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Sailing to Freedom - Ch 19 - The Healing Vacation

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The boys head to the Lake House to heal from everything before election day.

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October 20th, 2020

Despite the fact that the last time that they were at the Lake House, he’d woken up alone and dumped, this time he’s waking up with Henry and in love. This time when Alex wakes up with Henry’s hand running down his bare back and a kiss to his hairline.

He hums. “Time is it?”

“Early, love, don’t worry, we don’t have to move if you do not wish to.”

Alex hums, again. “Beauty of a healing vacation all alone.”

He feels Henry reach down and squeeze his ass. “Hmmm, agreed. Nothing better than lying starkers in bed with the love of your life and no obligations to the world.”

“There’s a part of me that honestly feels like this is a dream.”

“If it’s a dream, then I never want to wake.”

“Me either,” Alex admits, as he positions himself to look at Henry, straddling his left leg and casually rubbing his knee against Henry’s dick. “Especially since I’m getting to dick you down whenever I want – that’s the dream.”

Henry laughs. “You dream small at times, I would think.”

“Weren’t you the one teasing about how you’d been dreaming of me dicking you down for ages?” Alex teases, kissing his neck and moving to suck on Henry’s nipples.

Henry gasps, distracted for a second before he groans. “Everyone has fantasies, dear, and I do believe there was a lot of that in January.”

“Hmm, yeah, there was.” He pulls back to look at Henry, shifting to straddle his hips and sit up. He lets his hands wander over Henry’s chest as he says, “I don’t think I ever really thought we’d end up here, though. All I knew when I kissed you that second time is that I never wanted anything more in my entire life. I spent so long re-imagining that first kiss and then, the second one blew it out of the water. I told you way back when I stormed the castle – hard to believe that was months ago now – that I hadn’t been conscious of wanting forever with you. I think I knew from the first moment you kissed me that it would be my last first kiss ever, but… I just – I’ve always been so good at denial … and I wonder how things would’ve been if Zahra never crashed into my room like a tornado, how things would’ve gone…”

Henry stays silent, smiling up at him. Waiting for him to continue.

“… would I have ever allowed myself to tell my ma before the election? Would I have invited you to the Lake House? Would I have even gone? Would I have told you if I was still in major denial? I could’ve hid my feelings behind the campaign for as long as I was allowed to focus on something else, but the moment that I had nothing to distract me…”

“Things could’ve been different, Alex, but I think we still would’ve ended up here, somehow. I think – I think I deluded myself into thinking that I wouldn’t have eventually tried to break your heart, and definitely deluded myself into thinking I could ghost you, again, I knew deep down that you were – are – a fighter and that you’d never just let me walk away. It’s not in your nature.”

“Even after all this – everything we’ve been through; you’d still choose me?”

“Of course I would, Alex. It’s been difficult lately, but I’m out with the love of my life something I never thought would ever be possible… it’ll take time for things to be … perfectly okay, but I wouldn’t change it, not if all of my dreams have come true. Which they have because I have you.”

“Such a Prince Charming,” Alex grins.

“And he’s all yours.”

“Hell, yeah he is,” Alex agrees, leaning down to kiss him. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to remember that even after we get up for the day.”

Henry grins. “I’d like nothing more than that.”

“Good.”

***

First Son Not on the Campaign Trail despite coming to DC to endorse the President? FDOTUS explains the need for privacy to heal from the traumatic events of recent weeks and assuring the public that FSOTUS does want their mother to win.

***

October 22nd, 2020

Life at the Lake House is everything he’s ever wanted since the chaos ensued on the ship, Henry thinks. He absolutely had begun to catastrophize while on the ship with Alex, but there had been a part of him itching for the peaceful existence of this reprieve in Texas.

Although the Monarchy had tried to get them to go back to London when Alex had refused to go on the campaign trail, Henry’s mum had managed to convince them it was better to wait and allow them to heal so that they’d be in a better state for their commonwealth tour.

He still couldn’t believe that somehow the Monarchy hadn’t been as hurtful to their lives as the White House had been. He’d honestly wanted to believe that the White House would think through the repercussions and decide to do what was best for Alex, which was no lies. Maybe that had been because of Alex’s undeniable optimism about the situation, but he found himself deeply disappointed in the lot of them.

And quite angry.

He knows that he’ll have to forgive them, someday. He had no desire to keep Alex away from his family, and he didn’t want to be the cause of a break there, but it was … difficult, at the moment.

Although the President had issued a formal statement explaining her actions in the form of an apology to her son (and Henry), Henry can’t help the bitter feelings that it’s all for show. She’d been upset when Alex had stated that he would not be going on the campaign trail that she banished him from upon learning that he’d begun dating Henry, had even tried to get June and Nora to convince him to do it before they left the next morning.

It made Henry angry that they even tried, but Alex had dealt with it, telling them that they could return to the campaign, but he wasn’t going to – he had healing to do.

Although he’s still angry with the President, Zahra and the girls, Henry had forgiven Luna when he told Alex about why he’d done what he’d done – protecting the youth from Richards as a predator is far more important and only done as a spy of sorts – and Oscar, when he explained that he had missed the initial situation until June called him about Alex freaking out on her as he had been busy focusing on trying to figure out what Luna thought he was doing. Despite being her ex-husband, they try to stay out of each other’s election campaigns and focus on their own goals. It seemed a bit like an excuse until Alex had reminded him about the phone call at Christmas, which yeah, when things are that bad, it made sense.

It helped that Oscar attempted to contact Alex as soon as he’d seen what happened when June contacted him with various assurances that he would do whatever was in his power to make things right. It’s why he’d taken to arguing with Ellen and trying to figure out what she thought she was doing playing with fire like she had.

It's why he’d offered Alex the chance to escape back to Texas and that he would do whatever Alex needed from him. Right now, that was peace and quiet as they stay at the Lake House, but he’s sure that isn’t for long since Liam and Pez are coming on Saturday.

He’s half-convinced those two are going to show up with a bunch of people and make them party away their anger and pain.

It might not be a bad idea.

“… Baby? You there?”

Henry glances up from his spot at the counter. Alex has been talking while making breakfast and Henry was once again completely missing Alex’s ramblings, which makes him a bad boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry, love. I was …”

“… thinking about how angry you still are with my family? And how hard it’ll be to forgive?”

He’s got a look of understanding and soft smile.

“How’d you know?”

“You have a particular look on your face whenever the thought of situation has come up,” Alex says, a knowing smile. He begins plating their breakfast. “Wanna talk about it?”

Henry clears his throat. “I was just thinking how surprised I am about the situation how it ended up being a problem from the White House before the Monarchy. Although I am sure that they absolutely agreed and intended for the same thing to happen…”

“… they weren’t the ones to suggest it, just went with it.” There’s a thoughtful look on his face. “Do you think that they were hoping that letting that happen would drive a wedge between us?”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” Henry agrees.

“At least it didn’t work,” Alex offers, with a smile moving closer to Henry. Placing a single plate with their breakfast on it in front of him. “Whatever they thought, whatever they wanted, we won.”

“Yes, we did,” Henry agrees as Alex plants himself in Henry’s lap as best as he can considering Henry’s sitting on a stool. It’s more like leaning against Henry’s lap while standing between his legs. “Can I help you, love?”

“I thought your lap looked lonely.”

Henry laughs as he leans forward to kiss him and wraps his arms around Alex’s waist.

“I didn’t know a lap could look lonely.”

Alex laughs. “Only yours.”

They kiss again before Alex shifts to start feeding them alternate bites of the breakfast he made. Normally Henry would be … uncertain about such a display of affection and closeness, but there’s no one here to yell at him about ‘being improper’ and he kind of loves it.

In between bites, Alex asks, “So, are you still game for the tour of Austin?”

Henry hums. “It might be good for us to leave the house lest the masses think we’ve got each other tied up in this house somewhere.”

“Well, depending on the time of day, they wouldn’t be entirely wrong.”

Henry laughs. “True. Still, I’d be delighted to see all of the things you’ve talked about showing me. It’ll be nice to get a tour of a city that isn’t some official tour. Although, I would imagine that we’ll attract attention if we leave the house.”

“We’ll always attract attention,” Alex states. “But the longer we hide out – we’re a) letting them win by scaring us into hiding and b) making it be a bigger deal when they finally do spot us. It’s better to just get used to it now.”

Henry nods. “Definitely true. So, what’s that saying? Bite the bullet? We should bite the bullet now and just do our best to enjoy our time together and ignore everyone else.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

***

First Prince SPOTTED: FSOTUS giving Prince Henry the tour of Austin.

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October 24th, 2020

Alex might be a little too excited about Liam coming to the Lake House today. He never realized just how lonely that he was in the White House or at college until recently. The fact that Liam (and their entire team minus that doofus Gerard – who hated that Alex was captain) had jumped to defend him and he had no one from the last few years want to step in and defend him had really shown him just how isolated he’d been.

Even the fact that he constantly pushed June on saying that Nora was their best friend, and the fact that at his graduation he had no friends to take pictures with or attend his party on the White House lawn should’ve told him that.

Maybe Luna was right about it all. The fact that he spent so much time in the halls of government getting information or attending conferences for his mom affected him. He’ll never get his college experience back, but he hopes that maybe his law school plans would help.

He smiles at the thought of another chance to focus on himself and do some good in the world. He and Henry had spent much of the last week that they weren’t sleeping or fucking, talking about the healing and the future.

Obviously, they knew that November was sold to their responsibilities. December and January wouldn’t be too far off if his mom wins again (and he’s sensing she will, he may or may not have tweeted a few things that would definitely be seen as helping her campaign), but they just could not stand the thought of Richards winning or having to deal with this all again in four years.

Naturally, that had gotten his mom excited, but he reiterated that with barely over a week left before the election that she’s got bigger concerns.

After January though, they were faced with what to do with the rest of their lives. Alex still wanted to make a difference, and didn’t believe that he could handle politics after seeing how dirty it could get, so instead he felt a little lost…

Which is how he ended up talking to Luna about what he could do because even after everything, knowing the truth behind the DNC revelation with Luna, he understood and could forgive him. The trust could easily be repaired.

Hence that was why he’s coming to dinner in a few days with Oscar. He’d be coming to Texas for the final rally before the election because June is honoring his Texas Binder by reaching out to Texas in his honor. He’d asked if Alex would be okay with it, and he was, truthfully.

As long as it means that his ma wins this time and he and Henry could go off and live happily ever after, he’s in full support.

Still, before then, Liam and Pez are coming to visit and it’s nice to have a friend, again. A friend that knows him for him and not his profile.

So, he’s excited.

Sue him.

***

If Henry was nervous meeting Liam in person, it doesn’t last very long. There’s something so relaxing and reassuring about Liam’s immediate acceptance of Henry. Alex had been right, they immediately got along, and Henry had been right that there wasn’t any awkwardness regarding the interest that Liam once had in Alex. Everything felt normal, and the teasing between them natural.

And Liam clearly wants to get to know Henry, too, hence, standing with him as he makes their drinks while Pez and Alex are playing DDR and talking terrible smack to each other.

“It’s nice having him back in Texas,” Liam comments. “The few times I saw him once he moved to D.C., he didn’t seem as at home as he is here.”

Henry hums. “He does seem different here. Though I didn’t know you ever saw him in D.C.”

“Before I decided that it would be better to … ghost him for the sake of moving on, I used to try and visit him at the White House. When his mom first announced her intention to run, it was all he could talk about – how cool it was going to be to have his ma be the first female president and to live somewhere that close to the government, walking the halls of history. So, of course, he’d invite me to visit. Show me around, talk about the day he’d be president, himself. I think that’s why he liked being First Son until now – it gave him a chance to be involved.”

“If anyone could figure out how to be president while dating a prince, it’d be him,” Henry jokes. “Though I know his dreams have changed given everything.”

Liam nods. “If they hadn’t after everything you’ve been through, I’d be surprised. Anyway, the point is that becoming the first son was naturally something he loved, at first, but he was never like this at the White House. At least as far as I can see.”

“That’s par for the course I imagine,” Henry states. “I definitely understand feeling more pressure at the palace than at a place like this – centuries of history bearing down as you walk the halls of history…”

“Is that why you ran out on him?” Liam questions. “Too much pressure?”

Henry hums. “I know that I shouldn’t have left like that, but unlike Alex, I was told fairly explicitly that I couldn’t be gay. It’s only Alex fighting for us that led me to believing that I could potentially come out and fight the crown. I would never have had the courage without Alex, and I promise that I’m not going anywhere ever again. You don’t have to be worried about me.”

Liam shakes his head. “I am not worried about that. Not exactly. I just – wanted to be clear that we both hurt him and if you promise not to hurt him, I won’t either, but I think he’d be happier here in Texas… if you’re thinking about building your own place somewhere.”

Henry doesn’t hide his surprise. Pez had only just mentioned the possibility of passing the youth centers that he’s been trying to build up to the Henry Foundation, which is going to be announced when they do their official ‘tour’. The headquarters for the main center was in New York City, and he’d been thinking of suggesting that he and Alex move there. He’d still have some Princely duties since he’s not giving it up entirely, but he could potentially have a residence in the states with Alex if he had business here.

“And I am not entirely speaking selfishly although it would be nice to see my best friend more often.” He looks at Alex and Pez still talking smack and apparently on another round. “I just think that there’s a reason that he’s happier here.”

Henry smiles. “I agree and that’s certainly something to think about.”

They don’t have the opportunity to discuss further as suddenly, Pez shouts, “HA, I beat your strumpet, Henry! Your turn!”

He burst out laughing as Liam asks, “What the hell is a strumpet?”

“Pez can explain after I beat him.”

“Sure.”

***

October 31st, 2020

“I cannot believe that I let you talk me into this,” Henry says as he survives his Princess Leia costume in the mirror of their room at the Lake House.

Somewhere along the line, Bea had snapped a picture of some street art of him as Princess Leia and Alex as Han Solo in reference to one of their emails in which Alex told him not to fight the fact that he’s the Han to Henry’s Leia. While true, when the topic of a Halloween party at the Lake House had come up, he had not expected that Alex’s idea of a couple’s costume for the party to be Han and Leia until he and Liam had come back from their shopping trip with the costumes in tow.

“We’re literally living out the dream,” Alex teases. “And you look great, so relax.”

“I just – it’s not really something I’ve done before.”

“A couple’s costume with a man, yes, I know, I’m happy to be your first for something.”

Henry gives him a look. “You know that is not what I’m talking about. This is … we never quite celebrated being someone else… given our status.”

Alex grins. “I know, and I know it might be a bit strange for you, but you’ll have fun, I’m certain of it.”

He pulls Henry close and kisses him passionately. So passionately that Henry’s extremely tempted to completely abandon the party to have his way with Alex, but alas, it was not to be…

“Oi, lovebirds,” Pez says, interrupting them.

Their door was open so they shouldn’t be surprised at Pez and Liam interrupting and giggling at them, but as he turns to them with Alex, he finds himself flushing at the laughter.

“Maybe I should go with something else…”

“Oh, no, you don’t, Hazza, you look fantastic – we’re not laughing at your costume.”

“Yeah, we’re laughing because you two look like you’d much rather hide in here than come out to the party that you’re hosting,” Liam teases, his eyes cascading over them both and Henry becomes embarrassing aware that one kiss from Alex and he’s already quite hard and it’s visible. “It was literally your idea to have this party, Alex, and it looks like you’re abandoning us for something you can have later.”

“We’re still celebrating that we can do that and it doesn’t matter who sees,” Alex jokes back. “And I will absolutely have it later – so make sure you knock.”

“Alex!” Henry admonishes, but the others are too busy laughing to pay him any mind.

Liam laughs as he hands Alex a drink. “Well, cheers to that, Alex. We’re all very proud of you for finally figuring it out. You know, just four years too late.”

Pez laughs, too, as he hands Henry a drink, as well. “Seriously, how could have literally touched another dick and not known?”

Alex flushes, but he’s laughing and says, “Hey, dicks were nothing – clearly, I needed a magical kiss like some fairytale princess that finally found his Prince Charming.”

“We made out, too!”

“But it wasn’t a magical kiss from Prince Charming!”

Henry had been taking sip and nearly chokes. “Christ, Alex.”

“What? It works. Even if you’re currently dressed as the Princess.”

Henry rolls his eyes as the doorbell rings.

“Come on, lovebirds, time for the party.”

“Let’s go.”

***

Henry’s enjoying himself. Alex’s friends from high school (all of whom were re-vetted by Liam and Cash and were only invited if they were part of Liam’s defense of Alex squad) were a lot of fun.

They made a point to treat Henry like any other boyfriend or girlfriend at the party, and Alex had to pull him away from more than one – did I tell you this embarrassing story of Alex yet – conversation, which always had the crowd around Henry howling.

To counter, Pez did his best to tell Alex embarrassing stories of Henry, who had to rescue him from Pez’s clutches more than once.

The party has been a freeing experience, and everyone’s been so supportive and understanding of them and their situations with security. It was the best party he’d been to in a while.

And it definitely made him think that maybe building a youth center in Texas would be the right idea.

He could definitely use more people that just treated them like normal people in their lives. It’s genuinely nice. Something he vaguely missed from Eton and Oxford.

It’s exactly what they need.

***

November 1st, 2020

Alex groans when he hears knocking on their bedroom door.

“Go away, Liam! I told we weren’t getting up before noon!”

He had actually given more explicit explanation for what he plans to do when they wake up this morning, but he’s too tired to remind him of that.

“Not Liam,” came the voice of his father. “And it is noon!”

“Fuck!”

The door was locked, and he knows that his dad won’t burst in after everything, so he quickly gets up and pulls on a T-shirt and sweats. He’s sure that he looks like a hot mess, but it’s better him than Henry.

Henry hasn’t moved in the slightest, so he, too, must be quite hungover.

“Uh, hey, dad,” Alex says, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. “You’re early.”

Oscar looks like he’s trying to look stern but is seconds away from bursting out laughing. “And you look like you’ve had the night of your life – do you wanna explain the dozen or so of twenty-somethings crashed all over the living room?”

Alex grimaces. “I forgot to ask if I could have a Halloween party with the team that was working with Liam to defend me.”

“Yeah, looks like you did,” Oscar says, still trying for stern, but there’s a smile on his lips. “How much did you drink?”

“Honestly, those nights with you and Raf don’t even come close.”

Oscar laughs. “Well, then, I’ll suppose you’ll be needed the Diaz Hangover cure?”

Alex smiles. “Definitely, and uh, maybe some food for everyone?”

“You got it.”

***

“So, you weren’t mad?” Alex asks, later. He’s sitting on the porch with his dad, almost everyone had gone home with the exception of Liam, Pez and Henry, who are talking mysteriously with Luna inside.

“You’re an adult, Alex, you can do whatever you want, and nothing was broken, so… of course not,” Oscar offers. “Maybe if it happened when you were underaged, but no, I’m just happy that you’re healing from everything, and I want to support you in whatever way I can.”

“Thanks, dad,” Alex says, softly.

He’s been rather touched by the way his dad’s been paying more attention to him. It was a far cry from not even saying hello when he first arrived at Christmas for over a whole day. He only wishes that everything traumatic that he’s gone through hadn’t sparked this… why wasn’t he important enough before?

But at least it’s something. He hopes it sticks.

“Is there anything that you need help with?” his dad prompts.

Alex laughs. “You know how I always said that I didn’t want to be a lawyer, that I wanted to be in Congress?”

Oscar hums. “I do remember that you’ve always had your own plan. Why do you ask?”

“I took the LSAT in June,” Alex admits. “Got an amazing score –”

“That would never be in doubt,” Oscar assures him. “You’ve always been brilliant. What made you take it?”

“Uh, well, I am not really sure. At the time, I was on the campaign, and I had Henry and I knew … even deep down that Henry and I were forever and that I can’t exactly be in Congress when I am dating a prince of a foreign nation… and I want to make a difference … but that doesn’t have to mean Congress. Especially after everything…”

Oscar nods. “So, you’re thinking about law school?”

Alex nods. “I was talking to Raf earlier about what I could do to make a difference like he does, and you do, and mom… without being in government, and knowing the law and helping people who are unprivileged with a law degree could help.”

“That and your Texas binder.”

Alex gives him a confused look – how had he known about that?

“I saw it on your desk when we talked before you left DC. You got distracted by your ma and Henry was off talking to his sister, so I peeked – I know, I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” Oscar smiles. “I think that’s a great idea, and law school would really help with your big plan. Have you thought about where you’d like to go?”

“You really think it’s a great idea?” Alex can’t help asking before answering about their plans.

“I do, and if anyone can make a difference the way things have here, it’s you. So… thoughts on what university?”

Alex smiles. It’s nice to hear the praise from his dad.

“Well, Henry is planning to take over some of Pez’s youth centers as part of the Henry Foundation, something that won’t be announced until our tour of the commonwealth –”

“Tour?”

“Oh yeah, it’s something that they do when it comes to Official Royal Suitor announcements – they did the same thing when Philip and Martha became ‘official’ and shortly after his mum started dating his dad. It’s something that happens again when we get engaged someday, but it’s their way of showing support even if we have to kind of let them off the hook for not being a thousand percent supportive like with the interview we did for mom.”

“That sounds… terrible, actually. I didn’t think you’d be into performing for the Monarchy,” Oscar admits.

Alex shrugs. “It’s no different than pretending to be Henry’s BFF after Cakegate. Sure, that worked out, obviously, but it didn’t start out that way, and Henry’s actually excited that they’re treating us the same way as a straight couple. It’s not something he ever thought he’d get – well, with a guy.”

“Ah,” Oscar says. “You know, I know everything that has happened sucked, still sucks, but uh, I think it’s going to be very helpful for young kids to be able to look up to you both.”

“We think so, too,” Alex agrees. “It’s why we’re doing it. Because – as much as it sucks – it will allow others that are in the closet the willingness to come out. To know that it is not easy, but if we can survive it, so can they.”

“And that’s why Henry’s taking over the youth centers?”

Alex nods. “And why I was hoping that you’d help me with some law school applications? I – we aren’t really sure where we’d like to be, but the shelters have locations in NYC, LA, and a couple of other cities… and we’re thinking about possibly having one here in Texas… it’s just a discussion right now, but I’d like to have my bases covered.”

“I’d be happy to help.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, kid.”

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 6 months ago

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Petrobras faces mounting pressure to adjust fuel prices

Brazil Faces Significant Price Discrepancies with International Markets Due to U.S. Dollar Surge

Petrobras enters 2025 grappling with a notable pricing disparity between domestic and international markets for gasoline and diesel. This gap, driven by the sharp appreciation of the dollar in late 2024, This gap, driven by the sharp appreciation of the dollar in late 2024, intensifies calls for the state-owned company to adjust its refinery prices, which remained nearly static throughout last year.

According to StoneX consultancy, as of Friday, diesel prices in Brazil were 8.9% below international benchmarks, while gasoline trailed by 12.3%. Estimates from the Brazilian Association of Fuel Importers (ABICOM) paint an even starker picture: a 19% gap for diesel and 13% for gasoline. XP provides intermediate figures, citing 14.9% and 12.5%, respectively.

As reported by Valor last week, Petrobras adjusted gasoline prices just once in 2024, raising them by 7.04% in July. Diesel prices, meanwhile, remained unchanged since a 7.85% reduction in December 2023. This pricing stability followed Petrobras’s decision to replace the import parity price (PPI) formula with a “Brazilianized” model that factors in national parameters, Brent oil prices, and the dollar.

Despite the Brazilian real devaluation, Petrobras avoided price hikes in 2024, partly due to the relative stability of international oil prices.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #economy #petrobras #image description in alt #mod nise da silveira

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yokubounorain · 6 years ago

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Título: I'm Not Your Dad.

Prompt: Lazos familiares.

Fandom: Universo Cinematográfico de Marvel.

Pairing: Anthony Stark/ Peter Parker.

Personajes: Ned Leeds (mencionado), Peter Parker, Tony Stark.

Formato: Oneshot.

Género: Fluff, romance.

Rating: PG-13.

Número de palabras: 1426

Sinopsis: Tony es invitado por Peter a la lectura de una carta escrita por él para su clase de italiano. Sin embargo, cada palabra mencionada por el integrante más joven de los Avengers cala hondo en el corazón de Stark.

Notas: El fic contiene un par de referencias que espero enorgullezcan al Cap y las entiendan xD

Leer: Amor::Yaoi ★ AO3 ★ Blogger ★ Livejournal ★ Wattpad

#starker week 19 #starker week 2019 #starkerweek19 #starkerweek2019 #starker #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #peter x tony

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Soft as Iron Pt 2

Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

Part 1 Read on AO3

Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks

Thanks to @the-mad-starker for being my beautiful, wonderful, most amazing beta and friend.

Peter had been living with Tony for two years when he realized that how he felt for the older man went beyond feelings for a parental figure or mentor. The mob boss had arranged tutors and homeschooling after he had rescued Peter, and it had taken Peter only a few months to finish High School and start college. At 19, he already had his first associates degree and was working towards a Bachelor’s degree in Chemical Engineering and Biochemistry. Life was good, he felt safe, and Tony’s men made sure no one bothered him the few times he decided to go out.

So it had been a shock when Peter had caught sight of Tony changing one day by accident, and instead of just brushing it off like he had before, his face turned beet red and his pants suddenly felt far too tight. Peter had fled after apologizing and had not been able to face Tony for the next week without flushing immediately.

The more he thought about it though, the more he realized it wasn’t just physical attraction either. He had admired the older man for so long but time spent by his side in the lab and just in their daily life had tempered that to a fond exasperation, though there was no denying the man’s genius. After another week of stuttering and avoidance, Peter came to the conclusion that he was head over heels in love with the older man.

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Peter found Tony in his office a few days after his revelation. He had debated how to proceed but honestly, Peter missed being around Tony without feeling unsettled, and the only way to fix that was to clear the air. Even if he was rejected, at least he wouldn’t feel the need to hide, and Tony wasn’t likely to care that he was gay, as the older man had been known to spend time with any and all designations as it took his fancy.

He knocked lightly, waiting for Tony to call before stepping in. Peter made sure to close the door behind him, partly stalling for time and partly wanting to make sure they weren’t disturbed.

“What’s up, Pete?” Tony asked, setting his paperwork aside to give the boy his full attention.

“I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting lately,” Peter started, his hands picking at the hem of his shirt.

“Hey, no apologies necessary,” Tony started but Peter shook his head.

“Please just- just let me say what I need to say or I’m probably going to chicken out again,” Peter said. He felt like he might puke or cry, and it suddenly got harder to breath.

“Easy, Pete,” Tony said, suddenly beside him, guiding them both to the couches. “Deep breaths, in 1, 2, 3, and out.”

Tony’s voice was steady, and Peter latched on to it like he had ever since the man had rescued him. It seemed like he was always saving him and making him safe, one way or another.

“There we go,” Tony said as Peter finally got his breath under control. “Now, I know you said let you talk but let me say something first, ok?”

Peter nodded, eyes glancing hesitantly at Tony.

“No matter what you have to say, it’s going to be ok,” Tony said firmly. “This is your home and I don’t care what the problem is. We’ll figure it out, ok?”

Peter nodded again, leaning into Tony and taking a deep breath.

“So, um, I, ah. Sorry,” Peter stopped and took a deep breath. “Tony, I’m in love with you.”

When the man didn’t say anything right away, Peter started rambling out of panic.

“I know what you’re going to say and I’m totally sure. It started when I saw you with your top off and then I was like, what the heck, because I got hard and that’s never happened and it was mortifying and I couldn’t control it and then I couldn’t stop thinking of you, like not other guys, just you, and I know I’m young and all but mmph-”

Peter’s eyes went wide then slipped closed with a moan as Tony captured his lips, cutting him off. He couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, brain turning off but everything else definitely turning on.

“Tooony.” Peter would have been embarrassed by the whine if he wasn’t so hard from just a kiss.

“Oh pretty boy,” Tony said, gently stroking Peter’s face. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

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Tony had noticed Peter’s odd behavior. How could he not have? But he’d dealt with younger members acting like this before and generally it was best to just let them come to him on their own time. And Peter had, faster than many of the others even.

However, he hadn’t expected this to be the issue The boy’s direct confession followed by his rambling warmed Tony, and the man couldn’t help but claim the lips being offered to him. Maybe, if he were a better man, he would tell the kid no. It was an abuse of their relationship and the boy’s feelings towards him were influenced by Tony’s pivotal role in saving him and keeping him safe.

But Tony wasn’t a good man. He took what he wanted and ruled with an iron fist, and the only one exempt from that was his boy. So he took him, kissing him deeply and pulling Peter into his lap. He quickly opened his pants then pulled Peter’s cock out as well so he could rut against the boy. It was a bit dry at first, but the boy was leaking enough that he got them both wet in no time.

Tony nibbled at Peter’s lip, squeezing them tighter and drawing a guttural moan from the boy.

“Tony, please,” Peter begged.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony murmured, bringing their foreheads together. “Look at you, so beautiful for me.”

Peter sobbed as Tony’s praise pushed him over. Tony held back as long as he could, drinking in the euphoric look on his boy’s face, but soon, he was coming too, emptying himself all over Peter’s cock and groin.

“Look at you,” Tony whispered again, drawing Peter into a gentler kiss this time and pulling him close, uncaring of the mess between them. “Ti amo, Tesoro. I love you.”

“You mean it?” Peter whispered, and Tony’s heart tightened painfully in his chest for a moment.

“Of course I do,” Tony replied fiercely. “I love you more than anything in this world, and I’ll remove anything that hurts you from it. You are my precious treasure, my beautiful boy.”

“So, does that mean I’m your boyfriend?” Peter asked, and Tony grinned at the innocence.

“No, Tesoro,” Tony said, rubbing their noses together. “We’re lovers, and you’re my baby boy.”

“Should I call you daddy then?” Peter asked dryly, and Tony chuckled.

“Only if you want, sweetheart,” he replied. “Tony suits me just fine too.”

There was a pause, and Tony caught the hesitance in Peter’s face.

“What is it, love?” Tony asked.

“Um, I- well I don’t have much experience with this stuff, and I don’t think I’d like pain or anything,” Peter said, his cheeks turning bright red.

“Then we don’t play like that,” Tony said matter of factly. “We can try anything you want to try but if you don’t want it, we won’t do it. Not ever.”

“Won’t you get bored?”

“Tesoro, I love you, not some wet dream version of you. Just you,” Tony said, pausing before adding. “And I just came faster than I have in years just from a hand job, so I really don’t think it’s anything you need to worry about.”

Peter chuckled and snuggled closer, a warm weight in Tony’s arms. They probably should get cleaned up but honestly, it was comfy right there for now.

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throughthelensofthebabypanini · 3 years ago

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Okay so I’ve had this prompt(?)/idea(?)/plot outline(?) stuck in my mind ever since Black Panther gave me Erik “Killmonger” Stevens🥺 to drool over so here it goes:

• Post CW: Peter and Tony have been together for almost 2 years, Peter’s convinced their endgame cuz they’re both so in love. WRONG, Peter discovers that Tony’s been cheating on him with Steve for the past 6 months when Tony moans Steve’s name during sex.

• Tony tries to apologize, excuses start flying out his ass, “Baby you know you’re the only one for me.” Peter, against his better judgement, relents and they try to make it work.

• Not even a week goes by, he walks in on Tony and Steve. Tony tries to appease him but NOPE, Peter packs his bags and leaves.

• On May’s suggestion, Peter goes on sabbatical to Oakland where he decides to volunteer at the Wakandan embassy. There he starts to heal and stuff. Then, he gets the chance to actually go to Wakanda for immersion.

• In Wakanda he meets the newly healed and inducted prince N’Jadaka (Erik). It’s rough at first, Erik is closed off and Peter’s just starting to find himself again but they make it work. They complement each other and they’re beautiful together.

• 4 years later, SI is in need of Vibranium so Pepper and Tony, who’s not looking so great cuz him and Steve are just not okay, travel to Wakanda to negotiate with the Foreign Relations co chair and COO of the Wakandan Vibranium Distribution

• They arrive in a lavish conference room, set up their presentation/proposal, the door opens and a Dora Milajae announces the arrival of “the soon-to-be Prince Consort of Wakanda, the fiancée of Prince N’Jadaka, the Foreign Relations co chair and the COO of the WVD, Dr. Peter Benjamin Parker.”

• “Good morning ladies and gentlemen, shall we start the presentation? I have a meeting with our wedding planner and a cake tasting this afternoon. Who knew planning for a royal wedding was going to be so much work?” Everybody present laughs except for Tony.

• Because there in front of Tony is the man whose heart he broke looking absolutely breathtaking with a dazzling smile on his face and his heart aches remembering how much he fucked this up not just for himself but also for SI.

🤩TADAAA🤩

This actually looks more like an outline as opposed to a prompt but when I started writing the words just wouldn’t stop😅 anyways I’m just sooo glad I got this out of my system as I’ve been playing this story in my head for so long.💕✨

26 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

❤️IL SUO CUORE💙

This is my first ever starker fic and I hope you like it. The fic is not beta read because this was supposed to just be a ficlet that turned into a full length-ish one. For some reason when I opened my Notes app this story just started to write itself so its rushed and not perfect, so please be kind to it🙏🏽 alsooo TW‼️ for attempt at non-con starting from: “memories of his Heart” up to “Back pressed against the wall”. If anyone wants to beta this please feel free to dm me and I’ll post it on ao3 🤩anyways here’s the fic, I hope you like it!🥺✨💕

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It happened. The one thing that Tony tried to warn everyone about. “A suit of armor around the world”, that’s what they needed but no one NO ONE believed him and it cost him the one thing THE ONE THING he couldn’t live without. THE ONE THING he’d burn the whole world for.

Two years. Two blissful, mind numbingly wonderful years became the film reel he’d see every damn time he closed his eyes. Whispers beneath black silk sheets. Smiles reserved only for him surrounded by his creations, Their children. Declarations of “It’s going to be You and Me together Baby, always.” Hazelnut eyes sparkling with intelligence, wit, and love. The Love he lost in a planet lightyears away from home. Gooey caramel eyes that looked at him with so much adoration and warmth. So desperate to feel a smidgen of that warmth again, he plunged right back into old habits.

“Tony, you need to stop this! You’re killing yourself!” Tony looked at her, tumbler creaking under the weight of his hand. The woman he thought he loved years ago. Ha! She couldn’t even accept the biggest part of him. Couldn’t look at the symbol of his determination and perseverance to live. No, He was the only one who truly loved him but He’s gone now, he failed Him. Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. A reminder that He loved him as fiercely as He protected the city that raised Him.

“Why don’t we go away for a little while Tony. Some place quite just the two of us huh? Please for me.” Please for Me. Please for Me. PLEASE FOR ME. Tony, let’s go grab dinner. We’ve been stuck on this equation for 10 hours. Come on, please for Me. Everything imploded. Arms suddenly embraced him. Sinking on his knees and letting the grief wash over his soul, at least what remained of it after Titan. Tony relented, succumbed to the comfort he didn’t love.

Nobody knew of course. To everyone else, Tony Stark didn’t lose anyone of importance to him. They had no fucking idea that the Heart he finally had after decades of iron and pain and false affection turned to crumbled in front of his eyes, Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand.

The house by the lake was what Tony envisioned the first time He said, “You know, I love New York. I’m tied to her but sometimes I just want to put my feet up, lounge on a swing by the porch looking out to a lake with you by my side.” He would’ve loved it here. His Nymph, his little Sunflower Prince. This would’ve been Their paradise, His meadow, the house he built for Him beside the lake He imagined, porch swing included.

She didn’t let him bring anything he could work on. “No distractions, please. You need to rest.” That’s what she insisted on. She could try and take away, his projects, holograms, ban him from his workshop, but she could never take away the old Starkphone with busted up screen from him. “This isn’t a distraction! It’s my Lifeline Pep!” A Lifeline filled with conversations of forever, images of those two years, and His voice. She tried to fight him for it but she backed off eventually, said “okay Tony” and went back to her calls. Her worked distracted her enough from realizing that he had another lifeline strapped to his thigh for safekeeping.

“Tony, come on. I know you want it, need it even.” It became a routine a few weeks after she sequestered him in the middle of nowhere. “No Pep. I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I have my own room for a reason.” A conversation repeated almost everyday now with the same words said, the same responses given. And every time she sulks, flounces around house, clattering pots, pouting, looking at him with glassy ice blue eyes, he apologizes like it’s his fault he doesn’t want to touch her like that. Can’t even stomach anyone touching him like how his Heart used to.

He sleeps, he eats, he tries to survive. She “dotes” on him, tries to get him to open up, then tries to distract him with SI work because “the company still employs thousands of people Tony. We can’t all be stuck in our grief.” With nothing to drown himself with, he relents. Works on improving tech for Stark now that “Tony’s had time to grieve and he’s going back to work Mr. Walker, don’t worry I’ll make sure of it.”

They celebrate the company hitting another milestone 1 year, 7 months, 16 days after Titan, after the snap, after he put Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. Stark giving the world a breakthrough in first response equipment. A biodegradable easy to use adhesive for wounds based on His formula. A formula tucked away in the servers he made for Him. Servers she had no right snooping around in. “This could help a lot of people Tony. Relief operations, rescue missions they’re still happening. SI could aid in those efforts.” He wasn’t convinced, this was His. His creation and no one but Him should decide what to do with it but he’s gone, Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. “Okay” he yields.

“This is great Tony. We’re still on top of almost all major fields. Stark is still the powerhouse we built despite everything that’s happened. And you’re finally coming out of your funk. Here, I know you shouldn’t but since it’s a special occasion you can have a glass or two.” One glass, two, three, four. One bottle, two, three, four. He sat there, throat burning, vision blurring, his whole world spinning, it was nice feeling warm again, even just a little bit. He wants nothing more than to keep floating, drifting like he did in the Benatar. No expectations, no deadlines, no pressure, just him and memories of his Heart.

Then a weight on his lap disturbs his peace. Arms around his neck, hands on his hair, chapped lips on his. “It’s okay Tony. I know what you need. Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything. We’ll be a family, I’ll make us a beautiful family. You and me together, always.” He screams, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Shoves his arms forward and scrambles to the corner of the room. Back pressed against the wall, nanites crawling up from his thigh to his outstretched arms, gauntlets ready to fire. “WHAT THE FUCK TONY! We were finally going to be together again!” This bitch, THIS BITCH! “What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! I TOLD YOU! I told you NO YOU BITCH! NO!”

“TONY! I’m trying to help you! THIS, ALL THIS I can fix it for you. WE can fix this, all you have to do is let me take care of you the way you need it.”

“THE WAY I NEED IT?! And you think what?! Everything’ll be okay after we fuck?! Is that it?!”

“No! We’re going to make love the way we used to. Tony, I love you so much, I just want to help you, let me help you.”

“I don’t know what ideas you’ve convinced yourself with Potts but I don’t love you anymore! Hell, I never knew what love TRULY meant when we were together. Whatever fantasies you’ve conjured up about us is just that, a fantasy because I’ve only ever loved someone once in my whole life. My Heart, who I lost on a godforsaken planet lightyears away from here!”

“Tony you don’t mean that! You’re just confused, we weren’t together when you were up there, I’m still here Tony. We can even be a family now. No more Iron Man or Avengers distracting you. We can finally make a life together, a family. Don’t you want that?”

“My Heart isn’t you Potts. It never was. I don’t even want you to know who He was after what you pulled you selfish bitch! The only family I want is the one I built with Him! Just like how I want to live in this house, the house I built FOR HIM, WITH HIM!”

Seething, he was seething. It was clear, even to Rhodey whenever she let him visit, that he held no affection let alone love for her. He thought she was safe, but he should’ve known. Should’ve realized all those times she insisted she take care of him that way. How could he be so stupid.

“Tony, please you have to understand, I’m doing this for US. I won’t let you ruin the life I made for us here. I won’t let you!”

“What life?! I was trying to survive my grief, these months weren’t us making a life together. I needed a place to grieve the Love I lost and you INSISTED on being there for me but what did you do? You took away my suit, Rhodey has to go through you before he can visit me, you only let me use the workshop because you thought I just needed to suck it up and make SI more money! This isn’t life, this is a prison! And I was soo stupid not to realize the shit you were pulling.”

He had to leave. He had to be safe, so he fired at the wall across him and ran up to take the last thing that was His. Dust in a small alabaster jar clutched safe in his hands, the suit engulfed him and before he could reach him FRIDAY freed him from the prison she made.

“I’m so sorry Baby, don’t worry I’m gonna make sure that We’re going to be safe from now on. FRIDAY set a course for the compound, alert everyone I’m coming back.”

The field was littered with the remains of the team he once considered his family, a family that he was trying to mend because the world needed them. You’re so much more than who you mask yourself with Tony. You’ve always been kind, generous, you gave the world a hope unlike any other. And I AM SO PROUD of you for doing this. Nobody moved when he landed but when the nanites retreated, their eyes saw everything. The grief he tried to survive, the pain that bled through every bone in his body, they could all see it now. Laid bare, hands clutched around the Dust in a small alabaster jar, he wept.

“It’s okay Tones, FRIDAY told us, it’s going to be okay, you’re here now, you’re safe.”

The days passed but the hollowness didn’t, everything was still painful but he was starting to hope now. He didn’t think he’d ever get to the point where he would function without his Heart but he was trying, it’s what He would’ve wanted. I’m not going to pretend that I know how difficult this must be for you Tony but you are doing the right thing. It’s scary, I’d be peeing my pants if I was in your shoes, but you can get through this. I’m gonna be with you every step of the way.

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“They met by pure chance.

Peter was working a very much illegally obtained job as a pizza delivery boy, and Tony had just escaped Obadiah's dreadfully boring client briefings. Peter makes his last delivery to a shitty nightclub- the same shitty nightclub Tony picked to avoid paparazzi.

Tony is not gay. He's really not. He's just drunk and painfully horny. He figured he'd give it a chance because this guy was very hot- and definitely on the young side but that's what bouncers were for, right? To check ID.

He didn't expect to fall in love. He didn't expect to be someone's dirty secret. He didn't expect to be the one begging for a relationship.”

Made my first ever moodboard for this starker fic I’ve been obsessed with for quite a while now which is Dacrylagnia by Extraho🤩

It’s very well done and a big departure from the common dynamic that I’ve seen starker portrayed in fics💖 here’s the link and as always, mind the tags!💕✨

86 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

Post CW Avengers where Alphas Steve and Bucky pull a Clint-with-the-secret-family and bring the entire team to hide out in their upstate NY home but forgetting to inform their former HYDRA Spider/Red Room’s only begotten Son/Herald of Death Omega Peter that they’re bringing guests over.

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“You know, when I told you boys you could bring work home with you sometimes, I meant you could bring paperwork or evidence you need to study, not bring your entire team over because the villain of the week blew up the compound.” An unknown voice rings loud and clear in the hull of the Quinjet startling the already agitated heroes.

After a moment of stunned silence, Tony peeps out, “Um, hello? Hi! Who are you?”

The voice responds cooly, “Ask the Alphas whose knots are in danger of being fodder for the pigs.”

“Heeey babydoll! Um We know this isn’t the best time to do this but we thought the team could spend a few days at ours?” Steve, who apparently knows the owner of the voice, reasons. The Captain fiddles with his hands and throws a sheepish smile towards one of the cameras.

“Don’t you babydoll me Steven Grant. We agreed that the pups and I are off limits to your crew until we’re all ready. This is a clear violation of what we agreed on.” ‘Babydoll’ bites out.

Bucky opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a flailing Tony, “Wait wait wait! Hold on! Babydoll? Pups? What the actual fuck is going on right now?”

Bucky stares at Steve, a whole conversation happens with their eyes. Steve widens his eyes at Bucky and the latters sighs heavily. With a pinch of his nose he says gesturing to the ceiling and then towards the team, “Um so everyone this is Steve’s and I’s mate, Peter. Peter, darlin’, this is the team.”

Peter, who seems to be more exasperated now than displeased responds, “I would like to say it’s a pleasure but considering the circumstances it’s quite unfortunate that this is how our family’s introduced to all of you.” He sighs and calls out to Steve and Bucky, “Steven, James, KAREN’ll take care of the landing protocols. Make sure not to agitate any of the plasma cannons near the fences, I’d prefer it that I’m the one that gets to blast you both for this.”

Both super soldiers let out a relieved breath, “We’ll make it up to you sweetheart. We promise.”

“Oh you better or else you both can get ready sleeping with the horses for at least a month.”

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am KAREN of the Spider’s network. I request everyone to please be seated as we are about to reach the Barnes-Rogers family home. Thank you.

90 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just thinking abt ABO starker with FRIDAY calling Peter “Madame Stark” UGHHHHH

Could be a post CACW fic with Tony “welcoming” the rogues back to the compound and FRIDAY saving him from a confrontation by announcing,“Boss, Madame Stark has arrived and is looking for you.” *insert the rogues’ confusion here*

172 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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arianatwycross · 4 years ago

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Touch prompt

19. High fiving.

Blackevans would be ace but any marauder/jily combo that works for you :) thanks!

Thank you! Hope you enjoy :) also found on AO3 - can be read on its own but is a continuation of 'Just a Touch'

Lily faltered. She had walked down to the common room to sit in front of the fire and read her new book, she was hoping no one was around at this time of night.

But there sat, the one thing she had been avoiding.

Sirius Black was lounging on the sofa, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping, Lily could see his fingers tapping up and down on the armchair.

She took a deep breath and walked over, curling herself on the other side of the sofa. She faced him, knees tucked under her bum.

She had always gotten along with Sirius, something about them both having a terrible home life, they often found each other sitting up late at night and sat in each other's silence comfortably. It was nice to not have to explain why she was angry or upset, like Black understood her need to be sullen and contemplative.

They hadn’t done this in a long time.

“He’s why you’ve been avoiding me” Sirius’ voice broke her out of her thinking. He had opened his eyes but his head was still resting on the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry we didn't tell you” she whispered.

“I just don’t understand why he didn’t tell me.”

Lily pursed her lips. She had always found Sirius easier to talk to when it was just the two of them, he was actually very wise when he wasn’t joking around. She liked how he could smile at the serious moments while also throwing some sage advice her way.

“I told him not to tell anyone” she whispered.

“Remus knew,” he snapped.

He wasn’t lounging back anymore, he had lifted his torso off the sofa and was now resting his forearms on his knees.

“He figured it out, caught us one time” Lily said softly.

“My own boyfriend didn’t tell me” he muttered, “Why couldn’t anyone trust me?”

“We do trust you,” Lily said sternly.

He looked at her, his eyebrows drawn together.

“I asked James to keep it from you until we knew what we both wanted. I don’t think I could handle you being disappointed in me”

“Disappointed?”

“You were always the one to tell me to give James a go, what if I fucked it up? James has me on a pedestal, so do you! What if I tried to date James and it didn’t work? Everyone would blame me! James would never give up on dating me” Lily rambled, her nerves getting the best of her, the truth, her own thoughts spilling out.

Sirius looked at Lily bemused.

“You can’t honestly tell me that you were worried about disappointing me? Sirius Black?” His voice was teasing and Lily narrowed her eyes in response.

“Well I care about what you think, you’re my friend. Aren't you?”

Sirius furrowed his brows.

“Well yeah but James is my best friend and he didn’t tell me that he was dating the love of his life?” he balled his fists.

“It's only been a few weeks, we were still trying to figure things out before telling you properly. I think James wanted to prove that he was serious about me” Lily thought out loud.

“Only a few weeks?” Sirius asked, surprised.

“Yeah” Lily bit her lip, trying to keep the smile appearing on her face as she remembered jumping on James only a few weeks ago. She had been crushing on him for a while but was worried she wouldn’t live up to his expectations but then one day after their rounds, he had said something so sweet and honest, she couldn’t help but kiss him.

“You’ve only been dating for a few weeks?” Sirius' tone was laced with humour and got Lily confused.

“Yeah?”

“And you’re already shagging?” Sirius’ eyes were now sparkling with humour.

Lily bit her lip, stopping the laugh from escaping and encouraging Sirius’ teasing.

“I couldn’t resist?” Lily shrugged, giving him a smirk.

Sirius burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking, his hands squeezing his knees.

Lily couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was the thing with Sirius, once he laughed, everyone was laughing alongside him, it was infectious.

“So you made the first move, not James?” Sirius said between gulps of laughter.

“Yeah, at first he kept trying to stop me from putting my hands down his trousers”

Sirius bellowed another laugh.

“Merlin, Evans” He huffed between small bouts of laughter.

“Will you forgive us? Forgive James, at the very least. He loves you” Lily said softly.

Sirius nodded.

“He loves you more though,” Sirius whispered. He was staring at the roaring fire, his elbows still resting on his knees.

“He really doesn’t'' Lily smiled. They hadn’t said the ‘I love you’s’ yet, and she knew deep down in her heart that James did love her because she loved him too. But the love he had was different, it was deeper, more cemented, he was his brother.

Sirius looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Evans, he’s been pining for you for years. I should have known that something was happening, he hasn't begged me to talk to you about him for weeks”

“He used to beg you to talk to me?”

“Yeah” Sirius huffed another laugh, “I told him I would only say something if you brought him up, I wasn’t going to force the conversation about that specky git” he grinned, his famous Sirius Black cocky smile.

“He’s pretty great though - James. I get why you love him so much” Lily said wistfully.

Sirius leaned back, finally relaxing into the sofa. His grin turned mischievous.

“You love him don’t you”

Lily faltered, again. She wasn’t going to tell Sirius before James.

“It's only been a few weeks,” she whispered, more to herself than Sirius.

Sirius nodded, but gave her a knowing smile.

“So -” Sirius perked up, his eyebrows wagging, Lily narrowed her eyes waiting for his usual mischief to make an appearance after such a look, “-how did he handle himself when he saw your starker's for the first time?”

All Lily could do was laugh. The type of laughter that made her bones tingle and relief rush through her chest. She was hoping Sirius wouldn’t begrudge her for telling James not to tell him straight away. Sirius Black was too good of a friend.

“Black, you should have seen his face. Never seen him turn so white” she said between giggles.

Sirius grinned, chuckling softly.

Lily yawned and picked herself off the sofa. She stopped behind the sofa, just behind where Sirius sat.

“Are you going to forgive him?” Lily asked.

Sirius turned and smiled softly.

“I’ll always forgive him Lils, just do me a favour?”

Lily cocked an eyebrow.

“Don’t tell him, I want him to grovel a bit more. He’s writing my Charms paper as we speak”

Lily grinned cheekily. Before she could reply, James came tumbling down the boy's staircase.

“Lils,” he said, shocked at her presence. His face lit up and made Lily smile instantaneously. He turned his attention to the room, finding his best mate sitting on the couch. Looking between the pair with wide eyes, he coughed awkwardly.

“Hey Padfoot. Um - uh-”

Sirius sighed loudly, and rather dramatically Lily thought.

“It’s alright you know, you don’t have to hide from me anymore - or did you get off on not telling anyone?” Sirius said, his teasing tone had vanished.

Lily narrowed her eyes but before she could say something, Sirius winked at her as James turned his gaze to his girlfriend.

Oh.

“Um, no of course not. Mate you know I wanted to tell you but we were taking it slow” James said with a sigh.

“Mhm, alright.” Sirius said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Look, let me help you with that Defense essay as well. I mean, it's the least I could do. I’m really sorry mate you know that” James rambled, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.

Lily had to really bite down hard to stop her grin.

Sirius pretended to think about James' proposition, tapping his fingers against his chin.

“I mean, it's the least James can do,” Lily added, squeezing her boyfriend's arm. James turned to give her a tight smile, making her heart leap and second-guess this little joke Sirius was playing out. But then James turned to Sirius and Sirius smiled.

“Fine, I guess it's the least you could do. Maybe you could also name your first born after me?”

Lily scoffed.

“No way”

Sirius grinned at her.

“Ok, can I be godfather?”

Lily smiled, watching James nodding furiously.

“Who said we were having any children?” Lily joked, narrowing her eyes at Sirius.

James flipped his attention to his girlfriend, his mouth wide open. He was so nervous, flipping his attention back and forth between Sirius and Lily, Lily couldn’t help but giggle.

“Um-” James said.

“Better get to that essay, Prongs” Sirius nudged his friend up the staircase.

James nodded obediently before giving Lily a kiss on the cheek and running back up the stairs.

“Wait James!” Lily cried out, making James stop.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come visit you later tonight? Maybe we could practice making those babies?” She smiled innocently, trying to keep the laughter that was begging to be spilled as Sirius bellowed loudly behind her.

James tripped up the next step at Lily’s words, his face bright red.

“Fuck” she heard him mutter, “yeah, definitely, uh huh” he mumbled, giving her a sweet smile before running back up the stairs and too his dorm.

“Nice one, Lils” Sirius said, leaning over and holding up his hand for a high five.

Lily smiled before slapping her palm against Sirius, watching Sirius smirk and wink in return.

#blackevans #blackevans brotp #just a touch #my fics #soft sirius #innocent james #fanfic #jily

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sadachmesarthim · 4 years ago

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C-cowboy starker? What if cowboy starker, I mean? I think... cattle driver Tony maybe, and ranch hand Peter,,, always wanted to write about this but I’m shy 🙈

mid-writing edit: i’ve spent half an hour on this and my computer is literally lagging with how fast i’m typing. i really hope this makes sense because holy shit, i love cowboy starker. anon, i need you in my inbox every single fucking time you have an idea about starker. idk if it’s in passing, idk if it’s super fleeting and doesn’t make sense. anon, you are my muse

ohhhhh my god anon i ,, love this idea so much i’ve actually thought about this a bit ngl you don’t even know how much i like western aus

okay so hear me out:

i’m thinking brokeback type shit, right?? but just a tad different like be honest who doesn’t like the whole bbm trope yfm and twink jake gyllenhaal is my baby okay okay okay sorry babe i’m still crossfaded as fuck and i could talk about that movie for days anyway back on topic

- no okay but think of it - tony, he’s recently divorced and morgan, his baby girl, his one and only daughter, she’s 19 now and seeing this absolute gentleman of a roughneck. his house is empty, he isn’t paying child support anymore, he doesn’t have this bitchy redhead on his ass 24/7 about getting a job in the city

- because tony hates the city, hates that his father dragged them away from the mountains and prairies he remembers from his childhood. hates what the city gave him - black eyes and mean names and disappointed parents

- so tony high tailed it the fuck out of dodge the second he turned 18. abandoned school, abandoned his family, took his beat up ford out to montana and disappeared. married this nice girl, virginia pepper, worked construction to support her while she went to school. had a pretty baby girl a year or two later. moved both of his girls out to a ranch he bought with their tiny savings, got a couple’a cows and a horse and made friends with a neighbor with a bull

- but eventually, pep had bigger dreams. they were both young when they got married, didn’t look past the immediate sexual compatibility to see that their futures were well and truly not going to go well together

- so she left the ranch, took morgan with, and made her way to the city. became some big lawyer or doctor or businesswoman or something, tony didn’t know. didn’t really care because the child support invoices still came every single month like clockwork.

- so instead of focusing on his distant daughter and his ex wife that wouldn’t listen to him and his family that just... didn’t understand, he threw himself into the wildlife around him

- became closer with those neighbors that had a bull. eventually came to an agreement and let him free with his girls

- built a very solid herd of highlanders in a handful of years, slowly attracting the attention of more and more owners wanting to trade, to buy, to sell

- and maybe one year, he realizes, he’s in a bit too far over his head with this. he has 100 of these four legged fuckers, he has 50 acres to take care of by himself, he has horses to feed and shoe and groom. he has fields to plant and water and harvest if he wants to feed any of the animals mentioned above

- so he reaches out to his neighbors, puts feelers out and sees if anyone knows a farmhand who’d want to help him out, maybe live on the property full time for a bit. and when he gets a call back his heart breaks a bit, because oh my god he wasn’t prepared for this

- a kid, can’t have been more than morgan’s age, has responded to him, and he’s good with his hands mr. stark, and he knows his way around animals mr. stark, been takin’ care of ‘em for his whole life now mr. stark

- and this kid is ,, he sounds so innocent and sweet there’s no way tony’s gonna say yes before he actually meets him

- so tony gives the kid his address, tells him to come out and give things a once over before he makes his mind up

- so peter does. he comes out, introduces himself, looks around the property with tony. and tonys heart hurts, because this kid, this kid that’s standing right in front of him, is almost skin and bones and looks like he’s about to crumble into dust and blow away in his hands

- he brings peter into the house, brings him coffee, offers him food. even after peter politely declines he brings over some bread to share, maybe a slice of pie?? maybe tony can cook and bake. he has a sweet tooth after all, and he’s been on his own for the better part of two decades.

- and he really gets to know peter. they sit, they talk, until the sun dips down and the open mountain chill takes over them

- and peter tells him that he’s been on his own for a couple of years, that his parents died when he was young and that his aunt and uncle took him in on their ranch. that he grew up around animals, working, helping out

- but when they died the property was repossessed by the bank and peter’d all but ran with ben’s keys and the clothes on his back. he’s been on the road ever since, going from missouri to texas to wyoming to montana, all in search of work, never staying in one place longer than a few months.

- he doesn’t tell tony that he’s secretly so, so tired of life on the road. doesn’t say how elated he was when he heard someone was looking for a fairly long-term live in farm hand. because that’s something he knew, something he was good at.

- he also doesn’t tell tony that his heart skipped several beats in a row the second peter laid eyes on him, and that he really wants to work for the gorgeous man in front of him

- it’s finally dark, his coffee cup is long empty and abandoned and peter’s just spilled nearly every single deep dark secret he’s ever had. tony’s closing the windows, and peter makes for the door. he’s taken up enough of this beautiful kind man’s time, he should leave before he stays even further past his welcome

- but tony’s stopping him, blocking him from the door, lightly grabbing his wrist and turning peter to face him fully

- and he’s asking begging pleading telling peter he should stay, that the spare room upstairs is warm and not going to be used anytime soon. that he still needs a farmhand and, as he sees it, peter’s already here

- secretly, tony can’t stand to see him leave

- he couldn’t handle letting his man this... kid, really, leave. not when tony could provide for him. not when he could feed him until his edges soften and his cheeks round out and his tummy gets squishy. not when he could work him into a sweat outside, watch that paperwhite skin turn a rich tan under the summer sun

- not even when he realizes the sudden care for the orphan in front of him is slowly becoming less familial, less platonic, and more... instinctual. base. greedy.

- because who better to make sure this kid is looked after than tony? tony, who has work-worn hands and time-softened eyes and cooking skills any bachelor would die for

- it’s honestly not even that shocking to him when peter says yes

- not when he takes his hand off the doorknob and immediately turns, immediately breathes out a “yes, yes of course mr. stark, thank you so much mr. stark, i’ll do whatever you need me to, you’re incredible mr. stark”

- and it all immediately goes to tony’s dick head because fuck, that was not the intended reaction but it was absolutely welcome, what the fuck

- so tony takes him upstairs, gets peter settled in the guest bedroom right across from his own

- and when he goes to bed that night he absolutely does not touch himself while thinking about the barely 20something thats maybe 10 feet away. doesn’t think about what peter said earlier, with tony’s hand wrapped around his wrist

- absolutely doesn’t cum with peter’s name on his lips, biting down on his knuckles so peter doesn’t hear

- and peter absolutely doesn’t cum with three fingers in his ass, tears streaming down his face, listening to the creaking mattress springs and heavy breathing from across the hall. of course he doesn’t

- and of course they don’t get along well. of course not. of course they don’t work together like they’re telepathically connected, not even needing to speak to know what the other is thinking. it’s like peter can read his mind, knowing exactly what needs done when

- but it’s not just tony. peter can tell before anyone else when the farrier needs to be called. when one of the girls is pregnant, even before she starts showing. knows when one of the cattle dogs has a hurt paw without even seeing him. can tell when it’s going to rain, so he knows whether or not it’ll be a good day to cut the alfalfa fields

- it’s a little freaky to be honest but tony doesn’t hate it. it’s really useful with everything on the farm, and it’s... it’s nice. having someone that can so effortlessly understand him.

- it’s also like peters... totally unaware of it. like he doesn’t even know he knows things he shouldnt know. which blows tony’s mind even more.

- it kinda turns him on, and he finds himself with his hand around his cock wondering if peter knows he’s getting off thinking about him. like, more than once. maybe even more than once a week. definitely more than once a week.

- and maybe peters kind of catching on, a little. that maybe his feelings toward his employer/landlord/new friend are shared

- it also doesn’t help that he gets uncontrollably aroused every time tony goes to bed. like. every... single... time...

- peter always knew he was.. attentive. but he didn’t know it would manifest as literally feeling tony’s arousal through the fucking walls

- and it doesn’t help that peter’s filling out. he’s getting darker as the months get warmer, he’s getting significantly more meat on his bones now that he’s eating more and working more

- and it really doesn’t help that tony is getting eyefuls of the half naked ranch hand almost 24/7. it’s really not his fault that peter works better without a shirt on

- and maybe it comes to a head one day. maybe they’re picking up alfalfa bales from one of the fields and they stop to take a break and tony just ,, can’t handle sweaty, tan, barely-a-twink-anymore peter.

- and peter can feel it, with his ,, unique senses, that tony’s watching him. like, a lot. like, way more than normal even

- so he decides to play it up a bit. he takes his shirt off, he throws his gloves in the bed of the truck and balls the tee in his hands, wiping his face off with it and sighing deeply

- and he knows tony saw that because he could fucking hear tony’s breathing change and he smirks a little bit, because that’s enough confirmation for him to know for sure

- so he looks up, and he meets tony’s eyes, and they’re wild and feral and tony looks like one of the wolves that tried to take out one of their cows last winter - hungry and ready to devour what was in front of him

- and peter just looks at him, a little incredulous, and finally speaks up: ‘you gonna get over here ‘n kiss me, or what?’ - and tony fucking breaks

- he turns the truck off and slams the door when he gets out, grabbing peter by the neck and fucking dragging him against tony’s clothed body

- “do you know what you’ve been doing this whole time?”

- of course peter does, tony, you fucking moron. he knows and he’s been trying to get you to rip him to shreds, dumbass. you’re just oblivious

- but tony still can’t help but see the tiny young man that walked up on his doorstep those years ago, can’t help but want to protect him and keep him safe and warm and fed

- so of course tony wanted to go slow, and wanted to be gentle with peter

- but pete was having fucking none of that, because oh my god tony i’m not 19 anymore please just fuck me already and been wanting you for way too long and please tony just-- and he grabs tony’s hand and makes him squeeze even harder

- and it’s hot, and it’s messy, and it’s not even really sex, just them rutting and grabbing and jerking each other off up against the door of tony’s truck, belt buckles undone and jeans just barely tugged down

- and tony’s basking in it, watching peter’s eyes screw shut and his pretty plush lips open and the little ‘aah, nngh fuck, tony’s that push their way from his throat

- and he knows, the second they’re done here, they’re abandoning their work for the day and he’s taking peter back to the house and he’s going to show him what this is like for real, what it means to be touched with intention and love and emotion behind it - not just a quick handjob standing in the hay field

- and he does. he worships peter’s body when they get back to the house

- he kisses every single part of him, nips at the tiny bit of excess fat on his stomach and thighs and hips, relishing in the fact that peter is his, his to take care of, his to keep safe and healthy and happy

- and eventually, the guest room opens up again. peter’s stuff slowly moves into tony’s room. he stops getting paid, but that’s okay

- because why would you get paid to work on your own farm?

#starker #anon #asked #answered #.ask #i like this idea anon #please see me for any and all future requests you may have #because holy shit #this was enjoyable #anyway im high as FUCK please excuse if this doesn't make sense #love u nonnie #word count: 2.4k

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starkeristheendgame · 5 years ago

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Hi! Are you still taking prompts? If yes, can you do a Starker one, where Tony is oblivious, and Peter doesn't know what to do, and ask for help to a close friend of Tony and they try to make him jealous by pretending to date and Tony is like of course he is with him he's everything i'm not and having a total breakdown and peter realize that they hurt tony instead and ask for forgivenes and end up together, pleasee? Thank you! If you aren't please just ignore this!

Against my better judgement, my prompts are never closed! Thank you so much for this super sweet/angsty prompt, Nonnie! I realised after finishing this that I never directly included Peter asking for forgiveness, but I hope this feeds you just the same! ❤

TW: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Self-worth issues | Jealousy | Alcohol mention

SFW

Harley Keener is two years Peter’s senior and nicer than Peter could have ever imagined. When Tony had first started to talk about the ‘the first one he pseudo-adopted’ and how Harley had grown into more of a ‘mini me’ than he could’ve imagined, Peter had felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut.

What if Harley was better than him?

What if Tony liked Harley more?

What if, with Harley around, Tony didn’t want Peter around anymore?

He needn’t have worried, though. Harley wasn’t as ‘outwardly’ nerdy as he was, but he was more than happy to gush over the latest Star Wars LEGO offerings, and Tony snarked them both in equal measure. It was surprisingly like having another Ned around, and it took less than a week for Peter to feel stupid for having worried about his place besides the two of them.

Tony even joked that Harley was the ‘prototype’ and Peter was the ‘updated model’, to which Harley had just rolled his eyes, knocked Tony’s spanner off the table like a cat and gone straight back to talking to Peter about ComicCon.

They became fast friends, and Peter supposed that was somewhat why he tended to forget there was a second person in the lab with them here and there, starkly (heh) reminded of it when Harley flopped down next to him on the penthouse couch one evening and said; “so how long have you been in love with Tony?”

He could have cried. The Avengers he was around almost every other day for the past two years brushed off his doting as a hero complex and ‘mentor crush’ and it had taken Harley Keener less than three weeks to call him out on its true nature.

Naturally and mortifyingly it ended up with Peter sniffling against Harley’s shoulder, wailing about how Tony was out of his league, how every single possible thing that could was against them, and how worst of all; Tony wasn’t interested.

“He’s interested,” Harley had shrugged, gingerly plucking a tissue from the box and holding it out to him. He’d been somewhat cryptic about the basis of his statement, but had enthusiastically proposed a manner of ways in which it could be proven. And Peter…

Peter agreed to one.

He didn’t know why. He wasn’t exactly a glutton for punishment and he certainly didn’t get his kicks out of being humiliatingly, crushingly rejected, but...But Harley had said so make jealous. Tony always wants everything, and when he thinks he can’t have something he just tries harder to get it and Peter had inexplicably said yes.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, Peter didn’t quite know which) the only real, viable option was...Harley himself. None of the other Avengers would work; since they were all taken, straight and/or highly unlikely to be receptive to fake-dating a teen half (or more) their age.

Neither Ned or MJ had access to the Tower or could really be around any SHIELD, Stark or Avengers activity, and that left quite literally no-one else but Harley.

“I mean, in a way, its perfect. I’m the grandmaster of the plan anyway, and you don’t have to wordy about hurting my feelings or me falling for you. We can collaborate flawlessly to get you some Grand-Daddy dick,” Harley hummed around the stick candy in his mouth, and Peter wasn’t quite sure what part of that sentence offended him the most.

“Does literally nobody want me?” he pouted, bottom lip pushed out dramatically as he kicked Harley’s leg out of the way and picked up the PS5 controller.

“Hey, chin up, munchkin. You’re prettier than half the girls I know. I’m just not wired that way.”

“You’re straight?”

“I’m not anything. It’s like asexuality and aromantic, but both,” Harley pulled a face, clearly trying to remember the term, then shrugged. “Ah, I can never remember it. Anyway, point is, I’m not interested in anyone. You’re a little cherub, for sure, but you’re cute like a cat, not suck-my-dick cute.”

And, well. Cute like a cat? He considered that a high compliment.

Thus, Operation Get That Grand-Daddy Dick (Peter did not name it) was underway. They both agreed to keep it natural and subtle, since Tony walking in on them half-naked or all over each other was just likely to spook him off. They’d edge into it; hint that they were spending more time together, act a little cosier, maybe get caught holding hands after a week or two.

In truth, it wasn’t all that different to how they had been before, except that Harley made his smiles even softer, a little more secretive and let his gaze linger when he was sure Tony would notice. They sat and stood closer together than before, and here and there Harley would press a lingering hand to his back or arm.

They made sure when one or both left they secreted away just out of sight and took a little too long, standing close together by the elevator and making sure to hug ‘longingly’ (whatever that meant in context) should Tony happen to peek.

And yet for all his smarts, Tony didn’t seem to particularly notice anything amiss until the first time that he spotted them ‘romantically hugging’. Harley was actually a very good hugger, and they stood in front of the elevator together, with Peter facing it and Harley facing the lab. Harley had his chin over Peter’s shoulder and his hands low and tight on his waist, holding him close.

“Spotted,” Harley whispered quietly, and moments later Tony spoke up.

“Well that looks cosy.”

Tony’s voice was carefully level, no betrayal of emotion as Peter shyly disentangled himself from Harley, taking a step away as though caught doing something he shouldn’t. He didn’t have to fake the heat in his cheeks when he glanced up at where Tony stood, arms folded, and he fumbled with the strap of his backpack, glancing across at Harley before he gave Tony a meek smile.

“Um, I’ll-- I’ll see you Friday, Mr. Stark!” he chirped, shuffling around Harley and into the elevator. Tony was still staring at him as the doors began to close, and Harley turned, casting him a wink and a finger-waggling wave. Peter waved back sheepishly and the moment the doors were shut, he whipped out his phone.

[To: Thing 1] Did he look mad? It looked like he looked mad. Omg. U gotta tell me anything he says :// [19:31]

Harley did in fact text him back two hours later, though there wasn’t much to report. Tony had made a few flippant remarks that could either be parental interest or slight jealousy, and had dropped the subject after a short while in order to focus on his latest project.

Peter slumped. There was snails who had a faster moving love life than he did. With a groan, he stuffed the last of his anxiety snacks in his mouth and flopped back against his pillow to discuss the next step with Harley.

Social media was their next plan of attack. Tony followed Peter on Instagram and Twitter, and had his Snapchat even if the older man rarely used the platform, so they were going to up the pressure by hanging out outside of the lab (which they did anyway) and posting it to social media.

It was too soon to cancel plans with Tony to hang out with Harley (and frankly, Peter didn’t want to anyway) so they simply both made themselves unavailable on certain other days, or hung out together without mentioning it to Tony beforehand.

They got ice cream at the park, went to the art museum downtown, visited several different cultural/ethnic based stores and went to the arcade to kick ass at air hockey over the course of a few weeks, all while keeping up the poorly secretive touching and closeness at the lab.

And he’d still have more luck getting blood from a stone.

Tony seemed...Either completely oblivious, or just completely unphased. Whilst Peter caught him watching them here and there with an unreadable expression, Tony never directly asked them or overtly commented on what was happening. There was the odd, “enjoy the park yesterday, kid?” or “saw your post the other day, you should try this place next,” but never anything along the lines of what Peter hoped for.

Even Harley was starting to doubt his original statement that Tony was definitely interested.

Especially when Tony was the one who started cancelling plans, telling them both to ‘go enjoy themselves’ and ‘live the lives of young people’. He didn’t do it all the time, but here and there they’d both receive a text telling them not to come today. The lingering looks got longer and more weighted, but even so, Tony made no move in either aspect.

“I think I’m just gonna have to give it up,” Peter admitted to Harley one night over the phone, hanging upside down in his bedroom with the phone dangling on a web besides him.

“Maybe he’s just not ready for anything right now?” Harley suggested on the other end, between the frantic sounds of tapping buttons.

“Maybe-- Oh, hang on. I’ve got an inbound from JARVIS. It might be Avengers stuff,” Peter hummed, quickly twisting to tap on the screen to accept the incoming call from JARVIS.

“Hey, J. What’s up?” He greeted the AI, blinking at the call screen.

“Apologies for the disturbance, Mr. Parker, but protocol deems that when Mr. Stark is in distress I establish contact with someone on his emergency list in order to inform them.” The AI’s voice was as smooth and unhurried as ever, but Peter frowned at the screen.

“Distress?”

“Yes, Mr. Parker. Sir’s heart-rate is elevated and he is displaying significant symptoms of sadness, including light drinking, darkened lighting and angered viewing of your social media.”

“Angered viewing of my social media?” Peter echoed, fear ratcheting up as he dropped from the ceiling and moved to tug on a pair of shoes. Fuck, had he let something sip? Was there something in the background of his photos? Had someone figured out who he was? He was hopping towards the door on one foot when JARVIS spoke again, and he had to hop back to pull his phone down from the web.

“Why is he sad over that? Did I do something wrong?”

JARVIS was silent for a short while, as though the AI was debating on how best to respond.

“I... Believe Sir may be feeling lonely. Or unworthy of company. There have been a multitude of such instances over the past several years,” JARVIS replied after a pause, as Peter locked the web shooters around his wrist and tugged the Spiderman mask over his head to avoid any cameras, crawling out of his window and leaping out into the brisk air.

It didn’t take long to swing to the Tower, especially not when panic and concern had him pushing it, testing his muscles and leaving him slightly out of breath by the time he slipped onto the top landing console.

JARVIS directed him through to the penthouse and up the set of 12 steps that lead to the ‘upper level’ of it, to an open doorway that revealed Tony Stark sprawled out on his bed, staring blankly at his phone with a neglected, half-open bottle of whiskey loose in one arm, like a newborn babe.

“Mr. Stark?” he asked softly, and Tony’s gaze flit up to him, clearing immediately. His mentor cursed and jerked upright, almost sloshing the whole bottle over his bedding.

“Shit! Kid! Wh’r you doin’ here?” Tony’s voice was just hinting on slurred, the same easiness and lack of concentration that came when you’d had a shot too many. Or five. Peter’s heart cinched as he stared at Tony gingerly putting the bottle on the bedside table, at the redness of his eyes and the messiness of his hair where he’d been running a hand through it, over and over.

“JARVIS called me. He said you were sad,” Peter managed after a moment, hands wringing the mask between his fingers nervously. He’d never seen Tony like this, this...uncomposed. He looked haggard, tired and sad, and it made Peter feel empty and adrift, unsure of how to approach this new version of the man he loved.

“Fucking snitch,” the older man grumbled half-heartedly, and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Shit. Don’t-- Ignore me, kid. Adults my age are entitled to a night like this once in a while. Go back home, I’m fine. Fuck, you didn’t leave Harley for this, did you?”

“Harley?” Peter parroted, brows furrowing as Tony waved a hand.

“Go on, kid. Get. Make the most of being young and pretty with someone young and pretty.” Tony reached for the bottle again and Peter found himself striding across the room, placing himself in the way of Tony’s outstretched hand and the whiskey. Tony’s fingertips brushed his stomach and recoiled like he’d been burnt by the contact.

“Mr. Stark, do you think I don’t want to hang out with you anymore?” he asked after a moment, voice fragile. God, he’d hoped to maybe make Tony a little jealous, but nothing like this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt him. And he clearly had. There was nothing but rawness in Tony’s eyes when the older man looked up at him.

“I’m not taking it personally,” his mentor attempted to joke, but it came out bitter and too flat to land lightly. Peter’s heart cinched in his chest and he shuffled to sit on the edge of the large bed, teeth on his lower lip as Tony turned away from his gaze.

“Mr. Stark, I’ve never...I’ve never not wanted to hang out with you. Even if I have other friends, too,” he pointed out tentatively, and Tony scoffed lightly.

“You’re too good for a world like this, shortstack. For someone like me. You should be trailing after someone like Captain Uptight,” Tony muttered lowly, and Peter scowled.

“You’re not less better than he is. Both of you are good people. Both of you make mistakes. Both of you save the world.”

Tony’s brows pinched, and he breathed out something that just barely sounded like then why aren’t I good enough?

Making an executive decision, Peter toed off his sneakers and crawled further up onto the bed, picking up Tony’s arm and settling down against his side, curling up under his arm and wrapping his own around Tony’s waist.

He could feel Tony’s heart thumping wildly in his chest, could feel his breath hitch and the hesitant way that Tony let his arm settle over Peter, fingers curling in his hoodie.

“You are,” he offered simply, squeezing gently. “This is my fault. I was acting like a dumb kid, and I thought... I should’ve known that it was just gonna end badly.”

“Is being my mini-me really that bad?” Tony choked out, and Peter pushed himself upright, alarmed.

“What? No! Mr. Stark, being around you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t ever ever regret being around you! I just... I have to…” He trailed off for a moment, frustrated, then prayed to Harley for forgiveness and sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m not actually dating Harley. At all. He doesn’t like people that way. Any people. We’re not boyfriends and I don’t want to stop spending time with you to spend time with him. I like spending time with you and you’re still my hero. Tony Stark or Iron Man,” he stated firmly.

Tony looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

“You should be with Harley, kid. Or someone like him. Not someone like me. Not someone with my history. I’m a shit person, kid. All this Iron Man stuff hasn’t even wiped half my scoreboard clean. Someone like Harley... He’s the better parts of me. Like you. He’s worth your love”.

Tony seemed almost startled at saying that word, twitching a little before he attempted to turn away from Peter again, gaze finding the far end of the room like he wished he was anywhere but here.

Peter fidgeted, then sucked in a deep breath. “Please don’t hate me after this,” he fumbled out quickly, then rolled half on top of the older man, hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he leaned forwards.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy and couldn’t have lasted for than two seconds before Tony pulled away, eyes wide and voice rough.

“Kid, what-- You can’t--”

“If you say you’re not interested, I’ll respect that,” Peter interrupted. “Or if you say I’m too young or whatever. But if you say anything along the lines you of not being enough, or not being worthy, or-- or-- Or whatever it is you feel you aren’t... You’re wrong. The reason me and Harley were acting like that is because I was trying to make you jealous.”

“What-”

“And I know its dumb! I don’t it was childish and I never thought it would hurt you like this. But I’ve lo-- I’ve really liked you. For years. And I know you’re a lot older and we might never be able to be...To be...Normal. I guess. But I want whatever I can get with you, because you’re worth it,” Peter barrelled on, desperate to at least be heard before Tony kicked him out. Except when he trailed off Tony was just... Staring at him.

“It’s just... Hero worship. You still think I’m some magical superhero and you--”

“No offence, Mr. Stark, but you don’t know what I think. Not when it comes to you, clearly,” Peter cut in, cheeks heating at being so brash. Prior to this he wouldn’t have ever dreamed about being so direct and forceful against Tony.

Well. Not in any PG-rated sense, anyway.

“Just... We don’t have to talk about it now, okay?” eh offered, sliding off Tony just a little so he was back up against his side, wriggling around until he could grab the faux fur throw on the bottom of the bed, pulling it up over both of them. Tony remained quiet at his side, just watching as he got them both settled.

“Just... I’m gonna stay, alright? Right here. With you. Because this is where I want to be, and its where I’m gonna stay until... Until you tell me to leave.” His lower lip threatened to wobble with mounting emotion as he lay his head on Tony’s chest, feeling the thick ridges of his scars beneath his shirt.

A moment later, Tony’s hand settled lightly over his head, fingers sliding tentatively into his hair.

“And if I never tell you to leave? If I’m selfish and never want to let you go?” the other man whispered.

“Then I guess that makes us both selfish, because that would make me happy,” Peter mumbled into his chest, wrapping his arm tighter around Tony’s waist. The room went silent for a while, save for their breathing and Tony’s heart thumping beneath his ear.

“Okay,” Tony rasped after a moment, and Peter smiled.

“Okay, Hazel Grace.”

“...What?”

“Nevermind. You’re too old for that reference.”

“You’re a little shit.”

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antoine-roquentin · 5 years ago

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The latest Associated Press analysis of available state and local data shows that nearly one-third of those who have died are African American, with black people representing about 14% of the population in the areas covered in the analysis.

Roughly half the states, representing less than a fifth of the nation’s COVID-19 deaths, have yet to release demographic data on fatalities. In states that have, about a quarter of the death records are missing racial details....

In some areas, Native American communities also have been hit hard. In New Mexico, Native Americans account for nearly 37% of the state’s 1,484 cases and about 11% of the state’s population. Of the 112 deaths where race is known in Arizona, 30 were Native Americans.

After Democratic lawmakers introduced legislation this week to try to compel federal health officials to post daily data breaking down cases and deaths by race, ethnicity and other demographics, the CDC released only caseload data that — similar to the AP’s analysis of deaths —show 30% of 111,633 infected patients whose race is known were black. African American patients in the 45-to-64 and 65-to-74 age groups represented an even larger share of the national caseload.

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peterbae · 5 years ago

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Into it — Starker

W: age difference, incest kink — Peter and Tony aren’t actually related, but they like to pretend they do, exhibitionism kink

Author’s note: Okay, so I saw this @starkerxstarker ‘s prompt and decided to write something just for myself. I decided to publish it tho, so I hope you’ll enjoy it!

(English isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes) ...

Well, the blame wasn’t his to begin with, no matter what Tony says now.

It started pretty normal with Tony’s “Yes, show Daddy how much you love his cock.”, when Peter was going down on him, and then it turned into something more.

After discovering that they both shared this one specific kink, they made the very best of it. It turned them on more than anything else before — age difference, the obvious power play and an adrenaline rush they got from thinking they could get caught. And get caught they did…

The only peaceful morning Avengers could have (since Thor was absent due to him visiting Lady Jane), as Clint referred to it every time he told this story, the heroes were eating their breakfast. Pop tarts weren’t flying in the air so they deemed it a success. Steve made some French toasts and their happy chatter could be heard from the elevator. Unfortunately, if someone was engaged in other business, the presence of Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Hawkeye and the Falcon could be missed. Especially when a ride from ones bedroom to communal kitchen took so long and you were graced with company of your younger, persuasive boyfriend.

The two appeared in the hall, abandoning elevator’s wall for the hall’s one. It was just Parker’s luck, as Tony later explained, that their current location gave the group perfect view of what was happening. Mind you, they were about to stop them, but before they could, Tony’s mouth found its way to younger man’s neck and as he threw his head back, he moaned: “Oh, Daddy”.

The silence that followed was broken by gagging sounds made both by Clint and Sam. Natasha just raised her perfect eyebrow and Steve… Well, he blushed and asked them to take a seat.

What the Avengers did not know was that he liked it. One look at Tony made Peter’s knees weak and he could hardly focus on his breakfast. But he survived awkward boner and later on had very successful time in older man’s lab. Genius noticed — of course he did. He always did. And if Peter cum on the spot after hearing Stark’s dirty talk and mentions of glass walls that exposed them to anyone who would dare to visit Tony’s dungeon, as they liked to call it, nobody needed to know.

But then it turned into something else. After accepting the whole daddy kink thing they had going on, they went on a little trip. Somehow they ended up in some small town in Virginia. It wasn’t as bad as Tony made it to be and Peter really liked town’s aesthetic. It was also very funny to see his daddy stumble when the fifth person he tried to charm didn’t recognise him. Peter hid his mouth in his fist and tried to stay calm, when the oblivious waitress took their order.

“And anything else for your son?” She asked, and Peter immediately froze. He looked up only to see genius’s unreadable expression. “No, that will be all, thank you.” He told young woman.

When he caught genius’s eye, he didn’t know if he was upset. Tony gave the waitress his press smile and then focused on his own food. Spider-man couldn’t quite figure him out so he did the same.

You see, the thing is, Peter didn’t know if his boyfriend was upset, but he did know that waitress’s words excited him. Only couple of minutes later he caught Tony’s gaze on his red cheeks, which made him blush even more.

Peter coughed, trying to act like he was fine, but the dark eyes that were currently on his mouth didn’t make it easier. “Eat your pancakes, Pete. Dad’s got a thing he has to take care of later.” He murmured and Peter knew he was in for a hell of a ride.

The pension they were staying in wasn’t too far, so about half an hour later, they found themselves in their room. Peter’s back was on the wall, his hands held above his hand in a tight grip.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Tony asked, getting younger man to shiver under his gaze. “The thought of them seeing us as father and son.” Older man continued. “You like being seen as this pure, innocent boy, huh, Pete?” He asked and all Peter could do in response was nod. He whined, high pitched voice going straight to genius’s cock. “Now, now, Pete, use your words.” The older man hummed, scratching the back of spider-man’s neck. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” He teased.

Peter blinked, his eyes slowly focusing on a figure in front of him. His eyes a little bit darker than usual, his mind practically blank because of their little making out session. It took him a minute, but Anthony was nothing if not a patient man (he really wasn’t, but for his dearest, he could wait). He waited this long and Peter knew he could wait longer. He wasn’t going to give in, no matter how desperate his boyfriend was.

“Ah, I—I do.” Younger moaned eventually. “You… Your age..” He groaned but somehow he knew that Tony knew what he meant. He wasn’t wrong, because brunette soon took a pity on him and his fingers found its way to Peter’s hole.

The thing is, it didn’t end with that. They continued, at first a little hesitant (Peter) and amused (Tony), not leaving their bedroom as they often did before discovering this new kink. It’s been almost three weeks after their little trip to Virginia, when Peter, face flushed with embarrassment, threw something at Tony. It was an ad, apparently targeted at fathers and their teenage sons. Older male only sent him a quick glance, raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. The next thing he knew, KAREN informed him about the new appointment on his calendar and boy, was he excited.

The festival or whatever the thing was, wasn’t what Peter suspected it would be. He thought about something more or less related to countryside carnivals. At least, that’s what the flier said. As it turned out, it was more of a private celebration for the richest. Of course, man like Tony Stark was greeted with open arms, and as Peter later realised, that’s precisely why he agreed to come in the first place. They were safe from a public eye here. He knew he should’ve felt relief, but the well hidden disappointment was still there. That’s when it became clear to him — he wanted the world to see, to know that Tony Stark was his and to think about the filthy things they could be caught on doing only turned him even more on.

He survived — somehow — politely answering all the questions, smiling at businessmen, eating his ice cream and following Tony’s path all day. He even called him dad once or twice, only to see Iron Man’s facade falter. The man was too stoic for his liking, his press smile on, his eyes hidden under the expensive glasses. It’s safe to say that these couple of times were the only things that Peter actually enjoyed.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really as fun as he imagined it would be. Whole event reminded im about the galas they attended regularly, all pretty clothes and boring speeches. It just wasn’t what Peter was looking for.

That’s why the next day, when he found himself pushed to the glass wall of Tony’s office, he didn’t hide his face. Older man asked him if being caught turned him on and he decided it was now or never. He threw his head back, laying it on older’s arm and looked at him with hooded eyes. “So much.” He whispered, only to moan shamelessly when man’s hand massaged him through his pants. Peter wanted more and he hoped that the heavy gaze of his lover meant he understood his tricky signs. If not, he could start considering openly talking about this thing, but god, he didn’t want to. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call shy, but the bedroom stuff still wasn’t something he enjoyed to talk about. After all, he always liked the hands on experience better.

The fact that he was dating genius came in handy. Tony always noticed everything about his surroundings. He was able to tell what was wrong with any household object after short inspection and more often than not was also able to tell what Peter tried to tell him indirectly. That was the case this time too.

Sunday evening they found themselves in some expensive restaurant that older man swore Pepper recommended. They sat in the darkest corner of the place and after couple minutes they decided what they wanted.

Tony greeted waiter with an easy smile, noticing his awestruck gaze. At this moment Peter knew that they were leaving huge tip. Genius always did, but especially when someone so obviously excited to see him, still acted professional and did their best to make them feel comfortable — ordinary, as he heard brunette once say with that longing look.

“The same for my son.” Tony said, not even bothering to hide his wide grin.

Peter decided that two could play a game and soon, he added: “Dad, I’m 19, I can order for myself.” He scolded the man, sending the waiter small smile.

Poor worker, unaware of their little game, just nodded along and left. The next thing he knew, Tony stood up, relocating himself so he sat beside Peter.

“So you’re all grown up now, huh?” Billionaire asked, tracing younger’s spine with his left hand. “We both know you’re just as helpless as the baby, Pete…” He whispered, his breath tasing the skin of teenager’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, when older found his way to front of his pants. He unbuttoned them regardless of younger’s almost silent protests. The rest of the guests couldn’t possibly see what was going on, but he could bet on the fact that his face was a give away anyway. He was hard, so he couldn’t exactly lie to the man next to him. Beside, it wasn’t like he was enjoying it.

The humiliation became even more apparent when the confused waiter came back. The two were still hidden, but figuring out what they were doing wasn’t really a rocket science. It was a miracle that they weren’t being thrown out on the spot. Peter suspected it had something to do with the fact that they were Avengers and the man currently stroking his dick could probably buy and destroy the whole restaurant without losing any serious money.

“Ah, Peter, darling, let daddy help you with that.” Tony teased and teen could only feel sorry for the, now absolutely red, waiter. He noted to tell his boyfriend to be exceptionally generous with tips today. After all, this, whatever it was, probably wasn’t in the poor guy’s job description. And they did let him think that they were related at first. Peter just hoped they didn’t scare him for the rest of his life with their little incest thing.

“Tony, we’re gonna get caught.” He choked, placing his hand on the genius’s forearm. He didn’t push or tried to maneuver older’s hand out of his well fitted jeans. He just unconsciously held it — probably to gain some balance. Not that he was in any shape to think about that now, when Tony started moving his hand. “Would that really be so bad, though?” Superhero asked, caressing younger’s thigh with his free hand. “Wouldn’t you like them all to know that you belong to me?” He whispered, almost completely covering him from curious eyes. After being teased and held so closely he could very well smell what was undoubtedly Tony’s expensive cologne and the scent that was entirely just him, all Peter could do was whine. He gave in, just like that, allowing himself to finally enjoy this fantasy of his.

Soon, they found themselves sitting in a sports car, Peter with sticky briefs and Tony with a smug smile. If the hard on in genius’s suit pants was anything to go by, this was another thing the superheroes were not going to give up quickly. And if they scandalised more waiters, they always made sure to make it up to them with generous tips.

#starker #starkercest #peter x tony

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