The next day, after Tony is released Steve ushers him into a huge bedroom in the castle and onto a large soft bed.

He feels his legs be pressed apart, feels Steve lick his hole open with intent. He arches his back and bites his lip and moans like a whore as Steve sucks and pushes his tongue in and in and in slurping obscenely. Eventually, Steve ( Read more... )

Tony is dozing against Steve’s shoulder, mind drifting hazily, when the fireworks start.

Red and blue lights fill the sky, exploding in bright starbursts, white streaks fizz and crackle. Steve gasps, arms tightening around Tony’s shoulders.

“Look Tony,” He says, voice hushed. “It’s amazing.”

Tony watches as the fireworks explode in star shapes ( Read more... )

“Tony, my man!” Clint catches sight of them as they round the corner of Baker Street and South Side. He’s dressed for the occasion, bright purple shirt and stylish brown trousers. Tony is envious of his hygiene and plots to steal some clean clothing from Clint as soon as possible. He grins as they reach the broad arched doorway of the Tawny ( Read more... )

“I’m not afraid of you.” Tony grits out, teeth clenched. His hair stings his eyes and he blinks rapidly against the rain. In the corner of his eye he can see Pepper’s body. She’s not moving.  The behemoth of a suit stands tall above him so high it seems to block out the very sky.

He can hear Obadiah breathing through the microphone. “I’ll give you ( Read more... )

Exhaustion hits them some hours later. They haven’t reached the edge of the wood and Tony is admittedly, beginning to worry. It does take more than one day to get through the Forest of Dawn but usually by the end of the first day the trees have begun to thin out. He’s rarely spent the night in the deep part of the wood and the few times he had he’d ( Read more... )

He sits up, a cold sweat coating his body, beading down his neck and curling his hair. He’s shivering in the dampness of the cave and his chest is cold- Peggy must have long since slinked off. It’s still night, pitch dark, the witching hour he reckons. Tony runs his hands through his hair and heaves a sigh. The fire is dying down, a mere ember glow ( Read more... )

“Right,” Tony rubs his hands together and sidesteps an interestingly shaped boulder the size of two of him combined. “We’ve got about four days to get to this festival of Remembrance, so we’re going to have to high tale it.”

It’s nearing mid day already and the sun is a burning ball of unsympathetic light in the sky. Tony’s dark hair feels like a ( Read more... )

“Well, I suppose it could be worse.”  Tony grumbles, squinting up at the high tower. It is times like these that he wishes he hadn’t lost his Flying Suit.

The shield feels heavy, like lead, in his hands and as he hefts it up onto his shoulder he momentarily doubts the intelligence of his decision to become a thief. Then he glances down at it, at ( Read more... )

yup fiction in it's truest form. I usually post on comms and not my own journal but I don't really belong to a SPN comm (except wincest but this isn't wincest soo). I've had this idea in my head though people mentioning it have definitely facillitated this creation! Definitely a use of creative license for interweaving Anne of Green Gables book and ( Read more... )

I am going to Scotland in exactly....three days counting today ( Read more... )