Game of Thrones - His Wolf, Her Kraken Chapter One
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Pairings: Theon Greyjoy x Original Female Character
Description:
Arenna Stark grew up adoring Theon Greyjoy.
Theon Greyjoy grew up hating Arenna Stark.
In the midst of war, Robb Stark decides to ensure the loyalty of the Greyjoys by marrying of his sister Arenna to Theon. Arenna will do whatever it takes to keep Winterfell under Stark rule, even if that means marrying the boy who bullied her all her life.
Warnings: None. (This fanfiction will eventually be explicit!)
AN: Another reminder, this chapter will be in third person, the reminder of the fanfiction will be in first person. Thanks for reading!
Chapter One
It was a warm day in Winterfell, warmer than it had been in many moons. Eddard Stark rode on his horse, he rode proudly as his men and he headed back to Winterfell. The Iron Islands had been crushed under his forces and the King's. King Roberts reign stayed strong, and Ned Stark rode home with a small boy of nine by his side, riding on a smaller horse. Theon Greyjoy, the fourth born of Lord Balon and Lady Alannys Greyjoy, now the Stark's ward. Hostage, by the King's orders.
Arenna Stark stood third in line in the square of Winterfell. The castle stood proudly behind the Starks. First in line was Catelyn Stark stood first in line, she looked tired, her husband being in battle worried her beyond words. Next to her was her eldest son, Robb Stark, he stood proudly, all but nine years old and already acting like the man of the family. Good practise for when he would become Lord of Winterfell one day.
Next in line, after Arenna, stood her younger sister Sansa, four years old, only two years younger than Arenna. And then after two handmaids stood, one holding Arya Stark, and the other Bran Stark. The two youngest Starks at two and one.
Arenna looked up at her brother, Robb, he already towered over her, he looked so tidy, so perfect, it had her looking down at her own outfit. She was wearing the nicest gown she owed, her mother wanted all the Stark children to look their best, all for the return of their father. Arenna thought she stood out in between Robb and Sansa, they both had their mother's beautiful auburn hair, whereas she had dark brown hair, she looked like her half brother Jon.
"Stand up straight children, I can see your father now" Catelyn spoke, her three eldest children listened, shuffling slightly on the ground as they stood, trying to look their best. Jon Snow stood behind them, wishing so to be standing at front with his half siblings. Lady Stark would never let him.
Ned Stark walked into the square and climbed off his horse, Theon looked around, he tried to not look scared, he wanted to go home, not be here.
First Ned walked to his wife, holding her close, she gave him a quizzed look as she eyed the small boy standing close to her husband's horse. She felt anger bubble, the last time her husband left and came home with a boy, it was that bastard she had to look upon every day. Surely her husband wouldn't be repeating his actions.
"This is Theon Greyjoy, he will be our ward" Ned explains, Cat visibly relaxes. Ned then goes to each of his children, hugging them close, giving them words of love. Arenna hugged her father tightly and then stepped back to her spot in line, Ned moved to Sansa and Arenna looked past her father. Theon Greyjoy, that's what her father called him, Arenna eyed him, and smiled brightly to him, but he didn't match her smile, he glared and then avoided eye contact with anyone.
As the days went on, Arenna tried to speak to Theon, he wouldn't answer back, but she carried on talking to him, following him around the square of Winterfell and the halls of the castle. The Lord and Lady of Winterfell thought it adorable, their first girl having a crush on the boy.
"Leave me alone" Theon snapped quietly to Arenna, he already hated the girl, she was an annoying child, true he was also a child. But he was nine, a lot older and less annoying than the six year old Arenna. Robb would always invite his little sister to play, further annoying Theon. He could not escape the girl.
And as days turned into weeks turned into months, Theon would become harsher with his words, calling Arenna names, eventually the younger girl would stop spending her time with her brothers and Theon for she was a girl. Her mother started her in sewing and other lady activities. She saw less of Theon, but her adoring of the boy never stopped, even as they all grew, her mother had another son, and it seemed they were the happiest of families. Until the King came to visit.
Arenna had barely celebrated her seventeenth name day when King Robert came to Winterfell, she found herself in that all familiar line in the square. Lord and Lady Stark stood first with little Rickon clinging to Catelyn's leg, next was Robb, he looked ever so handsome now aged twenty. And then Sansa, Arya and Bran all stood after Arenna. The king looked them all up and down, speaking to them all individually, the only things he had to say to Arenna and Sansa were how pretty they looked. It bothered Arenna but she stayed quiet. Once the King and her father left she heard Theon's voice from behind her.
"The King lies you know" He whispered it harshly and with the Queen standing in front of them all, Arenna knew she couldn't whip round and call Theon something horrible. Not that he would care, Theon was quick to insult her and he found it easy enough, he'd laugh when she tried to insult her back.
The king and his family didn't stay long, and they brought the worst of changes to her family. Within a few weeks Arenna's family was torn apart, her father and both sisters were gone on their way to King's Landing along with their direwolves. Leaving Arenna alone with her brothers and her poor direwolf; Lythana alone with only her wolf brothers.
And from then on things only got worse, her father was killed by the horrible new king Joffrey and her sisters now were captive. Robb went to war for them, and soon she was no longer in Winterfell, Robb now twenty-one and Arenna eighteen were living in god awful tents, planning battle together, Arenna hated it, she missed Winterfell, she was not maid to live in tents on a field.
And truthfully for a while, Arenna didn't think it could get any worse, but that was when her brother told her of his plans for her and Theon.
Summary: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts fell in love as teenagers and had a kid, Maxine Stark, who would grow up to be a bio engineer. Here she was, now an adult and learning how to navigate the world she wanted to live in, as well as the one her father lived in. Enjoy these slices of life moments that happen throughout different periods of time along the MCU timeline.
Pairings: Tony Stark!Dad x OC Maxine Stark
Steve Rogers x OC Maxine Stark (romantic pairing)
A/N: hiiii friends. had most of this sitting in my google docs for a while and just got the motivation and inspo to finish it up. This is one of my favorite scenes from all the avengers movies because it’s just so nice seeing them ~live life~ lol. I love these two so FUCKING much. Like they take up such a big part of my heart. Hope you enjoy this little chapter, let me know if you’d like to be tagged!
Word Count: 3.7k words
May 2nd 2015
The party at the Avengers tower was lively and loud. Close to 200 people were invited and that meant 300 people showed up. Tony wasn’t a stranger to these types of events, but it was out of his element not having Pepper there to help coordinate. Luckily Happy and Rhodey along with some of the maintenance staff really helped pull everything together.
“Where are the ladies?” Agent Hill joked.
“Pepper is off running a billion dollar company” Tony bragged.
“Jane is in some country or other. I believe she was nominated for a Nobel Peace prize.” Thor tried to one up Tony.
“and I’m right here.” Max’s voice chimed from behind them.
“Ah! My girl!” Tony cooed and wrapped his free arm around the girl as he lifted the other one with a drink in it.
Rhodes smiled at the girl he considered a niece. “Good to have you around, Max.”
“Yes, little Stark. It is a pleasure.” Thor smirked knowingly and corrected himself. “Max.” He lifted his drink and tucked his head a little to cheers her and apologize.
“What no galas, conventions or lab research tonight?” Tony said looking at his daughter who used those excuses many times in the past.
“I’m actually wrapping up my research for a bit so I can go along with about 7 other engineers and doctors to Sokovia.” She took a sip of her own drink hoping Tony didn’t flip out.
“What’s in Sokovia?” Rhodes asked, seemingly interested.
“About 100 amputees and thousands of underserved people who could benefit from the research we’ve already conducted. We unfortunately won’t be giving them restorative or regenerated limbs just yet but some will be a part of a trial while others we plan to provide them with advanced level prosthetics. I, personally, will be conducting the trials.” She explained.
Thor’s eyes widened in astonishment along with Rhodey while Agent Hill smiled.
Tony turned to the group, “My daughter, the helper.” He smiled knowing he had out done Thor.
“I’ll be making my rounds just wanted to say hi to dad.” Max interrupted their testosterone fest. She gave a quick kiss to her father as she slipped away into the crowd, starting conversations with the next group of people on her list of rounds.
Sam and Steve were walking up the stairs to the second floor of the party having a small conversation about this and that. As they reached the railing they began looking around at the party below them. It was out of both of their elements. Sam, who just entered into this life while Steve was still adapting to life out of the 40s.
Steve’s eyes traveled the room seeing all of his friends interacting and drinking, laughing and having a good time. His glance came to a halt when he saw her. The first thing catching his attention was her laugh. That fucking laugh. It gave him goosebumps hearing it again, along with flashbacks to the night they last spent together. Followed up by the rejection she gave him, which he was understanding of, but he’d lie if he said it didn’t hurt.
The second thing he noticed was the small band of color in her hair that most would miss at a glance, but not Steve. It was a signature for her. Then his eyes moved to the all black outfit she had on. A black tank top with lace peeking through tucked into black jeans. In a sea full of women who were in dresses, men in suits, she stood out while fitting in perfectly.
“You find a place in Brooklyn yet?” Sam’s voice brought Steve back to the moment in front of him.
“I don’t know if I can afford a place in Brooklyn.” Cap laughed.
“Yea,” Sam chuckled. “But hey, home is home.”
The comment made Steve move his eyes back over to the girl. The words Sam said repeated in his head until he decided to pull himself away and join Thor with a couple of the veterans Tony invited.
They began shooting the shit, talking, and drinking. Typical party behavior. Thor brought out a flask of liquor from Asgard for him and Steve, pouring it into their cups.
“Hello boys. Saving some for me?” Max’s voice caused Steve to look back where she was standing. He thought it’d be awkward, since the last time he saw her was that night. But he should’ve known better that Max wasn’t one to make anything weird.
“This is not a drink for mortal men.” Thor boomed with a smile. “Or women.”
“I’ll try my luck.” Her confidence was bold.
Thor nodded and gave the girl a healthy amount of the drink, but not nearly the amount he gave to Steve or himself.
“So little Stark, how have you been?” Thor asked now that he was able to really converse with the girl.
“Alright, you know just working.” She shrugged.
“You’re telling me, with your young life, your Stark life, you aren’t out having any fun?” Thor rolled his eyes.
Maxine’s eyes darted to Steve with a devilish glare, and then back to Thor. “Trust me, Thor. I have my share of fun.” Her hand raised to his arm as she leaned over and placed the finished drink in front of him. “Plenty of it.”
With that, she walked away to the railing and looked out over the party, much like Steve was earlier.
“That girl is trouble.” Thor laughed, finishing his own drink. “But she’s wildly smart.” He looked over at Steve. “Apparently she’s going to Sokovia to heal their people.”
Steve looked at Thor with a frown. “I thought she was working on that regenerative health project.”
“She’s taking that research and applying it over there, or something of that sort.” Thor briefly explained before he excused himself to sit on the couch.
Steve’s eyes moved over to the rail where the girl was now hunched over, not standing straight like before. He immediately made his way over to her.
“You alright?” He quickly moved his hand around her waist to help her stand up properly.
“I don’t feel so hot.” She said, gripping her hand around his shoulder to keep her balanced and standing.
“Alright, come on, I’ll get you some water.” He said maneuvering her against him so they looked normal side by side as they walked down the stairs.
“Don’t tell Thor.” She laughed as she clung to his side. “Or Tony.” She laughed again.
Steve chuckled at her comments. “I wouldn’t dare.” He plopped her onto the bar stool as he went to go get water for the girl across the bar.
She sipped the water and it brought life back into her. “So I guess he was right that stuff isn’t meant for us average women.”
“If you were to ask me you’re anything but average.” Steve said, sipping a beer he grabbed, still standing behind the counter.
“Are you flirting with me, Captain?” Max’s eyes opened a bit wider as her lips pressed against the bottle of water and she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Just stating facts, is all.”
There was a brief silence where the two just stared at each other for a minute before Steve spoke up.
“Heard you’re going to Sokovia.”
“Word travels fast around here. Tony’s learning from Pepper’s PR skills.” Max sighed. “I leave technically tomorrow.”
“Happy for you.” Steve kept his thoughts and comments short and brief not wanting to come off too strong. He did already flirt with her.
“Yea, I can see the happiness all over your face.” Max could read Steve like a book.
“It’s not that.” Steve shook his head. “I just don’t want you to think I’m coming on too hard.”
“I haven’t heard from you in over two years, Rogers.” Max shook her head. “If that’s you coming onto me, things were really different in the 40’s.”
Before Steve could respond he was being called over to a group of people.
“I’ll be right back.” He said with sympathetic eyes.
“I’ll be right here.” She moved her arms across the table.
The minute he had his back turned the girl was leaning over the table, grabbing herself a beer without waiting for the bartender to return. The action itself earned her a very awkward and uncomfortable conversation from someone who liked her “boldness” and “not like other girls” vibe.
The man moved his hand up to touch the girl's bare arm when she jerked it away. As she jerked back, about to go off on the man, she felt another set of arms wrap over her shoulders.
“Hey Rumlow, thanks for keeping my girl company over here.” Steve was towering over the man while holding Max close. “But I got it from here. Why don’t we get out of here, Stark?” He looked down at the girl and back to Rumlow who was standing there with annoyance in his eyes until he heard the word Stark.
“Stark?” He looked at the girl. “Maxine Stark. Bio Engineer and daughter to Tony Stark.” She smiled and wrapped her other hand around Steve so she was engulfed in a hug with him.
“Excuse me.” Rumlow properly left as the two moved upstairs.
“I thought you were trying not to come on too hard.”
“I thought you didn’t feel too hot.” Steve pointed to the beer.
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The Avengers, Agent Hill and Max were now all gathered in the upstairs lounge scattered across the multiple couches. The party had died down and it was just them relaxing and having a good night. Max was sitting on the floor leaning next to Cap’s leg, back to drinking like normal.
They began joking about Thor’s hammer, all of them claiming they would wield the weapon.
“Little Stark?” Thor pointed to the hammer. “I doubted you once today, but seemingly the liquor didn’t affect you too hard.” He frowned.
She smiled and squeezed Steve’s calf as she responded.
“What can I say, I'm not your average woman. But I think I’ll sit out the King Arthur moment, thanks.”
“Steve?” Thor questioned and the man got up. He took a couple seconds to roll up his sleeves.
“Go ahead Steve, no pressure.” Tony said sarcastically.
“Whoo, bring it home, Cap.” Max clapped as she adjusted her position.
Steve gripped hard and for a half of a half second the hammer seemed to wiggle slightly but no such luck lifting it. Steve lifted his hands in surrender and walked back to his seat where Max settled in against his leg again.
“That shit is rigged.” Tony said annoyed.
“Steve, he said a bad language word.” Agent Hill joked.
“Did you tell everyone about that?” Steve asked Tony with a hint of annoyance and humor in his tone.
“You did the bad word thing again?” Max looked up at him.
“Oh this is common behavior?” Agent Hill lifted her eyebrows.
“In D.C. he did the same thing to me when–” Max realized she let out too much information but it was too late to go back now. “When I dropped my coffee.” She lied straight out of her teeth. She felt Steve tense up underneath her and she quickly moved off of him.
A couple eyes moved to Tony as the tension filled the room. “You two hung out in D.C., huh?” He asked now standing versus sitting.
“I ran into him at Starbucks before the Biotech Convention.” Max answered calmly, trying to keep her voice level.
“Interesting.” Tony said, turning back to Bruce and Clint who he was talking with a couple seconds prior.
A loud shrieking noise that hit everyone's ears caused the conversation to come to an immediate halt. An ominous voice was heard by the doors that caused them all to settle down. A rogue robot came from the shadows, dripping oil on the ground and it’s wires sparking. Everyone stood up slowly, getting in a stance of defense.
“Stark.” Steve called out to Tony as he pushed Max behind him.
The robot started talking about it’s plan, the reason for its purpose, and how it had killed someone.
“You killed someone?” Steve stepped forward again, still keeping his hand behind him to shield Max.
“Dad.” Max called out to Tony who was frantically on his phone and remote trying to deactivate the robot.
Robots began flying out from every corner of the room. Steve quickly thinks on his feet, literally, by kicking a table at them which ended up sending him and Max backwards. He grabbed the woman in the air pulling her so she’d fall on him and just as they hit the ground he pushed her under a table and immediately jumped onto one of the robots in the air.
Max wasn’t one to sit idle while the heroes played. She crawled to one of the tiles she knew held internal wiring and smashed the glass container open, exposing them. She quickly dissected which wire did what before cutting down a couple wires with the knife she kept on her. This powered down two of the robots but it confused her why it didn’t shut down what she thought was Jarvis completely.
As she got up she was met face to face with a suit that was cut in half, it’s hand up ready to blast her through the window, which if the hit didn’t kill her, the fall down 81 floors would. The robot scanned the girl’s face and said the girl's name.
“Maxine Stark. Not a threat but related to the threat.”
Before it could finish it’s statement, Steve was taking it apart with his bare hands.
The remaining robots were put down by the Avengers, the last one standing was Ultron. Max quickly ran to her father’s side to help him up off the ground, assessing his wounds as Ultron continued talking.
“I’m fine.” Tony waved her off and made his way over to Ultron.
Max moved back over behind Cap, she hated being afraid but when you were going up against artificial intelligence, having no super powers per say made you a pretty easy target. Her arm reached up to grab Steve’s bicep as she hid behind him. It was an act of nerves but also to let him know she was there. His head turned to look, giving her a glance over before he turned his attention back to the robot.
“There is only one path to peace…The Avenger’s Extinction.”
With that, Thor’s hammer was being thrown through the air and the collision of that against the suit had clanked extremely loud, causing Max to jump and grip onto Steve even harder. His hand instinctually pushed her completely behind him and he brought his shield up to protect them both from any debris, even though he would have easily taken debris to the face to protect Max.
After the initial shock of the noise was gone, Steve was looking at Thor in disappointment almost, probably wishing he had a couple more seconds to ask a few more questions to the threatening suit.
Steve quickly turned around and looked at the girl making sure there were no marks on her, and she shook him off.
“I’m fine, Cap.” she smiled and squeezed his hand. And while that was true, it didn’t stop Steve from wiping the small amount of blood that had dripped down her face from a miniscule cut. It wasn’t a big deal, in fact, it honestly could’ve happened anywhere, anyhow. But Steve knew how it happened and that boiled his blood.
The group of them gathered in Tony’s lab. There was tension, there were arguments. All their work was gone, Ultron cleared them out. Between that, the fight, the fact Tony went behind their backs, and the chance that the evil AI could access nuclear codes, it was all just a lot to take in. Max was now in an oversized hoodie, hair up and out of her face, a butterfly bandage over the cut, which was an over exaggeration but insisted on by Tony, Cap, and Natasha. She was looking over the computers with Bruce, trying to dissect exactly what happened and what was next.
“He said he wanted us dead.” Natasha explained.
“He didn’t say dead, he said extinct.” Steve said, hands resting on his hips. A tell-tale sign that he was angry. “He also said he killed somebody.”
“There wasn’t anyone else in the building,” Agent Hill spoke up as she patched up her foot.
“Yes there was.” Tony spoke for the first time since they entered the lab, throwing up JARVIS’ AI program to the hologram.
Max gasped. It was a weird feeling, while JARVIS wasn’t a real human, he had been a part of her life for a large portion of it. He was family. And now, he was gone.
Bruce and Max stood over the hologram, Bruce more so taking it all in while Max was looking around figuring out if there was anything salvageable, anything they could do to bring any trace of JARVIS back.
“JARVIS was the first line of defense.” Cap understood as his arms crossed against his chest. “He would have shut Ultron down.”
“No, Ultron could have assimilated Jarvis. This isn’t strategy, this is rage.” Bruce answered.
“There’s gotta be a way to bring him back?” Max was now crouched down looking at the bottom trying to piece together something.
“Not worth your time.” Tony barked, causing Max to stand up, a little hurt.
Max was going to snap back to him but Thor was stomping his way into the lab and over to the older Stark, grabbing him by his neck and holding him up in the air.
A squeal left Max’s mouth and out of habit she went to help her father. While she understood Thor’s rage, she couldn’t condone it.
Steve stepped in quickly, leaving Max to tend to her dad, who brushed her off again as he stepped back up to Thor explaining how the situation was funny. A hoot even. Classic Stark way of trying to prove that they’re right and everyone else can’t see the bigger picture.
“Dad. Maybe we should cool down.” Max said.
Tony laughed and turned around. “You’re out of here. Next flight out, that’s where you are, in fact I’ll get you a Private Jet, no waiting around, you’re gone.”
Steve was quick now to defend the girl, but in his own way.
“The avengers were supposed to be different than SHEILD.” Steve stepped closer to Tony.
That was one thing that would never get old to Max, the fact that Rogers was never scared to stand up to her father. For her, for himself and for the greater good. She appreciated that.
After a few more back and forths, Steve bringing the hope to the conversation, mentioning they’ll deal with it together and they’ll lose together if it came to that, Tony walked out.
Steve approached Max, now that half the room had dispersed.
“You alright?” His hand reached up to touch the cut on her face but so lightly it almost tickled her. Max’s eyes closed as she leaned into his touch.
“I’m fine.” She hummed.
“I don’t just mean the cut, I mean you.” Steve let his hand drop as he looked down at the girl.
“That was nothing, trust me. Tony and I have a complicated father daughter relationship, and in all honesty that was one of our more calmer toe to toes.” Max explained.
Steve nodded, not believing it but not going to push her since she’d been through a lot tonight.
“So what’s your plan? You can set up in my room at the tower if you want? Get some rest, I can take one of the spare rooms, no problem.” Steve kindly offered.
Max felt her heart grow a size but was quick to make it go back to normal size.
“Thank you, really, but no.” She took a deep inhale. “I’m on a flight to Sokovia. 1AM. Technically tomorrow, remember? That was always the plan. Dad knew that but if he can throw something in my face and make it seem like his idea, he can’t miss out on that opportunity.” She chuckled and looked down at her feet.
“You’re going to go back to work?” Steve worrily asked.
“I’m a Stark, remember?” Her eyes met his, and she wiggled her eyebrows to ease the tension.
Steve wanted to argue it but he knew he wouldn’t win, so he figured he’d take the sweeter approach, “It was good to see you.”
“It was good to see you. Don’t go that long without talking to me again.” She pointed at him.
Steve laughed and nodded. “I can take you to the airport if you want?” Now he was just reaching for any excuse to elongate their goodbye, any opportunity to get one more minute with the girl.
“Max, let’s go, Happy’s downstairs, he’s got your bags packed.” Tony had reentered the lab to inform the girl and waved the tablet in the air that showed Happy waiting in the first floor lobby.
“I’m coming.” She said in a normal tone as he exited again leaving the two of them now completely alone in the room with the large amount of tension between them.
Their eyes stared at each other and Max decided to break through the wall of tension in a split second and hug the man. “Thanks for everything today.” The hug was over just as fast as it began. Steve was practically reaching out to reconnect the hug, to feel the girl in his arms again but she was already walking out of the lab.
Steve stole one more glance at her hoping to catch her smile one last time, before turning around defeated, which is exactly when Max looked back over her shoulder trying to steal one more look at him before leaving but also feeling defeated as he was already with his back to her.
That was typical for the two of them, though. Right place, wrong time. Right time, wrong place. All in all…just missing the opportunity, yet again, that potentially could have changed their lives.
hey i loved your part 3 in aegon and his third wife! i would love to read the bedding ceremony of Rhaegar x stark reader (she is his first wife, there is no elia in the picture) Both of them barely know each other, but they gotta do it as areys wants proof, like the whole scene is awkward but cute.
This is a cute idea. I took Lyanna out so basically you have replaced her.
There he was, sitting amongst the boisterous Lords swaying and parading the delight throughout the evening; a fly on the wall concealed among the brash partying that took place on this ‘prosperous’ day. It would’ve been best to celebrate too, had it not been in your name, shared with your new husband and prince – the reception of your wedding was the talk of the entire realm and would be for weeks.
His Prince to the Iron Throne was quiet throughout the entire ceremony and through the vows, rarely even showing a smile to those of his closeness or even his close family. His mother, Queen Rhaella was full of smiles and tears for her eldest son, with the four-year-old Viserys, tucked and swaddled against her skirts, his pale lilac eyes wide in awe for the grandeur. His Grace, King Aerys II, was sat among all the Lords and Ladies of the realm, drinking in all the compliments and praises like a lap dog, ignoring those as he drank merrily; making japes with other intoxicated lords and flirting with his sister-wife’s married and single ladies in waiting.
Among your family, your brothers, father and mother were in a close-tight knit, barely taking to others except for your brothers Brandon and Eddard, whom, the younger of the Starks was talking to the possible match of Lady Ashara Dayne.
The loud-mouthed Lords that surrounded you were loud and touchy when the night progressed, making it harder to ignore the more the hours passed and the morning was almost parting the new day. The only thing that came from these was bedding; the part that since you were a little girl, always dreaded with your future husband.
The bedding came and went, with both lords and ladies helping to shed the clothing of you and Rhaegar, dragging you to his apartment when King Aerys made the announcement it was time; the gruelling japes he made when the hall cheered and howled like excited beasts.
You were flung into the chest of your husband with the door flinging shut behind you, the muffled drunk noises coming from outside the door did little in helping to clear your nerves; maybe even making them intensify.
His Silver Prince’s clothes were shredded thanks to the ladies of the court: barely even hanging on to his toned and clear skin, his chest visible and bare when you realised your fingers were holding to his chest, immediately pulling away in shame.
“Forgive me, Your Grace,” you blushed, trying with great struggle to cover yourself. There was a long slash to your dress down, the back completely exposed and ripped. “I did not mean to overstep.”
“Please, we are man and wife now, you needn’t call me your Grace when we’re alone.” Rhaegar was everything you dreamt of in a husband but never thought you would get: handsome and brave, sensible and sensitive, he would be the best of Kings when his father was finally rid of. You did not think you would be married so soon: only did you realise from the secret talks between your father and him, did you realise you were to be bedded before even reaching your 20th name day.
A tentative hand to your cheek, warm and soft, startled you out of your thoughts, looking up into the tender indigo eyes of your husband and prince. Rhaegar was made of stone, and at this moment, you felt soft and vulnerable, made of silk and feathers; too soft to cope.
“We don’t need to do this if you’re not ready.” He murmured into your dark hair, your wide grey eyes were glassy as you tentatively hugged him back. “I do not want to force anything onto you, my lady.”
“No, I’m ready,” you found your voice, strained yet loud. “His Grace would deem me not fit to be your wife… your future Queen, if I don’t do this.”
“Don’t think of him at this moment, this is to do with you,” Rhaegar corrected, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Please, this is only to do with you.”
You bit the inside of your lip, collecting your thoughts, “I want to, yes. I’m ready, my Prince.”
Rhaegar stared down into your eyes to sought for your truth, concerned eyes scanning yours before he sighed, pulling away. “I fear you’re afraid of me… of what my family are.”
It was true you were a little intimidated by the Targaryens: of the dragons they had and of the power they still carry, but you knew little of what happened when the first Dragons came and bent the North into submission, only from stories told by Old Nan. You would be intimidated by His Grace and the Queen, but never would you be of Rhaegar. But the person you could say you were most frightened of had to be King Aerys. He was more mad than sane, a mad dog that had to be put down before further damage was done to Westeros. You could still remember the harsh jape he made when he announced your betrothal to Prince Rhaegar. “Perhaps the wolves will be put in their place further when cornered by a dragon.”
You leant into him closely, trying to tell him subtly for his touch which he reciprocated. “You do not fear me, nor do the Dragons. I am a Stark overall.”
“A Stark indeed,” he drawled. “But you are warm and passionate and a dragon too.”
He circled an arm around you, your body drawing in his warmth, his adoration, pulling yourself to ignore those waiting outside the door. “I promise you this,” he began. “That I will never lay a hand on you nor allow another to do so too. You are my wife, and I will make that clear to anyone.”
“Rhaegar.” You exhaled his name but found your words caught in your throat when no more words were spoken. “It is just us, at this moment in time. Just us.” He drew closer to your face, his warm lips touching against yours before you could register what was happening. It was as you enjoyed the first time when announced as man and wife at your wedding, beneath the Seven. His kiss was careful yet wanton, passionate and deep.
The remainder of clothes were dealt with as the two of you made it to the bed, drawing tense breaths the more you touched experimentally of one another, finally, becoming one that night, your moans echoing through the entire room, clear to anyone outside that you had done your duty.
Your naked bodies were splayed as bare for the Seven to see, beneath the canopy of yellow wood as you pressed chaste kisses to each other’s flesh. “One and together,” you breathed, watching your husband’s breathing grow shallow as he fell asleep silently before you snuggled into the crook of his arm, muttering, “I like the sound of that.”
TONY: Stephen what the fuck
STEPHEN: What, Tony?
TONY: You know how when we went out to eat yesterday and the waitress put the check in front of you?
STEPHEN: Even though you paid for it, yes.
TONY: Well guess what Peter told me-
STEPHEN: What?
TONY: That means your my top!
STEPHEN: I’m your what
TONY: he says I’m the bottom!
THOR: YOU HAVE A VERY GOOD BOTTOM TONY!
TONY: Wait why is Thor getting in on this
STEVE: Well looks like a Science Bro doesn’t know how technology works -Steven Rogers
STEPHEN: Steve, you don’t have to sign off after every text.
STEVE: Jarvis I mean Vision programmed this feature I don’t know how to turn it off- Steven Rogers
NATASHA: Lol!
THOR: TONY YOU MUST BE PROUD OF YOUR BUTT FOR IT IS A GOOD BUTT
BRUCE: Thor that doesn’t mean what you think it means
THOR: WHAT DOES IT MEAN
NATASHA: It means that she thought Stephen was the male in the situation
THOR: BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE BOTH MALES DID SOMETHING CHANGE SIRI STOP MAKING THE LETTERS BIG
STEPHEN: Oh my god this thread keeps getting better and better
STEVE: So if Stephen is the Male what makes Pepper- Steven Rogers
STEPHEN: I guess Pepper likes being on top ;p
THOR: NAUGHTY NAUGHTY GOOD SIR
TONY: No! Stop! Well, not every time.
NATASHA: Literally lol’ing right now.
CLINT: I was bathing Nathaniel and this is what I miss, ugh!
NATASHA: adorkable. Can’t wait for the wedding.
THOR: THERE IS A WEDDING I WILL WANT TO COME
STEPHEN: Yes Thor, you can wear a dress and flowers in your hair.
THOR: IT WILL BE LIKE IM IN ASGARD AGAIN
TONY: No one is getting married!!
PEPPER: excuse me?
STEVE: Dang. Was really hoping I would get a dance- Steven Rogers
STEPHEN: You know Peter was probably just messing with you, right? He is, after all, a thirteen-year-old kid
BRUCE: Give him some credit I think he’s seventeen
THOR: I THOUGHT HE WAS FIFTEEN!
NATASHA: Geez Tony how old is this kid?
THOR: HES A GROWING BOY THAT'S FOR SURE!
CLINT: You know what’s funny, is if you’re a bottom that means-
NATASHA: Bo must be Peter’s top lol
THOR: THAT IS VERY TRUE!
TONY: The fuck you just say about my daughter?
BRUCE: Uh you didn’t know, about Bo and uh-
TONY: WHO BANNER WHO
BRUCE: Peter! She’s been hanging with Peter a lot. In her room. Sometimes after hours-
PEPPER: Tony, relax. She’s almost an adult. I already gave her the sex talk and some um, protection and I told her I would prefer her to do it here if she was to do it. I just didn’t think she and Peter were THAT serious but now that I think about it-
THOR: SHE IS TURNING HIM INTO A MAN!
STEPHEN: Thor no!
PEPPER: guys I’m sitting next to Tony and his face has changed like all the colours please don’t have a heart attack!
TONY: Brb.
WANDA: I turn off notifications for movie and this is what happens?
VISION: It is my understanding that perhaps this was a conversation we shouldn’t have missed for that movie.
BO: Guys why is my dad yelling about the no pants dance to Peter?
NATASHA: Well we sorta told him that you and Peter were doing that.
BO: Ew! no! I mean, well...
STEVEN: Well look at the time time to leave- Steven Rogers
THOR: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT HAS HAPPENED!
STEPHEN: I’ll explain when you’re older
THOR: IM OVER A THOUSAND YEARS
OLD DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW HOW SEX WORKS
BRUCE: Oh boy.
Nora Stark goes on a journey of self-discovery while helping her Uncle, Tony Stark, and The Avengers save the world by uncovering secrets that her parents never wanted her to know. (Steve Rogers x OC)
Note: A continuation of Imagine Being The Oldest Stark Daughter And Traveling With The Hound And Arya And Falling In love With Gendry
It has been five years since Y/N and Gendry have seen each other. After Melisandre took Gendry away and Ser Davos helped him escape Stannis and Melisandre who planned to burn him alive for some blood spell. Gendry found himself sneaking into King’s Landing, working as a blacksmith.
Years have passed and you were wondering if you ever meet up again. You and Arya were finally home after all those years. You’re not the same girl that people used to know neither is Arya After training with the waif and getting revenge on the red wedding. All plans of murdering Cersei fly out the window when Hot Pot tells them that Jon has taken back King’s Landing. they drop their pie, hops on the horse went on they way back home. You learn that Jon became the king of the North which you were surprised about it. You were happy to see Sansa and Bran alive.
Y/N sigh as she watches everyone getting ready for Jon’s arrival. She was excited to finally see her brother after all those years. From far she can see a group of people arriving at Winterfell. She recognized one of them being Jon snow, excited she walks to where her sister Sansa was standing.
Y/N recognized the Brotherhood and the Hound. “Y/N,” Jon said hugging her.
“ I’m finally back home, “ Y/N said
Jon kisses her forehead “ Welcome home”
Arya ran and jump onto Jon’s arms, you were happy that your family is finally reunited. You look at the rest of the people the arrive at Winterfell Until you Finally saw him, Gendry felt the presence of someone looking at him. He looks for the person only to find you… In disbelief, he walks over where you were standing still in shock. finally, they stood in front of each other. It had been so long.
“Gendry.” Y/N said, almost breathlessly she couldn’t believe he was finally back to her.
“M’lady.” He said Y/N punched him. He falls to the floor due to the impact.
“Ow!” Gendry shouted, rubbing his cheek “ What was that for” He asks as he stands up.
“That was for taking so long!” Y/N stated as she smiles and hugged him.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I promised you I would come back to you,” he stated, as he kisses her tenderly.
Clearing his throat loudly, Jon said, “I take it you know each other. … Jon’s eyes darted between the two.
the two broke apart, with Gendry answering, “ We used to travel together in a group of boys and men. Yoren was supposed to drop Arya and Y/N off to Winterfell along the way. He cut their hair and told them to pretend to be a boy.”
“What happened to him? “ Jon asked.
“ He was killed by Lannister Soldier” Y/N answer who was still in Gendry arms.
“ He was a good man”
“ If it was for him Arya and I would have been dead”
The night came and everyone was at the dining room talking about the past events. Y/N and Gendry were sitting right next to each other talking about what happened after he was taking by Melisandre, Y/N was angry that she almost burn him alive.
Gendry grabs Y/N hand “ Remember the promised I made to you?” he asks her looking into her eyes.
“ How can I forget your promise”
“ I will ask you brother for his blessing” he kisses her hand “ With his blessing you can finally be my wife”
Y/N smile at the thought of being his wife.
“I made you this ring… I know it’s not perfect but I work all those years to make it perfect just for you. I remember you telling me how you would rather have a simple ring so I put a lot of thought into it “
He takes her hand and put the ring on her ring finger. The ring didn’t have a big rock like most woman would like. For her, it was the most beautiful ring she has ever seen.
“Gendy “ Still looking at the ring on her finger “ Is beautiful, I love it “
He looked up from where he was hunched over his desk to see me walk in, slowly, a bowl of desert in my hand.
“I spoke to my father just now.”
I could tell him a million things, about exactly what we spoke about, but nothing seemed to be reaching my tongue, aside from those words.
“Okay,” He set his pen down, as I reached his bed, plopping down on it. “What happened? Anything serious?”
I didn't, couldn't answer for a moment. Instead, I used the silence to get comfortable on his bed, leaning back against the headboard, using the cushions to prop against the mahogany.
Mr Stark also strode over to his bed, climbing in from the other side, slipping his legs under the top cover, flinging it over my legs too, getting comfortable by my side.
It was a solid 5 minutes at least of shuffling about, which felt like 5 hours before I answered.
“I felt nothing.” My head dropped down to Nr Stark's shoulder, his hand automatically drawing around my shoulders, letting my head slip down to between his shoulders and his chest. A hand of mine snaked up fiddling with the threads of his worn star wars t-shirt. “I would've expected to feel something, anything, but I felt nothing. We talked, I went to hum to see if he wanted any Angel Delight since I made some and I figured it wouldn't hurt to check if he wanted some. I remember years ago he'd taste the food and baking that I did, and wondered if it's still the same, I guess? I told… He specifically asked if I'd made it when I said yes he said he'd have to have it, so I got him a dollop of the butterscotch and some of the strawberry one. Then wanted to ask if he had the cookies I made in the past couple of days, so we talked about that. I told him the difference between the two lots. Then I needed to go so I went.” My hand had dropped, curling around Mr Stark’s middle by now, very well aware of his hand rubbing my upper arm. “I properly talked to my father for what's probably the first time in months, possibly this whole year even… And felt nothing. No anger, resentment, no joy, no fear, no happiness, hope - nothing.”
I curled up beside him, drawing my knees to my chest as much as I could, my head slipping even further down to his chest. The exhaustion of the day decided to only then show up to me and Mr Stark’s warm, comforting aura did not exactly help, nor did his cozy bed.
His hand around my shoulder settled for just squeezing my upper arm. “And how does that make you feel, Karamat?”
I cracked a smile at his therapist style question. “I don't know, I guess. I think that's why I'm even here to begin with.. I usually come to you whenever my emotions aren't a thing I can understand myself. Part of me wants to feel disappointed, but I'm also kinda surprised and relieved at the same time that it didn't get physical or that there was no disagreements of any kind. I know how he can get and a lot of this year has been dealing with his toxic abuse… So I guess I was just so accustomed to having to deal with that, when it comes to my father. Any interaction with him..."
His hand tightened his body tensing underneath me. I knew him well enough by now to know that he wasn't mad at me, just angry at the situation.
“I hate that you've had to go through this in any case. Honestly kinda wish you'd told me sooner so that I could've protected you, but I understand the complications of family. And that your brothers are now there for you, having now found out what's been going on.”
“Still shouldn't've happened in the first place,” I voiced our thoughts, sniffing, burying my face deeper in his chest, muffling my voice even more. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“Of course, honey, you don't need to ask,” came the automatic reply, followed by his lips pressed to my forehead in quick succession. His hand stored my hair as he said “I am so proud of you for being able to recognise… Your own emotional state after speaking to him and for coming to me when you sense that you may not be able to figure this out on your own. It gives me great joy to be here with you as you figure out who you are, free from the toxicity that has held you back your entire life. Thank you, my little miracle.”
“You're so cheesy, Mr Stark, honestly,” I laughed, but hugged him back all the same. “And warm. So cuddly and warm, you're like a mini heater.” Yawning, I snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in his rough hand's gentle strokes on my hair, allowing myself to drift off in his arms. “Love you.”
I could've sworn I heard him whisper just before I drifted off.
