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A teaspoon of crazy

Annie Cresta hasn’t always been always mad. Sometimes, when there’s complete peace- not silence (the silence just sets her off) but the kind of peace that comes from sitting in a meadow after it’s rained and listening to the chirping crickets- she can remember what it’s like to have a mind that makes sense.

She remembers inventing her own recipes for these eccentric desserts which people were always wary of trying and would then always end up demolishing.

She remembers having the attention span to sit and complete an entire five thousand piece puzzle. Now, most days her hands shake too much for her to even tear the plastic wrapping off the box.

But here in the meadow, with the smell of petrichor and the soft grass under her fingers, she feels like maybe she could pretend to be a normal girl, if only just for a little while. Of course the peace doesn’t last, it never does. No one is stupid enough to think that winning the hunger games means you’re safe.

Not even when you drive a stake through the heart of your last remaining enemy. No. Shank isn’t the enemy. He didn’t choose to leave his sickly mother and his five little brothers to fight to death in a cage for the amusement of rich people. Shank isn’t the enemy and he doesn’t deserve this, so Annie closes her eyes and imagines she’s driving the stake through Snow. It doesn’t make it easier, but it gets her out of that arena.

Her mentor is waiting on the other side, and he looks like he was in there with her. Annie is screaming. She’s exhausted down to her bones, and her voice barely works anymore (she wonders if it ever will again), but she can feel Shank’s blood on her fingers and she can’t stop screaming. She wants it off. She wants it gone. (She wants to be gone, too, but that’s harder to explain)

Everyone is very confused. She just won the 70th Hunger Games- she should be singing from the rooftops and celebrating. She’s safe.

Of course she’s not, not really. She knows it, and, as Coriolanus Snow crowns her the victor with his crocodile smile, he knows it too.

But there’s one other person who also knows it. He’s the only one who looks even half as destroyed as she feels. He always runs to her when he sees her. The first time it happens, she has just come out of the arena and she can’t stop the shrieking sounds which keep clawing themselves out of her throat. He gathers her in his arms and squeezes her so tight that she feels her bones rattle.

But she also feels her screams die down as he contains them in his arms, and she thinks that if he keeps holding her like this, she might be able to live with herself just a little.

After that, Finnick always runs when he sees her. It’s funny that he runs towards her with the speed at which other people run away. No one can come too close to Crazy Annie, because no one knows what she might do next. The poor girl won the Hunger Games and came out of it mad.

“I don’t think I ever made it out of that arena,” she whispers one day. It’s a calm day, peaceful enough for her to sort through the noise in her head and hold a conversation. But that probably has more to do with the person holding her. The day didn’t start off calm, but looking at her now, it’s impossible to tell that she was seconds from ripping out her own throat only moments ago.

“I don’t think any of us did, my love,” he whispers against her hair. She loves it when he whispers against her hair. Especially on days where everything sounds like static and she can feel the fabric of her clothes rubbing against her skin. When he holds her like a promise and murmurs into her hair, she feels settled enough to take out of his hands and play with his fingers without thinking about breaking them.

Other times, when she feels coherent, Annie wonders when Finnick will finally decide he’s had enough. He has no shortage of options- he could court anyone from the most beautiful woman in the Capitol to Snow’s daughter herself. Annie wants him to go. There is so much out there for him and she loves him so much that she wants him to have it all.

She wants him to go, but it seems she doesn’t love him enough to let him go.

It makes her mad when he stays, too. And when she gets mad, she takes it out on him. He doesn’t deserve this, she thinks in a moment of clarity, as she aims a vase for his head. His lightening fast reflexes save him, of course, he didn’t win the Hunger Games for nothing, and the glass shatters against the wall, taking an ugly painting with it.

Maybe he did win the Hunger Games for nothing, she tells him, because he’s wasting away his freedom shackled to her.

“You think I feel shackled to you?” He says, and his sea green eyes swim with hurt. Haven’t I done enough to prove that I love you? the hunch of his shoulders says. She absolutely hates herself for hurting him, and she takes that out on him, too.

“I feel shackled to you!” She screams, and can’t he see that she’s trying to be selfless? She will always need him, but he doesn’t need her. And he definitely doesn’t deserve her. She lobs a fork at him, as if to prove her point, and he dodges it. He catches the candle labra and sidesteps the flying metal tray, and he does it so calmly that she feels more and more unhinged with each step he takes towards her. He pauses when she reaches for the chair, and then he moves faster than she can.

He runs to her, and Annie freezes. She understands now, why he runs. He’s trying to get to her before her demons do, she thinks with a choked sob, and sinks to her knees with it.

There are no words, just arms which feel like home lifting her as if she weighs nothing and carrying her away from the mess that she has created herself. Her Their living room is a good reflection of what’s going on inside her mind, and it’s ironic that it’s also symbolic of their relationship.

She just wants to be normal.

“I’m never going to change,” she mutters, over and over again as he lays her down on the bed. She clutches at him like he’ll disappear if she loosens her grip, because surely no one is this good. No one is this pure. He must be a hallucination.

“Good,” the look he gives her is long and hard. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Finnick Odair and Crazy Annie,” she scoffs, and her breathing is sporadic. He places a hand over her heart to settle her, and she doesn’t wonder why it works. She wonders if she sounds as bitter as she feels. “The Golden Boy and his Lunatic.”

There are fingers on her chin, tipping her head up towards the most brilliant pair of eyes. Even in her haziest moments, she never forgets the ring of green in a sea of blue, sparkling with an emotion she can’t quite put her finger on.

“Yes,” he says, and a part of her is grateful he doesn’t correct her- doesn’t bother with false consolations that she will be okay one day. “My Lunatic.”

“You don’t have to have a lunatic,” she chokes out, but it comes as more of a sob, and she can feel her vision blur with the same tears she cried when she made her first kill. She feels like she’s killing Finnick, too. “You deserve a normal girl.”

He closes his eyes when the second word leaves her mouth, as if he doesn’t want to listen to the rest. Maybe it’s because he knows what’s coming and he’s tired of being reminded of his situation. Doesn’t he understand that she’s giving him a way out? It hurts to be selfless, and most of the time even her thoughts aren’t her own, but for him, shes trying. For him, she wants something better.

“There is nothing better,” he says sharply, and she wonders if she even thinks in her head anymore. Nothing, he says, not no one. As if he knows that she believes there is not just a greater person but a better situation for him to be in. “And if there is, I don’t want it I-”

His voice breaks and Annie makes a wish. She wishes she was someone who could comfort him. She has no words, not even the gibberish ones, so she offers a hand at the back of his head, buried in his bronzed curls to pull him closer even though she was supposed to be pushing him away.

“When will you understand,” he whispers into the skin of her neck, and she doesn’t remember much, but she remembers what it is to shiver. “There’s no normal for people like you and me. You are my normal girl.”

She doesn’t speak, because it’s easier to be selfish this way. There’s only so much of herself she can sacrifice in trying to let him go. Maybe she’ll succeed some other day, when she’s stronger. And better. There is nothing better. He presses his nose to her jaw, as if he can hear her thoughts and he knows he needs to remind her.

The fight drains out of her.

Annie pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his hair, hoping it will bring him the same comfort he brings her, even though it’s impossible for anything to feel like what Finnick makes her feel.

His eyes were sparkling at her, she realises.

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The Peter and MJ coffee shop au no one asked for

Being Spider-Man is really cool. Peter gets to wear a really cool suit with his own AI (shoutout to Mr Stark thanks man), swing from buildings, and save people, which is really cool.

He’s not big like the avengers or those guys who saved the galaxy (or something). But even being a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, he has his hands full.

Well except sometimes he doesn’t have his hands full and that’s the problem.

No look. He is always busy with patrol, but patrol doesn’t necessarily mean there will be someone to save every hour.

(And Peter hopes it stays that way. It’s not like he’s eager to save people- no that came out wrong- it’s not like he thinks people should always need saving- no wait he doesn’t mean they should save themselves- it’s not like he wants people to be in trouble and need to be saved-did he get it right-)

The bottom line is that sometimes he’s sitting on the edge of the top of a building and Mr Stark is off saving the world and he specifically said that calling to talk about May’s new haircut does not count as an emergency (even though it is an emergency because she should not be allowed to go out looking like that) and Ned’s busy building a new Star Wars ship (which Peter did seriously consider but what if one of the bad guys held an important Lego piece hostage? Peter can’t say that he wouldn’t do the villain’s bidding to get it back) and Peter is bored.

Being a superhero doesn’t mean he’s always in on some action (which again, it’s not like he wants there to be action- like action where people get hurt or-). A lot of the time he has to sit there and swing his legs back and forth. Sometimes civilians on their balconies will strike up two minute conversations, but even boring old Miss Hubbard has her fifteen cats to tend to.

Anyways, Peter needs a book.

Apparently neither Peter nor his aunt have ever read a book before, if the absolute lack of novels in their apartment Is anything to go by. And as thrilling as the theory of quantum physics is, the excitement is more in the physical work, where he can actually get his hands dirty, so Peter can’t argue that he won’t fall asleep reading his textbooks on patrol.

He mentions the book thing over dinner. May tells him that she’s seen a little bookstore a couple of blocks away from her office on her way to work, and Peter returns the favour by helpfully telling her she should invest in a beanie. She does not take kindly to that and Peter is now on clean up duty for the next two weeks.

The bookstore is a quaint little place with a brick walled front that reminds Peter of England. He’s never even been to England. One of the two glass windows on either side of the olive green door features shiny novels in plastic covering, as well as a handwritten sign advertising the available deals on used books.

A bell jangles as he steps inside. It’s all very cute. The size of the store, he discovers, doesn’t lie in its width but rather it’s length. An open ceiling boasts three floors worth of bookshelves, with a staircase smack bang in the middle. The stairs, which start from the ground floor, spiral till the third one, and it’s only standing at the foot of them that you can see where the ceiling ends.

No one appears to be at the cash register, which is pressed to the wall right in the beginning of the store.

He takes a minute to inhale the smell of coffee, lamination, and highlighters (though his spidey sense does also detect a hint of powdered sugar?) before calling out to empty space in front of him.

“Anyone here?”

“No, the owner has a habit of not hiring anyone and leaving the store empty for customers to help themselves.”

A girl slips out of what looks like a storage room behind the counter, and fixes him with an unimpressed looked. The beanie pulled low over her head allows enough of her hair to peek through for him to see that it is a mass of frizzy curls.

He greets her with an unsure smile. “Hey. I’m looking for a book.”

Maybe the girl isn’t trying to look unimpressed with him. Maybe that’s just the way her face is.

“Really? You’ll probably have better luck at the Five Guys across the road then.”

Peter recognises dry humour all too well when he sees it; Tony Stark seems to have an endless supply of it at his disposal and Peter spends a lot of time around the sarcastic billionaire. But it takes him a moment to figure out how to reply.

“I just meant that- that I..I need a recommendation.”

“I’m a cashier, not your personal shopper.”

Despite her semi harsh words, the girl is not mean in her manner of speech. She just says everything with a very straight (unimpressed) face, as if she’d rather be anywhere else in the world than ringing up books for chatty customers at a quaint little bookstore.

“Humor me anyway,” Peter crosses to the counter. “I have a lot of free time and I get bored. I need something to do.”

“Get a job,” she mutters noncommittally and he has to bite his tongue from saying ‘I have a job as Spider-Man does that count?’

“You’re not very good at this whole customer service thing are you,” he huffs out a little laugh. The stare she replies with is direct eye contact so unnerving that Peter scrambles to add “ma’am,” as if to tell her that he’s not trying to mess with her. He resists the urge to salute the way he’s seen Captain Rogers do, in fear of overdoing it.

“Right,” she says, more to herself than him, and disappears into the room behind the counter. Peter wonders if he has chased her back into hiding, before she reappears, a shiny new book in her hand.

“That’ll be $5.99.”

He stares at her stupidly for a second, before quickly getting his wallet out of his backpack and handing her a ten dollar note.

She doesn’t blink twice at the crumpled paper, scanning the book on the machine with a resounding beep. He’d ask if they have those first time customer discounts, but the prospect of being on the receiving end of her stare again is enough to keep him from enquiring.

She must save the store a lot of money; he doubts many people would risk asking her about a discount.

Her fingers click against the keyboard for a few seconds before the familiar sound of a receipt being printed is heard.

“Have a nice day,” she first hands him his change and then a brown paper bag, speaking in a monotonous way which suggests that she couldn’t care less if he falls in a puddle on his way out.

Despite it all, Peter finds himself smiling as he leaves to make his way to patrol, a brand new book clutched to his chest.

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Peter refusing to accept Tony’s money so Tony getting creative, I present to you

Tony breaking all of Peter and May’s things so he can replace them with better ones, examples include

Tony putting a fork in the toaster while it was on under the pretence of taking the bread out

well how was I supposed to know it doesn’t go in there? Friday usually makes me breakfast

Mr Stark you literally built an empire off of your technological genius-

Look kid, I’ll just get you a new one

Tony casually leaning against the fridge and knocking it over

I’m really buff kid I don’t like to talk about it

Tony testing out his thrusters in Peter’s living room, results include a destroyed television and a hole in the wall it was mounted on

Good thing we have spares in the basement

Spare whats? Walls?

Spare TVs, underoos. The wall I’ll have rebuilt- it was looking a little shaky anyways

That wall has stood perfectly fine for sixteen years-

Friday I’m gonna need you to send one of the spare plasma screens and two guys to install it, thanks

Tony straight up throwing the microwave out through the kitchen window

MR STARK-

Pete, do you know how detrimental microwaved food is to your health? I’ll get you a new one

WON’T IT STILL BE DETRIMENTAL

My own technology kid, you don’t look this young at my age just like that

Tony blasting a hole through the washing machine

So noisy these things. How do you stand them

Oh my God-

Pepper just bought a washing machine we don’t need, funny thing that

Tony setting the apartment on fire

I’d love to hear you explain this one Mr Stark

Irrelevant, also you can just move into the state of the art apartment at stark towers what a coincidence that it’s empty

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It’s giving future garden

Some beautiful garden🌸🌸

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Fairies

I want to go where nature happily greets me. ✿

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I’m sorry I had to try my hands at man bun Bucky. He looks so hipster, lmao

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Reblogging it so I don’t lose this masterpiece

Irondad Fic Rec List

I’ve read… a lot of fics recently, and mostly irondad. I hope my spiraling into the deep depths of ao3 can profit you guys! 

Oh Christmas Lights, keep Shining On by ciaconnaa 

Tony isn’t one to hash out the differences between a house and a home. Those kinds of cheesy sayings are better left to soccer moms and Hallmark cards. But standing in the middle of Peter’s kitchen with his sleeves all sudsy, surrounded by pictures, evidence, and history of a house well lived in, Tony can easily define that this is not a house, it’s a home. Peter’s home.

There’s no way he can take Peter away from his home for Christmas. Not when he doesn’t have his aunt anymore.

He makes a decision. A split decision, really. All the details explode in his head like a supernova, like they always do, but it’s a plan. And he’s gonna stick to it.

or;

Tony, Peter, and what it means to be a family.

This is my favorite irondad fic ever. Ever. It’s what made me start this list in the first place. Honestly anything ciaconnaa writes bowls me over and I strongly recommend just sitting down and reading everything they ever wrote, but this one. It shows Tony reacting to Peter being orphaned in a unique way, accommodating to his life in a way that isn’t really shown in most other fics. Really awesome imagery, and characterization, and everything. 

on speaker by sapphirestark 

“Parker! Is that your phone?” Mr Davids whisper-yelled, as if that did anything in a completely silent classroom. His classmates looked up from their tests to watch the exchange, and Peter couldn’t blame them.

He could only think of one person who would call him while he was in school, and it was the same person with both the power and the intent to program Karen into never fully silencing his calls.

“Uh, no?”

I love this one! Short and funny with on point banter. It’s also part of series that centers around Peter and his friends from decathlon finding him weird, which I also heartily recommend!

Popsicles and Playgrounds by ironfamjam

Tony Stark: MIT student, tech prodigy, SI inheritor, “world’s funnest baby-sitter.”

According to Peter anyway.

Or, the college baby-sitter AU no one asked for

This one is so good!! I reread it frequently. It’s such a unique concept and College Tony and Kid Peter have my entire heart. It’s also the first part of an equally good series, because we have been blessed by the fandom gods (and the hard work of fanfic authors everywhere). 

built from scraps by peterstank

“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

Technically this is more Pepper & Peter than it is Tony & Peter, although that does appear further in the series. You’ve probably read this already, considering it’s nothing short of the Holy Grail. Really, really awesome characterization and a fresh look into relationships. We see Peter grow up into a young adult and it’s very cool. 

in an empty moral space by blueh

“Bring Spider-Man to us, Mr. Stark,” High-heels says and rattles off an address. “If that bug isn’t here in the next twenty four hours, then your intern gets it. We are not going to ask a second time.”

There’s a pause.

Then, “You want Spider-Man?”

“In exchange for your intern,” High-heels affirms.

“Spider-Man,” Mr. Stark repeats. He sounds more amused than worried for Peter’s apparent safety.

also known as: Peter Parker is held hostage…in order to get to Spider-Man. Throw in some Accords reconciliation and, well, Peter’s life just got a whole lot weirder.

Genuinely funny. Awesome banter and BAMF, weird gen z Peter, with a Tony who trusts him wholeheartedly. 

what do i look like to you, a clearance rack? by peterstank

It happens once and then it keeps happening. It starts with a hoodie, and then slowly Tony is sacrificing more and more items of clothing in the name of a clumsy, irresponsible Spider-Baby with no sense of self preservation.

But honestly, he can’t bring himself to mind.

or: 5 times Peter steals Tony’s clothes + the 1 time they share.

Grade-A banter. A fun, fluffy read where Tony has clearly mentally adopted Peter. 

S.O.S. (Somehow Obtained Son) by madasthesea

Tony blinks. “You know Morse Code?”

C.L.E.A.R.L.Y.

“You can’t be that sick if you’re still capable of sarcasm, kid.”

This fic is really cool! Morse becomes sort of their own little language. It’s short but part of a really nice series that I also recommend! 

What They Saw by yesyeshyes

The times when other people saw how much Tony and Peter cared about each other, the time when Tony admitted he cared about the kid, and the one when Peter realized it himself. Not necessarily in that order.

Basically: Have a bunch of Marvel characters tell you how adorable Peter and Tony are around each other!

Really cool. Just basically an endless supply of outsider pov. You’re very welcome.

Bargain Basement Legacy by ciaconnaa

“No.”

The word spills from his mouth without half a thought right after Morgan pulls back the curtain with dramatic flair. “You barely even looked,” she grouses.

“Spider sense,” he uses as an excuse. “I could sense the danger.” But this time he gives pause and actually looks over her outfit choice: a green monstrosity with unflattering sleeves. “You look like a radioactive lime.”

Morgan swears before she disappears back into the dressing room.

or;

Peter takes Morgan shopping for her Halloween Homecoming dance. It’s only a little chaotic.

This is, technically, not an irondad fic but it’s just so good I couldn’t resist putting it in there. Peter & Teenage Morgan shenanigans and banter. 

Magic Tree House: Spiders at Sunrise by ciaconnaa

“Trust me, you’ll have so much more fun here,” Peter tells his daughter. “You get to play with Gerald, swim with Morgan, garden with Pepper -”

“- build a toy airplane with me,” Tony adds.

Peter’s eyes grow comically wide. He lets out a loud, dramatic, shout of anguish before he takes a few steps over and collapses onto the rug, AJ still pressed close to his chest. She starts shrieking with laughter at his theatrics. “No way! A toy airplane?! Tony builds the best stuff! I’m so jealous.”

or;

When MJ needs to study for school and Peter needs to do Official Spidery Things, their daughter gets to stay at Tony’s for a week, much to his delight. They do fun things like eating ice cream and watching movies. They also fall out of a tree house, but that part isn’t so fun.

Grandpa Tony!!!! Also awesome Peter & Terror Teenage Morgan. True sibling representation. 

our pages, flipped in reverse by ciaconnaa

Fifteen year old Peter Parker makes headlines when he’s captured in a terrorist attack during a Sokovian science convention. Three months later, he’s a household name when there’s reports he busted out of a cave in some ridiculous iron suit.

With a miniaturized version of Tony Stark’s infamous arc reactor in his chest.

Naturally, this means the two have to meet.

Ironson and Spiderdad!!! Really cool and original! I now frequently think of spider-bit Tony. The absolute disaster. Freaking out Rhodey and Pepper on a daily basis.

press one to procrastinate by mindshelter

Tony presses Accept and tries to school his embarrassing-ass beam into something less giddy as the call connects.

Peter’s entire grainy face fills the screen, staying silent for a few moments to let the choppy signal smooth out. In lieu of greeting, the younger man says, “One like and I will drop intro to operating systems.”

“Peter, this is a verbal conversation.”

Just Tony missing Peter while he’s in college! Cute, great dialog.

spider-shaped and dad-shaped by iron_spider

“I am,” Peter says. He tosses the pillow. “Indebted—no. Inebriated.” He winks, nodding. “Vocabulary.”

Tony narrows his eyes and marches over there, hovering above him. “Uh. Why?”

Now that he’s closer, Tony can see the bruises on Peter’s forehead, the cut across his jaw, and the new cuts slashing all over the suit.

“And you’re fucking hurt,” Tony says, his blood pressure skyrocketing. He kneels down, his knees immediately cursing him, and hauls Peter to his feet. The two of them straighten up—Peter sways and his eyes go saucer-wide and he laughs a little bit, like standing is a very new, special activity.

Cute, great banter, soft dad Tony. iron_spider is actually a champion at the funny inebriated talk, and I have another rec from the same series because it’s just funny to read. 

Metamorphosis by art_deco_deity

How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

Awesome outsider POV where we can witness Tony get his Dad Skills. The sequel is awesome too!

Apartment 43B by ironfamjam

After Peter gets stabbed clean through, he knows he can’t let May see. His genius plan? Sneak into his best friend’s apartment and clean himself up.

The problem?

It’s the wrong apartment.

Enter Tony Stark, the ex-CEO that disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago, armed with his handy little first aid kit, custom made coffee machine, and witty anecdotes.

Somehow, the breaking in becomes a habit.

Tony-in-hiding still accidentally becomes a vigilante’s mentor. Peter inadvertently brings fun (and stress) into his life. Very cool! I always like to read about low-key, mechanic Tony, and this was very well written.

Hero by lady_oneder

Time travel is fickle, and Tony is busting out his dad moves. Peter just wants to take the physics test he studied hard for.

OR

Tony, Morgan, and Peter accidentally travel back and time and meet Howard and Maria Stark

I love this one! I love to think about Tony’s early family, including a younger himself and Rhodey meeting Full On Dad Mode Tony. Like hell yeah, Jarvis! Look at your influence. 

that’s amore, squirt by floweryfran

or; five times tony proves he’s capable as a father and one time peter proves he’s a good kid, thank you very much

———

He always wants the place to look good when the kid is over. The Compound is big and white and echoing and lonely with just him and Pepper living here full time, Natasha visiting when she isn’t babysitting the illegal Captains America and checking in on Frozone, and Rhodey only here when he’s not prepping himself to be the next goddamn president of the United States. He likes it when the kid stays, he looks forward to it, and wants him to see it as a place to be comfortable, at the very least. He sleeps there two nights a week, anyway—more if he’s been stabbed or tased or something else stupid as shit and needs to be observed overnight in the medbay. It ought to be some semblance of a home.

Peter!!! and!!! Tony!!! speaking Italian together!!!! This is not a drill!!!!

where the dogs of society howl by floweryfran

It’s Morgan’s crying that wakes him, but it’s Peter’s that worries him.

The porch light is on, he sees. But rather than the one little form he expected to see, there are two. Shrouded in nighttime shadow, wrapped in layers for warmth, hunched over, the smaller cradling the larger.

or, tony really needs to start working on a damn prosthetic. one-armed cuddles are really a pain in the ass.

Post-Endgame madness activated. That is Tony’s KID, ladies, gentlemen and gentlefolk. 

i'll find you in the drift by tempestaurora

Peter worried at his lip, the hologram blue glowing all around them. “What if I mess up?”

“You’re not going to,” Tony replied, eyes on the screens again. “We drifted fine the other day. We had a great Neural Handshake and we train together daily. We’ve got this.“

Peter hesitated. “We have?”

“Yes, Parker. We have.” Tony stepped back from his screen and looked over to Peter. He looked so young behind his visor, and he’s a kid he’s a kid he’s a kid ran through his mind unbidden. “We’re a team, okay? I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine.”

When aliens came to Earth, they came out of the ocean, not the skies. To combat them, humans created jaegers: monstrous robots so massive they needed two pilots to control them. Ten years into the war, Rhodey is knocked out of commission, and the Iron Avenger jaeger is in need of a new pilot. Tony isn’t particularly happy about Peter Parker, a sixteen year old, joining the fight by his side, but sometimes you aren’t given a choice in these things.

Pacific Rim AU! Hell yes. No need to have seen the movie to understand what’s going on. The characterization is so interesting in this one! Well contextualized! They are kicking ass and taking names, and it is Cool.

Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled by madasthesea

“Um, I have a small problem over here,” Peter said without preamble when Tony picked up the call.

“How small?” Tony asked, standing from his stool, already on the way to a suit.

“Uh… about twelve inches long?” Peter’s voice trembled.

“… What?”

“I got stabbed.”

I love this one so much!!! Their relationship and the dialog is so cool!! Tony distracting Peter and cheering him up and comforting him! 

Peter Parker’s Super Secret Snack Stash by coconutknightshade 

“It’s D, Peter. We talked about this.”

“No it’s not, Ned. Because if it were D then I would be wrong and that would put me at a 65% already on this practice exam and we haven’t even gotten through it all. I can’t fail another history exam, Ned! This last one is worth 60% of our grade! If I fail this final then I’ll fail the class and if I fail the class then I’ll be kicked out of school-”

“You’re top of our year, Peter.” You can almost hear Ned’s eye roll as he talks over Peter.

“- and if I’m kicked out of school then I’ll be forced to live on the streets exchanging sexual favors for money and I can’t do that, Ned! I wouldn’t even know what to charge- I mean, what’s the street value of a blow job, Ned? Do you know? Because I sure as shit don’t.” At this point Ned is outright giggling over Peter’s theatrics.

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Or in which Peter uses FRIDAY’s system to have a conversation with Ned about AP History while he’s sneaking into his super secret snack stash in the kitchen.

Or in which Peter’s spidey senses betray him in the most embarrassing of ways.

Absolute chaos & savage Peter Parker. The best.

Is he or Is he not? by Omenthia_Arc

Five times someone thought that Peter was Tony’s biological son and one time everyone thought it.

Everyone, everyone accidentally gets fooled. Very cool, a long relaxing read. 

peter wearing tony’s hoodie by killerqueenwrites

Tony’s used to his clothes going missing. His MIT hoodie doesn’t often leave his closet, though, which is why he notices its absence straight away. There’s a lifetime of safety and comfort in this old hoodie, for both of them, and that’s all Tony could ever wish to give Peter.

Another Post-Endgame soft dad feels! Banter and feeeeelings. Nice read!!

and stay out! by iron_spider

“Okay,” Peter says, and he grabs Tony’s wrist. “Okay but I’m actively escaping. At the moment. That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. Right now.” He lets out a little huff. “So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yup,” Tony says. “A bang-up job.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re really killing it.”

“I know.”

Tony is nervous, because the kid is slurring and he’s severely loopy and that can only mean drugs. Were they to keep him docile? Were they to fucking experiment on him? Tony’s not in the suit anymore so he can’t see his heart rate but he knows it’s probably skyrocketing.

The dialog in this!!!! Exquisite. It’s one from the same series that I’ve recced somewhere up there, but it deserved its own mention because it’s just that good. 

three words that became hard to say (i and love and you) by madasthesea

Tony likes giving gifts to prove his love, but they don’t usually have four paws and a tail.

AKA: Tony, Peter, and a dog named Maggie learn how to be a family.

Awesome, awesome, awesome series! Probably my favorite take on the adoption trope. Realistic, with a soft, all-in-for-this-kid Tony. Genuinely one of my favorite fics out there.

 Bio Dad AUs

this is my kid by iron_spider

Pepper sighs heavily but doesn’t look away from him. “There is a woman on line one, her name is Mary Fitzpatrick—”

Tony feels like someone breaks an ice cold egg on the top of his head. Frozen yolk spearing down the back of his neck.

“—and she says she had your baby, Tony. Two days ago, she’s still in the hospital. She’s one hundred percent sure it’s yours.”

Tony stares at her.

Yeah, he’s had this happen before. It’s never panned out, always been a cash grab, and if he does have any biological kids out there, the mothers haven’t contacted him. All the ones that tried their hands were bullshitting.

But he remembers Mary Fitzpatrick.

And without picking up the call, without taking a test, without seeing the baby—he knows.

Probably my favorite bio dad au series ever. Very present May and Ben (Ben and Tony are friends! May kicks ass routinely!), Tony turned into absolute mush over baby Peter, the good stuff! Very slowburn Pepper/Tony. The series in ongoing and seeing notifs for it made me cheer aloud multiple times. 

iii. how can I hold your heart by peterstank

They are little beats, the aftershocks of his last moments in this house. She can picture him rushing from his bathroom to his closet and back again, his toothbrush hanging from his lips, his shirt untucked, maybe talking to Peter over his shoulder.

He had been here. A week ago, he had been here and he had been fine.

Now he’s just gone. All that’s left are the remnants of a busy morning, a ghost of Tom Ford cologne.

or:

tony is meant to be in afghanistan for three days. that’s all.

it takes him three months to come home.

Listen. This is the third fic of a series, but it’s the one I’m putting on the list because I think of the last scene nearly every day. It’s breathtaking and awesome and it reads like poetry. Really, really, really good.

Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style by mainstreamelectricalparade

“Sorry, sir, but Miss Potts has been trying to reach you for fifteen minutes and overrode my Do Not Disturb setting,” JARVIS replied, at least managing to sound a little sheepish thanks to Tony’s flawless programming.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time for a lecture,” Pepper said sternly. “I need you to come to my office right now, there’s a bit of a situation.”

“Didn’t I hire you to deal with those so I don’t have to?”

“Not this one,” Pepper said. “There is absolutely nothing about this that you can pass off on me. Mary Fitzpatrick from our research department in New York is outside. She says she needs to talk to you.”

That didn’t sound like something Tony couldn’t pass off. “And?”

“She’s pregnant.”

This is the first installment of one great bio dad au series. Genuinely nice and very extensive, the next fics of the series cover Peter’s early childhood. 

My father’s son by SparrowFlight246

When a mission goes wrong, Tony donates blood to Peter, because he can spare a pint and the stabbed kid quite obviously needs it more than he does.

It turns out they have more in common than just type A positive blood. Tony finds himself desperately trying to remember where he was, what he was doing, (who he was doing) sixteen, seventeen years ago.

Suddenly, he knows why Peter has always looked so familiar to him.

I love this one so much because at some point it talks about their similarities? How they have the same laugh, etc, and I just love reading about that. Fic is the first of a very good series! Awesome Rhodey in this, too.

These Small Hours Still Remain by Mogoona3000

Slowly but surely, Tony’s life is nothing but a product of occurrences taking place around him, for him, to him.

But for the first time, he chooses what changes, when it changes and how it changes.

He chooses Peter.

These are the occurrences that dance around this new relationship. This is how choosing to raise Peter unfolds.

Very nice! A classic one, but there is a reason I read so much of them. Really cool! It spans on multiple years and we get to see Tony get his shit together and Pepper just adopt Peter from day one.

Rhodey Meets Peter

Decidedly dad-like behaviour by RandomRuth

“Something came up,” Tony says. “I had to make a detour on my way to our lunch meeting. I’m sorry you’re gonna miss those bacon sandwiches you like but…” Tony trails off and jerks his thumb, indicating the back seat.

Rhodey twists around and jumps. “Holy shit,” he says, just shy of shouting it.

(In which Tony is late for lunch with Rhodey and there’s a good reason for it.)

(A one-shot that has turned into a one-shot series.)

I love Rhodey meet Peter fics, because he always has a lot to say about how Tony turned into a full on dad, and how surprising (or not) it is. This one is funny, and cute and nice! Awesome reading.

Wingman by sahiya 

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

My personal favorite Peter & Rhodey fic!! Tony takes care of a sick Peter and Rhodey tags along only to have some Realizations. The best. 

brighten up, sunshine by iron_spider

Rhodey doesn’t know what the hell to think, and Tony doesn’t give him any reason to stop as time moves on. The kid is always there, and he starts showing up at family dinners, Rhodey meets his aunt, and they actually pick him up from school a couple times when Happy gets sick. Rhodey pays close attention and no, Tony doesn’t treat any of the other interns like this, and Rhodey has to accept what his head has been trying to tell him all along. Actually, legitimately accept it. Visualize the word and link it to Tony and link it to Peter.

This is Tony’s kid.

Rhodey absolutely convinced that Peter’s Tony’s biological child, and when Tony doesn’t fess up he gets annoyed. Very cute & nice characterization.

carpool introductions by sapphire stark

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me ‘Mr Stark’?”

Very funny, kind of aloof Rhodey. Once again baffled by the soccer-dadness. 

Flour by ellyerin 

Peter is trying to make Tony a cake for his birthday.

Rhodey walks into his best friend’s kitchen to find a teenager standing on the counter.

Rhodey: “I see. Small child. Let’s bake.” Very nice read!!

Father & Son by peterparkr

Rhodey’s certain about two things. The kid is definitely Tony’s son. The kid is also Spider-Man.

OR

Rhodey meets Peter and tries to become the best uncle that he can be.

Another one where Rhodey comes to the very logical conclusion that Peter’s Tony biological child and gives appropriate advice. 

identity reveal by killerqueenwrites

The first time Rhodey meets Peter Parker, it’s barely six months after the whole shitshow in Germany and he’s checking in to make sure Tony isn’t drunk off his ass or loopy with caffeine and sleep deprivation again.

The second time he meets Peter Parker, the kid’s cooking in Tony’s kitchen like he’s been there his whole life.

The third time he meets Peter Parker, he’s bleeding out on Tony’s couch, and that’s not even the weirdest thing about this kid.

Or, five times Rhodey doesn’t figure out Spider-Man’s identity and one time he does.

A great one!!!!!

….There. I hope this can help you guys somehow! 

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That lump in your throat is nostalgia for something you’ve never had

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Im not saying I hate you, but I hope you have to gift-wrap irregularly shaped packages

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For personal reasons which donot concern you, you can get any pet except a ferret.

Draco Malfoy, to Scorpius

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James wanting to name the child Harley and Lily agreeing until she finds out he wants to name it after Sirius’s motorcycle