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Platonic Avengers Imagine Parker!Reader Part 2

Requested? Yes!

“I loved your avenger headcanons! Can you do a continued part to it with the reader and Tony stark where they've been getting closer and bonding more and then after endgame (We're gonna be happy okay) Tony brings home Peter and it's all just a bunch of fluff”

“I sent in an earlier request for part to off parker reader, can you make the first part kinda angsty where the reader is truly struggling without her brother and tony helps her through it all and then it slowly gets better???? If not - thats grat too!”

Author: Jade

Warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS (with alternate ending), sad reader, sad people, i mean everyone lost someone so who isnt sad :(, but it gets better I promise

Author’s Note: I wrote this all on paper and then changed it like 3 times and then typed it so forgive me for randomness but I tried my best. I LOVE writng avengers platonic so def send that in and let me know what you thought!

-After IW it was obvious everyone was in grieving

-Everyone was in different stages, some mourning, some depressed, some angry, and some just trying to find a way to move on

-You had hit a dark hole in which even the Avengers and May had a hard time bringing you back

-But Tony’s constant efforts were especially appreciated by you as you grew closer to him

-In a short matter of time he became more like a father figure

-He partially completely blamed himself for what happened to your brother and had to make it up to you

-So he promised you he would help bring Peter back

-Both of you spending countless hours in the lab

-Bouncing ideas off of each other, testing different theories

-Having help from the others, but once it gets late at night it ends up just being the two of you

-He’ll stay up as long as he has to, but he ends up sending you home after a few hours of hard working

-But he will stay up way longer than that after you leave

-Tony having to call it a night short when he sees you getting frustrated and teary eyed, not wanting a panic attack to trigger and have things worse

-Him dropping you off at May’s and giving her an update

-May wasn’t holding up well with the events (no one was), so Tony made sure to take you off of her hands as much as possible, not that you were much trouble but still

-Him always being a call away, even if he’s busy

-He refuses to ignore you and knows that you wouldn’t call him unless you needed him

-Tony holding you after you have yet another nightmare and staying up with you afterward for as long as you need it

-He says it’s better to talk about it but you never do and he understands 100% and doesn’t push the subject any further

-One time you called him from school asking to come get you

-He wanted to claim at first that he couldn’t do that without May’s permission

-But he didn’t question it when he heard your whimpers on the other side

-immediately calling the front office to excuse you as he drives over to pick you up while letting your aunt know where you would be

-Him comforting you when you break down crying again in his car

-He gets better at sensing when you’re about to have a panic attack and pulling you away from everything to help calm you down and come to your senses before it gets bad

-Just Tony Stark helping you through a time when you were hurting so much you felt like you couldn’t continue life

-You visiting the rest of the Avengers as much as possible and trying to keep in touch

-You fail with a few of them, succeed with others

-One time you’re over at his place and Pepper mentions that baking can help relieve stress

-Guess who just started a new baking hobby ;)

-You baking nonstop and Tony and Morgan being your taste testers

-They try your batters, icing, doughs, everything to make sure it’s tip top

-Tony loves the red velvet batter while Morgan claims that the vanilla icing is the best thing in the WORLD

-She says that about a lot of things but she’s a little kid so it's all relative

-Movie nights start becoming a thing

-The first movie is some cartoon Morgan wants to watch and then she falls asleep halfway through it on your lap and then you guys change it to a different movie

-You babysitting Morgan while Tony and Pepper have date nights and Morgan tells Tony she sees you like an older sister

-thIS WARMS MY MAN’s heART Let me TELL YOU

-After a couple of years you graduate high school

-That was a challenge but you knew you had to do it and had mega support along the way

-Tony and his family joining May at your graduation and them all cheering you on as your name is called

-When you come down in your gown and diploma, Tony sees true happiness in your eyes and it almost makes him tear up because you’ve seemed so lost these past couple of years and now you’re coming back

-He feels like he did his job and his heart is BURSTING

-Afterwards Tony offered to pay for your college but you asked if you could join him at Stark Industries

-You’re warming this man’s heart again

-He accepted you in an instant

-I mean you practically already worked there with how many hours you spent a week in the office and labs

-But you tell Tony a few weeks down the line that you’re moving on from trying to find Peter

-He’s taken aback but he understands that you spent over 2 years and haven’t found anything, so you have no hope left

-Shifting your focus to your new family and job

-You end up being so successful (duh) and helping Tony add on an entire new company under the Stark’s and being the head of it

-May and Tony being so proud of their baby

-You growing closer to Pepper as well when Tony is away at business retreats and what not

-You taking care of Morgan and bonding with her more and helping her in school

-Life’s just finally good

-You have occasionally panic attacks and nightmares, but they’re close to none and you usually handle them yourself

-life really was just good

-This goes on for about 3 years before Steve pulls up and sets a deal breaker on the table

-He thinks he has a way to bring everyone back and change things to the way they were before

-You swore you were done but the moment he finished the offer you were at your feet agreeing before you could even process what you were thinking

-Tony being reluctant to letting you go, as you were in a good spot in your life and he didn’t want to see you hurt if this failed, or him have to go through losing you too if this went wrong

-Your protection was one of the main reasons he agreed to helping Steve

-If there was gonna be danger, he had to at least do his part in protecting you

-He owed it to you and Peter

-Seeing everyone (Most of them) back together in the same room working fills you with nostalgia yet some sort of happiness

-During the events of getting the stones back and the battles, Tony refused to let you step foot out of the lab to join

-He even prevented you from being able to watch through the comm room which you had used to do during missions

-It was almost destined that people were going to die, maybe even him, and he didn’t want you to witness that whether it was in person or on screen

-You didn't go down without yelling but you eventually knew there was no use and you were just wasting their time

-You stay back with Happy and Morgan as everyone else leaves to fight

-You play games with Morgan, but it’s actually to distract you more than her

-The wait was painful, as you were praying everything and everyone would be okay

-And then Tony arrived

-Beaten, bruised, and bleeding, but he was back.

-He was alive.

-You and Morgan rushing to him as relief floods through you and you thank the higher powers for bringing your dad back home

-It’s not until you hear an all too familiar voice from behind him that you pull away

-It was Peter

-Peter Parker

-Everything around you falls and flies at the same time as you launch yourself toward the young boy crying

-You engulfing him in a hug that he just knows is gonna leave him with a couple of broken bones

-But he had already been told about the long and hard 5 years

-5 damn years you went without him

-5 years of thinking you failed as a sister and went each day thinking about how you would never get him back

-He couldn’t even imagine what that was like

-So he thanked the universe for having fast healing abilities and returned your hug with an even tighter one

-There’s so much happiness flowing everywhere for a while

-You never stop giving Peter random hugs

-He doesn’t mind, he’s glad you’re showing him this kind of affection since he didn’t get much of it from you before

-Him getting a little jealous at how much you’ve gotten accomplished at Stark Industries but he sees how content you are and how close you got with Tony

-it makes Peter the happiest and proudest brother ever

-May returning to her old self and you three bonding like a family again

-Any remaining nightmares were now comforted by Peter who could cheer you up way faster than Tony ever could (It’s a sibling thing, no offense Mr. Stark)

-You arguing with Peter about him doing Spider-Man stuff because you are not about to lose him again

-But you let him eventually because you know it makes him happy and you can’t take his happiness away when you knew exactly how that felt

-Talking to Tony about being let back into the Comm room when Peter goes on a mission

-You and Tony sitting next to each other in it

-you looking over and finally thanking Tony Stark out loud for all he’s done for you

-But mainly keeping his promise and bringing Peter back to you

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Roommates Pt 3

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Summary of Part 2: Barrage of Deliveries while Richard is away for work, you get called in for extra shows, finally reunited with your Snuggle Buddy again.

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Richard’ hands slid across your back gently curling you back into your former tightly wrapped cocoon, “You didn’t get much sleep when I was gone did you?”

You sighed against his chest, “Not all together, kept getting woken up, more like a few naps a day, you?”

His fingers running through a group of curls at the end of your hair gently, “Same, couldn’t really sleep on the plane ride home or the one to LA but I slept the way back to New York, which just sort of kicks you when you’re down for getting any sleep at all after bits and pieces, but I can’t imagine having to perform on stage after getting barely any sleep.”

“Oh you should have seen me when the kids were born, my brother called me the Dancing Zombie, fell asleep against the door to my dressing room after the final curtain call more than once, ended up having to have one of the younger dancers shadow me so they knew I got changed and back in my Brother’s car after the show.”

His arms tightened around your back again as he let out a long gust of hot air through his nose before kissing your forehead again, “I should let you get more sleep then.”

Your arms curled tighter around his sides, “No, I’m fine, just the relaxing helps, if I sleep anymore I’ll be in a mood when the show starts. I should warn you my sleep is a teeter-totter of chaos, too little I’m miserable, but if get too much everyone else pays, kind of ridiculous.” He starts chuckling, “But that’s just how I ended up being, I can usually force through it though for work or when I’m supposed to be ‘presentable’, but mostly I just mope around, unless there’s food involved then I’m good, usually food evens it all out. My Brother used to say he could tell how much sleep I got and what my mood was by what I ate.”

“I’m mostly the same, I’ve been told I’m a giant 6 year old by my Family countless times, I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out the food part together, I am glad you’re not the kind of woman who shies away from second helpings.”

You let out a giggle, “You have yet to see me with tater tots, I fill a punch bowl then dump chili and cheese on it and just throw back as much of it as I can when I’m exhausted. I really don’t get why people assume dancers don’t eat, I really can’t stop, usually I eat at least 7 times a day, might just be snacks here and there but I need to eat or I just turn into a terrible person.”

He let out a quick chuckle, “I wouldn’t mind 7 meals a day, we can keep each other in line, I’ll try to cook as much as I can for you then.”

“You don’t have to, if anything I suppose we could take turns, I do like cooking, just sometimes.”

“You can’t get out of bed?” Chuckling again.

“Exactly. I’m not crushing you am I?”

His arms curled around your back tighter again as he slid his legs around yours, “Not at all, comfy?”

“You have no idea how comfortable you are as a pillow.”

He chuckled again, “Neither do you. Have you ever been to Paris?”

You drew in a breath and let it out trying to guess where he was going with this question, “Few times, went on a tour with the London Ballet Company.”

His head tilted down to look at you, catching the soft glimmer of a car’ headlights reflecting in your eyes as the light filled the room then exited just as fast as it past your building, “You worked with the London Ballet Company?”

“Mhmm, 2 years before I moved out here, they needed a new lead and I’d just turned 18, I’m here most of the year then I spend 3 months in London for their Christmas season shows. Why Paris?”

“I have an event there…so you’re saying you’ve spent months in England for years?”

“Well I’ve spent years there actually, I was born there, got shipped back and forth between parents, Dad worked out here, Mom was from England, also a Ballet Dancer in the London Company, gradated early, got accepted into the best dance programs after, got hired at 16, I’ve been out here for, 6, years nearly.”

“So you’re out here on a visa?”

“Dual citizenship, me and the Family, though Jo got a promotion and is moving out there permanently soon, within a month or so, how much was the movers you used?”

“Not bad.” His smile grew, “So how is it I never saw you?”

You giggled, “Oh, well I saw you, we shopped at the same store, the one on the corner with that blue, what is it, I wanna say Dinosaur statue thing in the window.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, or at least throw a loaf of bread at me or something?”

You giggled, “Because you mostly weren’t alone, when that blonde wasn’t on your arm you were always getting approached, then there was that one time I saw you in those sweats with that yellow hat with that shirt with, um, who was it, not Aerosmith..”

He chuckled again, “Oh, The Def Leppard shirt, that was a gift from my Brother.”

You giggled again, “You looked furious, cold have sworn I heard you growl when you couldn’t find that bread you wanted.”

“Really, you know I thought the same, could have sworn I didn’t but when I got to the register it was in my basket.”

He glanced down at you as you giggled again, “It’s cuz I snuck up on you and put it there when you went to grab your peanut butter. Thought you had a hard enough day, and I really had a few slices left of my cinnamon raison left at home, so I could come back later.”

His eyes squinted down at you for a moment through the darkness, “That wasn’t the only time that happened.”

“Sort of turned into a bit of a game, wanted to see how many times I could manage it. 27 was the longest.”

He chuckled again rubbing his face, “And how long ago was this?”

“Hmm, I wanna say 3 years ago, right when I was leaving you started showing up with that brunette.”

“Green eyes?”

“Mhmm, with those amazing grey boots, I really wanted to ask her where she got those.”

He chuckled again, “That’s my Sister-In-Law, those boots where a gift, grabbed them for my Brother on a trip in Italy, Versace I think, supposedly for an anniversary gift but she found them early and wore them till they fell apart.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to check their website then to see how much to save up.”

He chuckled again, “I can get them for you if you like.”

“Oh now don’t go spoiling me, it gets very costly especially when shoes are involved, it’s best I get them myself or I get too greedy.”

“We’ll see. Still can’t get over the fact that we could have known each other for years now.” Smiling down at you, “So, Paris, did you want to go? It’s in a few weeks.”

“If you want me to.”

“It’s just for a movie premier, but it’s up to you, normally I just stay there for the night before and the night of then fly back but if you wanted we could turn it into a small holiday, see the city if you wanted, I could buy you some shoes.”

The slightly pleading tone in his voice triggered another set of giggles from you, “I suppose, though I am paying for my own shoes.”

He chuckled, “Not likely, I can be very convincing, and sneaky when I have to be. So how dressed up do I have to be for tonight?”

“Not very, blazer and some clean pants is what I normally see, though they really don’t care unless it’s something offensive or distracting for the dancers.”

“So exactly did you pack in all those boxes?”

Chuckling again, “Nearly everything I had, left the furniture though and the dishes, didn’t know what I’d need or want. I can sift through it if it’s..”

“Don’t worry about it, I just get a bit nosy when it comes to boxes.”

“You can help me unpack later if you’d like, so you can check it all.” Sliding his fingers through your hair to brush it out of your face, smiling as you leaned your head against his fingers with a content hum, drawing his hand back when he reached the ends of that section of hair to slide his fingers back through your hair again while you laid your head back down on his chest with a smile of your own.

“So when do you start your filming?”

“Final table read is tomorrow, we start the filming the next day.”

“If I’m distracting you from work..”

“You’re not, I’ve got it already up in my head, if I don’t relax before then, then I’m useless, you’re helping plenty.”

The sun started rising, your eyes opened to see the light starting to trickle into the room letting out another hum, “Guess we should be getting up soon, sun’s rising.”

“If you want, it’s up to you, I’m good here for as long as you like.”

You drew in a breath raising your arm resting your left hand on his chest, exhaling slowly as your fingers made gentle swirls in the patch of black hair across his pecs, “Are they gonna make you shave for this role?”

His smile grew, “Not that I’m aware of, haven’t gotten that far into the discussion yet, though I might have to shave my beard.”

Without thinking your fingers slid from his chest and brushed through his beard along his jaw, earning a rumbling chuckle as he raised his chin allowing you to continue, “What is it with these people and wanting you hairless.”

He chuckled again as your hand slowly slid back down his chest after combing along the other side of his jaw, “Not sure, though it does grow back extremely fast, so after if you want it back I’ll grow it back, I do enjoy having a beard.”

“It’s your face, and your hair, so it’s up to you.”

“Still.” His other hand now gently stroking your back, “If you like it I’ll grow it back.”

Staying in your warm cocoon for a bit longer before finally you grumbled as your stomach tightened again, “My turn to cook, want anything?”

His arms loosened as you slid off of his chest slowly, sitting at the edge of his side of the bed before standing, “Whatever you’re having will be fine.” Watching as you turned brushing your sweater back down, barely covering the tops of your yellow lace panties and heading for the door as his smile grew, taking a few deep breaths to try and relax himself before he got up and followed you, pulling on his sweater from the night before and joined you in the kitchen.

Eyeing the large stacks of boxes again as he passed through them finding you pulling out the cinnamon raisin bread and cream cheese to spread across it with a package of fresh strawberries, Richard smirked grabbing the fruit and started slicing the green tops off of them filling a bowl before adding a few oranges that he peeled as you finished the large stack of sandwiches before returning the rest of the loaf and cream cheese. He filled two glasses with juice and grabbed the tray leading the way to your new couch, “Let’s test the new couch.” Smiling at you as you giggled up at him, before leading the way, curling your leg under you as you sat while he set the tray down on the table that he scooted closer to the couch, “I like the carpet. Did we pick this?”

Popping a strawberry in your mouth with a small smile as he sat down beside you laying his legs out along the large cushioned footrest, “No, I had it before, it was just rolled up in the spare room from the last couch arrangement, I’m glad it was big enough.”

He grabbed a strawberry of his own after accepting the sandwich you’d offered while you chose a channel, settling on a daytime courtroom drama, chuckling through it as you finished your 2nd breakfast, before cleaning up and he lifted you into his arms to carry you back through a fit of giggles to curl up again on the couch, settling you between his legs so he could curl around you, watching for another few episodes before you pulled out of his arms, “Alright, I gotta know what’s in the boxes.”

He laughed while he stood up, shifting the Tv stand so you could watch still, then led you by the hand to start unpacking, “As you wish.” Breaking the tape on the first box and letting you help him choose spots for everything, pausing on the boxes for a few minutes to adjust where his desk was in his room before unpacking the box from his desk back home as you unpacked his clothes and started hanging them up in his closet, “Any specific order you want these in?”

He glanced at you, standing on your toes hanging his suit jackets on the tallest rack you could reach, eyeing your figure as you did with a smirk, however you want, I usually just like my Jackets together, everything else is up to you.”

When he’d finally reached the bottom of the box for his desk supplies he turned as you let out a squeaking gasp, his eyes scanning for what could have brought on the reaction until he recognized the long box you’d opened letting out a breathy chuckle as he stood hearing you mumble, “You did not bring this!!”

He reached the box grabbing the fur covered vest from his Thorin Costume that was wrapped around his gifted Orcrist, lifting the sword free and sliding the vest over your shoulders smiling at your happy squeak as he curled you into a hug, “And if I did?”

“I am warning you now you may not get this back.”

He chuckled giving you a peck on the cheek, pulling back to pull your hair free from under the heavy vest eyeing you adoringly, “It does look good on you, I may not want it back.” His hand slid to the hilt of Orcrist unsheathing it carefully as he took a few steps back from you before stepping back to let you examine it, “Want to hold it” Your eyes meeting his as he held it level turning the hilt to you with a smile that grew as you timidly slid your hand around the hilt as he moved to be behind you, giving you a few tips on how to hold it properly before taking it back from you to show you a trick that he said took him the longest to learn, one of his swirling slices, “It was the spinning footwork between that threw me off .” Sheathing Orcrist again and glancing around for a place to put it, “Mind if I put It in the Library?”

You shook your head, “Not at all.”

He chuckled again leaving you alone stroking the fur on the vest before carefully sliding out of it and hanging it up in his closet before you made good on your threat to keep it, spotting him return to help you finish the box, showing you the large deep blue shirt with embroidered Dwarf Runes he’d gotten from his Hobbit days as well. Slowly clearing through his clothes and shoes before heading back to the living room to make another dent in the large amount of boxes, soon enough finding homes for nearly everything until you reached a box that triggered another squeak, “You have a top hat?”

Gently lifting it out as he chuckled again, “From North & South.” He glanced around again spotting the tall bare wooden coat rack in the small Library with a smirk and adding it to the large wooden ball on the top, pulling his hands back as he inspected it making sure it didn’t fall over, “I think that is the perfect place for it.”

“Don’t know why but makes me think of Sherlock Holmes style of Library now.”

He chuckled returning to join you again, “It sort of does, massive sword and a top hat, it’s really stating something from that era, now we just need a mother of pearl handled pistol on display or something.”

He caught your smirk, “Got one, well it’s a replica, but it’s on the top shelf by the small globe.”

Glancing back into the room with another smirk, “Wonder how I missed that.”

Your smile grew again as you went back to unpacking, finding his family photos next triggering a wave of stories about them as you placed them on the empty shelves along the wall before heading to help him make his bed with the sheets they were wrapped in. As you reached lunch you’d only had the movie and book boxes left, you both took a quick shower, with you taking the first turn and him taking the second before he started lunch while eyeing you from the kitchen as you did your warm ups through your continued conversations about your families and pausing to eat before heading back to your stretches.

When the time got closer to your show he headed into his room to choose an outfit, coming out with black pants with a blue jacket and a white button down shirt, bright red socks poking out on his feet as he adjusted the laces on his dress shoes, giving you a smirk when he saw you head out of your room in a pale green dress that hugged your torso before hanging loose around your hips down to your knees. His smile grew as you crossed the room and it swayed around you, turning and moving your hair, “Could you..”

A soft chuckle escaped him as he fastened the last button down the center of the back before adjusting the crisscrossed straps laying across your shoulders, he waited until you turned to say, “Simply breathtaking.”

Earning a giggle and a hidden eye roll as you turned to sit on the arm of the couch to pull on your green converse over your sheer thigh highs making his smile grow as he watched you tie them, “You look very Charming yourself Mr Armitage.” Shooting him a wink as you switched your legs hearing him chuckle.

“So, dinner or dessert after?”

“Not sure yet, but don’t worry, I got a pair of heels for after the show, just can’t wear them before.”

“Even if you can’t wear them after you still look incredible.”

You smirked up at him before your face straightened, “Oh if anyone offers you an invitation to a wine tasting after don’t accept, it never ends well, especially if Henri is throwing it. Last time the director nearly got pushed out a third story window, and everything you say and do will be in the papers the next morning.”

He nodded, “Good to know, how did you learn that?”

“First one after I turned 21 got invited, had to dislocate Heri’s shoulder when he wouldn’t back off after downing three bottles, I’m not really a wine person anyway but even I know you’re not supposed to chug it, you do that sip and spit thing. Which really, with a $500 bottle of wine I get the not wanting to waste it but there’s a limit.”

You stood straightening your dress catching his tensed muscles, walking over you rested your hands on his middle looking up at him, your closeness drawing another smile from him, “Don’t worry, it hasn’t happened since and he’s been the definition of a gentleman, even before then, it was just the tree bottles of wine, didn’t even know he was interested in women at all before that.”

Richard’s smile grew, “Alright, just let me know if anything else like that happens again.”

“Not sure if it ever could, they keep telling all the Men about what I did to Henri’s shoulder, he’s really got no muscle to keep it in place so it really was rather easy..” Your eyes meeting his as your sentence broke off noting his larger smile at your rambling.

“I’m listening.” Smirking as you quickly grabbed your bag and headed to the door, turning off the lights, locking it behind you both as you continued your ramble all the way to your car.

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His eyes stayed on you through the drive as you led the conversation, loving the chance to see you get lost so easily in your passionate descriptions of some of your stories from your last tour, his eyes eventually drifting away after catching the massive banner with your image on it, retrieving his phone and snapping a picture of it before turning back to see your smiling at him until the light changed, “You should see the main lobby, there’s an entire hall full of photos from our shows. I can show you after if you want.”

He nodded as his nerves spiked, “Definitely.” Somehow even though he would merely be watching from the audience his pulse rose as his nerves did, eager to see another side of you, seeing you perform wanting to see exactly just how you’d earned your place on the massive banner out front along with the lead, even at last minute as a replacement, how they had sealed the trust in you so completely that you could just jump into the role.

While parking you’d spotted his nervous shifting, “You alright?”

He smiled over at you, “Ya, just excited, haven’t been to see this show yet, and seeing you perform, I’ve only seen Swan Lake out in London with my Mum, sort of a tradition each Christmas. There was this one dancer..” His eyes catching your smile, “You performed that show didn’t you?”

You giggled closing your door walking around the car with your bags, “Most likely, I do it every Christmas.” Curling your arm around his as he let out another chuckle.

“I’ll have to ask My Mum if she still has the copies of the posters from the shows.”

You glanced up at him with another giggle as he opened the door for you both, “Just relax. It’s not that bad of a show, finally have a partner that has yet to drop me.”

He chuckled again as you led him through the back hallways and into the empty dressing rooms, his smile growing as he followed you into yours dropping your back as Mr Tallus arrived with a smile, “You’re early.”

You smirked over at him, “Well I had to make sure Richard got to his seat on time.”

He chuckled shaking Richard’s hand, “George, huge fan.”

“Richard. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Excited to see her perform?”

Richard let out a breathy chuckle, “Apparently I already have, back in London during her Christmas performances.”

“Oh yes, her Swan Lake, she really just vanishes in that part. Well this one you’ll be able to see her clearly, one of the best Juliet’s we’ve had in a while.” He turned to you, “We should let her get ready and I’ll show you to your seat.”

Richard nodded giving you a small wave as he turned to follow the short man as he strode out to lead the way starting another story as he did, leaving you smiling as you started getting ready, his heart still racing as he tried his best to focus on the stories he was being told following his steps to his seat as everyone else was filing in. Reaching the small balcony seat he spotted a few groups of people catching sight of him and attempting to sneak photos of him. “Now don’t worry, the only other people in this section are going to be some of our former principal dancers who are backing our shows, they shouldn’t bother you, they’re used to being ogled at, here.” Passing him the book for the show that night, his smile grew as he spotted your name on it. “One of the new copies with the switched names.”

“Thank you.” Watching as George left, turning back forward relaxing in his seat as he looked over the small book, eyeing the pictures of you in your part with a small smirk before silencing his phone as the other 5 people arrived to take their seats around him, each introducing themselves before asking who he’d come to see, triggering a small wave of shock at him being the first person you’d invited to watch you perform. Chatting back and forth with them enjoying their stories about you in your various roles and tours until the show was about to start, each turning eagerly to watch as the curtain rose.

As the first dancers stepped out to start the show Richard felt his eyes lock on the stage, as his eyes found you taking your starting position his smile grew, trailing each of your movements and emotions flowing freely from you through the silent piece, the steady pounding of his heart matching the beat of the music you danced to. Doing his best not to flinch through your three kisses shared with your partner before slipping back into his smile again at your next lift, eying how fluidly you could go from having your leg straight up behind you en point before switching into another set of spins and another lift where you seemed to melt back against him as he held you in the air. Joining the rest of the crowd as they stood to applaud the whole cast for each of the curtain calls, glancing at each of the former dancers around him as they asked him what he thought about the show, catching your last bow before the curtain dropped again and George had come to grab him again.

Showing him back to a small room just outside them where the reporters, photographers and other former dancers, choreographers and celebrities had gathered to wait for the cast, each trickling out as the groups rotated around him to each get a chance to talk to him until you found your way out to the crowded room, slipping through posing for a few pictures before finding your place at Richard’s side. His eyes scanning over you again with a beaming smile as you nodded your head slightly to the side, his hand sliding around your upper back grabbing your larger bag from you as you led him to a smaller room along the main lobby with all the portraits and photos from the various shows and dancers. “You were incredible tonight.”

You glanced up at him with a smile, “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“How, um, How long have you been partnered with your Romeo?”

You giggled stopping at the first photo, “Few years.” You pointed at the large photo, “Me, Leo, my Romeo, and Raul, his partner, we all started around the same time.”

His eyes scanning over the photo leaning closer with a smirk, “You haven’t changed much.”

You playfully nudged his side with your elbow, “I’ll have you know I’ve grown nearly a foot and 2 cup sizes since then, besides, they wanted me as a blonde when I started, luckily that didn’t last long.”

He chuckled, “I prefer the dark hair on you.” He straightened up as you led him to the next picture, “Your feet don’t hurt?” Noticing the pale green tall heels you had put on.

“No, these are one of my more comfortable pairs.”

“Heard some interesting stories about you up in the balcony. You’ve really made an impression on all of them.”

Your eyes squinted up at him, “Not the one about the raccoon I hope.”

He smirked down at you, “No, but now I have to hear that one, spill.”

You let out a giggle rolling your eyes before showing him the next photo seeing the small crowd headed your way from the other room, “I’ll tell you later, looks like they found us.”

Both turning to the group as they joined you with smiles being pulled into a lengthy round of conversations and group photos before finally managing to slide your fingers between Richards and sneak him out of the building as they started to come up with plans for a follow up dinner, giggling at his smirk while he tightened his grip on your hand. Passing through a crowd of the people from the audience waving at the few who snapped photos of you as you both left, he raised your hand to kiss the back of your hand before releasing it once you finally reached your car, both walking to your doors and climbing in, “So, dinner or dessert?”

“Both.” Catching his smile as you started the car, “Called a friend, got him to keep his back room in restaurant open.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“I helped him meet his Wife, he said I can get a table whenever I want.”

“Sounds good, so, raccoon story?”

He smirked at you triggering another set of giggles, “Fine..”

…

Through the dinner he kept his eyes locked on you with a smile, both enjoying the dinner and the dessert after through your turns at telling stories from you travels, paying the bill and heading back home through the small crowd of photographers waiting for you at both locations, parking and heading inside as he kept his hand fixed on your upper back until you’d gotten into the elevator where you’d leaned against his side while he curled his arm tighter around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Tired?”

You glanced up at him with a tired smile, “Sort of, though we can see if there’s something on if you wanted, unless you have to sleep for work tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “We can watch something.” Walking through the doors as they opened, to your apartment, walking inside after unlocking the door, he locked it behind you watching you with a smile as he headed to his room to take off his jacket and shoes before joining you on the couch after you’d removed your shoes and sliding off your sheer thigh highs adding them to your clothes basket. Walking over to you he sat down beside you dragging the foot rest in front of you curling his arm around your back pulling you to rest against his side pulling your blanket over your legs as you flipped through the ten channels you had settling on That Hamilton Woman, an old black and white film you both loved, his eyes falling to your legs, “Your legs sore?”

“I’m fine.” His arm slid from behind you pulling away from your side turning you sideways and pulling your legs into his lap, smirking as he started rubbing your feet and up your legs. His warm hands gently sliding across the skin on your legs as his eyes darted between your legs and eyes, “What?”

Giggling as his eyes met yours again shaking his head, “Just, how do you get your skin so soft, back in school the dancers I knew felt like they had scales on their feet.”

You giggled again, “Takes a lot of effort, but, they’re part of my livelihood, have to take care of them, and I can’t stand having rough skin.”

He smirked meeting your eyes again, “Mine isn’t too rough is it?”

“Not sure about your feet but the rest of you doesn’t seem very rough.”

“Even my hands? They’ve been kind of rough lately.”

You smiled up at him, “I like your hands, they feel fine.”

“If that changes let me know.”

“If they get that bad I’ll be chasing you with a pumice stone.” Making him let out a loud laugh.

“I will not let it get that bad. Though it would be interesting to see.”

Turning you gently back into his side after he’d finished, curling his arms around you as you finished the movie, while the credits ended he glanced down at you after you’d ignored his question of what you should watch next, smiling as he saw you asleep against his chest, grabbing the remote he shut off the Tv before tossing it away, lifting you against his chest and carrying you to bed. Settling you down under the covers and plugging in our phones before stripping and sliding in beside you after shutting off the lights, laying on his side and smiling as you snuggled against his chest curling your legs around his pulling him letting him curl around you tightly after kissing your forehead.

The sun rose gently lighting the room around you both, Richard turned releasing you to grab his phone seeing a message from his manager saying he’d sent a car to the apartment, he let out a sigh pressing another kiss to your forehead as he slid out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes from his room before using your shower, drying off, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair and beard, adding cologne and deodorant, then redressing, tossing his clothes in your clothes basket before making a small breakfast for himself and writing you a note leaving it under your phone. Giving you another quick kiss and making sure you were fully covered after laying his present he’d brought from England on the bed beside you, having pulled it out of the box of movies he remembered he’d hidden it inside, before heading out to the car waiting downstairs.

All through his table read his mind kept heading back to you, easing through his parts, taking as many notes as he could while trying to get to know a bit about his female co-star he’d have to share a love scene with, fighting his mind’s urge to walk away and head back home to you, every inch of her, each movement, word and action from her so different from you.

Sure she was beautiful and guys would be mad not to want to be with her but one massive flaw kept stabbing into his chest as they grew closer to the day he’d have to film the love scenes, she wasn’t you, only increased by the fact that you still hadn’t kissed.

Each inch of him burning with the urge to just pull you close to him and kiss you until you both were left in a breathless heap on your bed, wanting nothing more than to kiss each and every inch of your soft skin, claim you as his, but he had to wait, be patient, do this properly, he’d already jumped more than a few steps by moving in so soon but after learning he’d had the chance to be with you years ago he could barely hold himself back wishing to just set it all in stone.

The meeting ended with him being asked to lunch with a group of the new cast, accepting a ride from one of them, being crammed in beside his new leading lady, trying his best to keep his distance through the meal while trying to be polite and getting to know more about them all as a group of photographers showed up to snap some pictures of the new cast.

Eventually making his way back through the subway after taking a cab as far as it would go, heading up to the elevator after passing through the group of photographers outside your building, pulling out his phone when it chimed. His social network pages lighting up with pictures of him and his new costar, his pulse racing at the few angles insinuating he’d been on a date with her, rushing back into your apartment in half a panic hoping you hadn’t seen the news.

His eyes landing on you with a large smile as you danced around the kitchen to the music on your laptop as you cooked lunch for yourself in a large blue sweater with small shorts under and matching long socks, quietly closing and relocking the door and slipping out of his shoes before joining you. Gently curling his fingers in yours as you spun earning a giggle from you as he twirled you around and started dancing with you, claiming your other hand as well while you waited on your food to finish cooking, “How did your first day go?”

He smiled down at you, “It went alright, got a lunch after. Did you get my gift?”

“I saw the box, wasn’t sure if you wanted me to open it when you were gone or not.”

“Thought you got nosy with boxes.” Spinning you again

You let out a giggle, “Which is why I’m cooking, so I won’t look in it.”

He let out a laugh, “And the dancing?”

“I like this song, and I had to kill time while I waited for the stir fry to cook.” His eyes darted to the pot as you pulled closer to check on it. “Mmm, looks done.” Taking it off the burner after shutting the burner off, pulling the lid off and serving a helping into a bowl, covering and leaving the pot on a cool burner, shutting off the music as Richard slipped into the bedroom grabbing your present and meeting you on the couch with a smile as held the large box.

You let out a giggle as you settled down beside him setting your bowl and glass of juice on the table in front of the couch turning to face him and accepting the box from him.

“Before you say anything, yes, I had to get it for you.”

You squinted your eyes at him for a moment as he let out a quick chuckle shooting you a large smile as his eyes sparkled at you while your cheeks heated up as your eyes fell to the box untying the ribbon before taking off the lid, “That eye sparkling thing really isn’t helping.”

He chuckled again, “Eye sparkling thing?” Watching as your eyes widened and your lips parted as you let out an excited squeak.

Whispering, “You didn’t.”

His smile grew watching you lift the grey white and black striped fake fur blanket out of the box, “I did, you like it?”

You stood lifting the massive blanket, curling it around you before crashing into his chest as he let out a loud laugh as you hugged him tightly, “I love it, thank you.”

He curled his arms around you tightly still laughing, “I’m glad.” Smiling as you snuggled against his chest, brushing your hair out of your face, “So, this eye sparkling thing?”

You let out a muffled giggle against his chest, “I don’t believe you’ve never heard that before.”

“Not from you.” Chuckling again pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “You should eat. You’ll have to warm up for work again soon enough.”

You reluctantly pulled back after giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “Thank you again,” pulling back and lowering the blanket around your waist grabbing your food and starting to eat as he filled you in on his first day and what his costars are like while he gently rubbed your legs, his smile locked on his face after your kissing his cheek. “So, any dating rumors yet?” Shooting him a smirk and seeing his muscles tensing.

He let out a nervous chuckle as his eyes fell to your legs, “Um, sort of, from our lunch earlier.”

You let out a giggle, “What’s that look for?”

His eyes met yours, “I um..”

You nudged him gently in the stomach with one of your feet forcing a chuckle out of him, “You can talk about it, come on I’m sure an attractive guy like you can’t order coffee without being reported as madly in love with the barista.”

He chuckled again, “It was lunch.” Pulling out his phone to show you the links, “Apparently we’re madly in love already, while others say I’m cheating on you with her.”

You mocked a gasp clasping your hand to your chest making him laugh, “It’s barely been a week, and tired of me already!!”

“Not a chance. After all, she spreads mustard on her sandwiches.”

You giggled, “Oh, major, major red flag right there.” Taking a drink from your juice as he laughed again.

He helped you clean up after you’d finished eating and rejoined you in the living room as you started your warm-ups continuing his story about his day even helping you stretch your legs after you asked, to help loosen your hips. “You’re still free for Paris?” Carefully gripping your lower leg as you straightened it, dropping backwards against your other leg, gently curling your hands around his leg to hold yourself steady as your back popped.

“Yup.” Pulling back up and switching your legs as his smile grew before bending back again, “What should I pack for?”

His hands slowly adjusting lower on your leg with one gripping your hip to help you rotate it feeling the stiffness in it, “Just, whatever your comfortable in, plus a, um, nice dress, I suppose, I was wondering if you’d wanted to got to the premier with me.” Leaning forward to catch your gaze as you straightened up again, noticing his nervous expression while keeping his grip on your leg.

“It’s not a horror flick is it?”

He smirked at you, “No, one of those romantic comedy ones.”

“Sounds like fun.”

He chuckled, “Good.” His eyes dropping back to your leg in his hands quickly releasing it, “Right.” Nervously chuckling as you giggled at his expression before lowering yourself for a split slowly, “Picked any spots to visit yet?”

His eyes darting from your legs to your face as you looked up at him, “Not yet, though thee is this one set of gardens I saw the last time I was there, they have these lights that just..” Sighing as his eyes met yours again, “I’d have to show you.”

You smiled up at him, “I look forward to it.”

He sat down in front of you with a smirk, “If I can’t do the eye sparkling with you, you can’t either.”

Another giggle escaped you, “I doubt my eyes sparkle.”

He smirked leaning closer dropping his voice to a rumbling whisper, “They really do.” Making you nearly melt at the sound of it, doing your best to hold in your nervous squeak.

His pulse racing realizing how close he’d really gotten to your face, his eyes dropping to your lips when his fingers gently slid along your jawline, leaning in closer to you and closing his eyes as your lips gently pressed against his before pulling back.

A breathy chuckle escaped him while he brushed his nose against yours as his hand cupped your cheek before pressing a kiss to your lips then quickly breaking apart as your door shot open and three small children came running in screaming, “Auntie!!” While their Father walked in after them eyeing the new furniture with a smirk before greeting Richard, you got wrapped in a large hug by the children before they pulled back walking in small circles as the youngest looked at you with wide eyes, “Where’d all this come from?” Leaning closer to you whispering, “Did you rob a bank?!”

You giggled as your oldest niece tried to get into the splits beside you, “No, it’s Richard’s stuff, he bought them.”

Your Nephew turned to Richard with a large smile eyeing him curiously, “What happened to your hair? I thought Dwarves didn’t cut their hair!”

Richard chuckled leaning closer, “Well, can you keep a secret?”

The small boy nodded, “I’ve been sent here on a secret mission by Gandalf, so I have to blend in, but he left our clones back in Erebor to tend to things while we’re gone.”

His eyes went wider, dropping to a whisper, “I promise I won’t tell.”

Richard smiled at him, “I knew I could trust you.”

The small boy climbed on the couch behind you grabbing the remote and turning on the Tv as his baby sister joined him saying, “What’s with the sticks on the Tv?”

Your brother chuckled, “That’s how we used to get the shows sent to our Tv sets.” He looked at you, “I guess the satellite people haven’t showed up yet.”

“Nope, Possibly tomorrow.”

He smirked glancing between you two switching to thick Russian, “So I take it we interrupted something?”

Richard raised an eyebrow at you with a small smile while you replied, “Sort of.”

He chuckled joining the kids as the youngest cried out, “There’s only 9 channels.” Triggering a round of laughter from you three adults, your smile grew as the oldest copied you when you stood to stretch your arms and your toes, Richard turned to lean against the couch in front of the two children keeping his eyes on you with a smile and turning as Jo asked him, “So how’s your new movie going?”

Richard smiled up at him, “Did the first table read today, filming starts tomorrow.”

He glanced back seeing you help give tips to your niece about the toe stretches as Jo said, “Speak any other languages?”

Richard glanced back, “Mostly French, bits and pieces of Italian.”

Jo nodded with a smirk, “I’m sure Jaqi could give you a few lessons if you wanted, both of us combined we have most of them covered.”

Richard, “Possibly, I heard you’re moving to England.”

Jo nodded, “Yup, should take possibly a week with the move, hope you don’t mind us borrowing Jaqi.”

Richard held his smile in place even though he didn’t want to let you go anywhere, “Well I still have the number for the movers I used, they got it all here within days if that would help.”

Jo, “Sounds good, the place really does look good, I am glad she’ll have someone to make sure she doesn’t fall asleep in the elevator after work.”

Richard chuckled, “I will keep an eye out for that with her now.”

Jo, “So you’re out here for a year?”

Richard, “Yes, hopefully filming won’t get stretched out too much longer.”

Jo, “Then you’re heading back to England?”

Richard smiled up at him, “My next job will have me in there for a few months after that, I’m not disappearing after if that’s your concern, we’ll get it all sorted before anything concrete happens.”

Jo, “Good to hear, besides, I have a good idea she’s planning on moving back after her contract’s up next year. Wants to be near the kids, I’m sure she’ll be burning up her days off flying back to visit whenever she can.”

Richard, “I’m sure she will, I know I’ll be flying back when I can to visit my Nephew, he’s almost in school now.”

Jo smirked, “I guess we’ll be seeing the both of you then for visits.” He looked at his oldest daughter, “She’ll be missing Jaqi the most I’m guessing, wants to be just like her, she’s really jumped up to fill the spot when my ex took off.”

Richard, “That must have been rough.”

Jo let out a sigh, “It’s what happened after she took off that really hurt, all of us. She mention it yet?”

Richard, “No.”

Jo nodded, “I’ll leave it to her then, when she’s ready to.” Turning to look back at you and your niece as you led her through her posture and bar exercises along the wall. Your lesson pausing as the intercom buzzed loudly and you walked to the door, muttering, “Honestly I’d prefer a rooster crowing or an air horn to that.”

Jo chuckled, “I thought pots banging might be good.”

You giggled glancing back to him, “Or possibly bagpipes.”

Richard, “I vote bagpipes.”

Smiling at you before you turned reaching the box along the wall, hitting the button, “Who is it?”

“_ Satelite Company.”

“Top floor.” Hitting the button to buzz them in and waiting until they knocked at the door.

Their eyes scanning the large apartment landing on Richard as they reached the Tv area, smiling at the children as they started to hook up the satellite, relieved that your last setup was mostly intact, they just needed to add another dish on your small balcony and plug it all up to the Tv before doing the basic setup as the children climbed over their shoulders to pick the channel they used to do the screen tests on before eventually gaining full control of the remote after they each thanked the two men who set it up as you signed the paperwork before they left giving nods to Richard as they left.

You grabbed a small bowl of fruit to snack on curling up beside Richard sharing the fruit with him and the children while the oldest curled up in your lap grabbing some of the fruit you’d brought, snuggling against his arm until you had to get ready for your show, leaving the fruit with the children when you stood to head to your room.

Grabbing your jeans as you pulled out of your shorts and bouncing into the tight denim pants before choosing your shoes, turning to find Richard quietly slipping into the open doorway smiling at you while he crossed the floor, curling you into a quick hug before leaning down to kiss you only to be stopped by a soft gasp coming from the doorway. You both looked to the doorway to find your oldest niece covering her eyes earning a giggle from you as Richard laughed, pulling free from his arms you walked over pulling her up to your hip kissing her cheek, “Come to hug me before my show?”

She lowered her hands nodding her head and glancing between Richard and you then whispering in broken French, “You had kissing him?!”

You held back your giggle whispering back, “Yes.”

“But, wedding?”

Your giggle broke free and you switched to English, “You don’t have to be married to kiss someone, but it is best if you really, really care for them.”

She looked over at him as he leaned against the dresser along the wall smiling over at you both, “He is pretty. You’re keeping him?”

Turning to you again as you smiled at her kissing her on the nose making her giggle, “I’m keeping him, and yes he is very handsome.”

She giggled at you again, “Alright, you two kiss then.” Kissing your nose as you let out a giggle before setting her down watching as she scurried back into the living room, turning back to Richard seeing he’d stood and headed back to you again, meeting back with you sliding his hand around your hip as he leaned down to kiss you cupping you cheek, your lips barely touching as the little girl cried out, “They’re kissing.” Triggering another set of laughs from both of you leaving you resting your head against his bouncing chest as he curled around you before whispering, “I suppose it can wait till after you get back.”

You giggled again glancing up at him wagging your finger at him making his smile grow watching you stand on your toes while he leaned down, gently kissing you again before you pulled away again as more tiny feet were heard coming to check on you, sitting along the edge of the bed to pull on and tie your shoes. Two heads peeked in the room before your nephew ran over to you leaning down grabbing your shoe laces swatting away your hands, holding out his tongue as he fumbled your laces into a four eared rabbit knot, raising his eyebrows at his own final result before attempting it again on your other shoe as the youngest girl climbed on the large bed with the help of Richard saying, “Wow, it’s so big, you even got a new bed!!”

Richard chuckled, “Well she needed one.”

Chuckling as the little girl laid out on the large piles of blankets, “It’s so soft. I want a bed like this when I’m bigger.”

You turned back to her, “You will little Darling, just remember don’t you go growing too fast.”

“I remember, I promised.”

After your shoes were tied you stood lifting your Nephew to kiss his cheek and hugged him before filling your pockets and grabbed your bag giving Richard another hug and a kiss on the cheek before hugging and pecking your brother on the cheek before escorting your family back downstairs to tuck them in to bed leaving Richard to relax stretching out on the couch with a large smile letting out a chuckle as his mind ran back to your first kiss before mentally planning out your first trip to Paris together.

Pt 4

#Richard x Reader #Hobbit #lotr #Richard Armitage x Reader OC

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