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Hello!!

I read your last Irondad/Ironmom fic and enjoyed it greatly!!! Peter deserves all the hugs!

At the end I noticed you mentioned you take requests! I was wondering if you’d consider writing a drabble for an Irondad royalty AU. Maybe Peter is King Tony’s apprentice and King Tony eventually chooses Peter as his heir. I’ve really been craving a royalty AU lately!

Thank you!

- AleX 🪐

IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG Not something i would've come up on my own typically, thank you for the wonderful ideas. I'm glad you enjoyed my last ironmom/irondad fic; hope you enjoy this too!

I wasnt sure what kind of royalty you wanted nor if you wanted a traditional medieval kind or sci-fi vibes, so i was vague about it. It got way out of hand so I decided to post what i have and break it up.

Askbox is open for writing/doodle reqs for all! _____

That Time(TM) Emperor Tony decided on an apprentice and told no one.

Literally, not even said apprentice.

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(Part 1) (Part 2 TBA)

Pepper’s lips thinned as Tony stumbled into their bedroom, disheveled and growing further tired every day; and every time her eyes downturned and she’d silently disapprove. Not today, Pepper had had enough, “Tony, you can’t keep running everything by yourself,”

“Whadd’ya mean? ‘ve got you,” Tony slurred, sighing in relief as he crashed onto their bed.

Pepper shook her head, “I run the political and economic side, mostly. The ‘boring stuff’, so to speak. You do everything else, you’re heavily invested in the empire’s technological advancement and the people,”

“Whadd’ya suggest, ‘lmighty one?” He grumbled back.

Pepper tapped on the pillow before running her fingers through his hair, “Hire more people to take over some of your posts, maybe even an apprentice or two,”

With shut eyes, Tony hummed, “’s fine, got i’ under control,”

Pepper just sighed with a shut mouth despondently, she’ll postpone this till tomorrow.

___

“This is a list of candidates and the list of roles,” Pepper cheerfully greeted Tony the next morning; handing him a pad with names and roles written on it.

“Morning to you too, amore mio,” Tony huffed out, before realization struck him in a pang of pain, “Candidates? Roles? For what?”

“Oh? You do recall our conversation last night, right?” Pepper responded rhetorically, knowing he didn’t.

Tony threw away the lists to the side in disdain, “No,”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Tony,” Pepper firmly stated, catching the pad “You need the help. More accurately; pass over some of your unnecessary roles,”

“I turned this bloody kingdom into a golden empire on my own; I sure as hell don’t need the help,” Tony snapped back, shoulders slightly raised as his lip corners tugged downward.

“Oh?” Pepper responded, grabbing his hand gently and leading them to the full-body mirror in their room, “Tony, look at yourself then look me in the eye and tell me you’re not tired,”

Tony decided to humor her and let his eyes roam over himself, blinking in slight confusion. He hadn’t recognized himself immediately. His much longer hair was slightly matted, dry, out of place and frizzy. Skin a few shades paler than usual; green and yellow undertones visible.

His shoulders were slumped yet tense, eyes lidded in exhaustion and overall posture coiled up. Tony took in a few shuddering breaths.

“Please,” Pepper whispered with a voice thick of sorrow.

More shuddering breaths, “O...kay...”

___ It started out as a small kingdom ruled by revolutionary Howard stark and later on, Maria stark became queen.

Now, the empire had many territories, overseen by governors and ministers. Overall, it was run by Emperor Tony stark and Empress Virginia Potts.

Empress Virginia mostly was on the political side of matters, keeping an eye on the economy and trades of the empire. She’s a brilliant strategist and could figure out your entire personality, past and future with a mere few minutes of casual talk.

Emperor Stark’s expertise was focused on the technological advancements of the empire and everything else.

Always moving from land to land, He micromanaged the territories and preferred to make most of the decisions overall affecting the empire and his people.

This lead to some conflict in power between him and the local governors.

The empire had never been more prosperous though, and the people loved their monarchs. Despite it being common due to his constant travelling and traversing the streets, Harley, Peter and Riri were all excited to meet Emperor Stark all the same.

It had been rigorous to get here; weeks of continuous hard work and outdoing the other to even get glanced at by the judges. Absent-mindedly, Peter stroked the flying squirrel he befriended.

---

“Why not?” Aunt May furrowed her brows as she glanced back at Peter.

Shrugging, Peter continued to stuff his mouth with his lunch, “’on’ ‘ink o’ll ma’e i’ mas’ p’elimina’ie’,”

Aunt May pointed at her cheeks, signaling him to swallow before speaking. Peter gulped then repeated himself, “Don’t think I’ll make it past preliminaries,”

“Just try,” Aunt May softly said, resting her hands on his shoulders, “I think you’re brilliant and worthy of becoming an Emperor’s apprentice, why don’t you believe in yourself too?”

---

Peter lightly shook his head, recalling each celebration Aunt May threw for every round he got past. He doesn’t think he’s actually processed that he’s here in the actual freaking Stark Palace.

Harley and Riri made small talk as they waited in the gazebo; for what? They weren’t sure.

But...

This was it. They would begin official training. Harley and Riri...they were both worthy of being here. He still didn’t feel like he did. He knew he’s smarter than most, but not enough to take on such a prestigious role.

So, to avoid awkwardness, he let them be. Instead feeding the snacks they were given to the flying squirrel eyeing them. Peter could see that it wanted to steal some, so he had held out his hand out with snacks as an offering, ‘Should I name you Karen or Watson?’

Peter paused, ‘Are you even a girl?’

“They’re probably gon’ send us a minister or somethin’ to train us,” Harley grumbled, “I doubt the actual Emperor would train us,”

“Well, I think that’s incorrect,” Riri huffed back, “Why not have called it a Minister Apprenticeship instead of Emperor’s on the posters?”

“Well, I mean-,” Peter began whilst twisting his hands, “Maybe you’re both right? Maybe at the start we’ll be trained by Ministers and who-knows-who, then we’ll meet the Emperor once we’re done with our training?”

Peter made a small noise of surprise as the squirrel squirmed its way under his jacket. ‘Is it cold?-‘

“I’m hurt; does the new generation not want to meet me that much?” An almost-mocking voice chimed in.

All three of them turned wide-eyed as Emperor Stark stood by the gazebo’s door. Then, he began to walk- ‘shoot, he’s walking towards them, and- of course he’s walking towards them! Why else would he be here?- I’ve already calculated 35 different ways to jump out with minimal bone breakage-‘

Riri jumped up as she snapped her jaw shut, curtsying as she greeted evenly, “Your Majesty,”

Peter scrambled to stand up and do the same, mumbling a, “Your Majesty,” too, shifting as the squirrel slightly moved yet remained hidden.

Harley was last, curtsying begrudgingly, “Your Royal Highness; you’re late,”

Emperor Stark snorted at that, “Can see why Pepper liked you,” He then waved his hand casually, motioning them to stop, “None of that now, the day’s barely begun and I heard it a dozen times over already,”

Emperor Stark took a seat and- ‘Everything he does is so cool!’, they all followed. Harley narrowed his eyes though, “That’s my seat, move, would’ya?”

Peter and blinked rapidly; Riri sharply turning towards Harley, “Will you have some respect? If not for yourself or peers, then to your Emperor you- !”

The Emperor just held up a hand in her direction to silence her, “Why should I?”

‘Harley’s just going to sit elsewhere now, yeah? No one would talk back to the freaking Emperor, right?’ Peter thought, overly optimistic. Not even two minutes in and its gone awry.

Harley groaned at that, counting with his fingers as he began to list, “’Cause, that’s my seat, I was here before ya. You were late and that’s rude,” ‘Nope, clearly not.’

“-Ya need us more than we need you; everyone knows you’re gon’ eventually stretch yourself too thin. And,” Harley sharply smiled as he paused for dramatic effect, “I have something you don’t,” Emperor Stark smirked as he leaned forward, both keeping eye contact. Riri was seething in her seat as Peter continued to shift; trying to subtly nudge the squirrel out, ‘Come on, maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson!’

“What could you possibly have that I don’t?” Emperor Stark tilted his head curiously. The squirrel ran up Peter’s side, Riri shot Peter a glare as he stifled his giggling and reaching for the squirrel, ‘Maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson is a mouthful, I’m dubbing you Maybe-Karen/Watson’

Tch-ching! “A potato gun,” Harley aimed his potato gun at the Emperor with a grin.

“I could have you jailed for that,” Emperor Stark sniffed, “Threatening your Emperor like that,”

“Would’ya?” Harley bit back, “’Over-looming Totalitarianism? Emperor Stark jails teen over a joke!’” He continued with a dramatic voice.

Raising his hands in a surrendering motion, Emperor Stark got up and moved to another seat; Harley keeping his finger on the trigger all the while.

Peter snorted as he could no longer contain it, Maybe-Karen/Watson was squirming up his right side! His ticklish side! Fed up, Riri harshly elbowed Peter’s right side.

Shrieking, the Maybe-Karen/Watson finally got out of Peter’s clothes.

‘Oh no,’ Peter internally wept as he watched Maybe-Karen/Watson soared onto the Potato gun.

Harley jolted in surprise as he tightened his grip on the gun, accidentally pressing on the trigger.

Maybe it was just Peter, but to him everything was in slow motion. Perhaps it’s even worse then since he got shot anyways.

Harley’s eyes widened as Emperor Stark was first to go down.

Riri tried to jump away and was taken down by three potatoes to the stomach.

Peter leaped towards Maybe-Karen/Watson, as if capturing it would salvage his dignity and how he most definitely will be eliminated.

He tripped on his own feet anyways and got a potato to the leg.

Harley dropped his gun like- ‘Hah, like a hot potato,’ Peter thought incredulously as everyone remained in their position.

‘A moment of peace on the battlefield for the fallen, please,’

Maybe-Karen/Watson stuffing its cheeks full of the potatoes shook Peter out of his stupor. Uncoordinatedly, Maybe-Karen/Watson staggered to where Peter was laying on the floor and snuggled into his neck. ‘Now they all know we’re Partner’s in crime,’

Could the ground open up and swallow him whole? He stresses whole. Peter would be pissed if it left his head. His head could still be judged. Actually, death would very much be welcome right now.

Ever the comedian he is, Peter choked out, “Triple-shot combo,”

“Is it yours?” Emperor Stark asked hazily.

Nope, Peter’s not equipped for this. Please kill him now.

For once, the universe heard his pleas. Black enveloped him and he greeted it with a ‘Hello, sweet death.’

---

Actually, no. The universe didn’t hear his pleas.

Peter woke up.

Tragic, yes. But that means that it was all just a nightmare! ‘...Right?’

“Welcome back to the land of living, squirrel boy,” Emperor Stark had a bruise on his face but smirked anyways, “Glad you’re not dead. It’s too much paperwork and I would’ve joined you soon at the hands of Pepper,”

‘Nope, worse; Reality.’

_____

Next up; Peter and Tony bond over a classic training montage, Peter still feeling displaced, going into public shenanigans and running away shenanigans! Fun times all around in the next part (:

I actually don't know much of Riri, if you do please share your wisdom. Should the squirrel be named Karen or Watson?

#Peter Parker #Tony Stark #Pepper Potts #Harley Keener #Riri WIlliams #irondad #irondad and spiderson #Royalty AU #request #my very bad writing #english is my second language #this is kinda #crack fic #Watson's a ref to MJ LOL #got this posted #90 more drafts left LOL #i apologize to the tennessee-ians #for harley’s accent i tried

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