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Love finds Merlin and he allows himself to believe it could be something beautiful only to end up in new role of his destiny.
Words: 833, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Ygraine de Bois (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Uther Pendragon (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Relationships: Ygraine de Bois/Merlin, Ygraine de Bois/Uther Pendragon (Merlin)
Additional Tags: Angst, super sad, Merlin does not get a happy ending, Infidelity, Merlin’s Been Alive And Everyone’s Getting Reincarnated, There’s Hope Like There’s Hope For Canon Merlin
Warning was changed to have MCD in it and one tag is added to say (It's Ygraine... She Dies) just so y'all know and don't freak that it might be Merlin or Arthur lol. Arthur is like an infant... He has almost no part in this lol
A long time ago, in a time where things were much simpler, a writer sat down at a desk and started to create something magical. They worked until they created something we know as Fiction writing. The early styles of fiction are a bit different then the more modern styles of fiction which are written today, which is something that is to be expected as time goes on. Things can’t always stay the…
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 18th century, Jealous Arthur, Bottom Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Confused Merlin, Dandy Wear, Arthur in a Corset, mentions of Gwaine, Anal Sex, Makeup Sex, Bottom Arthur, Bottoming from the Top, Established Relationship
Additional Tags: Chair Sex, Tie Used As Cockring, Bottom Arthur, Topping from the Bottom, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Mentions of Past Uther/Balinor
FIC SUMMARY: Angel worries her relationship with Tony is falling apart after revealing her problem.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHOR’S NOTES: Mentions of Cancer. Okay. Never done a Tony/Anyone before and I’ve never written a POC but she fit the bill for the character when I was writing her. Feedback is always welcome! I hope someone enjoys this.
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Angel sat in the break room of Stark Tower, cold coffee between her hands. She started down at the gray carpet like it held all the answers she could possibly ask.
“It is not your fault.” Wanda reassured her. “Tony wouldn’t do this unless it was something important. I’m sure it’s nothing you’ve done.”
She nodded, knowing–logically–Wanda was right. Tony could be avoiding her because he had a new idea for an upgrade to his suits. He could be on one of his frequent binges of locking himself away to let his brain focus solely on his task. He could also be avoiding her because of what happened six nights ago.
~~~
Six nights earlier
“You know I’d really like to make you my wife.”
“We agreed on this, Tony. I don’t want to legally belong to anyone. We can be happy together like this without involving the court system.” Angel ran a finger from Tony’s brow to his chin. He shivered and scooted closer, burying his nose in her neck.
“Yeah, but how will our kids know we love each other if we don’t have copious amounts of sappy photos of our wedding strewn about the tower, hmm?”
His warm breath spread goosebumps along her whole body. She bit her lip and turned away. She’d been hoping to avoid the subject for as long as possible.
“Tony.” She whispered.
“I mean we can always just be hideously affectionate in front of them–”
“Tony.”
“–or maybe have extravagant month-anniversaries until they fly the coup. Or-”
“Tony!” He pulled back and stared. “I can’t have children.”
There was a beat. “I know you’re still young and-”
“No, I can’t. I…” She sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. Her bronze skin shimmered gold with sweat in the fading light of the sunset. “I don’t…”
“What is it, baby?” He rubbed a hand along her back, sitting up next to her.
“When I was sixteen… I got ovarian cancer. They were germ cell tumors. Both my ovaries and fallopian tubes were removed.” She turned to look at him. The cloud of her dark hair framed her brown face. She worried her lip and waited for a response.
“Angel. I-I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” He took her into his arms. The sparse hair on his chest, matted from their previous exertions, pressed to her arm.
She was still too tense and worried to relax completely. He’d never brought up the subject of children before. She always assumed they’d be fine where they were. She was too busy with work and he was the owner of a multi-billion dollar company.
Their relationship had started fast and then sizzled down to a content companionship over nearly three years. She didn’t want to ruin this with marriage. Her parents had lived peacefully together for over thirteen years, until the year she turned twelve and they decided to tie the knot. It only took a year for their relationship to crumble.
When she acquired cancer at sixteen, they made sure to be there for her when she needed them. And when she was finally free at eighteen, she’d left to study law as her career of choice.
Becoming a consultant to Stark Enterprises and then working directly with Tony Stark was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
“If… If we could have children, would you?”
Angel pulled back and looked up, clearing her thoughts. A sadness touched her eyes and she smiled just barely. “Of course.”
As much as they snarked each other about every possible subject, this was too painful. She refused to imagine how intelligent, beautiful and intuitive their children would be. Refused to think on how hard she would love them, and protect them fiercely. How much chaos they could create given the right environment. She just couldn’t.
Tony wiped a tear from her face and he leaned in for a kiss. They lay together while the sun set, minds working furiously on possibilities and lost opportunities.
~~~
“It’s been six days. What the hell could he be doing? He hasn’t answered my texts, calls, meeting requests! I’m not dealing with this anymore.” Angel stood up, setting her coffee down.
“Have you tried going to talk to him?” Wanda stood with her, just a few inches shorter.
“I tried going to the lab but it was sealed. Friday said he’s involved in a ‘very important life changing invention that he can’t be interrupted for’.”
“Ah, yeah, he does that.”
“I know but, what the fuck, seriously?! I… I exposed myself to him. Things I’ve never told anyone, and he just disappears?!” Frustrated and angry, she paced the room. Her heels were clacking heavily on the tile.
“He can’t stay in there forever.” Wanda offers her hand out, black polished fingers reaching for her friend.
Angel eyed it suspiciously but reached anyway. When Wanda gently closes her hand over Angel’s, the contrast of deep honey brown and pale skin was soothing and reminded her of Tony.
Wanda tugged her out of the break room and out to the training room.
“You know I’m just on break? I have paperwork to get back to.”
“You need to relax and the best way for you to do that is to let off some steam. I’m sure you’re ahead on your paperwork anyway.” Angel rolled her eyes. She really was though. Piled up paperwork was not something she allowed in her office, even the one she had while here at the tower.
Wanda let go of Angel’s hand and swirled her hands, letting her magic flow out and levitating a couple of sandbags.
After becoming friends with Wanda over a case of ‘That Woman Stole My Hidden Snacks’– which they later found out was Vision’s doing– they began helping each other relieve stress over having to deal with some of the idiotic men in the tower. Natasha would join them on occasion but she mostly stuck to sparring with Clint.
Angel wasn’t a natural at fighting to begin with but, with practice, she was proud to say she could probably kick Tony’s ass while in his suit. As long as he couldn’t fly.
Angel removed her pinstripe suit jacket and rolled up her sleeves while kicking off her pumps. “Alright witchy bitch, lets do this.”
Wanda chuckled and tossed the sandbags one after the other. Angel kicked one out of the air and blocked the second.
The two sparred for almost an hour before the “Send Me an Angel” ringtone came from Angel’s jacket. She stopped mid block and got hit by another sandbag.
“I’m so sorry!” Wanda winced.
“It’s alright, really. I gotta get that though. It’s Tony.” She jogged up to her suit jacket and retrieved her phone.
“Hello.”
“Hey babe, come to the lab. Right now, this moment, immediately.” He made smooching noises over the line before hanging up.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! He is so fucking dead.” Angel grabbed her pumps and headed out of the training room. “I’ll see you later Wanda! Thanks for the session!”
“Of course! Anytime, love!”
Angel jogged through the tower on a mission. Her puff of curls shrunken from sweat but still buoyant enough to bounce with her footfalls.
When she entered the lab she dropped her shoes and jacket to the floor. Her first reaction was to lunge at Tony and beat the fuck out of him, but then she took in his appearance and stopped.
He was covered in mint green paint, splotches of black oil and had a few cuts and singe marks here and there. His hair was a mess and his signature goatee and mustache were slightly overgrown.
“What the fuck have you been doing in here?”
“Tada!” He held his arms out like he was presenting her with his greatest invention despite his bedraggled appearance.
“What exactly are you tada-ing?”
“This!” He turned and behind him stood a large, freshly painted machine that looked like a giant egg between two mechanical fingers.
“What the hell is it?”
“It’s the Synthetic External Incubator System. Or SEIS for short.”
“… Seis. Like the number six in spanish?” She stared at him incredulously.
“Sure, why not.” He came closer to her with a smile on his face that made her want to punch his teeth in.
“Are you telling me you spent six days, avoiding me and your duties, to build… an incubator.”
“It’s not just any incubator. It can take DNA samples from an XX host and grow a clone egg. I got a bit of Bruce’s help for that part but it was all my idea.” He smirked and winked.
“Wait, what?” This entire time she was worried he’d hated her. That he was avoiding her because she wouldn’t be able to provide the family he’d been planning in his head for them. “You mean-”
“I can stick a DNA sample of yours and make a clone egg, of you, to fertilize.” He was staring at her, waiting for her praise. He was so damn proud of himself when she entered he hadn’t realized she was furious.
“You–You asshole.”
Tony stepped back, blinking rapidly, completely confused. “What?”
“For six days I was trying to convince myself that you didn’t hate me. I was terrified that you’d tear up my contract and drop me like those super models you used to date. That I was gonna be dumped by mother fucking Tony Stark because I couldn’t have his kids.”
“Why would I…?Angel. I love you. Why would I do something like that?”
“YOU LEFT ME IN YOUR APARTMENT WITH NOTHING! YOU DIDN’T CONTACT ME FOR SIX DAYS AFTER I DROPPED THE BOMB ABOUT MY CONDITION!!!”
“I-…”
“What, Tony?! What?!” She backed away like she was about to run.
“I’m sorry. Angel, please. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I just- I don’t know I-I got caught up on the idea and I ran with it. I just- I get that way. I can’t focus on anything else sometimes and-…” He deflated and turned away. “I just wanted us to have the opportunity to make a child if we ever needed to.” His voice choked in the end, pulling at Angel’s chest like only he could.
“Tony, god, you can’t pull that kind of shit on people, especially me. I thought we were closer than that. It’s been almost three years and you’ve never hid something like this from me.” She stepped closer and pressed herself to his back. He relaxed and grabbed her hands, wrapping them around his waist.
“I know. I’m kind of an asshole… Or so I’m told. I really didn’t think you’d be upset. I could never hate you for something like that.” He turned to face her and cupped the back of her head under the pillow of her damp curls. “I could never hate you for anything and I can’t find the words for how fucking shitty I feel right now for making you think I could.”
“Just don’t do that again, Tony. I might have to sue your ass for all you’ve got.” She smirked and leaned up slightly. Their height wasn’t too far off but he was still a few inches up there.
“Baby, you can have it all.” He leaned down and kissed her slowly. He pulled her close and licked into her mouth, extending the kiss to a full on makeout session.
When they pulled back they were breathing heavy and Tony was backed up against a lab table.
“Mmm, can I take you out to dinner tonight?” He asked while kissing a line from her neck to her exposed collarbone.
“You really wanna wine and dine me after you’ve gotten me all riled up?” Her fingers carded through his hair and she pulled him closer.
“Yeah, me neither.” He hoisted her up in his arms, pulling her legs to wrap around his waist. “Friday! Lock the lab and no disturbances till I say!”
“We should shower first.”
“Right.” And he walked to the shower stall tucked away in his office carrying the mother of his future children, if not his wife.
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FIC SUMMARY: Thor and Jane have been split for years but there will always be a little something only they can provide each other.
RATING: E
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHOR’S NOTES: Well, this was born from a RL experience. It’s much better and nicer than what actually happened but I figured it worked well because they technically aren’t together anymore in the MCU. Feedback is always welcome!
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Konungs-Dróttning = King's Queen
Nidre = traitor
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[What are you doing?]
Jane stared at her phone. She was a little confused because Darcy never contacted her anymore, always busy running around at Loki’s side causing all sorts of mischief. When she would contact her, it was always straight to the meat. Darcy never bothered with what Jane might be doing. So, when the next text came, after no response, she understood.
[Soooo Thor’s on earth for a bit aaaand kinda wants to see you?]
She could hear the questioning lilt of Darcy’s voice and practically see her red lips stretched in an expectant grimace.
Jane sighed and shook her head.
[I’m not busy. Send him over.]
She didn’t bother saying where she was. S.H.I.E.L.D always knew where everyone was.
Thor had been gone for over three years. After the elves were dealt with he’d come back to earth but things didn’t last. He was too different. He worried about Asgard too much and expected things to be done a certain way. He required constant human contact and affection, something she just couldn’t provide. Her introverted nature always made it feel too overburdened to be constantly hounded by the demi-god on a daily basis.
Eventually, he left for home after a mutual agreement, and apparently all hell broke loose on Asgard. Loki was discovered in the place of Odin. Having been king for almost a year with no incidents didn’t change the mind of many Asgardians, so there was an uproar. Thor went back and claimed the throne.
Somehow, Darcy had managed to sneak up there on Asgard when Thor had left and caught the eye of Loki. Things were crazy for a while but then Jane stopped getting information on how they were doing. Mostly because she stopped asking.
The last she’d heard, Thor had taken a queen but she had betrayed him to the Jotun and Loki was the one who had figured it out. Apparently, saving the king of Asgard put you in a good enough light to absolve at least some crimes of attempted genocide of a–supposedly– inferior species.
Loki was appointed as advisor at Thor’s side. Darcy stayed as Loki’s mistress and all seemed well.
Jane was alone. In her small apartment in New Jersey, continuing her research. She traveled when she had a lecture, but for the most part, she stayed home. She was getting tired of constantly being asked about Thor and the other Avengers so she took less and less lecture opportunities when her brief adventures overshadowed her actual hard worked research.
The crashing sound of warped space came from the miniature courtyard surrounding her meager apartment. She didn’t even flinch.
Jane curled up on her couch chair, staring at her notes spread across the coffee table. The muffled angry yells from her landlord made her smile. The deep timber of a quiet apology made it fall.
Once the fuss was down outside, she heard and felt a heavy knock at her door. She cursed her landlord for being too easy on goodlooking men, especially tall, tanned, blond ones in armor, and giving them her apartment number.
She hesitated only a minute before getting up and opening her door.
He seemed taller, impossibly more broad and lean. His blond hair reached just past his shoulders and his bangs were tied back around the crown of his head. Could his eyes get any bluer?
He smiled at her and the warmth of what they once had flooded her. She smiled widely and let him in.
“How are you?”
She wanted to tell him that she really didn’t want to see him, to be reminded of their foolhardy relationship or the anti-climactic dismissal. But she couldn’t burden him with that. He was a king. He had an entire realm to see to.
“I’m good. Better than I could ever hope for, actually. How’s Asgard?”
“Docile, at the moment, but I feel a riot on the horizon over Darcy’s appointment.” He waited for Jane to ask. He always knew baiting her would get her interested in any event he offered, so long as it was presented with as little upfront as possible.
“Appointment?”
“She is to be a court advisor along with Loki. She is also pregnant, which is causing much a stir among the many of my kind who oppose such unions.” He surveyed the small apartment before fixing his stare back on Jane. “May I sit?”
She flinched and realized she was probably being rude. “Of course, sorry. You can take the chair, it’s the comfiest.” She quickly gathered her notes from the table while Thor removed his cape and sat down.
“Did you want anything thing to drink or eat? I’ve got poptarts.”
He smiled and shook his head. “No, I ate before arriving. Would you just sit with me?” Something in his tone told her she couldn’t refuse even if he didn’t mean it to be so commanding. The look in his eyes caused a lump in her throat to well up, so she just nodded and sat across from him in her tweed loveseat.
“I’m sorry to hear about Nidre.”
“It is alright. I was blinded. I should have seen through her trickery from the beginning… but it cannot be changed now.” Jane had heard from Darcy that Nidre was a chocolate haired, sharp featured woman with brains that would rival her own but so much more affectionate. Of course Thor wouldn’t be able to resist.
Sitting in her well-used chair, that normally engulfed her, Thor seemed to capsize it with his large form. He seemed so out of place in his royal garb–armor and dark fine fabrics woven in unearthly patterns. His cape was set aside.
“I guess it’s good Loki was there. I mean who else would have seen through a Jotun disguise better than him?” She avoided eye contact. Was this all he wanted to talk about? Was there even a reason he was here?
Her question was answered when she looked up to him kneeling next to her.
“Jane.” Not a question. A statement. A reverence he only ever used with her when they were alone. She hadn’t heard it in years but it still had the same fluttering effect inside her stomach.
She turned away, unwilling to see him.
His large hand landed on her knee, thumb caressing the bone and she felt herself crumble.
He stood and removed his outer armor and a few garments, leaving him in just his dark navy trousers and a sleeveless top that looked suspiciously like Fruit of the Loom. Of course he couldn’t give up everything from earth.
When he settled back down he laid his head over her lap. She shifted so his shoulders splayed her knees and he lifted his arms to wrap around her waist.
He hugged her close and nuzzled her belly. She’d grown thin after the separation but in recent years her solidarity spawned bouts of indulgence and she’d gained a bit of weight. Not much but enough to leave her thicker than before. Thick enough for Thor to notice.
He hummed and whispered “So soft. I like it.” She couldn’t help but hitch her breath in a light chuckle.
He lay there, in her lap, just breathing against her thigh and hip. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t missed this. Of course, the times she was up for cuddling, it was perfect. They could lay together for hours just moving against each other, slow as sloths, never advancing things to more heated moments, just enjoying the closeness.
She ran her fingers through his hair. Soft and flaxen, always too perfect. Her nails combed through the strands and massaged his scalp gently until he purred.
“Creature comforts.” She hadn’t meant to say it outloud but Thor always managed to get her to drop her guard in these situations and, more often than not, her thoughts escaped.
He hummed in agreement and nuzzled closer. Her hand moved lazily down his back and felt the hard muscles beneath. His back arched like cat, urging her on. Her nails drug against the expanse of him.
The moment only last a few more seconds before he pulled back languidly and reached up to her cheek, guiding her lower to his face. When their lips met it was a homecoming. Welcoming and warm, sweet and slow, experienced and easy. They knew each other’s bodily responses too well, even after so long.
It was no surprise, then, when he lead her to her bedroom.
It was almost comedic how they arrived. He didn’t exactly know where the bedroom was but he gave it effort. The hall closet door was almost ripped off in his attempt to get her in before he realized it was just clothes.
Jane giggled, carefree for the moment, easily slipping into that comforting familiarity. Thor looked at her like he had back then. Like she was the only being in the universe and all the reasons she held onto for them not to do this, for her not to give in, died with that.
Their clothes littered her small bedroom quickly and Thor’s heavy masculine figure towered over her. Even naked he was a vision of royalty.
He kneaded her hips while he gently pressed to down to the bed. Her threadbare sheets still a mess from the morning but she couldn’t bother herself to care. His mouth and tongue were hot against her neck, his thin stubble roughly chafing at her cheek and collar bone but she just pressed him closer.
He rolled his hips into her thigh, his knee between her legs spreading her apart. She breathed heavily into his hair that always smelled like a musky cedarwood tree fallen in a windstorm.
He lifted himself to kiss her and prepare her. His thick, long fingers found her untamed mound and slipped easily inside. She didn’t dare think of how long she’d been in this state. He worked in her needlessly. She knew she was ready for him and so did he but he always loved teasing her. Whimpering into his shoulder, she bucked up, knowing he couldn’t resist when she reacted so enthusiastically.
His cock hung heavily between them while he cleaned his fingers in his mouth, humming in satisfaction. He aligned himself and started sucking on her neck. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pushed in. The burning stretch was only an afterthought to the pulsing sensation his lips were sending from her neck straight to her cunt.
She barely noted that the keening sound was coming from her own throat when he started moving. He began slowly and steadily picked up the pace. He angled himself to hit just the right spot inside that drove her over the edge but he knew it would never be enough. Grunting loudly, he thrusted harder, gripping the splintered headboard and shaking the entire room. She could do little more than wrap her legs around his waist and hope he didn’t break her bed. It was last one she’d bought before their separation.
When his thrusts became erratic and the headboard started groaning on the verge of collapse, he lowered one hand down to her clit and circled it just the way he knew she liked until her world came crashing down along with her entire bed frame. The inconvenience went unnoticed while Thor continued his assault until he shouted and buried himself deep, coating her insides with his otherworldly seed.
He nearly lost his balance rolling off her from the size of the bed. She yelped and laughed while she reached for him. He regained his position with a grin and pulled her close. They snuggled together in post-cotial exhaustion, still too warmed by the moment to care that it was coming to an end.
There was awkward small talk of S.H.I.E.L.D, Darcy and Loki’s union and pregnancy and the benefits of compressed Bifrost-like travel system for frequent travelers, after they dressed. He turned in the doorway and ducked under the frame to kiss her one last time with a large smile and he was gone. She didn’t wait to see him off. The door was shut before he was even off her stoop and the sound of warping light and her yelling landlord were drowned out by her heavy thoughts.
She couldn’t blame him for their moment of weakness. They were each other’s. It was hard to imagine that they just couldn’t work but it was the truth. They both knew it and had agreed, but that attraction was still there, so who was anyone to say they couldn’t have their moments?
Some days later a whole new and expensive bed set arrived at her home via S.H.I.E.L.D agents and all she could do was smile at the name printed on the box.
Konungs-Dróttning
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