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Tony: Isn’t it supposed to be “you saved my life, now I owe you”? Peter: Nope. The other way around. You saved my life, and now I’m your problem. You don’t like it? Kill me. Tony: I don’t th-- Peter: God wanted me dead and now you get to find out why. Tony: … Tony: You concern me more and more every day.
" DAEMONUIUM " - Tony Stark
Chapter Summary ➣ The Fall of Stark Castle. Pairing ➣ Fallen Prince!Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 611 words Chapter Warnings ➣ Medieval! AU, Slow Burn, Violence, Major Character Death. Author's Notes ➣ An idea by @welldonekhushi, a bit different to what I usually write, next chapter will hopefully provide more context. Thank you to my lovely beta reader @nicoline1998enilocin <3
Prologue - Overture
The rope felt rough against the Prince’s neck.
Tapestries of silk, once proudly displaying the kingdom’s colours and emblems, have been shredded from their rods, some burnt into meagre piles of ash; the rest torn by the passage of time and faded by the harsh sun.
The throne, once a shining beacon in the grand hall, now stands in solitude. Its layers of gold leaf have been stripped away, revealing the cold iron underneath. The brilliant gemstones that adorned its surface have been pillaged and looted, leaving only empty settings behind. The rows of stained glass windows, each depicting a moment of the kingdom's triumphs, are now shattered, their intricate designs marred into shards.
The peasants stormed the palace. They came in hordes of near thousands, pitchforks and flames in hand. The grand doors splintered under their force, crashing open to reveal the opulent corridors within. The echoes of their cries reverberated off the stone walls as they surged forward, a seething mass of defiance against the monarchy. The nobles, once standing proud and untouchable, now cowered in their gilded chambers, the unfortunate ones having been slaughtered in cold blood.
The same could not be said for the Prince. For he ran, like a swift wind through every nook and cranny of the castle — up twisting stairwells, down spiralling towers — the peasant’s voices like cries of the damned — the walls quaking with emancipated rage, like the first leak in the wall of a dam, forewarning that nothing could hold for long. His patterned robe dragged upon the floor, stained red with blue blood.
His legs could only carry him so far; he found himself perched at the edge of the turret, overlooking the dark horizon and the sheer drop into the ocean below, the waves crashing against the splintered rocks. He could hear the peasants’ voices as they approached, drawing closer by the second. It dawned on him that death was not a matter of when, but how.
“ There he is, ” — fear became a tangible, living force, creeping over his figure like some ravenous beast, holding him in a standstill — “ Seize him! ”
The Prince was bound; not by silver shackles or golden chains, but by simple rope. He was marched like cattle out of the palace gates, being put on as a barbaric display of irreverence; a sovereign turned laughing stock in the span of a night. The peasants scrambled like rats, just for the chance to witness the spectacle.
Amidst the crackling of bonfires and the scorching heat. His body trembled with cold, but his mind burned with anger — with memories of the firelight still drifting like phantoms in his brain.
Tears fall from the Prince’s eyes. They meander down his cheeks.
That fateful second before the floorboards dropped, the Prince pondered if he had anything left to save in death. He stands in solitude on the gallows. While the Cardinal recited blessings in Latin, the words in the people’s mouths were nothing but curses, laced with vitriol and the name of the Devil, lashing out like a bitten and cornered dog, condemning him to the deepest rings of Hell.
The creak of the floorboards, the roar of the crowd — these were among the last things he would hear before he died. His eyes did not bear remorse; instead, they held shame, to be stripped from the high chambers of the castle and reduced to the same fate as a lowly outlaw.
What he’d give to be a young prince again, adorned with jewels and veneration — now he’s traded in his necklace for a noose —
The Prince took his last few straggling breaths, and the floor gave way beneath him.
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Voodoo4Dummies
Wanda x y/n
Agatha x Wanda (friends only)
Nat + yelena + y/n (sisters)
Y/N gets killed on a mission, leaving her one true love, Wanda to deal with the consequences. Throughout the weeks after Y/N’s death, Wanda seeks out help from her old friend Agatha, in which they stumble upon multiple books, the Dark Hold, The Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy and Voodoo for Dummies.
WANDAS POV
“im closing in on the room with the, what did you call it tasha? a goober?” Y/N’s voice echoing through the earpiece which allows the team to speak to one another during missions, with a hint of sarcasm she speaks in her Russian accent. Following this Natasha chuckles into her earpiece and following up with “shut it y/n/n, get the USB and get out”
I smile at the interaction they share while fighting off another round of hydra agents.
“Uh guys. So I took the USB out of the computer and now there’s a timer on the screen. i- I think it’s a bomb” y/n announces with a tremble clear in her voice
“hey, hey no malysh, cmon, it’s okay just get as far away from that room as possible, what floor are you on?” Yelena says in a comforting tone, recognising the fear in her baby sisters voice
“Fuck I don’t know Lena, but it’s high maybe 5th floor from what I can see” my heart sinks, memories of Pietro’s death flood back into my brain, she can’t die like this. I can’t loose her. “My love come on, just keep running please” I plead with her, I can hear her heavy breathing through the earpiece.
One I manage to get outside, all the hydra agents on sight are dead and the whole team are out front looking at the door waiting for one of Y/N’s last minute miracles, she always gets into trouble on missions because she is careless with her life, always diving head first into trouble and unlike any normal person she always ends up surviving. It’s an ongoing joke that her power is luck.
I run over to Natasha and turn to the building in hopes y/n runs outside and into my arms. Tony points up to a window “what is she doi…*BANG*”
the whole team falls to the floor in attempt to cover from the flames that burst out of the building. We all watch as Y/N jumps through the window of the 5th floor, her body on an incline toward the floor, a scream rips from both mine and Yelena’s lungs as our y/n hits the floor in one swift motion, her small frame, slumped against a car, her head hung low, her tactical goggles covering her eyes, her raven curls covering the remaining surface of her face.
Everyone stumbles to their feet to get to y/n, yelena making it to her first, falling to her knees and holding her younger sisters lifeless head up in her hands, she cursed under her breath as the rest of the avengers huddle up around the two, i kneel next to yelena with panic. “Is she awake?” I say in a sense of urgency as I lift up my girlfriends tactical goggles off her eyes, her head still resting in yelenas hands.
That’s when it hits me.
I cant hear her heartbeat, I lift my hand up, my palm just in front of her face, my fingers grazing over her forehead. Strands of red magic float around her head.
“i- I can’t feel you” I say in a whisper to y/n before looking around “I can’t feel her” I announce to the group in panic “why can’t I feel her?” I say as Natasha pulls my body into hers, wrapping her arms around me as tears cascade down my face. Yelena starts to gently slap Y/N’s face “come on little one, this isn’t fucking funny, wake up. Wake up y/n, WAKE UP” Yelena’s screams can be heard from anyone, probably even from universes away.
“wake up, come on Wanda, wake up your having a nightmare” I am shook awake, my eyes flutter open as my body is shook by my best friend Agatha, she looks down at me with fear in her eyes. I rub my eyes, tears staining my black stained fingers, I slowly lift my body into a sitting position opposite Agatha. “Oh hun, it’s okay, we will find her body and bring her back, just like we said, yes?” Agatha says in a hopeful yet reassuring tone of voice. I nod slowly knowing today is the day I am to go to S.W.O.R.D headquarters to talk to general Hayward about Y/N’s body.
- time skip -
I walk into S.W.O.R.D headquarters with a plan and an right to commit to my plan.
“Ah yes, hello miss Maximoff. Here to see general Hayward? Right this way, let me get this door for you” a man on front desk greets me but I know where I need to be “I’ve got it but thanks” I say interrupting the kind man as I use my powers to open the door.
Once in Haywards office he greets me with a nod “hello miss Maximoff” he smiles “okay yes I know your here for your girlfriends body but I’m sorry to inform you, she’s the government’s property” i tilt my head in anger knowing he would say something like this, and because of that me and Agatha came up with a plan, I would distract him while Agatha goes in and teleports Y/N’s body back to the house we share. “If it where that the two of you had married before her death then I would of been allowed to hand over her body to you” that one hit a nerve, the night my love died I was planning to propose to her after our weekly movie night. After a breif moment of silence I went to speak, just as the radio attached to Haywards fancy suit blazer goes off “general Hayward, the mutants body has been compromised” I smile a little knowing they meant Y/N, however she wasn’t a mutant she just… well she was a mutant, but she wore a power dampener in fear she would hurt the ones she loved, I remember her staying up for weeks upon end in the lab making the stupid gadget, she would stay up until she passed out in someone’s arms. My thoughts are broken as I see Hayward run out of the room, I chuckle knowing she is already at the house, I drive back to mine and Agatha’s small house quickly with excitement radiating off my body.
Once entering the driveway, i quickly get out of the car and run into the house, without wasting time, I go straight to the basement, throwing my overcoat off my body, Agatha already has your body upon the medical table we built. “You ready hun?” She says in a comforting voice
I grab the only book that had gotten me and Agatha any progress. We had tried the Dark Hold but this book, voodoo for dummies was a remake of a old witches book from the 1600s a spell for reincarnation had been left opened in the book. I smile at Agatha and nod. We had done this spell many of times in the last week, we would kill people before bringing them back, it would work.
Agatha on one side of the table, me on the other, we lit candles and as much as it hurt me to do we had to carve runes into your skin, we started on your arms, carving over your scars, then we had to rip your shirt and I had to carve over your heart. Once we finished we started chanting in Latin. After a few minutes your body started to shake as if you where having a seizure I pressed my hands down onto your freezing shoulders and held you down. all of a sudden your body went limp again and Agatha threw the book “what a crock of shit” she curses. And turns around to pace the room.
I sigh and look down at your body, caressing your cheek lightly, this is when your eyes flutter open slowly, “my love?” I say quietly as Agatha quickly spins around to look at what I’m talking to. “oh my, Wanda she’s alive, she’s alive” Agatha nearly shouts.