$ log - tony stark turned the Tower into a humid swamp just to keep your siren scales from drying out. but stepping into your bioluminescent sanctuary forces him out of his armour and into your orbit — facing the one thing he can't optimise away!
$ warn --sfw --gn!reader --siren!reader --tony-has-a-crush --mutual-pining
$ wc -w 2k
$ cd masterlist / tony-stark && siren!reader
The Avengers Tower common room had officially devolved into a high-tech swamp, and Earth's Mightiest Heroes were losing the will to live.
The humidity was a thick, visible fog that hung low over the furniture. On the kitchen island, Clint lay completely flat on his back, his face pressed against a bag of frozen peas that was rapidly turning into warm soup.
A few feet away, Natasha was methodically tracing a line through the condensation on the glass cabinets, her movements slow, deliberate, and deeply threatening.
Tony sat at the center of the chaos, his laptop screen casting a cool blue glow over his face. He looked entirely unbothered, tapped out a line of code, and took a slow sip of his coffee.
"Stark," Thor groaned from the floor. He was splayed out like a starfish on the hardwood, Mjolnir discarded beside him like a heavy paperweight. "The atmospheric pressure in this dwelling is nearing the density of a Helheim marsh. My cape… it has absorbed so much moisture it weighs more than the All-Father's judgment."
"It’s a system optimisation, Point Break," Tony replied, his voice a smooth, nonchalant drawl. He didn't even look up from his monitor. "I’m calibrating the HVAC servers for long-term respiratory health. You’re just failing to acclimate. Work on your stamina."
"Acclimate?" Steve stepped into the room, or rather, staggered. His standard-issue grey t-shirt was completely soaked through, clinging to his chest in a pathetic, damp mess.
He looked less like a super-soldier and more like a drowned golden retriever. "Tony, I just tried to run on the treadmill and the air is so thick I practically inhaled a gallon of water. It's eighty-seven degrees in the gym. Clint is melting."
"I am," Clint mumbled into the countertop. "Tell my bow I loved it."
"He's fine, he's just dramatic," Tony said, dismissively waving a hand in the air. "Hydrate, Cap. Drink a gallon of electrolytes. Build some character. The climate is locked."
"Locked?" Natasha’s voice was a low, dangerous purr from the corner, though even she didn't have the energy to stand up. "By whom?"
"Me," Tony snapped smoothly, finally looking up with a look of practiced indifference. "The firewall is encrypted. Don't touch the wall units, you'll short the grid. Just deal with it."
He closed his laptop with a sharp, definitive click.
Outwardly, he was the picture of arrogant, unbothered engineering genius.
But internally? Inside his chest, Tony was absolutely, deliriously giddy. He was practically vibrating with a triumphant glee.
He had spent the last three days watching you — watching the slow, relentless way you had taken over his mind like algae blooming across a reef. He knew exactly how dry your skin got in the standard, sterile tower air. He knew what your home sea felt like.
He had just single-handedly turned a multi-billion-dollar skyscraper into a sweltering, tropical marshland entirely for your satisfaction, completely ruining the comfort of the world’s elite strike team just to keep your scales happy. And God, it felt good.
He stood up, smoothing down his dry, crisp shirt with a smug smile. "If anyone needs me, don't. Go find a fan."
The complaints eventually faded into a heavy, defeated silence. Tony stood up, the chair scraping sharply. He walked toward the private elevators, the air shifting as the doors slid shut. It grew thicker, richer, carrying the faint, briny scent of salt and deep, cold water.
He pushed the doors to your pool room open, ready to launch into a defensive rant about "optimisation," but the words died in his throat.
The room was bathed in a golden, bioluminescent glow, the air thick and heavy with the scent of an ocean he’d never actually visited. He stood on the threshold, paralysed.
You were sitting on the edge of the pool, your back to the door, your skin shimmering with an iridescent, almost supernatural quality that made the air around you seem to hum. You were a creature of another world, perfectly at home in a space he had meticulously carved out for you.
You slipped into the water with a soundless grace, a movement so fluid it seemed to rewrite the laws of physics. Then, you turned, your eyes locking onto his.
In the dim light, they looked dark and bottomless, holding a pull that felt less like a request and more like a command.
"Come join me in the water, Tony."
He stood frozen, his hand still on the doorframe. The sarcasm that usually acted as his armour felt thin, useless. He saw the way you moved —the subtle, hypnotic grace that was entirely, inherently siren. For a moment, he felt like a man standing before the tide, knowing he was going to be pulled under.
"Me?" He rasped, his voice a gravelly, vulnerable sound that betrayed how much the air in the room was affecting him. "I build, I don’t dive in. Plus, I think Capsicle is currently plotting my assassination for the thermostat incident."
You didn't blink. You just waited, your presence radiating a calm that made the rest of the tower feel like a fever dream. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, until he finally let go of the doorframe.
The water was a sharp, biting cold against his heated skin, a jarring contrast to the heavy, humid air of the room. It swirled around his waist, soaking the heavy fabric of his shirt until it clung to him, heavy and restrictive.
He was trembling — not from the temperature, but from the terrifying intimacy of the moment. He had spent months convincing the world he was invincible, and now, he was standing in a private pool, stripped of his armor, waiting for you to see exactly how broken he was.
You didn't look at him with pity. You looked at him with a kind of predatory awe.
"Your shirt’s getting wet," you murmured. Your voice was a soft, rhythmic hum, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the water and lodge itself directly in his chest.
"I’m aware," he rasped. The words were gravelly, the usual shield of sarcasm dying in his throat. He looked down at his own hands, then back to you, his eyes searching yours with a desperate, naked intensity.
"I spent so long trying to... to get your attention with these 'optimisations.' So stupid. I’ve spent months — god, I’ve spent my whole life — building things to keep the world away. I thought if I made the world fit you, if I played god with the humidity and the temperature, you’d finally see me. I’m a pathetic, arrogant man, aren't I?"
You didn't answer with words.
Instead, you reached out, your fingers cool, electric, and unnervingly precise. You held his gaze, a silent, heavy question passing between you. He found himself nodding, a shallow, ragged intake of breath escaping him as you began to work the buttons of his shirt. One by one, they fell away, and you tossed the fabric carelessly past the pool’s edge.
Your touch drifted down to his bare chest, tracing the jagged, dark webs of the palladium poisoning with reverent wonder.
"These veins," you whispered, your fingers light as silk against his skin. "They remind me of the dark currents in my home sea. You are a creature of the abyss, just like me."
Your palm moved to the arc reactor, staying splayed against the mechanical glass, tilting your head as you watched the rhythmic pulse of the blue light. "And this. It is a jewel. A star pulled from the surface and kept trapped in your chest. It is so beautiful, Tony. So topological."
He looked down at his chest, at the glowing arc reactor reflecting off your wet skin. He didn't see a weapon anymore. He didn't see a ticking bomb.
"You really see it that way?" he murmured, his voice cracking as his forehead came to rest against yours, his breath hitched.
"I’ve hated this thing for months. I thought it was just the countdown to me turning into nothing. But you... you look at the rot and the machine, and you call it a star. I've been chasing you so hard I forgot to just... be here. I'm scared, darling. I'm so terrified of what's inside me. But then I look at you, and for once, the noise in my head just... stops."
"You are not the rot," you hummed, your hands remaining firmly splayed over his heart, your voice a hypnotic, melodic vibration that settled deep in his marrow. "You are topological and complex. A star kept in the dark."
His ego was entirely gone, leaving only the man beneath, locked completely into your orbit. He didn't wait for your permission. He surged forward, his hands sliding firmly over the smooth, gleaming skin of your back to anchor you against him.
"I'm done watching," he breathed against your lips, his voice firm, low, and final. "I'm done building."
He closed the distance, initiating the kiss with a desperate, hungry intent. It wasn't the kiss of a man who held back. It was the kiss of a man who had finally realised he was worth saving, right here in the dark, wet quiet of the water.
The kiss deepened, turning from desperate to consuming. You were locked in his orbit, and he was anchored to you, his hands mapped across the planes of your back, his thumb tracing the dip of your spine. The rest of the tower — the hum of the servers, the creak of the vents, the distant, muffled shouting of a team near the brink of madness — ceased to exist.
Then, the doors groaned open.
A wet, heavy silence followed. Steve, Natasha, and some lethargic others shuffled into the room like refugees from a drowned world. They were soaked, bedraggled, and eyes-glazed-over exhausted.
They reached the edge of the pool, gasping as the air shifted, but they didn't stop. They didn't even pause.
Natasha saw you. Steve saw Tony. Thor saw the water.
They looked at the two of you, chest-to-chest, lost in your own private current, and the Avengers simply... didn't blink. There was no scandal. There was no "Tony, explain yourself." There was only the collective, soul-deep exhaustion of a team that had survived the humidity of their lives.
"Thank God," Steve wheezed, his voice cracking. He didn't even wait for an invitation; he just sank into the pool, his uniform clinging to his skin, and let out a long, shuddering breath. "I don't care if you're in the middle of a civil war, Stark. Just tell me the ventilation is fixed."
"Refreshments," Thor rumbled, diving head-first, the splash sending a wave of water over the deck, right against your feet.
Bruce didn't even look at the two of you. He just floated in the corner, eyes closed, whispering something about "stabilised oxygen levels."
Tony didn't break the kiss. He didn't even pull back to acknowledge the intrusion. He just tightened his hold on you, his knuckles white against your skin, his lips moving against yours as if the entire team were nothing more than a passing current in the sea.
He was the one who pulled you closer, effectively shielding you from their view with the width of his shoulders, his ego completely, utterly replaced by the need to stay right where he was.
You could feel him vibrating against you — not with anger, but with a stubborn, defiant joy. He didn't care about their complaints. He didn't care about their presence. He was active, he was here, and for the first time in his life, the most important thing in the room wasn't the machine.
It was the way your hands came up to thread through his hair, anchoring him to the spot while the world drowned around you.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
Summary: you and Tony go to an award show but your corset is too tight
“Tones! Come on! We gotta goooooo,” you yelled out to your husband as you both were getting ready. “Imma coming hotstuff, hold ya horses.” He rushed out and saw you standing in your dress. “Woah, you’re so hot it’s like lava,” he smirked. “You should look at yourself babe, you’re as hot as the sun,” you sent him a wink. He laughed and placed a kiss on the top of your head, “alright hotstuff, what car we takin?” You knew Tony loved to drive, and was scared someone else driving you would get into a crash so you always let him drive you. “Whatever car you’d like babe.” He smiled excitedly, “so does that mean we can take the Audi?” You chuckled and nodded, you normally don’t like taking that car but he was so excited so you would deal with some discomfort.
You drive to where the event was taking place. It was an awards show for the best movies and actresses/actors of the year. You were up for top female actress, the fans loving all the movies you were in this year. “You got this Y/N, I know you do,” Tony reassured you. He gave you a kiss and he stepped out of the car, waking around to open your door. As you both walked the carpet inside photographers snapped picture after picture.
You finally got inside and sat down in your seats, you were the first ones in the area so you just talked with Tony about who you could possibly be sitting next to. “Nah, it’s totally going to be a Ryan, there’s so many of them!” Tony was almost 100% sure in his opinion but you weren’t. “Yeah, but there’s also a lot of Emma’s,” you pointed out, “it’s going to be one of them!” You both smiled at each other, you weren’t arguing or anything, it was just a friendly bicker. “Alright, we’ll see, let’s make a bet shall we?” Of course Tony was the one to bring in a bet. “Alright, winner gets to choose an ice cream place to go to, and gets to pay,” you offered. Since both you and Tony were rich from your careers, both of you always wanted to pay, but the other was too stubborn for it. “Deal, and just so you know, I’m winning.” You shook your head and laughed, then kissing Tony to seal the bet.
A few minutes later two couples came and sat down on the sides of you. It was Emma Stone and her husband on one side and Ryan Reynolds with his wife on the other. You greeted both couples and then whispered over to Tony, “I guess we were both right huh?” He laughed and gave you a kiss, “I guess we were, so who won?” You thought for a moment, “both of us, we both agree on a place and pay for the other person’s.” Tony agreed to the compromise and started chatting with Ryan, while you talked to Emma.
The host started announcing awards and you were super nervous. “Hey, you’ll win this Y/N, I know you will.” He reassured you, squeezing your hand. “And the winner for best actress of the year is…..Y/N Stark!” You gracefully made your way up the stairs, making sure you didn’t trip, but when you got to the mic to give a speech, you realized how tight your corset was. “Tony, Tony! Can you come loosen my corset, it’s cutting off my blood circulation.” Tony rushed up to the stage to help you out, “you can undo it all the way, yeah, thanks Tones.” You gave him a peck on the lips before turning your attention back to the audience, “my hero y’all.” Everyone in the audience laughed and you started your short speech, thanking your co stars, directors, manger, and of course, the one who helped you through it all, your husband, Tony.
You took the award with you back to the tower where when the rest of the Avengers were waiting excitingly. They had watched the show and knew you won but they wanted to see the award in person. “Here she is people! The winner of the best actress award, Y/N Stark!” You were utterly embarrassed at Tony’s introduction but you walked off the elevator and the team all clapped, which was even worse. “God, quit it, and here, I know you all just want to see the award.” You held it out for everyone to pass around and look at. When it got back to you, and the team had all left you gave it to Tony. “For always being there, and supporting me, I couldn’t have done it without you. I love you Tony.” He was tearing up now, and instead of saying anything he just gratefully took it, set it down on a nearby table and hugged you, and kissed you, and refused to let go. “I love you too,” he mumbled
Yes i do have an newborn hiperfixation on Bruce and Loki + jealous Tony platonic science bro relationship.
Loki and Bruce are buddies with each other first.
Tony is a small (shot), jealous bean, but Bruce still loves his science bro and will always remind Tony about it.
Eventually Tony starts to be fond of Loki too and he begins to be friends with him.
Tony doesn't quit being the jealous one, though, but it isn't that bad as it used to be and they makes an inside joke out of it.
They love to do science stuff and have long conversation about it, bc they understand each other when no one can.
Ofc they don't do that all the time. That would be ridiculous.
They love to watch good detective crime story and figure out the case before the ending of the episode.
Loki bonds with Bruce and Tony differently and he loves that about their friendship.
Bruce reminds him of cozy, warm summer night with soft music playing in the background and millions of stars at the night sky.
Loki can always come to him and sick for comfort and peace and he loves Bruce for it.
A lot of the times Bruce actually reminds him of Frigga and, as much as it makes Loki happy, it also bring bitterness to his mind, but he's trying not to think about it to hard.
Tony on the other hand is like those chaotic horse rides in the end of autumn. Freezing wind in your hair and falling leaves, but it doesn't bother at all, you live for this moment, admire it and don't care about anything else.
Tony is a great person for any kind of distraction, taking care of Loki or Bruce while doing it and best friend to hang out with.
Nothing with Tony is and gets boring, even the most boring things or chores.
He always finds a way to do them interestingly, but only when he doesn't have to do them (by himself).
Loki never drops it and teases Tony with it, which he likes to do often.
Tony is very much a father figure for Loki or any figure really and the first one he ever had. Loki even confessed ones that Tony is the person he always wanted to be (Tony cried).
Tony and Bruce were the first people he told about his gender-fluidity and sexual orientation.
That day for Loki was full of emotions, mainly frear and hope and a lot of happy tears, bc ofc science bros were supportive.
They made sure Loki got as much positive attention and love he (or xe as this was his preferred pronoun at the time) needed.
After Loki's coming out it was time for Tony and Bruce.
Although everyone knew by now that Tony likes to go both ways Loki first heard from him that he thinks he might be on a aromatic spectrum.
No one made Tony explain it, but he did anyway and Loki discover that they had a lot in common. Both seek for attention and love, but not in a romantic way, but in a strong and deep friendship way.
The only difference was that Tony could see himself in the romantic relationship (as with Pepper) and Loki just couldn't, Tony and Bruce made sure he knew it was okay.
Bruce confessed he didn't really felt like needing to be a guy or a girl. He just doesn't feel a connection to gender at all and took him really big chunk of time to figure that out.
He still decided to use he/him pronouns, bc he does feel comfortable with them and just doesn't bother to change that.
In the end, they made a statement that every morning they'll start by asking each other what's their pronouns are for this day.
That made and still makes Loki euphoric and accepted among those who he loves the most.
Loki loves both of his idiots very much, bc that's the closest thing he had to a loving and supportive family. He didn't tell them that yet, but maybe in a future...
Your fingers traced over the cool metal of Tony’s arc reactor as you questioned him quietly, the back of his fingers moving soothingly across your skin as you both laid in bed together, a little exhausted from your activities, but not enough to make you drowsy just yet.
“The demi-God? What if he breaks me with a single arm because I didn’t do it right?” he replied before joining your hearty laughter.
You didn’t really know when the conversation had gone from the best sex you’d ever had to choosing which Avenger to fuck in a hypothetical situation. Frivolous as it was, you were enjoying yourself immensely, mainly because Tony chose to stay in bed with you instead of flitting off in his lab.
“What about good old Capsicle?” this time he directed the question to you. Flattening your palm against his chest, you looked up, appearing to be thinking hard.
“Umm, I don’t know. I think he’d be too nervous to really do stuff you know? I’m pretty sure he hasn’t thawed in that department yet, if you know what I mean…”
You couldn’t get the sentence out fast enough before you burst into a fit of giggles once again as Tony hugged you closer and placed a kiss to your temple.
“I bet Natasha would be down for it!”
“I believe the Russian spy would be fine…”
You both spoke at the same time before stopping mid-sentence to look at the other with raised eyebrows.
“And Wanda?” Tony added making you scrunch your face in disbelief.
“She’s just a kid Tony! What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s only hypothetical honey! It’s not like I’m going over with my proposition, only to have my ass kicked by the android I built!”
That made you slap his chest lightly and shake your head at the sheer incredulousness.
“Well I’d consider Rhodey for—”
“Eww! My best friend?” he interrupted, dramatically leaning away from you faking disgust.
“Oh you’re grossed out by that but have no issues including a minor in your list?” you shot back.
Tony’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly, he had no comeback to that. That was a first!
“You’re lucky I love you Stark.” you pulled him back towards you, placing your head in the crook of his neck.
He shrugged before turning the light off and enveloping you in his embrace.
“Hmm yeah. I’m the lucky one here.”
Even in darkness you could make out that smirk of his as you poked at his side harshly making him squirm away.
Can I request a Tony x reader where reader is pregnant and just recently showing, but has been wearing baggy clothes, one day she comes to the lab in something that shows off her little baby bump?
hi anon! i hope you like this one, it was sooo cute to write! thank you for sending it in! feel free to send in any requests you guys like to see!
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Tony Stark x Reader (Fluff!) No warnings :) Word Count: 378
You picked out a camisole today, feeling the heat start to get to you in the morning. You grinned at your little baby bump showing and patted your stomach lovingly. You noticed the small note clipped on the door of the bedroom from Tony, “I’ll be in the lab when you wake up!” You laugh at it silently, smiling at your husband’s writing.
You headed out of the bedroom and strolled over to the lab while patting your baby bump again. “You ready to see daddy?” You asked quietly down to your stomach, while walking into the lab. He didn’t notice you at first, as he was fixing one of his suits, twirling a screwdriver into one of the ports.
You cleared your throat to catch his attention, smiling when he suddenly looked up and dropped his screwdriver. “Good morning,” You hummed quietly, stepping closer to your husband. He gazed down at your baby bump with a large smile, “Hey sugar, and hello there lil’ me.” He directed to your baby bump. He grinned, looking back up to you affectionately, “May I?”
You giggled out a small, “Yes,” allowing Tony to hold your stomach. His facial expression changed into a softer and more adoring one as he leaned down to your baby bump. “Hi lil’ me, your mommy and I love you so much. When you start growing up a little, we could have fun in the lab together, maybe learn how to build safe robots, and your mommy can teach you all her fighting styles. We’re going to be a perfect family,” Tony whispered down to your baby bump.
Your face changed into one of admiration at Tony’s words. You “awed” out to Tony as he kissed the baby bump lightly and smiled at it. “Babe that was so sweet.” You spoke up, smiling at Tony as he stood back up. He smiled back to you, grasping one of your cheeks, and leaning in, “I love you and you.” He whispered looking back down to the baby bump.
You giggled back to his words, “I love you too.” Tony hummed back and leaned back closer to you, kissing your lips deeply. He pulled back and you looked down to your baby bump, “Love you too, lil’ Tony.”
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Literal fluff
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Awoken by a cold draft, you blearily opened your eyes, glancing at the alarm clock by your bed, you sighed when you realised it was only 2:14. Rolling over, you patted the empty sheets on the opposite side of the bed, disappointed but not surprised to realise that your boyfriend hadn’t come to bed yet.
Bracing yourself against the cold, you slid out from under the blanket, shivering slightly as you were wearing just Tony’s Black Sabbath T-shirt that came half way down your thigh, and a pair of fluffy socks.
Carefully making your way downstairs, not bothering to grab your dressing gown, you paused at the door to the workshop, already able to hear muffled cursing. Smiling to yourself, you typed in the password and shuffled into the room, still half asleep.
“Tony? Why haven’t you come to bed yet?” You asked, punctuating the end of your sentence with a yawn.
The mechanic spun around, holding a tissue to the palm of his hand. “Y/N? Why aren’t you asleep?” You smiled slightly at his concern for you, walking forward to wrap your arms around him.
“I was cold.” You admitted, pulling away to grab his hand, investigating the bloody slice across his palm.
“It’s not deep.” You stated, reaching for the first aid kit on the work bench behind him. Wiping away the last of the blood, you carefully wound a short bandage around the cut and planting a soft kiss on it.
Tony smiled down at you, leaning down to return the favour, letting his lips linger on your forehead for a moment before you yawned loudly again.
“Are you gonna come keep me warm?” You asked innocently, batting your eyes playfully as he turned to put the first aid kit away, throwing the bloody tissues in the bin.
“Anything m’lady wishes.” He teased back, bowing mockingly before letting you grab his arm and pull him upstairs.
Minutes later, you were both snuggled back under the bed sheets, your head resting against his chest. “You warm enough now?” He questioned, his injured hand gently stroking your hair. The rough material of the bandage occasionally rubbed the soft skin by your temple, but you didn’t care, you were just happy to be close to his warmth.
“Mhmm-” You hummed in response, already falling back into blissful slumber. Nuzzling your face further into his chest, you listened to the steady hum of the arc reactor, letting it lull you to sleep.
Tony smiled, feeling each gentle exhale that slipped through your lips. As much as he denied enjoying these cuddles, the soft shape of your body, curled against his own made his heart melt.
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Your eyes fluttered open just as your alarm clock switched from 8:59 to 9:00. Tilting your head up, you watched the first streaks of sunlight dance across your boyfriends face.
The bright rays highlighted the stubble that ran along his jawline, glinting off the few grey hairs that came with the pressure of being Ironman. With his eyes closed, and his face relaxed in the throes of his dream, he looked peaceful.
“I know you’re awake.” He muttered, opening his eyes slowly to gaze down at you. You smiled sleepily up at him, fingertips tracing lazy patters over his chest.
You curled even closer to him, “I’m surprised you stayed.” You stated, pressing a small kiss to the cool metal of the arc reactor, grateful that it was keeping the man you love alive.
“I tried to move during the night and you wrapped yourself around me like a koala.” He replied, a grin sneaking onto his face at your affronted expression.
“You tried to leave?” Your hand left his chest and trailed up to fiddle with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
He groaned slightly, eyes closing for a moment before he defended himself, “I was too warm.”
“Maybe I can get you a little hotter-” you whispered, your free hand trailing lower.
“Cheeky minx.” He growled, flipping you onto your back with ease, causing you to giggle and pull him down for a kiss.
Summary: Tony and you take a trip to your vacation cabin for the weeks leading up to Christmas, deciding to celebrate each other every day instead of just one day. But both of you knock the gifts out of the park on day one.
Word Count: 1220
Warnings: Christmas themed, pregnancy
Tags: @lokilvrr
I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs greatly appreciated.
Crackling sounds from the fireplace echoed in the golden hour, warm rays of orange, pink, and purple sunshine bathing the cabin in a fairytale kind of serenity. The smell of pine from the too large tree mingling with the smell of one too many batches of cookies sat cooling on the counter. A blanket of snow and a frozen lake looking line a scene off of a card in the backyard of your vacation cabin. This was happiness. This was bliss. And there was no other way you'd rather spend the days leading up to Christmas.
There was the sound of pattering feet above you, no doubt your husband finally pulling himself away from his work to join you downstairs so you could finally exchange the first gifts of many over the next couple of weeks. A plate stacked high of nearly a dozen different cookies; chocolate chip, sugar, peanut butter, the list went on, you were craving an insane amount of sugar and couldn't possibly decide on just one type.
With the cookies in hand, a glass of cool milk, a warm blanket, and a tiny little wrapped box covered in Ironman paper, you waited only somewhat impatiently on the couch as the footsteps descended down the stairs. You turned your attention to him, smiling at how carefree and almost giddy he looked. His salt and pepper hair was going every which way, thin framed glasses perched on his nose as he didn't bother with contacts or designer frames, a soft, old wrinkled red shirt glowing softly in the center and a pair of black night pants he swore he didn't want, and the Ironman slippers you had gotten him as a gag gift which happened to stroke his ego slightly; he was the picture definition of comfort and relaxation.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, hun. I was trying to make sure everything was in order before I gave you your gift," He said, stealing a cookie from the plate on the coffee table and sitting on the couch, one leg up on the cushion as he twisted some to better see you.
You smiled softly, "You know I don't like when you keep me waiting, Mr.Stark," you hummed and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips before he could take another bite of cookie.
He chuckled breathily, "And you know I don't like to keep you waiting, Mrs.Stark." Tony leaned forward and pressed another kiss to your lips before returning back to munching on the cookie.
Tony pulled a red envelope out of his pocket and sat it on the coffee table, "So who is going first?" He asked, looking over at you. "I think your gift is gonna be better," he teased some, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You scoffed, looking scandalized, "How dare you presume I'm not about to give you the best gift on this planet."
"Rock, paper, scissors then? Winner opens first?"
"You're on," with a small giggle you turned to face him more, pounding your first on your hand three times and pulling out scissors.
Tony threw out paper and groaned exasperatedly. "How do you always win?"
"Because you, my dear, always start with paper." You teased, booping his nose before grabbing the envelope. "Any warnings before I open it?"
He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the couch. "Nope, just that I'm the best husband."
Shaking your head and rolling your eyes with a smile on your face, you couldn't help but to utter, "You're an idiot," lovingly as you opened the letter.
Pulling out a piece of paper your eyes read over the words, "Certificate of Adoption". Your eyes widened and you unfolded the paper, seeing that it was a confirmation for the adoption of a rather small 3 year old pit bull from a charity event the two of you had attended earlier that month. A picture fell out of the folded paper, showing the black and grey blue nosed pit bull with bright eyes and a squeal ripped itself out of you.
"Thank you thank you thank you," you squeaked, sitting everything on the coffee table and practically flinging yourself into Tony's lap, covering his face in kisses. "I thought you didn't want a puppy though," you said, still kissing his skin.
He laughed more, deep in his chest, "In my defense," he started, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. "He's three so he's not a puppy. But I knew you fell in love with him the second you saw him and you looked so heart broken when he didn't get adopted. So I adopted him and donated a few thousand to the shelter he was from."
Another squeal as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "Thank yoooooouuuu," you whined, wiggling. "When do I get him?"
"We're gonna pick him up on the way home, baby girl,"his chest rumbled with more laughter as he pressed a kiss into your hair.
After a few moments you pulled away, "Okay okay, that was a good on but I promise mines is better," you said, nearly breathless as you came down for the sudden burst of excitement. You grabbed the small box and handed it to him, sitting sideways, criss cross on the couch, hands in lap as you watched him.
Tony quirked an eyebrow, "I think the wrapping paper alone is a gift," he chuckled before opening it, purposely taking his time as he felt the anxiety radiating off of you. With the gift wrap gone it left what looked like a long jewelry gift box, and when his brows furrowed you bit your lip, knowing he wasn't expecting what was inside.
He pulled open the black top, revealing a clear baggie filled with five pregnancy sticks, all showing the little positive sign. He stared down at them, eyes darting across each one as he processed what this gift meant. Sitting the box and his glasses on the coffee table, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and face buried in his hands.
A wave of anxiety and fear swept over you as your stomach dropped. Maybe this wasn't the way to tell him, maybe he didn't want kids anymore, maybe he didn't want them with you. You hesitantly scooted over to him, now kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder, "Tony?" You all but practically whispered.
He sniffled, looking up at you, tears pricking his big brown eyes. "I'm gonna be a dad?"
You sighed in relief and smiled at him, nodding as you spoke, "Yeah, you're gonna be a dad. 7 more months."
He laughed softly, disbelief evident on his face as he wiped his eyes, a bright smile taking over him. "I'm going to be a dad," he repeated, more so to himself as he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tight and burying his face in your chest.
You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his hairline before tugging on his hair to make him look at you and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I think I won." You teased softly as you pulled back.
He chuckled and shook his head, wiping his eyes again. "Yeah, you won this round. Tomorrows a different day though."
Summary:- (Y/N) hasn’t seen her husbands, Steve and Tony, or her son, Peter, in two months because of a SHIELD related incident. She is finally reunited with her family, and a subsequent chain of events follows.
Pairings:- Steve x Fem!Reader x Tony [Romantic], Peter Parker [Mother/Son]
Warnings:- Poly-amorous Marriage, LOTS OF FLUFFY, Sassy Writing, A Little Hard To Follow Towards The End. Sexual Innuendos. That’s all, folks!
Word Count:- 2788
AN:- So. Here we are. I know the reaction to this is not going to be the most ideal, but please tell me if I should consider turning this into a whole series (A03 Universe Style) because I really want to. Hope you enjoy, loves!
Peter Parker, named that both because of the safety of his identity and because his actual surname would be some unnecessarily long form of (L/N)-Rogers-Stark, was approximately two seconds away from turning towards Flash and kicking him in the gut.
The consequences would be harsh, but seeing the asshole fly into the nearest classroom wall and hopefully crack a bone or two would be enough to justify said consequences. Peter had hardly even turned around though, when the teacher called his name.
“You have been called to the reception desk, Mr. Parker. Don’t keep your visitor waiting,” The teacher nodded to the door and Peter sighed a little.
Flash should’ve really been thanking the mystery visitor, because with all of the crap that had been going on in Peter’s life, God knows he would’ve gone through with assaulting the boy. With that thought in mind, the fifteen year old shuffled out of class and towards the reception desk.
As soon as Peter realized who his visitor was, he was running towards them at full speed. When (Y/N)’s son (fifteen years old with superhero powers, mind you) gathered her into his arms and pulled her off her feet, all she could do was hold on.
Usually, seeing his mother would not warrant such a reaction from Peter (especially since he was a teenager and becoming both increasingly difficult and decreasingly affectionate).
However, (Y/N) (L/N) had spent the last month and a half on a highly dangerous mission, on which she had gotten so severely injured that she had been bedridden and in SHIELD’s care for the past two weeks.
As soon as Steve and Tony had heard of their wife’s injuries, they had tried to get to her (and almost ripped SHIELD apart while trying to do it). They were deterred, but only when the doctors taking care of (Y/N) told them that staying in [redacted] was the best thing for her health.
As for Steve and Tony going to wherever the hell their wife was, Fury assured the men that not even he knew where his agents were, because of the nature of the operation. The worried superheroes continued to search for ways to meet their beloved, but had to realize eventually that they were not going to see (Y/N) until she came back home.
With this realization came a particularly trying time for the family, and to say that (Y/N)’s boys had desperately awaited her safe return would be the understatement of the century. So, all in all, Peter Parker’s reaction to seeing his mother that day was entirely expected and wholeheartedly received by the woman herself.
“Hi Petey-Bear,” was what (Y/N) chose to say to her son as soon as he had set her down.
The embarrassing as all hell nickname was so typically his mother that Peter actually cried a little. Not one for missing anything, (Y/N) kissed away the few rogue tears that had escaped her son’s eyes.
“Hey Mama-Bear,” was what the boy managed to say, making his mother laugh softly and shake her head at him.
Finally gaining a little clarity, Peter stepped back from his mother’s embrace (also known as the most comforting place to be, but tough teen Peter Parker won’t be caught dead saying that). He assessed his mother overall and took note of all her visible injuries; broken right leg, a deep cut on her forearm and bruises scattered all over.
“If you’re done with your assessment, Doctor Parker, can we go home? I haven’t seen either of my husbands in eight weeks and I don’t want those idiots to forget what I look like,” (Y/N) said jokingly as she rolled her eyes at her son’s calculating stare.
“Wait, you haven’t met Dad or Pops yet?” Peter inquired.
“Nope, had to make sure my actual baby was alright before I dealt with those two.” She said before placing her hand on Peter’s shoulder in order to get the weight off her bad leg.
The two got into the car with minimum difficulty and instructed the driver to take them home. (Y/N) hobbled out of the car once they reached and smiled at the sight that greeted her- she was finally home.
“Good afternoon Young Sir, Mrs. (L/N). It’s very good to have you back. Sir is currently pacing in the living room, awaiting you.” JARVIS informed the mother and son duo as soon as they walked into the premises of the house, making (Y/N) smile and thank the AI.
“Miss me, lovie?” She said as she walked into the kitchen and couldn’t help but laugh when Tony immediately swept her off her feet; like father like son, she supposed.
The next ten minutes were wholly occupied with incoherent mumblings between teary kisses as Tony and (Y/N) tried to make themselves believe that whatever was happening was real; that they were real. Eventually though, (Y/N)’s mind cleared up enough for her to ask the real question.
“Love, where’s Steve?” Her question dimmed the smile on her husband’s face in so minuscule a way that it was almost unintelligible, but (Y/N) caught on.
“Is he running late from work or something?” She asked Tony again, almost feeling her heart sinking lower as each second passed.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. He- he was sad and angry that you were hurt, and- and gone and that we couldn’t help you. So, he took up a mission even though I told him you might come back today and that he might not be back until now. He was angry at everything that happened, I suppose.” (Y/N) didn’t quite know how to feel- on one hand, she understood how traumatic it must have been for her husbands to know that she was hurt, and away somewhere they couldn’t reach her, but on the other hand, she was just hurt that Steve wasn’t there to meet her when she did come home.
Did she really mean so little to him? When (Y/N) looked up into Tony’s warm eyes though, she saw the hurt there. In taking up that mission, Steve hadn’t just hurt her, he had hurt Tony too. Because during a time when Tony needed him the most, his husband was out on some arbitrary SHIELD mission.
“I’m sorry you had to go through this alone, Tones. He can be so stupid sometimes.” (Y/N) shook her head, upset and hurt with how poorly Steve handled the situation.
“No, no- it’s okay. I couldn’t care less about him leaving me, I’m just mad at him for missing your coming back home. He’s an asshole.” It was so clear that there was no bite to his words that she let out a little laugh before pulling him in for a hug.
“Pops isn’t here? How could he do that? It’s been two months since we’ve seen Mom, and he doesn’t even have the decency to show up?” Peter scoffed, having found his way back to the kitchen after changing and having accidentally listened to a part his parents’ conversation.
“Peter, don’t talk about your father like that.” (Y/N) said softly, even though her words were firm; no matter Steve’s actions, Peter wasn’t allowed to disrespect his parents.
“Your Mom’s right honey. Plus, this just means the three of us can watch trashy reality TV without your Pops complaining about it.” Tony, not wanting his wife’s homecoming to turn sour, pointed out.
“I just realized I haven’t watched TV in more than a month. This calls for a binge!” Peter rolled his eyes at his parents’ attempts at changing the topic, but smiled at his mother’s enthusiasm nevertheless.
Family binges were definitely a tradition Peter had missed over the course of the past months- him and his fathers would still sit down together and watch something, but it simply didn’t feel right. Not without his Mom.
The three made quick work of collecting their favorite bingeing snacks before settling down in their living room sofa. (Y/N) chose to sit in Tony’s lap with her feet placed in Peter’s- a position that wouldn’t have worked if not for the gigantic sofa that was reserved for family binges.
It was like this that the small family spent most of their evening, only finally getting up because it was dinnertime and Peter was hungry. That night, after Peter had went to bed, was when Tony and (Y/N) actually began to feel the absence of their husband.
“This stupidly huge bed looks so big without him,” (Y/N) puffed out as she plopped down beside her husband.
“I know. When that big oaf is here, he takes up most of the space. In hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have married such a space-occupying person. He’s huge.” Tony grumbled in reply, making (Y/N) snicker.
“Sorry to be the one to say it, love, but I think him being ‘huge’ is part of why we did marry that lug.” (Y/N)’s habit of finding a sexual innuendo in every situation sparked up again, making Tony laugh alongside her at the implication.
Choosing to end the day of their reunion on a good note, he leaned in to kiss (Y/N).
“We’ll be fine, sweetheart. We’ll make him work before even thinking of accepting his apology when he comes back. And he will be back with us- before you can even miss him.” It was with that promise that (Y/N) finally allowed herself to fall asleep, wrapped up in the arms of one lover and dreaming about her other.
The next day, (Y/N) woke to an empty bed; surprising, because Tony was usually the one out of the three of them to get as many kisses as he could out of the sleepy morning-after haze. (Tony Stark was, after all, a big advocate of morning sex, and not ashamed of the fact either.)
So when (Y/N) wasn’t immediately assaulted with her husband’s lips in the morning, it was quite unexpected. When she heard voices coming from outside the room, she sleepily walked towards them.
“-can’t just pull a dick move like that and then show up here, expecting (Y/N) to be okay with that. She doesn’t say much; you know her, but you really hurt her by not being there for her yesterday.” Tony’s voice drifted through the house, making (Y/N) sigh.
At least this meant Steve was back home safe.
“You hurt me too, when you left me alone.” Tony said, almost as an afterthought, his voice soft.
“I know, I’m so sorry, Tones. I was mad and selfish and I forgot that you and Peter needed me to be here with you. I really am sorry, for everything.” Hearing Steve’s voice after all that time was like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.
Still, his actions weren’t going to be forgiven so easily.
“You know what, Pops? You’re always on my case about making sure the people you love know that they’re loved or supporting them and whatnot, but you didn’t even care enough to stay here with us when Mom was hurt. You don’t get to see her.” Peter, ever the emotive kid that he was, said as he jabbed a finger at Steve.
“Thank you, Peter, but you dont have to speak on my behalf, baby. I’ll be in the room if anyone has anything to say to me.” (Y/N) said when she reached to where her family was before turning on her heel and making her way back to the room, arms crossed.
Her boys followed her, all three looking at her for further instruction once they were in the room and (Y/N) had settled down on the bed.
“Well? Any of you have anything to say to me?” She questioned. Obediently, Steve stepped forward and fell to his knees in front of where (Y/N) sat on the bed.
“I know that I messed up really bad when I wasn’t there for you yesterday, and I regret not being here so much. I want you to know how guilty I feel for leaving Tony and Peter alone to deal with all this, and then- God.” Steve held his face in his hands, clearly very sorry for whatever he did, but (Y/N) just looked at him with teary eyes.
“I know. I was just so worried about you, and angry about the situation we were in, and I couldn’t bear to be home when you weren’t here. It was just too hard. Please, please, forgive me. I’m so sorry, doll.” Steve looked up into (Y/N)’s eyes, carefully picking up her hand from her lap and pressing a soft kiss to it before touching it to his eyes.
“I hadn’t seen you in two months, Steve. I just wanted you to be there for me when I came home from a mission like that. That’s all I wanted.” (Y/N) told him, her words drawing a few tears out of Steve as well.
Peter noticed that it was a weirdly soft gesture, done carefully; almost like it was a sacred ritual, like it was meaningful. Immediately after Steve kissed his mother’s hand, (Y/N) gave him a watery smile and then leaned forward to gather him in her arms.
Tony joined in the embrace, pulling Steve onto the bed before beckoning Peter over as well- it was officially a family huddle. The family was wrapped around each other like they were each the petals of a rose, curling around each other delicately.
Neither of them had felt that complete, incessant sense of peace and love in a while. All their hearts felt so full that they almost felt them bursting from the happiness contained within.
Later, Tony lead Peter to the kitchen to make breakfast- leaving Steve and (Y/N) alone.
“I think it’s best if they spend a little time alone right now.” Tony explained with a soft smile to Peter, who nodded understandingly in reply.
As the father and son duo set about the kitchen making the infamous ‘(L/N)-Rogers-Stark’ waffles for breakfast, Peter allowed his curiousness to get the best of him.
“Dad, can I ask you a question? It’s a bit weird,” His son’s request had Tony raising his eyebrows, but he motioned for him to go on nonetheless.
“While he was apologizing, Pops did a thing. He kissed Mom’s hand and then touched it to his eyes? What was that about?”
“Why do you assume it’s a thing, that there’s something more to the gesture?” Tony questioned his son, almost bemusedly.
“W-well, because it looked like it was a ‘thing’. I mean, the way Pops looked at Mom while he was doing it, it was- meaningful, I think.” Peter struggled through his words as he tried to explain what he saw to his Dad.
“Good observational skills, Peteroo. Nat would be proud. And to answer your question, pressing someone's hands against your eye like that is an ultimate sign of respect- it’s almost a reverent gesture. For your Mom, Pops, and I- doing that means ‘I love you impossibly much, and I’m genuinely sorry for what I did, so please forgive me.’ It’s like a Get Out Of Jail Free Card for whenever your mother is mad at Steve or me. Whenever either of us do it, your mother has to forgive us. Get it now?” Tony explains the meaning behind the small gesture to Peter, his face lighting up with a smile when he begins to reminisce about all the previous times the ‘hand-eye-kiss’ had come into play in his relationship with Steve and (Y/N).
“That’s . . . actually really sweet. You guys are nauseatingly cute even as parents.” Peter tried to play off how adorable he thought his parents were. The truth was, though, that Peter could outwardly scoff all he wanted at his parents’ cheesy actions, but inwardly, he had always hoped to be able to find something like that somewhere down the line.
“Thanks, oh dear, dear son of mine. Now can we focus on the waffles?” Tony asked his son when he felt his stomach rumble a little.
“Wait, though. If you do the ‘hand-eye-kiss’ thing then Mom has to forgive you? You think I can get in on that action? I mean, I could really use something like that; Mom gets mad at me a lot.” Peter grimaced jokingly, though he was serious about wanting to use this newly discovered Get Out Of Jail Card.
“Yes, fine, you can do our little ‘hand-eye-kiss’ thing. But don’t abuse the power!” Tony warned his son, wagging a finger at him. “Dad, no promises I’m afraid. Sorry,” Peter shrugged and then shot off towards his parents’ room with a cheeky laugh before Tony could catch him and slap him upside the head.
In that moment, things truly could not have been better for Peter (L/N)-Rogers-Stark Parker and he was thankful for that.
AN:- SO I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS ONE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND TELL ME IF YOU WANT THIS TO BE A WHOLE SERIES BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE A LOT OF IT PLANNED OUT AND IT’LL BE EPIC! OTHERWISE, HAVE AN AMAZING DAY LOVIES! (Sorry this is kinda aggressive, lol)
