#starkerfluff

TW: child abuse, forced marriage

Prince Anthony stepped off his horse at the sight of Knight Rhodes heading towards him, with a dramatic sigh none the less. “How ya doing, Rhodey? Did the old man make you come and get me?” The knight straightened his posture “As a matter of fact, he did, Prince Anthony. Your highness has asked-“ he was quickly interrupted however “tsk tsk how many times have I told you? It’s Tony or Tones when it’s just the two of us.” He gave the knight a warm smile and urged him to continue. “Tony, you must see the king immediately. He seemed pretty frustrated and said it was extremely urgent.” This was met with another sigh. “Alright then, lead the way I suppose”

-

“Where have you been?” His voice was hard and cold, though that didn’t surprise him.

Tony turned away from him “Out.”

His father menaced forward and grabbed his hand so tight that he wouldn’t be surprised if it left a particularly nasty bruise “Don’t talk to me like that, boy” he sneered. Tony quickly yanked his hand from his father’s grip and rubbed his wrist. “I was out for a few hours, what’s the big deal?”

His father’s expression held nothing but pure fury “What if something happened to you, Anthony? Huh? Did you ever think about that?” That made Tony pause. Some childhood hopefulness rushed back that he believed to be long buried. “I didn’t know you cared.” King Howard scoffed “I don’t care about you, silly child. I’ve spent far too much money and time molding you into the heir of Stark for you to mess it up now.”

The Prince deflated. Of course he didn’t care, why would he? Why would now be any different and why was he still looking for his father’s approval after all these years of being let down again and again? “Well congratulations, Father. Your prize hog is in mint condition. So, you can let me go to my room now and maybe tomorrow we’ll pretend to be a happy family when the Parkers arrive.”

“So good of you to have brought that up, actually.” A cruel smile graced the older man’s face. “Clearly I summoned you here for a reason and it just so happens that the Parkers have everything to do with said reason.”

Oh, fuck, nothing good could come out of this. That smile only predicted disaster. “What are you not telling me?” He questioned suspiciously. Howard looked up, a frustrated expression on his face. “You’re aware that they have a son? He’s around your age I suppose. Perhaps a couple of years younger, cute kid really, a very pretty boy.” It was slightly concerning and disgusting to hear his father speak of the young man that way. He had never met Prince Parker, but he has heard the stories of his kindness and bravery. His father always associated with the Parkers and he was never allowed in the great hall when business was discussed anyway, so why was his father asking him questions he already knew the answers to. “And this concerns me because?” He replied, seemingly indifferent.

“You’re going to marry him.” Tony visibly paled as he tried to wrap his head around what his father just so casually said. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but no words came out for a while. His father seemed equally parts amused and exasperated at his confusion. “Father, I don’t understand. I’ve been betrothed to princess Potts since we were kids and now I’m supposed to marry a man? A prince?” He retorted a little lamely.

“Barbarians raided their kingdom early this morning. It is completely burned to the ground. I’m afraid Princess Potts has no use for us anymore. Their kingdom has fallen.” There was zero compassion in his voice though, a scary nonchalance even. “The Parkers however have an incredible army and lots of gold. They can protect us better and the alliance will be beneficial to the both of us. Your marriage will make our kingdoms one.” He explained as if his son’s life was a mere business transaction.

“Pep...” The Prince’s voice was soft and filled with concern for his friend. “How is she? How is her family?” The King scowled as he stepped closer to the Prince. “Is that care I detect, son? Do I need to beat some sense into you?” Tony flinched and took a step back. “What have I taught you, boy?”

“Stark men are made of iron.” But even iron rusts and bends, he thought. “At least you’re good at memorizing what you’re told. Might be your only redeeming quality actually.” He taunted.

“So... you’re just going to whore me out to the highest bidder? You care more about your throne than you do for your own flesh and blood? I really shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”

“My sweet Tony“ Howard came closer and softly caressed his cheek, Tony was shocked to find him leaning into the touch. “I would let the Parker’s horses fuck you three ways to Sunday if it meant I got to keep my throne for even a second longer” Tony froze, hands trembling and face flushing with heat. “You can either give him your hand or your kingdom and let’s be honest it’s not like I’m letting you make that choice. Get some sleep. We need you to look good tomorrow after all.” And with that he left Tony standing there like a fool, trying to compose himself.

-

Tony looked at the kid and felt for him. Cause that’s what he was, a kid. Beautiful however, with unruly curly chocolate hair, soft pale skin, honey-smooth eyes and a smile so bright. He looked nervous too, gaze darting between his parents and King Howard. It seemed as if he was pleasantly surprised when his eyes finally landed on Tony. He was probably expecting some gigantic, savage, bare-chested monster. After all, there were plenty of ferocious stories about him as well, probably not as lighthearted and kind as the stories about Prince of House Parker.

The younger Prince turned to Tony with his chin raised high “Hello Prince Anthony of Stark or should I call you the Assasiner?” Tony grimaced at the epithet, “Some stories are exaggerated, I’m afraid. You can call me Tony. What should I call you?” He smiled, not unkindly. “Peter, and I was hoping they were. I don’t tend to blindly believe rumors and you don’t seem like a dangerous man, Tony.” Anthony’s smile merely got bigger “I don’t know about that, Peter. I can bite... if you’d like that.” He realized to his own horror that he was flirting with the younger Prince. He could barely contain his racing heart and ragged breathing.

King Howard is looking absurdly pleased with himself, a smug smile planted on his face as he looks upon Tony and Peter. It makes Tony want to do anything and everything he can to wipe it off.

Hello! Yes I am taking short prompts, thank you so much for sending me one! I hope this isn’t completely different from what you wanted 💕 

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“In case you hadn’t noticed Kid, I am not 14 anymore, and neither are you. We are not playing fucking truth or dare.” Tony said, running a hand over his face, this not being the pillow talk he was expecting. Peter was still tightly wrapped in his arms, chest to chest. It didn’t take long before Peter started talking again, it would take more than a good fuck to shut him up, practically as soon as he got his breath back it was a ‘Soooo, Tony. I have an idea.’ all dragged out in a way that tells Tony exactly how long he has been waiting to bring up said idea.  

Tony and Peter had been officially together for a few weeks, once they got over all of the bullshit that kept them apart for years beforehand. Or more specifically, Tony’s bullshit that kept him holding Peter at arms length for years. Peter helped Tony feel again, helped him accept that sometimes it doesn’t matter if you are a mess, you still deserve to be loved. It was a long road, full of tears and arguments, false threats of walking away and drunken phone calls begging them not to, but they got here, right to this moment where Peter was giving him the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen and his heart melted. 

“Oh but Mr. Stark-” 

“Tony. Jesus Kid, you just took my cock, we are most certainly on first name terms.” 

“If I ask nicely, calling you Tony, can we please play truth or dare?” Peter asked and there was that glint in his eye that Tony wished he had missed because it is was his downfall every single time. 

There was a long dragged out sigh as if Tony was fighting with some will power he didn’t have, “Fine. But it better be nice.” 

Peter sat up on his elbow so he got a better look at Tony’s face, “Please please please, Tony-” And with every please he leaned in, saying his name just as their lips brushed, “Could we please play truth or dare?” He asked in barely a whisper. 

The willpower Tony did have wasn’t armed against a pretty thing in his bed begging so nicely, he never called himself a saint. Closing the gap and hand against Peter’s hip gently pulling him closer. It took a few moment’s but he answered the question with a firm, “Dare.” Because they both knew he wasn’t scared of making a fool out of himself. 

Peter whined, looking up at him again, breathing slightly off again from the kiss but neither commented, “No, you are meant to say truth. I have some- Tony.” 

God, it was his own fault for arming him with that word, the whine of his name from Peter’s lips made him utterly defenseless. “So truth or truth. Maybe just say it is an interview next time, Kid.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Truth.” 

Peter grinned at him, adjusting himself so he was an inch or so further back, just enough to look at Tony properly, “First question, how long have you know you love me?” He asked, confident and matter of fact. 

Tony almost choked, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to gather his thoughts. The question might not have been so alarming if they had actually admitted it to each other before. They both knew the feeling was there but saying it aloud was another thing entirely. “Wow Kid. Normally you start with a warm-up question, maybe, have you ever kissed someone before? Who do you fancy?” 

“Mr. Stark I am being serious.” Peter said quietly, cheeks tinged with the perfect shade of pink. 

“So am I, Kid. Well, if you want an honest answer… Shit. Love?” Tony asked quietly, looking off at the wall behind Peter; trying to really think, and Peter let him, resting there silently on the bed. He watched as a small smile tugged at Tony’s lips, “Right, do you remember back when you came home after college? When you- yes that night- when you called me at 3 am because no taxi would take you home in case you puked everywhere?” He asked, finally making eye contact with a currently cringing Peter. “You were sat in my car drunkenly rambling about nothing, but you were so excited about everything. I noticed it more after that, while you were sober. It never mattered what it was, you are so content and positive with life, and you’ve had some shit happen. I don’t know, listening to you talk about how pretty traffic lights are at 4 am made me realise I loved you. Hit me like a truck, kid. But I don’t know how long I have loved you.” He breathed, and suddenly the mood shifted in the room, because it was rare for Tony to bare his heart like this, and a serious answer wasn’t what Peter had been expecting at all, as Tony could probably tell from the shine in his eyes. 

“Tony…” Peter breathed, knowing pushing too much further might ruin the admission, and he thought it was perfect how it was because it was Tony. He reached up to cup his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to his welcoming lips and it felt like the most intimate thing they had ever done, including the things this bed had seen. 

Tony cleared his throat, kissing Peter once more with more a peck, pulling back, “Right, truth or dare?”

Peter was holding onto the moment, hand still stroking Tony’s cheek, looking at him with nothing more adoration in his eyes, “Dare.” He breathed without thinking. 

“Hm, can it be sexual? Because I am leaning towards some more adult games.” Tony said while wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously. 

Can be angst/fluff but basically anything cause I’m bored af

Oh you, with your adorable encouragement. Ily2  @starkeristheendgame 💕💕💕 This is my first Starker fic ever so please go easy on me 😂

Peter laid sprawled out on their couch at Stark tower, his head on the arm, laziest and most comfortable of Tony’s clothes on, all topped off with a bowl of ice cream. Tony had been non-stop all week, going to meeting after meeting, one issue to another, and however much Peter had tried to help it seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Hence why for the second day in a row he was binge-watching terribly brilliant romcoms and eating junk food like he’d had the worst break up in the world, which he hadn’t, although Tony’s absence was starting to get irritating. He understood his boyfriend was in high demand, of course he did, but he still missed their time together. Tony had promised to be home in time for dinner tonight after a lot of shameful pleading from the younger.  By the time Tony came out of the elevator it was late, really late. He must have had about ten missed calls from Peter asking him when he was home, if he remembered Peter was cooking tonight and that he had promised. Tony walked in, hair a mess from where he had been running his hands through it all day, putting a small white cardboard box down on the table before sliding his suit jacket from his shoulders. “Hey, love.” Tony said, eyes finding Peter’s as he sat on the couch again, empty plate in front of him from where he ate alone. Again. Tony was nothing if not observant, his eyes flickering to the kitchen, seeing the small candle still lit on their small table by the wall of windows. “Fuck.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair and taking his seat on the arm of the chair, loosening his tie with the hand that wasn’t running back through his hair. “Dinner… Baby, I am so sorry, I just- You know how its been this week.” He said, looking at Peter before moving closer and reaching over, manhandling the man onto his lap, tucking a finger under his chin to force their eyes to meet. The man sighed when he saw the disappointment in Peter’s eyes, shaking his head, “I should have been here.” He concluded, “Or at least called.”

Peter nodded, “I cooked your favourite. I am not sure it will be as good anymore.” He said quietly, trying not to sound upset because he understood Tony’s commitments.

“I’m surprised you left me some.” Tony laughed, stroking a thumb over Peter’s cheek before his eyes flashed with something, “Oh wait.” He moved Peter onto the couch again, standing up and picking up the white box he had left on the table, “As if I knew I had something to make up for.” He winked, slowly opening up the box to reveal two of Peter’s favourite red velvet cupcakes, complete with cream cheese frosting.