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Day Two:

On the second day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, a bit of Breakaway!

Logan wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. These things were mostly locked in before they had even happened. In the higher picks, it was a formality of calling out the name, a bit of tape to keep for your children, the good feeling of getting to walk up onto the NHL draft stage on shaky legs, slip a new jersey over your head and put the hat on with the new logo on it, your team logo. Logan had always, when thinking about getting drafted, been happy there was a hat to put on. A bit of shade from the cameras, something to duck behind for a little relief. A place to take a breath.

He’d said so to Noelle once. She’d just made a face. “If that’s how you feel, what do you wear yours backwards for? Silly, Lolo.”

Logan reached up to take his hat off, push his hair back, and put it back on again. It was more just the feeling of having something. Something to draw attention to other than himself. But this wasn’t about him. Not just now.

Not when the camera kept finding Finn’s face, Alex and his parents sitting beside him in the huge auditorium, to fill Logan’s parents’ large TV in the living room.

“What do they call Harzy’s brother again?” Noelle asked from beside him, reaching into the bag Logan was holding in his lap for another chip. “Not Harzy, too, right?”

“Non. Hazard.”

“Huh. That’s a hot pair of brother’s right there.”

Logan reached into the bag himself, letting the loud crinkle and the crunch of a handful of chips answer for him. “He wore the blue.”

“Huh?”

Logan shrugged. “He was deciding which suit. Alex liked the gray one.”

Noelle took another chip. “Which did you like?” When Logan didn’t answer for a moment, to intent on watching Alex whisper something to Finn, making Finn tilt his head back and laugh before the camera cut away, she nudged him.

“Hm? Oh, le bleu.”

“Hm,” Noelle said. “Looks good.”

Logan put another chip into his mouth.

They didn’t have to wait long for Finn’s name to be called. It was a blur for Logan, mostly. Flashes of Finn’s familiar face while he sat in his seat, the harsh lights making his freckles look starker. Logan’s eyes caught on the way he was rubbing his palms together, nervously, the way Alex was sitting in the exact same position, talking softly to him—distracting him, most likely. But Logan knew he was right. These things were mostly locked in before they actually happened. And Finn was Finn. He was pure talent, pure charm, and anyone would be crazy not to take him for their own.

Pure fucking insane not to do that if given the chance.

The Gryffindor Lions were on the stage now, a couple of men, leaning into the microphone and waiting for the buzz from the last pick to die down. Finally, they spoke.

“The Gryffindor Lions are proud to select, from Harvard University, Finn O’Hara.”

Logan leapt up with a shout, again, like he hadn’t known—and he had—but he leapt up anyway. He didn’t hear them repeat it in French. The chips were on the floor, probably spilled in a way that would crush fragments into the carpet to be licked up by one of the cats later, but he didn’t care. He’d known, anyone’d be crazy not to want Finn, and there he was, getting up, getting a hard hug from Alex, then his parents. Walking down from his seat in his easy, smiling sort of way. Getting up on the stage, shaking hands, pushing his hair back a little before putting on the jersey, then the hat—brim just high enough so that his face was still visible, brown eyes bright and happy. Logan watched him smile for the picture.

In his pocket, Logan’s phone was buzzing like crazy—the group chat, probably. But then Finn was walking off, his profile, even in the harsh shadows and highlights of the stage lights, so achingly familiar. Something Logan felt like he’d always just been able to turn his head to one side and see. Straight nose, a little pointed, full mouth. Smiling to himself just now, jogging down the stage steps, then at the woman waiting to interview him.

He looked good in the red and gold. It warmed to his hair color, to his flushed cheeks, complimented the easy way he had his hands in his pockets, like he’d been born to be put in front of the camera. Tall and broad, and he looked so happy that Logan felt it in his own chest.

“How does it feel, Finn?” the woman asked.

“Oh man,” Finn said, and Logan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. It was such a Finn thing to say. He’d give him shit for it later. “This is so amazing. The Lions are a great organization and, uh, you know, Sirius Black and everything, I just—I’ve always loved the way their lines mesh. Can’t wait to see where I can fit in and put the work in.”

The woman smiled, nodding. “I’m sure they feel the same. But you’re going back to finish up your final season at Harvard first, do you think your teammates are watching tonight?”

Finn laughed. “Uh, I can currently feel the group chat going crazy in my back pocket, so, yeah, I’d say they’re watching.” Finn glanced at the camera, right at Logan, just for a moment. Logan’s breathing caught in his chest. “Their support means everything. Makes this night extra special.”

“Thanks, Finn, and congratulations.”

He was ushered away just as quickly as he had been ushered on, the show moving on, but Logan was still reeling. Finn had just looked at the camera, for the team, but Logan felt like—like maybe—

“That’s amazing for him,” Noelle said, and Logan jumped a little.

He’d forgotten anyone else was in the room.

“Ouais,” Logan said, almost a little embarrassed. He’d just been grinning stupidly at the television. “Yeah, I—”

And then his phone began to ring. Logan didn’t really have the energy to pretend like he didn’t race to answer it. “Uh—hold on, it’s him,” he said to Noelle, and all but tore out of the room. He meant to go to his own bedroom, but he lost his willpower to wait as soon as he made it to the far end of the hallway.

“Harzy—” Logan felt out of breath, panting into the phone. “Oh my God. Finn.”

It was loud where Finn was, but all Logan cared about was his free, disbelieving laugh. “I know, I—can’t believe it. Did you see? Did you watch?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I watched. Saw your interview. I’m so—” Logan pressed his hands over his eyes. Why the hell was he going to cry? “Fucking amazing, I’m so happy. I’m so proud of you.”

Finn was quiet for a long moment. Logan just listened to the music and voices in the background, his soft breathing on the other end of the line.

“Finn?” he asked eventually.

There was a rustle, like he was holding the phone closer. “Say it again.”

Logan bit his lip, pressed a hand to the wall beside him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s all that matters,” Finn said back, and Logan leaned entirely into the wall, temple against the coolness of it.

“Non, it’s all you tonight. D’accord?”

Finn laughed. “Yeah…Hey, I gotta do some photos and stuff. Just wanted to hear your—to say hi.”

“Ouais. Yeah, go, go.”

“But see you in a couple days. Right?”

“Of course.”

“Okay,” Finn let out a breath, another laugh. “Good. Good, I can’t wait.”

Logan laughed, too. “It’s only been, like, two weeks.”

“Yeah, well…” Finn sounded like he was smiling. “I can’t wait.”

Logan’s heart pulled tight. “Me too.”

“Okay,” Finn said. “Okay—will you—I mean, I’ll be here, then I’m getting dinner with Al and the family but like—tonight I’ll be probably awake? Like just adrenaline and stuff, so…”

“Call me whenever you want. I’ll be awake.”

“Yeah.” Finn let out a breath that sounded relieved. Maybe pleased. “Okay. Okay, bye, Lo.”

Bye, Lo. Why it sounded so sweet to his ears, Logan didn’t know, but it made him hold the phone closer. Why it made him want to cry, he didn’t know. “Bye.”

He was still looking down at his phone, long-hung-up, when Noelle came looking for him. She leaned against the wall beside him.

“Hi. How is he? Good?”

Logan nodded. “Really happy.”

“How are you?”

The emotion was still welled in his throat, and he knew Noelle could tell. Noelle could always tell.

Logan nodded, shrugged a little, because he wasn’t sure he could speak without giving himself away entirely. How was he? He wanted to be back in New York, with just Finn, in his apartment. Empty air mattress on the floor, not daring to speak about it but—and Finn had let Logan turn away but he’d also locked his arms around his waist and held him, chest against Logan’s back, like they had during his concussion (those terrible, terrible nights). Only, those in New York had been the very best of nights. And now Logan was running out of time that he never had. Finn would be in Gryffindor and Logan would be…

“Lo…” Noelle turned towards him, and when Logan made to push off the wall and walk away, she put a gentle hand against his arm, catching him. He could have shaken her off, easy. He could leave right now. Instead, he let her keep him there. Her hold was gentle, her other hand coming to his shoulder, chin pressed over it, something like a half-hug. “Lolo, no, hey, just—hold on.” She dropped a kiss to his shoulder through his shirt. “Hold on, okay?”

Logan wanted to be back in Nice. Do you want me? And the cool ocean floor.

Noelle took a steadying breath. Logan could just see her messy bun out of the corner of his eye, her honest green eyes, knowing him so well, too well, and letting him hold himself still. “Logan, I…It’s—it’d be okay if—”

Logan just kept his eyes down, heart pounding harder by the minute.

Noelle held him tighter. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? Anything. I love you.”

“Noelle,” Logan said through grit teeth. Logan suddenly wanted nothing more than to still be smaller than her. He wanted to tuck himself away. But he couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t.

“Finn’s—amazing. Finn’s so wonderful. He’s so wonderful to you. That’s all that matters, we all love him so much because…because he really—because you mean so much to him.”

Logan gave his head a small shake. He realized the socks he was wearing were Finn’s.

“You don’t smile like that with anyone else,” Noelle said softly, then rested her head against his shoulder, looking down too. “Not even us.”

Logan let out a slow breath, sort of jerking towards Noelle, then stopping himself. He pressed his hand over his eyes again, pinching at his nose. He could feel how tightly he was holding himself still, like maybe if he didn’t move, it would all just leave him alone.

“Logan,” Noelle whispered, hand looping around his arm. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Logan just turned into her, stooping down to press his face into her neck, arms tight around her waist. Noelle rubbed the back of his neck gently, like she had when he was small and the fear of storms had been worse, fueled by not yet having the ability to recognize that it was just weather.

Maybe Logan had been hoping the same would happen with everything else that scared him to shaking, as he was now, in his sister’s arms. He wished it would all turn out to be passing weather.

“Shh, Lolo, you’re okay.” Noelle pressed a kiss to his cheek without pulling away. “I love you so much. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Logan just pressed against her harder, and Noelle laughed softly, maybe a little teary.

“You’re not five anymore, Lolo, you’re gonna knock me right over.”

“Sorry,” Logan whispered, but didn’t let up.

“Don’t be.” Noelle squeezed him tighter, too. “Don’t be, I love it.”

Logan was dimly aware of the sound of the TV on downstairs in the den, where the others were watching something. Noelle had been the only one who’d said she’d watch with Logan, even though Logan had told her she didn’t have to. Part of him had even maybe wanted to watch alone—only, that wasn’t quite true. It wasn’t true at all, Logan realized, as he let Noelle rock them a little from side to side.

“Nolly,” Sydney’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs. “Lobear, we’re starting a new episode, if you’re done up there!”

“Okay!” Noelle called back, sounding a little annoyed to have been interrupted. “Yeah, one sec!”

“We’ll start it without you!”

“I said okay!” Noelle shouted back.

“Okay, merde, calm down.” Sydney grumbled as she retreated.

Logan pulled away slowly, ducking away so she couldn’t see the few tears that had fallen. But she took his face in her hands and wiped them away with her thumbs instead, then pushed up on her toes to kiss his forehead.

“Did you two…” She hesitated. “I mean, have you talked about it?”

Logan didn’t even know how to answer that. Do you want me? Say something. Anything, Lo, please. I feel alone out here.

Logan just looked at her, as if willing her to understand. She seemed to, at least a little, because her soothing had was at his shoulders again, lulling him a little.

“D’accord,” she said. “Well…If you’re worried he doesn’t want you like that, then I have to tell you how much I think he does—”

“I know,” Logan managed to say. “I know that.”

Noelle shook her head. “Then…”

“We can’t.” Logan swallowed. “We can’t. Because we’re—this is—we can’t.”

Noelle’s eyes went unbearably sad. “Oh, Lo. No, Bear, that’s not—that isn’t true.”

Logan just looked down, brow pinching. Noelle cupped his jaw.

“Logan, that isn’t true.” Her voice was fierce. “You mean because of hockey? Because you’re both boys?”

“Shh,” Logan said weakly.

“We’re all alone in our house, no one can hear us.”

Logan felt the tears again. “He’s in the NHL now. A rookie. That’s the biggest spotlight there is.”

Noelle kept Logan’s eyes on her. “Logan. Don’t ever think—I mean, I know there are assholes out there. Fuck, of course there are, but you have to give yourself what you want. It’s not hurting anyone, you have to allow yourself—”

“I—Non.” Logan’s voice broke, and he realized he was gripping the material of her sweatshirt hard. “I would ruin everything for him.”

Noelle stilled at that. “Logan…”

“I would.”

Noelle was still shaking her head, eyes wide. “How long have you two…”

Logan just let the tears come, then. Felt them pull at his lungs. “The beginning. I mean, not—but since…Noelle, merde, don’t make me say—”

“Oh my God,” Noelle breathed, and pulled him back in again, their cheeks together. “Oh…”

Logan heard himself choke back a sob as he let himself fall into her. “Noelle…”

“It’s okay,” Noelle said. “Just come here.”

“I can’t,” Logan whispered, hoping to God no one came up the stairs. He was getting her sweatshirt all wet, just like he had when he was little. The storm, Nolly, the thunder, I don’t like it. It’s going to come inside, Nolly. He clutched her tighter. It was all inside him. I’m so proud of you. Say it again.

Noelle squeezed him tighter. “You’re just—you’re my little baby brother. I don’t care how big you get, you’re mine and—” She was crying now, too. “And I hate seeing you like this. I want you to be happy and—and you’re happy with him. You’re so happy when you call me from school sometimes, but then other times you’re—I don’t know. I knew something was wrong, I could hear it, but I couldn’t figure it out…and now I just…God, come here.”

Logan wouldn't let himself cry for too long. The others would wonder where they went. But, just for now, just for one more minute, he would.

Not for the first time, Logan wished that he and Finn still shared a room. It was nice having privacy, and it wasn’t a good idea for them to be in the same room that much anyway because—because these summers had been—

But that didn’t mean Logan didn’t want to be laying in his bed just across from Finn’s right now, waiting for him to open the door, rumpled from the plane, and so happy. The Gryffindor Lions. An NHL fucking team.

Being in the room he had now did have its perks, though. It meant he could see Finn’s car pull into OKN’s driveway, headlights flashing bright in his window before turning off. It meant he could watch Finn’s silhouette get out, pop the trunk for his bag, and then chirp the lock—loud in the night—and start for the front door. Logan tried to keep his movements slow as he opened his own door and stepped into the third floor hallway. He could hear the jingle of Silver’s collar going all the way down the stairs from Percy’s room below him to greet Finn, and Finn’s whispered kissy noises, his soft voice.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, go get a drink. Good girl. Good girl.”

And then the sound of Finn beginning to climb the stairs as Silver went for a drink in her kitchen bowl.

Logan knew Finn would hear his his footsteps but he didn’t care as he padded down the stairs to meet him on the second floor landing. He was breathless by the time he rounded the steep corner, half worried he was going to trip over his own feet in his rush. He caught himself on the railing just as his eyes found Finn, who had just reached the landing.

He was holding his suitcase, which had a plane pillow around the handle. He was wearing a sweatshirt for that bookstore he loved, the Strand, and his beat up blue vans.

They didn’t say anything. Finn just let go of his suitcase, Logan trotted down the final steps, and then they were hugging. Arms tight, breaking into a soft laugh—Logan could feel Finn’s against his skin.

“Hey,” Finn whispered. They were rocking a little, side to side, not letting go. Like he had been with Noelle. Something of the same feeling was there. Tight and eased all at once.

“Hey, Lion.”

Another warm laugh against Logan’s neck. “Ha, yeah. Looks like it.”

You don’t smile like that with anyone else.

“How are you?” Finn asked. “Your flight was okay?”

He’s so wonderful. So wonderful to you.

“Mhm.” Logan should let go now. He should let go now. But Finn gave the back of his neck a little squeeze and he knew, even if neither of them spoke about it, Finn knew by now what that did to him. So Logan just closed his eyes, inhaled his familiar scent. I missed you. It’s been two weeks, but I missed you. Finn’s arms tightened around him. Logan could have said it. Right now, he could say it.

“Mhm,” Finn parroted, and they both laughed softly as they stepped back. Smiled at each other. Finn’s eyes dropped to Logan’s mouth, just for a second, and then he tussled Logan’s hair and tilted his chin towards his own room.

“Have a present for you, c’mere for a sec.”

Finn ditched his suitcase by his closet while Logan settled on his bed like he had a thousand times before.

“Was it weird being interviewed? Did you get your call from Black yet?”

Finn laughed, tugging his sweatshirt over his head and then coming to sit beside Logan with his backpack. “Not yet. You’ll be the first to know. We’ll probably be together for it, so.”

“Yeah,” Logan said. He knew he was sitting too close, but Finn had sat down in a way that made their thighs press together and Logan couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Wanna see?” Finn grinned and reached for his backpack. “Ready?”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, ready.”

He unzipped the big pocket and pulled something out, dropping it right into Logan’s lap.

A Lions hat.

“Wow,” Logan said, still more interested in Finn himself.

“Look.” Finn’s hand brushed his as he turned the hat so Logan could see a small 17 on the side. “They ironed on my number, right in front of me.”

Logan thought of those old white sneakers in his closet that Finn had drawn on. Finn was here, and the little smiley face. This hat felt the same. 17. 17.

Logan flipped it backwards and pushed his hair back, settling it onto his head. “Good?”

Finn just kept smiling at him, but it softened as he looked over Logan’s face. Eyes darting from the number to Logan’s eyes—to his mouth. Back to the number.

“Yeah,” Finn said softly. “Yeah, good.”

Logan wet his lips. “Merci.”

“Mercy…”

They both smiled a little at the joke, years old now, but the air had changed in the room. It wasn’t the casual reunion. Maybe it was never going to be.

Logan held himself perfectly still, watched Finn look at his mouth again. He looked down at Finn’s. A little chapped from traveling. He looked soft and sleepy and warm, brown eyes puddles of it.

“I am,” Logan said before he could keep it in. “I am proud of you.”

Finn’s brows drew together a little. “Yeah?”

“Ouais,” Logan nudged their shoulders together, and just sort of stayed that close. Because he wanted it. He wanted to kiss him so badly that it felt like there was a hook lodged in his chest, tugging. “After…là.” He reached up, God, what was he doing?, and brushed a quick hand over Finn’s neck, the back of his head where he’d hit it against the boards. “After everything.”

“It’s a relief,” Finn said. “And I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Not true.” Logan laughed. “Finn.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Yeah-huh. Like—seriously, would they have even noticed me if I hadn’t had you by my side? God, like—God, I wish you were a year older so they could have both of us and we would just—Lo, we would tear it up out there and we would—” Finn bit his lip, knocked their foreheads together gently. “We would stay together.”

“It’s not about me,” Logan said. “I’ll be fine. I’m just—you did it. You did it, Harzy. Do you have any idea—merde, you know how—how…how not every day?”

“Rare,” Finn supplied, finding the words for him like he always did.

“How rare that is.” Logan winced. “I don’t like that R sound.”

Finn laughed. They were so close still. “I think you sounded good.”

“You would never say anything else.”

Finn just kept up with that small smile he was giving him. “Like that hat?”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm,” Finn said, and Logan rolled his eyes.

“I like it. Seventeen,” Logan said. The pull was back, the hook, stronger, because Finn was still close like he was going to knock their foreheads together again. It was stealing Logan’s breath away, all of it, being back together, the Lions, Noelle…Finn was looking at him like—like he might feel it, too. Logan supposed he was just being stupid if he was, at this moment, still telling himself that they weren’t both feeling this.

“Okay. Ten.” Finn said it softly, and then he was tilting his chin forward, fractionally, so that his lips could brush the corner of Logan’s mouth.

Logan turned his head into it, just a little, feeling Finn’s breath let out shakily. The first kiss was barely one at all, hardly made a sound. They shouldn’t. They shouldn’t, Logan thought as he leaned in again. They shouldn’t, so just one more, and that would be it. That would be it, just—Logan felt Finn part his lips to let Logan swipe his tongue in, warm and gentle. Logan pressed his palm into his own thigh, moving to pull away, willing himself to, because there. There, that’s it, but Finn chased his mouth, hand going to cup his chin gently, like he was pulling on that hook in Logan’s chest. One more, slow, and heavy, and full force of Finn’s warm skin and scent, then another, another, Finn angling his head differently and just one more—

“Is that an O’Hara I heard?”

Percy’s voice in the hall. They were apart in a second, Logan off the bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt, trembling with each beat. He stood near Finn’s desk, across the room, hand out to steady himself, his back to the door. He touched his mouth. It would have been that easy. That fast, a moment of letting himself go, and Percy would have seen. And it would—it could have gotten out and Finn had only just made it, and it would have been all Logan’s fault. Finn deserved better.

“It’s an O’Hara,” Finn said back. Logan closed his eyes and pressed his fingers more firmly against his lips when he heard Finn’s voice break. “Uh, and a Tremblay. Hey, Perc.”

“Mr. Lion!” Logan heard Percy sing-song, and then the sound of him thumping Finn on the back.

Logan hoped he looked all right as he turned around. He offered a smile to Percy.

“Lion in the house, Perc,” he said.

“Damn right.” Percy smiled. “Hey, Silver still downstairs?”

“Yeah,” Finn was rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, she was getting water. Cute that she ran all the way down for me.”

“Aw,” Percy smiled. “Girl misses all of her daddies.”

Finn laughed, but he kept glancing at Logan like he was expecting something. And Logan didn’t know what that could be. He felt frozen stiff, like he hadn’t worn thick enough socks to a pond skate. Maybe he was looking at the hat, the seventeen. Maybe he was worried that Logan was wearing it—but no. No, they did this all the time. It was normal. It was a joke.

“So?” Percy asked, then gave Finn’s shoulder a playful shove. “Saw you on TV. How was it?”

“Pretty much, uh. Pretty much what you saw. I mean—yeah. I took a shit ton of pictures, shook a shit ton of hands.” Finn shrugged. “We’ve got a season to win here.”

Percy snorted. “Yeah, yeah, Captain. Very Captain of you.”

Finn rolled his eyes, giving him a shove back. “I’m not a captain to them. Just you weirdos.”

Percy looked at Logan with a grin. “We are pretty weird.”

“Speak for yourself,” Logan said—a phrase he’d picked up from Finn. It had the intended effect, made Percy laugh…made Finn look at him instead of Percy, brown eyes pleased.

“Look,” Finn said. “I’ll tell you all about it, Marshy, but I’ll just have to repeat myself tomorrow. And I’m fucking tired, just got off a plane.”

“Are you telling me to get out of your room?”

“Yep.”

Percy gestured to Logan. “What about him?”

“I was already leaving,” Logan said, which wasn’t true. It was such a lie that it tasted bitter. What would he have been doing if Percy hadn’t walked in when he did? Would he—would he still be—

“Whatever. All right.” He ruffled Finn’s hair. “Breakfast gossip, then. Night.”

Finn smiled. “Sounds good. Night, Perc.”

Percy left, whistling down the hall. They both heard the jingle of Silver coming to find him. Finn stayed still and quiet for a moment before he turned, looking at Logan. He put his hands in his pockets, wet his lips in a way that was nervous. He was so gorgeous it ached.

Logan could walk right back up to him. Press his hands to his cheeks, kiss him. I missed you. It’s only been two weeks. He’d missed Finn so badly that he’d just let him kiss him like that, like it was nothing, like they did it all the time. Like he’d been expecting it. Have a present for you.

He couldn’t stand how Finn was looking at him, like he couldn’t read him. Finn could always read Logan. Instead, he still had his hands in his pockets, unsure.

Finn tilted his head. “Do you…Do you want to—”

“Bagels in the morning?” Logan said quickly.

Finn stuttered over whatever was going to make up the second half of his sentence and nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Yeah.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah. Good.” He took a halting step towards the door. “Thanks for—the hat.”

Finn just nodded, smiled tightly, close-lipped, brows drawn together.

Logan didn’t really remember getting back to his room, only that, once in bed again, in the dark, he brought his fingers to his mouth again, where Finn’s had been.

#12 days of winterfic 2022 lumosinlove #12 days of ficmas #sweater weather lumosinlove #breakaway lumosinlove #finno #finn o'hara #Logan tremblay

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babybatscreationsv2 · 9 months

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Daddy, Look!

Marvel | Starker

Tony was just trying to give Peter something to keep him busy on the long train ride, but brats can't stand to be ignored.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

For Aech <3

Warnings/tags: public sex, D/s, daddy kink, remote control vibrator, brat!Peter, femboy!Peter

The train rattled along the tracks. Open countryside rolled by bringing a peaceful sort of energy to the passengers on board. Except for Peter who couldn't quite sit still. He clasped his hands in his lap and squeezed his thighs together. He was grateful that the sound of the train covered the buzzing sound coming from his lap. Their car was open to the twenty or so other passengers who sat and relaxed or wandered around stretching their legs. A man sat across from them reading a newspaper. Across the aisle was a group of three women who chatted excitedly. No one was paying him any attention, but it sure felt like everyone was watching.

Tony's hand dropped onto his thigh. He coaxed Peter's legs apart, not much, but enough of a suggestion. His fingers teased his skin for a moment before settling in place. The man seemed otherwise enraptured with the crime novel he was reading.

Peter took a deep breath. The vibration was constant and that meant he was slowly getting used to it. He could tolerate it now. He watched out the window and couldn't help bouncing up out of his seat as a herd of black and white cows came into view.

"Tony, look! Cows!"

"Cute," Tony said. His fingers trailed up the back of his thigh and palmed his ass. The toy inside him changed settings to something pulsing and hard to ignore. Peter leaned back into Tony's hand, moaning quietly before he remembered where they were. He gasped and jumped back into his seat where he glared at the man. Tony only chuckled.

"Excellent view don't you think?"

Peter swatted his arm. "I hate you."

Tony gripped his chin, eyes narrowed. The vibration increased until Peter's eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open. "You what?"

"Please daddy," Peter gasped. "Daddy please please please-" he panted. He couldn't stop. Stuck begging and squirming, completely helpless.

The toy slowed, then stopped. "Oh, but you hate me." Tony faked a pout. He turned away to look out the window. Peter climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

Tony looked at him, seeming to debate if he would forgive him or not. He gave him a quick kiss. "It's alright, baby."

Peter settled back in the seat, but the toy remained off. Only now he wanted it on. He waited patiently as the train kept rolling, but his patience didn't last forever.

"Daddy?" he whined.

"Hm?" Tony barely acknowledged.

Peter glared. He wasn't going to tolerate that at all. He picked himself up and sat on Tony's lap, squirming in an effort to make himself comfortable until Tony had to grab his hips and stop him.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked innocently.

"You wouldn't like it," Tony answered.

"Tell me about it. I'm bored."

"You should have brought something to do."

"I should do you," Peter said simply without bothering to lower his voice.

Tony was phased. "Then you should behave better."

"I was only showing you cows." Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll keep 'em to myself next time."

"Don't be a brat."

Peter stood and turned to sit on the opposite bench. He didn't even look at Tony as he slid next to the other man.

"Reading something interesting?" he asked with a smile.

The man smiled back, looking up from his paper as if from a dream. Or maybe as if he were falling into one. Peter let him tell him all about a mayoral election in his town while he slowly spread his legs apart and let his skirt ride up. He wasn't even sure Tony had noticed when the man decided to join their conversation.

"That's very interesting," he said and when Peter looked at his face the toy clicked back on. He was too distracted to catch the rest. But the stranger started talking so Peter went back to nodding politely at him, hiding his disappointment when the toy stopped.

"I've heard about him. He has some big opinions on food taxes," Tony commented. Peter looked at him again, brain melting as his eyes met his face and he realized the game they were playing. The conversation faded away as he looked at Tony and the toy buzzed higher and higher as if rewarding him for forgetting anyone else existed. He didn't have any control over it when he came. Only the tiniest squeak escaped him. They both looked at him, one concerned and the other smug. The toy died down and then stopped.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Peter choked out. "Excuse me." He went back to his seat, pressing into Tony's side like a frightened puppy.

Tony carried on until the conversation died naturally. The other man went back to his newspaper.

"You get what you wanted?"

Peter considered the trouble he'd get in if he told Tony he hated him twice in one day. "Yes," he admitted instead.

Tony only chuckled and gave him a kiss.

#starker #marvel #prompt fill

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whoops-im-obsessed · 1 year

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UK'sies Crutchie (and why I love him)

In comparison to previous productions, London Newsies took some positive steps in diverse casting. One of these steps was casting a disabled actor to play Crutchie! I love seeing how different people interpret characters and I know a lot of fansies won't be able to see UK'sies so I thought I'd chat a bit about Matthew Duckett's wonderful job of playing Crutchie. *spoilers under the cut*

In 92'sies, Broadway and even tour casts, Crutchie has always been a bit of a lighter character. A brother figure to Jack, his role is to show Jack's caring side as well as to show the consequences of his actions. Pretty well liked, sometimes portrayed as childish (is it only me that remembers #letcrutchiesayfuck?).

In 92'sies he comes across as bumbling comic relief, AKB builds a more sunny, easily lovable, almost cartoonish character, and Andy Richardson's Crutchie is innocent and youthful.

In contrast, Matthew Duckett brings a realness to the character that I'm not sure we've seen before. Duckett has cerebal palsy - and while its none of our business how his disability affects him offstage - on stage its my opinion that his lived experience, combined with the fact that he's on the taller side and seems to be a little older than some of the ensemble (please forgive me if I'm wrong about that 😅) give us this slightly more matured, starker Crutchie.

He isn't a poor cinnamon roll who needs to be helped all the time, he's a valued member of the team who they help when he wants it.

One of the choices I love is when the newsies first find out about the new price. Crutchie's reaction ('we got the right to starve, let's just get our papes and hit the streets while we still can!') Isn't a scared knee-jerk reaction, it's a thought out, sensible response to the situation and lots of newsies agree with him. He's taken more seriously than before, with a depth to his character we were missing.

Duckett also adds some fun backstory to Crutchie; on the rooftop when Jack mentions Santa Fe Crutchie visibly slumps at the realisation of 'you got folks there', before brightening and grinning privately to himself when Jack denies it. He has a rosary around his neck which he takes out on several occasions, when captured, after yelling for Jack he sobs and mumbles 'oh God please help!'

Finally, the physicality of Crutchie is on point and held until the final bows, even though he hops around occasionally, Crutchie carries himself confidently, and Duckett was so smooth in his movement. A lot of work was obviously put into Crutchie's physicality and it pays off.

Only seen it once so far but I'm planning to go back so this may get updated! Happy to answer any questions about the production to best of my ability x

#newsies #newsies uk #newsies london #uk'sies #uksies #crutchie morris #matthew duckett #andrew keenan bolger #andy richardson #character study #disabled actor #cerebal palsy #britsies

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winter-spiders · 2 years

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Kinktober day 10

Cumming Untouched - Solo/implied Starker 255 words

Peter lay on his bed, face down, with his hips elevated, a dildo slowly working his way in and out of his hole, with the machine controlling it connected. Streaming for Chatterbate seemed fun and when he started, his fame had exploded. Everyone loved watching him fuck himself silly.

His top doner, ‘YKWIM’ was the main one who controlled the fucing machine. The donos can say commands for it to go slower, faster, deeper, harder, when to spray the artificial cum into the boy, and when to cool down, though the donators never chose to cool down unless the boy had been going at it for too long.

Peter wore the lacy lingerieset that had been sent to him, also by his top donor. They were red and gold with a cute little bow on the end of the deep V. Like the Ironman suit. His top dono had a weird obsession with iron man, but Peter wasnt exactly one to judge.

The dildo sped up suddenly. Hitting his prostate directly a few strokes until Peter let out a scream and gripped the bed below him, the camera beside him capturing everything. “fuck ,daddy im close”

Then he heard the voice chat say ‘YKWIM’ said: scream out anthony baby, scream my name’ Peters eyes widened, feeling his orgasm wash over him, he came all over the towel below him. “Fuck, anthony, you feel so good, im cumming”

So today was an eventful stream, he learned the name of his top donor, which was cool!

#winter-spiders #kinktober #peter parker #tony x peter #starker #tony stark

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [2/9?]

Sooo the number of chapters for this had changed to 9 because I realized while writing the next bit that I'm going a bit more in-depth than I had initially planned. So atm, I'm tentatively thinking 9 instead of 6 🤔

Summary: Tony plans, kinda. Peter happens. An incident in SI's lobby. Never turn your back on a rutting alpha.

WC: 3112

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Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex

Chapter note: this parts the dubcon cause there's no talking before sex. Public fucking. Some possessiveness.

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May was nice enough to send a text saying that Peter was on the way. That meant Tony had about thirty minutes minimum until Peter arrived.

He did not spend those thirty minutes fretting or trying to fix his appearance. He was dressed down in more casual wear since it was Friday and well, he was Tony Stark. His appearance was always on point so fussing over it was pointless. Even so, he made sure to freshen up. He rubbed a wet washcloth around his scent glands, clearing the scent neutralizers in preparation.

If he was going to be handling an alpha entering his rut, he had to make use of everything he had in his arsenal. That included using his omega scent to calm said alpha and make sure he was in control of the situation.

Peter was such a well mannered kid though, a good kid, and even though he had a bratty rebellious streak at times, he always listened to his Uncle Tony. Tony was confident that he could handle the situation.

He'd never really cared to mentor newly rutting alphas so it wasn't like he had a plan. Playmating? That seemed like a good start to putting a rowdy young alpha in his place.

He finished up some reports and delegated the ones due in the next few days to the appropriate people. Pepper had been informed of his upcoming absence though Friday had reported it as a personal emergency. That was usually code for an irregular heat that sprung up on him. Not unusual.

Pepper was a beta too so Tony didn't really think she would understand Tony's role in Peter's life right then. Tony shrugged it off. It wasn't her business anyway.

By the time he was done and expecting his nephew, he still had about ten minutes left.

He spent those ten minutes waiting in the lobby, chatting up the polite receptionist at the desk.

"Oh– Congrats!" Tony cooed over the picture of the receptionist's pregnant mate. It was rare for two alphas to conceive but apparently, the new hire was one of the lucky ones. He'll be sure to tell Friday to send the couple a few baby gifts.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark," the alpha receptionist glowed with pride. "I'll be sure to tell Jess, she'd be so excited to–"

Something hit the middle of his back. The impact barely registered before Tony was yanked backward, his world rushing past him.

"Jeez…!" He almost activated a suit before he was caught and the scent of alpha and home had him blinking at his newly arrived nephew. Tony smacked the boy's chest, hitting only solid muscle. "What the fuck was that?! What did we say about webbing people in the lobby?"

There was a stubborn pout on his nephew's face and the arms that caught him only tightened.

"I don't like him, Uncle Tony," Peter muttered, pulling Tony even closer and glaring at someone over Tony's shoulder. He didn't even look away when he pressed his nose to Tony's neck, scenting him aggressively.

"Kid–" Tony tried shoving at his shoulders but that damn enhanced strength of his ensured Peter wasn't moving unless he wanted to.

"Something's different," Peter said, looking away from his supposed rival and finally looking at his uncle. "You… Uncle Tony, you smell really… really good…"

Tony should be annoyed because of all the manhandling but at those words, he preened. What omega wouldn't be pleased to be told that their natural scent smelled good?

Then he saw the way Peter's eyes dilated and a kind of haze overtook him.

Alpha in rut… Fuck. Tony needed to move him fast.

"Pete, let's go to the penthouse, alright?" Tony tried to pull out Peter's arms only for the younger alpha to growl and tug him closer.

"Uncle Tony, don't–" Peter struggled to talk, his senses starting to overwhelm him.

The lobby wasn't too busy at this time but there were still people. Security at the doors, the receptionist at the desk. Some guests were curiously peering over at them while making their way into the building.

"Kid– Petey-pie, c'mon," Tony urged, "Be a good alpha and follow your Uncle Tony to the elevators. There's some, uh, stuff we gotta go over."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter was dazed but his eyes were focused on Tony and only Tony. That was good, at least. His grip loosened and Tony drew in a breath of relief.

"Yeah, Uncle Tony's here, kid," Tony said encouragingly. "Come along now."

The first mistake Tony made was to think he had Peter under control just because the kid wasn't clinging to him anymore. The second was walking away from him and the third… The third fatal mistake was turning his back on a rutting alpha.

Never turn your back on an alpha, never mind one that was going into rut.

The next thing he knew, Tony was tackled to the floor from behind. His poor knees hit the ground and he grunted as his nephew grappled with him. Tony trying to break free was a lost cause. Not only was Peter an alpha but he was an enhanced one.

The struggle was over in a moment. In a split second, a perfectly aimed shot had webbing binding Tony's wrists together, rendering his hands useless. A strong arm crossed over his chest while Peter's other hand gripped his hip. The alpha's nose was buried against his nape and Tony was effectively caught under his alpha nephew.

Footsteps rushed towards them, shouts of alarm accompanying them.

"Mr. Stark!" The security guards paused on the periphery of Tony's vision, hesitant to intervene. They obviously recognized Peter and knew how pissed their boss would be if they hurt the kid.

In response, Peter growled and pressed even closer. Tony could feel the hardness of his– fuck, that was his nephew's cock against his ass. Hard and warm and Tony hadn't been in a casual hookup in ages but he knew the feel of an endowed cock and his sweet innocent nephew had such a cock. Even worse, he could smell how Peter's natural scent broke through the alpha's scent neutralizers and it was… it was mouthwatering.

"Get the kid off him!" One of the guards took control but it was not the right solution, not at all.

On his knees, with his ass in the air and a territorial alpha against his back, Tony hissed out, "Don't you fucking– Get back to your station!"

They hesitated a second longer before Tony let out a hissed growl, his own smaller omega fangs flashing at the intruders. They hastened away and the tense body above him relaxed but only minutely.

"Peter," Tony tried to reach his nephew but Peter didn't answer.

His hips nudged against Tony's ass, just slightly, as though testing the waters. The feeling of that swelling length, hot and eager against him, made the omega want to melt onto the ground.

Let the alpha do as he wished but Tony resisted. He had to take control and that meant not letting Peter know how much he was being affected.

In an attempt to discourage the alpha's jumping, Tony stayed stock still. But when Tony didn't move, Peter only took it as encouragement. He repeated the motion, nudging harder and pressing his hardening cock against Tony's body.

Calling his nephew's name wasn't working so Tony took a deep breath and tried again with his scent. He let his body go soft and pliant, shifting on his knees and spreading his legs just slightly.

Like this, Tony was an omega willing and even eager to mate and some part of Peter recognized it. His nephew's grip loosened, though it was still firm and kept Tony pinned to the floor.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured against his spine. The alpha's voice came out thready and needy.

Speech– that was good. Very good.

"Peter," Tony said, relieved. "Can you let me up…?"

No response. That… wasn't so good.

The hand at his hip started to move and Tony had a moment of hope where he thought Peter had regained his senses but he was wrong. With an ease that belied his inexperience, Peter reached between his legs and popped the button of his pants.

"Hah…!" Tony gasped when his nephew groped his cocklet over his underwear.

Peter was rough in his arousal, gripping and rubbing, trying to elicit a response, any response, from his omega uncle. And fuck, Tony was only human so was it really a surprise when that rough touch had his cocklet starting to chub up?

At that moment, Tony regretted that he had removed his scent neutralizers because once Peter started groping and humping him, his scent flooded out unimpeded.

Tony was an omega. He wasn't quite as young as he used to be, but he was still an omega. Still fertile, still within his prime, and still very willing to get fucked against the floor. Apparently.

And so his scent came out, enticing and signaling his very willingness to mate. Peter got the brunt of it and the alpha went stupid with it, groaning and humping his ass even more forcefully so that Tony was forced onto his stomach.

He could feel Peter's young alpha cock digging into the cleft of his ass. Every harsh twitch of his hips pressed him in harder as though strength alone could make him shove through the layer of clothing and into the wet hole waiting for him.

Tony's fingers curled in their bonds and his entire body felt hot. It had been a long time since he had an alpha just take him and use him however he wanted.

Vaguely, Tony knew he should fight more. He should try to take control but Peter smelled so good. Peter was doing everything right as an alpha dominating an omega.

Cover and protect.

Show intent. Make your omega feel good… Make your omega willing to spread their legs for you…

Peter's rough handling, while it might not be every omega's cup of tea, it was certainly Tony's. So when his nephew started to reach past his cocklet and venture into that area where Tony was slicking up so nicely, the omega only groaned and pressed his hips into the thrusting clothed cock above him.

"Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, still stupid and dazed with the omega's thick scent of arousal and need. "You're wet here, Uncle Tony. I can feel–"

"Mmph!" Tony groaned when the boy touched his pussy, slick easily drenching his fingers as he rubbed between his pussy lips. Peter was clumsy as he explored there. He moved his fingers up and down, searching for his hole, all the while making needy, wanting moans against Tony's ear.

Unfortunately, Peter still had so much to learn. In his eagerness to get at Tony's body, he'd only shoved his hand in the omega's pants and there was only so much slack before the restriction impeded his actions. Peter was only able to rub a finger over Tony's hole, barely able to dip a fingertip in before he couldn't get any deeper.

Even so, the feeling of his nephew's finger rubbing over his eager wet hole had Tony shuddering and shaking. His body was lit up in want, pumping out a fuckmefuckmefuckmenowNOW scent that only had Peter whining even more pitifully.

Peter rubbed more forcefully but it only added to Tony's frustration so with a growl, the omega bucked his hips in an attempt to throw his nephew off. Peter wouldn't allow it but his hand did retreat.

He backed off, his chest finally leaving Tony's back but just when Tony thought their impromptu humping session was over, Peter pulled him back onto his knees. His pants were shoved down, underwear along with it, and then searing hot flesh slapped against his ass.

"Pete…!" Tony gasped. A warning growl was on the tip of his tongue but it was lost in a choked groan as that hot eager flesh rubbed against him for just a moment more.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter groaned, lost in the moment and only knowing his uncle's name.

Then his nephew shoved his cock into Tony's pussy and the omega yelped as the girth of Peter's cock demanded space inside him that Tony hadn't been prepared to give. It stung, his pussy being forced to stretch for an alpha's cock and one that was impressive in size and girth like his nephew's.

"Oh– oh…!" Peter was in heaven, fucking into his uncle's pussy with the reckless abandon of a virgin having his first time.

Tony looked over his shoulder and caught the look of pure bliss and even though he struggled to take the alpha's cock, his baser omega instincts were pleased. No more teasing, no more frustration. The omega was getting the fuck he needed after being scented and teased into a frenzy.

Peter was sloppy and inexperienced, that much was clear. He fucked with desperation, with a need that demanded satisfaction. He chased after his own pleasure, only inadvertently giving Tony his own by sheer luck. He gripped Tony's hips and worked the length of his alpha cock in with every thrust. Every inch that he worked in, his hips would barely shift back, unwilling to pull out, before he thrust in again.

Tony took the young alpha's eager thrusting, adjusting as much as he could to make it feel good for himself too. His pussy was only getting wetter, his body naturally reacting to the alpha's cock plowing into him.

Peter's sweet moans were unfiltered as was the wet sounds of their fucking. This was mating in its most base form, an alpha mounting and fucking an eager omega.

Tony's entire body shook with the thrusts and his soft, quieter moans were only heard by the alpha fucking him. When the alpha's hips finally smacked against his ass in a harsh clap, the entire length of his cock buried deep, Peter let out a loud satisfied groan while Tony panted from the exertion.

His nephew's cock was inside him. The entire thing… His pussy squeezed down on the thick intimidating length and Tony let out a breathless mmm when he felt it twitch and jerk inside him.

It was so deep… Tony felt like it was pressing on something, something good, that few had ever reached. He felt like his nephew's cock was in his belly, the length of it so demanding that it made its own space in the omega's body.

Tony shuddered at the thought of being so full. He had never felt this full, even with past lovers. He shuddered again because the kid hadn't even come inside him yet… Tony's poor tummy, flat and toned hard earned from working out, would be full to bursting once the alpha came.

His body's clenching and squeezing from the result of Tony's dirty thoughts was only bringing Peter closer to the edge. Tony only realized it when the alpha made an aborted thrust, a low whine interrupting his moans.

Oh… Tony's hips pulled away when he felt the undeniable bulge nudging against his wet hole. He recognized it… An alpha's knot. His nephew was starting to knot.

Truth be told, the kid lasted longer than Tony expected. Especially since his sweet nephew hadn't even put on a condom–

Tony froze in realization then he tried to scramble out from Peter's hold. The alpha, previously appeased from Tony's lack of struggling, growled and clamped a hand to Tony's nape, shoving him down and fucking right back in.

"Peter…! You–!" Aren't wearing a condom!

Too late. The alpha fucked in twice more, harsh and unforgiving like he was punishing Tony for trying to run.

The omega felt the flexing of his nephew's cock, that engorged length readying to deliver a thick load. At his entrance, Peter's knot was starting to inflate and soon, they'd be locked. Peter would fill him up as he imagined previously and the seed would paint his insides white. Tony's belly would bulge with how much the young alpha had to give…

His own orgasm was right there, just within reach. The press of Peter's cockhead and the growing size of his knot rubbing against that sweet spot that only a knot could stimulate…

His muscles squeezed down harshly, wetness flooding his pussy as he came. Tony closed his eyes as he felt the first spurt of Peter's orgasm. Heat flooded his insides as his pussy instinctively locked down. Then he gasped as he was suddenly left empty, his pussy aching from the knot being forced out.

He collapsed on the ground and twitched when he felt strips of hot cum landing on his ass. Shakily he turned onto his back, legs still splayed apart, his entire body flushed and dirty from the fucking. More cum landed on him and he was treated with the view of his nephew on his knees, head thrown back as he gasped through his orgasm. One hand massaged his knot while the other jerked his cock.

Peter opened his eyes and their gazes locked only for the alpha to look away as he aimed his cock and sent the last of his load between his uncle's legs.

Shocked and still catching his breath, Tony could only watch as messy stripes of cum landed on his abused pussy and cocklet.

When Tony met Peter's gaze again, he saw the deep satisfaction in his nephew's eyes and Tony… Tony couldn't even be mad at him because the sex had been messy and rushed as fuck but it had still been good.

He dragged his fingers over the trails of cum, finding it thick and copious.

"You cum marked me?" Tony looked at his nephew with hooded eyes.

Finally clear of the rut haze, Peter had the audacity to blush.

"Sorry, Uncle Tony…" Peter muttered and yet, he couldn't looked away from Tony's spread legs, staring intently, almost obsessed, with the sight of his cum dripping out of his uncle's hole.

The omega took a deep breath and shoved his foot against the alpha's stomach which caused Peter to fall onto his butt with an oof.

"Get this webbing off then we need to have a serious talk," Tony said after clearing his throat.

He wasn't going to admit that the pup had gotten the upper hand on him. In a way, Tony could work it to his favor. Now he knew how much Peter needed in his guidance.

Yeah, Tony could work with this. It didn't matter that he felt so thoroughly fucked and pleased with that fucking.

From here on out, Tony was in control.

#starker #starkercest #nff #madstarker writes #madstarker: how to train your rutting alpha #omegaverse #uncle tony #sfstarkercest23

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haggravated-lassault · 26 days

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STARKER +18 Discord server

Join us ❣️

New and small as of right now but I hope it grows . Everything starker fanart, fanfics, roleplay and much more.

It's server with NSFW content so no minors meaning only 18 or older allowed ( if you don't confirm you're age within 24hs you're out)

#starker #starkercest #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #discord server #starker discord #proship #proshippers please interact #+18 or +adult only #tnpt #tony x peter #ironspider

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starkerhowlter · 10 months

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Princess Parker -- 11

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

Well, here we are. The final chapter of Princess Parker. Thank you so so so much to everyone who has come on this journey with me. From the birth of this idea one April night in 2022 to now, Princess Parker has grown into this entire entity by himself who has carved out a special place in my heart. Peter has become his own person in the Super Starkers Discord and he sort of became a child to me and the other sprinters.

I'd like to take a second to shout out some of the people who helped to make this fic possible before we get started:

First and foremost I want to thank @cozysafechaotic . From the beginning, ey have supported me and believed in every idea and headcannon I have had about this lil guy and his world. Thank you so much for beta'ing and for always being supportive.

Second, I want to thank the following people from the Super Starkers Discord: @khalixascorner : Mama ducky, for always always always believing in Princess Parker and for seeing him in the mess even when I couldn't and never allowing me to quit on him or the fic.

A special shout-out to my squad in the sprinting chat on discord as well. I couldn't possibly name all of you here without it being like 900000 years long. So if you even so much as suggested a color for his nails or a random thing that did actually ever make into the fic, please know I appreciate you so much and that I couldn't be more grateful for all that you guys do. I love you all so much <3

And finally, one last big thank you to you dear reader. Without you taking the time out of your life to cuddle up with Princess Parker and hear his story none of this would be possible!

I can safely promise you, this will not be the last you will see of Peter. However, for the moment, it is. I hope you have enjoyed his story and I can't wait to share more of his life with all of you. If you'd like to ask anything about Princess Parker or prompt me with oneshots for it, come find me on tumblr @starkerhowlter !

Enjoy the fic, I will stop rambling now!

11-- The End Is Just The Beginning

Two weeks later, the duo find themselves meeting again in the science building bathroom. Peter's leaning against the counter, looking as enticing as ever. Before Tony can stop himself, he has Peter pressed against the line of sinks in a deep kiss. "Fuck, I've missed this." The edge of the sink against his back is all that keeps Peter grounded. Well, that and the feeling of Tony Stark's mouth against his. "I've missed it too." He gasps in between connections, the feeling of his words hot against Tony's lips. He slips his fingers into the back of the other's hair; something he discovered in the last week is a soft spot for Tony. As expected, the scientist gasps and allows Peter to lick into his mouth. He gasps, guiding Tony's hand to his hips, "Fuck, T." Peter whispers, head falling back slightly. "I know," Tony replies, breath ghosting over the boy's jaw.

Before they can connect again, the bathroom door creaks. "Fuck!" Peter squeaks, pushing Tony back and turning to face the sink. He turns on the water, making it look as though he's just washing his hands. Tony rushes to the other end of the sinks, and fakes fixing his hair in the mirror adjusting and readjusting his aviators. The person enters the bathroom, not looking up from his phone as he disappears into one of the stalls. Peter catches Tony's reflection in the mirror, laughing silently at the smirk he's met with. Tony winks, heading towards the door, pretending that the hand running across Peter's ass is an accident.

------ "Come in!" Tony calls the next Sunday afternoon. He continues picking up a screwdriver and screwing another bracket into place, not looking at the door. "Hey, hi." "Hi." Peter begins, flinching when Tony cries out. "Fuck!"

Peter's eyes grow wide, from where he leans against the door frame, worried that he's overstepped in showing up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to invade." He watches worriedly as Tony pulls his hands out of the metal box, blood seeping at his fingertips. "You didn't... Ahem... c-come on in!" Tony gasps, cradling his wound. Blood drips into his cupped hand as he kicks the bathroom door open, and turns on the light with his elbow. Peter rushes over, turning on the sink. "I didn't mean to startle you!" "You're fine. It just slid. It's fine." Tony runs water over the gash, watching as the water tints a slight pink. Peter leans against the counter fretting, staring at Tony's reflection. He refuses to look in the sink, avoiding seeing Tony's hand. "Peter, it's okay. It's just a small cut. I’ll survive, I’ve endured worse. I don't need stitches or medical attention. Just some good old soap, water, and a bandage." "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to be hurt! Are your screwdrivers safe? Is there rust?" "Easy worry wart. I promise it won't be falling apart before our next… date? I think we can call them dates?" "Is that your way of asking me out, Tony Stark?" Tony rubs his hand against the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his eyes. Peter smiles to himself, "Because if it is, I already have an answer." "Oh you do, do you?" Tony approaches with a smirk, placing his uninjured hand on Peter's waist and drawing him close. "Yes," Peter replies with a giggle, leaning in and kissing the punk.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are MUCH appreciated

#starker #tony x peter #shut up nika #nika writes #tony stark #peter parker #princess parker

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