#iron dad x daughter!reader

[socialoutsiderwritings]

To mend and break 8

Tony Stark made sure to keep his kids out of the limelight when he was granted custody of them after their mother’s death. The world knew very little of the Stark twins and Tony wanted to keep it that way. For the most part they knew one was a genius and the other was daddy’s spoiled princess. But when Tony starts acting out of control , the twins are thrown in the middle of the crossfire , allowing the world to really see them. They now have to make a choice that will change their lives forever.

Pairings: Tony Stark x (FAB21+)Daughter!Reader x Son!OC

Unknown Location

Your hands gripped at the arm rests. Your eyes were open but you couldn't see a thing; your eyes were covered with something. And although you could not see anything around you, you had this strange feeling like you've been here before.

There was a variety of machines beeping around you; but you were almost positive you were not in a hospital. You could also hear people walking around you but they hardly said a word. Then a cold chill ran up your spine as a set of heavy doors opened somewhere around you.

The people around you all greeted whoever had entered, but you didn't recognize what language they were speaking. Her heels, you assumed was a woman, clicked across the floor as they approached you. The hairs on your arms stood up when she sat beside you; like your body just knew where she was even though you couldn't see them.

A woman's voice called your name. But it wasn't your name. Not what you were called here on Earth. You felt her hand on your forehead, then she caressed over your hair and down to your shoulder, where she rested her hand.

Tears streamed down your face. You only knew they had, because she had reached over and wiped it away. Then she spoke again. Even though she was speaking a foreign language you still somehow understood what she was saying. You began to sob.

Then you felt something get placed around your head. She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You're our only hope." She said.

****

You gasped, suddenly choking on something. You brought your hands up and pulled out the tube that was shoved down your throat.

"Agents! I need assistance in here!" Someone yelled. They rushed over to you, attempting to restrain your hands as you pulled at the IVs shoved in your skin. "Miss Stark. Please clam down."

Still unaware of what was going around you or to you, you shoved the person back. Instead they didn't get pushed back by you; they got blasted back. You stared at your own hands in shock.

You looked around the room. A hospital room. But you were different; you felt different. Maybe it wasn't a hospital.

Were you kidnapped? What happened after Ivan Vanko? Where was he?

So many questions raced through your head. Wherever you were, you needed to get out. You needed to escape.

You made sure you weren't connected to anything anymore before running out of the room. As you abruptly exit your hospital room, the staff in the hallways looked to you, startled. One of the nurses behind the desks, held a phone up to her ear, and then over the speakers announced..

"Security. Hospital wing. We have a runner."

Your body processed the words faster than your mind did and you sprinted off down the hall. You had no idea where you were going but you ran. Until you were stopped by a group of men, inside an elevator with their guns pointed at you.

Assuming they were going to shoot at you right away, you held your hands up to shield yourself. And again, a blast released itself from your hands, causing the men to dodge out of the way. You stared down at your palms.

"All units, she is armed." You heard them yell.

You walked back slowly, stunned by what you had done. You ran back down the hall and frantically began looking for another exit. They stopped you at every corner, until finally they had you in a corner. You looked at the wall, panicked.

"Miss Stark." You recognized Rumlow's voice right away. You turned around and saw him standing just at the end of the hall with his hands and weapon up in the air. "I'm not going to hurt you alright." He tells you. "I'm walking towards her, hold your fire." He tells his men.

"Stop." You tell him, holding your hand out hoping to blast them all away. But nothing happened. "Stop right there!" You yelled again this time pushing your hand out but again nothing happened.

"What did you do to me? Where the hell am I?"

"I'm not here to hurt you." he tells you as he walks closer. "Just come with me." he says calmly. "I promise, I'll make sure you're safe." He's now a couple feet away from you, and stays there.

You look at him and back at the the group of armed men. You didn't trust him. He could be lying. But somehow, you just knew, right now, he wasn’t lying.

You stared at Brock. You inhaled a breath and nodded. You took one step forward and suddenly...

"Shots fired!"

"No!" Rumlow yelled at the same time he lunged at you.

A series of bullets rang through the air. Your hands were up and your back hit the hard cold floor. You laid there silently. Rumlow looked down at you. You stared at him with just as much confusion. As he got to his feet, you sat up.

The bullets were frozen in mid air. Everyone stared in shock. Rumlow approached the frozen bullets, then looked back at you. Realizing your hands were still up, you dropped them; at the same time the bullets fell to the floor with a series of clinks.

Your name is called out as your brother pushes through the group of men. He's in front of you, holding your shoulders and examining your person. "Are you hurt?" He asks you as he examines your person. When he didn’t see any injuries on you, he whipped his head around and stared at the other men. “Who the hell fired?” He asked.

The men stared at one another, until one of them stepped forward and confessed. Anthony left your side to approach the man.

“You alright?” Brock asks you. You turn your head to face as he walks into your view.

You nod. You were still a little bit shaken up, but now that your brother was here you weren’t as frightened. “Where am I?” You asked, though you were certain now where you could have been.

“SHIELD HQ.” Fury announced as he made his way through the agents. He stopped just beside your brother, “we need to talk.” He tells you. “Now.”

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You looked at yourself in the mirror. Unfortunately for you, they couldn’t provide you with your own clothing. All they could offer was a pair of SHIELD sweatpants and T-shirt. Before you put them on, you examined your body. The tiny punctures on your skin from the IVs were healed. If they did something to you, you wouldn’t know.

You took a closer look at your reflection. There was something different about you, but you weren’t sure what. You looked closer, your hand coming up to trace your neck.

Your necklace was missing. The necklace you had since you were a baby was no longer on you.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and them your brother’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You can’t hide in there forever.” He told you.

You slipped on the clothes and walked over to the door to open it, angrily. “I could have.”

***

Your dad was already on his feet when you entered the giant office. He noticed you walk in after your brother and let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to you, meeting you halfway, and embraced you in a tight hug.

You were nervous at first, but as soon as you felt his arms around you, you relaxed. He kissed your temple and hugged you tighter.

After a moment you finally let go. “What are we doing here?”

“Let’s find out.” The two of you walked over to the furniture in the middle of the room to sit.

Anthony and Fury sat across from you and your dad. Your brother handed each of you a thin manila folder with a giant classified stamped over it. Your dad grabbed it first and opened it.

"Somethings happened to you." Your brother tells you. "We have no idea what exactly. And given what happened out there, it seems to have altered something in you."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You were suddenly nervous.

Tony slapped the manila folder on the coffee table. "No." he stated.

"What? No what?" You asked. You grabbed the manila folder and opened to see what had gotten him so upset. It was a consent form.

"We need to run tests." He told you but you had already read through the whole thing. "We just need your permission to--,"

"Use me as a lab rat?" You asked him. You weren't angry, not yet. "You said we."

"Yeah. As in SHIELD." He awkwardly looks back at Fury. "I work for SHIELD. Have been for a while."

You sat back in the chair, and exhaled a huff of disbelief. "You do realize what they're asking of me right?"

"It's not them." He admits. "It's me. This is my idea. This is how I can help you."

"Bull. Shit." You enunciate. "You never brought this up before.."

"You didn't shoot energy blasts from your hands before." He tells you. There was a short moment of silence. "I know you're scared, but i'm going to be with you."

"That's so comforting." You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but no thanks." You placed the folder back on the coffee table. "Can I go now?"

Fury bulged his eye at you. "I can't just let you walk out of here." He tells you. "Do you know how many of my men you put in the hospital wing earlier? And you think I'm just going to let you go home?"

"They were pointing their guns at me." You defended yourself. "And I didn't know that was going to happen. It was an accident."

"Which makes you a danger to yourself and to those around you." He sat closer to the edge of the couch and leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees. "The consent was just a formality. Because i'm nice like that." He says.

"I am not obligated to get your consent. If I see you as a threat, I have every right to figure out ways to neutralize that threat. Are you a threat?" He asked expectantly.

You looked at your brother. He glanced down at the manila folder on the table, making it clear what he wanted you to do. You turned your head to look at your dad. He had his hand over his mouth and his sunglasses on, but he was facing in the direction of your brother. His silence was not comforting or even helpful.

You sighed. "No." You finally answered Fury. You opened the manila folder again. You grabbed the pen from your brother and signed your name on the line.

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You didn't react when the needle pierced your skin.

Anthony glanced up at you. He attached a collection tube to the vacutainer. "What should I apologize first, huh?" He asks you. He waits a short moment but you don't answer. "Silent treatment. Real mature, Y/N." He rolls his eyes.

He removes the tube and attaches a new one. "Just so you know I asked to oversee this operation." He tells you. "I figured it'd be better. I know you trust me."

"Oh," you drawled, "my hero." You spat. "That doesn't make any of this better. I always thought you'd be above this."

"Above what?" He was annoyed now, but he kept his tone neutral.

You shook your head at him. "Forget it. Just finish up so I can go home."

“You brought it up. Tell me.” He pushes. “Above what?”

“Human testing.” You replied. “You don’t know what they could do to me. Or with my blood. This could end up horrible. Like what happened with dad’s weapons.”

"It won’t. I promise." He tells you. He attaches another tube. "This is the last one."

"One more thing. You can't control whatever happened to you. We can't risk you having another 'accident'." He removes the tube and slides the needle out of your skin. "We're sending you to a safe house."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"Yes. It was." he tells you. He peels the gloves off his hands and tosses them in the garbage under the counter. "You just didn't read it all the way through. Until we figure out whats going on with you, you're subjected to isolation." He turns his back to you as he inverts the tube samples that he had laid on top of the counter.

"I know you think this is unfair. But this is the best deal you're going to get. You're lucky they didn't throw you in jail--" he turned to face you. He stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor.

He blinked a couple times, processing what just happened. Gradually he began to feel a sharp pain in the center of his face. He brings his hands up to feel his nose and winces at the soft touch. He pulls his hand back and notices blood on the tips of his fingers. "Did you just punch me?"

"I did." You rub your knuckles. "And it felt great."

You leave him on the floor as you exit the room. Rumlow was in hallway with a few other men. You figured they were waiting for you, and walked up to Rumlow.

"Miss Stark." He greeted you. "We're escorting you to the safe house. We can head out whenever you're ready, if you want to say your goodbyes...."

"No." You cut him off. "I'm ready to go."

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: me? splitting up this request for more content >:) yes.

requested by @mymelodymia

“How long did you put the cookies in for?” You asked your dad after about twenty minutes of waiting for the timer to go off.

“Uhhh, FRIDAY? How much longer on the timer?” Tony spoke aloud and awaited a response.

“You did not set a timer, Mr. Stark.” She replied and the two of both stared at each other with wide eyes before scrambling to the kitchen to check on the oven. It was not surprising to see smoke rolling from the inside once the door was open.

“FRIDAY, disable the smoke alarms for a few minutes, please.” You nervously asked as you father grabbed the pan and awkwardly set it onto the countertop. You both silently stared at the extremely dark cookies and started to giggle. “They definitely look like bats now, don’t they?”

“Maybe candy apples are more our speed.”

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[animealways]

Tony: no matter what circumstances whatever you do never bet with my kid

Avengers: ok?

Later that day

Sam: hey!

Y/n standing on a balcony: what!?

Sam: i bet 10 bucks you won't ju-

Y/n jumps down from the third floor and only gets a broken foot: now where is my money bitch

Sam: wha da fu-

Tony: damn it! Not again how the fuck am i gonna explain this shit to pepper!?

[fbfh]

Thinking about how aggressively protective over you dad!Tony is. Like whenever someone is fucking mean or rude to you, or generally gives you trouble like... you have to laugh. Cause you know what's coming. You were out running some errands (aka picking up falafel and shwarma for you, your dad, Peter, and Harley) when you ducked into a cute little boutique on the way. You saw a pair of sunglasses that were so cute, but upon further investigation, they had weird designs all along the sides. You laugh at how terrible it looks and get a picture to show your dad when you get back. You're about to leave when some stupid fucking Paul Blart mall cop drags you into the back of the store and accuses you of shoplifting. You just laugh. You laugh and ask Jarvis to call your dad. Knockoff Paul blart is trying to scare you into confessing to something you didn't do, threatening you with jail time and telling you your parents can't bail you out now, it's too late for that. You record part of the conversation and send it to your dad. About 0.0000001 second later you get a notification that he's on his way. You hear his repulsors outside and moments later he's storming into the back of the boutique.

"Okay, chachi, you've got about three seconds to explain to me what the hell you think you're doing here."

"Sir, are you the father of-"

"Three..."

"O-of this-"

"Two..."

"-was suspected to be shoplifting-"

"And you're done!"

You watch with a barely repressed laugh as your dad TEARS into this motherfucker. Like he is not holding back in he slightest. Tony KNOWS his kid. There is not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that this is a result of some miserable little man on a powertrip who couldn't get into cop school. And Tony TELLS HIM that to his fucking face. You watch a sad, angry little man reduced to tears after being roasted to within an inch of his life by your dad. It's giving "you pathetic, short little man. you don't have any friends, or any family, or any LAND." By the time he's finally done, you dad looks the guy dead in the eye ad tells him with more confidence that paul blart has ever felt in his life

"If you're lucky, maybe you'll be scrubbing my floors with a toothbrush. Maybe."

Tony ushers you out of there, ordering some food and coffee and asking Jarvis to cancel the next chunk of scheduled events so he can spend some time with you, make sure you're okay. He may or may not have also bought that little boutique, because when someone messes with his kid, Tony does NOT let it slide.

[mymelodymia]

My little y/n Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

summary: tonys favorite nickname out of all of them, my little y/n.

warnings: none :))

A/N: @white-wolf-buckaroo said that I should make this in a comment on ap post, here you go 🤗 also this is another toddler years fic! Y/n is 3-4 here

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Tony definitely had his favorites when it came to nicknames, one being my little y/n. He would use it all the time.

"Daddy?" You said as he walked by your door in the hall. Hoping to get his attention given that you had just had a nightmare.

"Y/n? yes baby"

"I had a nightmare, can you stay with me?" Without a word, tony scooped you into his arms, rocking you back and forth slowly, even though you were completely calm.

Regardless, you still clung to him, turning around so that he could cradle you like a baby, you holding onto him as if he was a lifeline.

Once tony got a better grip on you, he stood up, walking to his bedroom so that through the night you could both be comforted by each other. He sat down on the king sized bed, before laying back, you resting on his chest.

"Dont worry My little y/n, daddys got you" he said reaching for the blanket, covering the two of you.

"I love it when you call me that" you mumbled into his shoulder, tony patting you on the back before gently caressing your hair. Turning to lay on his side, he held you to his chest, you relaxed at the feeling of his warmth. Listening to his heartbeat.

"I love you daddy"

"I love you too, My little y/n"

With that you both fell asleep, peacefully.

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@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //

[lilylovelyxo]

*Tony and Pepper talking about their daughter.*

Pepper: “Y/N just got her learner’s permit.”

Tony: “We’ve been taking turns driving with her.”

—— *describing various experiences*——

*Tony and Y/N driving.*

Tony sitting in the passenger seat inspecting car interior. : “This navigation system is all messed up. It thinks we’re in a park.”

Tony looks up and panics: “Oh my god! It is a park! Away from the kids! Aim for the lake! Oh my god!”

Y/N screaming: “I don’t want to die!”

[manidk1273]

🎀 — Prodigy

You were the result of a one night stand, your mother tried to "baby-trap" Tony but of course that didn't work. Though, by law— (and since your mother was unstable) you were under the custody of your father, Tony Stark. As the years pass.. he notices a lot about you.

You were the only (known) child of Tony Stark by far. Being only 2 weeks old when the mess happened, you didn't even have a name— You were only given one once your father, Tony Stark won the case. He chose a wonderful name for you.

You couldn't be more grateful. Sure, you were unplanned and it was a little bit messy but he loves you so much. He calls you his greatest creation. You didn't disappoint too. Of course the Stark's were known as geniuses. And you weren't excluded.. in fact, you progressed so much faster than any of your predecessors that scientists wanted to study you at the age of 7 months old. Of course, as your legal guardian and awesome father, Tony immediately turned down the offer.

At age 2, you could already properly read and write. With perfect grammar, you could write long informative text— even stories.

At age 4, you already were learning the fundamentals of mathematics. Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication, Division. And since your father didn't want you to go to public or private schools (too many risks.) he hired personal tutors for you. You already were progressing faster than anyone he ever saw before, and he was so proud.

At age 5, You already could understand the simpler inventions your father made. And it was better since he would explain it step-by-step to you. And this was your favourite time of the day, not only because you get to learn but also because you get to spend time with your dad.

At age 6— your IQ was just.. off the charts. You were devouring knowledge, information like it was your favourite food! And as the caring, loving father Tony is, he happily provided you the things you need (including his love and care.).

You were the youngest of many things. You were already marked as a genius at age 2. Not only did he find out you were a genius an interesting characteristic of yours is that you NEVER, ever forget. You even remembered everything that happened when you were 2 weeks old. You remember the exact date, location and time.. it was insane.

At age 7, you were already competing with competitors 5 times your age. And surprisingly, you won every competition you were in. But of course, you're humble. (Pepper teaches you to always be humble.)

You never ceased to stop learning. It was your hobby, it was fun for you. Everything you read was always imprinted in your mind instantly.

Tony is just.. the definition of proud whenever you do something. Whether it be winning a simple chess match, quiz bee.. trivia, whatever. In fact, he has two whole rooms dedicated to you. With your certificates, trophies, medals. He's just so proud.

As he says,

“ You're my pride and joy, kid. ”

That's currently my first ever try writing in Tumblr, I don't usually write much anymore but I used to be a writer in Wattpad and AO3 😅

I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes I did, please point it out so I can fix them! Much appreciated.

Thank you so much if you reached the end, good day to you<3

[k4marina]

lives on

synopsis : even after the death of tony stark, he remains in his two daughters

warnings : tony’s death (i think that’s it), just overall angst with a lil fluf/comfort, unedited or proofread, this idea literally just came to me and i had to write it out ig

the backyard of starks cabin was filled with superheroes and loved ones, all chatting and laughing about. you could hear sam and bucky playfully arguing around the grill, beers in hand.

bruce, carol, and thor sprawled out talking about their space travels, with thor’s signature loud laugh. inside, pepper and laura were finishing up some of the food. clint and his kids (including little miss kate) were sat in the living room fighting over who gets to play the next round of mortal combat.

all in all, everyone was having a good time. the night was settling down and you and your mother brought out the cake. morgan, who’s been floating around everyone throughout the night was glued to your side, eyes wide and ready to cut the cake.

everyone had gather outside, smiling as you, morgan, and pepper sat around the cake. they started singing happy birthday, some going the more ‘normal’ route while others did their own thing (thor).

“happy birthday to you, tony stark, happy birthday to you!”

you three leaned in blowing the candles while everyone cheered. pepper cut the cake and morgan and you helped pass it around, conversations being picked up again.

“uncle bruce! uncle bruce! look what i can do!” all eyes turned to the little stark as she began to recite all of the elements of the period table. you and your mother watched in awe at the little girl. she reminded you all of him so much.

when you were younger, everyone told you how much you and your father were like twins and now, you could say that about morgan, too.

after reciting the periodic table, and getting a bunch of cheers, she went off to spitting facts about different elements.

“palladium is the 46th on the table, and it’s atomic number. it was discovered by william hyde wollaston, and then, grandpa howard used it to power his arc reactor at stark industries, and then, dad used it for his own arc reactor, but because it made him sick he had to redo the this allll over again, and he had to replace using grandpas notes!”

“that’s right, morgan, good job sweetie!” pepper gave her a kiss on the side of her head. you shook your head at the memories of your dad going of his shit and how (when you finally figured out what was going on) you gave him a lecture of a lifetime.

bruce chuckled, “i’m not even surprised, the stark gene lives on!” everyone laughed, agreeing. both you and your sister were gifted from a young age, just like your father, and as much as you wished he could see it now, like he saw it with you, you know he’d be proud of how his girls were growing up.

your eyes stung, tears creeping up, but blinked them away. this was a time for celebration, no need to cry. glancing over at your family, human, android, god, and all, you were thankful for them all.

happy birthday, dad.

oof, don’t know how to feel about this one. hopefully it was too bad (fingers crossed) or sad idk. stay safe y’all :)

[ynparker]

Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 1) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I posted, so here is a special one. I want to make this a multiple-part series, so I will make a masterlist later. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Enjoy ;)

"Alright, kid," Tony Stark said, looking down sternly at the boy in front of him. "This is your first training session. Don't let me down."

"O-of course not, Mr. Stark," Peter Parker stammered, looking nervously out of the window to where he could see the rest of the Avengers warming up. Captain America and Black Widow were there - he had met them last night - along with Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and others whom he couldn't make out from that distance. He fidgeted nervously. He couldn't help worrying - what would happen if he wasn't good enough? What if he lost against all of them?

"Come on, Parker!" Tony called. Peter looked up, startled. Mr. Stark had already started walking down the hall. "Coming! Coming, Mr. Stark! Sorry," he said as he breathlessly ran to catch up with his mentor.

They made their way down the compound to the training grounds, which reminded Peter very much of something out of the Hunger Games - except much more extensive. "Hey, Parker!" Steve Rogers called as they came up to them. "Hey, Cap - um, captain," Peter greeted him nervously, looking around at everyone. To his surprise, only Steve was there. The others seemed to have disappeared.

"We have teams," Tony explained, seeing the look on Peter's face. "What we do is, when we get the signal, we run through the grounds, and when we find someone from a different team, we spar with them. If they lose, we win a point and vice versa. Got that?" Peter nodded rapidly. "Um, yeah, sir, I think I got that."

"Perfect!" Tony exclaimed. "You are on a team with me, Cap, Nat, and Bucky. The other team is Thor, the Maximoff twins, Sam, and (Y/N). Ready?"

"Wait, wait," Peter said desperately. "Who is (Y/N)-?"

Before he could properly finish his sentence, an airhorn whined into the silent air. "Let's go! Good luck, kid," Tony called and pushed off the ground in his suit, flying overhead, his eyes scanning the bottom. "Wait!" Peter called as Steve took off running as well. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath and began sprinting into the training grounds, dotted with trees, bushes, and streams that made for excellent hiding places.

Suddenly, he jumped as he saw Sam Wilson - the Falcon - in his suit, flying to the ground, his eyes on the young boy who stood transfixed looking at him.

"Hey, Mr. Falcon," Peter said brightly. "'Sup, Parker. You ready for this?" The boy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Right, I forgot, you're on the other team! Alright, let's do this." With that, Peter swung himself onto a nearby tree and shot one of his web shooters at Sam, who found one of his hands attached to the tree trunk next to him. Sam immediately put his wings into action, detaching himself from the tree with some difficulty. "Ugh," Peter groaned. "I always have to remember to shoot more webs."

"You know-" he continued as he dodged the Falcon, who was soaring towards him. "Mr. Stark always warned me-" he paused as he shot another web and missed. "-always secure your opponent first!" He shot again and this time managed to get both of Sam's arms. "Kid," Sam sighed as he tried to detach himself again. "Don't you-" he managed to get one of his hands free, "-remember what I told you last time we fought?"

"That there's not this much talking when in a fight?" Peter guessed as Sam tore himself free and threw himself in the boy's direction again. "That's right," Sam affirmed. Peter panicked as Sam came closer and threw out a punch to his chest, which successfully caused the older man to get thrown back into the ground. "Oh, my gosh, are you ok?" Peter cried as he hurried to him. "Y-yeah, kid, I'm good. Come on, finish it! Throw another punch and you win."

"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. "Yeah, go ahead. You did good, Parker."

"Aw, thanks," the boy smiled and raised his fist. Before he could bring it down, however, something caught it and swung him backwards into a tree. His eyes widened as a girl his age dressed in deep blue held him against the trunk, her upper arm pressed against his chest.

"So Spidey-boy fights," she said breathlessly, smirking at him. "I'm impressed."

"Who the heck are you?" Peter asked, staring at her strangely familiar dark eyes. "Someone who just won a point for her team," she smiled and looked to her right as Pietro Maximoff slid into view, the electric blue dashes that appeared behind him whenever he used his power fading away. The girl released him and Pietro picked her up in his arms. "Don't make eyes at her, Parker," he said in his Sokovian accent. "You'll have the whole team to deal with."

The last thing Peter caught was the girl's wink and with that, Pietro had dashed off with her.

"Woah..." he whispered and stood breathless for a few moments before Tony's voice rang in his ears. "Hey! Parker! Wake up, you've got heroes to spar with!"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark! I'm on it!"

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"That. Was. Amazing!" (Y/N) Stark exclaimed as she dashed into the changing rooms with Nat and Wanda. "I love it when Dad makes us do these training sessions."

"Yeah, but my team still won," Nat smirked as she put up her hair so she could wash her face. (Y/N) groaned. "How do you expect me to win when I'm fighting against both you and Cap? You're both like the best at sparring out of all of us!"

"Don't worry, beautiful," Nat smiled and hugged the girl. "You'll be strong enough to take on the world one day."

"Thanks, Auntie Nat," (Y/N) smiled and hugged the woman back.

Wanda cast a quick look at (Y/N) and smirked. "I thought Parker fought well."

"Peter Parker?" (Y/N) asked, changing into her favorite red shirt and shorts. "Yeah, he did pretty well. He would have defeated Sam if I hadn't stepped in."

"He lost against Thor, though," Nat countered. Wanda and (Y/N) sent her withering looks. "Everybody looses against Thor," Wanda said. Nat gave one of her looks as if to admit Wanda was right. "Why didn't Bruce join us today?" (Y/N) asked, tying her hair into a messy bun. "He's still a little shaky with his transformation. Hulk isn't exactly very eager about making an appearance," Nat explained. "Ok," (Y/N) replied, and, picking up her discarded suit, made her way to the door. "I'm going to lunch, you guys coming?"

"We're right behind you," Wanda affirmed and gave the girl a small smile. "That girl will be the death of us all," she said as the door closed. Nat smiled. "I don't know what we would do if anything happened to her," she agreed.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had made her way to the kitchen, where Tony, Thor and Peter Parker were sitting, talking about the training. "Hey," she said brightly as she entered, and sat in the chair between Peter and Thor. "Hey, kid," Tony greeted her. "Hello, little Starkling," Thor smiled. (Y/N) smiled at them and then turned to Peter.

"So you're Spidey-boy," she smirked at him. "Um, I prefer Spiderman, actually," Peter corrected. "Right," she said and laughed. Peter smiled at the sound. He liked how her face lit up when she laughed like that.

"So you're (Y/N) Stark?" He had been surprised to learn that Tony had a daughter, but also pleased. At least there would be somebody in the compound his own age.

"Um, you did well," Peter told her. "That was really cool, how you just swooped in there and won." (Y/N) smiled. "I try to make an appearance," she said. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks, honey," Tony smiled at her and stood. "Who is hungry? Wanda promised she'd make lunch today."

"And it'll be ready in half an hour," Wanda smiled as she entered the room. "It had better be something filling," Thor said, placing a hand on his rumbling stomach. "Training always makes me hungry."

"Everything always makes you hungry, Uncle Thor," (Y/N) said adoringly, hugging the man and getting to her feet. "Alright, if I have half an hour, I'll go up to my room for a while. See you all later?"

A chorus of 'see you laters' followed the girl up the stairs and into her room. She smiled as she sat on her bed. She liked that boy, Peter Parker. He was funny, kind, and her dad liked him well enough. It would be nice to have him in the compound. She had been out on a sleepover last night, so she had missed his arrival, but she was happy he was moving into the compound.

She reached for her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker before opening Spotify and pressing shuffle on her playlist. Listening to music set her free in a way nothing ever could, and she was happy to let go every once in a while and just listen.

(Y/N) grinned as she heard the intro to her favorite song. Every time she heard it, she saw herself in the lyrics, everything that she ever wanted in the words that described the girl in the song.

She's watching the taxi driver

He pulls away

She's been

Locked in her apartment

A hundred days

The song echoed downstairs to the group of Avengers sitting in the kitchen. Wanda smiled as she stirred the pot of paprikash, listening to the young girl's voice.

"Please ignore her," Tony said to Peter. "She does that practically every day."

"Oh, come on, Stark," Thor protested. "There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of music, especially when she so enjoys it. Besides, Parker, doesn't mind, do you, Parker?" Peter gave a bashful smile. "Um, yeah, no, it's fine."

He listened to her voice singing the higher notes, and suddenly, he stood. "Where is the bathroom, Mr. Stark? I forgot," he asked, before he could stop himself. "Upstairs, next to (Y/N)'s room, kid. Don't be too long!"

Nat smirked at Peter's retreating frame. "Seriously?" she said as she saw Tony's face. "It isn't at all obvious what he wants to do?"

"What?" Tony asked, oblivious. "He wants to hear her sing," Wanda said, winking at her brother Pietro, who had arrived as soon as (Y/N) had gone upstairs.

Peter had sneaked into the bathroom. Thankfully, the song was clearly audible from where he was standing. He smiled when he listened to the lyrics, and (Y/N)'s beautiful voice singing along.

She says

Yeah, he's still coming

Just a little bit late

He got stuck at the Five and Dime

Saving the day

Peter could hear her feet tapping on the ground, and realized you were dancing.

She's talking to angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers

Falling apart

Waiting for Superman to pick her up

In his arms

All of a sudden, the boy listening noticed something. (Y/N) was replacing the 'she' with 'I', singing the song in first person. He grinned as he registered the happiness and enjoyment in her voice as she vocalized, still dancing around the room.

He found himself wishing he could listen to her sing for hours. Then, suddenly, Wanda's voice drifted up the stairs to his unwilling ears. "Kids! Come and set the table please, lunch is nearly ready."

"You said half an hour," Peter muttered as he came out of the bathroom, hurrying to get downstairs before (Y/N) came out of her room. He heard the music stop, and the door open. He quickly jumped over the last few steps and practically ran to grab the forks Wanda was holding out.

(Part 2 out now!)

[avengersthingsithink]

thinking about (y/n) changing everything in their life because they don't want to think about Tony. Music goes from rock to k-pop, instead of building things they start sewing.

waiting for someone to use this because i cant write.

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: me writing this while completely burnt out from school

requested by @mymelodymia

“Kid.” Tony bumped the door of your bedroom open with his hip, holding a bag of McDonald’s in each hand and staring at you patiently. You said nothing, just set down your homework and sat up from your bed. “It’ll be there when we’re done. There’s ice cream in the fridge, too.” Your dad motioned for you to come along and took you to the living room where the movie you were dying to see—which didn’t come out for another month—was currently paused on your screen.

“Really?” You chuckled and sat down on the couch. “Did you call the director? Again?”

“Me and him go way back, he’ll do whatever I ask him. Ready?” Tony asked, just as he heard the front door open. “Oh, crap, I thought she was working late.”

“It is late.” Pepper overheard him and kissed him on the forehead as she walked by. “You better have gotten me some food, too.” You and your dad laughed, but his laughter was more of remorse as he handed his bag off to her. “Y/N, are you excited? I wish I had study breaks like this when I was in school.”

“Shh. Sh. Sh. The movie’s starting.” Tony lowly bothered her as he pressed play and she sat beside him. “Time to relax.”

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[animealways]

tony and his child

tony: i recently found out mickey mouse has a kid

y/n with a major voice crack: wHaT?!

tony: you didn't know this?

y/n: nO!

tony: wait i need to look up the name as well its so funny

y/n: oH mAh gAd this is just as bad when i found out hello kitty has a boyfriend

tony now with a major voice crack: hElLo KiTtY hAs A bOyFrIeNd?!?

y/n: hello kitty has a boyfriend!

[mymelodymia]

y/n stark once said

*on mission*

Y/n: *gets hit* you come at me bro! I'll fucking stab your parents!

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

"Because im just better then you!"

+•°+*°•+

"I am the superior stark. And you all know it"

+•°+*°•+

Little y/n: how's your girlfriend

Tony: I dont..have a girlfriend

Little y/n: I know, just reminding you :)

Tony: how's your mom?

Little y/n: *cries*

+•°+*°•+

Baby y/n: happy 😊

Happy: SHE SAID MY NAME! SHE SAID MY NAME!

Tony: she ment happy like the emotion

Happy: NO SHE DIDN'T, MY NAME WAS HER FIRST WORD!!

Baby y/n: happy 😊

Happy: AAAHHHHHHHH-

+•°+*°•+

Y/n: *gets killed in a game* .......AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *stops for breath* ...............AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *stops again* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHaahahhh 😭

*the team listening in horror*

+•°+*°•+

y/n: *walks in with teddy bear*

Steve: aren't you a little too old to still have stuffed animals?

Y/n: aren't you a little too old to still have your virginity?

+•°+*°•+

"I have slight anger issues"

Tony: *side eye* "slight!?"

+•°+*°•+

(Reblog this <3)

[somehow-happy]

Roratious  VII

A/N: That was quick. It took me in total of 4 hours to write this, normally it takes me months to write a few words. Please enjoy :)

Present day

Rory opened her eyes, she was trying to focus, the light was too bright. She was dreaming that she was back home, back in California, back in the heat, she was tired of the cold from the space. Rory looked to her side to a big blur to right beside her. She knew that blur, it was Happy. He was using his phone and didn’t notice that Rory had awake.

“Hap?” Happy immediately looked at her, he put his phone aside to talk with Rory

“Hey Sleepy” He leaned his elbows in his legs to get a little close to Rory

“Am I dead?” Rory said still trying to get used to the light

“No, you are not” Happy chuckle a little

“Am I back home?”

“Yep, back in the avengers headquarter”

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“Is my dad ok?”

“Yeah, he had a little tantrum and pass out, but he is fine.”

“Is Pepper fine?”

“Yep, she is with your dad”

“Can you get my phone so I can call my mom?”

Happy sat straight, he saw what happened with Rose. She was dead like half of the universe, he was afraid to tell news to Rory. Every since she moved in with Rose they became very close. Rory wouldn’t take well.

“Rory, can you wait till tomorrow? You still have to feed yourself” Happy tried to talk Rory out of it, but she wasn’t having any of it

“Happy, can you please give me my phone” Rory stand her hand to have the phone

“Rory, please…” Happy made a little pause to think what he’s about to make “She didn’t make it...”

“What?” Rory said weakly, her hand slowly lean down in disbelief

“I’m sorry sleepy”

“No, Happy, you’re lying, she’s fine” She laugh, still in disbelief of what he had said “Give me my phone…I got talk with my mom” Rory said one more time, Happy didn’t want to gave her phone back, but he couldn't hold it forever so he handle her phone back

“Thank you” Rory said in a very cheeky way. She dial Rose’s number and her stepdad answered

“Hey Happy, any news of them?”

“No, Levi. It’s me, where is mom?” Rory got worried, maybe Happy was telling her the truth.

“Oh thank goodness you’re back, when you came? Why you didn’t call me sooner?”

“Levi, where is my mom?” Rory raise her voice as she got angrier

“Rora, your mom didn’t make it, she’s gone. I’m so sorry little one.” Rory finished the call and tried to left the room, she was being blinded by her own tears. She removed all the machines that were monitoring her, got on a robe and tried to left the room. Happy tried to calm her down, but his attempts was in vain.

“Rory, you can’t leave, you’re still very dehydrated, RORY COME BACK HERE!”

Happy tried to follow her, but she was fast. Pepper and Rhodey saw Rory’s rush to left the place and left the room to see what was going on.

“Happy, what is the matter?” Pepper asked

“I had to tell her” Happy stopped mid run to respond to Pepper

“It wasn’t Tony that supposed to tell her?” Rhodey said

“I know, but she would make me eat shit if I didn’t gave her phone back” They were interrupted by Natasha asking what was happening.

“I gotta find her” Happy rush to the front door followed by Pepper and Rhodey, were Rory was fighting with her weak feet to run as fast it can to leave that place, but she couldn't handle anymore and she fall into the ground and scream her lungs out. She was angry, at her, her dad, everyone.

They lost and this is their fault.

Happy watched her scream her anger out of her body and sit it in the ground with her. He hugged her. As tight as he could. She still was crying, but he was consoling her. He kissed the top of her head and kept holding her.

“I want my mommy back” Rory was through the tears

Happy didn’t say anything, he just kept holding her tight, his heart was broken to hear his beloved goddaughter cry her heart out. Pepper and Rhodey was watching them. After few minutes. Rory calm down a little, Happy was still holding her. Rory break the hug and looked at him.

“Hap, I’m hungry and I’m feeling weak again”

“Okay, let’s get you something to eat.” Happy said while he was standing up and helping Rory to stand up

Rhodey and Pepper had long gone back inside, Rory got back inside and Happy went buy some food to her, all she wanted was sushi and tacos a weird mix, Happy thought. Pepper went to grab clothes to Tony and Rory, their beauty products and Rory’s blow dryer and her flat iron. Rory was with a nurse putting her drip back in her arm again. After sometime on the drip she decided to walk around a bit. Rory found the room where her dad was asleep, she entered and sit in the chair way from the bed, watching her dad in his sleep, she was angry at him, at herself, at the avengers, at the world. She had the chance to decapitated Thanos, Tony said to her to wait, she waited, now half of the universe was dead.

Tony started to wake up and look around, he saw Rory in the distance watching him with one of her arms on the drip like him. Tony stand his arm so she can reach him. He was going to tell her the news that her mom was dead, Rory didn’t move.

“Rory come here, I have something to tell you” Tony said still standing his arm

“Don’t waste your breath, I already know”

“How are you, baby?”

“I’m angry, I could have killed Thanos, but no, I had to listen to you”

“You’re angry at me?”

Rory took a small pause to think carefully her next words

“Not only you, me, Cap, Nat, Peter, Nebula, those douchebags in Titan with us… I’m angry at every single person that had the chance to kill Thanos and didn’t”

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s not anyone’s fault” Tony stand his hand again to Rory reach and this time she did. She still was connected to the drip and brought with her, she sat in Tony’s side. “There is no one to blame, especially you… sometimes you win and sometimes you lose”

Tony said looking right through Rory’s eyes. Rory started to cry again, she lean down and hugged her dad.

“It’s Okay darling, you can cry, daddy is here”

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[basicrese]

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader Fic Recs

First Man by @reidingandwriting

[pearlywritings]

In father’s embrace

synopsis: HSR men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Blade, Gepard, Loucha, Sampo, Jing Yuan x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, implied initial mortal x immortal in Blade’s

word count: 5.2k words

a/n: Luofu Xianzhou timeline is hell, so Blade’s one is quite vague. Here’s the Genshin version!

Blade

Blade tends to say that he has no connection to his past, but that is not true and very few (mostly Kafka) know he is lying. Even with his life and death fucked up he can't simply let go of someone his heart has been always full with, of someone who he promised himself to by the altar, even if under another name, of someone, who gifted him the joy of both his previous and current life - your daughter.

The blade - a cold weapon with no feelings - should not experience being lucky, but that’s what he was, when you clutched him in your arms the first time after his return from the dead and sobbed in his chest, telling him how much you missed him, how much his little angel missed him.

Back then he should've left without a trace, maybe even coming to you in the first place was a mistake, but he just couldn't. And his resolve crumbled completely when a white-haired toddler in your arms gazed at him with the same soft eyes as yours and reached out to his face, hesitantly asking "dada?".

As much as Blade is capable - he loves you and your daughter. He is quite absent due to his involvement with the Stellaron Hunters, but you understand how important that magenta-haired woman's ability is when it comes to restraining the mara in his body. After all that's the reason why he can visit without fear of hurting you or his little girl.

Some other sacrifices had to be made - one of them was moving from the Lofu Xianzhou, but that was alright and your daughter loved her new environment. Besides, dada has been visiting more often ever since you moved! And no one really bothered or chased after you (after all, you are still registered as his wife and higher ups of Lofu know), which, you assumed, was somehow connected with a young girl that once came with Blade.

Kafka once brought up a proposition of moving you two to the Stellaron Hunters' base for Blade's easier access, but he declined. At least his loved ones should have a peaceful everyday life.

With a tired sigh the black-haired man lowers himself on a sofa in the living room of the house you two purchased to start a seemingly new life. The red-hot iron in his eyes disappears behind the heavy eyelids and for a moment Blade allows himself to relax. The little wonder, that is his daughter, ran to your bedroom to fetch some hair accessories, after you encouraged your husband to let her style his long locks.

He doesn’t move when you sit next to him, hip to hip and heart to heart. He welcomes your sneaking fingers, curling his, creating a secure lock of hands. The weight of your head resting on his shoulder is grounding and he can’t help but press his cheek against it.

It’s soothingly silent.

It almost reminds him of the past.

“For how long will you be staying this time?

Even your question, spoken in a tender, understanding voice, is familiar. You used to ask him the same thing in-between his Cloud Quintet-related missions. 

These days it’s difficult to sneak and see you during breaks though.

“Fifteen days,” his breath is even, and eyes are still shut, but he senses a smile that tugs on the corners of your lips.

“That’s a lot. She will be so happy,” and he knows that you are as well.

The rapid stomping of little feet bursts into your peaceful serenity, and you simultaneously glance at the doorway. Low and behold - the soon-to-be hair stylist is proudly running into the room, tightly clutching your jewelry box with various hair pins inside.

“Dad, I practiced! Mom says I’ve been making huuuuuuge progress!”

A tiny smile touches his pale lips - it’s such a miracle that a monster like him is blessed to have the most adorable child in the whole universe. With her and you by his side, this life gets more and more bearable.

“If mom says you’ve been, then it must be the truth,” he nods, letting go of your hand - but not before giving it a little affectionate stroke with his thumb, - sliding down and onto the floor, turning his back to the girl.

Giggling excitedly, she gives you the box, which you quickly unlock, and starts looking through the many intricate pieces of jewelry (many are your beloved’s presents), until finding the perfect one.

Having his hair being touched is weird. He was aware that the white luscious locks used to draw attention, but only you were honored to run your fingers through them, and only his baby was allowed to tug on them, making her father wince. Now it’s different - she is oh so careful, brushing, collecting stray locks and braiding, not once causing him pain.

Blade sighs again, but looks at you from the corner of his eye, catching you snickering in your palm upon gazing at something that your daughter is turning his hair into. Well, that’s concerning.

But at this very moment he can’t bring himself to care. If he gets fifteen whole days before his next mission, he is going to savor this time with his family - no matter how disastrous he’s going to look by the end of it.

Gepard

A family man. So no one was surprised when in the end the leader of the Silvermane Guards ended up with three kids - two sons and a daughter. Partly it was dictated by the rules of nobles and his family among them, but ultimately it was your mutual sincere decision.

It’s obvious he is not there for many of his kids’ first times, as sometimes his duties prevail and even the Supreme Guardian cannot help it, but he really-really tries to be there as much as possible. He appreciates the videos you send him, has every single one stored in his phone’s memory and sometimes, when there is no communication, in his spare moment he replays them to remind himself that soon he’ll return home and see his kids and you.

Only one time he really fucked up because of work - during your first pregnancy you both underestimated the soon arrival of your due date and he left on a mission with his troops, reassured that he’ll be back before the day you go into labor. The snowstorm was severe and the connection was cut, so the message Serval sent him when your water broke was not delivered. His soldiers would bring to their graves the image of a deathly pale Gepard, when many hours later he checked his phone back at the base and nearly broke the screen, trying to type his sister’s number.

After that he started taking paternity leave seriously.

You do not keep in touch with his parents a lot - there were instances where they disapproved of you, but all of his siblings are always welcomed in your house and to see their nephews and niece, because they supported your relationship from the moment they met you in flesh.

Serval is an enormous help when it comes to babysitting. It’s like her part-time job honestly - you even offered to pay her, but she declined, suggesting offering her a helping hand whenever she’d need instead. Oh, and to be the first one out of all the Landau siblings (after her brother, of course) to know about the latest updates on your kids.

The kids that are adorable. All three won the ‘blue eyes’ lottery, which, given the previous generations of Landau, is not a big surprise; both boys look like Gepard, while the girl took more after you in appearance. The man really doesn’t want to play favorites, but sometimes he is just too weak for his little princess, who looks just like her mom. She is the youngest too with a pretty big age gap between her and her brothers, who were born a year apart, so there is literally no jealousy, because your sons took their father’s example and became her protectors.

Even from a 'big bad dragon' that is their aunt…

When you step inside your house and hear the kids still fussing somewhere in the rooms, involuntarily your gaze falls to the old grandfather’s clock in the foye. Almost midnight. All three should be long asleep with Serval sending you a notification of her success. Which you didn’t receive and for that reason had to cut your date short and hurry back home.

Your husband looks as concerned as you are, locking the door and straining his ears to determine what’s going on. With both your coats abandoned, you carefully step further into the house, making your way to the line of light coming from under one of the doors.

Two jaws almost kiss the floor when you see Serval lying on the floor tied and gagged with a scarf. Alone. For a moment you fear the worst.

Rushing inside, you let Gepard search the other rooms for intruders. Helping your sister-in-law to sit is no problem, but the knot behind her head is awfully tightened. In the end you manage to yank it down to free her mouth, quickly switching to the rope constricting her hands.

“Y/n, oh my god,” she gasps, finally able to speak. “Who taught your sons to tie knots like this!? I didn’t know a sixteen- and fifteen-year olds can be so strong-”

“Come again?” Stunned, you stop untying her wrists, looking at the woman with widened eyes. Your boys did what?

“My precious nephews - whom I really do not want to strangle - took the game of knights too seriously, and when - maybe a half an hour ago? - I decided to play the dragon who was stealing the princess - my niece of three years, - they attacked and tied me!”

“Huh…” is all you can say, feeling relief wash over you. At least there are no burglars or kidnappers and your kids are safe.

When, listening Serval’s huffs of complaints, you move to untie her legs, the heavy steps of your husband are heard in the hallway, accompanied by the boys whining and begging their dad not to come to the living room, because the dragon would eat their sister.

His tall figure appears in the doorway, with your daughter in his arms, looking very sleepy, and two almost carbon copies of their dad pulling at his jacket to give them their sister back.

“Serval, what in blazes have you told them?” The judging tone and the squint of his blue eyes are directed at his elder sibling.

“It was just a game, Geppie! A silly game they turned into reality.”

“Aunt said she’d eat her,” your oldest pouts, eyeing her cautiously. “And she told us stories about the cannibals the other night-”

“Serval, you what?”

“Hey, they asked me to! Oh, thanks, Y/n,” she shrugs the loosened rope off of her. “Where did you even get this?”

“Aunt Lynx gave us,” the second son chirps, hugging Gepard’s side. “She showed us how to do knots.”

“This little-”

Suddenly you feel a headache coming. With big family come big challenges, but something of this caliber hasn’t happened in a while. It makes you smile though - you almost forgot what it was like - to raise two boys. Seems like your girl brings the borderline naughtiest out of them.

Loucha

To begin with it's worth mentioning that your and Loucha's marriage started as an unpredictable necessity. You both needed to enter the world that allowed only married foreigners' access. So, quickly figuring that your goal matches, you got married on a neighboring planet, spent a month there to make the marriage more believable in the sense of its duration and learning more about each other. Yeah, all of that just to fulfill your respectful jobs. You invented and rehearsed all the possible answers to the questions, perfected your affectionate act and were actually feeling quite comfortable around each other.

It was almost funny, when on the 'how many kids do you plan to have?' Loucha confidently answered 'two', and a couple of years later your first son was born, and then, after 7 more years, another one was too.

Admittedly, the oldest one was kind of unplanned, but at that point you traveled so much together, shared so many memories, even ended up caring for each other on a lover-like level, that you decided to give it a shot, just like you did with the continuation of your marriage.

And Loucha couldn't be more pleased. Surprisingly, he found the peace of those first years he spent settled down to raise your boy delightful. And there was something exciting about having a little wonder with a perfect mix of both of your features in your arms, as your husband's hand is resting on the small of your back, leading you through the crowds of the new planet's lively market, as the child's eyes shine with marvel, taking in his surroundings.

When Loucha suggested having another one it simply felt right.

Your sons are so lucky in the sense of seeing the universe, because their father is a traveling merchant. Sure, he doesn't always take you and your two boys with him, but whenever his deal allows him enough freedom and your kids are doing great in school and can be taken on a little vacation - you three are going with him.

Usually he gets to take care of the youngest one, since only Loucha's vast knowledge can satisfy his curiosity, while the oldest one calmly walks hand in hand with you, content with listening to their conversation and pointing out to you the things he already knows himself, receiving a soft praise from you and an approving nod from his father.

Back home the roles reverse - the oldest is spending most of his time with Loucha to learn all about medicine and healing techniques, while the youngest is more interested in sharing your hobbies. 

The two hardly ever quarrel as siblings tend to do, and it must be because of the overall serene atmosphere of your family dynamic, your soft nature and your husband's tranquil behavior. 

More than a decade ago Loucha wouldn't have imagined himself with a wife and kids. Nowadays, however, he doesn't like the thought of not having the three of you by his side.

It is a quiet afternoon. A little house you rented for a little vacation has a nice yard - perfect for the kids to have fun outside. You occasionally glance at them from the window of the kitchen to make sure everything is fine, while your hands never stop moving - washing, cutting, stirring.

At some point you are so caught in the moment of tranquility, that you do not hear your husband walking in, until he softly hums to alert you of his presence, and puts his palms on your waist.

“Smells delicious,” you smile, feeling his chin on your shoulder, and grab a piece of a tangerine you are meaning to use for dessert, offering it to him.

“Mhm, I am trying to cook what we had yesterday at that restaurant.”

Ah, right, the restaurant the kids enjoyed. He remembers how you sneaked to the kitchen and came back with a little less credits, but with new recipes and an excited smile on your face.

“Hopefully my rendition will be to our boys’ liking. And don’t think I forgot about you - those Loufu Xianzhou-style noodles are already on their way!”

“So thoughtful of you, darling,” his silky voice caresses your ear and not a second later a kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Do you need any help?”

“Weren’t you busy?” You decide to clarify, clearly recounting how he locked himself in one of the rooms earlier that day to test something. To your question Loucha shakes his head.

“All done already. And I missed you and the kids.”

“Then go and play with them,” you urge, turning to face him to offer a sweet smile. “I’ll handle it here, but the boys could use some quality time with their father.”

“You say that as if they didn’t drag us all around the city yesterday and then climb into our bed and refuse to leave.”

“I mean, it’s the first time in two months they properly see you. That last deal of yours was exceptionally time-consuming.”

“You kept me updated on them so well and those video calls we had… it didn’t even feel like I ever left.”

You only huff and return your gaze to the stove, yet leaning into his chest a little. For a minute it’s quiet, and the man is taking his time before parting from you. That is until he takes a deep inhale and nuzzles his face in your neck.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“What for, handsome?” There is that teasing lilt in your voice he came to love. Over the course of your lives together he discovered many things to love you for, and if not for that desperate decision to get married - he thinks he’d hardly ever feel the same about his life.

“For everything.”

He leaves your side with a kiss on your shoulder and the next time you glance out of the window again - he is already there, hoisting his youngest in one arm and chasing after the oldest one with his hair swaying in the gentle wind. And your heart is at peace. 

Sampo

In all his life Sampo has managed to never impregnate a single woman and he considers that a success. For all the crap people speak about him Sampo is not an idiot, even though he acts like a fool at times. He is extremely self-aware and bringing a child to this world is probably the last thing on his list.

But no one said anything about someone else’s child, right?

Your and Sampo’s relationship is… strange, not going to lie. One evening you happened to help a scared woman to escape from some drunkards (whom you lately found out were the Silvermane Guards, sober and on duty), only for the long wig to slip and the heavy coat to slide down, revealing shortly cut but nicely styled hair and obviously male broad shoulders. The only thing the man managed to get out was a sheepish “hehe”.

And boy did that “hehe” change your life.

That day Sampo Koski got off the hook, since you didn’t comment anyhow and just let him go, which, given you were an overworlder, he found intriguing. So he dug a little bit, out of pure curiosity. Besides, this man didn't like staying in debt to someone and he needed information to see how he could pay you back.

That’s when he found out you were a single mother. An opera singer, but divorced and with full custody over a six-year old daughter.

And honestly, he didn’t give it much thought at first. He simply arranged a nice bouquet of red roses for you, paid Natasha a little for a handmade plushie and left it all at the door steps with a ‘thank you’ note.

Until a couple of weeks ago, disguised again, he didn’t stumble into a group of kids obviously bullying a little girl, mocking her for not having a father, and throwing something among themselves that she tried to catch. And he recognized the toy. And one glance was enough to see how much she looked like the woman he met only once. And against his better judgment Sampo walked to the children, easily snatching the toy and effectively scaring everyone off. Only with that little girl still being there, eyes full of unshed tears and fingers digging in the skirt of her pretty dress.

That tiny ‘thank you’ when he handed the plushie back to her and she hugged it tightly to her chest made the conman’s heart clench, and for the second time that day he sent his plans to hell, keeping her company near the house you lived in until you arrived from work.

That day he learned many things - how much your daughter loved the toy and what a sweet little thing she was, how tired a person can look and how much a throat can hurt from the whole day of singing during rehearsals, how nice a home-made dinner can be once you are invited, but most importantly - how even such a damned man like him can be gazed upon with gratitude and not from one, but two people.

From that day many other instances happened, but in the end he just stuck around. It was strange, it was new, but in a sense it was comforting, especially when you would come home - on Friday, for example, - and he’d be there, entertaining your daughter and then greeting you with a smile and a silly wave of his hand.

You don’t have a husband, and your daughter doesn’t have a father - but with his presence Sampo Koski manages to fill those voids even if a little bit.

Aeons you love days off. A morning to finally sleep in and do not run around like crazy in attempts to get yourself and your kid ready. Even breakfast wasn’t on you today, because the ‘silly man’ stayed the night and told you to get your sleep, assuring you with that confident puff of his chest that the Sampo Koski would offer you his best service, which effectively made you giggle.

Tonight he even cuddled with you, letting you bury your face in his neck and be a little vulnerable in the arms of a man with whom you had the most peculiar relationship ever. But after such equally peculiar moments you really start thinking of suggesting moving from the couch in the living room to your bedroom permanently. It’s been months already, who would’ve thought.

Barefoot and not even glancing at the robe on the chair near the window you leave the room, rubbing at your eyes and brushing your hair away from your face. You are craving the cup of your morning drink, and so you let your legs carry you to the kitchen at first. However two voices coming from your wardrobe room instantly peak your interest and make you halt in your walking. What on earth could your daughter and your clown of a man be doing there?

And soon enough you find it out.

“Sit still, please!” The girl begs with an eye shadow palette in one tiny hand and a huge brush in the other. “It’ll smudge if you keep turning to the mirror!”

“Just can’t wait to see how beautiful I am, princess, ‘s all~”

There, on the floor among the rows of your clothes and shelves with beauty products and accessories, none other than Sampo is sitting, willingly offering his face to your daughter’s practice of applying makeup. And gods he looks absolutely hilarious.

But that’s not what exactly concerns you.

“Is that my dress?” You point at the red shimmery thing snuggly sitting on the man in front of you and that’s when the two notice you.

“Yes, mommy!”

“Say I pulled it off, right?” With a smirk the green-eyed menace winks at you and it looks even worse with poorly done lashes. You have to stifle your laughter. “Though I must admit, we had to keep it unzipped - my chest appeared to be bigger than yours-”

And that’s when you regret not bringing slippers with you - one flying in his head would be of great help.

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“Nuh, sweet thing, you love me!”

“Well,” you step closer, grabbing a tissue to try and fix at least the overly bright blush on his cheeks, “maybe. Maybe I actually do.”

Suddenly Sampo is tongue-tied and silent, trying very hard to fight off the stupid grin forcing its way onto his face. But with thoroughly smeared red lipstick on his mouth it looks so damn comical.

“Mom, do you think pa looks pretty?” Your daughter hopefully asks, putting aside her tools, and that little two-letter word doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you. You feel a real blush burning under your deft fingers.

“Yes, sweety, Pa-mpo looks very pretty,” his head whips in your direction like you’ve just told him to go and surrender to the Belobog’s esteemed order keepers.

“...Pa-mpo?”

“Would you prefer Da-mpo instead?” Cocking your head in question, you smirk at him, relishing in the pout he is wearing at the moment. “Or maybe Sam-pa?”

“No, thank you very much,” he huffs. “Little princess called me ‘pa’, so be nice and respect it.”

And now it is you who is surprised. You haven’t really discussed with Sampo who he was to your daughter, and who she was to him - but if he is making this step of acknowledging the matter, then who are you to spoil it? Who knows, maybe things will work out quite pleasantly in the end.

“Alright, pa, I will respect that.”

“Hey! For you I am your precious popo baby, a koskiss to your lips, the love of your-”

“Don’t even dream of it.”

Jing Yuan

Yanqing would be enough of an answer to the kid question, but it is not. Sure, his young disciple is practically a son to the General, but it doesn't mean the man doesn't want his own children.

He does and he has. On multiple occasions Jing Yuan's subordinates walked in on him with a small figure sitting in his lap or perched on his strong arm, observing what the dad's been up to with his plans and documents. You scolded your husband for this many times, but the bastard only smiles and keeps stealing his daughter to work to keep him company. Or she sneaks on her own - that caused you many almost heart attacks when she was no older than a couple of decades.

For Jing Yuan it’s all good though - he gets to spend time with his baby and have you inevitably join him in search for your adventurous child.

The General has a separate folder for all the pictures of his daughter on his phone - every single one he takes and every single one you send him when he couldn’t bring his girl to some of his meetings (yet he really tried, until you put your foot down and saved many of his subordinates from the prolonging of said meetings). Even the background, hidden from prying eyes behind the passcode of your and her birthdays, is his little one, cradled in your arms, as the two of you are watching kites flying in the sky.

Yanqing at first was set on treating her with the same respect he does his mentor and you, his wife, but you quickly put an end to it, basically turning the boy into her older brother. He didn’t mind at all - if anything he is sometimes way too eager to push the two of you to go on a date so he can babysit. Often you would return to the two fast asleep either on the girl’s bed or cuddled to Mimi with toys scattered and at least two books lying on the floor. The huge lion adores the girl - sometimes you feel like it thinks of her as its own cub, and the thick mane of hair your daughter got from her father does not help.

And it appeared to be as eager to steal your daughter from you as your husband is…

“Y/n!” You practically jump when the doors to your bedroom fly open and Jing Yuan bursts inside. Immediately you notice his disheveled state - hair down and a mess, the robe he wore this morning for comfortable work in his home office is falling off one of his shoulders and a shoe is missing from his foot.

“Aeons, Yuan, don’t scare me like that,” you put a comb down on your vanity table and fully turn to face him. “What happened?”

“Is our precious baby with you?” He steps further into the room and starts looking around frantically. Okay, now that got worrisome.

“No? You took her earlier this afternoon after lunch to play in your study while you work. Have you really forgotten that? My love, you are getting old.”

You hear clearly as he curses under his breath, raking thick fingers through his hair. The golden eyes look at you and in them you spot a flicker of anxiety.

“...Jing Yuan, don’t tell me that you managed to lose our daughter.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” he winces at the full name usage, watching you rise from your seat and quickly approach him. “She was right by my side, watching the animal videos on my phone, but then I got immersed in the latest reports from the Sky-Faring Commission and when I finished whose - she was gone!”

“Uh, want me to call your phone? Maybe she still has it.”

To that he puts a hand in the robe’s pocket and brings out his device. Oh god.

“It was lying on the floor, still playing videos.”

“Okay, deep breaths,” you are not sure if you are telling it to him or to yourself, but you too take an inhale, meanwhile busying your hands with adjusting his clothes. “Even buried in work you’d still notice if a human sneaked in, right?” He nods. “And you’d notice if she left - she would’ve warned you about that.” He nods again, lips pursed and eyes staring at one point. “Yanqing is not as skilled to come unannounced and take her, and he wouldn’t do it without your permission, so-”

“Wait,” his hand catches yours and realization flashes in his features. “Mimi came.”

“...Mimi?” Before you can ask him to elaborate, your husband turns around and rushes out of the bedroom. Concerned and a little bit intrigued, you quickly follow.

In one of the rooms of your huge house the two of you finally find the lion, and Jing Yuan almost drops on the floor in relief when his girl is spotted in the animal’s embrace. 

“Is she…sleeping?” You ask, glancing from behind his broad back.

“It appears so. Hey, Mimi,” the maned head lifts, two ambers taking in your appearances and a pleased huff is let out through the nose upon recognition.

“Well, my dear,” you pat his shoulder, shaking your head, “it appears that people were right - like the owner, like the pet. Congratulations, your lion took your habit of stealing our daughter to heart. Good luck prying her from it.”

“You say it like it’s something hard to do,” there it is, a confident smile is back on his face as he strides closer to the animal, ready to bend down and get his girl. Only for that lift of the corners of his lips to be gone when Mimi growls at him in a warning and shields your daughter’s little body with its head.

You only smirk and leave the scene to go and get your phone - there is no way you are not filming your husband dealing with the consequences of his own behavior.