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I’m so happy to gift @monster-cock69 with a fic for the @starkerfestivals Spring Fever event! I hope you enjoy <3

Prompt: “He’s just a kid.” “Does that look like a kid to you?” 

also on ao3

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The pardoning of the Rogue Avengers could not have come at a worse time. 

Tony knew that they needed a united front to be ready for any future attacks. He was all too aware. He just wished that they’d returned after he managed to get his man. He didn’t need anyone or anything getting in the way of his wooing. 

With all of the Avengers under one roof once more, the only time Tony could get dibs on Peter was during their one-on-one sessions in the lab. Everywhere else they went was teeming with superheroes or employees, and Tony was sick of it. He missed having Peter to himself. 

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I’ve had these two ✨lovely✨ AO3 comments in the past two days:

I’m so grateful

In NWH when Dr Strange says to Wong “hasn’t he been through enough?” about Peter, he’s fully referring to the fact that Tony and Peter were in love and a couple, and that Peter had the love of his life ripped away from him. 100% on that ride to Titan, Dr Strange walked in on Tony and Peter in a random spaceship room having sex. That’s all.

@starker-sorbetfor the @starkerfestivalsSpring Fever Exchange!

The prompt was “New parents Tony and Peter going on a date, with Avengers babysitting the kid. Maybe come home to chaos.”

Hi!! I got an idea a couple days ago then spent the next 9 hours designing and assembling this!! Starker print and fold paper toys!!

Printable version under cut

If you do make it, make a small between the lower part of peter and tony’s torsos so their legs can go there, and please send me a pic!!

a redraw of those avenger cartoon screenshots

i redesigned the Iron-Cherubs a little because they creeped me out

Me? Drawing until 3am for the express purpose of inflicting suffering on all of you? Its more likely than you think

Bouquet

You and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory
-Take Me Back, Black Friday

AU where Tony and Peter were high school sweethearts and fate drove them apart. Until both are superheroes, with secret identities. Not knowing why they feel so much trust and comfort around the other until the first time they take off their masks in front of each other.

mermaid AU

Ch. 6

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Peter didn’t think the night could get any worse. He’d clearly messed up with Tony, even if he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d done wrong. Tony was trained to mask his emotions and could do so expertly, but his biggest tell was his eyes, which were so expressive that even years of media-training couldn’t shut down his feelings. It was why he relied on sunglasses so heavily; living in a world of businessmen and reporters hungering for his downfall, he couldn’t afford to let them in on his thoughts. Tony had given that up, Peter realized. For him. They were his only shield from all the people swarming him at the moment, and he was willing to let them have him in order to protect Peter. 

It only made Peter feel guiltier for whatever he’d done to hurt Tony. 

This was truly a miserable experience, but Peter supposed he had no one to blame for it but himself. He could’ve been at Tony’s side. Instead, he was sitting at a bar with all his strength drained out of him, watching Tony from a distance. He was being his usual charming self, it seemed, buttering up his wealthy peers to ensure that they donate to the fundraiser. Peter wondered how much money would be donated collectively by the end of the night. More than he could ever dream of earning in a lifetime, that was for sure. 

Tony turned his head, sensing Peter’s heavy stare. They met eyes and Peter’s heart stuttered to a stop. Tony’s eyes were dark and almost sad, despite the cheery grin he was putting on for the elites of New York. Peter ached to comfort him, to squeeze him tight until every ounce of unhappiness was gone and showed no sign of return. Tony gave him a short nod and turned back to the group he was entertaining. Peter’s heart slowly started back up, allowing his lungs to fill with the air Tony had stolen from them. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” drawled a man of Peter’s age, give or take a couple of years. 

Peter tried for a patient smile. “I’m here with a friend. I’m just waiting for him to finish up his schmoozing.” 

“So, what I’m hearing is, there’s no one special for me to worry about,” the young man seemed pleased. “Am I right?” 

Peter frowned. “I wouldn’t say he’s not special—”

“Are you dating anyone?” the other prodded. “No? That’s all I needed to know.”

Peter assessed him critically. The socialite was dressed to the nines with a cocky smirk to match, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder if he felt just as alienated as Peter did. He seemed too new to the scene to be able to comfortably slip into the hubbub. He would grow a second layer of skin soon enough, the same way Tony did. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but was there something specific you wanted to talk about?” Peter asked, tired. 

He wanted to go home. This was the opposite of what he’d been expecting of his night with Tony. 

“I’m Harry Osborn, heir to Oscorp Industries,” Harry introduced himself with a wink. “I was wondering if you wanted to get out of here. Preferably with me.” 

Peter was entirely unaccustomed to propositions and receiving one out of the blue set his cheeks ablaze. 

“I’m Peter Parker. And that’s flattering,” he managed to say through the knot in his throat, “but I can’t leave, I’m sorry.” 

Harry’s lips pursed in thought. “You don’t want to leave your friend?” 

“Bingo,” Peter said wryly. 

Harry shrugged. “Suit yourself. If you’re interested in being somewhere actually fun, I’m throwing a party at my place next weekend. I’ll text you the details if you give me your number.” 

“Sure,” Peter agreed, not giving himself time to think his decision through. 

He was young, wasn’t he meant to be living it up? He rarely strayed from his daily routine. It was about time he tried something new, especially considering how many people cited their twenties as their best years. In addition, the party would provide a rather good distraction from some of his struggles. 

They exchanged numbers. Peter half-expected Harry to move on to the next person who caught his eye in hopes of getting lucky, but he stayed at the bar and kept Peter company. Peter felt himself beginning to warm up to Harry, who made for surprisingly good conversation. He was knowledgeable on chemistry and electrical engineering, and was willing to share some of what Oscorp was working on with Peter. It was all fascinating to Peter, who was a chemist at heart and hardly had the chance to talk shop. He did his best to memorize what Harry told him about Oscorp’s electrical engineering department, thinking that Tony might find it interesting. 

It was as that thought faded from his mind that Tony made his way to where he and Harry were seated. 

Tony cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before he asked, “Are you doing all right?”

“Yes,” Peter replied with a hesitant smile. He wasn’t sure how to operate around Tony at the moment, especially not with company there to witness it. 

Speaking of… 

“Harry, this is Tony—”

“Stark,” Harry finished for him, seeming both impressed and just a tad intimidated. “This is your friend?”

Peter flushed. Of course Harry would know who Tony Stark was. He didn’t know why he’d even bothered trying to introduce him. 

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion and offense written plainly on his face. “Friend?” 

Peter tried not to let Tony’s indignation hurt. What was so bad about being friends with Peter? Didn’t Tony want them to be friends? Keeping up with Tony’s ever-shifting stance on their relationship was like trying to juggle the Empire State Building. 

Attempting to let the moment pass, Peter ignored the questions entirely. 

“Tony, this is Harry Osborn,” he announced, wondering if this was another unnecessary introduction. 

“Heir to Oscorp Industries,” Harry added. “That’s the important part, Peter, don’t leave it out.” 

They shared a laugh, oblivious to the disgruntled expression Tony was sporting. Tony crept closer and placed a firm hand on Peter’s shoulder. Peter sucked in a sudden breath, cherishing the little sparks that burst where Tony’s fingers were massaging his shoulder through the suit. For a moment, he wished the suit wasn’t there, in hopes of feeling Tony’s touch on his bare skin. He shook his head, fighting valiantly to banish that thought from his mind. Tony wouldn’t touch him that way with a ten-foot pole. There was no use in fantasizing about what could never be.

“Oscorp,” Tony hummed. “Still conducting human experiments?” 

Harry smiled tightly. “We don’t do that anymore. Is Stark Industries still tearing apart families?” 

Peter gaped at them as they went back and forth. What was all this posturing about? He was aware of Tony’s dislike of Oscorp, but he didn’t foresee him starting some weird rich-people squabble with the company’s heir. Whatever was going on here, Peter didn’t like it. As the men before him continued to trade thinly-veiled barbs, the pressure on Peter’s shoulder grew more and more uncomfortable. It felt oppressive, now, rather than comforting. 

Tony wasn’t tightening his grip on Peter. 

Peter just felt trapped.

He supplied the pair with a feeble excuse and slipped away, leaving them to their pissing contest. He wasn’t going to keep sticking around. He didn’t belong here. 

Ch. 20

If this looks familiar, it’s because I’m reposting it from the blog I deactivated.

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“Baby,” Tony whispered, gently running his hands through Peter’s hair. “Do you want to go to Malibu?”

Peter lifted his head from the pillow, squinting at him with drowsy eyes. “What?”

“Do you want to go to Malibu?” Tony asked again. “Fall Break is next week.”

“Isn’t it kind of last minute to be making plans now?” Peter wondered, taking hold of Tony’s arms to cuddle into them.

Tony pressed a small kiss onto his head, assuring, “No. I have a private jet and a mansion in Malibu. We don’t need to make any reservations unless you want to stay at a hotel. All we need to do is pack our things, and we don’t even have to do that. I can buy you a whole new wardrobe in Malibu.”

“Do not buy me any clothes,” Peter poked his chest to emphasize his point, “and didn’t your mansion blow up? I’m pretty sure I saw that on the news when I was younger.”

“It did,” Tony sighed, his mind flashing back to the crumbling walls and loud explosions. “It wasn’t pretty. But I had it rebuilt after that.”

Peter traced comforting circles onto Tony’s chest with the pads of his fingers, hoping to distract him from his traumatic memories. “Let’s go to Malibu, then. I’ve never been, so you’ll have to show me around. Maybe we can go to the beach.”

“We will absolutely go to the beach,” Tony threw him a filthy grin. “Do you really think I’d pass up the chance to see you shirtless?”

Peter rolled his eyes, his fingers straightening to playfully slap Tony’s chest. “You see me shirtless every day.”

“But I don’t see you shirtless and wet every day,” Tony pointed out.

“Who says I’ll swim?” Peter challenged. “Maybe I’ll just sunbathe.”

“Sweetheart, I know you’ll swim,” Tony said confidently, “and so will Morgan, which means you have to go in and watch her, even if you weren’t already planning to swim. I’ll just lay on the beach and look pretty, give you something to stare at.”

“It’s the beach. There will be plenty of pretty things—and people—to stare at.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “You better not. I did not work on my abs for you to go and look at someone else’s.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Peter laughed. “But you know I’d love you without the abs too, right?”

“I do,” Tony smiled gently, “though I’ll admit it’s nice to have confirmation. I’m getting a little flabby in my old age.”

Peter cocked a disbelieving brow. “You’re still in your prime. And even if you were flabby, who cares?”

Tony kissed him then, not pulling away until his chest tightened uncomfortably from the lack of air. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “Morgan is awake and is asking to have cake for breakfast.”

Tony snorted. “Tell her that her teeth will fall out if she has cake, and that my answer is no.”

“I guess we should get up,” Peter reluctantly slid out of Tony’s tight grasp. “We have to get her ready for school.”

Tony followed him out of their bed, saying, “At least this is the last day before the break. I hate waking up so early.”

When they finished getting ready and entered the kitchen, they found Morgan sitting at the table in her personally handpicked outfit of the day. She was clad in a light yellow dress with brown alpacas printed all over it, her feet already placed in her Velcro shoes.

“We should start teaching her how to tie shoelaces,” Peter suggested to Tony. “I think we might be at the point where she can start transitioning to sneakers. Not sure, though.”

“I’ll look it up later.” Tony kissed his cheek and joined Morgan at the table, proclaiming, “Don’t you look wonderful today, Morguna?”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Morgan swung her feet cheerfully. “Can we have cake? Pretty please?”

“I’m sure FRIDAY already told you what my answer to that question is,” Tony raised his eyebrows, nudging a bowl of fruit in her direction, trying to prompt her into eating.

“You’re lame,” Morgan huffed, sliding off of her chair to sidle up to Peter, who was making some toast nearby. “Papa? Can we have cake?”

“You know, I was considering saying yes,” Peter lied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But you were mean to Daddy, so no.”

Morgan wilted, bearing a striking resemblance to a dying flower in that moment.

“Where did you learn the word ‘lame’?” Tony chimed in.

“A boy in my class said it,” Morgan said sourly, getting back in her chair with a pout on her face.

“Do you know what it means?” Peter asked, sitting down next to Tony to display that they were a united front.

Morgan nodded silently.

Tony followed up with his own question. “Do you know that it can hurt people’s feelings?”

The little girl nodded again.

“Then why did you say it?”

“Because I was upset,” Morgan mumbled.

“Being upset doesn’t mean that you should make others feel upset, too,” Peter took her hand in his. “It’s okay to feel upset. It’s not okay to call others bad names.”

“We said no to cake because it’s not healthy to have all the time,” Tony added. “If we could just eat anything we wanted, we wouldn’t fit through the doors in our home.”

Morgan smiled a little at the last sentence. “Okay. I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

She crawled into his lap, resting her head on his broad shoulder, and her smile stretched wider when he said, “I forgive you, honey. But I don’t want you saying bad words like that again.”

Breakfast went by without any additional drama. When Peter packed Morgan’s lunch for school, he slipped one of the cupcakes they’d baked into her lunch bag. It wasn’t quite a cake, but they were really the same thing. He figured that she’d learned her lesson and that letting her have one with her lunch was more appropriate than giving it to her for breakfast, anyway.

Tony got off of work earlier than usual that day, claiming that he had no more patience for his ‘moronic employees that can’t even get coffee without spilling it’ and that he ‘missed his family and wanted to see them sooner’. So, he and Peter went to pick up Morgan from school together, and were met at the gates by Molly.

“Peter!” the woman threw herself at the aforementioned man, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Tony stamped down the hot anger trying to rise out of his chest. Before he could yank her off of his boyfriend, Peter delicately pried her off himself.

“Molly, hi,” Peter greeted her with a slight grimace. “So, um, I’ve only just realized that you’ve been trying to—”

“Seduce him,” Tony cut in, irritated.

“—and I wanted to let you know that I’m flattered, but I’m committed to Tony and not interested in starting anything with anyone else,” Peter finished.

Molly blinked at him silently for a few seconds, taken aback. “Are you saying this because he’s here? Baby, I promise, we can still be together. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Peter cringed. “I don’t know what made you think that I’m interested, but I’m not.”

Molly surged forward desperately, clutching at the lapels of his jacket. “Peter, come on, why don’t you spend the break with me and take the time to think about it? I think you’re acting rashly right now.”

“Let go of him before I make you,” Tony threatened, his hand twitching reflexively towards the watch on his left wrist.

“He doesn’t love you,” Molly snapped at Tony. “He loves me, he does, he’s just not thinking clearly right now.”

“Then where was he all these months?” Tony asked, spurring on before she could answer. “That’s right. He was in our home, in our bed, and in my arms.”

“Tony,” Peter gave him a warning glance. “Please don’t antagonize her. Molly, I’m sorry, but I really don’t love you.”

“You’ll realize what a mistake you’re making,” Molly swore, “and when you do, you’ll come crawling right back.”

She stormed off to the other side of the gates, opting to leave them where they were standing and wait for her daughter elsewhere.

Tony and Peter exchanged relieved looks.

“Good riddance,” Tony muttered, embracing the younger man.

Peter hesitated, his good manners warring with genuine happiness, before settling on a simple: “Yeah.”

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