#i read the hobbit! let’s pretend it has nothing to do with a certain stranger things character

[harmonicaorange]

there is no reason a tiktok romance book needs to be more than 350 pages

[idjitlili]

Imagine asking Thorin to braid your hair like legolas’ which he does.surprise, Surprise, Surprise .

Extra information:Kili , fili, nor Thorin die in the five armies.

Word count:2071

You had been friends with legolas ever since you literally fell into Mirkwood. Legolas was suspicious of you for a while but then warmed up to you, he even convinced his Thranduil to let you stay in Mirkwood.

Thranduil brought Elrond to see you, to see if you were telling the truth. As Elrond is a magically elf or something legolas had told you. Thranduil didn’t really like you , but the same as legolas he warmed up to you it just took a lot longer. He sympathised you, Losing your whole life , and family ending up in a stranger world with elves dwarves and hobbits.

You lived with Thranduil and Legolas for over a five at this point, in which surprisingly Thranduil became very protective of you. So when you had been walking near the river , and thirteen dwarves , and hobbit had been rushing by. Along with Orcs , you were more than shocked. In which you had snuck out passed river gate to go sit somewhere alone. You knew Thranduil was going to be mad. Damn Thranduil was your dad.

Even more shocked when something hit you in side , making you fall sideways into the the river. You heard someone calling your name , sounding like legolas, you glance up while you are falling to see legolas running after you fighting orcs.

Your mouth gaps open, “legolas.” You almost whisper. You expect to hit the water with a smack, but instead you are caught by strong arms. Damn what are the chances , that you fell as a barrel went past exactly when you fell into for them.

You do be in a romance move, now who was your prince. Little did you know he wasn’t a prince..

You turn to see a long haired man, oh right he was a dwarf. He was very good looking, you look into his ocean blue eyes with your e/c ones. “T-thank you.” You stutter our to your James Franco. He looked like one of those guys , that acted tough , but were really were so sweet.

He gives you a small smile, placing you in the small barrel, that was very tight for two people. You look around to see the orcs fading away, and Legolas looking towards you, you give him a wave , before he disappears as you turn around a corner. Thorin notices your gesture, deciding to speak up now.

“How do you know the elven prince?” He questions you with a rough voice, damn sexy.

You are startled by his voice , “uh , I have been living with him and Thranduil , since they found me in the forest.” He looks at you processing your words slowly.

“What were you doing in Mirkwood?”

“You won’t believe me.” You tried to avoid the question.

“Try me.” He looks at you intensely.

“Uh well I was in my kitchen making mash potatoes when I tripped over my dog , and felling into Mirkwood forest , when a weird line thing appeared on the floor.” His face unreadable.

“Yeah that is bloody crazy, we shall take you to Gandalf, but for now you should come with us, going back alone is dangerous “ he spoke as you approach the shore.

“Who is Gandalf?” You didn’t mind going with them, you had done nothing really in Mirkwood except read , draw , eat watch Thranduil sass everyone. This quest, mission, thang seemed like fun, so you didn’t even question it.

“He is a wizard,” you nod understanding.

Throughout the travel to Erebor Thorin made sure to keep you safe, he knew Thranduil allowing you stay with him and his son was beyond impossible. Plus he saw legolas looking at you when, when he caught you, he knew he would tell Thranduil. Knowing his he knew if something was to happen to you he would probably be slaughtered.

When you reached Erebor, Thranduil and Bard trying to settle what Thorin promised. You stood next to Thorin, Thranduil saw you straight away with his elf eyes.

“Y/n?” He called out, you waved back eagerly.

“ADA! Thorin says I can stay with him for a while.” You smile, that was the first time you had called Thranduil , your father , it made his heart swell with love. But he was angered at the thought of you living with dwarves. Thorin liked you, it was better because you weren’t a elf and that it annoyed Thranduil you staying with his kin.

After the battle , which had joined in because you felt like something bad was to happen. Of course it would you idjit people are trying to kill each other it’s a war. Dumbass. Which you had saved all three of the Durins line. Thranduil had quickly rushed to you , to make you come home with him.

“Please let me stay, I am an adult , I just want to stay for a while to see what it’s like here.” You beg, frowning.

“Y/n , Mirkwood is your home, me and legolas love you.” He pleads , grasping your hands.

“I know , as do I but I must I really want to see what life is like here , I will write and visit , and it will just be for a couple of months. Also forgot to mention ,this is far fetched to believe a nice ginger women called rowena kidnapped you ,and told thranduil if he got a certain spell book she would set you free. And give you more years in life , and slow down ageing. (This allowed you in to live through lotr yes babe) it was crazy , but this women loved her son and needed to save him.

You eventually convinced Thranduil to let you stay, and hugged him goodbye. You entered , “ I guess I am staying boys!” You exclaimed throwing your arms up , receiving cheers from the other dwarves.

Kili and Fili liked you very much, they included you in many of their pranks , for example: You guys stole Bofurs hat while he was sleeping putting it into the oven. He spent three hours looking for it, he wasn’t pleased , lucky the oven wasn’t lit. Uh , kili also shaved off Bofurs eyebrows , that didn’t go done well either. He tried hiding it with his hat, it looked terrible.

Thorin wasn’t happy with this especially , when you pretended to be injured , he came running , when hearing you shout.

He clutched your hand in distress begging for you to wake up, only for kili and fili to whacked him in the face with a cream pie. You had bust out with laughter , he wiped the cream from his eyes looking doing at you smirking.

He wiped the cream onto your face, his hands running done to your sides , tickling you. You couldn’t breathe. “T-Thorin p-lease.AHH.” You tried to reason with him the best you could , but it was no use. your cheeks hurting from laughing so wide, your throat dry, sides aching.

You reached your hand up to Thorins face getting cream on it, you tried to eat it off your hand with out choking. You bust out coughing , Thorin stopped, sitting you rubbing you back, at this point Fili and kili has left minutes ago. As they wanted to talk secretly about Thorin not being an ass.

“Are you okay?” He asked you with a cream covered face.

You stopped coughing, looking him in the eye “damn are you okay? You look a bit pale. DAMN you are a elf.” His smile , disappeared , in which his hands reached for your sides again. “You done it now .” He smirked , and he attacked you again.

After this attack , he help you up , and you led him to the sink, that was five steps away because you were in the kitchen. You used a sponge to wipe all the cream off. His face wet, eyes scrunched up , so no water could get in them. He was finally able to be happy after getting revenge and reclaiming his home and finding a nice girl/

You used a cloth to dry his face , dabbing it gently, unknowingly to you , Fili and kili came back watching in awe. Secretly obviously.

Now that brings you today you sat in your bed with a small mirror between in your legs In your chambers, trying to sort your hair like legolas used to do it. The same as his . There was three gently knocks at your door, you had told them to come in.

The door opened to reveal. Thorin , with a box, it wasn’t rare for Thorin to gift you with things. You just thought he was being friendly, but little did you know. He was attempting to court you. He stepped in with a gently smile, he looked you up and down.

Your cheeks flashed with red, you wore a tunic and underwear (or shorts whatever I know they didn’t have underwear.) , as you wore them to bed. But you were struggling with your hair otherwise you would’ve been dressed a long time ago.

“ are you okay?” Thorin spoke with a small smile.

“Uh I am just struggling doing my hair today, otherwise I would’ve been up already.” You were embarrassed for the king to see you like his.

“Would you like some help?” He walked slowly closer towards you, placing the box on the end of your bed.

“ would you help me? Your hair looks majestic all the time.” Thorins cheeks spike with a small dash of pink.he nods his head.

“Thank you, may I ?” He gestures the space behind you on your bed, you nod with approvement., you pass him your brush, which he had also gifted you. Damn he’s a king he can do what he likes.

He sits , gently brushing your tangled soft h/c hair. You didn’t know about dwarven courting rituals , well you knew nothing about any other than modern day ones.

“ how do you want your hair ?”

“Uh.. like legolas’ , I get if you don’t want to, he used to do my hair for me..” you frown , it was easy when you had an elf doing your hair everyday.

“I will, you will have to remind me on how he does.” Which you do , allowing him to get to work, with his thick fingers gently pulling and gliding in your hair. It was relaxing to say the least. Damn it was scary to think he could kill you , yet he treats you like glass.

His fingers soon pull away from your hair, and he softly mutters ‘done’. You pick up your Mirrow looking at his work, your eyes lite up with joy, he was very skilled with his fingers. Could you imagine you quickly dismiss your dirty thoughts. You turn around hugging him tightly, after a minute you pull away smiling at him. “ thank you.” He stands you walking to where he put the box , he picks it up looking at you.

“ y/n , these last couple of months I have been trying to tell you something, I am just going to say it... I would really like to court you, I have brought you something, if you would accept, I would you wear it to dinner with me tonight.” He looks down at his feet breathlessly and frankly scared.

You stand up walking towards him , lifting the lid to the box to reveal a navy blue blue velvet dress. You gasp,bringing your

Fingers to feel the material, it was beautiful, damn that must of been expensive. You quickly use that hand to lift up Thorins chin, leaning over the box you press a kiss to Thorins lips. He smiles widely at you. “ I accept,is that why you have be so many gifts?” He nods his head still grinning.

“I would accept even without all the gifts , I knew when my you caught me, I do be living in a romance novel.” He chuckled at you, placing the box down again , wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close. Pressing a kiss to your lips , this time very passionately.

That night you write a letter to Thranduil and legolas , about your news. You knew Thranduil gonna be shaking , and not his ass.

A/n I finally managed to do my hair like legolas by myself for the first time. I am so happy.(yeah that pic is my hair)

[rwolf19]

Garden - An Elucien Fic

Length: 2379

Rating: T, SFW

Next | The Pull (Nessian) | Star of Spring

A/N: I'm back with more I-should-be-asleep-but-I'm-writing 'cause my crush is coming over in a few to watch some Hobbit so I'm awake. This is an Elucien fic (no shit, right?) that takes place a little before my Nessian fic but still post-ACOWAR. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to continue The Pull -- not like I already wrote the next chapter or anything ;)

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They did a lot of quiet sitting. Lucien seemed happy to sit and read in her presence and Elain . . . didn't mind at all. Every so often he would get up to do something in another room (she pretended not to watch as he moved) and return only to sit some place else, closer to her. She didn't mind that either.

 Elain did not want to be forward. She didn't know how many people Lucien had been with. She didn't know if any had been as quiet as her. She felt like she didn't know anything about his life before her. Feyre had given her a quiet warning not to talk about Tamlin, who Elain was perpetually confused about. She didn't even know how many hundreds of years old Lucien was, or if he was just fifty years old. She wondered when fifty years old had become young to her.

Elain never, never tried to use her abilities to see Lucien. Not once. She didn't want to know. She wasn't brave like Nesta and Feyre. She'd rather pretend to be as normal as a human-turned-faerie could be. Considering her models were her sisters, she was struggling.

Elain finished a chapter and fitted a book marker Azriel had found for her between the pages. Lucien was watching her over his own book, not at all discreetly. She hoped she wasn't as obvious about her staring whenever he got up. She didn't mind his eyes on her, she just didn't know if he didn't like it when she watched him. She didn't want to upset him.

"I'm going up to the garden," she said softly.

Lucien nodded, "Would . . . would you like me to join you?"

Elain nodded back, biting her lip. She never asked him to come with her. She didn't want him to feel obligated to accompany her. But if he wanted to, if he offered, that was different. He closed his book and set it down on top of hers, offering his arm. Elain took it, looking away from him down to the floor. They went upstairs together, chatting amicably about their books.

"You know, it's a little odd, actually," Lucien chuckled. "Feyre recommended it to me."

"She understands people so easily," Elain sighed. She was never sure of what someone else thought, of her or anything else. She just wanted them to be happy and she could do that with little things. She liked little things, flowers and the tiny birds that flitted through the small fruit trees, smiles from strangers and a friendly face. So, she thought, at least some people must be happy with those things too.

"You believe the best of people," Lucien said. "Not enough do."

Elain met his eyes for a heart beat as they paused near the door to the roof. "You think that's a good thing?"

Lucien smiled, "I think it's a wonderful thing. And . . . I'd like to see you keep believing the best of people."

"You don't think I will?"

He chuckled, a low rumbling that Elain liked. She had learned all sorts of male laughs lately, what with Feyre's Court, but she enjoyed Lucien's most. She didn't know if it was because they were mates or because it sounded so genuinely amused. "You've already seen a war, Elain. If that hasn't shaken you, I don't want to know what will."

Elain liked the way he said her name, too. His voice in general. She kissed his cheek before she could convince herself not to and skipped out to her garden. She also liked that he had faith in the part of her that she was so scared would leave her. Everyone spoke of how kind she was and said she was a sweetheart (though they said it differently than Cassian did when he crooned in at her sister). She feared waking up one day and finding herself taking joy in other's misery. The closest she'd ever come to that was stabbing someone in the neck. She didn't particularly want to do it again, though.

Elain pulled weeds that shouldn't have been able to find their way to the rooftop garden. She suspected the birds of carrying seeds. Lucien tried to help. He knew enough not to accidentally uproot her flowers. He missed some, though. Elain paused as she touched a late blooming flower. She could hear ten thousand roots pushing into the ground, Lucien's steady heart and breathing, the City of Starlight's bustling.

"Elain?" He was touching her arm gently where she knelt. She leaned back into him, touching her head gently. It was all so much sometimes. She still was adjusting to her new form and gifts. Things came to her so vaguely. She couldn't think over the plants' rustling. The wind was howling, louder and louder. "Elain," Lucien's warm breath tickled her brow as he pulled her hair back with hands that felt even larger than usual. He shifted to kneel in front of her carefully. She tried to find his eyes. She could hear the not-russet one whirring and clicking. His heart beat was becoming faster. "Elain, are you all right?" She closed her eyes, trying to keep the sun from burning her eyes. She could hear worms twisting in the earth, the same way they had twisted through bodies not long ago. "My mother is a lot like you," Lucien said quietly. "She has powers no one expected of her and she is so incredibly kind. But my father, he doesn't care about her kindness. After he gets what he wants from her, he doesn't care at all. He has the power to control flames too, but there isn't a thing about him that's warm. My mother, on the other hand, was the warmest personality I ever knew, until, that is, I met you. My father hasn't actively strived to smother her kindness, but it has been happening for centuries regardless. You've never had a soul do that to you. And I want to keep anyone from trying, purposefully or not."

"Did you tell Nesta that?" Elain murmured. She looked up at him finally. She hadn't realized how much she was shaking until she saw her hand on his shoulder, twitching.

"Nesta won't hear more than three words out of my mouth before she attacks me or leaves the room," Lucien smiled but he looked the same way he did when he was tired after a long night of Feyre's Court bickering.

"I'm sorry," Elain whispered.

"You're still adjusting to- to everything. You have nothing to apologize for," Lucien's brows scrunched so that there was a line between them. Elain liked it. It seemed very human.

Wings boomed above them, and Elain looked up. Feyre, Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian dropped down from the sky, landing one after another. Lucien helped Elain to her feet, and she wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress without thinking.

"How my garden?" Rhys called.

"Your garden? Elain takes care of it," Feyre shoved him, pausing to flare her wings out in the sun with a sigh. Rhys dragged a finger down her wing and she gasped.

"My house."

"Our house."

"You make house payments?”

"I didn't realize you make house payments," Feyre said slowly, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"The plants would all be dead without Elain," Lucien called bluntly. She murmured a denial and hid behind him slightly.

"Elain's garden," Azriel nodded, offering her one of his small smiles. She returned it before looking to the door, waiting. Ten seconds later, Nesta burst through it. She stopped once through the door, taking in the winged troop before her. She and Cassian each took a step toward one another before stopping.

Elain was just mildly irritated with this. She had seen a nephew of hers, winged and dark haired and tanned. She just didn't know which of her sisters he belonged to and when he would arrive. It had been Mor holding him, clapping his hands together as she sang. But it wasn't Mor's child. She knew it more surely than she did most things that had already happened. Nesta turned to Feyre, "I take it flying is going well."

"Cassian nearly took her arm off training," Rhys grumbled. They all started moving toward Nesta and the door. She stepped aside to let them through. 

"She nearly decapitated me," Cassian protested from the back of the group. Azriel chuckled and ducked inside. Feyre followed.

"You taught me well, you should be proud," Feyre laughed.

"Proud my ass," Rhys muttered.

Cassian lingered to murmur something to Nesta even Elain couldn't hear. Nesta scowled and pushed him, though Elain thought she saw a blush redden her cheeks. Cassian chuckled and trailed her inside.

"Do you want to go in or stay out here?" Lucien asked, his hand finding the small of her back. He was very warm.

"I haven't done much gardening yet," Elain said quietly, looking down at her flowers. "You can join them, if you want."

"Would you rather I stay with you?" She found his eyes at this. He asked her more questions than any other being she'd met. She didn't know if it was because her sisters had scared him so terribly or if that was just his way. She found her fingers tracing the edges of his scar.

"You understand people better than I do," Elain whispered. "Do you know why they say mean things to one another and laugh about it?"

"No, not really. Mostly to show their friends they like them, as far as I know," Lucien smiled, his hand sliding across her back slightly. She was very close to him. "But it is good fun."

"Flowers don't do that," Elain said, not entirely sure why she was talking. He was looking at her . . . She couldn't explain it.

"They certainly don't," he admitted. His hair was pulled back. It looked bright and lively in the sun.

"You're rude to others and dote on me too much," Elain tried. She was certain Cassian would've roared with laughter at her poor attempt at mimicry. Lucien just smiled wider.

"You spend too much time with flowers," Lucien said. Elain smiled to match him. He laughed and leaned down so his forehead touched hers. "I feel like a child again."

Elain giggled, "I think I might still be a child, compared to the rest of you."

"Not many children can boast of your aptitude for foliage."

"Foliage?" Elain gasped. "Foliage?!"

Lucien laughed harder, his shaking rolling through her.

"Well, Lucien," Elian's face heated. But Feyre would've said it to Rhys. And she wouldn't have even thought it a brave thing to say. And Elain wanted to say it, and she wanted to see how Lucien would react. "Not many children can boast of your aptitude for seducing females."

His laughter bubbled out. He was looking at her that way again. "I didn't realize my abilities applied to you."

The low way he spoke made Elain bite her lip and find safe haven in staring at his chin. She couldn't help it when her gaze drifted to his lips. She was still holding his face, still gently stroking the marred skin below his eye.

"Maybe you aren't as good at people as I thought," Elain murmured. Lucien smiled again, smaller and more predatory. Feyre would've called it 'male satisfaction.' Elain didn't mind it at all.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Elain," he breathed. She closed her eyes as he leaned closer until finally his lips met hers. He was soft and gentle, even when her hand slid back into his hair. As though they had all the time in the world, and they were the only ones in it. She felt it for the first time. The bond between them. Her joy was echoed and multiplied on the other side of it. She could hardly breathe by the time they pulled apart. Lucien touched his forehead to hers again, laughing quietly as she giggled.

"I haven't wanted to do that in a while," Lucien said.

"I thought I was more tantalizing than that," Elain pouted. He kissed her cheek gently, another laugh rumbling through him.

"You have no idea," Lucien promised.

"Tell me."

"Elain," Lucien coughed, pulling away from her slightly. Her hand drifted out of his hair down to his shoulder. She brushed at the nape of his neck with her fingertips lightly. "You'd think I was some kind of . . . uncontrolled beast."

"Tell me, mate," Elain said, watching him. His eyes widened slightly and he stared blankly at her, blinking several times. She liked to surprise Lucien, she decided.

"There are moments," Lucien sighed, leaning closer to her until his breath tickled her ear. She closed her eye again, listening to his voice. "Where I want nothing more than to throw you against the wall and tear your clothes off. And I have to think of what Nesta would do to me to stop myself from touching you."

"Are you really that scared of her?"

"I've considered alliances with Cassian to distract her, but I doubt he'd risk his own neck for me," Lucien chuckled.

"I'll talk to her," Elain kissed his jaw. He buried his head in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. She did the same. The scent of people was still such an odd thing to her. Yes, she could see and taste and hear so much better, but the scents were off putting. She could track Nesta and Feyre starting from where they'd been hours before. Lucien's scent was as warm and welcoming as his voice.

"Elain? Are you still-"

She pulled away from Lucien just slightly at her sister's voice. His hand hooked around her waist lightly. Feyre's eyes darted between Elain and Lucien. She neither smiled nor frowned. She just watched them for a moment. "Nesta is going to have a trip south of the- of Spring Court in about a month and a half," Feyre said plainly. "We're eating dinner at the House of Wind in a few minutes."

"Shall I get started on the steps?" Lucien asked drily.

"Cassian will come back for you," Feyre said, turning to go back inside. "Probably."

[superhusbands4ever]

Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

And In The Silence That Follows by lazywriter7 - Civil War fix it (kinda) - 20K - Now a series!

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

**Proof Positive Series by MegaraNoelle - Superfamily & SO MUCH FEELS - 362K - WIP

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there's a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he's going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers', as they grow up, and grow in life.

(more under the cut)

WinterIron (Bucky/Tony)

Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - Dad!Tony, Super cute - 15K

Someone requested a story where Tony has a shy/withdrawn child that had trouble warming up to the other Avengers, but likes Bucky right away. Their friendship helps Bucky heal post Winter Soldier. Combined with a prompt asking for nerd love, where Bucky had read the Hobbit back in the day, and Tony introduces him to Lord of the Rings.

“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.

“You’ll be fine.”

Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.

Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.

Play Date by Akira_of_the_Twilight - De-aged!Tony, Protective!Bucky - 27K

“Forgive me, Captain," FRIDAY said. "I needed a moment to be certain I hadn’t erred, but based on my facial recognition systems, I can safely say that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson have located Tony.”

“What the fuck?” Bucky rose to his feet.

The kid tried to run, but Sam caught the rugrat and restrained him.

“Let me go!” The kid struggled. “My dad isn’t going to pay any ransom. You’re just wasting your time.”

Ransom? Facial recognition?

Bucky stared at the kid—really looked at his face.

Amber eyes, oval face, olive skin, strong but narrow chin, a slightly larger than normal forehead, and a nose somewhere between small and medium in size.

“Oh, fuck. Tony?”

The tears were back in Tony’s eyes. “Fuck you, you assholes!” He wiggled one arm free and punched Sam in the kneecap.

I’ll Be Your Bodyguard (If You Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox - De-aged!Bucky - 5K

When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.

Stuckony (Steve/Bucky/Tony)

Just Far Enough by TheSopherfly - CACW Fix-It - *Heed the Warnings* - 52K

Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.

Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.

He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn't taking it too far - just far enough.

Hellooo Nurse! Verse by themthere_taterthings - Medical AU, Nurse!Tony - 23K - WIP

Steve and Bucky are magnets for trouble and keep getting hurt in crazy ways. Tony is the ER nurse who is constantly treating them. One of them is always hitting on Tony, who's more than a little confused by the attention.

**Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha - Soulmate AU, Soul Mark AU - SO MUCH ANGST - THIS HURT MY SOUL IT WAS SO GOOD - PERSONAL FAVORITE

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”

Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is.   Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

General Tony Feels

not so different, you and i by theapplepielifestyle - Stony, mostly IronWidow Bro-TP centric - 15K

Three years ago, the idea that Tony Stark being one of her best friends would have been something she’d laugh at.

Not even laugh- she’d have given whoever suggested it a dry look and changed the subject.

Supernanny by ashinan - Stony (background) - Mostly Team (and specifically Tony) Whump -  Sickfic - 9K

The one thing Coulson has never quite understood is where he gained the title of Supernanny.

**Stick With Us by petroltogo - High School AU - Tony Angst/Whump - Happy Ending - 4K

Prompt fill: can u write like a hs au, with avengers as a group of friends. they act like they think tony doesn't have feelings, they seem to never take him seriously and they often tease him or laugh at sth that actually hurts him (they dont know that it makes him feel bad) he usually just takes it, because he thinks he deserves it. but then he has just the worst day ever, and they make some comment abt sth and he just breaks and starts crying, cause he just wants someone to care abt him. they comfort him.

**Gone by nonna - Post-CACW - Gen, but can be read as WinterIron or IronPanther (I see more WinterIron) - Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Tony-centric - Blind!Tony - 47K - WIP

In the final fight scene of Captain America Civil War, Tony's helmet breaks off the armour after the relentless clashing it receives.

What if the harsh hits to his head create serious complications for Tony, and he loses his sight?

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