Summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it?
Beginning Notes: I was thinking about @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s fic challenge when I came up with this, but Bali sadly wasn’t on the prompt list. Still hoping that this'll do as good as Sandcastles.
Tagged: @bragisrunes @demon-of-the-ancient-world @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @batmandallyboy (hmu to be added to any taglist!)
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This summer holiday has been nothing short of awful. First, you catch your partner cheating on you two weeks before you’re supposed to fly, then you find out you can’t get your money back, and then, a wheel broke off of your suitcase. It’s a wonder you even made it to your resort alive.
Now, you’re at the pool, nursing a Mojito in hopes of soothing your heartbreak. There aren’t many people around. Most of them are probably going out. An elderly couple is suntanning across from the pool, there’s two kids throwing a ball in the shallow area and a guy at the bar that looks weirdly familiar. He’s practically devouring his chicken wings and you swear you know him.
The second you start looking away, the two of you make eye contact, and he gives you a bright smile, before returning to his wings.
It happens a few more times in the following days. Each time you see him, there’s this feeling you know him. But from where?
On your fifth day there, you eat dinner at the hotel’s buffet. You haven’t gone out once, either moping at the pool or your room. What’s the point without any company?
You grab this and that off the buffet, only avoiding the shrimps that look a little gray and the chocolate you’re saving for later. At your table, you’re completely alone, and you feel like you’re back in high school.
The stranger walks in, which confuses you, because you’ve seen him leave this hotel with a blond man a bunch of times while you were still lying at the pool. He hasn’t eaten here while you were there, not once.
Every table around you is deserted, and he still makes a beeline for yours. You send a silent curse to any god there might be but put on a friendly smile.
“Hey.” He says. “Saw you sitting all alone, and I thought I’d join you.”
“Hi.” You reply.
“I’m Hvitserk, by the way.” He tells you, holding out his hand. You pause. Hvitserk isn’t a common name, and you’ve only heard it once in your entire life.
You’re sitting on the beach near your parents, trying to save this sad sandcastle when you hear a shriek. Turning around, you see a blond girl your age throwing a crab into the sand after picking it off her leg, before running after a tall boy who’s laughing with sibling-appropriate malice.
“Hvitserk!” she screams. Behind her, a boy with dark hair cackles loudly, before the boy next to him elbows him.
The boy that is being chased runs up to you.
“You have to hide me!” he says, sitting behind you. “My sister is crazy!”
The blond girl that was chasing him isn’t impressed, crossing her arms to show that she can still see him, before she stalks off. You spent the rest of the afternoon ‘hiding’ Hvitserk and building more sandcastles. At some point, the darkhaired boy that was his younger brother crawled over, critizing your castle.
Third-grade you was crushed and immediately entered a sandcastle building contest with him, with Hvitserk as judge. For the rest of your stay in Spain, you and Hvitserk were inseparable.
Quickly, you shake it. “Y/N.” you reply. “Are you from Norway?”
“Yeah, I am actually.” Hvitserk says.
“That’s pretty far.” You comment.
“What about you?” Hvitserk asks.
“I’m studying in Australia, so Bali isn’t too far.”
“You’re really familiar.” Hvitserk blurts out suddenly. You laugh dryly.
“Does that line usually work for you?”
“No, I’m serious.” He insists. “Were you in Spain for summer vacation? Like in elementary school?”
“No fucking way.” You say. “You’re Hvitserk Lothbrok?”
He nods, and your mouth falls open. “Oh my god. I thought I’d never see you again!”
“Fate works in mysterious ways.” He says, making his voice a little too deep to be serious.
“How are Ubbe and Ivar? And Brynhildr and Aslaug?”
“They’re all good.” Hvitserk says. “But Brynhildr is actually called Sigurd. He’s trans.”
“Oh so he’s the blond guy I thought was your boyfriend.” You reply. Hvitserk grimaces.
“Ew, no! He’s my brother.” Then, he smirks. “Wait, have you been stalking me?”
“No.” you protest. “Well, maybe a little bit.”
“Are you saying I’m goodlooking?” Hvitserk asks, casually taking a fry from your plate.
“I’m saying that I’m heartbroken and bored. And yes, you are semi-attractive.”
Hvitserk makes an insulted noise. “All these years of friendship and you call me semi-attractive.”
You laugh, sliding your plate to him, which he happily accepts.
“Fine. Hvitserk, you are so hot and sexy that you’re making me forget why I ever dated my ex in the first place.”
“Good.” Hvitserk says. “What are you doing in Bali anyway?”
“Non-refundable one year anniversary trip.” You grimace.
“Ouch.” Hvitserk nods sympathetically.
“What about you?” you ask. It’s nice catching up with Hvitserk. He’s exactly like you remember. Well, maybe a bit more flirtatious.
“Yearly Aslaugssons trip. Except that Ubbe has a kid on the way and doesn’t want to miss his daughter’s birth.”
“I haven’t seen Ivar around.” You comment.
“He’s kind of turned into an edgelord so he refuses to leave his room to tan. Sigurd’s out with his fiancé today, and I wanted to cheer you up.”
“Did I look that sad?” you ask. After a pause, Hvitserk nods, before you both burst into laughter.
“You should come with us tomorrow. I’ve convinced Ivar to come along for drinks and tacos, and he’s taking his girlfriend. Sigurd’s taking his partner. Why don’t you come as my date, so I’m not alone?”
“I don’t know.” You say. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“Ivar and Freydís will be very preoccupied, but Sigurd’s partner is a treasure. They’ll love you; I promise.”
You think about it for a second. It could be fun, and your ex cheated. It’s okay to go as a platonic date for Hvitserk three weeks post-breakup.
“Please?” Hvitserk asks, making puppy eyes at you.
“Fine. But only because you let me win against Ivar when my sandcastle was falling over.”
***
Why are you feeling so nervous? It’s only a night out with an old friend of sorts. You’ve put on the dress that was meant for your anniversary dinner, a long bodycon dress that makes you feel pretty even now, when you’re feeling out of sorts.
You kept your makeup simple because Hvitserk casually forgot to tell you the dresscode, but it doesn’t matter because you managed to tan enough that it made you look just a little bit refreshed.
Hvitserk knocks at your door right on time – which surprises you. You’d think that Ivar would be perfectly punctual, and Hvitserk ten minutes late at the very least, but he’s there, and he’s smiling brightly, just like he did when he was still a kid.
“Hi.” You say, grabbing your purse off the desk and closing the door behind you. “How’s your day?”
“Getting better and better.” Hvitserk jokes, and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m serious, you’re looking good.” He insists.
“I better. Spent at least an hour overthinking this dress when I bought it.”
“Yeah. Would be a pity if the dress went to waste.” Hvitserk murmurs, before he lets you out of the room and leads you to the entrance of the resort. There, Ivar and Freydís are already waiting.
“I thought Hvitserk was talking shit when he said that the Y/N was also in Bali.” Ivar greets you. He’s standing upright now, supported by legbraces and crutches.
“Still salty about my sandcastle being better than yours?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes.
“Mine was clearly better. I’d say the judge was only a bit partial.”
“Freydís.” His girlfriend introduces herself.
“Y/N.” you answer. “Where’s Sigurd?”
“Him and Gale are already there. They said they wanted to enjoy the music a bit before Hvitserk begins ordering the entire menu.” Ivar replies. Hvitserk snorts, absentmindedly grabbing your hand as the four of you start walking. You blush furiously, but don’t let go. Not quite yet.
The restaurant is right at the beach, and a stranger comes bounding up as soon as you cross the threshold.
“You guys are just on time.” They announce. “Sigurd wanted to start ordering appetizers, even though that’s clearly Hvitserk’s assigned job.”
They go around hugging everybody and hug you too. “You must be Y/N.” they say.
“Yeah.” You reply.
“Sigurd told me you gave him your dessert once after Hvitserk ate his while he was in the restroom.”
“That was only because he braided her hair so nicely.” Ivar says sarcastically. So Sigurd and Ivar are still always fighting. You think.
Gale leads you to the table, where Sigurd is talking to a waiter. He hands Hvitserk the menu blindly, whose eyes immediately lights up. Ivar was right – Hvitserk orders six out of the eight appetizers on the menu.
“How are you going to eat all that?” you ask.
“My stomach knows no bounds.” Hvitserk replies. You all sit down, and Sigurd hands you a drink.
“It’s good to see you.” Sigurd greets. “I ordered a Mojito for you. Hvitserk mentioned you were obsessed.”
“Good to see you too.” You reply, before you turn to Hvitserk. “I am not THAT obsessed with Mojitos.”
“Yeah, you only had them each time you ordered from the poolbar.”
“Who’s the stalker now?” you fire back.
Appetizers come and go, as well as the main course, and Hvitserk keeps true to his promise, devouring everything that comes near his plate. At some point, Gale decide that they are full, and Hvitserk happily accepts their plate.
You catch up with Sigurd, since Ivar is making hearteyes at Freydís, who is talking to Gale and Hvitserk. He tells you all about the things you missed since Spain. From Ivar’s braces and his transition to Ubbe and Bjorn setting the BBQ on fire during a family reunion.
At the end of dinner, everyone except Hvitserk is stuffed, and getting ready to head back to the hotel.
“You and Y/N should stay, have dessert and catch up some more.” Freydís suggests, throwing Ivar one of those looks that only your longterm partners or siblings can understand. However, Ivar’s mouth not-so-subtly tugs into a smirk.
Before you can protest, all four of them are gone, Ivar handing Hvitserk some money for the check, who happily accepts while reading through his dessert options.
“Let’s share.” He suggests
“Share food? With you?” you say, only half-joking.
“We shared your fries.” He reminds.
“That wasn’t really decided by me.” You laugh. He hands you the menu, pointing out both options. In the end, you go for lava cake with vanilla ice cream, and Hvitserk scoots closer as the waiter brings a last round of drinks, courtesy of Ivar.
“I’m actually getting hungry for dessert.” You tell Hvitserk. What you don’t tell him is that all those drinks have made you slightly tipsy and Hvitserk is starting to look even better than before.
“And my stomach knows no bounds?” Hvitserk asks. You groan, leaning back against him.
“I think eating even more is a shit idea, but I really love lava cake.” You admit. Hvitserk puts an arm around you, and you don’t mind at all.
“Did you know I had a crush on you in Spain?” Hvitserk suddenly blurts out. You sit back up, staring at him.
“What?” you ask.
“It’s true!” he insists. “Honestly, I can understand younger me perfectly.”
You laugh, but you feel yourself growing nervous – in a good way. For a moment, you think back to your ex, but honestly, the feelings for them haven’t been very strong for a few months already.
“So you’re saying you have a crush on me now?” you ask. Before Hvitserk can answer, the waiter sets down the dessert. You both dig in, and holy fuck – it’s good.
“I take it back, eating this is a great idea.” You say between bites.
“I might have a crush on you now.” Hvitserk says after swallowing his first bite. Surprised, you cough, some of the cake getting stuck in your throat. Hvitserk smacks your back, until you can breathe again.
“Couldn’t that wait until I had swallowed?” you ask, your eyes teary.
“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. Want me to kiss it better?”
You had forgotten how forward Hvitserk was.
“Uhh...” you mumble. “Sure?”
He leans forward, softly kissing you. You almost protest when he pulls back. You finish the dessert in comfortable silence, and on the way home, Hvitserk holds your hand again.
Dutifully, he drops you off at your hotel room, but before he can go, you pull him down to kiss him. After a few seconds, Hvitserk deepens the kiss, and holy fuck, he was an amazing kisser. Out of breath, you break apart.
“I’ll see you at the pool tomorrow?” you ask.
“Yeah.” He says. “I guess I should go to Bali more often, if it turns out like this.”
I've posted! Life has been a mess, and everything. But have a fic as I crumble 😂
AO3: Here
Warning: Aliens, NFF, Egg pregnancy
The large room is warm and filled with blankets. When Peter had woken up here, at first he was confused until he remembered where he was. King Anthony's bridal chambers, on planet Tylus. An Avenger mission went wrong, and they started a war with this alien race. Until King Anthony stood, and made everyone freeze in place. The alien king towered over everyone, and at that moment Peter wanted to hide. He didn't get the chance to run, because the King spotted him and made him walk up to the throne. Now, peace between the Tylians and the humans will come, if Peter had agreed to be King Anthony's Mate/Wife. Not having anything to return to Earth for, Peter agreed. Now, he lies in a giant nest of soft things, waiting for the wedding prep to start. Large doors open, and in steps two aliens. One with short gray hair, and one with long white hair.
"Hello, our Queen. How was your rest?" A woman's voice floods Peter's mind. Ah, the one thing he forgot to mention. None of the Tylians know how to talk. Everyone communicates through telepathy.
"Well, thank you. May I know what you're called?" Peter responds, moving to the edge of the giant bed.
"I am called Ned, and she is called MJ. Ready to be bathed and dressed to our traditions?" A male voice sounds in Peter's mind. The curly-headed male nods and takes a blue hand and a silver hand to get out of the bed.
"Ready as I'll ever be. I do have a question, though. How does reproduction work with Tylians?" The human male asks, following the two Tylians to a hidden bathroom.
"The Dominant partner lays eggs inside the Submissive partner fertilizes the eggs and carries them until it's safe to lay them." The woman with Silvery skin, MJ answers, starting the water for a bath.
"Submissives are smaller than Dominants. We are your help because we are Submissives as well." Ned adds. Peter hums and nods, walking down into the bath, squeaking when it lights up. As Peter settles into the bath and lets his mind wander about the planet he's now going to call home. Tylus is an unusual place. The surface of the planet is lush and full of life. However, under the surface, there are cities, and amazing structures. The castle is one of Peter's favorite places. He hasn't really been allowed to leave it since he's agreed to the marriage. A lot of his time has been spent in the bridal chambers.
"You're very pale." MJ comments, her voice in Peter's head making him look at her. He chuckles and shrugs, knowing that his skin is very different from theirs.
"On Earth, this is normal. To me, your skin tones are very different. However, I like it. Your planet is very different from where I am from." Peter explains as MJ's hand comes up to brush against the dusting of freckles on his face.
"Very beautiful." Ned sounds before wetting Peter's hair. Peter hums and his eyes flutter close as his hair is washed, the hands carefully working through the curls. Another set of hands begin washing his body, and Peter relaxes. He lets Ned and MJ work on what they need to.
When he feels the sensation of being picked up, does he open his eyes. MJ carries him to a large round mirror and sets him on a circular pillow. Steady hands dry his body before they move to his hair. He watches as Ned pulls out the wedding outfit, and paints. The dress is a pale blue, and very see-through. Lace panties are set next to him, with the words King's Wife on the ass. After Peter's hair is dry, and looking neat, Ned and MJ start painting gold symbols on his body.
"What do the symbols mean?" He questions, watching as one large symbol is painted onto his stomach.
"The smaller ones stand for Loyalty, Love, Obedience, Trust, and Faith. The large one on your belly stands for Fertility." MJ answers her voice echoing in his head. Peter nods in understanding, knowing that the culture seems to care a lot about children and the future.
The next step is him getting dressed, which is interesting as they help him dress. The panties are first, and they hug his ass. The dress is next and when Peter sees himself in the mirror, he's glad he has panties on. You can see every single thing through this dress.
"The ceremony is almost ready to start. We have time to put jewels on you." Ned states, making MJ grin. Peter watches as Ned pulls a black box from a secret spot in the wall. There's a jeweled collar and a crown in the box. A long silver chain is in the box as well.
Peter watches as the chain necklace and the crown are placed on his head before the box is closed and put in a different hole in the wall. Peter wants to ask where the box was sent but when the doors open, revealing Bucky and Steve, he knows that it's time to start the wedding. He takes a deep breath as it hits him. He's getting married to an Alien. A King.
"Ready, Peter?" Bucky asks, and Peter nods as he grabs onto the metal arm. Ned and MJ lead the way to the grand hall in the castle, and Peter focuses on his breathing. As the music begins to play, the two heroes begin the walk down the aisle. Soft caramel eyes lock with deep gold eyes, and the King stands straighter.
"We could get you out of here. Sneak you back to Earth." Bucky whispers. Peter smiles softly and pats Bucky's arm. He slightly shakes his head.
"No. I will be okay here. Now, I have a wedding to do." Peter answers, just as they reach King Anthony.
The wedding ceremony passes by in a blur, and before Peter knows it, he's sitting on King Anthony's lap for the celebration feast. Humans and Tylians mingle and talk as music plays, willing the somewhat quiet room.
"How does my bride feel?" King Anthony asks, shocking Peter when he actually talks.
"Oh my God, you can talk. How?" Peter squeaks, his eyes wide. Anthony chuckles and kisses Peter's forehead softly.
"I can talk because before I became King, I went to Earth and posed as a human. I learned a lot there. Sadly, I had to return before I could learn as much as I wanted to." Anthony answers, his voice husky and low.
"Oh... As for an answer to your question, I feel fine. A little tired, but nothing too bad. Maybe I'm a little nervous about tonight, knowing that we have to complete our marital duties." Peter states, shivering when a large hand rubs his thighs.
"Have no fears... I won't hurt you." Anthony whispers, nipping at Peter's ear. Peter shivers at the warm breath that brushes against his skin. The hand on his thigh slips higher, Anthony's thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of his thigh.
"Keep rubbing my thigh like that and I'll be begging to go to bed." The human male whispers, making the Tylian King chuckles lowly.
"Maybe that's my plan. Maybe I want to get you to our bed so I can claim you completely. Watch you grow round with my eggs inside of you, knowing only I can get you pregnant. " Anthony growls in Peter's ear, making the human squeak.
"Are we allowed to leave early?" Peter asks, turning to straddle Anthony's lap. He gasps softly when he feels a large bulge under his ass, giving him a slight idea on how big the Tylian King is.
"We are... Shall we go?" Anthony states, his large hands grabbing Peter's ass.
"Take me to bed, My King." Peter giggles as Anthony stands up. The hall falls silent as the King and Queen leave, heading to their bed chambers.
Peter doesn't focus on his surroundings as Anthony walks through the maze of halls. The steady movement created by Anthony walking, and Peter's tempted to fall asleep. However, he knows that he can't, because tonight is important. Turning his head, Peter catches sight of large doors that seem like they're made out of black crystals. The doors slide open when Anthony waves his hand before a hidden rose within the cravings, and Peter wiggles to be set down. This room is far larger than the other that he was staying in. The bed appears to be in a sunken part on the floor, with a mass pile of blankets, pillows, and other soft things. The bathroom is attached, and open to the room, revealing a far bigger bathtub than earlier.
"Why is everything so big?" Peter breathes out, making Anthony chuckle as he makes his way over to the clear crystal doors.
"Because I am so tall. Come, see the view that we have." The alien King rumbles, holding out a hand for Peter to take. His pale skin stands out well against the deep maroon skin of King Anthony. Peter gasps at the view, and the strength that the king holds. Stepping out onto the balcony, Peter takes in the sight of the underground city. The setting suns are seen through a clear crystal to the right, and the silver ocean as well. The city slowly grows dimmer as the suns set, and Peter is in love. He doesn't regret his choice to stay here.
"This is amazing... I love this... Anthony, this is breathtaking." Peter whispers, turning to look up at the Tylian King. Deep gold eyes lock with soft caramel brown, and Peter's heart skips a beat. This man is staring down at him as if he was holding the whole world.
"I am glad that you decided to stay with me... Call me Tony." He states, before slowly leading Peter back inside the room. Peter shivers as the doors close, and he presses closer to his husband, his head just under Tony's chest.
"Kiss me?" Peter asks softly. Tony leans down slightly and pulls Peter into a soft kiss. Pale arms wrap around a deep maroon neck, making deep maroon arms wrap around a pale wait covered in a pale blue dress. The kiss deeps slightly when Peter squeaks when He's pressed against the wall, his legs coming up to wrap around Tony's waist. In that moment, Peter's glad that all Tony is wearing is golden pants, his torso painted with runes, the symbols, as well.
"I want this dress off of you." Tony's voice sounds in Peter's head, making him moan softly. Dirty talking just got a lot more interesting to him. Peter pulls out of the kiss, wiggling slightly so Tony can set him down. Tony lets out a low rumble, a sound that makes his chest light up as Peter's set down.
"You light up?" Peter gasps, touching the light, which makes Tony's golden eyes grow darker. Deep maroon hands grab Peter's making him look up at his husband.
"I do light up. Every Tylian does, however, this is special and only Mates can see it. You will be the only person to ever see me like this." Tony states, his voice sounding deeper. Peter blushes softly, glad that this is a secret between them. He slips his hands out of Tony's hold and reaches up. The alien king takes the hint and pulls the pale see through blue dress off of Peter, leaving the human queen in his panties with the words King's Wife on the ass.
"Are you sure that you're ready for this? Because once we start, I won't stop until you're round with our future children." Tony husks, stepping back. Peter smiles softly and slips into the bed, before looking up at his husband.
"I am ready. I am here as your wife and Queen. Take me and fill me." Peter answers, smiling as Tony slips into the bed as well.
"What kind of King would I be if I denied my Queen?" Tony growls, more of his skin lighting up. Peter grins and pulls the King on top of him, their mouths inches apart.
"A terrible one. Now, breed me, my King." Peter breathes before kissing Tony roughly. The kiss is rough, deep, and when a slick tongue slides into Peter's mouth, he squeaks slightly. Tony's chest rumbles at the noise Peter makes, and the human superhero loves it. Peter pulls out of the kiss to breathe, his chest rises and falls quickly. Kisses are trailed down his neck as Tony's hands start to pull the panties down, leaving the human bare to his husband.
"Now I feel underdressed." Peter teases softly, trailing a hand down Tony's chest. The light on the Tylian grows brighter and it seems to follow his hand.
"I'm only wearing the gold pants. All you have to do is push them down." Tony says, using the mental communication as his mouth latches onto one of Peter's nipples. Peter cries out, his body sensitive because of the spider bite that feels so long ago. A fire starts in his lower stomach as a large hand wraps around his dick, making him cry out once more. A soft flush floods his body, making his skin a soft pink. With all of the pleasure flooding his body, his head starts to feel fuzzy. Nothing bad, just a slight fuzz that seems slightly distracting.
"Don't tease me, please," Peter says, his back arching when Tony nips at his nipples. The Tylian chuckles softly and sits up slightly, staring down at the human.
"I don't plan on teasing... I just want you to fall apart first." Tony husks, pushing his golden pants off, revealing the rest of his body. Peter has to sit up to get a good look, and when his eyes settle on Tony's cock, he bites his bottom lip. The deep maroon cock is ridged, long, and has a knot at the base. The head of the cock gives away the fact that he's going to be pumped full of eggs. Peter reaches out, trailing a finger along Tony's cock, watching as the skin there lights up as well.
"Fuck..." Peter whispers, looking up at Tony. Once golden eyes lock with deep caramel eyes, and Peter knows he's in for a long night. A large hand grabs the ties in Peter’s hair and lets the curls free. Peter’s pushed back into the soft nest like bed, Tony kissing him roughly as they fall back. The large deep maroon body covers Peter’s body, and warmth surrounds the human. Large hands settle on Peter’s thighs, and spreads them apart before a hand slides down and a finger rubs at his entrance. Peter gasps when the finger slides in, his hole slick.
“Wait… How?” The human male moans, rocking his hips as the finger sinks in deeper. Tony chuckles, kissing up Peter’s neck.
“It was in your drink. It had a Tylian aphrodisiac in it. It will amp up your sex drive, and slick you up so you don’t get hurt.” Tony explains, licking the shell of Peter’s ear. His finger slowly rubbing at Peter’s walls. Peter wiggles his hips wanting more.
“Makes a lot of sense,” Peter breathes as another finger slowly works its way alongside the first finger. Tony chuckles and leans down, taking one of Peter’s nipples into his mouth. Peter tangles his hands into Tony’s hair, moaning. His body happily accepts Tony’s fingers, pleasure sparking up his spine. Dreams can’t compare to the real thing.
Pleasure courses through the human's body as his husband brings him higher. The fire in Peter's belly burns hotter, and the fuzzy feeling in his head grows stronger. Fingers press against his prostate, and fire courses through his veins. As Peter comes apart on Tony’s fingers, a scream fills the room, cum painting his belly and chest. His eyes flutter open as fingers slide out of his body.
With the feeling of something slick pressing against his entrance, Peter tugs on Tony’s hair, earning a bite on his chest as the Tylian King pushes into his human mate. Peter gasps softly, before he relaxes, letting his Alien husband in. Tony releases one of Peter's nipples and lifts his head. He smiles softly, showing off the sharp canines.
"How do you feel?" Tony asks, when he completely bottoms out. Peter hums and focuses as much as he can on his body. He feels full, and his head is fuzzy. A thick fuzzy, making it hard to focus.
"S'good. Full." Peter slurs, making Tony chuckle softly. Hands wrap around Peter's thighs, and his legs wrap around Tony's waist.
Tony starts thrusting, the pace steady and slow at first. Peter's hands grab onto Tony’s shoulders, trying to ease up on the bouncing. Tony’s glowing skin lights up the small area around them, creating a beautiful scene.
The thrusting grows harder and faster, making the heat between the two lovers burn hotter. Sparks literally fly when their hands touch each other’s skin, and the glow on the alien king’s skin starts to glow brighter. Both are so close to the edge, the human in tears, and the alien knows that it’s getting close to time. Peter screams as he falls apart, painting his and Tony’s chest with his seed as Tony’s knot pops locking them together. Peter shivers as something medium-sized and round is deposited into his body. It starts off slow at first, but as Peter gets used to it, the feeling seems to go faster.
With a shaking hand, Peter touches his stomach, moaning softly at the feeling of how round and hard his belly is. He looks up at Tony, watching as the glowing fades. The room growing dark once more. Peter hums and pulls Tony close, the Tylian King rolling them to their sides. Peter’s eyes grow heavy as the long day catches up to him.
“Sleep, my Queen.” Tony whispers, his voice showing how tired he was as well. Peter curls up to his husband, and lets sleep take him away.
Peter wakes up to a bright room, and a hand carding through his hair. Eyes flutter as he looks up, smiling when his eyes lock with golden eyes. Tony’s still by his side.
“Risen Suns, My Queen.” Tony whispers, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead. Peter hums happily and reaches a hand out to his husband.
“Risen Suns? Is that how Tylians greet each other during the day?” He asks, making Tony chuckle. Large hands lift Peter up, making him realize the weight in his middle. He looks down, taking in the sight of the small swell of his stomach.
“It is. It’s a way to wish luck upon others as well.” Tony explains, a hand rubbing the swell Peter has.
“That’s really amazing. I like the meaning behind it.” Peter responds, watching Tony’s hand.
“Most enjoy the phrase… How do you feel?” The alien asks, looking down at his wife.
“I feel well-rested. Almost as if I’ve slept for days.” Peter answers. He looks up at Tony and smiles softly.
“I think it’s time for us to get up and get moving. We have a lot of things to do today.” Tony says before he stands up, leaning down to scoop up his wife. Peter laughs, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck. The alien carries them to the bathtub that Peter saw last night, the tub already full and the pink water warm.
The pink water is what caught Peter’s eye when they first landed on the planet. While everyone else had gotten off the ship to find food, Peter ran to the water, leaning over the cliff to watch the water, and what lived under the surface. Making eye contact with a dragon sends a chill down your spine, especially if the mermaid on their back smirks at you. Thinking about it, it was after seeing the mermaid did the Tylians appear.
After the bath, Peter is dressed in a gold dress, the material soft on his skin. Tony dresses in gold pants, these pants darken than the ones he wore last night. Together, the couple makes their way out of their rooms and head to the throne room. Workers in the castle bow as Tony and Peter pass, some stopping to stare when they see Peter’s belly.
“Why are they staring?” Peter asks, glancing up at Tony. The Tylian King looks down and smiles slightly.
“They stare because they’ve never seen someone become a carrier so fast.” He responds, glancing down at Peter’s belly, the small swell standing out with how the dress clings to the human’s skin. Peter hums, his hands going to the swell and rubbing there. How strange Peter’s life has become.
The doors to the throne room open, revealing Tylians and the Avengers. Both sides look mad, and Peter has to sigh.
“Enough. What is the problem here?” Peter asks, stepping forward. A woman with silvery skin and long white hair steps forwards and Peter has to bite back a grin. MJ is here.
“My Queen, risen suns. We have been standing here, awaiting to hear word from you and our King. As we can see, all went well. As we were waiting, the humans showed up and started asking questions.” MJ explains, her voice filling Peter’s head.
“Risen suns, MJ. I take it nobody waited for answers?” Peter asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Most do not know how to wait for answers if they are not seeking them truly.” Tony’s voice sounds in Peter’s mind, and the human queen watches as Tylians nod their heads. Peter turns to look at his husband and raises an eyebrow.
‘Talk about mental superpowers.’ Peter muses mentally.
“I can hear you, my dear.” Tony’s voice fills Peter’s head, making the human laugh. He turns to look at the Avengers, humming slightly. Bucky won’t look at Peter, and Steve looks pissed. Nat looks happy to see that Peter is alive and well. Bruce looks like he has so many questions just for Peter, and the human queen wants to answer them. Peter starts making his way over to the rest of the humans, making the Tylians in the room tense up.
“Can I ask why you didn’t wait for anyone to respond to you before you started yelling at my people?” Peter asks, looking mainly at Steve.
“We just wanted to know where you were, Peter,” Bucky says, stepping forward. Peter raises an eyebrow and watches as the older male reaches out to touch him. Peter sidesteps the hand, something in him screaming to not let Bucky touch him.
“I was in bed, with my husband. Now, if that is all. I believe you’re supposed to be packing to leave soon. Bruce, you may stay. I would like to talk to you as would my husband.” Peter says, making the human scientist grin. As the rest of the heroes from Earth leave the room, Bruce steps forward.
“You are the scientist called Bruce Banner, yes?” Tony asks out aloud, making Bruce blink up at the King.
“I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you knew how to talk allowed?” Bruce says, making Tony chuckle. Peter smiles and hums softly.
“I had the same reaction last night, Dr. Banner. He was on Earth for a while, surprisingly.” Peter explains, making Bruce look at Peter.
“Dr. Banner, I would like you to stay on Tylus and become a leading scientist here. Besides, I am sure your carrier would be pleased to finally see you.” Tony says.
“Wait… Carrier?” Bruce asks, blinking up at Tony, who smirks.
“Of course. I am not the only Tylian to travel to Earth, and I won’t be the last. Now, would you like to meet your carrier?” The maroon skin alien male asks, making Bruce slowly nod. Peter laughs and grabs Bruce’s hand, the two humans walking behind King Anthony. Bruce’s eyes are wide as they leave the castle.
“Oh my God! This place is amazing!” Bruce says, pulling Peter with him to the railing. Both humans take in the sight before them. The city is bright, and above them, a clear crystal shows the two suns high in the sky. The ground lights up as they walk, making Bruce and Peter laugh. The city is busy, and Tylians stop to bow to their King and Queen.
Coming up to a large building, Bruce fidgets slightly. Peter smiles softly and kisses Bruce’s cheek. His friend looks at him and smiles softly, bumming their foreheads together. Bruce has always seen Peter as his little brother, and nothing seems to have changed that.
“King Anthony! What a pleasant surprise!” A voice booms as the trio steps into the building. Bruce and Peter peak around the maroon skin Tylian King to look at the other Tylian. This Tylian has deep olive green skin, black eyes, and purple hair. They’re just as tall as Tony, but it’s hard to tell if they are male or female.
“Dr. Emery, risen suns. I have brought my Queen, so that you may meet. I also happened across your child with the humans.” Tony says, chuckling at the messy-looking Tylian. The olive green Tylian, Emery, blinks and looks at the humans behind their King. Peter waves, smiling softly. Bruce flushes and waves shyly. Bruce grew up without either parent, his grandmother raising him, then later his grandmother’s great-niece, May Parker. It’s how Bruce has always seen Peter as a brother.
“Can humans change gender? My child came out of the egg as a female.” Emery asks, moving closer to Bruce to look him over. Bruce flushes harder, his skin turning green slightly as well.
“After surgeries, yes…. I’m Bruce Banner,” Bruce utters, fidgeting more. A lot of people didn’t know that Bruce was born as Willow Banner, and Peter helped keep it that way.
“Amazing! Tylians can change gender at will, so I had to ask. I didn’t know if that trait was passed onto you or not. Fear nothing, my child, because Tylians do not judge. By Earth standards, I was born as a male, but I never identified as that. I prefer the term… Non-Binary I believe it was.” Emery says, making Bruce’s jaw drop. Peter grins before he looks up at Tony, who smiles back.
“Seriously!? Is that why the other guy is literally a guy?” Bruce exclaims, his skin turning greener. Peter lets go of the half Tylian’s hand before he moves over to his husband. The King and Queen watch as parent and child interact, and Peter smiles softly. Bruce’s lighter green skin is amazing compared to the deep olive green on Emery’s arm.
“Could be! Tell you what, let’s find out. I assume you’re staying here?” Emery asks, hope shining in their eyes. Bruce nods rapidly, and Peter smiles. His older brother is staying, and he’s so excited.
“Well, since you two are going to be learning about one another, my wife and I will leave you be. Blessed partings.” Tony says, making Emery bow to them. Bruce waves before he follows his parent deeper into the building. Peter smiles softly and follows Tony out of the building. Life is going to be good here.
Seven lunar cycles pass by quickly as Peter settles in with his new life. As time passes, the new Queen learns a lot about his new home and that he can project his thoughts like the other Tylians because Tony is his husband. As time passes, the swell on Peter's belly grows, and he can feel the eggs grow as well. Life is good on Tylus.
"Peter! Good news, Emery and I have figured out a way to get the eggs out without having to cut you open." Bruce exclaims, walking into Peter's private study. The Queen looks up from his work and smiles softly at his older brother figure. In the seven lunar cycles, Peter has watched as Bruce stopped stressing the two personas, allowing Bruce to fully grow into the half Tylian he is. He’s taller than Peter is now, by a lot, but still shorter than most Tylians.
“Oh? And what is the way that you’ve figured out?” Peter asks, watching as Bruce sits on the open couch. Peter struggles to get up for a moment before he waddles over to his soft chair to sit down in it, across from Bruce.
“We created pills that will change your gender, so you can push the eggs out of the womb your body made on your wedding night. You will become intersex, and so far, the change is permanent.” Bruce explains, holding up a bottle of pills. Peter raises an eyebrow, thinking it over. He doesn’t really see a downside to the pills, and he’d be considered a Carrier anyways.
“Alright. Let’s see how the pills work. Will I be in any pain?” The human Queen asks, reaching out to take the bottle of pills.
“No. It’s supposed to activate the suppressed Tylian genes in your bloodline, so your body can change.” Bruce explains. Peter hums, thinking about his odd family line. Apparently, Peter’s great-great-grandfather on his mother’s side was half Tylian. Bruce and Emery started working on how to pull on Peter’s Tylian genes. It definitely explains the spider powers though, and how they got stronger on an alien planet.
“I hope this works then. Help me up? It’s nearly time for the winter fall. Tony wants me to be the one to light the crystals.” Peter says. Bruce nods and carefully pulls Peter up. The small male opens the pill bottle and takes a pill. He shivers as the pill warms his body before the two make their way out of the castle.
The city below them is buzzing and full of life. The winter fall is important for Tylus because the winter fall brings about the birthing process. Even though the surface is under snow, and the suns are in hiding for the cold season, the world underground is full of life. Every Tylian prepares their homes for the eggs that are going to be laid. The eggs are going to be in nests and warmed until the suns have risen once more. Most Tylians lay around fifteen to twenty eggs. Sadly, only three or four end up making it to hatching. Peter’s been reading up on everything he can, with the help of the royal advisor, Pepper.
Tylians bow to Peter as he passes by, a lot of them stopping to just stare at Peter’s round belly. Most Carriers don’t really show when they are carrying, but because Peter is so much smaller than Tylians, he does show. Peter knows that everyone is amazed to see how big the eggs have grown in their Queen.
The city center is busy with workers as a stage is set up. Tony directs how everything is supposed to be set up. The area is decorated to the last crystal, and Peter loves it. It makes him think of a county fair. With food stands, face paint stands, clothing stands, and little games; the whole sight just makes Peter so excited.
“My Queen, there you are. Hello Bruce.” Tony says, smiling at his wife. Peter smiles and reaches out a hand, which Tony takes and kisses.
“My King, glad to see you well. Bruce and Emery have found a way to get the eggs out without having to cut me open.” Peter says, making Tony look at Bruce, who nods. The Tylian King smiles and nods his thanks to Bruce, who nods back. Bruce bumps his forehead against Peter’s, making the human smile. The King and Queen watch as Bruce walks away.
“Tonight, everyone is going to start preparing to lay eggs. Are you ready?” Tony asks, making Peter look up at him and smile.
“Yes. I mean, this is going to start our family, and I am so excited.” Peter answers, rubbing his swollen stomach.
By the end of winter fall, Peter laid six eggs. By the time the suns rose once more, three children were born out of the six.
So I’ve been drawing a mismatched select of characters for years now with different origins and such. And of course, I draw a lot of colored characters (being mixed, Caucasian and Hispanic myself). But I’m starting to kind of doubt my skills in them? A lot of my characters come from select fandoms, and I’d like to know what I can do better on!!!
*CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY!!! PLEASE, DON’T BE BLATANTLY RUDE.*
Please let me know what looks good and what can be done better!!! Thank you!!
Quick thingy: there’s a lot of separate fandoms these characters would be in but I’m changing a lot of things up, so characters in, say, the JJBA or FNF fandom (which should kiiiinda be obvious who) won’t probably be only specific to that fandom!!! If you have any tips, please reblog and say what you think should be done, either in reply or tags!!! I’ll read either!
Charlie from Monsters & Manuscripts with some Non-Binary Pride! 🌈
Charlie is a high school senior, trying to balance being between childhood and adulthood, feminine and masculine, and sea and land. Their life is full of the in between, but it is here that they find themselves and find a group of friends that accepts them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: M
Content Warnings: Graphic violence, medical procedures
Characters: CP9, Original Non-binary Character
Summary: Cast aside and on the run, all the ex-members of CP9 want is a doctor to patch them up until they get their old jobs back. What they find instead is a sarcastic fallen priest from Skypeia, a plan for revenge that swiftly goes sideways, and maybe even a path toward the redemption for their fragile found family.
That is, if their own haunted upbringings don't catch up to them first.
Current chapter: Rob Lucci doesn't like being touched by strangers, much less a criminal doctor poking around his insides. But desperate times call for desperate measures...
(I finally started posting the fanfic, eeeee. Enjoy?)
Note: I made a few posts about a squad of Underworld kids, and them all finding family with eachother after being cast out of the rest of society. A few people were interested in the story, so I decided that before I start writing the fanfic, which I'll cross-post to ao3 and Wattpad, I'd talk about the characters involved. Namely the ocs, but Nico, Will and Hazel will all be making appearances.
Characters:
Emma Blossom, female, daughter of Persephone
Oliver Mizeria, male, son of Akhlys
Seren Nova, female, daughter of Nyx
Aldrin Nova, male, son of Nyx
Gracelyn Tod, female, daughter of Thanatos
Maia Oneira, non-binary, child of Melinoe
Emma Blossom
After a blissful eleven years spent with her father, botanist Ethan Blossom, her bliss was bought to a grinding and painful halt when a rogue hellhound killed her and her father. A harsh twist of fate let her father into Elysium, as he died defending his daughter, but as she caused his death and the protectiom didn't pay off due to her own death mere minutes later, Emma was sentenced to the Fields Of Punishment.
She would have spent eternity in agony, if not for the intervention of her mother, Queen of the Underworld and Goddess of Spring, Persephone. Emma agreed to slow her aging process and pay off her time in the Fields of Punishment by working for her mother in the Underworld for 500 years. At the end of the years of work, her good deeds for her Mum and subsequently, the Underworld, would be judged for her afterlife.
Due to her slowed aging, when she shows up as part of the Underworld crew, she has the appearance, body and mentality a fourteen year old. Emma has worked under her Mum since 1820, the year of her death.
Before that she grew up in Wales until the age of five, the last six years of her life spent in London. Her accent is audibly Welsh, and she is fluent in the language.
Emma's appearance takes after her father mainly, with brown curls and a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Her eyes, however, are a green colour reminiscent of a grassy field. She is short and has the slim waist and strong arms of someone who does a lot of work and barely eats enough to keep their stamina up.
Oliver Mizeria
Following three years spent in the US foster system, Oliver Mizeria, son of Akhlys, went to live with his Moms, Rosalie and Jocelyn in the state of Kentucky. He grew up under the care of his Moms until he was twelve and one of his teachers turned out to be an empousa in disguise.
Oliver almost died in the attack, but he was luckily rescued by Lana Corals, a daughter of Kymopoleia. She took him to camp, and he spent every summer there, while school time was spent with his Moms in Kentucky.
Oliver was claimed by Akhlys soon after the Titan War, but stayed in the Hermes cabin as he was the only Akhlys child in memory and so many new cabins were already being built at Camp.
He has bright ginger hair, and his eyes are an icy blue colour. He's pale, but not in any way freckley. He's tall, and fairly gangly. At the time of this story, Oliver is 15.
Seren and Aldrin Nova.
The twin son and daughter of Nyx, Goddess of Night, the Novas grew up with their Dad, former astronomer turned Broadway dance choreographer, Benjamin Nova. The pair and their loving but bust father grew up in the big apple itself, NYC.
After expulsions from multiple schools, they finally landed a supposedly perfect private tutor, who was really a fury in disguise. After the subsequent fight, in which Seren earned a scar across her cheek and nose, and Aldrin lost his arm.
They began attending Camp Half-Blood at the age of Eleven, and are 14 at the time of this story. They were claimed immediately and sleep in the Big House to avoid annoying the Gods with a Nyx cabin and scaring any other campers.
The pair are pale, with dark hair. Aldrin's is a mess of black curls that frame his face and end at the top of his neck. His sister's hair is straight, but only because she straightens it on purpose, and she also had bangs. The two are identical other than hair and gender. This includes their dark black eyes.
Gracelyn Tod
The youngest of the Underworld demigods, at age thirteen, Gracelyn's mother, Amanda Tod was a french woman with German roots. She died giving birth to Gracelyn in an alley, so the baby girl was born with severe lung issues. Interestingly, she did not inherite the usual ADHD, but her dyslexia is more severe than average, to the point that even Greek, which her brain is hard-wired for, can be hard for her to read.
She was placed in the Foster system until an exchange program that was really organised by Hades as a favour to her father, Thanatos, placed her in the care of a couple in Paris. It was ten years later that she discovered that she was adopted, and a demigod. Her family, which now consisted of two siblings, both of which were younger than her, moved to the states and learned English so she could go to Camp if times got hard. She maintains her French accent. She discovered she was a demigod via a satyr who she sometimes sees around Camp.
Gracelyn, who goes by Grace or Gracie for short, is tall, with lanky arms and long, dark red hair. Her eyes are chocolatey brown and large, framed with unusually long eyelashes. Her asthma means she doesn't take part in as much physical activity as other demigods, but she is known for being kind to younger kids and taking care of them.
Maia Oneira
Maia Oneira, the non-binary child of Melinoe never had nightmares as a kid. Their Mom's area in nightmares meant Maia often entered the dreamscape as a kid and explored the dreams of others. They also helped people with mental disorders when they met them, dreamscape or physically, tapping into their mother's control over mentality and insanity.
Despite their help to their community, Maia's father was a neglective alcoholic who never wanted kids. After a satyr fended off a rogue hellhound that tried to kill them, Maia was bought to Camp where they stayed all year as a way of getting away from their father. A few months later, they came out as being non-binary, and camp ceased use of female pronouns, swithcing instead to they/them.
A short kid with a choppy brown pixie cut, Maia highlights their hair with a new colour every year. At the time of the story, their hair is brown with the front dyed with streaks of red. They are a little pudgy, but their size has led to many false assumptions about Maia, a highly skilled fighter.
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Woooo, that's a lot. Honestly, this post took way longer than I thought it would, so please leave critisims, suggestions and the rest in the comments.
