clothes.” you shrugged, and caught Maxwell smiling in the reflection of the rear view mirror.

“I like this,” Alistair admitted. “You look like a superhero. Like… from my comic books.”

“You don’t need a fancy costume to be a hero, Alistair,” you said, tapping his chin so he looked up at you. “Your dad is proof of that.”

***

Maxwell dropped his keys on the side table by the front door when the three of you returned home. “Are you guys hungry?” he questioned, scratching the back of his head. After a day in court, he’d worked up quite the appetite, he must admit.

Alistair grinned and nodded his head. “Starving! Can we get pizza? Please daddy, oh please can we get pizza?”

“Hmph,” Maxwell grumbled, displaying a faux annoyance before bursting into an adorable grin. “I suppose so. Since it’s a day to celebrate.”

“Yay!” Alistair cheered, running into the living room and jumping on the sofa. By the sounds of it, he’d found the remote control for the television and turned on one of his favourite kiddie TV shows.

Walking over to the telephone, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the many mirrors in the hallway and frowned. He was happy, but Gods did he still look a mess. The blonde in his hair was rapidly fading out and he was in desperate need of a trim. He’d been neglecting his biotin supplements and forgetting to moisturize, and oh, his tired eyes. You caught him hyper analyzing his appearance and approached him from behind. Pressing a kiss into his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist, you sighed.

“What are you thinking about?” you wondered out loud.

Maxwell swallowed. “I just… I’m not the man I once was,” he ran his fingers through his hair and gestured down to the power suit that he’d worn to court. “I’m not Max Lord anymore. Not this… big oil tycoon businessman. Not on TV anymore. This whole thing is a facade. It’s not me. And everytime I look at myself… I’m reminded of all the mistakes that I made,” he admitted quietly before taking a shaky exhale. “It’s fine,” he quickly backtracked. “Guess I’ll just have to suck it up.”

“The worst part is over, Max. And you’re a survivor,” you told him, taking his hand. “The world can forgive you, but it means nothing if you can’t forgive yourself. You need to learn to love yourself.”

“Will you help me?” Maxwell asked quietly, a nervous tone prominent in his voice.

You offered him a warm smile. “That’s why I’m here,” you reminded him sweetly. “To help.”

Maxwell turned around to face you fully and placed a hand on your cheek. You swore, in that moment and under his touch, that you had forgotten how to breathe. Max might not have been able to see it, but he truly was so beautiful. The gold in his former life may have been gilded, but the gold in his heart was pure and authentic. And now, it was all yours.

Maxwell pulled his tie off his neck and shuffled out of his suit jacket. “I think it might be time for me to hang up this tie for good.” Maxwell sighed sadly, running the patterned silk material between his fingers.

“Do you want to?”

Maxwell paused for a moment. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve worked so hard to get here… I just can’t give Black Gold up.”

“Then don’t.” you whispered, shuffling your body into his. He snaked an arm around you and sighed even louder.

“It’s not that easy, darling. I don’t have the money to keep it going.”

“I won’t let you give up on your lifelong dream, so… we’ll figure something out. Maybe you’ll have to downsize. If oil isn’t making you any money then maybe… you might have to specialise in something else. If the past week has proved anything it’s that all our problems can be figured out through the power of love. And you have that. Right here,” you maneuvered his hand and placed it on your heart before pointing your free hand into the living room at Alistair. The door stood slightly ajar. “And right there.”

Maxwell smiled. “There’s a thing, here. In the world of man…” you could tell he was about to start rambling about Goodness know what. He looked up slightly, avoiding your eye contact as he talked. “Where two people… love each other, a lot. And so they make a promise to dedicate themselves to one another. Asking you to be my girlfriend sounds a little childish,” Maxwell chuckled softly and your eyes widened when you realised where he was going with this. “But I guess… if you wanted…”

“I do!” You said quickly, cutting him off before he could even finish.

“You do?” Maxwell asked, truly stunned that you had agreed so fast. He couldn’t believe someone as magnificent as you would love him back, let alone want to be with him. He never thought he was deserving of love, especially after everything that had happened. If Maxwell had never met you, he would’ve been certain that he’d grow old, cold and alone.

“I do.” you confirmed, grinning and pressing your lips into his.

The genuine smile that was on his face when he pulled away was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. More beautiful than the sands and oceans on Themyscira. More beautiful than the landmarks and caves in Athens. It differed to his television smile. This was one hundred percent authentic. This was Maxwell Lorenzano. “I’m going to change into my pajamas,” you announced. “And I’ll bring Ali upstairs with me and have him get ready for bed.”

“Okay,” Max acknowledged, still grinning. “I’ll set the dining room table for the pizza.”

You guided Alistair upstairs and followed him into his bedroom. You sat down on his bed, and pulled him down to sit next to you. “I told you I had a gift for you, from Athens.” you smiled and watched as Alistair’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes!” Alistair cried out, bouncing up and down.

You detached the lasso of Hestia from your tunic and placed the rope gently in his hands. “This is my lasso of truth. Remember that one night when I met Julianna and Theodore, and I came to visit you? And I showed you how it worked? Do you remember?”

Alistair nodded slowly. “Yes. You told me the lasso wasn’t powered by you. It was powered by the truth.”

“That’s right,” you confirmed, your heart swelling at how Alistair had retained that piece of information. “The lasso is important to me because it was a gift from my mother. And now, I’m passing it down to you. I didn’t get this in Athens, but it is from Athens originally. I hope my lasso will be a constant reminder for you to always tell the truth, and always see the good in people.”

Alistair’s jaw was agape and he was struck with awe as his fingers traced the magical rope. “I love it…” he whispered.

“I’m glad,” you smiled. “It’s very powerful Ali. Who knows, one day you might be able to use it.”

“And I can be a superhero just like you…” Alistair grinned before biting his lip. “And just like my daddy.”

“Exactly. Just like your daddy. C’mon now, I want you to go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Then we can go order our pizza, okay?”

Before you left his bedroom, Alistair called your name. You sensed hesitancy in his voice, almost like he was nervous. “Can I… can I try out the lasso... on you? Maybe?”

You wanted to ask him why the child might possibly want to do that, but then you realised, he was probably just curious. So, you obliged, and held out your wrist. Remembering how you’d shown him before, Alistair wrapped the rope around your arm and took a deep breath.

“Do you love my daddy?” Alistair asked, after taking a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Will you promise not to leave him, ever?”

“I promise.”

“Would you mind if… if… I called you mommy?”

You felt warm tears prick the corners of his eyes. A mother. It’s everything you had always wanted to be. You were the goddess of home and hearth. The urge to one day have a family was in your nature.

“I’d love that, Ali.” you admitted.

Alistair pulled the rope from your wrist and enveloped you into a tight hug. “Okay. Because I love you mommy.”

“I love you too.”

***

“What do you want?” Maxwell asked his son, pen in hand. He’d been scribbling down the order, the businessman in him wanting to have everything planned out before he made the phone call.

“Pineapple pizza! The biggest one!” Alistair exclaimed gleefully, stretching out his arms. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ali, you won’t eat it all,” Maxwell frowned. You nudged him, as if to say, ‘let him have this’. “Okay,” Max sighed. “The biggest pineapple pizza. And what do you want?” he asked, turning to you this time. You furrowed your eyebrows together, taking another look at the menu that had been passed around the dining room table.

“How do I know what’s good?”

“Well, not pineapple.” Maxwell grumbled.

Alistair gasped, unable to believe the words that had just left his father’s lips. “Don’t listen to him,” Alistair said, grabbing your hand. “Daddy is wrong. Pineapple pizza is so delicious. Will you try some of mine?”

You squeezed the little boy’s hand. “Sure,” you agreed. Maxwell swore his heart melted everytime he witnessed interaction between you and his son. It was so pure, it was like you and Alistair had known each other forever. Granted, you’d known the little boy longer than you knew Maxwell. The day you woke up in the park felt like yesterday. “What do you like, Max?” you quizzed, eventually giving up on the menu.

“Pepperoni, I guess. I don’t eat pizza much.” He admitted sheepishly. Before you could reply, Alistair’s voice made you jump up in shock.

“Boring!” He called out. Max shot him a playful glare and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be rude!” Maxwell chastised, wiggling his index finger, and you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

“He’s like you,” you pointed out. “Always has something to say.”

“My son.” Maxwell declared proudly, pulling Alistair into his lap and ruffling his dark hair.

Just like Max had anticipated, Alistair couldn’t eat the large pineapple pizza. In fact, he’d fallen asleep on the sofa after only two slices, a Star Wars blanket draped over him and a stuffed toy curled tight into his chest.

“Alistair asked me if it would be alright if he called me mommy,” you admitted quietly as Maxwell gathered the plates and empty glasses. His head snapped to face you the second the words left your lips. “I told him yes. But I figured… maybe you should have some say in it? I don’t know.”

“It means a lot to me that Ali can put his faith in you, and that he sees you as his mother. But this is a big deal. Family is for life and I don’t… he’s already lost one mother. I don’t want him to lose you too. So of course, it’s fine by me. As long as you promise to always be a mother to him, no matter what.”

“Always,” you whispered in reassurance, cupping Maxwell’s cheek and gazing into his dark eyes. “I promise.”

“I believe you,” Maxwell replied, kissing you on the forehead. “I should take him to bed.”

“Let me handle it,” you replied, stretching before leaning down to pick up the sleeping boy and cradling him in your arms. Clearly, somewhere down the line, you had forgotten you had been stripped of your powers and you were now a mortal. You let out a yelp. Once able to carry Alistair easily, you were now struggling. You wobbled slightly and Max hurried to your side to hold you and help you keep your balance.

“You okay?” Max asked, quirking an eyebrow. “He’s heavier than he looks.” you gasped, already a little breathless.

“Wanna trade?” he quizzed, raising a plate.

You mumbled a ‘yes’ and passed Alistair over to his father. “I’ll do the dishes and meet you upstairs.”

***

Max was still with Alistair by the time you had finished up the dishes and headed to the bedroom. You sat by the dressing table, brushing out your hair, and looked at the pile of discarded armour sat in the corner of the room. Maybe one day it would come of use, but for now, this was it. This was the start of a new life where you didn’t need no Amazonian armour. With Maxwell and Alistair, you had all the protection you could ever need.

“Hi,” Maxwell whispered, padding into the bedroom. You turned to face him and smiled. “I’m glad to be home… now… with you. Glad this is all over.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and began to rub them affectionately. “Me too.” you replied warmly, leaning into his touch and nuzzling your head into his chest. You closed your eyes in contentment. Every second you spent with Max, you spent wishing it would last forever. Although you knew better than to make a wish.

“Are you tired?” Max pondered, smoothing out your hair and admiring your face.

Pushing back your hair and admiring your beauty was up there with one of his most favourite things to do. Your eyes looked like home, your lips tasted like home. You were home.

“Mm, no, not really…” you confessed, staring at the image of both you and Max in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. But Max’s gaze was fixated only on you. “Actually. I had an idea, since you know, we’re celebrating and all,” you confessed after a brief moment of comfortable silence. Maxwell raised a curious eyebrow and waited for you to continue. “Remember our first night back in Athens when we…” you trailed off and glanced over towards the bed.

“Yeah.” Max answered, already breathless from the thought.

“I liked it a lot.” You admitted bashfully as you reminisced on your first time with Maxwell.

“Me too.” he agreed.

“So do you want to do it again…?”

Max didn’t reply with words, but instead he pulled you up from the stool that you were sitting on and twirled you around so you were facing him. He crashed his lips onto yours and let his large hands freely roam your back, desperate to feel every inch of your body. He’d been waiting to do this again.

Without breaking away from the kiss, you pushed him towards his bed and climbed on top of him. You straddled his hips and began to run your hands over his chest, leaning over and kissing along his jaw and down his neck. Feeling his cock already hot and heavy, he cursed under his breath, dipping his hand under the hem of your silk nightgown and smirking upon finding that you weren’t wearing any underwear. He slowly slid his thick fingers between your folds, causing you to gasp at the sudden bolt of pleasure that ran through you. His thumb began to circle your clit and you dug your fingers into his shoulders as he worked at your bundle of nerves.

He loved to look at you and watch as your face twisted in pleasure. He liked to know you were feeling good. His fingers were like magic, and he truly had a golden touch.

“Want you to cum on my fingers, okay?” Max asked, increasing the speed. You tried to push out a word but just came out as a mangled moan. You nodded your head, feeling your cunt desperately clench around nothing and your thighs tighten as you neared orgasm.

When you came undone, Max’s dark eyes gleamed with desire and pride. He pulled his fingers from under your nightgown and placed them on his tongue, sucking your arousal from his own digits.

“You taste amazing baby,” He praised, unable to contain his smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied back with a smile.

Both you and Max made your way over to the bed, stripping yourself out of your clothes and intertwining your bodies together.

“I don’t ever want this moment to end.” you confessed with a shaky exhale as Maxwell squeezed your breasts, peppering kisses down the valley of your chest.

“It doesn’t have to, princess, we have the rest of our lives to spend together.”

There it was again. The dumb nickname he’d called you from the day you first met. You’d insist that you weren’t a princess, and by no means royalty, but to Maxwell, you were. You were his princess. A rose stuck amongst a bush of thorns. You were the epitome of hope, beauty and love. And you were all his.

So the nickname grew on you, and you’d come to like it.

You felt the tip of Maxwell’s cock tease against your entrance as he swiftly rubbed his length up and down, between your glistening wet folds. By the time he pushed himself inside of you, just the scrunched up look on his face was enough to make your stomach erupt into butterflies. The crinkle in between his eyebrows and the way his perfect lips parted into an ‘o’ shape as your walls clamped around him.

“Fuck, you-you’re so tight,” He gasped, the Adams apple in his neck prevailing as he tried to swallow away his desire. “Always so tight. So per-perfect. Good girl. Such a go-good girl.” he praised, a small strand of dark blonde hair falling out of place and crossing his forehead.

You shuddered at his words.

“Look at me,” you begged, and he obliged, his chocolate coloured eyes snapping open. Despite the glaze of lust that seemed to cloud his vision, he was able to fixate on you, spending a few moments adoring your face -- the face he fell in love with -- as he remained seated deep inside you. He was stretching you open and Gods, it felt delicious, but you needed more. You desperately needed more. “Move, please.” you whimpered, bringing your hands up to cup his face.

Maxwell began to rock his hips into yours, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. He leaned over you and pressed his forehead against yours as he picked up his speed. “Don’t be too loud,” he warned quietly, his warm breath fanning over your ear.

It wasn’t long before he felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Shit,” he moaned, squeezing your shoulder to signify that he was close. “Neither of us are protected-- fuck, I need, I need to pull out.”

“Mm, no, no Max. Keep going. Don’t stop.” You begged, your fingers tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You could get pregnant.” he rasped out, suddenly remembering you were now a mortal.

“Would it really be so bad?” you asked, and your question alone was enough to throw Maxwell over the edge.

Would it really be so bad?

You had a point. Max had never imagined having any more kids. Hell, he’d never really planned on having Alistair. But times had changed, and he was so in love with you. He figured -- maybe kids were something he could give another go at. Little mini you’s running around the house would simply be so adorable. And who better to have children with, than the goddess of home and hearth? Having a family was written in your destiny. It was always meant to be. Given the time and the place, the prospect of having kids, getting you pregnant… it just felt right.

The start of a new life… both figuratively and literally.

Of course he was certain that this was what you wanted, and evidently, you wanted it to. But the idea of seeing you swole and round, carrying his children… well that was a whole different thing.

“Fuck princess, you’re gonna look so good carrying my baby.” Maxwell grounded, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You felt your orgasm wash over you, and your walls clamp around his cock. That was enough to push him over the edge.

Maxwell came inside of you, and he made sure to cum deep, too. Once he’d regained his breath, he grabbed two pillows from his side of the bed and propped them under your butt so the lower half of your body was higher than your upper half.

“What are you doing?” you giggled.

“Making sure not a drop of it goes to waste,” Maxwell replied as he pressed sloppy kisses along your inner thighs.

And when he caught a glimpse of his seed beginning to spill out of you, he plunged his index finger and pushed it back in.

“I love you so much.” You whispered as Maxwell smoothed out your hair and kissed your lips.

“I love you too, darling. And I can’t wait to embark on this new life together.”

You pondered for a moment, relishing in the comfortable silence before you brought your index finger and pointed it towards Maxwell. “Life is good, but it can be better.”

Maxwell was trying his damn hardest to fight the grin that was edging to cross his lips. How could one person be so adorable?

“It can always be better.” he whispered, bringing his hand down to your stomach and kissing you again.

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