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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- 8

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

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As Always, this fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I apologize for the lack of posting!! It's my last four weeks of university!! :o

8-- Advice Comes From Strange Places

As soon as the door clicks shut, Tony’s mind is spiralling. "Fucking shit." He looks at the poster of Freddie Mercury, "What the hell was that? What did I just do? Did Peter fucking Parker come into my dorm and make out with me against the wall for..." He glances at the clock, "Forty-five minutes? Is it possible to hallucinate something that realistic while hungover?" He stares at the poster, hoping the rock god will reply with answers to the universe. "Fuck I'm not hungover, he's right. Which means... Peter fucking Parker came into my room and made out with me against the wall. Holy shit." He closes his eyes and the memories of the last hour replay in his head. One of his machines whirrs around, providing something for his brain to latch to as he thinks.

He lays back on his bed, hands running through his hair. "March 8th, I called Peter art. March 9th, Peter comes to my dorm and calls me out on my feelings." March 9th, Peter Parker kisses me for forty-five minutes against the wall." he rolls over and looks at the wall, "Now what?" When he meets Freddy's eye again, he glares, "You are no use, y’know that?" He smiles. He is well and truly fucked.

Peter glances back at Tony's seat for the sixth time. By this point, Bucky is raising his eyebrow and giving him a "Can I help you?" expression. He blushes, turns back to his textbook and continues highlighting his notes in pink highlighter. Tony never came to class at all. Gwen, Nat, and Pepper keep glancing at their friend, what happened in the last hour?

At the lunch table, Peter sips his pink berry smoothie, texting quickly. His manicured nails tap against the screen as he texts, they pause briefly and he sets his Starkphone down, the back of the crystal case glittering in the sun. "What was that about?" Loki asks, sitting their panini down in its container, "Is Harley giving you shit again?"

"No, no nothing like--" The phone chirps again, and without finishing the statement, Peter is absorbed in the phone once again.

"Surely you're not texting--" Loki pushes.

"No. It's just my aunt." As if to prove itself, the offender chirps four more times in succession. He continues typing, smoothie melting on the table. "My collection just arrived. She was asking how I wanted it delivered."

"Okay. I was just checking on you, you've been so secretive, Peter." Loki stands and hugs Peter, smiling softly, "I will come to see you later if you want to talk?"

"Yes," he whispers back, "Please do."

"Bye, guys! Love your faces, see you for dinner?"

"I have a date!" Gwen shouts, "But raincheck! I will tell you guys about him tomorrow at brunch!"

"Good luck, darling!" Peter cheers as he walks off the patio and to the sidewalk. He waves at his friends and heads to his dorm. He needs to think.

Tony's losing his ever-loving mind. Since Peter left, all he can seem to smell is Peter's cologne, and hear the echo of his gasps. He feels pathetic, trying desperately to wipe the feeling of Peter under his hands from his mind.

Bucky is going to have to kill his friend. It's going to happen and no one will find his body. He shakes his head, opening the door to their dorm hall to hear Tony blasting rock from his room. "T!! Open up, it's Bucky!!" He smiles, hearing Tony's music shut off as he opens the door.

"Hey." he smiles, allowing the brunette into the now messy room.'

"Tony, when I said put on clothes, I meant real clothes. Not a tank and jeans."

"I had on a shirt earlier. I took it off when I started soldering! I swear! It's literally on the chair!" Tony holds up the shirt, and smiles, "I was wearing a shirt!"

"Why didn't you show up for class earlier?"

"I was... Uh--"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Stark." Bucky only uses last names when he's serious, "I mean it."

"Okay... fuck. You can't tell the guys."

"Scout's honour. What's wrong?" He leans forward from his place on the bed and stares at Tony.

Tony takes a deep breath and the words start flowing, "Petercameoverandtoldmehelovedmeandthenwemadeoutandnowmylifeisfuckingruined, okay?"

"One more time, honey. I didn't get any of that."

Tony sighs deeper this time and tries again, "Peter came over and told me he loved me and then we made out and now my life is fucking ruined and I can never leave this room ever again."

"Okay, I need you to breathe before you panic worse than you already are." He breathes along with the scientist, smiling gently. "Did you try that thing your therapist taught you?" Tony nods and shows him the paper, "And did that help?" He shakes his head. "No. Okay, um... can you walk me through your thought process as to why you can't leave your room ever again?"

"Peter Parker. That's why. Weren't you listening?"

"I am. But why can't you leave anymore, and don't just say Peter again."

"Because if I see him again, I can't guarantee that I won't just jump the poor kid right then and there! You saw how I was at the party, I can't fucking do this anymore, Bucky. I can't just admire him from afar, I need him up close. I need him to be mine! I fucking love him, Bucky!" His heart is pounding as those words leave his mouth, "And I don't mean it in the "one and done" hookup way, I mean it in the "I want to wake up next to you and drink coffee and have mind-blowing sex on the counter way."

"Right. Remind me never to eat anything from your breakfast bar."

"This is serious! I never felt this for Bethany, Pepper, Joan, Kenneth, or any of the others."

"I'm impressed you remember the one night stands."

"Of course I do, Bucky, I'm not an oaf."

"I never said you were. But with the way this whole Peter thing is happening, I wonder if you have more than one brain cell. There is something there, and clearly, you two need to face it. Now, I have one question for you: Do I rent a hotel room for you or Do you want to suffer your whole life."

Tony sighs, "Can I sleep on that?"

"No. I need an answer now, you can't use your tricks on me." Tony sighs in defeat, flopping down on the bed next to Bucky.

"Fuck. Um... Not yet but I will address it. It's only fair to him." Tony rises, replacing his tank with the t-shirt and heading to the door, "I will talk to him, Bucky. It might not create a relationship but it would be nice to have some connection with him or something."

"I will be back tomorrow. Go." His phone rings, proving his statement. "Hey, Stevie, I'm on my way out of the building. Yes, he's fine. I will see you shortly. Love you too." He hangs up the phone and smiles at Tony, "I will see you later. Talk to him, T. Please."

"I will."

A soft knock at Peter's door startles him a few hours later. "Who is it?" He asks, slipping on his robe over his oversize t-shirt and shorts.

"It's Loki!" they reply, "Can I come in?"

"Just a second!" He pauses his movie and unlocks the door, allowing his friend into the room, and inviting them to sit on the white chaise in the corner. "Sorry, I was watching a film."

"It's alright. Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure you were okay earlier. You said you needed to talk?"

"Yes." He sighs, the events of the last 24 hours pouring out into the lap of his best friend.

The black-haired fashion god sighs and squeezes Peter's knee, "You're gonna be okay. I know it's overwhelming. That's a lot to have happen to you in a 24-hour period. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know, Loki, but I need to see him again. I can't do this. If I see him again, I can't guarantee all of my feelings won't rush out into the space between us and ruin what we have built together. I don't think I can do this longing from a distance thing. I need to see him again, Lo. Can you help?"

"Let me see what I can do." They smile, hugging Peter, "I will make it work for you guys and protect your social status. I know you worry that it'll be social suicide for anyone to see you. I don't think that's true. We're in college, Peter. No one cares."

"I know but I just don't want people to ruin this. I want to have Tony but I don't want to ruin this magic that exists between us. It's a secret, like crossing enemy lines. I just want it to stay pure."

"That's fair. I mean, I understand that. I know when Tony's friend Steve and Bucky first started dating, everyone wanted to know all the details."

"They hooked up in a bedroom at a party," Peter says, disinterestedly.

"That's true. But everyone was asking Bucky what Steve did to make him scream so loud."

"Like it matters."

"That's fair. But in all seriousness, I will figure out how to arrange for you to see each other in private."

"Thank you, Loki."

"No problem, Peter. It's what friends are for." They hug Peter, before heading towards the door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Loki. I really do owe you one."

Peter smiles, shutting the door and turning the lights off. His movie watches from the TV as he flops on the couch and picks up his phone. Why didn't he think to add Tony's number to his phone?

"I wonder..." Peter smiles and opens Instagram, hoping that typing the boy's name in will show his page. "Tony... Stark..." He presses search and a few moments later Tony's page appears in the results. He rolls his eyes at the bio 'Legacy is for losers' and scrolls through the different photos and snapshots from Tony's life. He clicks on one picture of Tony underneath a car and finds himself staring for longer than he'd like to admit. He sighs and shuts his movie off, crawling into bed.

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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- 9

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

This fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I promise that I haven't forgotten about this fic and I swear the last two chapters are waiting in the queue to post in the next two weeks. Life got in the way and I graduated college!

9 -- Fated Arrangement

Bucky jumps when Loki corners him a week later. "What the hell are you doing, man?"

"I need your help."

"And 'Hey, Bucky, I need your help' wouldn't have worked?"

"No. Of course not." Loki scoffs, leading the boy to a table on the patio. "I need your help crossing social lines."

"What?"

"Tony has a crush on Peter."

”And this is news to you? I thought you guys knew everything.” ?" Bucky arched his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Peter has a crush on Tony too." Loki clarifies.

Bucky replies confused, "And what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?”

"Peter and Tony need to meet up and talk through all this frustration.” Loki waves their hand in the air ambiguously. “We’ll use one of the empty fashion classrooms.”

"That would work, but neither of us know where that is."

"Gods you absolute cretin. How you have made it this far in life is beyond me. The fourth floor of the Nelson building Room 425." The fashion god rolls their eyes and takes a sip from their $11 latte.

"Oh, like you know where every classroom on campus is.” Bucky sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. When do we want to do this?"

"2:30 today. There’s no classes in the room for an hour before or an hour after. No one around to witness whatever social travesty may occur.”

"Perfect. I will be there with Tony."

"Don't get caught, Peter specifically requested privacy."

"Why?"

"He's terrified of "social suicide" or something. Which I can respect," Loki confesses with an eye roll, "but, he also feels that because it’s a Tuesday."

"I mean fair." Bucky shrugs, "So 2:30 in the Nelson building?"

"Don’t be late." Bucky nods, walking away from the fashion student, rolling his eyes.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Sorry I’m late,” Bucky said, dropping his tray on the table and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth, smiling at the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair. “Yo Tony, check your phone.” Bucky nodded towards Tony as he took a bite of his apple.

"O...kay?" Tony pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and reads the texts from Bucky. He nods, silently, looking up and seeing Bucky show Steve the message he’d sent Tony, traitorous romantic bastards. Tony tries his best not to scarf down the rest of his food in his excitement. “I have to go, see you guys at dinner possibly?" The others at the table nod, smiling. Tony swears out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve give him a thumbs up.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tony stares at himself in the mirror of his dorm, unsure of what to wear for this. “What do you wear when you meet someone like Peter?” He asks Freddie.

When the poster (obviously) fails to reply Tony sighs with a laugh. “Useless”

Searching his closet, he decides on a white tee with his vintage leather jacket over it was good enough. His jeans have tears in them, but not in the way that it looks like he can't buy better ones. Instead, it's in the 'artful' way.

He cracks his neck, staring at Freddie on his wall. "Wish me luck, mate." He murmurs, touching his hand to the worn spot on the corner of the poster, where Freddie's mic stand leaves the frame. "This could change everything."

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Peter is in the same predicament. Staring into his massive closet of designer clothing, trying to decide on the perfect appearance for the meeting with Tony. He pulls out a dress shirt from Anton Alexander. It's a swear-by shirt for Peter, usually saved for presentations and job interviews, but today, it's for meeting his soulmate.

Is Tony his soulmate? Peter picks out a pair of red jeans and his black Louboutin Samson’s, dressing carefully in the clothes. He brushes out his hair, smiling as his curls fall into place. He picks up a tube of pale pink lip gloss, brushing a ghost of the color onto his lips before touching up the simple eyeliner from earlier that morning. He nods, just as Loki knocks on his door.

"Hey, are you ready for this, Peter?" Loki asks, opening the door. Peter nods again, smiling at his friend's reflection in the mirror. Loki has gone green with their outfit today, the color a perfect match for their complexion and a simple statement of 'you can't afford me.' Peter turns to them, "Do any of the others know where we are going?"

"Nope. The only people who know are Bucky, Tony, you, me, and probably Bucky's boyfriend."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. “Thank you for respecting my wishes for privacy.”

"For sure, dahling. I wouldn't want you fucking yourself over royally just because you had a little crush on a boy. But it's already 2:07 and I doubt you want to keep the boy in question waiting?" They asked with a teasing smile, checking their watch dramatically.

"Shit! No!" Peter gasps, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone before locking the door to his dorm room; Loki following close behind.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

By the time Tony and Bucky find the Nelson Building, It's already 2:10. "Fuck, I hope we aren't late..."

"No, Tony, he said 2:30. We're meeting them in room 425."

As soon as they enter the building, they feel out of place. The white marble staircase leading them to the second floor greets them and there are pictures of notable designers that are alumni of the school. "Holy, woah. Why have we never been in here?"

"Clearly, we don't belong in here," Tony whispers, leading Bucky to the elevator. The gold doors part and open to the marble interior, and the two step inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator dings gently, and begins rising to the selected floor. It dings again, as the doors part. This floor is different from the main lobby. The walls are pastel green, and the ceiling is covered in drawings of clouds. It almost feels like a children's hallway. All of the doors are closed and the hallway is dark. "Are you sure this isn't a prank? Bucky this hall looks abandoned."

"Loki said 425. They should be here. What would they gain from pranking you?" Bucky sighs, "Just... let's find the room and then we can decide from there."

Tony nods, following the signage that leads them around the corner to room 425.

Bucky motions to the door, "Here it is. Want me to go in first?"

"Sure. Is anyone in there?" He asks, picking at his nail nervously.

Bucky glances in the window, "Loki and Peter. I don't see anyone else." He catches Loki’s eye as Loki starts towards the door.

Loki opened the door and gestured for Tony to enter. “Well, in you go.” They said as the fashion major exited to the hallway. Bucky and Loki shared a smile between them, as they leaned against the wall, guarding the door.

"Um... hi." Peter begins, "Sorry about this."

Tony smiled at Peter. “All good.”

Peter chews his lip nervously, the movement catching the other boy’s eye. Just before Peter catches him, he quickly begins glancing around the space.

"So what’s this room for?" The walls are covered in patterns and fabrics, and each model on the back wall is wearing some form of costume. The desk Peter is sat on is clearly his, judging by the leather and glitter adorning the drawings next to him.

Tony smiles gently, meeting Peter's eyes. Oh hell, how he wishes he hadn't. The moment their eyes meet, he feels like he's come home. Everything that Tony was ever worried about was gone in that minute. He looks so fucking perfect sat slightly above him on the table.

Oh, how Tony could get used to that view.

"Oh, it's for Design 101. It's purely for teaching us how to create our own patterns and trace them onto fabric and how to create clothing items. It’s basically a studio."

"But wait, I thought you were a Chemistry major?"

"Actually, I'm both.” he shrugs dismissively, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “I’m double majoring with a minor in environmental science," Peter flushes, pridefully.

"That's really impressive.” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So which do you want to use in your future?"

"I think I want to work with fashion more, but maybe use my chemistry knowledge to write out formulas for new colors and fabrics. The environmental science minor is just a brain workout. Don’t want to come off as a ditz now do I?"

"That's, wow, that’s something. You’ve got some serious balls taking on the hardest major for fun." Tony replies, reveling in the way Peter preens at the compliments. A soft blush tints his cheeks and Tony resists pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"But we didn't come here to talk about that. I asked you to meet me here because--"

"Time's up." Loki says as they open the door and nodding towards the hallway.. "If you both want to make a break for it, now's your chance. The next class comes in ten minutes."

"Fuck, why can't we ever have time alone. It's like the universe is keeping me away from you," Peter pouts.

"I know, but there's a funny thing you should know about me," Tony leans in and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to kiss him again. Just before their mouths connect he murmurs, "The universe doesn't stop me." Tony pulls away, leaving Peter gasping on the desk.

"It's true," Bucky jokes, leaning against the door frame with a reassuring smile."If he wants something, nothing will stop him." He nods towards Tony with a shrug.

Peter returns the smile. "Thank you. For doing this, I mean."

Bucky nods, "Absolutely. I mean, you should thank Loki, they arranged all this. We gotta roll though if we want to avoid people questioning us."

"Alright. Can I have a minute with Tony though?"

"I mean, I'm not his keeper, but I’m gonna get out of here. Catch you two around." Bucky winks at Peter, texting as he heads out.

"Bye, Bucky!" Peter smiles.

Tony turns back to Peter with a soft smirk.

"I just wanted to… I just” Peter stammered. “I'm sorry I'm gonna go."

As the boy passes, Tony touches his wrist. "No! What did you want?"

Peter sighs, and curses under his breath. He grabs Tony's shoulders and twists towards him, moving to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek. Before he can, however, Tony turns his head to meet Peter’s eye.

"Well, I was trying to kiss your cheek but I suppose this will do," Peter said with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips, shoulders dropping at the feeling of familiarity. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

"The third-floor ballroom? No one uses it after dinner. We can sneak in and no one will see us.”

"Deal."

"See you tonight." Peter kisses Tony's cheek and sits down at his desk, watching Tony leave.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

The evening couldn't come fast enough. Tony fights the urge to hang out outside the classroom, waiting for Peter to return.

If he didn’t think it would jeopardize Peter’s social status, he would press the boy against the wall and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him. Right here, right now.

Everything in him screams for Peter, for the boy he can't have.

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