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“Signore Carbonell Stark.” The butler waved the footman away and opened the carriage door himself, bowing at the waist to offer a polite, “Welcome home to Italia, how was your journey?”
“Tiresome, thank you.” Tony smiled at the man, grateful he had been willing to travel from the Stark estate in Brescia to meet the carriage here at the home in the hills behind Chioggia. “It’s good to see you, Jarvis.”
“E ‘bello vederti, Antonio.” Jarvis broke into a smile and clapped Tony’s shoulder lightly, all the worry lines accumulated in the last year of hearing nothing from the young master washing away in mere seconds. “It is good to see you as well.”
Tony turned back to the carriage and held out his hand for Natalia. “This is my wife, the Lady Natalia Romanova-Stark. And our ward–” he tugged Natalia to the side and held out his hand for Wanda as she departed the carriage as well. “Signorina Wanda Maximoff, and her brother, Pietro Maximoff.”
“Welcome.” Jarvis bent low over Natalia’s hand to kiss her knuckles, and offered the same treatment to Wanda. “Benvenuta. I am most pleased to meet you all.”
Pietro came down the stairs stiffly, painfully, and Jarvis neatly side stepped the women to wrap his arm around Pietro’s waist and help him to the ground, not so much as blinking at the sight of bandages that covered most of Pietro’s head, or the gauze on his fingers and up along most of his arm.
“Be very careful, Signore Pietro Maximoff.” Jarvis said lightly. “I would be very disappointed if you spilt blood on my beautiful stone path, I finished scrubbing them this morning.”
Pietro blinked his one uncovered eye at Jarvis, and when the elderly butler only grinned, Pietro’s lips tugged up in a reluctant smile as well.
“What Jarvis means is that he found a local boy who wanted a few coins and was willing to scrub stones all day.” Tony informed them. “Since I am no longer home to cause mischief and earn my way into ridiculous chores as punishment, he has had to resort to hiring help for the more unpleasant cleaning.”
“Your butler made you do chores, Antonio?” Wanda wondered, hoisting her own small traveling bag and collecting Natalia’s as well. “And you obliged him?”
“Jarvis is much more than my butler.” Tony hooked Natalia’s hand through his arm, leaning into kiss her temple when she didn’t say anything. “He was my body guard, he kept me from trouble, drove me places when I was young, covered for my–” a quiet cough. “–indiscretions.”
“Taught the boy to hide love bites with a touch of powder and blush.” Jarvis continued, ignoring Tony’s embarrassed squawk and focusing instead of helping Pietro over the stones to the house. “Fixed clothing when Antonio ran off and got into a mess instead of sitting quietly in the parlor, ensured he could at least act the part of a nobleman even if he was truly a hellion. Taught him to handle a rifle, to assemble a pistol before famiglia Beretta took him into their work space.”
Jarvis sent Tony a smile over Pietro’s head. “Taught him to throw a punch, though he hasn’t used the knowledge near as often as I’d like.”
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Until recently, 10-year-old Danny Franklin lived a normal life. He liked playing soccer, hanging out with his friends, and reading comic books. But then something happened that changed everything. He hasn’t been diagnosed with any sort of terminal disease yet, but Chris Pratt has been standing outside of his room for three days straight.
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Oooh so much in this chapter! Sharon makes an appearance, we meet the Huntsman and learn more about the Prophecy, the camp is attacked (mild TW for violence I guess?) and then TONY meets the Huntsman… good times!
(Also, I deleted like fourteen people off the tag list because I’m not going to tag someone who can’t be bothered to even ‘like’ the chapter, much less leave a comment? Honestly, shame on you guys)
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Steve was woken in the middle of the night by fierce whisperings at the dungeon door, a cry of surprise and a thump that sounded like a body falling down the stairs, and then a string of muttered curses before a torch flared to light and a key was forced into the cell lock.
“My Lord, Alpha Prince.” An unfamiliar Omega rushed through the door to Steve’s side and started to undo the lock at his collar. “My name’s Sharon and I’m here to get you free. We have to hurry before we’re caught though, so you’ll have to break the other chains while I help my Auntie and Uncle.”
“Your Auntie and Uncle?” With no collar to choke him, it was easy for Steve to gather his strength and rip the brackets right from the wall, growling in satisfaction when the links fell apart beneath the strain and he could stand to stretch. “Do you mean Ana and Jarvis?”
“That’s exactly who she means.” Ana met him in the corridor, rubbing at her wrist where it had been shackled. “Tony wasn’t the only child we raised once the witch took over. Sharon is Peggy’s girl, almost fifteen when our Prince was born. My mate and I helped with–”
“There’s no time for story telling, my love.” Jarvis pressed a quick kiss to his mate’s forehead and sidestepped the guard crumpled in an unconscious heap on the bottom of the dungeon stairs. “Sharon, did you have to kick him down the stairs? He’s been helping us get extra food and water, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” Sharon re-locked the dungeon doors and pocketed the key. “But this way when he swears he doesn’t know how you all escaped, he won’t be lying. You know the witch gets about being lied to. Now hurry please, it took every last one of my wiles to lure the Alpha guard into the sitting room so I could tie him up but I don’t think the knock I gave him on the head will last long.”
“You gagged him, didn’t you?” Ana asked as they rushed down the darkened hall. “That’s an important thing to remember when restraining someone!”
Sharon rolled her eyes. “Of course I gagged him, Auntie. But a gag won’t last long once he gets free, and once he starts shouting there will be another guard coming along to check! I barricaded the door though, they’l have a hard time getting him free.”
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two of my favorite hcs that i have are that andrew is like an extreme car guy he fucking loves expensive fast cars but he also knows like jackshit. refuses to learn anything about them. originally bought the gs by asking for the most expensive thing he could get within his budget. the maserati gets a flat tire and andrew is staring down at the tire jack like he can explode it with his eyes. the engine makes a weird sound and he just plays the music louder and ignore it. and then u have neil who knows literally nothing about car breeds and what makes them impressive but is like magical when it comes to making them work. takes him 10 minutes to change a tire. he looks under the hood once and suddenly the engine light that was on for 2 months? disappears. he's like 'hey andrew have u ever checked the oil' '...' 'andrew you've had this car for 4 years'. they go on a drive one day and the maserati breaks down so neil shows him how to hotwire a car so they can drive to a nearby garage and andrew thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever done
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Wanda and Pietro made it back to the hotel room first, and per the instructions put in place before the ball, Natalia and Tony arrived almost half an hour later, sweeping up the stairs to their room with smiles and quiet laughter and looking for all the world as if they’d had the time of their life at the party. Or rather, Tony was smiling and trying to laugh. Natalia was practically shaking with rage, her face pale and eyes brittle and when Tony unlocked the door to their suite, he warned through gritted teeth– “Wait until we get through the living area and into the far bedroom before you start yelling, please. We’ve made it this far, do not ruin the evening by making a scene in the hallway.” Natalia’s lips thinned to an angry line and Tony set his jaw. “Natalia–” “It irritates me that you feel the need to coach my behavior.” she hissed and Tony retorted, “Then maybe you shouldn’t have spent the carriage ride screaming and cursing in about six different languages over the staggering incompetence of your brother and the men you love!”
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Gosh dammit muffin! Now I can't get the idea of long haired andorogynous zuko out of my head, and I'm like "what if he'd never done the bald ponytail thing and just let his hair grow back, so by the show he had long ass hair" and then I was like "what if he joined the gaang after crossroads and figured that the best way to go incognito was as a woman since people were looking for the PRINCE. Anyway now i'm staring down a blank google doc so thx.
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Welcome back! Some snarky times in this chapter. I love it.
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“Mr. Carbonell, I heard you punched the Mayor!”
“Miss Williams, I can assure you that I did not in any way come close to punching the Mayor.” Tony didn’t turn from the blackboard. “Not only is Mayor Thompson a leader in our community and a well respected Alpha, but even if he did deserve to be punched, violence is not the answer to disagreements, so I wouldn’t have hit him.”
“He’s lying.” A very confident Riri whispered to Mary-Anne. “Your brother told me that Mr. Carbonell put Mayor Thompson on his as–”
“I’m fairly positive you won’t be finishing that sentence, will you Miss Williams?” Tony called over his shoulder, and the girl made a zipping motion over her lips. “And I’m also sure that Harley isn’t spreading falsehoods about me containing profanity, are you Mr. Keener?”
He whipped around and sent Harley a look. “Hm?”
“Uh, no sir, Mr. Carbonell.” Harley mumbled. “Jus’ repeatin’ what I heard is all.”
“You were only repeating what you heard.” Tony corrected. “And what you heard is incorrect. In no way, shape or form, did I lay Mayor Thompson out on his fully deserving, overly arrogant, Alpha ass.”
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