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sapphireginger · 9 months

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Title: Set Free by Curiosity & Bravery

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

Character Death (Off-Screen)

Attempted Murder

Stabbing

Poison

Summary:

As their king, it was Noah’s responsibility to see to the people's health, their well-being, their safety, their happiness and their love. Stiles vowed to save them all and take up the mantle Noah had tossed aside, the mantle he was no longer worthy of. In fact, it was the mantle he had never been worthy of. Noah had married into the Gajos Royal Family and without Stiles, without Claudia or any of her blood, the man had no claim to the throne.

The truth was immensely satisfying, and Stiles knew he’d be returning to his home. After all, he was the rightful ruler now sealed in blood that none could break. Not even his stepmother the witch bitch would stand a chance. Especially not after he had added extra layers of security to the blood binding oath once he became aware of who and what his stepmother was.

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: It’s The Only Way

Stiles had always been curious, always devouring knowledge, burying his nose in a book and was always eager to learn anything and everything he could. He hoarded information and was the most observant person—the most observant merman—in the kingdom. Some had said he was the most observant and intelligent merman of the seven seas, and of the five oceans.

He was hiding one day, not interested in the slightest about the wedding. His circlet was locked up and he was lucky he himself wasn’t as well. His stepmother’s words kept echoing in his mind.

'You cannot escape. It's time for you to accept that your mother is dead. It's time you accept that your sister and your brother are dead. It's time for you to grow up, do your duty and marry for the good of the kingdom. You might as well, considering the fact that your mate is dead. You will either fall in line or you’ll end up wishing you’d never been born.'

Stiles hated his new stepmother and stepsister and his instincts screamed at him that this was all wrong. As far as Stiles was concerned, he had a mother, a brother and a baby sister. It didn’t matter that no one else seemed to believe him. What mattered was that he believed it. He hated the words and looks of pity and sympathy people gave him. They kept saying his family was dead, but Stiles knew that wasn’t true. It was the same as him knowing it wasn’t true that his mate had died. No. None of that was true.

When people continued trying to get him to admit that they were dead, especially his mate, Stiles tried to tell them why it wasn’t true. If his mate had died then some of Stiles’s scales would have turned black, but they hadn’t. Therefore, his mate was still alive. No matter how much evidence he gave, they pitied him. There were a few mermaids and even mermen who wanted his affection or attention. Stiles held no desire for anyone but his mate.

There was no point in trying to convince anyone of the truth he knew down to his soul. So, he gave up after that. There were other things he needed to deal with, especially when he realized he was in even more danger. His father, stepmother and stepsister had started poking around and sending guards to bring him to the throne room now that he had come into his abilities. Stiles evaded the guards every time.

Stiles didn’t call Noah father anymore. He supposed the only thing going for him was that he was the crown prince and would soon rule after his coronation on the eve of his 21st birthday.

He heard his stepmother crooning into Noah’s ear and seductively drawing him in. Stiles realized one night after overhearing a conversation between the servants, that his stepmother had convinced Noah of yet another lie. He now believed that Claudia must have cheated on him, now questioned her fidelity. His new wife played her part well and insisted it had to be true, otherwise the royal bloodline would not have been spoiled and resulted in an abomination like Stiles. Stiles knew it was a lie, but his father would not listen. It had been like talking to a wall for the past two years. So, here Stiles was, overlooking the kingdom with a pang of longing around his chest, pulled taught making him struggle to breathe. "Where are you?" he whispered.

Suddenly, Stiles felt icy shivers wrack his body and urged his little companion, a blue baby sea turtle, to hide and for once she didn't argue. As soon as Nova was out of sight, Stiles spun around, coming face to face with his stepsister, Marguerite, who was wearing a sinister smirk.

“Good evening, your highness!” she purred but though it may have looked sweet to anyone else, Stiles saw the hatred behind her eyes, the disgust she never concealed. Since the moment Stiles met Marguerite, he had seen right through her. In fact, had there not been a servant swimming by, he doubts she would have addressed him formally.

“What do you want?” he demanded, knowing she hated him just as much as he hated her.

She leaned forward and grabbed his hair tugging hard in order to bring him closer so she could whisper in his ear. “Your daddy belongs to us now. There is simply no place for you now and it was so…easy!” With a smirk and a hiss, she plunged a dagger into his stomach. The manipulation of Stiles’s stepmother and Noah’s now wife, allowed for Stiles’s stepsister to stab him in an attempt to rid them of the abomination.

Stiles watched his stepsister’s eyes gleaming as she swam away, leaving Stiles to clutch his stomach and wince in pain. “Poison!” Stiles gasped. His vision began to blur but in a rare moment of clarity, he forced himself to focus his thoughts. If Noah truly had been compromised, then Stiles was in danger. Stiles knew he had to leave, and he had to leave now.

With his body growing weaker by the second, he swam to his best friend Isaac’s grotto and gasped out his name. “I-Izzy?!?!”

Isaac came darting out and quickly assessed the wound. “You’re lucky, Stiles. This could’ve killed you if not for…” he trailed off, but Stiles knew what he was referring to. It had been hard to ignore the bond with Ivy as she called to him in concern. He hated hearing her call for him, but Isaac would look after her.

Stiles nodded and croaked out a reply. “I know. Listen, I have to leave, and I need you to look after Ivy.”

“I'll always watch out for her just as I always watch out for you." Isaac's brain then caught up to the rest of Stiles's words. "Wait! Leave?! You—Are you sure you have to?!” Isaac asked in a small voice.

With a heavy heart, Stiles nodded and pulled his friend into a hug. “I’m sorry. It’s the only way, Izzy. I’ll be back.”

“Promise?” Isaac’s embrace was fiercely protective. Stiles took comfort in that. After all, Isaac was the most loyal merman, the most protective merman, in the seven seas and of the five oceans.

“I promise but there are a few things you need to know before I leave.” There was no one Stiles trusted more than Isaac. So, he revealed everything to his best friend, taking him into his confidence, informing him of his departure and what all that would entail.

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Stiles wasn’t surprised when, after slipping into the darkness, he learned that Noah didn’t care. If anything, the man seemed relieved. Stiles however was not hurt by the man’s indifference, not really. He sought refuge with the only person he felt safe enough to let his guard down around and that was his mate’s sister, Talia Hale.

He recovered slower as his bond with Noah began to strain and weaken. Perhaps that had been what his stepmother and stepsister were hoping for, but Talia cultivated a bond with him. The night his bond that he’d had with Noah since his birth snapped, there was hardly any pain and instead, Stiles felt Talia’s bond with him burning bright and unbreakable.

He got regular updates from Isaac, and correspondence through his familiar, a Beluga Whale named Eivhir, though he called her Ivy. Yes. The moment that Stiles had learned he was a mer-spark was the moment Noah became Noah and not father.

Stiles’s powers were what called to him, urging him towards a deep cavern much farther down into the depths of the ocean. He couldn’t see a thing in the pure blackness as the sun could no longer reach this deep, but he trusted his power.

Slowly, Stiles dove down into the darkness, his lithe body slinking through smaller crevices as he went deeper and deeper and deeper. He then resurfaced so far under coming face to face with thousands of glowing sea stars, almost mimicking the natural sky and its constellations.

He marveled at the stillness, the serenity and almost peaceful atmosphere around him but then felt a powerful tug towards his left.

Unafraid, he followed it and was presented with four small sea slugs. When his gaze alighted on them, Stiles knew deep in his soul, the knowledge settling in his bones, that he was looking at his mother, his younger brother, his baby sister and his mate.

It didn’t take long to realize that his stepmother was an evil witch who knew she couldn’t take on Stiles alone and therefore began unraveling those around him until they got to Noah.

Stiles teared up and a shaky hand hovered over the four sea slugs. “Fy nheulu. Rydych chi wedi cael eich colli. Fy nghalonnau. Dewch yn ôl ataf.” (My family. You have been missed. My hearts. Come back to me.)

Slowly they rippled and shimmered. Then the light faded, and he could see Claudia. “Mwynglawdd Mam.” (Mother Mine.) She hadn't seemed to age a day. Her lavender scales set with a silver and gold gradient still brought tears to his eyes. Stiles embraced her, not realizing how desperately he had needed his mother.

When he pulled back, she cupped his jaw with one hand, tears in her own eyes and pressed their foreheads together. "Roeddwn i'n gwybod y byddech chi'n dod i ni, fy seren fach i." (I knew you would come for us, my little starfish.)

Stiles chuckled wetly, nodding his head. He slowly turned to where the second sea slug had been but now his eyes settled on his brother who was two years his junior, Tristanen. “Brawd Mwyn!” (Brother Mine!) The two boys embraced each other, their grips tighter than even the hug between mother and son had been.

Over his brother's shoulder, Stiles then caught sight of his baby sister, who was only ten and therefore eleven years his junior, Anemone. “Siarc Bach!” (Little Shark!)

Anemone was shaking from how hard she was sobbing, the water crackling with Stiles's magic as he began to soothe her. Her hair never lost its shine nor it's curls. She looked just like their mother. In fact, hardly any of them looked like Noah except for Tristanen, who had their father's eyes and hair, though his was darker than Noah's.

"Fy nghalon?" (My Heart?) said a voice behind him. Stiles's breath hitched and he let out a mournful but joyful song as he turned to the final mer. Last but not least was Peter, last but not least his cymar. (his mate.)

“Fy enaid!” (My Soul!) he whispered, choking up. “Oh, Peter.”

The two came together in a kiss so tender, so soft, so passionate all at once that everyone within the cavern felt their love, felt their fated love.

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Stiles didn't move from his mate's side but met the gazes of his family with a confused expression on his face. "Sut?" (How?) he whispered. "How?!"

Claudia watched her son with sad eyes as she began to explain what had happened nearly three years ago.

That was how Stiles learned exactly what his stepmother had done. Ursyluva, his stepmother, had been capturing and turning their people one by one. When it didn’t seem to be enough to sway the ki—to sway Noah, she then went after Stiles's family one by one. First was Anemone who was alone for a year until Tristanen was taken along with Peter. Lastly came Claudia who was stolen the night before Ursyluva slipped into Noah's bed for the first time.

Stiles was furious that he had missed what was right in front of him and didn't meet their gazes, couldn't meet their gazes now. How could they ever forgive him? It wasn't until he felt four anchors through touch on his skin that he dared to look up. Instead of anger, hurt or blame in their eyes, he saw nothing but love, acceptance and belief. They had never stopped believing in him.

After settling down, Stiles saw Anemone watching him, chewing her lip hard enough that her freshly formed fangs split her lip. Stiles ushered her over and tucked her hair behind her ear. "What is it little shark?"

The most devastating truth was then uttered into the open, hurting even more that it came from his baby sister. Stiles hated that she had to be the one to carry the burden. Her tail swished as she curled up in his arms.

“Roedd nhad yn gwybod. Roedd yn gwybod beth oedd hi. Mae'n ddrwg gen i, Trident.” (Father knew. He knew what she was. I'm sorry, Trident.)

Apparently, Noah made a deal with the witch to rid them of Peter when he deemed the merman unworthy of his son. It was met with a satisfying smirk from Ursyluva who then tried to use Stiles for his abilities after, making sure Noah was after them as well. Stiles knew Noah’s sudden interest in him, and his powers, in his spark was suspicious but when his stepmother went a step further and said that Claudia, Anemone and Tristanen were threats, Noah had permitted their capture.

Stiles grew livid, his anger burning white hot. His eyes turned pure white like the hottest fire. He looked around the cavern at all the people Noah was responsible for, those who watched their prince and felt his pain as if it was their own. They hadn't wanted to interrupt the family's reunion and had waited patiently for their prince, the true prince, to address them.

As their king, it was Noah’s responsibility to see to the people's health, their well-being, their safety, their happiness and their love. Stiles vowed to save them all and take up the mantle Noah had tossed aside, the mantle he was no longer worthy of. In fact, it was the mantle Noah had never been worthy of. Noah had married into the Gajos Royal Family and without Stiles, without Claudia or any of her blood, the man had no claim to the throne.

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He took his mother, brother, baby sister and mate to Talia’s house to plan their next move. However, he also took them there to breathe and rest. He and Peter did not wander far from each other and at night their tails curled around each other. They were afraid to let go for fear the other would disappear. No one objected like Stiles knew Noah would have and every night that they stayed at Talia’s, the two mates easily slipped into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Noah, Stiles’s stepmother and Stiles’s stepsister never saw it coming. When Stiles showed up wearing his circlet with Talia and his mate, Peter on his right, Tristanen and his mother, Claudia on his left and his baby sister, Anemone behind them, the look on Noah’s face was priceless. His stepmother laughed and his stepsister joined in.

Noah, however, was frozen in disbelief. “ ʻslefrod môr?” (Jellyfish?)

Claudia didn’t even look at him, instead focusing on her son. Stiles was her prince, was the prince and soon to be king. They were quickly joined by every single person Stiles had saved. The people of this kingdom deserved to stare down the man who had approved their imprisonment, some of them for years.

Stiles stared Noah down, his eyes flashing pure white like the hottest fire, making Noah's face pale. "I, Trident Gajos, Heir of Poseidon, True Prince of the Seven Seas, Heart of the Ocean, Keeper of Truth, Knowledge and Wisdom, hereby challenge you. You are an unfit king. You are unfit to rule. You have slept with the serpent, let her and her ilk slither in and I have been informed you did so, fully knowing just who and what she was. This means you have committed treason of the highest order and you will be executed along with your witch and her spawn. Guards!"

It was over quickly and with Noah, Ursyluva, and Marguerite subdued and then killed, Stiles accepted the mantle of king. No one objected to this, and no one cared that he had ordered the deaths of Noah, Ursyluva and Marguerite. They all vibrated with joy as he accepted the mantle, and rejoiced as he lowered his head to accept the crown of the True King. That he was doing so in front of the goddess, her creatures and his people, speaking volumes more about the kind of ruler he would be. Stiles caught the various gazes of his family as the scales on his tail turned from fiery orange and sapphire blue to ruby red and molten gold. Stiles now bore the gradient of a True Ruler and Heart of the Ocean. Peter's scales shifted to the same gradient though lighter in shade and he prostrated before the True King to accept his own circlet as the True King's Consort. Everyone prostrated and pledged themselves to the new king of the seven seas, ruler of the five oceans and Poseidon’s heir.

The people then threw a huge celebration in his honor. From that day forth Stiles vowed to use his powers to protect them, love them and cherish them.

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The True King, Descendent of Poseidon, Savior of the Seven Seas, Heart of the Five Oceans, Sovereign Ruler of the Southern Ocean, Almighty Authority of the Atlantic Ocean, Ambassador of the Arctic Ocean, Prince of the Pacific Ocean, Interim God of the Indian Ocean, and Soul of the Deep ruled with his heart. He did everything for his family, for his people, and for his kingdom becoming ten times the king Noah had ever been.

A year after being reunited with his mate, the two of them married. Stiles had taken his mother’s surname of Gajos instead of Stilinski which had been his father’s surname. Peter offered to do the same and take Stiles’s surname when they married, as was custom but Stiles chose to hyphenate their name instead. The day they became one, they became Stiles and Peter Gajos-Hale.

Then, a year later, they had two perfect babies, a pair of beautiful twins. They were two little girls that the king and his consort named Melaina and Myrcella. A year after that, they had a little boy named Titus and yet another year after that they had another set of twins. This time they had a boy and a girl that they named, Kyro and Kiara respectively.

The kingdom rejoiced and all five little tadpoles were as mischievous, loyal and loving as their daddy. Not to mention as loyal, fierce and fond as their father.

Tristanen married a woman named Oksana a year after Peter and Stiles married. Then a year later he and his wife had a baby girl that they named Kalista. She was then followed two years later by a baby boy that they named Lakyn.

Anemone started dating a young merman named Leonidas a few years later after her sixteenth birthday and unsurprisingly, her brothers were fiercely protective of her. She didn’t mind and neither did Leo. It was understandable and they both knew it was because her brothers loved her so much.

Claudia loved her children and her grandchildren with all of her heart. She had missed out on so much. Eventually, five years after being reunited with her eldest son, she met Christopher Argent. She quickly fell in love with and married him. Chris then became a loyal advisor to King Trident. Chris had a daughter from his previous relationship, a girl that was only a couple of years younger than Tristanen and her name was Allison.

Together, Claudia and Chris had two baby girls that they named Athena and Artemis.

Stiles watched as Allison grew to adore her sisters, watching over them like Stiles had his own siblings. Allison blossomed under Claudia’s guidance and love. It made the young king smile as he knew his new stepsister, whom he fondly called Ally, was nothing like Marguerite. She would also never know a stepmother like he had. Claudia was a mother to all, her love as infinite as the drops of water in all the world’s oceans.

Talia did not marry or bear children, but she became an aunt and a grandmother to the children, all of the little ones adoring her and her coral crystal candied treats. Stiles decided to repay her kindness with the position of his right hand. Though Chris advised him on many things, Talia advised him on all things. Chris was the left hand of viciousness to Talia's clear headed, right hand of wisdom.

Isaac had kept his promise and looked after Ivy. Isaac like Talia never took a mate, but he was given the role and title of Royal High Guard Elite. He was the one in charge of looking after the children, keeping them safe and protecting them like he had Stiles since they were tadpoles themselves.

Peter took on the role of King Consort like he was born for it and considering they were fated, it didn't surprise Stiles one bit. He loved retiring from his day of ruling to find his mate and children cozied up with just enough room for him to join. He was happy and he could feel the happiness like a blanket coating the kingdom, not a single person untouched by joy.

They all celebrated the changing colors of their children’s scales as they grew older and rejoiced in the prosperous decades that followed. Claudia often told her son that his great great great great and so on, grandfather would be proud of him. Stiles hadn't met the man, who was also known as the myth and the legend, but he was told every day that his power was passed down from said man. Stiles was always humbled and honored by that knowledge as he never felt as though he was worthy of Poseidon's power, but he did his best every single sun and moon to rule as a fair, just and kind king.

There was now no corner of the ocean that had not heard of them. All those who dwelt in the oceans and seas knew of the ferocity, loyalty and strength, the True Ruler possessed. There was not a soul on land or sea who hadn't heard of the curiosity, bravery and love of the Heart of the Ocean.

#steter-stackson-bingo #steter #square filled:#it's the only way #stiles stilinski #peter hale #talia hale #steter week 2023 #steter week #day six: fairytale remix #merman stiles stilinski #angst with a happy ending

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typhoidmeri · 1 year

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They say that the winners write the history books, but this story isn’t that. This story is not the history of men, it’s just a story. In time the truth at the heart of the story will be twisted up and lost in translation.

It starts with a girl and a spinning wheel. It ends in a pool of blood.

The start is a lie, but the girl is real enough. Darcy’s walking the fields, her steps measured with the spin of a drop spindle hanging from the cloud of wool between pinched fingers. The spindle spins a handspan above her boots as she steps over dying grass and autumn leaves.

She scoops up the spindle and carefully winds the yarn round and round. She tucks the drop spindle into her skirt to fill her apron with wild apples. The little fruits are tart and a little bitter but cooked down into a jewel bright jelly.

Apron full to bursting Darcy follows her own path back across the field to the cottage she shared with her papa. In the yard stands a sleep coach and horses with men in red and black livery.

Darcy eyes the servants uneasily as she tramps through the kitchen door, into the cluttered cottage. “Papa?” she calls out, emptying the apples from her apron into a large earthenware bowl on the scarred table.

A few apples tumble from the table onto the uneven stone floor.

“Darcy girl, come meet Lord Pierce. I’ve promised him you’d spin him thread fine as silver,” papa says from the open doorway.

“Fine as silver? Papa, have you fallen from the hayloft?” Darcy huffs, wiping her hands on the rough wool of her skirts.

read more on ao3.

Darcy Lewis Bingo

Prompt: Fairy Tale

#darcy lewis bingo #darcy lewis #fairytales #aus #meri writes fic #deadpool

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lightasthesun · 26 days

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hi! you post about codywan a lot &I kinda fell out of fandom for a while. do you happen to have some fic recs that have been published last year and if yes, would you kindly share them? (I mean it's pretty easy to find the fics that have thousands&thousands of kudos, so yeah, other than those ones) thanks in advance if you do!!!

Oh do I!

Thank you for giving me an excuse to share some codywan fic recs nonny!

I could rec so many more but I'll keep it brief for now (check out the authors other codywan works for more recs!)

Codywan Sleep Bingo by cabezadeperro (minigami)

Look after you by elliemiller

if it's quite alright by elliemiller

Linger by smoosey (smooseys)

I am teaching myself how to be free by tattooedgreenhouse

Lay my hands on heaven by slotmachines_fearofgod

The Power of Advertising by goldleaf1066

I'll bend your light around me (A sunrise at my back) by goldleaf1066

Wake Turbulence by goldleaf1066

The stuff of fairytales (mostly) by goldleaf1066

The veil by the_neurodivergent_nerd

The universe was made (just to be seen by my eyes) by fivecenturiesverse

val mureyca t’ad ca’narae (they kiss twice)? by foreverchangingfandoms

at trattok'or o'r kar'taylir darasuum acyk te sarad’e (to fall in love amidst the flowers) by foreverchangingfandoms

Cotton Candy Sunsets by InsertSthMeaningful

Your Troubles and your Heart Strife by InsertSthMeaningful

But please, not you too by lothcatthree

You and I bathed in eternal summers glow by KindOfASorcerer

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #Codywan fic recs

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nicoline1998enilocin · 28 days

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Bare it all | Part 2

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 6.2K

SUMMARY | Your relationship with Tony has been a fairytale, but when you unexpectedly become pregnant with his baby, your entire world is turned upside down. You're not sure how he will react to the news, but you will always have your best friend Natasha by your side, no matter what.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, use of nicknames, established relationship, secret relationship, referenced near-fatal accident, accidental pregnancy, morning sickness, pregnancy test, referenced infertility, referenced anxiety, Natasha's past in the red room is referenced.

SMUT | Dirty talk, praise, daddy kink, innocence kink, size kink, slight breeding kink, teasing, back-scratching, nipple play, oral (F&M receiving), fingering, handjob, deepthroating, facial/cumming on the face, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie, aftercare.

A/N | This one-shot is written based on this request. While writing this story, I kept getting more and more thoughts and ideas to add, so I decided to turn this story into a four-part mini-series! I cannot thank @ccbsrmsf1 enough for the endless support, supply of ideas, and proofreading you've done for me. You're an angel, and I love you 🩷

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

The moment you were recruited to join the Avengers after working through SHIELD's most challenging programs, you were paired up with Iron Man to show you the ropes. Your super soldier strength combined with Tony's intelligence was perfect because you two have become inseparable on the battlefield, already knowing what the other person is thinking before they even have to say it.

However, during all your work together, something happened that neither of you expected. You started developing crushes on each other, though you were both too stubborn to admit it out loud, let alone to the other person. When Tony finally gathered his courage to tell you about his feelings, you suffered a near-fatal accident, which served only to bring you closer together.

That moment was a year and a half ago, and the relationship is nothing short of a fairytale - even though you have to keep it a secret from the world. Because of this, Tony ensures you are sent on many missions together so you can have quality time together without having to sneak out of each other's rooms in the middle of the night.

Today, you're supposed to go on a mission alone, and most of the Avengers are ready to wave you goodbye since it'll be one where you will be gone for almost a week. They're all there except one: Tony. Little do you know, however, that he has a plan up his sleeve, and he will surprise you with it in less than a minute after saying goodbye to everyone.

"Have a safe drive-" Steve can say before he gets interrupted by Tony running into the garage, panting slightly with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His cheeks are red from the exertion, making him look cute as you look at him with a small smile. The only times you're used to seeing him like this is when you've worn him out completely in the bedroom, making a flurry of butterflies go wild in your stomach.

"Fury told me to go with you, Y/N. Something about needing an extra pair of hands," he said quickly as he opened the trunk of the car, throwing his bag in and winking at you when no one could see it. You raise your brow as you look at him, a smile simultaneously tugging at the corners of your lips.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Nat shake her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips, too. Neither of you knows she has had a slight suspicion about the two of you being together, but she never talks about it, figuring you will speak to her when the timing is right.

Over the last year, you've been visiting Tony's lab more often than you used to, and Nat has started to take notice. Paired with the fact that you're going on more and more missions together and the downright flirting as you've both had a couple of drinks during parties - it all adds up to only one thing for her. You and Tony are a couple, and she couldn't be happier for the two of you.

"Alright, I'm driving!" Tony tells you before grabbing the keys from your hand. A jolt of electricity goes through your body. You look at him to see if he's felt it, too, and based on his face, you know he has. After being together for the time you have been, you two can read each other like an open book.

"Just consider this a road trip with an unexpected companion, and you'll be fine. Let's go, we have a mission to get to," Tony tells you as he gets in, and you can't help but laugh out loud at his comment. He always makes you laugh, and you wave the rest of the Avengers goodbye before getting into the car's passenger side.

Tony quickly pulls the car out of its parking spot before speeding out of the garage and off to your mission. As soon as you're out of sight, his hand is placed on your thigh, squeezing it softly as you put your hand on his.

"Thank you for coming with me, but I am pretty sure I would have been fine on my own, Tony," you say to him, raising your brow as you look at him defiantly. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks back at you for a second before concentrating on the road again, squeezing your thigh again.

"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it, Babygirl? You don't think I will let my girl go on a solo mission when our anniversary is in two days?" those words make you realize his true intentions of coming on the mission with you. He trusts you to go on missions alone but also wants to be with you on your special day.

The two of you have about a three-hour drive ahead of you, but because of the nature of the mission, going by Quinjet was off the table, so you had to make the drive out there not to raise any suspicion to yourselves. During this trip, you and Tony share a lot of sweet moments, jokes, and flirty comments, and if it were up to you, you'd want this drive to last forever.

"I believe we're here," Tony says as he parks the car in the driveway of the safe house that Fury arranged for you to stay in. It's a simple house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Nestled among the trees and manicured lawns stood a row of charming houses with white picket fences. The streets were lined with colorful flowers, and the sound of children's laughter filled the air.

You're standing on the porch overlooking the street, where kids ride their bikes and play games. Tony stands behind you, looking at them over your shoulder, his hands placed on your hips, and you sigh softly, closing your eyes for a moment. You have pictured yourself in this scenario countless times, with your kids running around and playing games as your husband, Tony, stands there with you. Unfortunately, you will have to do with the moment you're sharing now, as this idea will be far in your future.

"What's on your mind, Beautiful?" Tony asks you in a soft tone, and you shake your head. You're not ready to discuss your ideal future with him yet, seeing how you're a bit afraid he won't like it or not see you in the same way.

"Nothin'. Just enjoying the sun while I can; I doubt it'll be up for much longer," you tell him, which isn't a lie, but it's not the entire truth either. You allow yourself to melt into his hold as he wraps your arms around your waist, pulling him closer. He doesn't respond, and even though he knows you're holding something back from him, he decides not to push for it. Instead, he opts to enjoy the moment with you - the love of his life - in his arms.

The first two days of the mission have gone well, especially with the help of Tony, and now you're in the kitchen as you're preparing dinner for you both. Tony just finished his shower, and soft music fills the house around you, making the atmosphere quite relaxed.

As you finish the last touches to simple seafood pasta, Tony walks into the open kitchen, and you almost drop the pan you're holding at the sight of your boyfriend. He's wearing tight, black sweatpants that perfectly highlight his bulge, and of course, he decided now would be the perfect time to go without underwear.

Today, you and Tony are celebrating your 1.5-year anniversary. He started the day by surprising you with breakfast in bed and a beautiful bouquet of roses on the kitchen island. A small box and a card accompanied the bouquet. In the box was a necklace with the letter T, which made you chuckle.

"I love it, Tony, thank you. But you'll have to wait for your gift until we're back home tonight," you told him before kissing him deeply. The promise of what's to come later has been buzzing around in both your heads all day whenever there was a spare moment to think about anything other than the mission, and you were both eager to come home tonight.

"So, when will I be getting my present? Before or after dinner?" Tony asks as you put down the pan you're holding. He pushes his chest against your back, allowing you to feel that he's already getting hard at the thought of what's about to happen.

"I was planning on giving it to you after dinner, but I can give you a little taste of what I'm planning for later if you want it," you tell your boyfriend as you turn in his hold, your hand mingling in the hair on the nape of his neck as you pull him close.

"I would love nothing more, Babygirl," Tony whispers against your lips before closing the gap, his soft, pink lips gliding with yours effortlessly as you fully give yourself to him. A soft tug on the hair you're holding has him smirking as he pulls away, his eyes half-lidded as he looks at you with a love-filled look.

Without saying a single word, you push Tony so he's standing with his back against the kitchen island, and your hands roam over his chest, your nails dragging softly over his nipples, making him moan ever so softly. You take your time sinking to your knees, all while never losing eye contact with him as you pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock.

"It's so big, Daddy! I don't think it'll fit in my mouth," you tell him in a semi-innocent tone, and you can see his cock twitch at your words. From the moment you found out Tony has a colossal innocence kink, you like to act the part now and again, much to his delight.

"Hmm, I think it'll fit perfectly in that perfect, tight mouth of yours, Babygirl," he tells you, his hand cupping your jaw as he looks down at the way you're sitting on your knees before him. His thumb slides over your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth, and your lips close tentatively around it before suckling softly.

"Good girl," Tony whispers before pulling his thumb away, grabbing his cock instead. Your gaze is immediately pulled to the way his veiny, pink shaft is slowly worked up and down by his large hand, his fingers curling around it just the way he likes. A small bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip, and you immediately lick it up, moaning lightly as the taste hits your tongue.

His free hand pulls you closer to it, and you open your mouth instinctively. Your lips wrap around the tip, and your eyes slip shut as you feel the comforting weight of it glide over your tongue. As you take everything Tony gives you, your hands grip his thighs, your cheeks sucked in with every inch Tony gives you.

"That's it, Babygirl, you're taking me so well in that beautiful mouth of yours," your boyfriend grunts out, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your arousal builds quickly. Once his tip hits the back of your throat, your eyes shoot open, and they immediately lock onto Tony's.

He pulls back a little bit before repeating the action, and this time you're prepared as he guides you further onto his cock. With a few more strokes, you're taking all of him as your nose is pressed against his pelvic bone, right between his Adonis belt. Tony groans deeply as he keeps you there for a second or two, quickly pulling out before doing it again and repeating this over and over again.

It doesn't take long for Tony to throw his head back, and he groans your name through his teeth as he's on the edge. Without warning, you pull off his cock with a loud pop before stroking his cock in tight strokes. As a result, Tony is surprised when he cums, and every last drop of his seed is on your face and outstretched tongue, making you look filthy.

"Look at you, Babygirl; here I was thinking you're such a sweet, innocent little girl, but all you want is to be painted by Daddy's cum, huh?" Tony asks before scooping some cum from your face and feeding it to you, making you swallow it with a content smile on your face.

"But I am your innocent little girl, Daddy," you say with a small pout and big doe eyes as Tony helps you up. You're still trembling a little from sitting on the tiled floor, but you're more than okay with that. He leans in to place a soft peck on your lips before sending you to the bathroom with a soft swat on your butt. He quickly cleans himself off before finishing dinner for you both, plating it beautifully right when you walk back.

"Thank you for that taste, Babygirl; I cannot wait to see what you'll have in store for dessert," Tony whispers before kissing your temple. You smile at his words, as he doesn't even know half of what you have planned for him later.

"C'mere, Babygirl," Tony says as you're seated on the couch, gesturing to your feet. You're enjoying a glass of wine, and there's a TV show playing that neither of you has heard of before, but it's nice enough for some background noise. With a soft groan, you lift your feet on his lap, and he takes off your socks, tickling the bottom of your feet.

"Hey! Not fair!" you tell him with a large smile. He nods before grabbing hold of one of them and massaging carefully - you can feel the tension seeping out of your feet with every move of his skilled hands, his long, thick fingers massaging every inch of them until you're fully relaxed.

As you give yourself over to your boyfriend's touches, you slowly feel his hand sliding up your legs to massage your shins and calves, making you groan at the comfortable feeling settling in your body. It doesn't take long for him to find your most sensitive spot, though - your inner thighs. He can spend hours planting countless kisses and loving touches there and take his sweet time as he marks them with hickies and soft bites.

"T-Tony," you plead softly as his fingers glide over the soft, sensitive skin there, goosebumps rising after his fingers take their time mapping out every inch of them, driving you insane.

"What's on your mind, Babygirl?" Tony asks, acting as if he doesn't know what his touches do to you.

"More..." you whisper, and as soon as you've put your glass down, Tony pulls you onto his lap smoothly. Before you know it, you're chest to chest with him, your lips mere inches away from each other, panting slightly as it dawns on you what just happened.

"More... what?" Tony's mouth curls into a mischievous smile, and your heart beats faster as you look at it. Moments like these have your mind racing and your heart beating out of your chest because he knows how to push you to the edge. Whichever one that may be at that moment.

Instead of answering him with words, you cup one of his cheeks with your hands, the other gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck as you close the distance between you two. Tony's hands move from your thighs up and under your shirt, and their warmth makes you melt into him even more.

The kiss is slow but filled with love and nothing short of perfection. This time, you decide to take the lead for a moment as you lick the seam of his lips for the entrance you're craving so desperately. Before your wish is granted, Tony pulls away to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your pants and a bra.

"So beautiful," he whispers against your skin as his lips find your neck and shoulder, placing small kisses that have you squirming on his lap. As you do, you can feel him getting hard again, which only spurs you on more.

"Let's take this party to the bedroom, Babygirl. I want to make nothing but sweet love to you for the rest of the night," Tony tells you, but before you can answer, he gets up, and you wrap your legs around his waist to steady yourself, a squeal escaping your lips. His face is filled with nothing but love as he looks at you. He's head over heels in love with you, and he cannot get enough of telling you - and you can't get enough of hearing it from him.

"Okay," you whisper to him. Within less than a minute, Tony made his way upstairs and to the main bedroom, where he carefully placed you on the bed before stepping back and removing his sweatpants. His cock springs free as it's fully hard, and it slaps against his abdomen with a soft splat from the pre-cum that had gathered at his tip already.

You bite on your lower lip as you look at him. Your gaze slides from his broad shoulders to the arc reactor in his chest, surrounded by his soft, dark chest hair, and from his toned abdomen to the happy trail leading you to the place you love more than anything: his glorious, thick, long cock that manages to split you open perfectly every single time. Combined with his beefy thighs and muscled calves, the sight is complete, and the man looks like the God of Perfection.

"You like what you see?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, and you nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You've never been shy about checking him out when the two of you are alone, and he enjoys taking his time to adore you and your beautiful body as well.

"I always do, Daddy," you tell him as you ogle him for a few more seconds. When you've finally had your fill of looking at him, you lie on your back, allowing Tony to crawl over your body before leaning on one of his arms, the hand on his other one moving to caress your face. Tony takes his time to commit every inch to memory, thinking about how beautiful you are.

"I love you so much, Babygirl; I'm the luckiest man on earth because I'm calling you my girl," he whispers, his hot breath ghosting over your lips as his eyes flick from your eyes to your mouth and back. He can feel his heart beat faster at seeing your smile, as he can never get enough of looking at it and listening to your laugh. Before you get a chance to answer him, he closes the gap between you two, kissing you gently, taking his time to explore the kiss. You two have to do just that all night, and he plans to make every second of it count.

Your hands glide through his hair before pulling on it, not hard, but just enough to make him groan softly into your mouth. Meanwhile, the hand caressing your face moves your neck and over your shoulder before moving over to your bra strap, curling his fingers around it as he slides it off your shoulder.

"Let's get this off, hm? It'll be a lot more fun if I'm not looking at a bra the entire time," Tony says with a wink after pulling away from the kiss. You feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks at his words. His eyes are immediately pulled to the blush on your cheeks, and he doesn't hesitate to pepper both of them with a generous amount of kisses, making you giggle.

"Stop it! You're tickling me with your facial hair!" you protest, but instead of having mercy, he places kisses all over your face, making you squirm under him while you laugh at his ministrations. You're definitely enjoying yourself right now, and being on a mission with Tony during your anniversary only made things even better.

When Tony finally decides to have mercy, he places one last kiss on your mouth that leaves you wanting more, and you follow his mouth when he pulls away.

"Not fair," you pout, and Tony chuckles at your words, shaking his head.

"You want to know what's not fair, Babygirl? The fact that you're still wearing this bra, even though I distinctly remember wanting to get it off," he says, his eyes narrowing at the offending fabric. He shifts so that he's sitting on his knees while straddling your thighs, and he quickly unhooks your bra at the front.

The moment your nipples are exposed to the air, they perk up, and Tony moves down to wrap his lips around one of them, suckling softly as he listens to the soft moan tumbling from your lips. He uses his fingers to give attention to the other, and your hands tightly hold onto his hair as he plays with your sensitive buds.

The constant stimulation has your hips rutting up to seek friction, but every effort is fruitless, as Tony is situated in such a way that he can give you all the pleasure he wants to give you. After a few more minutes of this torturous pleasure, he switches, giving your other nipple the same care and attention as the first one.

He's taking his time to give you the most immense pleasure you've ever felt by someone playing with your nipples. You moan loudly as he carefully bites down on one of them, and your panties are practically ruined from your arousal. At the same time, you pull hair on his hair, and Tony groans against the plush flesh of your breasts, which sends shivers down your spine.

Once he's finally satisfied with the way your nipples look - red and puffy from all the time he spent playing with them - Tony moves down to the button of your pants to pull these down as well, but he ultimately decides to leave your underwear on. He wants to have a little playtime with that first.

"My God, I can smell how turned on you are, Babygirl, and it makes me so hard for you," he whispers as he noses your soaked panties, taking a whiff before letting his tongue glide over the fabric. Your back arches as the feeling of the fabric combined with his skilled tongue has you feeling everything as your sheets are fisted in the sheets to ground yourself.

"Such a sweet, tight, and perfect pussy," Tony whispers as his fingers slide the panties to the side, exposing your dripping and puffy folds, which he spreads to have a look at your fluttering entrance. It clenches around nothing as he blows on it, and you bite on your lip to supress the moan that wants to escape.

Tony looks up at you through his lashes at the sound of your muffled moan. If there's one thing he's always insistent about, it's that he wants to hear you because there's nothing more beautiful than the sound of you falling apart like that because of him. His brow is raised as you look down at him, wondering why he stopped.

"I want to hear you, Babygirl. I want to hear you fall apart on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock," Tony tells you in a stern voice, and you nod in response. With a content smile, he returns to his earlier position, this time latching onto your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly.

He smiles against your pussy as his tongue takes turns to pleasure your clit and your entrance, building your orgasm up quickly. Your chest rises and falls quickly, the pleasure quickly building to an almost blinding high when he surprises you with two of his thick, strong fingers as well. With a loud exclaim of his name, you cum on his tongue and fingers, and he works you through it carefully.

"That's it, Babygirl, let go for me! Good girl, you're a perfect girl for Daddy like this," he says between your trembling thighs, his thumb still working your clit as he laps up every last drop of your arousal. He hums in appreciation at the taste of it; his eyes closed as it coats his tongue again.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say in a breathy voice when you've come down from your high. It didn't take much for you to cum after Tony's teasing and the nipple play, but it was most definitely worth every second of anticipation. He knows your body better than you know your own, and he can play it as if it's an instrument that he took years to master.

"You're more than welcome, Babygirl, but I'm not done with you yet," he tells you between the kisses he places in a trail over your stomach and through the valley of your breasts. You sigh contently as he noses along your jaw, his facial hair feeling prickly yet lovely against the soft skin of your neck.

"I love you," you whisper as he's hovering over you, his cock achingly hard between his legs from the anticipation. He's been ignoring it for a long time, but it's finally time for him to have his fill now, too, and he's getting impatient.

"I love you too, Babygirl, so much," Tony practically purrs before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that catches you off-guard, but you quickly catch up as you pull him closer, and his cock is now resting on your belly. A small puddle of pre-cum gathers there, and you snake your hand between your bodies to give him a few strokes, getting him ready for what's about to come.

"Hmm, do that again, Babygirl," Tony says, his voice dropping almost an octave as you squeeze his tip softly, and he grunts into your ear as you do exactly as he asks. He ruts into your hand at the feeling of your small fist around his cock, your fingers barely touching as you're wrapped around him. He groans as he keeps fucking your hand, but before it's too late, he quickly pulls away, leaving you with a slight pout on your face.

"Don't worry, sweet girl, there's plenty of time to do that later, but I can't wait any longer to be buried in your tight, pink pussy." Your heart races as his words sink in, and you involuntarily clench around nothing but air, your pussy eager to be filled by your boyfriend's thick cock, splitting you open just the way you like it.

A few seconds later, Tony lines up with your entrance, a loud moan tumbling from your puffy lips as the tip breaches your entrance. Your hands are fisted in the sheets as you allow him to fill you up completely, short strokes ensuring he doesn't hurt you in the process. Grunts fall from his lips as he works his shaft into your squeezing, tight pussy.

"That's it, take my cock, such a good girl for Daddy." You will never get used to the feeling of Tony sliding, but you welcome it nevertheless. From the moment you two stopped using condoms, and you started birth control, your sex life has changed completely. Where you were always ready for each other before, you have become insatiable after that.

The second his cock hits your sweet spot, you arch your back into him, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer. His face is nuzzled into your neck as a comfortable silence has fallen over you both. Your fingers trail abstract figures on his shoulders and back as you enjoy each other's feelings. All you have to think about is each other and your love.

Once Tony cannot take it any longer to stay still, he starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have you whimpering softly and a smile tugging at Tony's mouth.

"So good, Babygirl, you feel so good around my cock, I can't wait to fill you with my cum and watch it leak out of you when I'm done. God, my balls are so full for you," he whispers in your ear, his hips thrusting into your welcoming pussy faster and faster with each stroke. The sound of your combined moans and skin slapping against your skin is like the chorus of your love, and you never want this song to end.

"I'm close, Babygirl, 'm gonna fill you up," he groans, and you're so far gone you cannot even form coherent sentences anymore. Your moans are becoming louder, and your nails are now digging into his back instead of tracing lazy figures, and red welts are appearing where your nails are raking down his broad, muscled back.

As his high is quickly approaching, Tony moves his face from your neck in a way that has your foreheads touching, making this moment even more intimate than it already was. The brown of his eyes has been completely replaced by his dilated pupils, lust being visible in them.

"Cum with me, Babygirl, please," he begs, and you nod as your bodies move together perfectly, your highs both building rapidly. The second Tony's hand moves between your bodies and reaches your clit, and you're squeezing him like a vice, your legs trembling as you cum for him, shortly followed by Tony.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Squeezing me perfectly, Jesus! Can't wait to fuck you so full of my cum that it has no way to go but inside you, get you nice and round with my babies," Tony grunts through his orgasm, the long, slow strokes replaced by short and quick ones as he spills every last drop of him inside you, the warmth filling you up completely.

Tony takes his time to ride out both your orgasms, but as soon as you're both too sensitive, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty yet satisfied after everything that happened. With a smirk, he keeps hovering over you, your faces mere centimeters apart. You reach up to kiss his lips softly, making your heart flutter at the feeling.

"I love you so much, Babygirl," Tony whispers before placing one more peck on your lips and taking his place beside you. As you curl onto his side, you hook your leg over him, and your arm lies on his stomach, your hand tracing circles over his arc reactor. You two stay in the comfortable silence for a few minutes before getting up for a much-needed bath.

"You can stay in bed, Babygirl. I'll run a bath for us both and get some of your favorite fruits to eat as we're relaxing," he tells you, and you nod at his words. The second he slips out of the bath, you miss him and his warmth, but that is quickly forgotten when he's ready for you to get into the tub's warm water.

"There you go, such a good girl," Tony says as you sit in the bath, a blush creeping over your cheeks. His praise will always make you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Your boyfriend quickly joins you in the bath before pulling you onto his lap, his fingers massaging your sore muscles as you nibble on the sweet fruit he brought up in a bowl.

"Happy anniversary, Daddy," you tell him right before popping a piece of the fruit in his mouth, and he smiles contently as he chews it.

"Happy anniversary, Babygirl. I hope there will be many more just like this one," he says, sealing his promise with a soft and loving kiss.

It's been about eight weeks since you and Tony celebrated your anniversary on the mission, but now you're lying in bed with a cold compress on your head and your trashcan nearby in case another wave of nausea threatens to come back. You were supposed to be training with Natasha, but you had to cancel due to how you're feeling.

Instead of being in the training room with you, Natasha sits on your bed to keep you company, talking your ear off about her crush on Bruce. While you're usually all ears about it, you can now only think about one thing: the birth control pill you forgot all those weeks ago.

"I think I might be pregnant," you croak out when Natasha is waiting for an answer to a question you didn't catch.

"You're-"

"Pregnant, yes. Or so I think," you tell her with a groan as you slide the compress onto your eyes to shield them from the light in the hopes that you're saved from your next wave of nausea, but to no avail. While Nat usually chats to her heart's content, she's silent as the news sinks in.

"It's Tony's, isn't it?" she outright asks, and you sit up too quickly, which is a bad idea, as you grab the trashcan once more.

"H-how did you-" is all you can say, but she just gives you a reassuring smile.

"I'm not blind, Detka; you and Tony have been hanging out more and more together, and believe it or not, you're not as subtle as you both think you are. While I doubt any of the others would pick up on it, I have had my suspicions for quite a while," Natasha tells you, and you nod.

"We've been together for a little over a year and a half; we started dating after the mission that almost cost me my life," you tell her with a smile. He makes you truly happy, but the thought of being pregnant also scares you.

"On the one hand, I'm hoping it's true, that I am indeed pregnant, but on the other hand, I'm not sure what to feel if it's true. We never even talked about having kids, and even though I'm more than ready to take the next step, I don't know about him! What if he leaves me and doesn't want the baby? Do I take care of it by myself or put it up for adoption?" The words are all coming out in a long stream as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Why don't we start by calming down and taking a test before jumping to conclusions? I understand it's scary, but before we take a test, there's nothing to worry about, okay?" she tells you, and you nod. This is how you find yourself sitting on your bed, staring at a timer after taking a test.

The moment it goes off, you turn the test over, and it shows a clear positive. You're carrying Tony's baby, and mixed feelings are swirling through your body. Happiness and anxiety are at the top.

"I'm having a baby," you whisper as you show her the test. Without saying a word, she pulls you into a hug, and you let your emotions go for a moment. Sobs are tearing through your body, and she's there to comfort you through it all. Natasha has been there for you through everything since you became an Avenger, and this won't be any different.

"I'm so happy for you, Detka," Natasha says as she lets her tears fall. During her time in the red room, the ability to carry children has been brutally taken away from her, but that doesn't mean she won't be there for you. She will live the pregnancy vicariously through you, and you're more than happy to share it with her.

"You'll be a great Mom, Detka. They're lucky to have you as a Mom," Nat whispers, and you nod in her hold. When you've both come down from the initial shock and emotions, you stare at the test some more, and the worry immediately makes way for happiness. You're going to be a Mom, and you can't wait to meet the baby growing inside you.

Eventually, Natasha has to leave for an appointment, and you go to the kitchen, though your bounds of nausea are most prevalent in the morning. As you stand by the counter, you hear Tony's footsteps come into the kitchen when, and you close your eyes, gripping your glass as he comes to stand beside you.

"Can we talk for a moment? I have barely seen you for these past two weeks, and I'm worried about you," Tony asks. The worry in his voice is evident, and you know you don't have a choice other than to talk to him. With a soft sigh, you nod and follow him to his office, the closest private space where it's normal for the two of you to talk.

Here goes nothing, you tell yourself as you close the door behind you, the pregnancy test still in your back pocket as you step into the ample space. Tony's about to discover your recklessness, and you're 99% sure you will be single after this conversation. However, nothing could be further from the truth.

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sundays-wing-piercing · 3 months

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Hi! This is Pix3lplays but I’m anonymous because I can’t switch which blog I’m asking from haha and I haven’t been active on my other blog in…a WHILE haha so please don’t mind me being anonymous!

Just wanted to say that I always get so happy to see when you reblog something I’ve written, I always get excited to see what you have to say about my lil fics-

And I wanted to throw out an idea at you because I can’t say that I’ve actually seen a lot about it or even been asked about it but…Mr. Sunday’s proposal is on my mind and I CANNOT decide what idea I like the most for it-

On one hand it’s Mr. Sunday! He would be SO prepared, he’d make sure the whole proposal went absolutely perfectly…no chance of any mistakes!!

But on the other…he’s still a man who’s asking the person he loves to marry him. How could he NOT be nervous?? Just…flustered Mr. Sunday messing up the proposal, he keeps trying to fix it but he’s just making it worse…

I imagine he’d want a private proposal. He deals with the public enough. So if he does mess up the proposal then at least other people didn’t see him trip over his own words.

But of course no matter how it goes you’ll say yes to Mr. Sunday, whether it was a professional and elegant proposal, or a sweet and awkward proposal. Because…c’mon…it’s Mr. Sunday, you LOVE him.

Sorry not very detailed haha it’s late for me but I wanted to throw out this idea at you.

Omgomgomg THE PIX3LPLAYS?!? AS MY FIRST SERIOUS SUNDAY ASK?!? I must be in the dreamscape SHJSHSNSSHSGSH AI GET YOURSELF TOGETHER.

I love this ask cuz I am an akward Sunday believer like imagine a mix of both. At first he takes you out on a date maybe spoils you with expensive outfits and bags or whatever stuff you're into just ask and you shall receive. Throughout the date he's fidgeting with the small red box in his pocket as your eyes light up from joy from how good he's treating you. He just can't believe he's gonna propose to you.

The night ends with a meal at the fanciest restaurant Penacony has to offer. He even got both of you a private room. He may be quite the public figure in the planet but for such a special moment with his darling he'd rather keep it for his eyes only. Gosh his palms are sweaty and his gloves were starting to get uncomfortable. Never has a meeting or a speech in front of the public made him feel such anxiety.

And when he finally gets on one knee to ask you THE question god he is stuttering like hell and once he's done that pale face of his is beet red. You're quite shocked yourself but was it because of the proposal or because of how shy he's being? Either way, this man is overjoyed when you accepted his offer. Wings fluttering from excitement as his usually calm expression lights up. Congratulations on hitting bingo my friend because he would be the dreamiest husband straight out of a fairytale.

Btw this is my first experience actually handling an ask (looking at you american sunday ask) so sorry if there's any mistake. THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

#Watch me explode #*blushes cutely*#ai rants #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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🦋 19 with Andrei!!

this one was so fun, thank you!

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #19 "It's called being soulmates bitch."

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: too much fluff (jk the limit does not exist).

When Andrei proposed, your life turned from a dream into a fairytale. You’d found your Prince Charming, and now you were lucky enough to spend the rest of your life with him.

The wedding planning was, naturally, a little chaotic and stressful, but you were having fun doing it with him by your side. He was patient, understanding, offering his opinions when you asked; otherwise, he just wanted you to have the perfect day, whatever that meant.

Your shower was scheduled at the sweet spot just before pre-season began to ramp up but when most everyone was trickling back into Raleigh to gear up for training. The venue was beautiful, and your best friend and the other wives had done an incredible job planning and decorating for the Love is Sweet theme.

Andrei insisted on being there, adamant that he should be there to thank everyone for supporting you and for the gifts they were giving the both of you. Fortunately—unfortunately?—he’d also brought along a rowdy group of hockey players, fresh off the golf course next door.

“When are the games? We were promised there’d be games.” Martinook’s boisterous voice sounded from the back of the room, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Andrei shook his head at him, not wanting to disrupt the pleasant brunch.

The ever-experienced Heather Staal shot up, graciously saying, “You’re in luck, Marty, because we are about to start some games right now!”

She explained the rules to the games on the tables—the standard bridal shower games: a bridal bingo and a wedding word scramble. The boys were surprisingly invested despite the childish nature of the games, hooting and hollering when they’d sort out a word or check an item off their bingo board.

Once the games were wrapped up and prizes awarded—Seth was now the proud owner of a brand new ‘Ballet Slippers’ bottle of Essie nail polish—Heather stood up to explain the final game.

“We’ll need both our bride and groom up here for this one,” she said. “I’m going to read off a few statements, and each of you will raise the shoe of the person the statement applies to. You’ll need to each swap one shoe so you have one of his and hers. The goal is to answer them all the same, but we’ll leave some room for a healthy debate if you two answer differently.”

Heather ushers both of you into two chairs arranged at the front of the room, your backs to each other. You exchange shoes, and he turns to whisper lowly to you, “Game on, dorogoy.”

“Alright, first question,” Heather says. “Who said I love you first?”

A smile comes to your face, mind flitting back to the memory in question. Your left hand rises, raising his shoe in the air. The room claps, reacting to you and Andrei both answering the question the same.

The questions continue: who is the better cook?, who is most romantic?, who apologizes first after a fight?, who is more stubborn?, who brought up marriage first?

Based on the reactions from the guests, you and Andrei are doing well—so well, in fact, that you’ve yet to answer a question differently.

“Last question, you two,” Heather’s voice says. “Let’s see if you can go 10 for 10.”

The last question—who fell in love first?—brings another smile to your face as you reflect back on the progression of your relationship. Truly, it felt like you and Andrei were written in the stars, meant to find each other. Once you met him, it was all too easy to fall in love; it was something you did almost unconsciously, just like breathing.

After another moment of reflection, you raise both shoes in the air, unable to decide on one or the other. The room once again bursts into cheers, and you turn around to find that Andrei, too, has raised both shoes in the air.

“Very impressive,” Heather applauds. “I don’t know what else to call it.”

“It’s called being soulmates, bitch!” Andrei exclaims with a grin.

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“sour apples” [harry potter: draco malfoy]

genre: fluff

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series

prompt: you're a hufflepuff, you could never fall in love with a slytherin.. let alone draco malfoy, can you...? / inspired by the lyrics from “sour grapes” by LESSERFIM / fem reader but can be gender neutral

note: I'm kinda back? sorry for the wait.. I'll try to get into writing again. still sticking to writing for k-idols but I'm going out on a limb and writing for HP characters as well // enjoy~

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“I don’t see what you all see in him.. he’s still an asshole..” you muttered as the slytherin prince walks passed your group of friends

“but he’s hot” your friend murmured as they noticed him look over

“and rich”

“and he smells good..”

he sends a wink to the group and every girl in the vicinity just about dropped their pants

basically anyone who even thought the prince was attracted dropped their pants

all except for you

he’s rude

he’s arrogant

he’s narcissistic

but all is forgiven because he’s good-looking, his family’s got money and he has proper hygiene?

who’s this slytherin prince that all of these simps are drooling over?

draco

lucius

malfoy

you couldn’t be bothered by someone like him

you’d rather spend your time with someone who was the complete opposite of that self-centered, self-proclaimed “prince”

someone like harry potter

or so you thought

the more you hanged out with him

the more predicable he was

you wanted some spice in your life and all he was giving you was sugar

there’s nothing wrong with sugar but he was literally giving you diabetes and you could feel your arteries just clogging up

“hey y/n”

you knew by the cheery yet mellow tone of voice that it was harry

your friends nudged at you before leaving

“hiya harry” you sighed through a smile, “what can I do for you?”

you can tell he was nervous, he’s probably going to ask you out to get some sweets at honeydukes or madam puddifoot’s tea shop or sometime of the sort

“did you want to go to honeydukes some time this weekend? or maybe even madam puddifoot’s tea shop?”

bingo

you got up from your spot

brushing off some invisible dust to try to shoo off the unwavering tension in the air

“harry.. can I be honest?”

you could see his bright eyes slowly dull and his sweaty hands hide in the pockets of his robes

he nods

you tried to look anywhere but into his sadden eyes

“you’re... you’re not the guy for me, harry.. and I know there’s a girl out there who’s just waiting for you to be in her life but..”

at this moment you felt like you owed him a sincere eye contact moment

“..it’s not me.. it’s just not me..”

“yeah. sure. no worries. don’t worry about it...”

you could see him ramble; a mix of awkwardness and him not wanting to show how upset he really was

“harry.. you’re a great guy...you really are...”

you were almost whispery, scared to shatter his broken heart even more

“but not for you”

you nodded at your feet

“but not for me” you repeated

not wanted to look up at the boy that you left smashed and shattered

“I’ll be okay, y/n.. honest.. don’t look so sad.. I’m just glad that you were able to tell me now versus later down the line..”

you couldn’t stop thinking about the pitiful state you left harry in

he literally needed his friends to carry him away

it made you think about what kind of relationship you wanted to be in

what kind of guy you wanted to be in your perfect fairytale

because if it wasn’t with harry

who else could it be with?

while lost in your thoughts, you accidently bumped into someone

books and papers where scattered everywhere but there was no one else in the halls but you and the person you bumped into

you were already frantically trying to pick up their things

“oh I’m so sor-”

“ARE YOU BLIND?!”

their loud voice ran over yours and you already knew who it was

you scoffed in immediate irritation

“excuse me, malfoy? if I’m blind, so are you! you also bumped into me! what makes you think you can walk in the middle of the hall like you own the place and not watch where you’re going?”

draco didn’t realized that he bumped into you

he was so close to you

so close that he could see every single lash that flared up to the ceiling

so close that he could hear your soft, angelic breaths

so close that he could kiss you if he wanted to

of course he wanted to

sure, you were a hufflepuff

but ever since he first saw you, he thought you were different

you were kind but strong-minded, strong-willed

you seemed like you were prim and proper, you didn’t care if you got your hands dirty

you had the qualities of a hufflepuff but you could’ve gone to any house and fit right in

and of course, he thought you were absolutely stunning

he even deemed you the princess of the entire school

the missing piece to his set; the princess that the prince needed

if only he could voice that thought

he never could though, he’d never let anyone know his deepest and darkest daydreams

“it’s cause I do own these halls, sweetheart..”

you frowned at his attempt to swoon you

“sorry, I didn’t know you were the headmaster albus dumbledore.. next time I see a head of white hair, I’ll make sure to walk the other way..”

you dropped his belongings on the ground and began to walk away from him

“aren’t you going to help me, y/n?” draco called out to you, wondering why you weren’t infatuated with him like everyone else

“they’re your things in your halls.. apparently... pick it up yourself!” you shouted without looking behind you

what a snobby brat, you thought

but what a shame... he really is attractive up close

after your run-in with draco, you couldn’t stop thinking about what if you were like the other girls

the girls who were infatuated with him

the girls who wanted a chance with him

would you want to?

maybe he isn’t the same person as he’s portraying to the public eye

at the same time, draco was thinking about why didn’t you call him by his first name like all the girls who are smitten by him and how he was going to get you to fall for him

how could you not?

he scratched at his head trying to figure out reasons why you didn’t like him

did you not like rich, successful, smart and handsome guys?

did his breath smelled at that moment?

were his grey eyes too grey?

was his platinum blonde hair too platinum?

he was so frustrated, he ran to his friends in the great hall for advice

“hey you lot, what are my flaws?”

draco slammed his hands on the slytherins’ table where his friends all sat

“are you okay, draco?” pansy fawned over the blonde boy

blaise chuckled

“yeah, draco.. did you hit your head or somethi-”

“I’m fine! just answer my questions.. what are some reasons someone might not like me?”

his friends all looked at each other, worried that what they say might set him off

“okay but you can’t get mad,” theo said with stern eyes

“yeah yeah yeah.. go on... what are they?” draco didn’t know what he was getting himself into

“you can be... a bit mean..” crabbe didn’t even dare to make eye contact with the agitated blonde

“and a bit self-centered,” goyle chimed in

“you’re an ass and a pain in everyone’s asses”

blaise shouldn’t have said that with a smile on his face

“you think you’re all that but you’re not,” theo and blaise were just happy that they got to shit on draco to his face

“I think you’re perfect,” pansy tried to hide her blushing smile

“that’s not what asked of us, pansy..” blaise was so done with her

“yeah chill out, he’s not even interested in you..” theo joined in

he was literally just there for the banter

pansy just slumped back into her seat when she noticed draco wasn’t even going to deny that he was interested in her

“speaking of interested, what’s your sudden interest in what other people think of you anyways draco?”

blaise always knew there was an underlying reason draco did anything and he was gonna get to the bottom of it

“none of your business,” draco muttered as he shuffled away

“what a weirdo..” theo chuckled as he went back to his dino chicken nuggets

if his friends thought about this of him, what would people he didn’t like think of him?

he wanted to show you his good side, his best side

not the side that everyone saw

he wanted to show the side that he hid away to his friends and even his parents

the closet romantic who just wants someone who will love his flaws and enhance his good qualities

as if luck was on his side, you were right there, walking along side your friends

you were irritated by your friends because you told them about your run-in with draco and all they could talk about was how lucky you were

and as if bad luck was on your side, draco malfoy stopped right in front of you and your friends

“hey y/n.. I was wondering if..” he had to take a breath in the middle of his sentence, “I was wondering if you wanted to help me study for our potions quiz tomorrow?”

“why are you asking me like someone made you ask me? don’t you have other friends to help you study, malfoy?” you snapped

“draco, I can study with you!”

“I’m free too, draco!”

your friends started chiming in while closing in on him

hoping for a chance to get any essence of draco malfoy

you were slowly closing into the background but you didn’t care, you didn’t want to be near him

he probably liked the attention anyways

to your surprise, he weaved his way through the crowd to get to you

the only attention he wanted was yours

“I really wanted to ask you because you are one of the top students in our class and I could learn a lot from you..”

like a flick of a wand, you saw draco in a different light

you could catch a baby blue sliver of hope in his eyes that twinkled

is it possible for eyes to even twinkle like that?

is it possible to even trust him?

did he have any ulterior motives?

if there was any, you couldn’t find it.. not in those eyes anyways

“I don’t even know if I can even help you study in a day...” you furrowed your brows but your voice was soft

you kind of wished that he just said, alright, and walk away

“if anyone can teach me in a day, I know it’s you... I mean.. you managed to help cedric with his OWLs and he passed.. or so I heard...”

draco kept his eyes down for the most part but occasionally looked up to take a peek at you and was shuffling his feet against each other

have you ever seen draco shuffle his feet before or even for anyone?

a day with draco malfoy wouldn’t be so awful, right?

“I’ll meet you after dinner in the library.. if you aren’t there by 9pm.. don’t even think about asking me to help you study ever again..” you spoke firmly, you didn’t want him thinking that he can easily take advantage of you

the bell rung for students to get to class

“I won’t be late, y/n! I promise!” draco lit up and started walking away to make sure he wasn’t late to class

but then as soon as you turned your back to draco, he was running back towards you

“wait y/n!”

you were taken aback by his sudden appearance and how close he was to you

he took your hands into his and placed a chaste kiss onto your knuckles, “thank you.. I really mean it.. can’t wait to see you later..”

and as fast as he appeared, he disappeared

if he didn’t leave as fast as he did, you would probably catch his redden cheeks and ears

he felt like a giddy schoolgirl (he probably looked like it too)

but he didn’t care

you, on the other hand, were conflicted by your prior feelings of him and the feelings you had for him now

you didn’t want to deal with your friends bickering about how you got his attention so you blocked them out and made your way to your class

why was draco so interested in you all of a sudden?

did he actually have feelings for you?

should you even try to go for the impossible?

should you even try to go for someone as rude, arrogant and narcissistic as draco lucius malfoy?

with all of these uneasy feelings, class was the only thing that could put any of your feelings aside and focus on something else

that’s what you thought

you couldn’t stop thinking about his twinkly grey eyes, his platinum blonde hair and his...

why were you even thinking about him in divination class?

“my dear...” professor trelawney reached out to you

“you will see that there’s an apple high on a tree, unattainable and basking in it’s glory.. but you have to work for it.. if you want a taste.. only then, you will be happy.. but my dear if you give up... you’ll never know if the apple is truly sweet or sour... and you’ll continue life without knowing, if the apple was worth it or not...”

you looked at her in confusion (also kind of weirded out)

you just nodded so that she’d go bother someone else

leaving you to marinate about what she just said

was she really just talking about an apple or was it an analogy for your current inner conflicts with the slytherin prince?

to be continued...

[part one] [part two]

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