#SFSpringFever22

[marvelhell]

Second Chance - Spring Fever Starker Exchange!

A/N: My oneshot entry for the spring Starker exchange, written for @kreket-popcorn-lover ! Please forgive any technicalities I may have gotten wrong story wise, think of it as I'm taking full creative liberty while obviously staying true to the ship. I've never written a fix it fic before, and I'm just so happy I got to write one for the exchange as a prompt. Please enjoy!

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    Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess, you’ll be going back now, Anthony Stark - back to your old universe. It’s how the web of fate must tangle.

Tony had no choice but to listen to every word Death told him. In the world beyond life, she was the goddess of everything, and every soul that left Earth and walked into her arms knew that her word was all. 

But Tony wasn’t without his soul in the world beyond, so he asked Death, “Why? What’s-”

Before he could finish his sentence, a horrible pressure set on top of him, there was so much blinding light he thought he was next to the sun. The air around him howled like the eye of a storm, he lost his footing, all at once it felt like he was being ripped apart - and then it all stopped, leaving Tony feeling empty inside, but relieved. His eyes were screwed shut, and it dawned on him that he was laying down on the most uncomfortable surface in any world - a sidewalk. 

Tony sucked in a horrified breath, jumping up and looking all around - his heart bursting with an insane mix of shock, disbelief, happiness, paralyzing reverence. 

His mouth agape, Tony scrambled to his feet - albeit weakly. His knees were shaking on their own, as if he hadn’t walked for months. Thankfully, no one walking around seemed to pay any attention to him, typical for New York.

New York. A place that still ran through his veins, even when he was in the world beyond - not even dying could take it out of him. 

Tony’s legs were steadying as his entire body seemed to come back to full working order, all as if he had never died. He looked down at his hand, the one that once bore the mock-up infinity gauntlet, and found it to be unmarred. All evidence of everything that had happened in the final battle with Thanos was missing from his body. The only familiar thing was his arc reactor, settled in his chest, glowing peacefully as it would any day before he died. 

As he drew his first deep breath, panic started rising inside him, Death’s words haunting his thoughts. “Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess… it’s how the web of fate must tangle.” 

The multiverse? What was going on with the multiverse where it made Tony come back to life?

Tony knew where he needed to go first for answers: the Sanctum Sanctorum. Tony started walking, doing his absolute best not to break down in the middle of the sidewalk, stumbling from bouts of dizziness. He expected to see New York start crumbling and burning around him, like all those years ago when aliens poured out of the sky, but everything seemed peaceful - a small comfort. 

“Stephen,” Tony mumbled to himself, “please be there. You gotta be there.” 

-

The sanctum looked as untouched by time as it did the first time Tony was alive. Tony pounded on the door, muttering “come on, come on!”

“Jesus,” Stephen spat as he opened the door, annoyance dying on his face as he laid eyes on Tony. 

Tony swung his arms out stiffly, presenting himself, shaking his head. “You gotta help me figure out what’s going on, Stephen, please.” 

“Come in,” Stephen said quietly, ushering Tony inside. He shut his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “Tony, God - not that I’m not happy to see you, but I need to apologize-”

“Apologize?! Stephen, tell me what’s going on! You did this? Where is everyone - where’s the kid?!” 

“Tony, slow down, I’ll get to everything!” Stephen shouted, holding his hand out as if he could physically stop Tony’s words in the air. 

“I was just… and now I’m… I’m back… I remember dying, and… everything worked out right? Thanos is done? Everything looks fine outside, but I’m here, so I don’t trust-”

“Tony, I know this is a lot, but I need you to slow down so I can explain everything to you, alright?” Stephen said in an even tone, leading Tony to the staircase and having him sit down on the cold marble. 

Tony sat down, looking at Stephen as he tried to steady his breathing. “Stephen, I -” 

“No, wait, let me explain things first, then you can ask anything you want. The… easiest way to say this is that I’ve cast a spell that… completely bled into the multiverse, which I had no intention of doing, it was beyond my control. The worst part about this is that the reason I cast the spell was because of Spiderman… but the exact reason is fuzzy. I’m thinking that the spell had to involve memories connected with Spiderman, because… I don’t know who’s behind the mask,” Stephen breathed out, shaking his head. “Every time I try to think of his face, nothing comes up. Is he the ‘kid’ you were talking about?” 

“This is crazy,” Tony huffed, “Yes, and his name is Peter, Peter Parker. So I’m the only one on Earth right now who knows Peter is Spiderman? This is insane!” 

“I don’t know what happened to make him wish away everyone’s memories of his identity, but whatever it was, it can’t be good. I wish I could give you more details, Tony, but you even telling me his name isn’t bringing anything up for me.” 

“I have to find him,” Tony muttered, getting up from the steps, stumbling with the force he used. “I have to know that he’s ok.”

“Tony, you can’t-”

“I’ll put it this way,” Tony said, turning back briefly, “I’m gonna find Peter, and then you guys will get reacquainted.” 

“Tony, stop!” Stephen yelled, trying to chase after him, but stopping in his tracks after he got past the entrance of the sanctum, looked both ways, and saw that Tony was nowhere to be found. “God help me,” Stephen muttered, closing the sanctum doors, although he prayed that Tony would come back - and in one piece.

-

“At least I know for sure that I came back to the same universe,” Tony said under his breath as he successfully keyed in the last code he remembered using to a hidden entrance he installed in Stark Tower ages ago.

Being dead - or rather, having died and then suddenly coming back to life - made everything about Tony’s mission to find Peter harder. No longer could he freely walk in the tower that he brought to life, now he had to sneak around like a traumatized James Bond to get to the technology he needed to locate Peter. Even though he couldn’t move at the time, Tony still remembered how Peter’s face looked as he lay dying, how badly he wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything would be ok, how each tear that ran down Peter’s face heightened his pain even more - 

Tony shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate. If he slipped up and got seen, who knows what would happen - and tracking down Peter quickly would become a fantasy. He checked himself everywhere for a way to activate his suit - he had installed a prototype invisibility mode into it shortly before the first fight with Thanos - but to no avail. Gritting his teeth, Tony had to remember on the fly each of the security traps and measurements in the tower to avoid detection. He mostly stuck to the stairwell, and nearly reached his lab when he turned a corner and caught sight of her - Pepper Potts. 

“No, that meeting got rescheduled, and last night we agreed on-”

“But Miss Potts!”

“I said what I said,” Pepper snapped. 

Tony felt a powerful mix of pride and sadness seeing Pepper take on his old role so well. If he needed anyone to help him find Peter, it would’ve been Pep - but he knew that he’d have to save a reunion for much later. 

 When Tony finally reached the lab, he realized that he’d have to be quick - it was clearly still in regular use since his death, presumably by Pepper. Tony remembered overhearing that some meeting had been rescheduled, so the possibility of her coming here soon was sky high. He hurriedly accessed his supercomputer, relieved that the same password still worked. 

“Welcome back, sir,” Friday’s voice spoke, sounding relieved.

Tony couldn’t hold back a smile. “Hey, Fri. Good to hear you again.”

“Shall I inform Miss Potts of your return?” 

“Nope! Nope, absolutely not, it’s - not a good time yet, Fri. I need you to help me find Peter Parker first.”

“I… apologize sir, I’m finding very few records concerning Peter Parker. There’s hardly any details with which to confirm that he’s the one you’re seeking.” 

“Give me everything you have, quick, I don’t think I have much time before Pep gets up here.” 

“Yes, sir. I have a record indicating a library card in the area registered to Peter Parker-”

“More than likely him… any listed address, Fri?” 

Friday relayed the address of the cheapest block of apartments in Queens. “Thank you,” Tony whispered, the possibility of seeing Peter soon filling him with nerves, “Thank you, Friday.”

“Your suit appears to be offline. I cannot accompany you, sir.” 

“I know Fri, I know - look, I promise to come back for you later. Do not tell Pepper I’m back.” It broke Tony’s heart to leave Friday, too, but he knew he wouldn’t be at peace until he found Peter, and made sure he was safe. 

Tony shut down the supercomputer, turning his head to check his surroundings, barely breathing. He made a beeline for the stairwell, inhaling sharply as he heard the lab elevator ding right as he reached the stairs. 

-

Tony prayed that Peter would be exactly where Friday told him he’d be, and that this wouldn’t turn into a colossal waste of time. His heart was beating faster every second as he made his way through the maze of motel-converted apartments, lurching to a stop as soon as he laid eyes on the correct apartment number. He didn’t hesitate, knocking hard on the door. 

“Peter!” Tony said loudly, knocking on the door twice, harder this time. Is he not home? Tony thought, looking past the blinds in the window. He was able to see dim light coming from a tiny desk lamp, so he had to be there-

The door opened. “I sent in rent on Thursday, Mr. Miller, I swear -” 

Tony saw Peter’s face for the first time since the final battle with Thanos, the one  that claimed his life - and Peter was even more beautiful than Tony remembered him being. His heart stopped. 

Peter stopped talking, taking a step back to fully look at Tony. His eyes widened, blinking rapidly as they filled up with tears. He stepped back further, harshly rubbing his eyes as he struggled to form words. 

“-dreaming, Mr. - Mr. Miller - Tony?! Mr. Stark, you’re… are you real? Is it really you?!” 

“Peter,” Tony began, his voice breaking from the emotion. “Yeah. It’s me.” Tony stepped towards Peter who barreled into him, holding on tighter than he did when the snap claimed him. 

“Please be real,” Peter sobbed, pulling Tony inside of his dingy apartment. “Please be real, please be real,” Peter continued to sob, his fingers digging hard into Tony’s back. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok, I got you,” Tony comforted, holding Peter firmly in his arms. He was overcome with an urge to kiss Peter’s hair, but the last thing he wanted - could bear - was to make Peter repulsed by him. But it felt amazing holding Peter close to him, to finally know that he was safe. 

Peter pulled back to look at Tony, his face flushed from crying. “You… you remember me? Please say you remember me!” Peter clutched onto Tony’s shirt tighter, as if doing so would make his desperate wish come true. 

“Of course I do, Pete!” Tony said, reaching behind him to shut Peter’s door, hoping that no one had heard them. “But - look, Stephen told me that something big happened with you. What happened? Tell me everything,” Tony demanded, putting his hands on Peter’s shoulders. 

“But - this isn’t a dream, right? You’re really back? You gotta tell me what happened!” Peter exclaimed, blinking away more tears. 

Tony could feel himself thinking with his heart and not with his head as he held Peter’s face in his hands with a gentle touch. “I… can’t really explain it myself. I was dead, and next thing I knew, I came back here - I was told I had to come back. All I’ve really put together is that it has something to do with the multiverse, and… a certain wish you made. Stephen told me a bit about it, but couldn’t explain everything - so that’s where you come in. I just need to know that you’re not in danger, Pete.” 

“It’s - everything’s been so hard after you… left… everything just fell apart, Mr. Stark… everyone thought I was a murderer, I fought this guy, Mysterio, Mysterio told everyone who I was, before he died - he made it looked like I killed him, and then MJ and Ned couldn’t get into MIT because of me, there were people coming after me and May, everyone hated me, and it was a disaster,” Peter buried his head in Tony’s chest and started sobbing again. “I didn’t know what to do, so I made Stephen cast a spell to make everyone forget I was Spiderman, except for a few people.. I kept interrupting… and then I lost May, I had to start over, and now you’re here, and it’s definitely my fault, but I’m so happy because I needed you so much, Tony,” Peter cried, holding on to Tony so tight that he feared he’d hurt himself. 

“Peter, I’m gonna do everything I can to help you, ok? Even if it just means getting you out of this dump -” 

Peter giggled - the sweet sound was the best thing Tony had ever heard, even before he had died. “It was all I could afford,” Peter said, his voice more steady as he looked back up at Tony and smiled. “Well, we’re gonna fix that,” Tony promised, unable to stop himself from running his hand through Peter’s hair. “Although I might need some time, seeing as… everyone except you and Strange thinks I’m dead right now.” 

“You can stay with me!” Peter said, taking hold of Tony’s hand with no hesitation, making Tony’s heart pound in his chest. “I know I don’t have much room here, but  I’m sure I can make it work, somehow, I still need to go grocery shopping this week, I’m really sorry, but-” 

“Peter,” Tony interrupted, “you never have to apologize for anything. I die, I come back, and you’re still apologizing - even after all of this, you haven’t changed at all…” Tony looked directly into Peter’s beautiful, innocent eyes. “I don’t want you to change.” 

Peter visibly blushed, averting his eyes to the floor, with a shy smile. Fuck, Tony thought, did I never notice how perfect he was before? 

“Well, I have changed a bit, I’m sorry - shit, I gotta stop saying that -”

Tony wrapped his arms fiercely around Peter, stopping him mid-sentence. He gripped on to Peter as if holding him close would ensure that they’d never be separated again. Tony inhaled, shuddering, before whispering “I thought I’d never see you again, not until you died too - I’m so, so sorry for leaving you, Peter -”

“Tony,” Peter said, pulling back to look at him again. “You saved the world, you saved all of us, you sacrificed yourself, I just… I guess it makes me selfish, but I just didn’t expect you to -” 

Every last bit of restraint that Tony had vanished, and the rush of pure love that coursed through him as he cut off Peter’s sentence with a loving kiss, taking Peter’s hand in his, but holding it with a gentleness that even he felt unfamiliar with. Barely a moment had passed before Tony felt Peter kiss him back, and he felt nothing but joy, pure elation - until guilt came crashing down on him, making him rip himself away from the boy he desired so much, cursing under his breath. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony spat. “That was completely out of line, I’ll - show myself out. Please be safe, Pete.” Tony felt his heart sinking as he raced towards the door, ready to accept his fate of permanent shame, before he felt Peter clamp a hand on his shoulder and jerk him back around. 

In a flash, Peter slammed Tony up against the wall, kissing Tony fiercely, mumbling “no” in between kisses. “Don’t leave, don’t go.” 

Tony couldn’t help but give in, kissing Peter back, filled to the brim with passion, but shame overtook him once again, making Tony tear himself away. “No, Peter, this is wrong, I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking. You don’t know what you’re doing, you don’t really want this -”

“No!” Peter shouted, shaking his head. “No Tony, you don’t know how I really feel, you have no idea -” 

Tony held Peter’s face in his hands again, firmly this time, holding eye contact. “Don’t just agree with what I want, just because it’s me. I need you to think for yourself, there’s no way we should be involved together -” 

“Why don’t you believe me, Tony?! I’ve known how I felt about you for longer than I wanna admit, please, I’m begging - I thought I’d never see you again, please kiss me!”

“Peter, I swear to God, if you push me any more, I’m gonna -” Tony could feel himself break into a cold sweat, “I’m going to lose what frighteningly little control I have with you right now. I’m… older than you, to put it lightly, I don’t want to be the bastard to tie you down when you still have your whole life ahead of you,” Tony said, trying to fight back tears. “You mean so much to me, Peter.”

“I love you,” Peter said firmly, not taking his eyes off of Tony. “And I’m sorry about a lot of things, but I’ll never be sorry about being in love with you.”

Tony swore that he could physically feel all remaining hesitation and shame leave his body as he let himself go and kissed Peter with everything he had, every part of him feeling on fire with devotion. Tony finally broke away for long enough to shakily tell Peter “I love you, too.” 

“We’ll start over together,” Peter said quietly, pressing his forehead against Tony’s. “I don’t care what we do, I don’t care where we go, as long as I’m with you - I can handle anything.” 

It was in that singular, desperate, honey sweet moment that Tony realized the real reason why Death brought him back to life - it was so he could have this second chance with Peter, to have what he longed for most, to hold Peter, to be able to love him. He knew he would die and resurrect all over again, just to be able to love Peter without ever having to hold back. 

“But first,” Tony began, kissing Peter once more, “there’s someone I promised to reintroduce you to.” 

[the-iv-seasons]

Vampire AU for @bqtwn for @starkerfestivals ' Spring Fever Exchange 22

Decades were nothing in a vampire's life. A lifetime for men, a mere blink of an eye for him. He was centuries old, and the passing of time had never bothered him, not with Peter by his side. He had never felt younger and more alive than with him. Every 15 years, like clockwork, they would pack their bags before people grew suspicious of the boy who never aged and his lover who never ate, move to a new place, and get married again. He had never gotten tired of putting a ring on Peter's finger, again, and again, and again. He was the love of his life, the sole reason for the fluttering in his chest when his heart had long stopped. Those centuries spent with him had gone by so fast. He had barely had the chance to cherish them before the rug was pulled from under him. He had lost Peter. Now, doomed to decades alone that dragged on like a knife wound that wouldn't heal, he wandered the streets of New York. Peter's favorite place on earth.

He glanced at the buildings around him, the tall skyscrapers that had popped up from the ground, one after the other, and risen to graze the clouds until there wasn't a direction you could look in without one of them springing up in your eyesight. Looking at those looming towers, he felt cold. Colder than his dead body already was. He longed for warmth. The one of his lover's smile was long gone, but the one of a cup of coffee would do. If not to drink it, then to feel its heat against the palm of his hand as he held it. He glanced at the coffee shop across the street. The lights were on, still open in the dead of night. He crossed the street with a drag in his step. He was tired, bone-deeply so. He reached the shop and laid a hand on the handle.

The door opened with a small chime. It was quiet inside, devoid of the bustle of conversations of customers and office workers on their way to work. A faint jazz soundtrack could be heard under the noise of a machine steaming milk. A young girl, college-aged, was moping the floor a few tables down. He stepped towards the counter. Someone was already there, waiting for their order. The milk streamer turned off, its hissing sound cutting off abruptly. The boy behind the counter poured the pitcher's content into a cup carefully, his head of brown curls tilting to the side in concentration. He turned around, set the cup down, and smiled brightly at the customer in front of him.

"Anything else with that, Sir?" He asked, hands braced on the counter and a light flush high on his cheeks.

No sooner had the sound of that saintly voice reached his ears, than it faded out, replaced by a loud ringing piercing his eardrums. He felt like his heart had just stopped beating to kick start again, never mind that it had stopped pumping blood centuries ago, like his veins were flooded once more, like he was gasping in his first lungful of air in decades. He would recognize those twinkling, clever brown eyes, that straight slope of a nose, those innocent golden-brown curls, and these sinfully delicate lips anywhere. Peter. He whispered his name like a prayer. The sound must have startled the boy, who tore his gaze from the customer he was serving to Tony. Those brown eyes locked with his and widened in shock, the cup of coffee he was holding almost dropping from his hands.

He was home.

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals is happy to annouce our

💐 Spring Fever Exchange 💐

General Info

Hello! This event will be an exchange where participants (those who sign up using our Google form) will have a little over a month (6 weeks) to create a fanwork for another participant. Participants will be matched based on the prompts they submit.

As this post is to just get the event rolling, posting info and FAQs (if necessary) will be posted during the event.

Rules

As a participant, you'll submit three prompts which will then be assigned to another participant to pick and choose one that they'll use to create a fanwork as a gift. In return, you will also receive three prompts where you will choose one to gift to the prompter.

(TLDR: As a participant, you will be creating one fanwork and will receive one fanwork.)

For this event, we will be accepting Fanfics, Fanart, Moodboards.

No age restriction to join (however if you are not 18+, we only accept SFW prompts and you will receive SFW prompts)

There will be two check ins before due date (May 1st) to check progress.

If you don’t think you’ll be able to finish it before the due date, please let us know! We will work to help you!

Exchange Requirements

Fanfics - 1000 words

Fanart - line work

Moodboards - 5x5 3x3 or 9 images

Important Dates

Sign-Up are currently open!

March 18 - Sign Ups close

March 19 - assignments are given out

April 10 - 1st Check Up

April 24 - Final Check Up

May 1st May 9th- Post Day, Event finished

Sign-Up Form: Link

Updated 3/22: Sign Ups are closed and all prompts have been sent out!

The above link also asks if you would like to pinch-hit or beta-reader.

Pinch-hit: This means that, should someone drop out, you’re willing to take over a prompt.

If you have any questions: please let us mods know. If we can make something more clear, or you’re nervous, or you have a question we didn’t think of; please ask away! Anon asks are on for this blog, or you can ask us mods on our personal blogs, or you can dm us!

Mods: @starkersparks @the-mad-starker @tonystarkisntaslut

[belladonnabedlam]

SIM!Tony AU for Khalixascorner for the @starkerfestivals Spring Fever Exchange 22.

I had a full story written and saved as a draft, but somehow a glitch on Tumblr deleted the whole thing. I feel sick. Sorry to my person. I'm going to try to see if I have an older draft somewhere or can find a way to recover it.

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

A Wedding Motive

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eiYjL7G

by Wahaha0811

當他們在空中舉起雙手，讓所有人在公開場合看到他們的結合時，掌聲和情感的呼喊聲像巨大的海浪一樣向他們湧來。一個深邃而有時神秘的汪洋叫做『生命』。

【給蜘蛛男孩—Parker—的生日禮物。SFSpringFever22】

Words: 2335, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Thena (Eternals), Kamala Khan, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), SFSpringFever22, Starker, Precious Peter Parker, Lovely Tony Stark, Starker fluff, Starker event, Rhodey as a reliable narrator, Gift Exchange

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eiYjL7G

[starkerfestivals]

Hello to our awesome Spring Fever Participants! Here is the FAQ for the event, along with some updated info to avoid any confusion. There weren't many questions asked but if the blog gets more, this post will be updated with answers to those questions.

Original Event Post can be found here: Link

Official Dates:

All Prompts have been sent!

First check-up has passed.

Last check up in progress! (All participants should have received a message from @the-mad-starker. If you haven't replied already, please do so 💗)

Second Check Up: May 1st, 2022

Assignments Due: May 8th-May 9th, 2022

Minimum Requirements for Fills:

Fanfic: 1000 words

Fanart: Line art

Moodboard: 9 images

How Do I Post For SF Spring Fever?

This is a Tumblr based event but I do not require participants to post their work on Tumblr, especially since Fanart could be an issue. We only ask that participants please tag their content appropriately 🌷

If you post on Tumblr:

you just need to tag who your person is and either @Starkerfestivals or use #SFSpringFever22. Your post will be rebloged to StarkerFestivals and you're set 😊

If you post on Ao3:

please add it to the collections by using the collection name SFSpringFever22

The collection is currently closed until May 8th.

If you're posting elsewhere (etc, twitter for art):

the piece has to be viewable and I'll be posting a link to the work on the blog.

Do I have to keep who I got for the exchange a secret?

That isn't a requirement for this event so it's entirely up to you! Some people find being anon until the end as a nice surprise so if you do want to keep it a secret, feel free to ask @the-mad-starker to pass messages or questions to your prompter 😊

Also a gentle reminder:

We hope you're having fun with the event and the prompts 💐 There's a little under 4 weeks to finish but if you're struggling or need help in any way (bouncing around ideas, asking your prompter questions, or even beta services), please feel free to message the main mod for this event (@the-mad-starker ) or feel free to send an ask to the event blog. 💗

[starkerfestivals]

Hello! Will you guys be making a post whenever all assignments have been sent out or have they already been all sent? Because if so, I haven't gotten any messages myself ^^;

Tysm and sorry for the trouble!

Hello!

Sorry, prompts haven't been sent out yet! The main mod for this event had a really turbulent weekend 😩😩 I will post when all prompts have been sent out and within the hour, I will message everyone confirming we got your submission. So if you haven't heard from @the-mad-starker by 6:30 PM PDT, please feel free to poke me to ask if we received your submission.

I'll try to have prompts sent out by tonight (3/21 11:59 PM PDT). And as for more time, I'll adjust the dates to make up for the lost weekend!

Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you guys for understanding 💗

[starkerfestivals]

Last Sign Up day!

Hello! Today's the last sign up day for StarkerFestivals' Spring Fever Exchange! Sign Ups will close at 11:59 PM PDT (so roughly less than 11 hours from this posting)

More Info on the event can be found Here

Sign-Up Form: Link

Minimum Requirements for the Exchange:

Fics: 1000 words

Art: Line work

Moodboards: 9 images

We're excited to get this exchange started and would love for you to join us 💐

[starkerfestivals]

Assignments? I’m sorry, just excited haha

I'm late! Sorry, had a hiccup in yesterday's plans 😔 I'll be sending them out as soon as I can 💗

[starkerfestivals]

Will the check ups be through email or how will that work?

Hello!

Primarily, they'll be done through Tumblr from one of the mods. A message will be sent as a reminder and just a general checkup asking how the participant is feeling/doing in terms of the prompt and due date.

If there isn't an answer in a day or so, we'll try to contact the participant through a secondary means which the sign up form asks for. (Some have included discord, some have included email so whichever was given).

Check ups are important since it lets the mods know if we need to start preparing or if someone needs help so we'd greatly appreciate a reply even if it's just to say the participant is on track. 💗

[khalixascorner]

Awwwwwww my heart

Second Chance - Spring Fever Starker Exchange!

A/N: My oneshot entry for the spring Starker exchange, written for @kreket-popcorn-lover ! Please forgive any technicalities I may have gotten wrong story wise, think of it as I'm taking full creative liberty while obviously staying true to the ship. I've never written a fix it fic before, and I'm just so happy I got to write one for the exchange as a prompt. Please enjoy!

-

    Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess, you’ll be going back now, Anthony Stark - back to your old universe. It’s how the web of fate must tangle.

Tony had no choice but to listen to every word Death told him. In the world beyond life, she was the goddess of everything, and every soul that left Earth and walked into her arms knew that her word was all. 

But Tony wasn’t without his soul in the world beyond, so he asked Death, “Why? What’s-”

Before he could finish his sentence, a horrible pressure set on top of him, there was so much blinding light he thought he was next to the sun. The air around him howled like the eye of a storm, he lost his footing, all at once it felt like he was being ripped apart - and then it all stopped, leaving Tony feeling empty inside, but relieved. His eyes were screwed shut, and it dawned on him that he was laying down on the most uncomfortable surface in any world - a sidewalk. 

Tony sucked in a horrified breath, jumping up and looking all around - his heart bursting with an insane mix of shock, disbelief, happiness, paralyzing reverence. 

His mouth agape, Tony scrambled to his feet - albeit weakly. His knees were shaking on their own, as if he hadn’t walked for months. Thankfully, no one walking around seemed to pay any attention to him, typical for New York.

New York. A place that still ran through his veins, even when he was in the world beyond - not even dying could take it out of him. 

Tony’s legs were steadying as his entire body seemed to come back to full working order, all as if he had never died. He looked down at his hand, the one that once bore the mock-up infinity gauntlet, and found it to be unmarred. All evidence of everything that had happened in the final battle with Thanos was missing from his body. The only familiar thing was his arc reactor, settled in his chest, glowing peacefully as it would any day before he died. 

As he drew his first deep breath, panic started rising inside him, Death’s words haunting his thoughts. “Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess… it’s how the web of fate must tangle.” 

The multiverse? What was going on with the multiverse where it made Tony come back to life?

Tony knew where he needed to go first for answers: the Sanctum Sanctorum. Tony started walking, doing his absolute best not to break down in the middle of the sidewalk, stumbling from bouts of dizziness. He expected to see New York start crumbling and burning around him, like all those years ago when aliens poured out of the sky, but everything seemed peaceful - a small comfort. 

“Stephen,” Tony mumbled to himself, “please be there. You gotta be there.” 

-

The sanctum looked as untouched by time as it did the first time Tony was alive. Tony pounded on the door, muttering “come on, come on!”

“Jesus,” Stephen spat as he opened the door, annoyance dying on his face as he laid eyes on Tony. 

Tony swung his arms out stiffly, presenting himself, shaking his head. “You gotta help me figure out what’s going on, Stephen, please.” 

“Come in,” Stephen said quietly, ushering Tony inside. He shut his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “Tony, God - not that I’m not happy to see you, but I need to apologize-”

“Apologize?! Stephen, tell me what’s going on! You did this? Where is everyone - where’s the kid?!” 

“Tony, slow down, I’ll get to everything!” Stephen shouted, holding his hand out as if he could physically stop Tony’s words in the air. 

“I was just… and now I’m… I’m back… I remember dying, and… everything worked out right? Thanos is done? Everything looks fine outside, but I’m here, so I don’t trust-”

“Tony, I know this is a lot, but I need you to slow down so I can explain everything to you, alright?” Stephen said in an even tone, leading Tony to the staircase and having him sit down on the cold marble. 

Tony sat down, looking at Stephen as he tried to steady his breathing. “Stephen, I -” 

“No, wait, let me explain things first, then you can ask anything you want. The… easiest way to say this is that I’ve cast a spell that… completely bled into the multiverse, which I had no intention of doing, it was beyond my control. The worst part about this is that the reason I cast the spell was because of Spiderman… but the exact reason is fuzzy. I’m thinking that the spell had to involve memories connected with Spiderman, because… I don’t know who’s behind the mask,” Stephen breathed out, shaking his head. “Every time I try to think of his face, nothing comes up. Is he the ‘kid’ you were talking about?” 

“This is crazy,” Tony huffed, “Yes, and his name is Peter, Peter Parker. So I’m the only one on Earth right now who knows Peter is Spiderman? This is insane!” 

“I don’t know what happened to make him wish away everyone’s memories of his identity, but whatever it was, it can’t be good. I wish I could give you more details, Tony, but you even telling me his name isn’t bringing anything up for me.” 

“I have to find him,” Tony muttered, getting up from the steps, stumbling with the force he used. “I have to know that he’s ok.”

“Tony, you can’t-”

“I’ll put it this way,” Tony said, turning back briefly, “I’m gonna find Peter, and then you guys will get reacquainted.” 

“Tony, stop!” Stephen yelled, trying to chase after him, but stopping in his tracks after he got past the entrance of the sanctum, looked both ways, and saw that Tony was nowhere to be found. “God help me,” Stephen muttered, closing the sanctum doors, although he prayed that Tony would come back - and in one piece.

-

“At least I know for sure that I came back to the same universe,” Tony said under his breath as he successfully keyed in the last code he remembered using to a hidden entrance he installed in Stark Tower ages ago.

Being dead - or rather, having died and then suddenly coming back to life - made everything about Tony’s mission to find Peter harder. No longer could he freely walk in the tower that he brought to life, now he had to sneak around like a traumatized James Bond to get to the technology he needed to locate Peter. Even though he couldn’t move at the time, Tony still remembered how Peter’s face looked as he lay dying, how badly he wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything would be ok, how each tear that ran down Peter’s face heightened his pain even more - 

Tony shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate. If he slipped up and got seen, who knows what would happen - and tracking down Peter quickly would become a fantasy. He checked himself everywhere for a way to activate his suit - he had installed a prototype invisibility mode into it shortly before the first fight with Thanos - but to no avail. Gritting his teeth, Tony had to remember on the fly each of the security traps and measurements in the tower to avoid detection. He mostly stuck to the stairwell, and nearly reached his lab when he turned a corner and caught sight of her - Pepper Potts. 

“No, that meeting got rescheduled, and last night we agreed on-”

“But Miss Potts!”

“I said what I said,” Pepper snapped. 

Tony felt a powerful mix of pride and sadness seeing Pepper take on his old role so well. If he needed anyone to help him find Peter, it would’ve been Pep - but he knew that he’d have to save a reunion for much later. 

 When Tony finally reached the lab, he realized that he’d have to be quick - it was clearly still in regular use since his death, presumably by Pepper. Tony remembered overhearing that some meeting had been rescheduled, so the possibility of her coming here soon was sky high. He hurriedly accessed his supercomputer, relieved that the same password still worked. 

“Welcome back, sir,” Friday’s voice spoke, sounding relieved.

Tony couldn’t hold back a smile. “Hey, Fri. Good to hear you again.”

“Shall I inform Miss Potts of your return?” 

“Nope! Nope, absolutely not, it’s - not a good time yet, Fri. I need you to help me find Peter Parker first.”

“I… apologize sir, I’m finding very few records concerning Peter Parker. There’s hardly any details with which to confirm that he’s the one you’re seeking.” 

“Give me everything you have, quick, I don’t think I have much time before Pep gets up here.” 

“Yes, sir. I have a record indicating a library card in the area registered to Peter Parker-”

“More than likely him… any listed address, Fri?” 

Friday relayed the address of the cheapest block of apartments in Queens. “Thank you,” Tony whispered, the possibility of seeing Peter soon filling him with nerves, “Thank you, Friday.”

“Your suit appears to be offline. I cannot accompany you, sir.” 

“I know Fri, I know - look, I promise to come back for you later. Do not tell Pepper I’m back.” It broke Tony’s heart to leave Friday, too, but he knew he wouldn’t be at peace until he found Peter, and made sure he was safe. 

Tony shut down the supercomputer, turning his head to check his surroundings, barely breathing. He made a beeline for the stairwell, inhaling sharply as he heard the lab elevator ding right as he reached the stairs. 

-

Tony prayed that Peter would be exactly where Friday told him he’d be, and that this wouldn’t turn into a colossal waste of time. His heart was beating faster every second as he made his way through the maze of motel-converted apartments, lurching to a stop as soon as he laid eyes on the correct apartment number. He didn’t hesitate, knocking hard on the door. 

“Peter!” Tony said loudly, knocking on the door twice, harder this time. Is he not home? Tony thought, looking past the blinds in the window. He was able to see dim light coming from a tiny desk lamp, so he had to be there-

The door opened. “I sent in rent on Thursday, Mr. Miller, I swear -” 

Tony saw Peter’s face for the first time since the final battle with Thanos, the one  that claimed his life - and Peter was even more beautiful than Tony remembered him being. His heart stopped. 

Peter stopped talking, taking a step back to fully look at Tony. His eyes widened, blinking rapidly as they filled up with tears. He stepped back further, harshly rubbing his eyes as he struggled to form words. 

“-dreaming, Mr. - Mr. Miller - Tony?! Mr. Stark, you’re… are you real? Is it really you?!” 

“Peter,” Tony began, his voice breaking from the emotion. “Yeah. It’s me.” Tony stepped towards Peter who barreled into him, holding on tighter than he did when the snap claimed him. 

“Please be real,” Peter sobbed, pulling Tony inside of his dingy apartment. “Please be real, please be real,” Peter continued to sob, his fingers digging hard into Tony’s back. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok, I got you,” Tony comforted, holding Peter firmly in his arms. He was overcome with an urge to kiss Peter’s hair, but the last thing he wanted - could bear - was to make Peter repulsed by him. But it felt amazing holding Peter close to him, to finally know that he was safe. 

Peter pulled back to look at Tony, his face flushed from crying. “You… you remember me? Please say you remember me!” Peter clutched onto Tony’s shirt tighter, as if doing so would make his desperate wish come true. 

“Of course I do, Pete!” Tony said, reaching behind him to shut Peter’s door, hoping that no one had heard them. “But - look, Stephen told me that something big happened with you. What happened? Tell me everything,” Tony demanded, putting his hands on Peter’s shoulders. 

“But - this isn’t a dream, right? You’re really back? You gotta tell me what happened!” Peter exclaimed, blinking away more tears. 

Tony could feel himself thinking with his heart and not with his head as he held Peter’s face in his hands with a gentle touch. “I… can’t really explain it myself. I was dead, and next thing I knew, I came back here - I was told I had to come back. All I’ve really put together is that it has something to do with the multiverse, and… a certain wish you made. Stephen told me a bit about it, but couldn’t explain everything - so that’s where you come in. I just need to know that you’re not in danger, Pete.” 

“It’s - everything’s been so hard after you… left… everything just fell apart, Mr. Stark… everyone thought I was a murderer, I fought this guy, Mysterio, Mysterio told everyone who I was, before he died - he made it looked like I killed him, and then MJ and Ned couldn’t get into MIT because of me, there were people coming after me and May, everyone hated me, and it was a disaster,” Peter buried his head in Tony’s chest and started sobbing again. “I didn’t know what to do, so I made Stephen cast a spell to make everyone forget I was Spiderman, except for a few people.. I kept interrupting… and then I lost May, I had to start over, and now you’re here, and it’s definitely my fault, but I’m so happy because I needed you so much, Tony,” Peter cried, holding on to Tony so tight that he feared he’d hurt himself. 

“Peter, I’m gonna do everything I can to help you, ok? Even if it just means getting you out of this dump -” 

Peter giggled - the sweet sound was the best thing Tony had ever heard, even before he had died. “It was all I could afford,” Peter said, his voice more steady as he looked back up at Tony and smiled. “Well, we’re gonna fix that,” Tony promised, unable to stop himself from running his hand through Peter’s hair. “Although I might need some time, seeing as… everyone except you and Strange thinks I’m dead right now.” 

“You can stay with me!” Peter said, taking hold of Tony’s hand with no hesitation, making Tony’s heart pound in his chest. ���I know I don’t have much room here, but  I’m sure I can make it work, somehow, I still need to go grocery shopping this week, I’m really sorry, but-” 

“Peter,” Tony interrupted, “you never have to apologize for anything. I die, I come back, and you’re still apologizing - even after all of this, you haven’t changed at all…” Tony looked directly into Peter’s beautiful, innocent eyes. “I don’t want you to change.” 

Peter visibly blushed, averting his eyes to the floor, with a shy smile. Fuck, Tony thought, did I never notice how perfect he was before? 

“Well, I have changed a bit, I’m sorry - shit, I gotta stop saying that -”

Tony wrapped his arms fiercely around Peter, stopping him mid-sentence. He gripped on to Peter as if holding him close would ensure that they’d never be separated again. Tony inhaled, shuddering, before whispering “I thought I’d never see you again, not until you died too - I’m so, so sorry for leaving you, Peter -”

“Tony,” Peter said, pulling back to look at him again. “You saved the world, you saved all of us, you sacrificed yourself, I just… I guess it makes me selfish, but I just didn’t expect you to -” 

Every last bit of restraint that Tony had vanished, and the rush of pure love that coursed through him as he cut off Peter’s sentence with a loving kiss, taking Peter’s hand in his, but holding it with a gentleness that even he felt unfamiliar with. Barely a moment had passed before Tony felt Peter kiss him back, and he felt nothing but joy, pure elation - until guilt came crashing down on him, making him rip himself away from the boy he desired so much, cursing under his breath. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony spat. “That was completely out of line, I’ll - show myself out. Please be safe, Pete.” Tony felt his heart sinking as he raced towards the door, ready to accept his fate of permanent shame, before he felt Peter clamp a hand on his shoulder and jerk him back around. 

In a flash, Peter slammed Tony up against the wall, kissing Tony fiercely, mumbling “no” in between kisses. “Don’t leave, don’t go.” 

Tony couldn’t help but give in, kissing Peter back, filled to the brim with passion, but shame overtook him once again, making Tony tear himself away. “No, Peter, this is wrong, I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking. You don’t know what you’re doing, you don’t really want this -”

“No!” Peter shouted, shaking his head. “No Tony, you don’t know how I really feel, you have no idea -” 

Tony held Peter’s face in his hands again, firmly this time, holding eye contact. “Don’t just agree with what I want, just because it’s me. I need you to think for yourself, there’s no way we should be involved together -” 

“Why don’t you believe me, Tony?! I’ve known how I felt about you for longer than I wanna admit, please, I’m begging - I thought I’d never see you again, please kiss me!”

“Peter, I swear to God, if you push me any more, I’m gonna -” Tony could feel himself break into a cold sweat, “I’m going to lose what frighteningly little control I have with you right now. I’m… older than you, to put it lightly, I don’t want to be the bastard to tie you down when you still have your whole life ahead of you,” Tony said, trying to fight back tears. “You mean so much to me, Peter.”

“I love you,” Peter said firmly, not taking his eyes off of Tony. “And I’m sorry about a lot of things, but I’ll never be sorry about being in love with you.”

Tony swore that he could physically feel all remaining hesitation and shame leave his body as he let himself go and kissed Peter with everything he had, every part of him feeling on fire with devotion. Tony finally broke away for long enough to shakily tell Peter “I love you, too.” 

“We’ll start over together,” Peter said quietly, pressing his forehead against Tony’s. “I don’t care what we do, I don’t care where we go, as long as I’m with you - I can handle anything.” 

It was in that singular, desperate, honey sweet moment that Tony realized the real reason why Death brought him back to life - it was so he could have this second chance with Peter, to have what he longed for most, to hold Peter, to be able to love him. He knew he would die and resurrect all over again, just to be able to love Peter without ever having to hold back. 

“But first,” Tony began, kissing Peter once more, “there’s someone I promised to reintroduce you to.” 

[starkerfestivals]

Hello there! Regaring the spring exchange, I was wondering since I don't actually use tumblr to post things (mainly only reblogs + follow people) if I could possibly post my fanfic in AO3 and send the link to my giftee instead? Or some other alternative perhaps? Tysm for hosting this btw~

That's fine! When we post the faq or how to post for the exchange, we'll be including a collection link for the event. Since the event is hosted on Tumblr, if a creator doesn't post on Tumblr (which is completely fine), the blog itself will just share the link for the gift. You're free to send the link to your giftee, as well 😊

[starkerfestivals]

hi! i just saw your post for the spring exchange and looked over the exchange requirements. i was wondering what format is a 5x5 moodboard? i looked it up on google but all the moodboards under the search looked different :( does the 5x5 means that it’s a square or does the 5x5 refer to the number of rows/colums (as in 5 rows of 5 pictures each). sorry, it‘s probably really obvious but i‘m not well versed in moodboards at all. thank you for organizing the event, can‘t wait to see all the fanworks! have a lovely day! :)

Hello!

Oh my, thank you for pointing this out! I think it was a mistake on my(mads) part and I was thinking about bingos while editing. 25 images for a moodboard is intense and not typical 😅

I'll change it to 3x3 as the minimum which I believe is what most moodboards tend to have. And in terms of format, it doesn't necessarily have to be rows/columns since there's also been some creative versions of moodboards that don't strictly adhere to a square format. So safe to say, as long as there's 9 images, it's fine!

Sorry for the confusion 💗

[starkerfestivals]

Just a reminder that signups will be closing tomorrow, 03/18, 11:59 PDT. After sign ups close, participants should recieve their prompts within 25 hours 🎉🎉

StarkerFestivals is happy to annouce our

💐 Spring Fever Exchange 💐

General Info

Hello! This event will be an exchange where participants (those who sign up using our Google form) will have a little over a month (6 weeks) to create a fanwork for another participant. Participants will be matched based on the prompts they submit.

As this post is to just get the event rolling, posting info and FAQs (if necessary) will be posted during the event.

Rules

As a participant, you'll submit three prompts which will then be assigned to another participant to pick and choose one that they'll use to create a fanwork as a gift. In return, you will also receive three prompts where you will choose one to gift to the prompter.

(TLDR: As a participant, you will be creating one fanwork and will receive one fanwork.)

For this event, we will be accepting Fanfics, Fanart, Moodboards.

No age restriction to join (however if you are not 18+, we only accept SFW prompts and you will receive SFW prompts)

There will be two check ins before due date (May 1st) to check progress.

If you don’t think you’ll be able to finish it before the due date, please let us know! We will work to help you!

Exchange Requirements

Fanfics - 1000 words

Fanart - line work

Moodboards - 5x5 3x3 or 9 images

Important Dates

Sign-Up are currently open!

March 18 - Sign Ups close

March 19 - assignments are given out

April 10 - 1st Check Up

April 24 - Final Check Up

May 1st - Post Day, Event finished

Sign-Up Form: Link

The above link also asks if you would like to pinch-hit or beta-reader.

Pinch-hit: This means that, should someone drop out, you’re willing to take over a prompt.

If you have any questions: please let us mods know. If we can make something more clear, or you’re nervous, or you have a question we didn’t think of; please ask away! Anon asks are on for this blog, or you can ask us mods on our personal blogs, or you can dm us!

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