#Stark Reader

[alotofpockets]

Replaced | Part 1 | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader, and Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Story warnings: heart disease/failure, loss of a parent, absent father.

Story summary: Your father, Tony Stark, has been rather absent in the recent years of your life. What will happen when you show up at the Avengers Compound after you lose your mom?

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Your parents split up when you were just two years old, therefore you didn't even remember them together. You've lived with just your mom ever since. At first you spend every summer at your dad's, but ever since he became Iron Man, that stopped. Your dad had claimed to not have enough time on his hands to keep you safe. 

It's been about ten years since you've had sleepovers at your dad's in the summer. You had seen him every few months to catch up over dinner, but much more than that you hadn't seen of your dad. It sucks, because he was your dad and you want him in your life, but over the years it started to get more and more clear to you that being an entrepreneur and superhero was more important to him than being a father. 

Over those years your mom had been your biggest form of support, she was always there for you and your needs. She was your mom and best friend in one, you could share everything with her. Sure, your dad made sure you and your mom had the money to live a good life, and so that your mom was able to keep her local book store running instead of having to get a better paying job. You were very grateful for that, because your mom absolutely loved that store. On your eighteenth birthday your mom asked you if you wanted to be the co-owner of the store. You had been working there as a side job ever since you started college. You were grateful for her offer, and gladly accepted it. 

At college you studied business, something that clearly runs in the family. Everything you’ve learned in class, you got to put to use at the store. Once you were done with college, your mom had taught you about every aspect of the store, unbeknownst to you, making you ready to take over one day. It happened suddenly, one day everything was good, and the next day you were in an ambulance because your mother had collapsed. After hours of testing the doctor let you know that something was wrong with her heart. At first medication was enough to help your mom get through the day, but when those stopped working, she had to have surgery. She stayed at the hospital for a while to monitor everything. You spend as much time as you could by her side, while also keeping the store running. It was mentally and physically draining, but the store was your mom’s pride and joy, and you had every intention to keep it running for her. She got a bit better after the surgery, but gradually over the months she was declining in her health once again. 

She ended up in the hospital once again, this time she was on 24-hour watches. When the doctors informed you that there wasn’t anything they could do for her anymore, you started talking about a DNR. Your mom had a long talk with you, stating that she left everything to you in the will. “Sweetheart, I know you have big dreams and I want you to follow them all. Please don’t let keeping the store get in the way of that. I love you, and I want you to live your life for you, okay sweetheart?” That evening you had cried in her arms as she signed the DNR form. 

Your mom was in the hospital for another week when the day you had been dreading came. The day you got the call from the doctors saying that your mom wasn’t going to make it to the end of the day. You closed down the store and rushed to the hospital, wanting to spend her last moments together. The rest of the day you spent by her side, holding her hand, and telling her your favorite memories together. You had balled your eyes out as the heart monitor's beeping started slowing down, eventually dying down to a continuous beep. The doctor came in to turn off the machine, and sent his condolences your way, before leaving you to say your last goodbyes. 

You didn't know where to go when you left the hospital, walking around aimlessly, until you found yourself at the Avengers Compound. You decided to ring the doorbell, since your subconscious led you here and you really needed to rehydrate. A woman's voice sounded over the intercom, "Avengers Compound, who is it?" You quickly wiped your tears as you saw a camera was pointing at your face, "Ehm, I'm Y/n Stark, I'm here to see my dad." 

The voice stayed quiet for a moment, "Very funny, do you have ID to prove that?" You reached into your pocket and held your ID up to the camera. “One moment, I’ll be right with you.” A minute later the door was opened by the woman you knew from the news as Black Widow. “Hi, I’m Natasha. Sorry about that, you don’t want to know how many kids come up here claiming to be one of our kids, in hopes they can enter the building.” With a small voice you replied, “It’s okay. Is he here?” Natasha shook her head, “No, but I’ll let him know you’re here. Come on, I’ll walk you to the common room.” She led you to the couch and offered you a drink. 

While Natasha walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, all the emotions that came with losing your mom came to the service. You put your feet up on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest. Your head leaning on your knees as tears start streaming down your face once again. Natasha walks back into the common room with the glass of water and notices your state, she takes a seat next to you on the couch. “Hey, what’s wrong? I know we just met, but no one should go through these kinds of emotions alone. May I hug you?” Without saying anything, you lean into Natasha. She was right, you had just met her, but you really needed the comfort. You felt Natasha’s arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you tight. “My mom.” You say with a shaky voice, “I just lost my mom.” You cry out. Natasha moves one of her hands to rub small circles on your back. Natasha knew what loss was and felt for the stranger in her arms. She wanted to bring you comfort, the way she wished she had gotten.

It wasn’t until later in the day, when you had calmed down, met some of the other Avengers, and settled down on the couch watching a movie with them that your dad got home. He didn’t even notice you there, so Natasha spoke up. “Tony, did you get my messages?” She said while moving her eyes between him and you. That’s when his eyes fell on you, “Oh, y/n, hi. What are you doing here?” It felt kind of awkward to be in the same room as your dad and it not being a restaurant. “Mom, she. She passed away earlier today.” You wipe away the tear that fell down your face quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n.” His phone rang before the conversation could continue, “I have to take this.” He stood up and walked away. Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “Come on, I’ll get a room ready for you, and you can stay the night.”

You didn't sleep much that night, but who could blame you. Your mom just died, and your dad seemed to not give a shit about it or you. Reluctantly you got out of bed and put on the clothes Natasha laid out for you. Making your way to the kitchen, you were hoping that your dad would be there for you. Once you got to the kitchen though, your dad was getting ready to leave. "Ah good morning, y/n. I've got to pick up the kid, I'll be back later." And once again he was out the door. 

Sitting down at the counter you stare blankly ahead of yourself. Wanda and Natasha find you in the kitchen after their morning work out. Wanda is the first to sense that something is wrong and approaches you. "Hey, y/n, how are you holding up?" Wanda had experienced her own loss with her parents and brother, all those feelings came back to the moment she heard that you had lost your mom. "Who's 'the kid' my dad is referring to?" Wanda takes no time in answering your question, only making you believe that your dad calls this person ‘kid’ all the time. "Peter Parker, or as you probably know him, Spider-Man." You divert your eyes once more. Moments later Natasha places a plate of food in front of you, "I'm no chef, but I hope it's good." 

You all ate in silence, you were grateful for their comfort. "Hey, is there any way either one of you can bring me to the hospital? I need to figure out some things and sign some papers. I was going to ask my dad, but he's too busy." They both agreed to come with you, and even went into the hospital with you. You reached for Natasha's hand as the doctor spoke to you about the next steps. 

After filling out all the necessary forms the doctor sent you on your way, since it had been a couple hours and it was around lunchtime now you asked the women, "Do you want to grab a quick bite? As a thank you for both of your support today." Wanda checks the time before saying, “I’m sorry, I’d love to, but I have to head back. I’ve got a few meetings this afternoon.” You look over to Natasha. "Yeah, let's do it. Only because I'm hungry though, not because you need to do this to thank us, I was happy to go with you." You both hugged Wanda goodby and headed to a nearby restaurant.

During lunch you spend the time getting to know each other better. She told you about her hobbies and what it was like to be an Avenger and you told her about your hobbies and the bookstore. "I have the rest of the day off, if you want to go by the store and make sure everything is settled there, since you left in a hurry yesterday." Natasha offered. "Are you sure? I'd really like that, but only if it's not too much trouble." Of course, it was no trouble at all, Natasha was enjoying getting to know you better. 

At the store you spend some time on putting the money in the safe, which in your haste you didn’t even do, and some paperwork. Natasha was walking around the shop while you were finishing up. “It’s a wonderful place, y/n. You and your mom did an incredible job, I’m sure she is so proud of you for wanting to keep the store running.” You thanked her for her kindness before printing out a sign saying you would be closed for the next week.

Walking out of the store you got the sinking feeling that you were going to go home to an empty house. “Do you think I can stay at the Compound for another night?” You ask Natasha shyly. “Yeah, of course, do you want to grab some clothes before heading back?” At your front door you freeze with the keys in your hand, unable to unlock the door. “May I?” Natasha asks softly. You hand her the key and she opens the door for you. She takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know she’s there with you. After grabbing some clothes you make your way back to the Compound.

When you arrived back at the compound, you heard laughter coming from the common room. You recognized one of the voices to be the one of your dad, so you walked in. “Oh hey, kid, meet my daughter y/n.” Tony introduces you. “Y/n, this is Peter.” It was painful this morning hearing that your dad called another person ‘kid’, a nickname he used to call you, but the sight of this broke you even more. You turned on your heels and walked in the opposite direction. To your surprise your dad called after you, “Y/n, don’t leave.” That snaps something in you. “Don’t leave?” You ask, raising your voice slightly. “Isn’t that exactly like you did? You left me because you didn’t have time to keep me safe, and now I see you’ve just replaced me with another kid that you took under your wing. Why can you take care of him, but not of me?” Tony stood up. “Peter is different, he has powers, he can protect himself.” 

“That’s bullshit, Natasha doesn’t have powers and she’s an Avenger, she can protect herself. And what about Clint, Yelena and Kate? Not to mention you yourself. They can all protect themselves. All you had to do was teach me how to protect myself, but instead you left.” You didn’t wait for a response and continued walking toward the room Natasha had let you stay in. “What was that all about?” Tony asks Natasha. “Man, I knew you could be oblivious, but seriously? She just lost her mom, the only person she has had to depend on. Wanda and I went to the hospital with her today to make arrangements, because you were too busy talking with Peter.” She turned to Peter, “No offense, Spider-Boy.” And with that Natasha followed you to the room. 

“I’m so sorry about him.” She said as she walked into your room. You shrugged, “It’s fine, I don’t know why I expected more.” Natasha said down on the bed next to you. “Want to watch a movie, to get your mind off of everything?” You lifted the blanket for her to join you. About fifteen minutes into the movie, you lean into Natasha, Without a word, she wraps her arm around your shoulder. Not long after your eyes closed and you slept for the first time in weeks. 

Your dad might not be there for you the way you wanted him to be, but you were glad you came here and got to meet Natasha. From the first time on that couch in the common room, you had felt a connection with her, a connection that had only grown stronger over the hours that you had known her. A connection that you knew was only going to continue growing.

Part 2

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[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Sleepless in the Compound.

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Stark fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Word count: 944.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just made it to the compound after a week long mission, exhaustion clearly present on her entire being as she walks from the hangar to the bedroom she shared with you.

It being well past midnight she expected nothing less than for you to be sleeping. Heart soaring at the prospect of being to able to be in your arms once again after being apart for so long.

But as the redhead makes it to the hall of your sleeping quarters, she hears thuds coming from inside the room and her eyes turn red, wisps of magic coming out of her fingers in cation.

As she nears the door slowly, she continues hearing the ruckus coming from inside and she sends the door flying open only to see you dancing around the room, occasionally attempting to do a cartwheel, music blaring from the large headphones you’re wearing, the sight causing amusement to Wanda.

Slowly as to not startle you, your girlfriend approaches. “Hello?” Wanda begins as you continue moving about, too quickly for you to even notice another person in the room. “Baby? Y/N?” The redhead says, as you stand with your back facing towards her, letting Wanda put her hands on your shoulders to get your attention.

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, pulling the headphones into your hands as your turn around, jumping up in fear, the scare causing you to light the object on fire.

“Oh my god, babe! Put it out!” Wanda exclaims as well, startled by your powers.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just- you scared me,” you say, slightly panting as ice shoots out of your hands to extinguish the fire.

“I called you, but you were doing, well honestly, god knows what,” Wanda chuckles, “what are you doing up anyway? I expected you to be asleep by now.”

“Usually I would be asleep but, you know how my brother always likes to complains about being the only Avenger that doesn’t sleep well and how even when something comes up no matter how sleep deprived he is he always manages to have the complete focus that I lack and all that bullshit, you know how it goes. Well… while you were gone he was getting on my nerves, so to shut him up, we sort of made a bet,” you say grinning widely, bouncing on your toes as your arms encircle Wanda’s waist.

“Oh no, what did you do?” The redhead asks, an amused smirk on her face as she places her hands on your shoulders to stop your movements.

“Sorry,” you mutter sheepishly, “I’m like really energized, but also really tired because well I haven’t slept. But anyway, I made a bet with Tony!” You grin, Wanda tilting her head so you can provide more information, “I bet him that I could last awake longer than his record of 36 hours in exchange for an all paid, week long trip to Hawaii for our anniversary next month!” You say, bouncing in your spot once again in excitement. “We’ve been dating for almost 3 years and we hardly ever have time to do something this big. I love the beach, you love the beach and if I win we get one week of no interruptions, paid by Tony, so I'm trying to win here baby,” you smile, “also I was like, you’re so on, you know, cause I can never back out of a bet, but isn’t it great?” You ramble and Wanda chuckles.

“That's great babe, but how much longer do you have to be up? Because this mission was exhausting and I was really looking forward to relaxing with you. I want nothing more than to get into that bed with you and sleep my love,” the redhead pouts.

“Uh, sorry, but I can't do that just yet Max, I have to stay awake.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to her pouty lips, “but don't worry once Friday hits, I win and I'm all yours. We can relax and sleep all you want! Then we get ready to go on a vacation next month, for a week, for free,” You beam and Wanda’s eyes widen.

“Y/N/N,” she begins slowly, “when’s the last time you slept?”

“On Wednesday it’ll be 48 hours since I’ve been awake,” you reply, moving away from Wanda as you now attempt to do a backflip.

“Y/N, what the fuck!” The redhead exclaims in shock, “you need to get some sleep now! It’s Friday, detka! Oh my god! You won, now get some rest!” Your girlfriend says, eyes full of worry.

Wanda’s outburst and the revelation of the day has your body thudding on the floor and you look up at your girlfriend with wide eyes, “wait, are you serious?” You ask, smile wiped off your face, “I’ve been awake for 4 days?” You say slowly as Wanda cautiously nods. “Oh my god,” you whisper and your girlfriend kneels down beside you.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” The redhead asks, green eyes inspecting your features as you lay on the floor.

“Am I okay?” You begin slowly, “am I okay?” You repeat a little louder, suddenly jumping up with a smile on your face. “Of course I’m okay, I beat Tony! Holy shit, we’re going to Hawaii baby!” You exclaim pulling a surprised Wanda off the ground to pull her into a happy kiss, “I have to go tell him and rub it in his dumb stupid face!” You say, pulling away from a still shocked Wanda to run out of the room your voice booming through the compound as you yell, “oh Tony, you big loser, where are you?”

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Tony marvels at Y/N and Wanda’s babies…

Tony: I can’t believe it! I become a grandpa on the same day I become a dad too!!

Y/N: uhh… Dad? Isn’t Pepper in labor right now?

Tony: oh dang it! I gotta go!! Congrats you two!!

Tony runs off in a hurry…

Wanda: he’s lucky it’s the same hospital.

Y/N kisses her on the forehead and holds her tight…

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[supercap2319]

Peter had a severe case of blue balls. It seems that no matter what he tried, he couldn't get off in the way that would leave him feeling drained and satisfied. He tried jerking off to porn, but it would only leave him feeling more hard and horny.

He tried fucking Betty Brant in the backseat of her father's car, but she left Peter feeling limper than cooked pasta. She didn't get him going at all while she was losing her fucking mind and screaming. Who knew Betty was so loud? Peter certainly didn't until he did.

It took a few days before Peter realized why he was feeling so dissatisfied. He needed Y/N Stark. Contrary to popular belief, Peter actually liked Y/N. To an extent. Despite their hatred for each other, the sex was remarkably explosive, and left Peter feeling so nice and satisfied.

His cock missed Y/N. How ironic that the person that Peter hated was the only one who could get him off. Y/N was on a business trip with his dad for two weeks. Hopefully, they came back soon before Peter's dick and balls fell off.

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[claymoresword]

Where's My Love

Cersei Lannister x Stark Fem!Reader 🐺

Prompt: I was wondering if you could write a Cersei x Stark!fem!reader where she's Ned's youngest sister and Cersei's ex-secret lover. Reader is a rebel like Arya and never married but she's very protective of her nieces/nephews. She and Cersei had a bad breakup and are finally reuniting during the events of the first GOT episode when the king's court goes to Winterfell. You could write reader backing up Arya again Joffrey and Cersei seething 😂😂😂 you can include g!p and smut if you want.

Wordcount: 5.8k

Pairing: Cersei x Stark Reader

Warnings: g!p reader, smut, power play, depictions of physical abuse, cheating , very toxic , references to alcoholism, breeding kink if you squint, emotional manipulation, did i already say this was toxic ?

Note: thank you so much 🐑 for the prompt! i actually had a lot of fun writing this one. also important to note this is my first time actually publishing something y'all have requested me to write so hopefully i got this right.. i know i tweaked and added a couple things but i hope you don't mind! and if you hate this i'm sorry lmao i tried <33

(smut after asterisks)

Bouts of laughter erupt from your nephews as Bran once again misses his mark, the arrow flies way over the target.

You glare at the older boys, in response Robb places a hand over his mouth, Jon instead chooses to avoid your gaze entirely focusing his stare at the ground beneath.

All dirt and sleet on the base of your boot, the ground squelched with every step you took.

“Try again, Bran. Take a deep breath, aim properly.” You order placing a lingering hand on his shoulder. 

The young boy nods obediently as you step back once more, he raises his bow arm. 

He aims, soon releasing the string, and once again, he misses. The arrow pierces the edge of a barrel on the far left, leagues away from his actual target.

Once again the boys burst into fits of laughter, this time is it not you who reprimands them.

“And which one of you was a marksman at ten?” You follow the sound of your brother's voice, he is standing on the balcony above, Catelyn by his side.

“Keep trying, Bran.” Jon decides to cease his teasing, he encourages his half-brother.

A sudden gust of wind tickles your face, the cold breeze permeates the air, bleeding through the thin fabric of your doublet. You immediately regret not putting on more layers this morning. You have lost track of the days, but there is no doubt that winter is coming.

“Robb, make certain your brother continues practicing. I am going back inside, but remember– your father is watching.” You warn your eldest nephew, as stern as you can manage. 

Shaggy streaks of red hair fall over his eyes as he nods. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as you start up the stairs, but your plan to slip back into your chambers unnoticed fails.

“Y/n.” Cat appears next to you.

“Are you alright?” The Lady of Winterfell asks, and you force a sweet smile, one to disarm and hopefully quell her worries. 

Catelyn didn't exactly warm to you at first, and neither did you with her, but over time you both grew to truly care for one another. She was like an older sister to you, the void left by your late sister Lyanna did not seem so large with her around.

“I'm fine, I just needed to fetch something from my bedchambers, that's all.” You lie. However, the older woman somehow always manages to see right through you.

She gazes upon you skeptically only to eventually release your arm. She takes a step back, allowing you to take your leave without further interrogation.

-

In truth, you were far from alright. 

Despite yourself, you have been on edge since finding out that the King is on his way to Winterfell with his Lady wife and all of their children.

This visit is a sudden one. Upon the death of Jon Arryn you had expected things to be different, knowing how much the former Hand meant to your brother– but you never anticipated a visit from the King himself.

You hadn't seen Robert in nine years, and his wife for longer than that. 

It is not by accident.

If it was up to you, things would be different. You would still be in King's Landing today, perhaps serving as Knight– or as Cersei had once intended, a personal guard for the Queen.

You were once certain that you would spend the rest of your days by Cersei's side, no matter the circumstances, but you merely held the high hopefulness of a young girl. 

Since then have been forced to accept that life is nothing like the tales and songs you were fed as a child. The Gods are not always merciful, things rarely ever go to plan and love most certainly does not conquer all.

Life got in the way of your love, and pride did the rest. 

You have not spoken to Cersei Lannister in a decade, yet your entire being continued to ache with every day that you have spent apart. Time does not heal the type of hurt that only yields to resentment.

When the King and Queen arrive for their visit on the morrow, you intend to avoid her Grace at all costs, for her sake and your own. Above all, you will have no choice but to grit your teeth and endure what you must.

You haven't seen Cersei in years, but you were bound to slaughter each other given the chance.

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“Come in!” You beckon whoever was on the other side of the door as you fastened the clasps on your doublet.

Ned ceases his knocking, pushing the door open, he looks upon you in a way he knew you hated, but your brother can hardly help it.

He worries about you. When you returned home all those years ago, you were inconsolable. 

You are a Stark, not made for the South. Your brother tried in jest, but he knew it wasn't the weather, or even court politics that despaired you. 

It was Cersei, it had always been Cersei.

"The King was seen riding up; he should be arriving any moment.” Ned states.

“Right, I'm almost done here.” You quip, but the man takes it upon himself to assist you with your sheepskin cloak, draping it over your shoulders.

He keeps his hands on you, his brows furrowed with evident worry, and for some reason you can't help but find it all a bit silly, you chuckle lightly. “I will be fine, Ned.” 

Your brother appears less than convinced,  you shove him playfully. “You worry about me too much, brother, it’s beginning to age you.”

Ned scoffs. “Aye, try being in my position for a day and you'll understand why I worry so much… but it is time that's aging me, little sister.” Ned quips in response and this makes you pause.

You notice the streaks of white, scattered across his dark locks. As the morning sun peeks through the window, catching his face, you observe more of those streaks in his beard.

Where has time gone?

Ned steps closer, it seems that he has mistaken your silence for something else. Your brother plants a quick kiss on the crown of your head as a result.

In times like this you can't help but feel like a girl of thirteen again, looking to her older brother for protection.

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You watched as the Kingsguard rode through the walls of Winterfell, Lannister banners in hand. It unsettles you more than you thought it would. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, turning to Sansa, her younger sister still nowhere in sight.

“Sansa, where is your sister?” You question and the girl only shrugs dismissively, but you aren't left wondering for long as Arya can be seen pushing through the crowd, quickly settling next to you.

The young girl was wearing an iron helm you had never seen before, her once pristine dress now ornamented with specks of dirt and grime. You shake your head disapprovingly, an effort to suppress your amusement.

Sansa scoffs at the sight of her younger sister, while you snatch the helm off Arya's head, she looks up at you with a scowl.

“Where did you even get this?” You ask, your tone manages to match the look on her face.

Arya gives you no response, and you aren't allowed the opportunity to press her further as you feel a nudge against your arm. Ned forces you to look ahead as the King can be seen dismounting his horse.

Ned kneels, and you and everyone else follows suit.

After a beat, the King's command all of you to rise, and soon you spot the carriage halting a few feet behind him.

You involuntarily held your breath as the door opens. The Queen emerges, she keeps her gaze ahead as she climbs down the steps.

Cersei looks the picture of poise and grace. She seems older, and somehow even more beautiful than you remembered. It knocked the wind right out of you, you had to look away. 

Your eyes are no longer on the Queen, but your chest aches all the same.

“Cat!” Your attention is pulled to the display before you as the King addresses your sister in law, pulling her in for an embrace that she doesn't appear to be prepared for.

“Nine years. why haven't I seen you, where the hell have you been?” Robert addresses your brother once more.

“Guarding the North, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.” Ned replies, practiced and noble as he always was.

Robert then turns to you, a scowl upon his face, one that stuns you slightly. Your mind turns to Cersei, you consider what she might have shared with her Lord husband in your absence. 

She must have told him the real reason you left King's Landing, no doubt the King will want you punished for repeatedly bedding his wife all those years ago. but then the King's frown turns, and your mind ceases its torment. 

Robert lunges only to pull you in for an embrace, a gesture that startles you, your body remains tense until he releases you from his hold.

“I expected better from you, Y/n.” The King narrows his gaze in a puckish manner. 

“Unlike your damned brother here I thought you enjoyed the Keep. I was sure you wanted to serve in my Kingsguard.” He adds, and you force a grin, gallant yet strained.

“I admit that was a different time, Your Grace. These days, my passions lie elsewhere.” You reply, and you can hardly prevent the way your gaze flits towards the Queen for a moment.

Cersei has been stood beside her husband, staring at you relentlessly for the entire duration of this interaction. If the Queen has remained the same person she was all those years ago, then you know for certain this was her attempt to intimidate– but you were not so keen on letting her have the upper hand. 

You drill your expression, unfazed.

The King snorts derisively at your answer, but says nothing more.

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You had spent most of the afternoon, drowning in your cups. The knowledge that Cersei was only a few doors away was aggravating, everything you thought to have successfully repressed has now resurfaced.

Every inch of you calls out to Cersei, your very soul yearns for her. You craved the unbearable pain, and blinding pleasure that came with being around her.

You have laid awake many nights picturing the ways you would confront her. The things you would say to her. 

You fantasized about the possibility of finally being rid of all of your pain. To hurt her the same way she hurt you. Your heart, dense and cold, obstructed by all things Cersei. Within you, you carried everything you despised about the other woman– and all the things you adored.

The Queen was a mistake you couldn't erase, and simultaneously the best thing that has ever happened to you. You hate her, but you cannot stand to be apart from her.

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The sound of commotion snatches you out of your thoughts. The voices that permeate sound vaguely familiar to you, but you are only able to place them once you take a glance out your window.

You spot Arya and Bran in the courtyard. Prince Joffrey standing over them, your face falls as you spot his steel unsheathed from his scabbard and in his hand.

Without another moment's thought you rushed downstairs towards the training yard, prepared to pacify the affair, however dire it may be, but it seems Arya has taken the situation into her own hands.

Bran is gone, but the Prince is now on the ground. It seems that Arya has managed to disarm the older boy, his steel thrown to the side in the dirt. 

Now she is threatening Joffrey with a wooden practice sword, her direwolf beside her, growling with intent at the Prince.

“Arya enough!” You intercept the blow, forcefully dragging your niece away from the boy.

“What the seven hells do you think you're doing?” You bark, and Arya drops the sword, her chest still heaving.

A young girl seething with unbridled fury was such an uncommon sight that it makes you grimace.

“He was trying to hurt Bran! I had to protect him.” Arya gestures to the Prince, the boy still whimpering in pain.

“Damn you and that stupid dog! I am telling my mother! I will report you to the king!” Joffrey hurls his threats, and Arya makes the juvenile decision to respond.

“Nymeria's a direwolf, not a dog!” She shouts and you sigh, placing a hand over your niece's mouth to silence her, an action Arya fights but your grip on her doesn't relent.

“My Prince, I am sure my niece meant no harm–” You try but the boy interjects.

“No harm?” The Prince hisses. “She nearly sliced my arm off!” Once again he whimpers like a pup that had just been trampled.

You take a step forward to examine the cut on Joffrey's arm, and it was only that– a minor cut, one that will heal without leaving as much as a scar.

Large footsteps approach, the Prince's sworn guard comes rushing to the scene, Sandor Clegane scowls at you before assisting the boy to his feet effortlessly with one hand.

“Some protector you are, dog. I almost died!” Joffrey then redirects his frustrations towards his guard.

He continues muttering insults as he retrieves his sword from the dirt, strutting out of the training yard.

Nymeria doesn't cease her growling until the boy was entirely out of sight, it was also only then you remove your hand from Arya's mouth.

“Have you completely lost your wits?” You gape, looking down at your niece disapprovingly, before kneeling to be at eye level with her.

“He was–” Arya starts, but you interrupt.“–I don't care what he did, Arya. You never attack a Prince.” You state firmly.

“You do something like this again and I will make sure you never get the chance to wield a weapon again, do you understand?” You assert, and your tone is harsh enough to make Arya wince.

She doesn't reply with words, she continues looking down at her feet as she nods.

“Let's go and get you cleaned up.” You state, you try to pull her by the arm but Arya doesn't budge.

“I was trying to be brave, like you.” She mutters under her breath, and you turn to look at the young girl once more.

“What?” You ask.

“Don't be upset with me, please, please. I'm sorry.” Then Arya states frantically, her voice small and frail– it shatters you.

“Oh, Arya– my sweet girl.” You say, kneeling once again. “I'm not upset, I was worried.” You pull her in for an embrace, your niece clutches you tightly in return.

After a prolonged moment, you cease the hug, wiping away some of the dirt from her face with the pads of your thumbs. 

Then you took a quick scan of your surroundings, to ensure that you were alone before speaking again.

“Our Prince is a bit of a cunt.” You finally quip, earning a chuckle from Arya.

“He is.” Your niece beams at you, in turn this makes you fill with relief.

“I am proud of you for disarming him. but next time, leave it at that. Do you understand the consequences that come with attacking a King's heir?” You ask, and you watch as a realization graces the young girl, she averts her gaze, this time with guilt.

“Never again, do you hear me?”

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You were exhausted from the events of the day, and yet it was not close to over. 

You decide to retire to your chambers, aiming for at least a few hours rest before the King's welcome feast later this evening.

Resting your hand on the pommel of your sword, you take large steps through the gallery. You crave the horn of ale waiting for you on your nightstand, the comfort of your warm bed.

You turn the corner, a figure appears before you and you swerve out of the way quickly enough to avoid whoever it was that decided to walk toward you in this exact moment from the opposite direction.

As you gather yourself to take a proper look at the woman who you nearly bumped into, your blood runs cold. 

“Your Grace, forgive me.” You state curtly, inclining your head at Cersei. 

Your hand remains resting on the hilt of your sword as you attempt to slip past her, but before you can successfully walk away, she has a hold of your arm, dragging you backwards to where you stood.

You yank your arm out of her hold, a scowl covers your features, but Cersei ignores your visible discontent as she speaks.

“That niece of yours tried to murder my son.” The Queen accuses.

“What?” You can't help the half-laugh that slips out of you. Cersei takes offense to this, her expression hardens.

“Joff will bear those scars for the rest of his life.” She is not backing down, and you can't pretend that you possessed the will to deal with her theatrics.

You only roll your eyes, finally slipping past her and into your chambers.

You step inside your room, but before you can close the door Cersei intercepts, forcefully pushing it open to let herself in.

She slams it closed behind herself.

“You dare walk away from your Queen?” She bellows.

This time you groan, collapsing onto your bed.

You ignore her statement, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration. “Oh, Cersei, it is a cut, it'll heal!”

A prolonged silence from the Queen, she only speaks again once you sit up in your bed.

“You've not changed a bit.” She remarks, treacherous emerald gaze meeting your pale greys.

“Neither have you.” You retaliate boldly.

More silence until Cersei is first to look away, clasping her hands infront of herself she assumes an impassive stance.

“I will have that girl punished.” The Queen threatens, her tone sounds spiteful. but you don't hide your incredulity.

“For what?” You ask, and Cersei's jaw clenches even tighter, you wonder if she might lunge at you.

“She attacked my son. the King's heir.” Cersei retorts, and you scoff.

“Is that what Robert’s teaching his sons? How to lose to a little girl?” You taunt, not backing down.

You knew Arya should receive consequences for her actions by right, but giving Cersei that satisfaction is the absolute last thing you plan to do.

“Or is it not the King's doing at all?” You ask again as Cersei fails to respond. You rise from the bed, stepping closer to the Queen.

“Is it Jaime's fault?” You tilt your head inquisitively, mockingly. 

You are close enough to smell the lavender oil on Cersei's skin. Her eyes flit to your lips for a fleeting moment, and yours do the same to hers. 

Then a madness overcomes you, prompting your next choice of words.

“I expect it is him you've been opening your legs for these days–” You utter, but you are swiftly silenced when Cersei's palm makes contact with your cheek.

She slaps you across the face, your head turns slightly from the force of it. Your face is now throbbing, raw and red with traces of Cersei's wrath. 

She goes to strike you again, and this time it is intercepted by your firm grip on her wrist. 

A fury reignites within you as Cersei tries to fight out of your hold, entirely allowing your emotions to guide your actions, your hand finds her throat. Before your rational mind can mitigate it, you have your fingers firmly wrapped around her neck. The back of her head slams against the wooden door as you forcibly pinned her upon it.

The Queen is clawing at your hand, struggling to take a breath as you restricted her airway. A real fear flashes across Cersei's face, and a part of you wants to watch her fall limp within your grasp, to quiet her once and for all, to destroy the cause of your agony. but you don't– instead you take a step back, releasing her. 

Cersei gasps as air sharply re enters her lungs, roughly wiping away the tears that have made it down her cheeks.

The Queen attempts to regain her resolve the best she can, and the look she gives you is not one of shock, instead it is pure disdain, and you look at her the same. Cersei doesn't speak, she merely shoves you harshly with both hands against your chest, as you stumbled back, she turns to open the door.

You collapse on your bed once more as Cersei dissapears into the hallway, the door shutting behind her. 

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. It seemed the Queen will never fail to elicit the worst from you– to make you act like an utter lunatic.

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The welcome feast has been dragging on now for what felt like an eternity. 

The King was no longer seated as his high table, instead he was in the center of the hall, shamelessly flirting with some of the servants.

You roll your eyes, reaching for the flagon of ale infront of you, as you attempted to lift it, it doesn't budge. You fleetingly wonder if the liquor had caused you to lose all strength in your arm, only to realize your brother was holding the jug firmly on the table so it wouldn't move.

You squint at Ned, and he glares at you in return.

“Enough. You'll drink yourself into an early grave if you keep this up.” Your brother warns and it makes you snigger.

“That is the plan, brother.” You slur slightly, but Ned makes the deliberate effort to ignore you.

You slump backwards in your chair, when you've realized you lost this argument, as you often did when it came to the lord of Winterfell.

You eyes fall upon King Robert once more, he is still in the middle of the room, surrounded by maidens and even more whores. 

This time he is no longer flirting with them, he is in a full lip lock with one of the women. He does this in the presence of the Queen, dishonouring her for all to see.

You grimace at the sight, an unwanted rage overcomes you. You can hardly believe this lecherous drunk was King of the Seven Kingdoms. Married to the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms, the only woman you have ever wanted.

You can't bear to look at Cersei's reaction to this, in fact you can hardly remain at this feast for a moment longer. You abruptly rise from your seat, Ned looks up at you, puzzled.

“May I please be excused?” You asked formally for the rest of the table to hear and your brother hesitates before nodding curtly in response.

As you walked back to your chambers you can't help but invision what your life would have been like if your brother had taken the Iron throne instead of Robert Baratheon. If you had remained in King's Landing– if you had wedded Cersei instead.

Perhaps in a different life. 

You and Cersei would be married, and you'd rule together. In another reality Cersei would be your Queen and not Robert's. She would bear your children, your heirs. You would grow old together and live out your days by each other's side. In a different life, you would have remained faithful to Cersei, you would have given her everything she desired and in return, Cersei would offer you her heart. 

You would have been happy.

In another life. 

By the time you reached your room, the tears had stopped flowing, but the collar of your shirt remained drenched.

As you shut your door, you unclapsed your doublet, lifting it above your head, tossing it aimlessly across the room. 

Now only in your tunic and breeches, you feel the urge to weep some more, but you refuse to allow your tears to fall this time. 

You take a seat on the settee, head in your hands. The effects of the ale already wearing off, a headache rapidly setting in, you realized that you needed another drink.

You get up to fetch the flagon from the small table but as your door flings wide open, nearly hitting you in the process, you freeze where you stand.

A familiar golden haired beauty emerges through the doorway, and you allow yourself a deep breath. Clutching your chest slightly to calm yourself.

“Your Grace, the hour is late.” You state dismissively, starting across the room to fetch your goblet.

“If you have come to order my execution for my behaviour this afternoon, best get it over with.” You quip, the liquor in your system doing all of the talking for you.

You hear the door shut, without looking back you assume Cersei had taken her leave but you are perplexed when you turn to see her still standing by the door, watching you set down your goblet.

You walk across the room once more to take a seat on the settee, you remove your boots, setting them aside.

Cersei has remained silent for long enough that you nearly forgotten her presence entirely. Her next ask startles you.

“Look at me.” Her commanding tone leaves no room to argue, you glance at her. 

Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks flushed. It is clear to you that she has been crying as well.

You rise from your seat abruptly, approaching her. “Are you alright?” You ask, and again the Queen says nothing.

She merely stares at you, hopefulness at your concern and despair at the fact that you needed to ask.

**

She lunges forward, before you can fully comprehend it, her lips crash against your own, she kisses you deeply, pure anguish and want. It snatches the air right out of your lungs, but you have no desire to pull away.

Your tongue makes contact with her own and Cersei moans, pulling you impossibly closer by the nape of your neck.

Your body pressed up against hers as she leans against the wall. You were now both panting into the kiss, all aggression and desire. 

You had not been with Cersei like this in a decade, and yet there was a complete lack of uncertainty. It felt right, you were certain that you are meant to be with her like this, until the end of your days. 

However, there still exists voice deep within you, whether it is pride or reason, you cannot say for certain. but it urges you to pull away, so you do.

The Queen chases your lips eagerly, but you pull back even further. “Cersei, stop. What is this, what are you doing?” You ask, every moment you spent without your lips on hers felt like pure agony.

“I just need you– please–” Cersei replies with a desperation you have never heard before, and this was enough to break you. 

Any semblance of dignity vanishes into the very depths of yourself, all that's left is your deep and tortuous want for Cersei.

You kiss her again, rough and urgent, you are panting and groaning into each other's mouths. Cersei's hands immediately move to the hem of your breeches, she unlaces them in record time, slipping her hand inside.

You nearly lose it all when she wraps her fingers around the base of your cock, stroking it with such dexterity you fear your knees may give out.

“Gods–” You grunt, bucking your hips embarrassingly into her touch. 

You find the strength to remove her hand from your breeches. Soon enough you slip them off, your slacks pooling around your ankles before you kicked them to the side.

You swiftly remove your own tunic as Cersei's trembling hands struggle to undo the laces of her dress. 

Your patience wearing thin, you flip her around, indecently ripping the fabric open with one swift tug. 

“Y/n–” Cersei scolds in response to your eagerness, glancing back at you with dissaproval, but her dress easily slips off her shoulders after that, her smallclothes follow suit.

The Queen is still facing away from you as you part her hair away from her neck, trailing open mouthed kisses against her hot flesh, as you reached a certain familiar spot, your teeth grazed the skin, before biting down on it briefly. 

This earns a louder noise from Cersei, she is still trembling as she turns back around to face you, grabbing you firmly to pull you in for another sloppy kiss.

Lips still interlocked, the Queen walks you backwards onto the bed, Cersei doesn't waste another moment, straddling you as soon as you settled your rear on the edge of the bedding.

Your cock now stiff as a rod, poking at Cersei's entrance. The other woman begins moving her hips as you kissed, rubbing her cunt on the length of your shaft, coating it with her slick.

Your breath quickens, the sensation was maddening, you needed to be inside her now.

“Gods, I missed you.” You let it slip as your lips parted for a moment, but Cersei doesn't respond. 

The Queen's grip on the nape of your neck moves to your hair as she grasps a handful of it, tugging your head back slightly. Her other hand travels south, she grips the base of your cock once more, this time lining it up to her entrance. 

She begins lowering herself onto your length, Cersei moves quickly, with every inch that enters her, she lets out a gasp at the sensation. Soon you are sheathed inside of her to the hilt, and Cersei throws her head back, she releases an unrestrained moan, her hands now firmly on your shoulders.

She attemps to push you back against the bed, but you refuse to budge. Cersei relents, kissing you again as she moves her hips up and down the length of your cock. With every moan from Cersei you retaliate with a groan.

The feeling of her walls fluttering against your girth made you dizzy. The Queen felt so unbelievably good wrapped around your cock, you had forgotten just how intoxicating it was.

Now that you were experiencing it again, you never wanted it to end.

 Vulgar noises of your coupling filled the room as Cersei moved herself desperately against your lap, your cock hitting just the right spots within her. 

The Queen can feel her release already approaching, entirely overwhelmed by this she falls limp against you, but you manage to support her weight with minimal effort. Her hips still moving at a steady pace until it finally hits her, her orgasm washes over her like a wave. 

Cersei cries out in pleasure, partially muffled against your neck, she holds onto you for dear life as her peak overcomes all her other senses, relentless and unforgiving. You feel her cunt clenching painfully around your cock, her short shallow breaths against your neck, she is trembling helplessly, and you never want to let her go.

“Seven hells.” The Queen breathes out, finally lifting her head to look at you.

Cersei's eyes were nearly glazed over, her chest heaving violently, but you were far from done with her.

You capture her lips with your own again, earning a content moan. You remained sheathed inside of her as you flipped your positions, now Cersei laid on the bed, with you on top of her. The other woman's gasp in surprise is muffled by your own mouth against hers.

Once again she moans into your mouth as you began your thrusts, deep and slow, you aim to feel every inch of her. Cersei wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in even deeper.

The Queen gasps as your mouth found the swell of her breasts, your tongue leaving a trail of saliva as you expertly moved from one nipple to the other. 

Your thrusts grow harsh and inconsistent as you felt your own climax building. Cersei's back arches, a deafening moan rips out of her. 

You roughly placed your hand against her stomach, pinning her down against the bed as you continued to rut into her. Cersei was mewling and panting like a whore now as you used her for your own pleasure, heightening her own in the process. 

The Queen finds just enough strength to pull you closer, her lips now against your ear.

“Tell me you love me.” Cersei pleads, and this takes you entirely by surprise, you slow your movements but you don't stop.

“What?” You ask, shaky, breathless.

“Just say it.” The Queen repeats amidst another moan, she clenches around your cock and the sound that emits from you then is guttural, primal.

You oblige without asking further questions.

“I love you, Cersei” You speak, from the heart, damning the consequences.

With that, Cersei reaches her peak again, her nails digging into the flesh of your back as she comes. The feeling of her perfect cunt milking your cock, accompanied by her writhing body underneath you was enough to push you over the edge.

As you attempt to pull out, Cersei kept her legs firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You are not given the opportunity to question it as it was already too late, you moaned as you released your load deep inside her, painting her womb with your seed.

**

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Nearly a candlemark has passed since your coupling and neither you or Cersei have said more than a few words. 

Simply embracing each other under the sheets, she rests her head against your shoulder, tracing circles absentmindedly with her finger against your abdomen. 

This position was achingly familiar, almost as if no time had passed.

Cersei soon moves her hand further up, she traces her fingers across your bottom lip before running her thumb down the bridge of your nose. The sensation earns a chuckle out of you, you finally had to reach up to remove her hand, guiding it away from your face.

Cersei's stare betrays an intensity that makes your heart constrict painfully in your chest.

Still unspeaking, it was your turn to explore her body, but you don't get very far, your fingertips trace the faint bruising on her neck, the marks left by your own cruelty.

The Queen then shuts her eyes, she doesn't allow herself to look upon your guilt any longer. Wrapping her arm across your torso, nuzzling her face against your shoulder.

“I'm not letting you go– never again.” Cersei mutters, and the smile that tugs on your lips is one of relief and acceptance.

You don't supress the urge to plant a lingering kiss on her temple, one the Queen allows herself to melt into.

#cersei lannister smut #cersei x reader #g!p reader #cersei lannister #ned stark #stark reader #fem stark reader #ned stark x reader #catelyn stark #g!p

[iliumheightnights]

[M/n Stark and Peter chilling on the couch in the tower.]

M/n: "So like...we can agree we both think Thor's hot right?"

Peter: "M/N! Thor's a god and our friend!"

...

"Of course he's hot."

#peter parker #spiderman #spider man #marvel #mcu #the avengers #stark reader #stark!reader #male reader #male!reader

[alorawhora]

The avengers quest

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Also she is a Stark.

A/N: This took very long for no reason other then that i couldn't finish it for the life of me. I tried my best to write the characters as i think they'd be but i feel eeryone writes them diffrently so...

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, established relationship, Peter being an anxious cute guy, protective Tony (i am a sucker for fics with protective dad Tony), One daddy joke (once again a sucker for a daddy kink but it's only mentioned once) and i think that's about it

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You and Peter have always felt something for each other.                                                                                You first met when your dad said he wanted introduce to his teenage intern, which you were surprised by. He never interacted much with teenagers besides his daughter.

When you first saw each other you both felt something through your entire body. The feeling couldn’t exactly be described but it was sort of like a need to get closer to each other both physically and emotionally.

After you two met you would sometimes see him in the lab and after a while just started to hang out and watch movies or play videogames. Though you thought you both felt something Peter hadn’t made any move, so you decided that he probably didn’t like you.

That was until you told him you were going on a date with a guy and in a fit of jealousy he told you how he felt.

After that you two decided that you would try dating but keep it a secret for now so it doesn’t change anything at the compound.

For now things were going well. Your father hasn’t found out anything yet and  you hadn’t got the idea that any of the avengers knew (Natasha and Wanda excluded cause their THE besties).

You were watching a movie in the afternoon when you heard a knock at the door.                                        As you opened the door there stood Peter leaning on the side of the doors frame turning to you with a smirk.

‘’Hey baby, did you order a big pizza with some sexy spider toppings?’’

You broke out laughing/cringing while he was happy he made you laugh.

‘’No, I ordered a akward boy who can stop a bus with his bare hand, but can’t take my bra off without me having to turn around.’’

‘’That’s easy for u to say, you wear one every day I have no experience.’’

‘’No that was very clear.’’

As you both walked over to your bed you guys got into a cuddling position. Legs tangled, your head on his chest and his arms around you. It started it off with a kiss on your head which let to a kiss, which let to a make out session. As you straddled his lap he started to take off your bra.

‘’Hey! You did it!’’

‘’Thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank my aunt and Mister Stark and-‘’

‘’You’re really talking about my dad, while we’re doing this?’’

Peter smiled apologetically ‘’sorry..’’ he mumbled

‘’It’s okay, only because you’re so cute.’’

As you continued the door suddenly flew open.

Both you and Peter looked to the door in horror.

‘’Pocket sized stark and Spiderling?!’’

‘’Pointbreak?!’’ ‘’Thor?!’’ both you and peter were scream whispering.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’So, I’m just gonna go.’’

Thor turned around and just left without closing the door.

After a few seconds of you staring at the door Peter started kissing you neck again.

‘’Peter….’’ You whispered.

‘’Hm.’’ He hummd.

‘’Are you for real right now?’’

‘’What? I just wanna kiss you so bad.’’ He whined and putt your bra on right.

‘’Thor’s gonna tell everyone!’’ You said as you got off peters lap.

‘’There’s nothing you can do about it now. It’s a Friday so he’ll go to a bar and drink                            and fall asleep on his bed absolutely drunk and won’t tell anyone.’’’

‘’The best you can do now is kiss me because I’ll die if I don’t get to kiss you more.’’ Peter said with a bit of a desperate voice

‘’Fine, but if he tells someone drunk, he can also tell everyone we’ve broken up.’’

‘’Then he can also tell everyone I passed away because I can’t live without you.’’

You started to fight off the smile that just wouldn’t go away.

‘’You’re so cheesy.’’

You straddled his lap again and took off your top and bra.

‘’Hey, I was finally starting to get the hang of it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah just take off your clothes and fuck me already.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

As you went to get breakfast the next morning (Barely being able to walk).                                            You see Thor standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how the microwave works.

He saw you and his face looked like you’ve saved his life

‘’Hey pocket sized Stark, do you know how this weird thing works?’’ You had to hold in your laugh as you said.

‘’Hey pointbreak, yeah I’ll help you IF you do something for me in return.’’

‘’Of course milady, what is it?’’

‘’Well you remember when you walked in on me and Peter-‘’

‘’’Having sex? Yeah of course! But don’t worry its totally a normal thing and luckly I know Peter doesn’t have a small-‘’

‘’NO that’s not what I meant! I just need you to not tell anyone about us.’’

‘’Uhm.sure but you might wanna talk to Sam aswell about it.’’

‘’WHAT?!’’ You groaned. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Peter and just immediately have followed Thor. You showed Thor how the microwave works and he thanked as you quickly started sprinting away to find Sam.

You spend some 5 minutes running around the compound to find him                                                 infront of the tv with bucky. Sam layed full wide across the couch with Bucky standing next to the couch with his hands in his pockets. As they saw you Sam started screaming ‘’Peter! Peter! Yes!’’

‘’Yes?’’ Peter asked as he walked in. Seeing you stand there he immediately knew why they said that and started blushing from embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes and said.

‘’Ha ha very funny. Now I need you guys to not tell anyone before my father finds out.’’

‘’You might wanna talk to Steve then…’’

You groaned annoyed and started to search for Steve with Peter running close behind you.

‘’Did you talk to thor?’’

‘’Yes and he told Sam, and Sam told Bucky and Steve. So now I have to talk to Steve’’

‘’We, I’ll go with you.’’

‘’Alright, just don’t slow me down.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

After a while you found him in the gym working out. Probably breaking another gym equipmrnt.                                                  You stopped and stared for a bit at his muscles.

‘’Wow make it more obvious you want him more then me.’’

‘’Alright calm down, you are the reason I cant walk properly and also like you don’t stare at Natasha.’’

‘’THAT WAS ONE TIME! I stare at you constantly you can ask that to her!’’

‘’It’s fine, she would eat you anyway if you hurt me or try to flirt with her.’’

‘’Ha ha.’’

‘’I’m not joking.’’

‘’Don’t you have to talk to Steve?’’

‘’We right?’’ Peter rolled his eyes which you chose to ignore.

You walked in and Steve immediately said.

‘’I know you’re here to talk about me not telling anyone about you two.’’

‘’How?’’ both you and Peter said.

‘’Sam texted me and saying and I quote ‘The love-insects are on the move’.’’

‘’PLEASE tell me you didn’t tell anyone.’’

‘’Only Natasha’’

‘’Oh great, she already knew’’ you sighed in relief. Peter immediately whipped his head towards you

‘’Wait you told her?!’’ Peter asked.

‘’Yeah well she knows about everything, also Wanda knows by the way.’’

‘’Of course..’’

Suddenly Steve interrupted you two.

‘’Oh and I also told Bruce!’’

Just as he said that FRIDAY started speaking out of your phone.

‘’Mr. Stark requests you and Peter appearance in the lab.’’

‘’Why don’t I just go jump out of a window?’’ Peter asked

‘’No, I can handle my father’’ You said.

‘’I can’t.’’

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You both walked into the lab. You walked in confidently you were ready to defend you and Peter’s relationship. Peter however was shaking. He held your hand in a death grip as you walked in.  Afraid it might the last time he gets to.

As you walked in your father was leaning on a desk with a disapproving look on his face.

You felt Peter get more anxious the closer you got.                                                                                           As reassurance you gently squeezed his hand and you felt him get just a little less tense.

Tony looked at your collided hands and start shaking his head.

‘’So, it’s true.’’

As Peter wished Nat would come in and eat him already, you knew that as cringy as it                    is, your father just wants what’s best for you. You let go of Peter’s hand                                            and he took that as a sign to step back a bit and  leave you two to talk.

‘’So, I putt a roof above your head and you decide to repay me back be lying to                                     me for about how long?’’

‘’I’m so sor-‘’ Your dad cut you off dramatically with a hand infront of your mouth.

‘’How. Long.’’

‘’6 months.’’ He once again dramatically sighed and called Peter forward.                                                Your boyfriend looked like he was about to shoot webs out of his butt as he slowly shuffled   forwards.

‘’So, I give you your superhero dream and YOU repay me by sleeping with my daughter.’’ 

‘’Excuse me Sir, but you know its not just about sex.’’

‘’Alright well, you didn’t have to confirm what we do.’’

Peter ignored what you said as he looked at you and smiled

‘’She’s my everything. Whether I’m angry, sad, happy or confused about what I’m feeling, when I look at her. I feel my chest glowing, like it’s going to explode. I can’t fight off the smile that grows on my lips when I see her laugh. And yes I do have a physical attraction but even then I’m trying to be focused on her needs the most. It feels like everything I do is for her and in return I get that glowing feeling and strong smile.’’’

‘’Can you get more cheesy?’’ Tony said with an eye roll.

‘’Just because you can’t be romantic doesn’t mean its cringe.’’ You said

‘’Oh please, you believe that? I mean I love the kid but I saw in his google search ‘’Y/n Stark hot pictures’’ I will never get over that.’’ You giggled a little.

‘’What I said was true and Sir I would love your blessing to date your daughter.’’

‘’You don’t need his blessing to date me, I love him but it’s my love life.’’ You said reassuring him

‘’I know my love, but let me at least try to kiss your dad’s ass.’’

It wasn’t quiet for long with you trying to hold in your laugh, your father trying not to send Peter to an early grave and Peter saying as quickly as possible.

‘’Heard it as soon as I said it , just leave it alone.’’

‘’Let’s leave this all alone and have you two stop whatever you’re doing.’’

‘’Sir, you know there is no other guy that can treat and protect your daughter better then me.’’

‘’Alright, one dinner. Where in you will show me how you will treat my daughter perfectly AND if I then give you my blessing I will not HEAR or SEE any things past a little kiss.’’

‘’Sir yes sir!’’ Peter said very happily since he can now finally show off his girlfriend to the people that matter to him.

You yourself felt very happy. You and your father actually have a great relationship and because of that he’s very protective of you. You felt bad having to lie about something important in your life or more someone.

‘’Thank you so much daddy!’’ You said as you hugged

‘’What are you thanking me for?” Peter said

‘’Forget the dinner. I would rather say captain popsicle is a mediocre man then ever see you two again in the same room. Breathing the same air.’’

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[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Taming The Dragon

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: with war imminent, the greens know they need the support of the north and will stop at nothing to ensure their place on the iron throne

warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff if you squint, troubled aemond, mentions of trauma, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of war, arranged marriage, cold and distant aemond, aemond is secretly soft for reader, canon divergent

word count: 4.8k

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a/n: i am very much an ‘i can fix him’ girl so put that together with this show and this fic is the result

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House Stark, the rulers of the North, had long since pledged their allegiance to Rhaenyra as the heir to the iron throne. With their loyalty, the entire North would follow, creating quite a problem for the Greens.

A problem many miles away, as most of the council had put it, but the queen mother knew better than that. She knew that a threat as strong as the North was not one they could leave unchecked, no matter how much distance was between them and King’s Landing.

Rhaenyra was already likely to control the Narrow Sea as it was likely she had support from House Velaryon after Princess Rhaenys fled King’s Landing, refusing the then queen’s generous deal, which also meant the Blacks had control of the vast majority of all remaining dragons. There was no room for error nor any reason not to at least make an attempt at gaining the support of one of the most loyal Houses in the Seven Kingdoms.

That is what first bought an envoy to Winterfell.

You had never had the pleasure of meeting a member of House Targaryen, they often had little reason to come to the North. Now, you supposed, there was a reason. You were no fool and neither was your brother, you both knew that a war was brewing. Still, you had little love for royal politics. When it came down to it, you would have much rather both sides have left your House, and consequently the rest of the North, out of it.

That, however, was evidently not going to happen.

As the queen mother herself was announced, she emerged from her carriage donning her signature green silk dress.

You watched from where you stood beside your brother as she approached and followed the pair inside after the exchange of greetings.

Obsevantly, you listened to her as she complimented your home and Cregan’s ruling of it.

“I am sure you already know why I am here so I will speak plainly. As you have heard, my son Aegon now sits the iron throne. Your father, the late Lord Rickon, pledged his fealty to Rhaenyra when she was named heir. Now I am asking you, Lord Cregan, to pledge your fealty to Aegon, true heir to the iron throne.”

You furrowed your brows, although you had to admit you were impressed by the queen mother’s boldness. You knew she was here to make an attempt to gain the support of your house but you had never expected that she would ask so plainly for your allegiance.

“The true heir? Princess Rhaenyra was named heir by the late king, not Prince Aegon.”

The queen mother bowed her head slightly at the mention of her lost husband before returning her gaze to you. “With his last breath, my husband announced that he wished for his firstborn son, Prince Aegon, to succeed him as ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.”

By the time she was done, her attention had fallen on your brother, the Lord of Winterfell, once again and you were so quickly reminded that she had not come all this way to speak to the both of you. She only needed Cregan’s support, after all.

“As you said, your grace, my father pledged his fealty to Princess Rhaenyra and House Stark always honour their oaths.”

The queen mother nodded to herself. “I understand your reluctance to go back on your father’s promise but that is just what is it, his promise. You, Lord Cregan, did not pledge your fealty to Rhaenyra and with the changing times, no one would fault you for rethinking your allegiances.”

You were already growing tired of all the goings back and forth, as was your brother, but it seemed the queen mother still had one final trick up her sleeve to win your brother’s support.

“I want to show you how much we value your House’s support which is why I did not come without a proposition. Pledge your fealty to King Aegon and I will offer my son’s hand in marriage to your sister, Lady y/n.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you were suddenly thrust into a deal, your very own future on the line should your brother accept and, in a desperate attempt to remain where you belonged in Winterfell, you spoke before your brother had the chance, “The king is already married, is he not?”

“He is but it is not his hand I offer. Rather, I offer you the hand of Prince Aemond, rider of the oldest and largest dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms, Vhagar.”

Your brother narrowed his eyes, clearly in thought about the proposition. All you could do was sit in anticipation but you were certain your brother would not send you away to King’s Landing on nothing but a proposal of marriage.

Sensing the lack of interest in your brother, the queen mother decided to sweeten the deal. “I will also grant Lady y/n a dragon of her own upon her marriage to Aemond. There are unclaimed dragons in need of riders and as a member of House Targaryen, Lady y/n may have her pick of them should she wish it.”

It was a lucrative deal indeed but you were still not swayed, you would not so readily break your father’s promise.

“A most gracious offer, may you excuse us for a moment. Y/n is my only sister, you see, this is a proposition we must discuss amongst ourselves.”

His voice pulled down any false sense of security you once had as it was clear your brother was at least partial to the offer.

You followed quickly after Cregan as he left the room, opting for his quiet study to discuss the opportunity that had been set out before you.

“Brother you cannot seriously be considering her offer. Father made an oath to serve Rhaenyra as queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“A dragon, y/n. She’s offering you a dragon. Not just that but her son’s hand in marriage. You will be a princess,” he argued, his ambition overflowing.

With a frown, you shook your head. “What good is there in becoming a princess if war is only to break loose? We cannot know who will be the victor, who will sit the iron throne once it is all over.”

Cregan placed his thumb and forefinger to his chin, mimicking the wisdom your father once had. “You are right, we cannot know but if we accept their proposal you will own your own dragon. Not to mention Prince Aemond rides the largest and oldest dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms. You will be safe, sister.”

“I am safe here, in Winterfell where I belong. By your side.”

Unfortunately, your brother had already made up his mind. He had always had a great interest in dragons and knew he could not turn down the offer for a Stark to have a dragon of their own.

“We cannot refuse their offer, sister. I am sorry but we must do what is best for our house. You will go with the queen mother to King’s Landing and you will marry Prince Aemond. Take Frost with you, I have no doubt the presence of your dire wolf will help you feel closer to home while you are away.”

You bit back whatever argument you wanted to throw back at him and made a feeble attempt at a smile. It was obvious Cregan felt guilty about making you take such a big sacrifice for your family but someday you would have to marry a lord of one of the other houses anyway. Marrying a prince of the Seven Kingdoms was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up, you knew that. Even if you did not want to go.

“As you wish.”

The journey to Kings Landing was a swift one. The queen mother was adamant that no unnecessary stops were made so you rode until the horses grew tiresome and then you rode some more.

She was also insistent that you ride alongside her in her carriage so that she could spend some time getting to know her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. That, however, seemed short-lived as your conversations drew stale after merely an hour. You stuck to pleasantries and answered her questions as well as you could but once the questions about your home and your life before ceased there was little more for you to talk about.

The queen mother eyed your dire wolf as he sat beside you. She was impressed with how obedient the creature was but she was no newcomer to the taming of such beasts. Still, that was not to say she was so used to being up close with an animal such as yours. Frost may have been no dragon but the creature still irked her. Almost as much as her sons' and late husband’s dragons.

While she inspected it, the dire wolf eyed her back from where he sat lazily on the ground. The longer they gazed at one another, the more agitated the wolf grew and before long a low growl began to rumble through his spiked teeth.

Quickly she altered her gaze so that it was once again set on you. “I hope your dire wolf will be able to adjust to the weather of King’s Landing.”

And just like that, you were talking once again.

“I am sure it will take some adjusting for the both of us.” You smiled and reached down to rub behind Frost’s ear, soothing him.

Through pursed lips, the queen mother hummed and then there was silence once more.

It was a long ride only made longer by the uncomfortable aura that had settled in the carriage but before long you finally found yourselves approaching King’s Landing.

The Red Keep was larger than you had expected it to be, although you considered the fact that you may have underestimated it. It was the home of the crown, after all.

You followed quickly after the queen mother as she and her guards lead you through her home but that was not to say you had not lingered in some areas on your way through.

It was not like you had never left Winterfell before but you had never once been so far south, not to mention to King’s Landing itself. You only wished you had more time to look around but you supposed you would have plenty of time for that later. After all, this was now to be your home too.

“I was hoping to introduce Aemond to you upon our arrival but unfortunately he has not yet returned. For now, we shall have you settled into your room. I am sure you are tired from the journey so rest well until dinner. Reila will take you to your chambers,” the queen mother explained after conferring with one of the servants and then ushered a young girl over to you.

Her tawny hair was pulled back and tied tightly out of the way behind her head but a few strands still hung loosely from where they had fallen out throughout the course of the day. It was not long past noon and the poor girl already looked like she had been working for a full day.

Still, she directed you along with a smile. “This way, m’lady.”

You had not noticed it until she was gone but a tight feeling had seemed to have entrapped your chest in your time since leaving Winterfell. It only began to ease when the queen mother had long since left your presence.

“Here we are, m’lady. I hope everything is to your liking. If you need anything just call.” With a slight curtsy, the servant girl stood patiently waiting for your dismissal.

“Thank you, Reila.”

She seemed taken aback for a moment, certainly surprised that you had already learnt her name. Or, perhaps, that you had even bothered to take note of such a thing. Her smile seemed genuine then as she took her leave to get back to whatever tiring chore was next on her list of things to do.

“Well, Frost. Looks like this is home now,” you sighed and glanced down at your dire wolf who had been permitted to remain by your side.

Leisurely, you began to walk around the room. You turned over every corner of it, examining every detail. It was a guest room, you were certain. You supposed you’d be moved closer to Aemond after your marriage. Still, that was not to say it was lacking. In fact, the room was larger and better decorated than any you had ever stayed in before. The crown was wealthy, that you knew, but this was once again beyond your expectations.

During your thorough examination, Frost had found a nice spot on the ground beside the bed to take a nap. That alone comforted you as he would not have so much as blinked if he thought there was any chance you were in danger. To see him sleeping so peacefully now was as good a sign as any that you were safe to let your guard down for a while.

So, you shrugged off your thick coat and lay down in the middle of your new, comfortable bed. It wasn’t the same as the one back home but it would do.

After a long, peaceful nap, you awoke to a gentle knock at your door and smiled when Reila entered.

“A warm bath has been prepared for you, m’lady. Please, follow me.”

The bath was indeed warm and more welcoming than you had anticipated, even with Reila by your side. Perhaps it was the fact that Reila was there to keep you company and help wash your hair that you were so relaxed in such a new environment. The girl had a way about her. The type of kindness that radiated from only the most humble of servants.

Frost too was given a bath and upon his return, you heard he had taken a bite out of one of the poor men tasked with scrubbing him down. It was their own fault for not heeding your warning. You had said he would be more at ease with your presence yet they had gone ahead with it in your absence anyway. Little did it matter now, at least he was clean.

You stood in your room gently pulling a brush through the length of your hair when you heard it. The ferocious roar of a beast unlike any you had ever seen before.

Without once faltering as you tended to your hair, you strode across to the window and watched as the largest dragon in the world flew past. Sitting on its back was Aemond himself, the man you were soon set to marry.

Although you tried to quell your beating heart, nothing could dispel the wonder that had overtaken your every feeling. Fear resided in there too somewhere but the sheer awe of such a sight was so overwhelming that there was little room to truly feel afraid.

Even from a distance, you could tell it was an ugly creature yet it was still so beautiful. The way it traversed the sky with such elegance, its body so large it almost eclipsed the entire sun as they flew by.

Soon they were out of sight but her shriek could still be heard as they landed. Something was wrong. Something had happened in their time away.

You were not sure how you knew that but you did. You had never seen a dragon before, let alone heard one cry. Nor had you met the prince. There was no reason for you to know a single thing about them but you knew. You just knew that something was wrong.

From inside your chambers, you could hear the commotion outside. The constant patter of feet as people rushed past, the chime of metal as guards hurried from their posts. Still, no one came to get you so inside you remained.

It quietened down after some time and, as the sun began its descent below the horizon, you decided to stretch your legs and investigate.

You did not walk for long before you saw them, Prince Aemond and his mother, out in the gardens. They were arguing from what you could tell although most of the yelling stemmed from the queen mother. Her son stood quietly, seemingly not uttering a single word as he allowed the onslaught from his mother.

When she was finally done, she pulled the prince into her arms and held him tight, cradling his head to her shoulder even though he did not appear to be upset. Then, when the embrace came to an end, he spoke something quietly to her and left.

“Lady Stark, what are you doing out here?”

Reila was the first person to even notice you since you left your chambers.

“I was just out for a walk before dinner but I am afraid I might have gotten myself lost,” you chuckled, hoping feigned ignorance would prevent her from assuming you were snooping.

It seemed to work as the servant girl smiled and gestured for you to follow her back to your room. “About dinner… You will have to eat alone tonight, I’m afraid. The queen mother regrets that you will not be able to eat together but she has promised you will have lunch with Prince Aemond tomorrow so the two of you may get properly acquainted.”

With furrowing brows, you frowned. “I see, I hope nothing has happened.”

When Reila failed to answer you and only kept her head forward as she continued to lead the way back to your chambers, you knew it must have been bad.

The rest of the walk, although short, was far too quiet and it wasn’t until you were in the safe space of your room that you decided to press on the matter again.

“Reila?” The servant girl peered back at you through the slim gap in your door and hummed. “What were they arguing about? What has happened?”

She glanced down the hall before slipping inside your room and closing the door behind her. “You must keep this between us, m’lady.”

“Of course.” You nodded.

She stepped closer again then and lowered her voice some more as if she were afraid the walls could hear. “Prince Aemond was sent to Storm's End to earn the support of House Baratheon but he encountered his nephew, Lucerys. The two had an altercation and Vhagar killed the boy and his dragon.”

Your heart sank at the news. Were you really set to marry a murderer?

“Thank you, Reila. There must be much work to be done, you may leave.”

With that, the girl curtsied and bid you farewell.

As noon drew near your nerves had begun to take hold of you. Although you tried to remain composed, nothing could prevent the shake in your breath or your hands from sweating.

The first meeting with your betrothed was always going to be an anxious event but you were not anxious in the way you were supposed to be. No, rather than a feeling of butterflies you were plagued with feelings of dread.

He had killed his own nephew. A boy no older than four and ten. A child, by all accounts. Murdered likely in cold blood.

No, there had to be more to it. Why would a prince murder a boy of his own blood? Perhaps the boy was a skilled warrior and although the prince was elder, he had to act to defend himself. A war was coming, after all, and they would have met on the battlefield at some point or another.

Still, the news your servant spoke of unsettled you.

“It will be fine, Frost. I’m sure there is a logical explanation as to what happened at Storm’s End. Besides, this meeting is not to talk of such things but to allow me a chance to meet my future husband.”

The dire wolf tilted his head as he looked at you, eyes soft as he could sense your discomfort.

You wished he could come with you but it was improper to take such a creature with you to a meeting such as this. It would not make for a good first impression. Then again, you were yet to formally meet the man and he had already made quite a distinguishable impression on you.

A gentle knock at your door drew you from your thoughts and, already knowing who was awaiting you on the other side, you brushed down your dress and headed over to the door.

“Good afternoon m’lady. The queen mother sent me to fetch you for your lunch,” Reila explained with a warm smile.

Without a word, you nodded and followed along after her as she once again led you through the keep. Soon you would know your way around yourself but, for now, you were grateful to have a guide.

Soon you found yourself out in the very gardens you had overlooked the night before. They were beautiful under the bright shine of sunlight and you could swear the very flowers glistened as you walked by.

The warm weather was something you were certainly going to have to get used to. Even in a light-weight dress gifted to you by the queen mother herself, you were still sweltering. You could only imagine what it was like at the peak of summer in King’s Landing.

When you turned the final corner and saw him sitting there, you were pleased to see the queen mother too. It was perhaps the first time since she arrived in Winterfell that you found yourself actually relieved to see her.

Aemond was sitting facing away from you which was perhaps a kindness as you did not have to approach with the knowledge that you were under his watchful gaze. His mother, however, was positioned in a way so that she could see you coming and smiled as you began to walk over.

Reila left your side to return to her work and suddenly you felt so naked under her watchful eyes.

Then, it happened. The prince turned to glance your way, watching with little interest as you approached the table. He met your eyes for but a moment yet he did not once look away, not until you were standing before them both with a polite curtsy.

“Welcome, Lady Stark. Please, sit.” The queen mother gestured to a seat beside her, one that placed you directly opposite the quiet prince.

He seemed so disinterested, yet you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching you closely, even if it appeared not to be so. What he was looking for, however, you did not know.

Only when his mother scowled and began passing out plates, did he even think to open his mouth to speak.

“It is nice to finally meet you, Lady Stark. You must forgive me if I seem distracted, I only returned home last night and am rather weary you see.” He was well-spoken with a calm voice but there was a coldness to it. A coldness unlike any you had encountered in the North before.

“That is most understandable, my prince. I hope your journey home was swift.”

The prince only hummed at that and turned quiet once again, seemingly reluctant to speak about his recent travels.

“And you, Lady Stark? I trust you rested well?” The queen mother forced a smile as she tried to steer the topic of conversation.

“Yes, your grace. As did Frost, I must thank you again for the extra blankets you sent for him.”

Only then did Aemond rejoin the conversation. “Frost?”

Before you could answer him yourself, the queen mother spoke for you. “Lady Stark’s dire wolf. Perhaps he could accompany the two of you on your next walk around the gardens? I am sure Aemond would love to meet him.”

The prince only hummed once again as he sat back in his chair but you could still sense his piqued interest in your choice of companion. Maybe the prince liked animals or perhaps he was simply interested in meeting another tamed beast.

The conversation grew tiresome after that. Prince Aemond barely spoke another word as he quietly ate his meal and drank his wine. The queen mother did most of the talking but as she spoke of Aemond and his misadventures as a child, much to his dismay, you came to realise just how much she loved him.

You may have learnt little about the prince but you had come to know the queen mother quite well and, despite your rocky start, you were starting to come to like her.

The next time you saw him was on the walk you had been promised. It had only been two days since you saw him last but it felt much longer.

After Aemond returned, King’s Landing had been different. Whispers of war echoed through the halls and the council met far too frequently which had everyone unsettled.

It was clear a war was coming the moment they made their move to place Aegon on the throne but still, there were talks of peace should Rhynera have agreed to the terms set. But then Lucerys was killed. Her boy, her child. You were yet to have any children of your own so you could only imagine the pain of a mother outliving her children.

Aemond was quiet on your walk. In fact, the only time he had spoken was when you first arrived.

He had chuckled slightly when he laid eyes on frost, your ice-white dire wolf. With a wolf like that it would seem you were born to be a Targaryen all along, is what he had said.

Then he inquired about how you had slept and, after you answered that you had slept well enough, he had grown quiet once again. It was as if he had little to say to you or perhaps that he simply did not wish to talk to you. His mother had arranged the marriage, after all. He had had as little choice in the matter as you.

Still, he did his duty and walked with you as was expected of him, even if he did not make use of the time to get to know his future bride.

When you tried to spark up conversation again it was not as though he had ignored you but his answers had been short, the conversation even shorter lived.

This went on for a little over an hour before he walked you back to your room. He tried to offer you a smile as he bid you farewell but you could tell his thoughts were elsewhere.

Perhaps there was another. Perhaps he already had a lover and that was why he was being so distant with you. Or maybe his mind was troubled by thoughts of the war he may very well have started that night in Storm’s End.

Whatever it was, you would not be getting through his well-built walls anytime soon.

Not long after Aemond left you, you found yourself being summoned by the queen mother again. It was a welcome summoning as you would much prefer to spend your time in her company than secluded in your room with little else to do.

She spoke simply at first. Asking you how you were settling into your new home and questioning whether there was anything you needed. After a little while, however, she finally approached the topic she had really been wanting to discuss with you.

“I know this marriage is not one either of you chose and I know Aemond can be… difficult but I hope the two of you will come to care for one another someday.”

You thought for a moment about your response before asking to speak freely. When the queen mother approved of your request, you spoke what was on your mind. “I admit, getting the prince to open up to me will not be easy but it will be my duty as his wife to be there for him. Whether he comes to care for me or not, I will do what is right by him, your grace.”

Her lips curled up into a bright smile and she reached out to take your hands in her own, holding them gently as she spoke, “I am glad to hear that. I am sure he will do the same. Aemond may seem cold but there is a part of him that craves warmth. A warmth I believe he will find in you, Lady Stark.”

You recuperated her smile, wishing to believe that what she was telling you was true. The prince was indeed distant and distracted but you had only known him for a short while. If you could come to be at the very least content in your marriage with him you would be able to lead a more than adequate life.

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wintering

① Prelude - 109 AC

pairing(s): aegon ii targaryen & (f!)reader

summary: they corner the lone wolf in the dragon's lair.

warning(s): none

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Snow fell quietly and deadly amongst the northern landscape. 

A summer snow that still managed to drown the silent hills with its white blanket, freezing the ground solid and all of its living habitants. The only sign of life in the barren white wasteland was the flickering lights of the ancient castle of Winterfell and the screams of a woman deep within the throws of labor. 

A Stark being born. 

Lord Rickon Stark’s second born child, a daughter, exactly what he had wished for. He smiled down at the newborn, amazed at just how beautiful she already was and terrified for how striking she would grow up to be. But for now, she was healthy and that’s all that mattered. 

She was born with a head full of signature Stark hair. Bright, full cheeks and eyes mirroring his own, but she had her mother's nose and cupid’s bow. 

Rickon could see just how strong she would grow up to be. Built for winter, if she was ever unlucky enough to experience it, but it wasn't the words of his family and the threat of an eternal winter that had him worried. 

It was fire that terrified him. 

It was the Weirwood that spoke to him years before when he had barely passed fifteen namedays. A night when he and his brothers had gotten in their cups and alone had stumbled to the godswood, his drunk mind either looking to repent or to find his chambers. There was no wind when the bloody red leaves waned and bent in the unusually warm evening that had whispered into his ear. 

Fire. Fire. Fire.  

He barely had any sleep for months. His mind juggled back and forth different possibilities and meanings of what the Weirwood had meant. He found himself begging in front of the old gods asking for an answer, he even looked to the faith of the seven for a sign, anything. At one point after many months of sleepless nights, countless prayers, and endless research, he decided that he had misheard. That it was noise from the party inside the walls of Winterfell. That the multitude of cups of wine and ale he had consumed put words and images in his head that were not real. 

It had taken another fifteen years of his life to hear those words again now as an old man with his daughter in between his arms. A whisper in his ear that reminded him of his fears. 

Fire. Fire. Fire.

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Barely three moons had passed since his daughter, you, came into the world and the summer snow stayed unrelenting, still holding the North hostage in its icy claws. 

The fire raged in the solar deep at night, long past after his children and wife had retired for the evening. Rickon was surrounded by documents on a fishing dispute in White Harbor that had escalated, a death in House Reed, and a letter from his good brother in Deepwood Motte asking for advice on a topic he had no knowledge on. 

Something that Lord Glover was fond of burdening him with. 

“Pardon me, my Lord.” Maester Sylas, the new Maester sent to Winterfell only a year before, was a tall, muscular man with round wire glasses and light blond hair that was only barely starting to streak grey, if you were tall enough to be able to inspect that closely. He was from the Reach, a third born son of one of the lower houses. He was kind, gentle, but had a nervous tendency that never seemed to relent and made Rickon uneasy. 

“Yes?” Rickon dropped Lord Glover’s note, sitting back in the chair. 

“A raven has just come in.” Maester Sylas cleared his throat and stood up to his full height. His long dexterous fingers picking at the edge of the scroll. “From the King.”

Fire. Fire. Fire. 

Rickon swallowed. “Have you read it?” 

“Yes, M-my Lord.” 

He opened the scroll, reading it over carefully before folding the parchment into nervous squares.  “Maester Sylas, wake my wife.” 

“It is almost the dead of night, my Lord.” Had it been that late? “It would be better to inform Lady Stark in the morning.”

It would be for the best, he knew, to worry about this as they broke their fast after a full night’s rest, something they haven’t yet had the luxury of since the babe was born. However, she had every right to know what was going on. Rickon sighed, rubbing his calloused hand over his brow, too exhausted but this was something to not waste time on. “Now, please.” 

“Of course, my Lord.” The door closed gently behind the Maester, who had to make an effort to duck beneath the stone archway so as to not hit his head. The poor man has done so many times before in the ancient castle, a bruise on his brow was a common accessory. 

The door opened minutes later. Gilliane stood wrapped in furs that she had stolen from their bed. Her ash hair knotted and her hazel eyes sagged with bruises below. She was exhausted from the babe but he couldn’t keep it from her. “What is it?” 

“We received a letter.” 

“From who?” She shifted her furs. “Is it my brother’s? Are they alright?” 

“No.” He sighed, remembering the pages of nonsense her brother had written. “They’re alright. It’s from the King.” 

He held the starched paper to her. He looked away, unable to watch her read their doom. 

Gilliane tentatively flipped the message over in her hands, fingers finding the gold three-headed dragon wax symbol. Unable to fathom what might the King want that was so urgent, that a first good night’s rest in three moons must be interrupted for. 

Lord Stark,

I would first like to apologize for my tardiness on my letter. Queen Alicent has recently given birth to a healthy baby boy, Aegon. 

I would like to congratulate you on the birth of your newborn child. What a joyous occasion that shall be celebrated well within your halls and lands. I am also pleased to hear that Lady Stark is in good health. 

Our houses have been intertwined since my ancestors landed on Westeros and yours have been ever loyal. Ice and fire. I would think it most respectful of the relationship between King Aegon and Lord Torrhen to honor them with a marriage pact between our two houses strengthening our preexisting bond. I would like to unite our families with a betrothal between my firstborn son, Aegon and your daughter, when she comes to age. 

King Viserys I Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm

There was no question in the King’s message, it was an order from the Crown and there will be no negotiations on the matter. Their daughter was already doomed to the dragon’s lair. 

“Rickon-“ Gilliane gasped, crushing the note in her hand. Her eyes are already glassy with tears.

“I know, Gilly. I know.” He sighed deeply. 

“She is only merely a babe. How can they ask this of us already?” 

“You know what they truly seek.” To fulfill a prophecy. 

“A wolf amongst dragons-!”

“It is not ideal.”

“Not ideal? Rickon, they will tear our daughter apart limb from limb, from the inside out when she comes to age! They are cruel and unjust! They believe they are Gods. How will they treat our daughter, if they already think of us as below them?” Gilliane paced, the furs forgotten on the floor. All of a mothers worry poured out of her in unrelenting waves. “I will not allow-!”

“What choice do we have?” His fists found the wooden desk, splintering the wood. His chair grinding against the stone, echoing off the dark walls. He knew that it was a terrible thing for a Stark to be amongst the Targaryen’s, amongst the dishonor that lay in the eternal summer lands. But what choice did he-they have? To disobey? To commit treason? Torrhen Stark made a promise and Rickon was not the Stark to break that honor and loyalty for cowardice. 

“What choice would we have? If not rendered traitors, Gilliane! Never have my family ever broken their word and we promised the Targaryen’s loyalty the moment their dragons landed in the North.” 

“It’s unfair.” Her voice trembled and suddenly she was the shy sixteen year old on their wedding day. 

He relaxed at her silent cries. “I know.”

“What will we do?” She sobbed, incoherent. “They will take her away from us. From me.” 

He took his sobbing wife in his arms, shushing her as he ran his fingers in her tangled hair. “Until that time comes, my love. We must prepare her for dragons.” 

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The Suit And Tony Stark Are One

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Legal Drama with a hint of Angst.

Summary:  Tony is summoned to appear in front of the Senate for a hearing regarding his suit. Lucky for him his sister is also his lawyer.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death, Some absolutely made-up law bullshit.

a/n: read The Avengers after this. It'll be pretty fun I think.

sidenote: I just missed Tony a lot, ok?

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“Mr. Stark, could we pick up now where we left off?” Senator Stern calls out behind him, sitting along with a panel of other dumbass officials who seem older than the furniture they’ve surrounded themselves with. Tony’s attention, however, remains on Pepper. Can you really blame him? “Mr Stark. Please.”

When Pepper shushes him away, he turns around. “Yes, dear?” The people witnessing the shitshow let out a collective giggle.

“Can I have your attention?” Stern asks.

“Absolutely.”

“Do you or do you not possess a specialized weapon?”

“I do not.” He’s being honest.

“You do not?” Stern bites back.

“I do not,” He repeats.

“Care to explain that?” Stern questions.

“Mr. Stark’s answer to that question will be contingent upon your definition of a weapon,” Y/n chimes in. And man, isn’t it great having a sister who’s a lawyer? Tony thinks he won the lucky draw with it all because his sister is a little shit just like him who doesn’t really believe in half-assing anything… Or maybe he’s like her…? Whatever, that’s beside the point. The point is that she might have gotten the degree on a whim, but she definitely is the best lawyer money can buy and Tony doesn’t even have to pay for it!

“The Iron Man weapon.” Stern replies foolishly.

The Iron Man weapon? He thinks. Would’ve been less insulted if he called it a fucking robot.

“My device does not fit that description,” Tony answers.

“Well… How would you describe it?” Stern throws back.

“I would describe it by defining it as what it is, Senator.”

“As?” Stern prompts.

“It’s—It’s a high-tech prosthesis.” The crowd chuckles again. “That is—that—That’s actually the most apt description I can make of it.”

“It’s a weapon. It’s a weapon, Mr. Stark,” Stern surmises, pissed off and clearly annoyed. Is it bad that Tony’s having fun with that?

“If you are to classify the suit made by Mr. Stark—which I would like to remind you is something that you just did out of your own volition—but if you insist upon calling it a weapon, made by him in his spare time, which he bared all the expenses for, then this council meeting would become considerably redundant, as not only is that his private property, but it’s also legal for him to own as it is his part of his second amendment right to bare arms — your extremely vocal support of which won you your current seat, Senator. Isn’t that correct?”

Stern lets out a laugh, and Tony does too. Because that is a fucking hilarious defense.

“You can’t be serious. You can’t compare a whole suit of armor with missiles attached to it with a gun he can just carry around,” Stern argues. “It’s a weapon—a weapon capable of a lot of damage, examples of which we have already seen.

Y/n keeps leaning on her seat, casual as ever, completely unperturbed. “We never called it a weapon, Senator. You did. All we are stating are the facts; the suit is private property, invented, designed, and built by Mr. Stark exclusively, with his own money and his own resources. Why would the government have any claim on it whatsoever?”

Stern scoffs. “Let’s start with the fact that the second amendment does not apply to automatic weapons.”

Y/n just shrugs. “As per the constitution, ‘automatic weapons’ encompasses machine guns. No part of the suit can be classified as an ‘automatic weapon’ under those stipulations. On the other hand, a rocket launcher? Sure. But Mr. Stark has the necessary permits to own such weapons dur to his previous career as a weapons developer.”

“The suit does not fall under the second amendment,” Stern’s losing his shit right now. Tony wishes he had popcorn. “It just can’t. It is armed with at least hundred missiles. You cannot legitimately argue that it’s the same as owning a shotgun.”

“Senator—” Y/n sits up, and he knows it’s time to pull out his phone and get ready to click pictures of Stern’s face ‘cause she’s about to rip him apart. “—Here’s where you’re going wrong… The suit isn’t technically a joint unit. It is assembled by Mr. Stark as per his requirement. The different parts of the suit that you were so eager to classify as a weapon are all separate entities for which Mr. Stark has the required certification to own. The suit, lovingly referred to as the Iron Man suit is the intellectual and physical property of Stark Industries therefore it belongs solely to Stark Industries the corollary being that Mr. Stark and I own the suit. And if the government wants to use it for its own purposes, they are welcome to try making their own, or,” she shrugs again with a smirk, “ask real nice with a cherry on top.” Then she fucking winks.

Stern looks fucking red. His jaw clenches, he wants to curse at Y/n. Actually, Tony thinks he might want to throw the mic at her. But instead, he recomposes himself. “That, Ms. Stark, is absolutely absurd.”

“Is it?” Y/n challenges. 

Tony feels like he should intervene, or Stern might actually throw the mic at her. He feels bad for the poor guy. I mean, come on. After that, he needs a softer touch. “Please, if your priority was actually the well-being of the American citizen—”

“My priority is to get the Iron Man weapon turned over to the people of the United States of America,” Stern argues. 

Yeah, fuck this. 

Tony’s conciliatory tone is gone. He leans in closer to the mic in front of him, “Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in.” The crowd laughs. “You can’t have it.”

“Look, I’m no expert—”

Tony cuts him off “In prostitution? Of course not. You’re a senator. Come on!” The crowd chuckles and he basks in it, holding up a peace sign. But when he looks back at Pepper, well, let’s just say she’s not impressed at all. He mouths “No?” and she just shakes her head in disapproval. He looks over at Y/n then. Mouths again, “No?” Smiling, she mouths back, “Yes.” 

They smile at each other.

“I’m no expert in weapons. We have somebody here who is an expert on weapons,” Stern continues while fidgeting with his tie. “I’d now like to call Justin Hammer,” that makes Tony look up, “our current primary weapons contractor.”

This day just took a turn for the shit. 

Justin Hammer walks in, with his shitty little face in his shitty little suit, wearing his shitty little glasses, and takes a seat.

Tony leans towards the mic again, “Let the record reflect that I observed Mr. Hammer entering the chamber, and I am wondering if and when any actual expert will also be in attendance.”

Hammer just lets out a small chuckle, taking a sip of water. “Absolutely. I’m no expert. I defer to you, Anthony. You’re the wonder boy.” Asshat, Tony thinks to himself. Hammer makes him nervous. In like a concerned-for-the-wel-lbeing-of-people kinda way, he looks over at Y/n. She just shakes her head, indicating Tony has nothing to worry about. “Senator, if I may,” Hammer continues as he walks over to the podium in front of them. “I may well not be an expert, but you know who was the expert? Your dad. Howard Stark. Really a father to us all, and to the military-industrial age. Let’s just be clear, he was no flower child. He was a lion. We all know why we’re here. In the last six months, Anthony Stark has created a sword with untold possibilities. And yet, he insists it’s a shield. He asks us to trust him as we cower behind it. I wish I were comforted, Anthony, I really do. I’d love to leave my door unlocked when I leave the house, but this ain’t Canada.”

“If he is so afraid, Mr. Stark and I would like to urge Mr. Hammer to move to Canada or if he’d like, Stark Industries has a great home security system we could install, free of charge as a gift to provide comfort,” Y/n deadpans. Her face is so damn calm it almost comes off as sincere. 

Hammer looks very justifiably unsettled. “You know, we live in a world of grave threats, threats that Mr. Stark will not always be able to foresee. Thank you.” He walks back to his seat. “God bless Iron Man. God bless America.”

“That is well said, Mr. Hammer,” Stern says with a small smile. “The committee would now like to invite Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes to the chamber.”

“Rhodey? What?” Tony looks back towards the doors, he notices, however, Y/n doesn’t move an inch.

As Rhodey walks in, Tony gets up and meets him halfway to greet him. They shake hands.

“Hey, buddy. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Tony comments.

Rhodey looks at him, “Look, it’s me, I’m here. Deal with it. Let’s move on.”

“I just…” Tony tries but Rhodey cuts him off.

“Drop it.”

Tony throws his hands up, “All right, I’ll drop it.”

Both of them walk over to the seats. He sits back on his own seat meanwhile Rhodey takes a seat right next to Y/n. 

“Hey Y/n,” Rhodey greets her with a smile.

She smiles too. “Hey, Rhodes.”

“You knew about this?” Tony asks her, as Stern asks Rhodey to read off some report. 

“You pay me to know this kinda shit,” she replies.

“You’re billing me for this?” Somehow despite all the twists and turns, this is the most surprising thing to happen to him today.

She makes a face that’s something close to pure disdain. “You bet your iron ass, I am.”

“I have before me a complete report on the Iron Man weapon, complied by Colonel Rhodes. And, Colonel, for the record, can you please read page 57, paragraph four?” Stern instructs.

“You’re requesting that I read specific selections from my report, Senator?” Rhodey’s tone makes his disagreement absolutely clear.

“Yes, sir,” Stern insists.

“It was my understanding that I was going to be testifying in a much more comprehensive and detailed manner,” Rhodey argues, in the most polite-Rhodey-esque manner possible.

“I understand,” Stern states with disinterest. “A lot of things have changed today. So if you could just read—”

“You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context does not reflect the summary of my final—” Rhodey’s protests are cut off.

“Just read it, Colonel. I do. Thank you,” Stern says dismissively.

Rhodey looks over at Y/n then, as if asking for permission in a way. When she nods, reluctant he begins, “Very well. ‘As he does not operate within any definable branch of government, Iron Man presents a potential threat to the security of both the nation and to her interests.’ I did, however,” Stern tries to interrupt him, but Rhodey doesn’t budge, “go on to summarise that the benefits of Iron Man far outweigh three liabilities and that it would be in our interest—”

Stern talks over him without any shame whatsoever. “That’s enough Colonel.”

Rhodey continues regardless. “—to fold Mr. Starkinto the existing chain of command, Senator—”

“That’s enough,” Stern shuts it down.

Tony decides to be a nuisance because, well, he hasn’t done that in a while “I’m not a joiner, but I’ll consider Secretary of Defence, if you ask nice.” The crowd laughs. “We can amend the hours a little bit.”

“I’d like to go on and show, if I may, the imagery that’s connected to your report,” Stern says, pointing

“I believe it is somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at this time,” Rhodey argues.

“With all due respect, Colonel, I understand. And if you could just narrate those for us, we’d be very grateful.”

Maybe Stern was one of those kids whose parents gave him actual coal on Christmas when he was a little asshole throughout the year, Tony thinks to himself. And that coal is what seems to be stuck up his ass, because what else could make the bastard so fucking insufferable?

“Let’s have the images,” Rhodey says, pointing over to the TV in the corner of the courtroom. As the images begin to show up, he narrates, “Intelligence suggests that the devices seen in these photos are, in fact, attempts at making manned copies of Mr. Stark’s suit. This has been corroborated by our allies and local intelligence on the ground indicating that these suits are quite possibly, at this moment, operational.”

While Rhodey gives his statement, Y/n looks over at him. “Do the thing,” she says.

“The thing?” Tony asks, playing dumb.

She rolls her eyes. “Just do it. I send the files over to Jarvis, they’re uploaded and ready to go. Can you just do it?”

He smiles, pulling out his phone, he looks over all the footage once, and yep. There they are. Remember how he said he won the lucky draw having his sister as his sister? Her previous work experience comes in real handy when you need top-secret information that the government isn’t exactly interested in sharing. 

Holding his phone up to align with the screens, Tony begins, “Hold on a second buddy. Let me see something here.” He connects his system to them as the code begins to infiltrate the system. “Boy, I’m good. I commandeered your screens. I need them. Time for a little transparency. Now, let’s see what’s really going on.”

“What is he doing?” Stern is panicking. 

“If you will direct your attention to said screens, I believe that’s North Korea,” Tony narrates as a video of a suit plays on the screen. It falls over, crashing and burning in their efforts to replicate his suit. The clip ends with blood splattering over the screen which is absolutely a sign of a well-functioning suit of armor for sure.

The crowd behind them loses their collective shits.

“Can you turn that off? Take it off!” Stern calls out to no one in particular. However, Hammer springs into action, trying to turn it all off. Tony suspects it has something to do with what he knows might show up next.

“Iran,” Tony notes as video footage of a suit flying plays. It does well enough, for all of five seconds before that too crashes. And judging by the fire, probably also burns. 

Hammer continues his futile tries to turn the screens off.

“No grave threat here,” Tony says, smiling. And then, for the big one. “Is that Justin Hammer? How did Hammer get in the game?” This is so much fun because while Hammer tries in utter panic to turn the screen off it is playing a video of Justin Hammer, himself, standing next to a suit, commanding it to make movements that it barely follows, before fucking up altogether and twisting a complete 180 degrees.

Tony, Y/n, and Rhodey exchange a look where all can’t help but smile at the incompetence, while the crowd behind them gasps in shock and fear.

“Justin, you’re on TV. Focus up,” Y/n remarks with a cunning grin.

Just as not-TV Justin finds the plug and unplugs the screen, Tony says, “Wow. Yeah, I’d say most countries, five? Ten years away? Hammer Industries—twenty.”

“I would like to suggest the council consider hiring a new primary weapons contractor because, well, that—” she points at the screen”—and also because while Mr. Hammer might be right in his claim that Mr. Stark might not be able to predict every single threat, he can at least build a fully functional suit of armor—much unlike your expert witness, Senator.” Y/n smiles with a challenge in her eyes as she speaks.

This reminds Tony of when he was a kid and Y/n would trip the kids who’d try to take away his toys. Was she abusing her powers a bit? Yes. Did they deserve it? Yes.

Hammer rushes back to the mic to state, “I’d like to point out that that test pilot survived.”

“I think we’re done is the point that he’s making.” Stern is standing up from his seat and he seems so lost, it makes Tony feel a little bad for the poor guy. But then again, fuck him. “I don’t think there’s any reason—” 

“The point is, you’re welcome, I guess,” Tony states.”

“For what?” Stern asks, dumbfounded.

“Because I’m your nuclear deterrent,” Tony says easily. “It’s working. We’re safe. America is secure. You want my property? You can’t have it. But I did you a big favor.” He stands up and turns around to face the crowd. “I’ve successfully privatized world peace.” He throws out two peace signs for good measure while everyone stands up and begins to applaud him. 

“What more do you want? For now!” Tony shouts out over the cheers. “I tried to play ball with these ass-clowns,” he comments, turning to point at the council who look wrecked.

“Fuck you, Mr. Stark. Fuck you, buddy,” Stern spits out with utter hatred. “We’re adjourned. We’re adjourned for today.”

“Okay,” Tony says casually, putting on his sunglasses.

“You’ve been a delight,” Stern says, every word drenched in venom. Meanwhile, Tony gives him a thumbs-up, sends a couple of flying kisses his way, and walks out of the room surrounded by the cheering crowd.

It’s later that he’s seated in the car that he realizes, he left Y/n behind. 

“Jarvis, call Y/n.”

“Calling Ms. Stark,” Jarvis replies.

The call connects.

“Hey, where’d you go?” He asks, hands on the wheel. He’s waiting now, stationary as ever.

“I didn’t go anywhere, you decided you’re the savior of the American people, and walked out to let said people laud all over, so in turn, I decided to hitch a ride with Rhodey,” she answers, sounding… frustrated?

He begins driving. “Are you mad at me? I thought that went pretty well.”

“It did go well. Up until the point you decided you’ve developed a god complex at the end and announced yourself as the nuclear deterrent.” Yeah, she’s definitely frustrated.

“But, come on! I am all of those things,” he argues, with a very slight mocking tone.

But apparently, she doesn’t agree because he’s met with a sigh from the other end. 

“Look, Tony, you told me you needed to do this to help people, to make your life worthwhile—that’s why I wanted to help you out.” She pauses. “I saw something really fucking great in you. It’s always been there, but I—I see it come up to the surface when you’re wearing that suit, which is why I was ready to fight the government to let you keep it. But if you’re gonna be the same arrogant asshole about it then I, myself will salvage your suit for parts and sell it off on eBay.” Now she sounds downright pissed off.

“Y/n, come on—” she cuts him off.

“There are people out there, you know?” Her voice is hushed, it puts him on edge.

“What people?” He asks.

“When I was looking into countries trying to develop similar tech to the Iron Man suit, I found people out there who could replicate it, they just haven’t gotten around to it,” she tells him in quiet whispers.

“Yeah?” He’s freaking out a little now… only a little. “Like who?”

“About half a dozen of them… But most prominently, Howard used to work with this guy, Anton Vanko. He got deported to Russia in ‘67 after he was accused of espionage, he died a couple months ago.”

“So a dead guy then?”

“He had a son,” Y/n bites back. “I’m trying to figure out if he has the designs, but know this, Tony, he does have the skills to pull it off.”

He’s freaking out a lot now, so much so that the car feels almost claustrophobic to him now. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” He says instead.

There is silence on the other side for a while and then, “I’m right behind you, Tony. Always. But you gotta be better.” 

The call disconnects.

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Replaced | Part 2 | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader, and Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Story warnings: heart disease/failure, loss of a parent, absent father.

Story summary: Your father, Tony Stark, has been rather absent in the recent years of your life. What will happen when you show up at the Avengers Compound after you lose your mom?

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While you were sound asleep in Natasha’s arms, Peter looked very conflicted in the common room. “What’s troubling you, kid?” Your dad continued the nickname like what you said never happened. “You never told me you had a daughter.” Tony shrugs, “I barely see her, I didn’t see the point of mentioning it.” Peter gets up and heads towards his room as well. “Come on, kid, not you too.” He looks back in disbelief, “I know exactly what it’s like to lose a parent, and the fact that you’re acting like it’s nothing to your own child, while you should be the one comforting her, does not sit right with me.” 

When you wake up you realize you fell asleep on Natasha, you look up and she's already looking at you. “Good morning, how did you sleep?” You sit up, “I slept good, but I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, I’m sorry.” Natasha smiles, “No worries, you’re all good. I do have to go for a bit, I have a short meeting. If you want you can have some breakfast in the kitchen, grab whatever you want.” You thank her before she gets up. “I’ll meet you after?” You nod with a small smile. 

In the kitchen, Wanda was already busy making pancakes, “Hey, y/n, would you like some?” You sit down at the counter, "Yeah, I would love some pancakes, they smell amazing Wanda." Wanda puts a plate with two perfect pancakes down in front of you. "Let me know if you want more when you're done, I'm making them for everyone, so I'll be cooking for a bit." You take the first bite, "They're amazing Wanda, thank you! Where did you learn to cook like this?" Wanda gives you a faraway smile. "When I was younger, every moment my mom spent in the kitchen, I was right by her side. She was always so happy in the kitchen, I wanted that too. She taught me everything she knew. Her recipe books were one of the few things that were left after the bombing. I keep them very close to my heart, and make her recipes as often as I can, to remember her and my family." You hadn't realized that Wanda's youth had gone that way. "Oh, I’m sorry, Wanda. I didn’t know. I’m glad your mom can live on through her recipes and the memories you’ve made together.” - “Don’t worry, I enjoy talking about them. It keeps the memories alive, you know?” You nod and continue your breakfast. 

When you were done with your first pancake, Peter walked in. He nervously walks towards you, “Hey, y/n, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I had no clue Tony had a daughter, I never meant to take your place or you know, be a part of the reason your connection with your dad isn’t good.” You pat the empty chair beside you, silently asking him to sit with you. “You have nothing to apologize for, Peter. None of this is your fault, I promise. Plus my connection with my dad hasn’t been good long before he met you, so please don’t feel guilty. I don’t blame you in any way.” That seems to relieve some of the tension the boy was feeling. Wanda placed a plate in front of Peter, without saying a word, careful to not interrupt the two of you. You and Peter quietly eat the rest of your breakfast, until your dad walks in. Both of you look up at him, “Ah, Peter, y/n, I see that you two are getting along well.” You roll your eyes and excuse yourself from the table.

You walk outside and follow one of the paths, not knowing where it will lead you. Eventually, you make it to the waterfront and decide to sit down. You’re just staring out onto the water, deep in thought, when you hear someone walk towards you. Looking over your shoulder you see Wanda approaching. “Hi, Wanda, how did you find me so easily?” Wanda points to the ground next to you, “May I?” You nod and she sits down next to you. “I can read minds, is how. I try not to listen to people's thoughts because it’s generally not appreciated, but sometimes a person's thoughts are too loud for me to ignore. So, I just wanted to check in on you.” You talk with Wanda for a while until her phone buzzes, “Hey, it’s Nat, she’s looking for you. Are you okay with me sharing where we are?” You nod your head, “Yeah, we were planning to meet up after her meeting.” The three of you spend the rest of the morning at the water, getting to know each other better. 

A couple days later you’re at the funeral that you arranged. Most of the team was there for support, as well as a few relatives and even some regulars from the bookstore. It was by far the hardest thing you had ever done. After every person that attended shook your hand and said their condolences, Natasha walks up to you. “Hey, you look like you need a hug.” Without saying a word you fall into her arms. She wraps her arms tightly around you and lets you cry into her chest. Her hand rubs soothing circles on your back, trying to bring you as much comfort as she possibly could. Once it feels like you have no tears left, you loosen your grip on Natasha. “Thank you, I needed that.” Natasha moves to your side and keeps an arm around your shoulder. “Any time.” You look out the doors of the room. “Did he come?” - “Yeah, he stood at the back, but left before the condolences. I think he wasn’t sure if you and your family members wanted him there.” You nod, not sure why you cared to know.

The next week you opened back up the bookstore. You were looking through your notes with a frown on your face when Natasha walked in with two coffee’s. She hands you one of the cups and takes a sip of the other, “How are you holding up?” You sigh deeply. “Okay, I guess. It feels so strange without her.” Natasha nods along as you tell her how you’re feeling. “And what about the notebook, what were you looking at?” You grab the notebook and flip through a few pages, “The funeral costs were most of my savings, and since we’ve- eh- the store has been closed all week, I didn’t get any income from it. So, I was trying to come up with ideas on how to earn more money here. So far everything I’ve written down is only going to cost me more money.” Natasha looks through your notes to see what kind of ideas you had come up with. “Do you want to brainstorm some ideas together?” You like the idea and start firing ideas at each other. It must have been an hour later when Natasha came up with the following. “What if we did something with the Avengers? Like maybe we can organize events to read books to kids or something, or we can have the team make book suggestions. That will surely attract more people to the store, right?” - “That sounds like a great idea! But do you really think the team is willing to help?” Natasha takes your hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze, “I’m sure they will. I think it would be good for us too, we’re always looking for opportunities to connect with the community more. This would be perfect.”

Every free moment of the next few weeks you spent together with Natasha. It started out as planning your idea, but soon you realized that you were not only working on the idea anymore. After planning Natasha stayed over and you watched movies, more than once she stayed the night and you cuddled up after falling asleep during unfinished movies. You don’t remember exactly when it happened, but you knew that somewhere along the line you had crossed the line of simply being friends. When you weren’t working you were either at Natasha’s or she was at your place. On days that Natasha was free, she would join you at the store and prepare things for the first Avenger reading event.

Then the first ever Avenger reading event was finally there. The whole store was full of children and their families, eager to meet the Avengers. You introduced today's readers to the audience, “Please welcome Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch and Spider-man!” The event went amazing, you had no idea how it was going to turn out this morning, but this many people was definitely not something you had expected. The team sat and interacted with the kids as their friends were reading a book. They walked around the store with kids and helped them pick out books. Almost all of the families left the store with at least one book. “Thank you all so much! This was incredible, I am so grateful for all of you.” You told the team as they were heading out. Natasha stayed to help you clean up, the rest offered too, but Natasha assured them that it was fine. 

When you had cleaned everything up you sat down on one of the couches. Natasha walked up to you with two drinks in her hand, “We should celebrate, today was a big success.” You lean into her as she sits down next to you. “Yeah, we should. What did you have in mind?” Natasha shrugs, “I don’t mind, as long as it’s with you.” You lift your head and look in her eyes. Her eyes move down to your lips, you smile as a warm feeling forms in your chest. You reach up your hand to place a loose strand of hair behind her ear and let your hand linger. Natasha leans into your hand and then forwards until your lips meet. You kiss her slowly, her hands move to your waist pulling you closer. She deepens the kiss and gently pulls you on top of her lap. When you part you smile at her, “So this is what you call celebrating?” - “Hm, only with you.”The next steps for the bookstore made you excited for the future. You were adding two new sections to the store. One called ‘Assembled by Avengers’, a section with recommended books by each of the Avengers. The other was dedicated to your mom’s favorite books. Besides the new sections, more reading events were planned, you expanded it to multiple age groups.

Another thing that excited you for the future was the woman that was currently sound asleep next to you. You turn to your side and scoot closer to Natasha. After placing a soft kiss to her forehead, you cuddle up to her and close your eyes as well.

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Tagging the people that asked for a part two, thank you for wanting to read more!

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[hannibalsbaby]

The One Who Pleases Him.

Finally! A Viserys I Targaryen x Stark! Reader blurb. Instead of marrying Alicent Hightower, Viserys marries Cregan Starks aunt (18-20 years old). This obviously takes place around episodes 2&3, so I know Cregan hasn't been born yet. I also know it's not really Aegon's prophecy that Viserys was so adamant about having a boy for, but just pretend. Reblogs are appreciated but do not post my work on other sites! Feedback is always appreciated as well. I hope you guys enjoy it!

The italic, in the beginning, is a flashback/memory.

Warnings: Language, violence, death, grief.

The prophecy that brought him to the North, was the same prophecy that killed his beloved Aemma. “Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. It's, to begin with, a terrible winter, gusting out of the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds, and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When this great winter comes, Rhaenyra, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A King or Queen strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream The Song of Ice and Fire," is what Viserys told his daughter, his heir. He believed it, every word of it.

So, when the Starks offered their daughter’s hand, he was not going to refuse. Learning from the North could help him explain the prophecy better, or even solve it before it happened. Yet, he never expected to fall in love.

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It had only been six months after their wedding, and Viserys could say that he was the happiest he had been since the death of his beloved. The way his bride was so gentle with him, the way she would gently rub his shoulders as he worked on his model of Old Valyria and would be so interested in what he had to say about it.  “My dear dragon, what is that,” she asked so softly as she pointed to something in the model from behind him. The question was genuine, he could tell from how her hand shook slightly as she was nervous to ask it. She quickly retracted her hand and laid it on his shoulder. Her gentle hands rubbed the fabric of his extravagant robe. 

Viserys thought about her question as he eyed what she pointed at. He smiled softly as he realized what it was, “Oh, my dear. You noticed a hidden dragon lair,” it was a simple response but he knew she would appreciate the simplicity of it. All she wanted was truth and reason, Viserys knew that. He reach back and held the hand that rested on his shoulder. 

“Thank you, my dragon,” she thanked him genuinely and laid a kiss on the top of his head. The smell of him overtook her senses. Her husband smelled of soft spices, sweat, and fire. She loved the way he smelt, no other man had made their scent as appealing as his. She was genuinely obsessed with the King, and she couldn’t wait to give him children. 

The King did not know why she called him her dragon, but he wasn’t going to complain. The nickname was something he learned to hold dear in his heart. Her soft voice, loving touches, and sweet gestures made the grief he felt so much easier to bear. His bride even allowed him to speak of his beloved, she said it would be easier for them to navigate their relationship. He was thankful for everything she did for him, and at times he felt as if he could not give her the same back. 

“You are a gift to me. I have not done anything to deserve you, my Queen,” he spoke softly, his breathing stuttering as he spoke. He had not been one to speak the loving words she always did, but at this moment he felt as if he could do anything in the world. He stood up and turned to face her, he felt her hands drop from his shoulder as did his from her own. He looked her in the eyes, and he saw all of the emotion clouded inside of hers. 

A single tear gently rolled down her flushed cheek. “Viserys, my dragon, you deserve everything and more. You are the strongest man I know,” her soft hand came to his cheek and cupped it. Her thumb caressed it with love and adoration. Her face leaned into his, and the two pairs of lips met in a gentle but loving kiss. It was not long-lived, but it cleared any doubt the couple had. 

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[fandomnerd9602]

Break

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

You and Petra Parker, the Spectacular Spider Girl were happily married. Life was good and a proper balance of work, college, and superhero stuff. You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

And then Petra told you she was pregnant. You were on cloud nine. The woman of your dreams was going to having your baby. Your dad, the always showboating Tony Stark, was already a doting grandpa and the baby wasn’t even born yet.

He showed up with a moving truck full of baby stuff, clothes, and diapers. “Let me know if you need anything else” your dad gave you and Petra a genuine smile. “I want my grandson to want for nothing”

“What if it’s a little girl, Mr Stark?” Petra asked with a little smirk.

“Even more so” he gave a shrug before jumping in his Lamborghini.

Aunt May practically spent every day over at your house from that point on. She already trying to coach her niece thru the first trimester, cooking meals, helping with the nursery, etc.

You and Petra couldn’t be happier. But you could tell something was on your wife’s mind. It all started at the end of the first trimester. She was started to show signs of a pregnant belly.

You found you and her getting ready for patrol. Petra just looked at herself in the mirror, costume at her ankles and only standing there in her skivvies.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You approached her and wrapped her in a hug from behind, locking eyes with her in the mirror.

Her eyes were full of tears and a bit of sadness, “I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t be Spider Girl anymore” she whispered. Her hands were gently caressing her belly.

“I wouldn’t say anymore” you countered.

“Our baby is my main responsibility and priority, Stark” she said back. She turned in your arms to face you. Her lips were mere inches from yours. “I just want what’s best for little May”

“May?” You smiled at her, “that’s what you want to name her? Little May?”

You nuzzle Petra, earning a giggle from your favorite Web-Head.

“Yeah.” Petra giggled, “we can call her May-May as a nickname.”

“I love it. And I love you.” You gently rubbed her arms, reassuring her as best you could, “I support you. And I’m proud of you. Our baby’s gonna have a super mom”

“You’re so corny” Petra buries her head in your neck. How you love her scent, the way her head fits perfectly into the crook of your neck.

You smiled, “our baby. It’s so surreal to say”

“I know” she whispered back.

So Petra had to briefly retire from that point on. The Spectacular Spider Girl disappeared for about a year. No one knew why.

It didn’t matter if anyone else knew. All you and Petra cared about was the family you and her were building together.

And that’s all that truly mattered, just you, Petra and little May-May.

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[bitchystxrk3000]

Stark!Reader: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it…

Tony: Just rip the bandage off.

Stark!Reader: It's Loki.

Tony: Put the bandage back on.

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[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter 2

You woke early the next morning, washed quickly, and let your lady help you into the dress she’d laid out for you the night before. It was a delicate dress, the colour complemented your complexion beautifully.

Satisfied with your appearance you smiled at your image in the mirror then turned and practically skipped from the room.

The sunlight flooded through the windows as you hurried downstairs, skirts clasped in your fingers to prevent you from tripping. You felt light, lighter than you had since your mother died. you had the chance to escape this place, and with two handsome kings no less. You weren’t totally naive, you knew there would be challenges but you would be free of this stifling palace. That had to count for something right?

Downstairs the seats at the breakfast tables were packed with visitors and guests, the Two Kings looking distinctly out of place among the finery.

You hovered around your father’s chair trying to get his attention but his continual ignorance of you drove you to break with etiquette and seek out your husbands-to-be without a chaperone at your side. James was chewing on a piece of bacon as you slipped into the empty seat next to him, and opposite Steve who was slicing fruit and eating it off the blade of his knife.

James paused mid chew and looked over your body, his gaze lingered on your bosom before he met your eyes and continued with his food. Steve shook his head and, you suspected, kicked James under the table.

You shrugged a shoulder, but deep inside you were quaking, you’d never been openly admired like this. As you reached for some sweet bread and fruits Steve batted your hands away and proceed to serve you, filling your plate with pastries and then slicing the fruit you had selected. You were aware of both men watching you as you ate but the room had grown quiet as more and more people noticed that you had chosen to sit with your betrothed instead of your family.

The men barely spoke, preferring to communicate in grunts, shoulder lifts and silent conversations by eye contact. You relaxed among them, especially after a few minutes of eating seemed to brighten their morning moods. Across the table two of their men started bickering about who’s horse was faster, and a woman with red hair was lusting after one of your cousins.

“Nice to look at, dull to talk to,” you advised the redhead who laughed loudly at your words.

“A case of gag him and shag him then,” the woman said and you spluttered water all over yourself. Steve frowned at the woman but didn’t comment, just went back to eating his meal.

“Now, now Nat, you’re embarrassing Stevie,” James chastised. “Our Stevie here is a bit of a-“

“They’re called manners Buck, you should use ‘em Sweetheart,” Steve sassed and your tummy flipped at the sight of them teasing each other.

A voice hissed your name in your ear, and you turned a sweet smile on your father. “Explain yourself!”

“I was hungry, so I come over to find my betrothed. This is okay, isn’t it Daddy?” You pouted at him. King Howard frowned at you, showing his distaste but James turned the scowl back on him and you watched as your father shifted uncomfortably under James’ gaze. He took a step back and glanced at Steve.

“Of course it is daughter,” he said with a tight smile, taking the seat beside you.

“When will the wedding be?” Steve asked him. You bowed your head, and you were shocked when James touched his fingers to yours. A foot tapped against your shoe and you glanced up at Steve smiling your way.

“I was thinking three weeks,” your father said loftily.

“Not soon enough. It will need to be this week; we have business to take care of at home, and the first frosts are already covering the ground,” James countered. You turned shocked eyes to him, but he ignored you in favour of staring your father down.

No one had ever spoke to your father like that in your presence, but it seemed that James wasn’t in awe of the man, and you got the feeling that Steve wasn’t either. They spoke their mind, that much was obvious. You admired the simplicity, you hated the manipulations and court games.

“I, ah, well it’s not really proper, I haven’t had time to organise a dowery and-” James cut King Howard off again.

“We do not need a dowry; We’re not marrying your daughter because of money. If anything you could provide her with the appropriate winter attire and perhaps organise a residence for us so we may visit with you in the summer months, if that’s acceptable to our bride of course,” Steve said.

Tony made a strangled noise behind your father’s chair. “What she wants isn’t important here; this is a union between our...” Tony said but wilted off under James’ dark look. He had turned to face Tony and even sitting down James looked more powerful than Tony.

“Surely it’s your sister marrying us and not you?” Steve challenged Tony diplomatically.

“Well, ah, yes...” Tony said with a curl of his mouth, once again lost for words.

“Well then Honey, a home here you shall have, be it bought with our coin or yours, I don’t really care,” James said turning back to his coffee for a moment. He took a sip and then frowned again as if something occurred to him. “Don’t you treat your women folk like the goddesses they are?”

“Women, of course we do, they, well...” Tony stuttered while King Howard flushed.

“What Daddy and my darling brother are trying to say is that women are vital to their survival and... Entertainment.” You said with a smile. You liked his attitude, goddess indeed. And you enjoyed watching the men challenge your family.

Steve made a noise in his throat. “We would like to be married by the end of the week. I’m sorry if its rushing you, but we need to get home again. If you would have accepted our proposal at the start of this summer it would have been more convenient, but brining a North Man here during the autumn is not the wisest thing to do King Howard.” Steve said leaning back in his chair.

“We were considering our options,” your father said coldly. You glanced at him then at Steve, trying to work out who would give in first.

James was sitting quietly beside you, but you could feel the tension in his body as if he were ready to pounce. He spread his knees and nudged you slightly, offering a small smile. You smiled back, feeling safe in his company.

“It’s been an interesting chat. I will arrange to have the wedding date brought forward-”

“If it pleases your daughter,” Steve interrupted rudely.

“If it pleases my daughter, then yes.” King Howard said raising his chin. His lips were crushed into a thin white line, but he hid his fury as best he could.

“Well, have you asked her?” James demanded, finally speaking up.

“Asked her what?” Tony said loudly. Several people turned to stare at them. James almost rolled his eyes.

“If it pleases her to marry us sooner than later,” Steve prompted slowly, speaking as if to a child.

“Does it please you, daughter, to have the wedding brought forward?” King Howard asked through clenched teeth. You pretended to consider if it did or not, but he was already on edge, so you did not push too far.

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” you eventually answered, looking at Steve in time to catch the edges of his smirk.

“Alright then. Tony,” King Howard said standing up.

“We’ll keep your daughter with us for a few hours if you don’t mind, we need to get to know our future wife.” James said as he slid his arm along the back of your chair.

You watched a vein in your father’s neck throb as he stood and stalked away, Tony glaring at all of you in his wake before he trotted after the king like the sheep that he was.

“Now that was fun,” James said slumping down in his chair and shooting a glance at Steve.

“It was,” Steve agreed with a wink, and then, as if you were their prey, they both turned their attention to you.

“I think it’s time you showed us around your home, Doll” James said into your ear. “I’m sure you can show us some secret corners.”

You blushed and ducked your chin into your chest as both men chuckled at your bashfulness.

———

You curled the length of silk around your hand, marvelling at how strong and durable the delicate ribbon was.

You bit your lip and watched it move and shimmer in the candle light that flickered next to you. You were to be married the day after tomorrow and this was a gift from Natasha, the redheaded warrior who travelled with the Kings.

Instead it reminded you of yourself, this material, out of its natural habitat and stretched thin, but then you had never truly felt at home here. You sighed and looked out the window at the well lit evening. Stars twinkled around the moon which cast long shadows across the courtyard below. It was busy; several cases of your belongings were moving out the gate to where the Northern army were camped, waiting for their leaders.

Your ladies maids had spent the evening in your private rooms, and for once they’d been frank. The three women were concerned for you, worried at what you might have to do as a wife for not just one, but two men. Two powerful kings.

“Mine wasn’t pleasant, William was big, you know, down there, and it hurt for several days until I got used to it,” Erica had said with a slight flush on her cheeks. “I think he forgot that I hadn’t been allowed to educate myself prior to joining him in the marriage bed.”

Lucille bobbed her head in agreement. “Jack was impatient with me. I was nervous, and I know he was too, its memorable for the wrong reasons.”

“I can’t begin to imagine what two men will do,” Erica added with a frown. “With each other I mean.”

“Oh, use your imagination!” Maggie said with a shove. “Princess, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen how those two men have been looking at you, and I know for a fact that not all men are brutes. If they’re not gentle and respectful just bloody tell them, don’t stand for them being assholes.”

“It’s easy for you to say, you’re not married to a king or a duke,” Lucille muttered.

“No, worse, I’m an unwed woman with a promiscuous past,” You gasped mockingly. “Come on, you’ll be fine, I know it.”

So, they left you like that, sitting by your window, your tummy fluttering with nerves and your head filled with dreams and ideas of your future.

You were deep in your fantasy so the sharp knock on your door was a shock.

You peered around the heavy oak to find James standing barefoot. “Can we talk?” James asked. He was wearing soft clothes, and he looked comfortable, ready for bed.

“Of course!” You pulled your dressing gown around your chest and opened the door. Behind James, Steve offered you a smile, and you nodded him into your room, then closed to door gently so as not to attract attention.

You stepped back on your toes, nervous at having the men in your bedroom. They did not seem uncomfortable; Steve padded across to your couch and sat practically in the middle, his knees spread wide like you had seen soldiers in the courtyards do when they relaxed. James took a turn around the room, examining the trinkets and treasures that made the room feel like home. Tomorrow most of it would be packed away.

You hovered and Steve patted the seat to his left, so you sat primly on the edge, your hands in your lap.

“We want to talk about our very different cultures,” Steve said leaning back on the couch and stretching his legs out. “Buck, put that down.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned away from your perfume bottles. You resisted the urge to giggle at the playful look on his face.

“Why do you call him Buck?”

“Bucky, actually,” James said. “I prefer my friends to call me Bucky, lovers too,” he practically leered at you.

“Bucky,” Steve’s voice had a warning in it, but you suspected they were playing.

Steve stretched his legs, crossed his ankles and hooked his arm over the back of the chair forcing the shirt he was wearing to ride up and show a slice of his toned belly. You couldn’t help but notice the darker trail of hair beneath his naval, just like in your books. A happy trail they called it. You swallowed and looked back at his face, reminding yourself that you were a strong woman among idiot men. But then that irritating little voice reminded you that you didn’t think these men were idiots.

“Okay,” you said as Bucky made himself comfortable on the ottoman at the bottom of your bed.

“In the North women aren’t as,” Steve paused obviously searching for the right word, “’prim’ as they are here. Or anywhere really. Women are warriors, women rule, women are equal to men. I’m an only child, but Bucky has sisters, and they’ll all inherit something. Bucky married me so that his sisters would have a kingdom to inherit themselves, and we have promised our protection to their realm.”

You looked at Bucky, and he made a face at you. You giggled again, and Steve shook his head fondly at his husband.

“Only men inherit here. If a father has daughters and no sons then he searches for a suitable son in law,” you said moving to get more comfortable and countering his fact with one of your own. You pulled your feet under your nightgown and rested your heels on the edge of your seat.

“Barbaric, don’t you think Doll?” Bucky suggested. “I mean, you’re as smart as any of your brothers.”

“I know. My father would not allow me a proper tutor,” you said looking at your knees. Tony, to his credit was a smart man, but so were you. Your father refused to accept it though, adamantly insisting that wives didn’t need education.

“I suppose we have our work cut out for us then,” Steve teased. “With us, women have more freedom, I think than here. It’s unthinkable in our land for a woman to be a virgin on her wedding night. You want to enjoy your evening, and as Natasha likes to say, you need to make sure your happy with the goods.”

Bucky chuckled from his seat across from you. Despite what you had read in private, you felt a blush rising on your cheeks at the thought of going to bed with these men. In their loosely dressed state you’d already seen more of them than you had any other men in your life.

“I - are you here to seduce me?” you asked, your eyes flicking between them.

“We haven’t come looking for sex and gratification for our own needs if that’s what you think, we’re here because while you have cultures and traditions so do we. We have been told we won’t be allowed to see you tomorrow, because its bad luck. We like to bring breakfast on the wedding day to our betrothed. In the North by this stage a couple usually know each other very well, and are living together, sometimes with children,” Bucky explained as he stood and closed the distance between you, crouching next to you and brushing his finger over your toes. You giggled.

“Who brings the breakfast?” you asked resting your chin on your knees.

“Whomever is the least hung over,” Steve said with a curl of his lips. “So that would be me. It was me on our wedding morning.”

You giggled and nodded, the smile seeming to etch itself permanently on your face. “But we would both like to bring yours if you’ll allow it.” Bucky said.

“Of course.” You agreed as you looked between them. “Is it strange for you, marrying me when you don’t know me?”

“Oh sweetheart, we have known you a long time. We met before,” Steve said as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

You frowned, searching your memory for either of them but nothing came to light. “I’ve never met either of you,” you said. Steve just smirked at you again, shooting you a conspiratorial wink.

“Besides,” Bucky said as he walked to the door, “you were always going to be our wife.” He winked and stepped out into the hallway, Steve close behind him. “Sleep tight.”

You watched them go, Steve’s fingers finding Bucky’s as they walked to their rooms unafraid of being caught out wandering the hallways at night.

You slipped beneath your sheets later after brushing your hair and curled around your pillow. You dreamt of wild wind and hair blowing around your face, of tall men and horses and girls with stubby ponies, and two boys, each holding one of your hands as you tripped through your first few steps outside and away from your mother.

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The next day you barely had any time for yourself. You woke, stretched under your sheets and smiled at the memory of last night, and of the future to come.

Tomorrow you would be married, married to a pair of men that understood you after only a few days. Oh you realised it wouldn’t all be perfection and roses but somehow you knew that any arguments you had wouldn’t automatically be won by Steve or Bucky just because of their gender.

You spied them several times the day before the wedding, but never got a chance to speak to either of them and your maids were stripping you for bed before you knew it. You were just about to slide in between the sheets when there was a knock at the door. At first you thought they had come back, but then you realised the knock had been too soft. Hilda, one of the servants was shifting nervously from foot to foot outside the door.

“Oh Princess, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I made you a gift see, and I didn’t want to miss you.” She said softly. You noticed white tissue paper in her hands.

“Come in.” You held the door open. Something moved in the shadows, and you leaned out of the room but there was nothing there. Narrowing your eyes, you pulled your body back into the room.

“My sister is a seamstress, and her unmentionables are famous. I help her when I can.” Hilda passed the parcel to you. You set it on the bed and unwrapped it slowly. Inside were the most delicate looking panties you had ever seen, with very little material. There was a nightie too, both a soft pastel colour. You held it up in front of you. Unlike the long ones you were accustomed to this would probably reach the top of your thighs, if that.

A blush covered your cheeks at the thought of your husbands seeing you wearing this.

“I don’t know that it’ll do much good up North,” you flushed as you caressed the material. It was silk too, finely stitched and you guessed a perfect fit.

“I hear they sleep naked and that their beds are warm,” Hilda confessed nudging you in the ribs. Your mother had gotten along famously with Hilda’s, and you loved her for being that friend.

“Wear it tomorrow night. You’ll look beautiful and they’ll love it,” Hilda said with a knowing look in her eye. “North men prefer less material.”

“Thank you.” you said wrapping your arms around the other woman. As you closed the door you looked around your room. It was empty with all your personal things packed away to go north and tomorrow night would probably be your last here.

You got into bed and this time no one rapped the door. You fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to sleep next to the two broad shouldered men who were on your mind more every day.

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Ties That Mend -Part 1

TW/CW: Alcohol, Tony's self destructive tendencies, if there's any more let me know and I'll add them!

A/N: This is something I started many years ago, I just never finished it. I'm currently working on the next few parts, I'm accepting suggestions on where this should go too! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy.

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you hesitantly walked into the elevator. You pressed the button that read 'Floor 12' and waited as it made its way up. You were nervous, you didn't want to be here. Unfortunately, being the newest Avenger meant you had to stay at the tower against your will. You were not impressed. 

You finally reached your desired floor, before taking a step out. All eyes drifted to your current position and you felt somewhat nervous. They all stood and made their way over to greet you. You extended your hand towards them, allowing them to shake your hand if necessary. A red headed woman was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Agent Romanoff, I'll be your training partner and mentor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Director Fury assigned you to me for a reason. He deems you worthy, now prove it. As an avenger, you have responsibilities and commitments. We look out for each other, okay? Don't screw up." She warned. All you could do was nod in agreement, your eyes slightly widened. Her face softened and that's when she let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Natasha. I promise, I don't bite. I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You relaxed as she took your hand and shook it, before turning to the man that stood next to her. "This is Clint. He's annoying, but you get used to it." She earned a groan of playful annoyance from him before he shoved her. She proceeded to introduce everybody else, until she got to the last few members. "Hey, I'm Sam." He smirked, sending you a wink. You couldn't help but scoff. "And I'm not interested." You shot back before turning to the next guy. 

"This is Tony, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. He owns the tower, designs the equipment we use. Also, his ego is bigger than his wallet, so be warned." She joked. You turned away from him quickly, forcing your attention on anything else. His face dropped, but he quickly fixed it before the others noticed. 

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. "Can somebody show me to my room?" Tony was quick to offer his assistance, but you brushed it off. "Nat, do you mind? I do have a few questions…" she agreed and you grabbed your suitcase, following her closely. Tony sighed, pouring himself a whiskey and knocking it back quickly. 

Reaching your room, you thanked Natasha, politely declining her offer of assistance before closing the door behind you. Deciding you would unpack, you emptied your possessions onto the floor. You organised your clothes, placing them in your wardrobe shortly after. Your bathroom was then full of toiletries and you even hung up a few photos. It finally suited your style. By the time you finished, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep was one of your biggest struggles. If you slept more than four hours, or even slept without a nightmare, it was guaranteed you were becoming sick, which also wasn't very often. 

A voice filled your room, alerting you that dinner was being served. You knew it was Jarvis. Making your way to the dining room, a familiar scent filled the air. A small smile graced your face as you entered the room, your favourite meal presented on the table. Taking a seat in between Bucky and Clint, you waited until everybody else had loaded their plate before taking your own portion and tucking in. You ate in silence as conversations erupted around you, each person enjoying the food prepared for them as they socialised with their team mates. 

"Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Steve suggested politely. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-uh, I'm not that interesting. There's nothing really important about me." Tony scoffed, causing everybody to raise their eyebrows and turn their gazes to him. You rolled your eyes before continuing. "What do you guys want to know?" 

This time, Wanda was the one to ask. "Is there a significant other we need to know about?” She wiggles her eyebrows in a teasing manner, causing you to blush profusely. After shaking your head, Sam piped up. "In that case, how about you and I get to know each other?" The rest of the team laughed as he sent you a wink. 

"Like I said earlier bird brain, not interested." You playfully shot back. His right hand lay over his heart and he feigned hurt, causing you to roll your eyes again. "We heard you're pretty smart. In fact, you have similar knowledge to both Tony and I. It'd be nice to have your input on a few projects if you're willing to?" Bruce smiled. You smiled back, nodding your head and confirming your availability to help. Tony watched you inquisitively throughout it all. "You must've had a real good education. Where did you go?" Bruce asked again. 

"I was homeschooled, taught by my father until he passed, my brother until the age of 16 and then my Aunt. By then, I knew everything there was to know. All I had to do was go to college to take the exams, the rest is history." You replied. “Your brother must be an exceptional man. I'd love to meet him one day." Bruce responded. You gave a small nod, brushing off any emotions. Steve spoke up again. "So, do you like jogging?" He simply asked. "I do, I go twice a day. Know any good spots?" You questioned. "Sam and I actually go twice a day too, you're more than welcome to join us." You smiled, thanking him before finishing your food. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Thor held the amber liquid out to you. Shaking your head, you declined. "I don't drink." You stated casually before standing up and clearing your plate. The rest of the team did the same and you decided to excuse yourself before they could ask you anything else. You bid them goodnight, walking into the elevator and eventually back to your room. Your nightly routine commenced and you slid into your bed, laying in the darkness until your eyes fluttered closed and you fell into a deep slumber. 

You were already awake when Steve knocked on your door at the crack of dawn. He was surprised, but didn't think too much of it. You met Sam in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way to the ground floor and exiting the tower into the cold air. It was refreshing, to say the least. A smile graced your face once again as you made your way to the park. Sam thought it necessary to explain the 'on your left' situation and you were glad. Steve ran ahead of you both. You started off slow with Sam, easing yourself into the exercise. Once you got into a rhythm, you sped up and quickly approached Steve who was miles ahead moments before. "Hey Rogers, on your left!" His face was priceless as you overtook him, a smug look plastered on your face. This continued until you were all satisfied with the miles achieved, making your way back to the tower immediately after. "You got heart kid." He complimented as you exited the elevator. You rolled your eyes as Tony came into sight, a glass of whiskey glued to his hand. 

"Tony, it's 10 in the morning. Could you not wait?" Sam enquiries. Tony chuckled, knocking back the drink before pouring himself another. "Isn't it too early for you to be on my case?" He shot back rather defensively. You were somewhat relieved when Sam took the alcoholic beverage and disposed of it, snapping Tony out of his self-destructive tendencies temporarily. 

You began walking off, eager to jump in the shower to rid yourself of the sweat. The footsteps behind you got closer and a tight grip around your arm stopped you. "Did you put him up to that?" Tony asked rather harshly. You laughed in the least humorous manner. "I didn't do shit, Stark. Let go of me." He refused, roughly tightening his grip as you stumbled back into the wall. "You need to grow up, Y/N." he sneered. "You have no control over me. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me,” you announced, wiggling from his grip and walking quickly to your room, slamming the door and locking it. 

You kept your distance for the next few weeks, avoiding Tony at all costs. During dinner, the tension was high and it was clear to everybody you did not get along. If only they knew. Of course, Tony was planning to throw another one of Stark's famous parties much to your dismay. You made it clear you would not be attending. 

"But Y/N, it's the first party since you joined! You have to come, it'll be fun. Please?" Wanda begged. You shook your head. "I don't drink, nor do I like parties. I never have." You admitted. Tony rolled his eyes at this statement. "If she doesn't want to go, we can't force her." Bruce defended you. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't be going either." You sent him a thankful smile before walking back to your room, leaving them to plan. 

A few days later, it was Tony's party. Hundreds of guests arrived, causing the levels of sound to increase dramatically. The DJ let the music blare and the tower practically shook. The whole team dressed to perfection, giving you a smile before going down to the lower level. You sigh, flopping onto the sofa with your laptop as you begin typing out your work. Fury would kill you if you didn't get it in on time. Bruce checked up on you, bringing you a tea and a few snacks to help you focus. He sat next to you, enjoying your company as you spoke continuously about your research. It had reached 11pm when Bruce began growing tired. He politely excused himself, wishing you a goodnight before traipsing off to his room. Many hours later, the rest of the team made their way up. It was clear they were absolutely wasted, their inability to stand was a major hint. You couldn't help but laugh when Clint tripped and Natasha fell down beside him, laughing harder than she usually would. After helping them off the floor, you lead them to their rooms and ensured they were safe in bed before making your way to your room. 

Slipping into your pyjamas, you closed your eyes. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. A loud crash caused you to shoot up from your bed, you grabbed your gun and tiptoed throughout the tower until you found the culprit. Tony was sprawled out on the floor, the glass from the now broken coffee table underneath him. You mentally groaned, you did not want to help him. You knew you couldn't just leave him there. You studied his body quickly, discovering a small cut to his face and hand. Reaching down, you managed to pull him up (with great difficulty) and supported him until you reached the infirmary. Throwing him onto the bed, you grabbed a few supplies. 

"Get away from me, what are you doing?" He asked, slurring each word. "You're hurt, I'm helping you." You told him. Using the tweezers, you carefully took the shards of glass from the wounds. He winced, trying to pull away but you held him down. Next, you cleaned it. He let out an audible groan but all you did was roll your eyes. It was his own fault, after all. Luckily, it wasn't too deep. You bandaged his hand and stuck a few steri-strips to his forehead, closing the small wound. You were about to move him again, when he stopped you. 

"You don't care, why are you helping me?" He asked. You thought for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. "Because if I didn't, who would?" This silenced him. You steadied him on his feet, before throwing his arm over your shoulder as you took him to his room. You lay him softly, taking his shoes and jacket off and throwing his duvet over him. He seemed satisfied as you lay painkillers and water on his nightstand before turning around. Just as you turn the light off, you hear him. "I know you hate me and I'm sorry..." his snores fill the room as you close the door, brushing off his words and making your way back to your room. "Jarvis, wipe all cctv footage." You demanded. "As you wish." He complied. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep. 

Find part 2 here.

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