#winterironwidow

✨myself✨ /j

the obligatory winterwidow, because omfg being lost in trauma and time and still coming back to each other over the decades? beautiful. I also love the "James" "Natalia" UGHHH 🫠 beefy skilled assassin^2

y'know what I've been thinking about lately? Natasha/Bucky/Clint (comics, I prefer Nat and Clint solely platonic in mcu). The idea of two dumbasses chasing after the sexy powerful redhead, oh yes. "I want two boyfriends and I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends" -Natasha, probably. I love the sprinkle of pining after the same woman and getting stuck with this other schmuck, only to be like wait he's kinda...

just Clintasha is alright but I prefer them as besties & Clint as a disaster who can't hold onto a woman

I can get down with some Natasha/Pepper, or Natasha/Maria. I have this violent inkling Natasha is bi (sometimes I like to hc her as lesbian when I'm not shipping her with men) but I don't have a solid grasp on wlw ships for her :/ if there r other common ones let me know. I like her with Pepper because the thought of Tony having two hot female best friends who kiss sounds like rainbows and puppies. How did Nat and Pepper get so close after Tony stepped down as CEO? Who knows... (lesbian magic)

Royalty AU / Marvel - Winterironwidow / Hot cider

The peace treaty had been signed. That was the good news.

And it was, really, very good news. The negotiations had been mostly amicable, the settled terms were fair, and it would mean decades of peace, at least. James felt nothing but relief and happiness about the treaty.

The bad news was that it would be several more weeks before the assembled royalty and nobles finished throwing banquets and balls to impress each other with and finally went home. And now that the treaty had been signed, the nobility had no way to amuse itself aside from trying to play matchmaker for the eligible set.

Including -- especially -- the eligible royals: Prince Anthony, Princess Natalia, and of course, James himself.

It was rare for so many royals to be in one place for any length of time, so most of the noble parents were doing their best to shove their children in front of them.

When he had to, James dutifully danced with the children of the highest-ranked and most powerful nobles, making painfully stilted conversation. The rest of the time, he managed to scare off all but the most determined with a foreboding scowl and a stubborn refusal to notice the people who were, sometimes literally, throwing themselves into his path.

Natalia handled her suitors with somewhat more aplomb, but after three days she, too, was visibly sagging.

Tony, on the other hand, seemed to be utterly delighted. He was constantly surrounded by a small swarm of nobles of all ranks, each of them vying for his attention. He bowed, he flattered, he danced, he conversed -- and either the prince’s interests were so wide-ranging that every single topic was a matter of complete fascination, or else his ability to feign absorption was the finest acting James had ever seen.

James would wager his finest horse that every young noble Tony danced with wondered if they might expect a call from Prince Anthony the next morning, or at least an invitation to luncheon. And James would wager his favorite horse that not a single one of those fantasies had borne fruit.

The scent of spiced cider was all the warning James had before Natalia appeared at his shoulder. “You look as if you are trying to figure out how to justify beheading every one of them,” she murmured.

“They think just because he’s nice to them, they can have him,” James growled.

“But they won’t,” Natalia said. She pressed a glass into his hand, warm and sweet-smelling. “Have some hot cider, and appreciate that he’s keeping so many of them out of our way.”

He sipped, and managed not to grimace at the oversweet taste, his eyes still following Tony, who was chatting cheerfully with the daughter of an earl, apparently oblivious to the powdered bosom she was doing her best to press against Tony’s body.

“It’s probably a good thing that treaties aren’t expected to be sealed with a marriage anymore,” Natalia commented idly.

“Do you?” He dragged his gaze away from the dance floor to meet Natalia’s fey emerald eyes.

“Of course.” She smiled at him secretively. “Consider it. If your parents had told you that you must wed me, or Anthony, to seal the peace, you would have decided in that instant that you utterly hated us, and it would have taken years for us to even become friends, much less anything else.”

James hummed thoughtfully and took another sip of the cider as he considered his agemates and peers, and the secret passages that riddled this ancient palace, including the ones that would lead both of them to his room, after the ball was done.

“You may be right.”

Oooh, winterironwidow 👀

Diamond in the Rough

"I want him," Bucky murmured, leaning his chin on his hand.

Natasha paused in checking her weapons, instead turning her gaze on the lighted ring below them. The man being shown off currently was dressed in flowy fabrics that swirled around him as he danced. His smile might have looked alluring to other auction-goers, but Natasha could see it was brittle, eyes darting back and forth to try and find an escape. His fingers twitched against his fans as if there was something in them, but they crumpled a little in his grip, and he he relaxed his hands again. He looked like a rabbit surrounded by snakes, expecting one of them to leap out and strike him.

"We were told to purchase Peter and no one else," Natasha replied, trailing her fingers over the purse with the money in it. They'd already purchased Peter, but leaving before the auction was over would have been considered poor taste, could even make it apparent that they were part of the rebel faction. She watched the man on the floor drop into the splits, chest heaving, smile fixed. Well-trained. Most people probably couldn't even tell he was seething with rage. "We can't afford him," she added simply.

"I can," Bucky replied with a shrug as he watched one of the brunet's handlers come out and cinch his hands together with a belt behind his back. His eyes trailed down the man's back as he was led off the floor.

Natasha paused again, turning her considering gaze on him instead. It was true that Bucky rarely used his pay for anything beyond food and maybe an armor upgrade after battle. She never would have thought he'd save up enough for a purchase like this, though. "Why?" she finally asked. "He'll be a burden."

"We can teach him," Bucky answered firmly. "He has the base down. He just needs a little polishing up. You've found rougher diamonds. Peter, for example," he added, finally dragging his gaze from the floor.

Natasha tilted her head. "You can't be certain he has base skills. He could just be an entertainer. Entertainers have perfect control of their bodies, too, not just assassins."

"Then we'll have an entertainer," Bucky replied, shrugging again.

"Am I not enough for you?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Bucky finally turned to return her gaze, smirk sharp, even a little mean around the edges. "Of course you are. I'm just saying, it's nice to have another body in bed during the winter nights, isn't it?"

Natasha crossed her arms, staring. Finally, she said, "You'll argue even if I say no. Why are you being so insistent? What is it about him?"

"It's him," Bucky said, as if that was all the answer she needed.

And maybe it was. Natasha remembered the stories he'd tell late at night, when it was dark and she was trailing her fingers up and down his back. 'There was a boy,' he'd always start. A boy too smart and pretty and proud for his own good. His uncle had had his parents killed and then, when the boy wouldn't cow to him, had sold him off. The king hadn't done anything about it, and it had made he and Steve realize what a bad person he was, and so they'd entered into the rebellion without a second thought. 'I tried to find him, but I never could,' he'd always finish, just before she kissed his forehead as he drifted off to sleep.

"I suppose... he would be passable with some training," Natasha allowed, because clearly he'd once kept some sort of sharp weapon inside his fans, and they'd been removed. She wondered if his handlers had learned that the hard way. Grimly hoped they had. Then she frowned at Bucky severely. "I still expect to be the big spoon."

Tony gets kidnapped a lot. As in so often, he introduced himself to his fellow university students with the infamous words, “My name is Tony, I like coffee and I get kidnapped a lot.”

[It’s apparently turned into a meme or maybe an inside joke. One people always laugh twice about, one when they here it for the first time and once when they see Tony get kidnapped for the first time.]

At first, everyone thought Tony just likes to make jokes about his father’s money, but after the sixth or seventh incident that put a couple of his fellow engineering students in the hospital -- and also, incidentally, led to the birth of DUM-E, the engineering departments pride and joy -- people have started to take him serious.

For example, everyone knows better than to drink Tony’s coffee. Not because he goes ballistic -- though there is that too -- but because you never know what today’s wannabe kidnapper’s drugged it with. You also never let Tony enter or leave a classroom first or last, that’s just asking for trouble. And no one, no one, is to trust a sudden stand-in professor or new TA.

The point is, when a guy in black leather drives his motorcycle over the roof, flies through the air, through two windows and skitters to a stop right in front of Tony and his friends, who are sitting outside in a rare, shady place -- coincidentally not in direct view of the most commonly used sniper positions -- reaches out with a hand made of metal to grab a squeaking Tony by his hoodie, pull him onto his motorcycle and drives off with him, Tony’s best friend Rhodey sighs a deep sigh of utter, mentally done with this world exhaustion and everyone moves on with their lives.

[”Shouldn’t we call the police?” the new English lit professor -- who is still eyed warily by the entire student population -- asks hesitantly.

Her TA snorts. Pauses when he sees her genuine confusion.

“Oh, right, you’re new here.”]

Tony, meanwhile, is quietly mourning the probably-not-drugged coffee he dropped when metal hand -- and how cool is that? -- grabbed him. And also humming in interest at the young woman, dressed in the exact same skin-tight leather suit kidnapper number 1 wears, eyes him dubiously.

“Are you sure you took the right one? He’s so-- fluffy.”

“You’re fluffy,” Tony snaps, mortally offended.

"I’m sorry for kidnapping you like that,” Metal hand says surprisingly earnestly and snatches the knife kidnapper number 2 throws with a snarled “I am not fluffy!” out of the air with an ease that speaks of lifelong practice. Tony’s definitely jealous.

“It’s fine.” Tony waves him off because he rarely gets an apology, and thus always appreciates it. “You’re like the sixteenth to do so since classes started again.”

“...right.” Metal arm eyes him for a long moment. Tony stares back. It’s as good a thing to do as anything. “My point is--”

"Are you wearing a protective sleeve or a prothesis?” Tony interrupts. He’s heard the whole We’re-sorry-for-the-inconvenience-but-we-need-money-and-you’re-an-easy-way-to-get-to-your-mother speech before. Loki has actually written a parody for a seminar once. It was so good, it got published in the student newspaper.

“You’re our soulmate,” the woman says.

Tony blinks.

“Nat!”

“What? You were taking too long.”

“I’m you’re what.” Tony says in a completely reasonable deadpan.

Metal hand shrugs sheepishly. “Machine gave the name out a few weeks ago. Gotta say, it took a while to track you down. We were worried HYDRA would get to you first. Or SHIELD.”

Tony stares. It takes half an hour to go through the details because these people are terrible at explaining anything, but what the entire thing comes down to is-- “You’re both freelance assassins at the top of the foodchain and when people got nervous and decided to get you under control, they used a machine that spat out my name and now an international terrorist organization and an international spy organization are after me.”

“You’re our soulmate. And you practically scream ‘easy target’. You’re fluffy.” Nat sniffs.

“There’s no such thing as soulmates,” Tony says, also quite reasonably and ignores the way Nat’s eyes narrow. He’s never heard of the concept of soulmates before, outside of romances and TV shows, that is. Except-- “Actually, that explains a lot.”

Nat smirks. Bucky -- and what kind of codename is Bucky -- looks suspicious. “What do you mean, ‘explains a lot’.”

“JARVIS keeps insisting the weekly kidnapping attempts have gone up in the last two weeks. I thought he was being paranoid, I really need to downgrade the suspicion protocol, or that maybe the it would average out in the next month, but apparently he was right and this is a new trend.”

For the @buckybarnesbingo

A big thank you @dreaminglypeach who betaed most of my work and made it possible for me push out one piece after another.

Everyone at the bbb discord, you guys are amazing too and it was terrific to join you in the Round Ribon Madness!!!!  Fills: B1: Thirst ~ Guarding You- Chapter 2: Guard Your Heart ~ Rating: E ~ WinterIronHusbands B2: Kink: edging ~ Competitive Edge  ~Rating: E ~ Stucky, hinted Stuckony (prerelationship) B3: Lost their powers ~ BBB November 2020 Round Robin  ~Rating: G B4: Collateral damage ~ BBB Discord Party Round Robin  ~Rating: T ~ Stucky, FrostPepperony  B5: Bucky/Tony ~ The Muse's Mark  ~Rating: M ~WinterIron

U1Kink: you're such a tease ~ Your Teasing Makes Me Hot  ~Rating: E  ~WinterIron U2Image: Tony fixing Bucky's arm ~ The Difference Between Before And Now  ~Rating: M ~ (pre) WinterIron U3: Graveyard ~ HYDRA's Dolly  ~Rating: T   U4: Rhodey/Tony/Bucky ~ Are You Sure About This?  ~Rating: E ~ WinterIronHusbands U5: Partner in crime ~ Catch Me If You Can  ~Rating: E ~ WinterIron

C1: Presumed dead ~ A Letter To The Dead  ~Rating: M ~ WinterIron C2: Jealously ~ And They Were Roommates  ~Rating: T ~  WinterIron, one-sided Justin/Tony C3: Free square ~ Stupidi in amori  ~Rating: T ~Stuckony C4: Kink: knife play ~ I Trust You  ~Rating: M ~ Stucky C5: Mind control or brainwashing ~ The Name You Gave Me  ~Rating: M 

K1: Kink: body worship ~ To Love Every Peace Of You  ~Rating: E ~WinterIron, (background) Steve/Rhodey K2: "Are you even trying?" ~ BBB Round Robin Fic - October 2020  ~Rating: T ~ everyone is poly because Avengers   K3: Kink: body modification ~ Modify Babe  ~Rating: M ~ WinterIron K4: Writing format: outsider POV ~ The Name You Gave Me - Chapter 5: A List Of Sins  ~Rating: M  K5: Great depression ~ The other Earth (-Beginning-)  ~Rating: M ~WinterIronWidow

I’ve run into some pricey fixes for my car and I’m hoping to off-set the cost with some writing commissions!  

$5 for 400-600 words $10 for 1-1.5K words 

You can sign up for a slot on my KoFi page, or if you want something longer, then email me at [email protected] to talk price & length. Or just feel free to email if you’d like to discuss prompts or concerns you have, etc.

My AO3 page is here to see my previous work. I like happy endings and I’m especially good for all sorts of AU’s. Both SFW & NSFW prompts are welcome, though I reserve the right to decline commissions for any reason. 

I mostly write Tony x Bucky, but I’m also willing to write other pairings including poly relationships so feel free to email me with any questions.  

Tony: If it's a dirty, rough threesome with you and Bucky on my Stark Industries desk I'm definitely going to take it.

Natasha: What?