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peterbabytt Ā· 3 years ago
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StarkerFestivals // Summer Bingo // Royal AU
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synopsis: prince peter parker, 19, is set to marry princess morgan stark, 17, in an arranged marriage... it's not his fault her father is so devilishly handsome...
words: 1,525
warnings: light swearing
!!everyone featured in this fanfiction is 18+ unless specifically stated otherwise!!
i hope you enjoy šŸ’“ feedback/constructive criticism is and always will be accepted, but hate will always be blocked
(by proceeding, you understand and accept the warnings previously provided)
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œYour Majesty,ā€ Peter lifted his gaze to the door of the library. Michelle, a young servant in the castle, was standing in the doorway. Lifting the edge of her skirt ever so delicately, she curtsied before Peter and his mother. ā€œYour Highness.ā€ Peter cringed. He knew she was being respectful, polite, professional before the queen, but as the two of them? Peter insisted she use his name, as he had a distaste for the formal tone.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œThe Royal Family has arrived.ā€ Oh, good... and here, Peter was hoping they had been run off the road on their way over. Peter glanced at his mother to gauge her reaction. Her features were soft and delicate, but he knew those eyes all too well. In her own mind, she had already debated how to cancel tonightā€™s dinner a thousand ways over, all with varying degrees of severity.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œYes, thank you, Michelle. We will join you in the foyer in a moment.ā€ She beamed. Michelleā€”MJā€”nodded, curtsied once more, then turned to leave the library. The moment she was out of earshot, Mary turned to her son. ā€œItā€™s not like weā€™ve had this planned for months already. Youā€™d think, for the sake of the kingdoms, theyā€™d be punctual.ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œEasy, motherā€¦ā€ He tried, resting a bookmark between the pages of his book before rising, stepping towards his mother, and offering his arm to her. ā€œYouā€™re too tense. Iā€™m sure thereā€™sā€¦ a decent explanation.ā€ For their own sake, thereā€™d better be.
Ā  Ā Ā They walked at an easy pace, a pace much slower than Peter was used to, and yet, even after arriving in the foyer, the two still had to await the arrival of their royal guests. And Mary was growing even more impatient as each second dawdled on by. Peter, on the other hand, had a grin resting gently over his features. Tonight was already off toā€¦ an interesting start, and if it continued in any similar manner, he knew his mother would call off the arrangement.
Ā  Ā Ā A part of the boy felt guilty for wanting this dinner to go awry, but was it really so wrong to justā€¦ not be ready? Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. He had only turned 19 a week ago, and he still felt as though he had yet to meet his own self. Sure, he had a bit of a grasp on who he thought he was, what he thought he liked, and who, for that matterā€¦ but even so, many things had changed throughout the span of a year.
Ā  Ā Ā Heā€™d met who he thought was the love of his life, even despite the fact he knew his parents would never approve. In that moment, in the desperation to just be himself, he had prepared to lose everything heā€™d ever known, all for a chanceā€”not even a guaranteeā€”simply a chance to finally know who he was. He took a leap of faith and prayed to stick the landing. But he stumbled. And that terrified himā€”he had been so sure of himself...
Ā  Ā Ā Peter leapt from his bed, running a shaky hand through his mess of curls. He felt his skin prick with goosebumps, but from the cold or the fear, he hadnā€™t yet figured out. MJ was still on his bed, but she was now sitting upright, watching him with concerned eyes.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œAre you okay?ā€ Peter couldnā€™t bring himself to form an answer. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, so he hid his face in his hands, took a moment to gather his thoughts, gather his breathā€¦ then, finally, sat back down on the edge of his bed. MJ scooted closer to the prince, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. ā€œPeter?ā€ It was then that he realized he hadnā€™t yet answered her question.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m sorry, Iā€¦ I canā€™t.ā€ He trembled as he spoke, so MJ reached for the undershirt he had discarded only moments ago. He took it, but made no move to put it back on just yet.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œPeter, look at me,ā€ MJā€™s voice was soft, soothing, unoffended. He obeyed, and the hand that rested on his shoulder moved to cup his cheek. ā€œItā€™s okay. This is a big step. We donā€™t have to do this tonight.ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œItā€™s not thatā€¦ā€ The words tasted bitter on his tongue, and it took all the strength in his body not to vomit.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œYou can tell me, sweetheartā€¦ what is it?ā€ The look in her eyes showed nothing but sympathy, nothing but loveā€¦ how had he let himself get this far? If he had known from the beginning, he shouldnā€™t have brought her to his bedroomā€¦ shouldnā€™t have promised her something he could never give herā€¦ was it selfish?
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œI love you, I do, justā€¦ not the way I thought I did.ā€ The instant the words fell from his mouth, he wanted to reel them all back in, to ignore everything his mind was begging him to doā€”set everything aside and just give in. But he couldnā€™t bear the idea of lying to his best friend. To himself, he could live withā€¦ but MJ deserved so much better. ā€œIā€™m sorry, that soundedā€¦ harsh.ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œIt did, yea,ā€ her tone was playful, but the smile never met her eyes. She was hurting, but she would never admit it.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œYou deserve so much better than thisā€¦ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œPeter, thereā€™s nobody else I wantā€¦ I want you. I want to be with you. I want to make this work, and I know itā€™ll be hard, but I want to do whatever we can to make this work.ā€ He tried to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œI canā€™t lie to you, too.ā€ A thick silence fell between them. ā€œIā€™m sorry. I shouldnā€™t have let it come this far.ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œPeter, whatever youā€™re trying to get at, Iā€™m not understanding.ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œIā€™mā€”ā€
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œHer Majesty and His Royal Highness,ā€ An unfamiliar voice drew Peter from his thoughts, and he had to force his eyes to focus. He hadnā€™t even noticed the gates had opened and the royals had been led inside. He glanced briefly at his mother to ensure she hadnā€™t noticed his trance, then adjusted his posture beforeā€”ohā€¦ holy shitā€¦
Ā  Ā Ā The king that stood before him was easily not the king he had imagined. He pictured the man to be far lessā€¦ sweet heavens and all things holy, was there even a word to describe this man other than purely beautiful?
Ā  Ā Ā He wore a deep blue suit that had been tailored oh-so perfectly for his frame, and his hair had been styled in a delicate wave. He begged himself not to reach out and card his fingers through itā€”itā€™d be a shame, afterall, to disturb such beauty. His beard was expertly shaped, sharp and clear edges defining his even sharper jawline. Peter couldnā€™t help but imagine how that very beard would feel betweenā€”
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œI present His Majesty, King Starkā€”ā€ The queen extended her hand, and he accepted it in his own, raising it gently to his lips for a kiss. Peter was enthralledā€”hypnotized by their curvature.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œIt is indeed a pleasure to meet you, King Stark,ā€ his mother spoke, and Peter nearly bounced on the balls of his feet, eager to hear the kingā€™s voice.
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œThe pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty,ā€ Peter felt faint. ā€œAnd please, forgive my informality, but call me Tony.ā€ He turned to face Peter next, and he was almost certain, this time, that he would faint. Heā€™d have absolutely no shame in it, either.
Ā  Ā Ā Tony, with a smile, extended his own hand to Peter, and it took every fibre in his being to keep his own from trembling as their palms connected. God, even his hands were sexy. Rough skin, calloused fingers, a warm embrace. Had he died? Was this Heaven?
Ā  Ā Ā ā€œā€”and Her Royal Highness, Princess Morgan.ā€ A beautiful, beautiful young woman with features to match her fatherā€™s. She wore a lovely black dress with a slight v in its neck, and her hair hung in delicate curls by her shoulders. Peter could easily admit that she was, indeed, effortlessly gorgeous. He only wished he could hold some sort of attraction to her rather than to her fatherā€¦
Ā  Ā Ā It was customary that both families dine together before a decision on an arranged marriage was made, and Peter thought he would never again be so thankful for customs or traditions in his life, for this particular custom meant his assigned seat at the dinner table was right beside Sir Stark himself. The idea of it, at least to Peterā€™s own understanding, was that the prince would dine beside the opposing king so the two could get to know one another and bond before the father of the princess could make a decision on the marriage. And then, of course, the same way around for the princess and the opposing queen. Then again, of course, this could also just be a blessing in Peterā€™s favor.
Ā  Ā  Ā It wasnā€™t until Peter felt a knee bump into his own underneath the table that he realized this was definitely a blessing in his favor. Now, of course, it could have been an accident, so, naturally, he brushed it off as oneā€¦ the first time.
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tags: @longlivestarker @starkeristheendgame @katzenbaby1 @starkerbeeā€‹
i had more i wanted to do with this one, but i couldn't find an ending that satisfied me lol i might do more with this later, i'll probably work on it a bit more, and repost later, but for now, here's this šŸ’•
happy pride month šŸ’“
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