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ahead of us are plenty of unknown days – deathsweetqueen
M'Baku/Tony Stark/T'Challa
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“Please tell me you have some crazy plan up your sleeve to get me out of this,” Tony begs, clutching at his godmother’s hand in his lap.
Peggy gives him an unbearably soft look, her thumb dragging back and forth over his pulse point.
“I’m so sorry, ducky,” she says, in a low, rushed voice. “I wish I could do more for you, but I can’t.”
Tony hides how much that hurts, how much it pierces all the soft undersides to him, and blinks away the sting of tears, because he’s about to be sold in marriage to two strangers all because he wasn’t born with a goddamn knot and he goes into heat once a month; he’s fucking allowed to cry if he wants.
au: a/b/o