Creative Irondad Corner

Hi friends :) 

I did a thing and I thought I’d share it with you. Namely, I made an Irondad Advent Calendar with 24 little Irondad fluffy fics to tie us over until Christmas. 

You can find the 

ao3 series that I’ll be updating daily HERE and if you’d rather have the 

full pdf and be more flexible about it you can find that HERE. 

Summary: Peter calls Tony dad. It’s cool, really, just unexpected for the bunch of superheroes currently standing in their kitchen.

@theoceanismyinkwell this is how you do fluff, asshat. (hint: no one’s dying.)

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It had started as a joke, really. 

With an eye roll and an exasperated sigh he had channeled what Mr. Stark called his inner teenager and had shot out a quick “Sure, daad,” dragging out the tiny syllable half in annoyance, half in glee at the older man’s flabbergasted expression.

A, “Peter Parker, I swear to god you are going to be grounded for at least a year”, had been the reply and that had been that. 

Ever since then, whenever the billionaire couldn’t suppress his overbearing helicopter parent tendency (not that he ever really tried too hard to begin with), Peter would call him out on it, mostly with a grin, sometimes with an angry huff and crossed arms in front of his chest, sulking like only a pubescent teen could.. 

Sometimes he’d use it to his advantage when he really wanted something because he had long since learned that a whiny ‘dad’ coupled with his patented puppy eyes would get him almost anything he could wish for. 

It had grown on both of them, had become a comfortable part of their daily routine that they didn’t want to miss. 

Hi friends :) 

I did a thing and I thought I’d share it with you. Namely, I made an Irondad Advent Calendar with 24 little Irondad fluffy fics to tie us over until Christmas. 

You can find the 

ao3 series that I’ll be updating daily HERE and if you’d rather have the 

full pdf and be more flexible about it you can find that HERE. 

Hi friends :) 

I did a thing and I thought I’d share it with you. Namely, I made an Irondad Advent Calendar with 24 little Irondad fluffy fics to tie us over until Christmas. 

You can find the 

ao3 series that I’ll be updating daily HERE and if you’d rather have the 

full pdf and be more flexible about it you can find that HERE. 

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I found all my stuff on there. I even tried to leave kudos to see if that’d work and it did not :)

All Writers Published on Ao3:

This app, "Fanfic Pocket Archive Library", is lifting all public content from Ao3 and making it available through a service they profit from.

Your work has been stolen and is being used to make money for a third party.

^above are the ways in which the app makes money off of Ao3 content. The developer is called Simple Soft Alliance. Here's the app's Terms and Conditions.

Any fanfiction that can be accessed without a password on Ao3 is already available in this app. Yours, mine, every fan creator's. Whether this is illegal I do not know, but it is certainly unethical and needs to be fought. Ao3 is a site of unparalleled integrity and shows the utmost respect to creators, so this content grab is an even bigger slap in the face for that reason.

🚨Please flag/report this app in your app store. 🚨

🚩Google Playstore link

🚩Apple Store link (download app, then go to report it here )

Feel free to contact Ao3 as well to alert them to this issue. Let's take em down, folks. In the meantime, you can put your Ao3 in private mode to prevent any more data theft.

Hey so I’m guessing that’s where you can reach the developer about this. E-Mail them or @ them on tumblr or send them asks or whatnot, please.

I found all my stuff on there. I even tried to leave kudos to see if that’d work and it did not :)

A/N: Basically, the Irondad Lion King AU one (1) person asked for. (yes, @ironfamjam this is all your fault). This is a 16k oneshot and editing on tumblr kind of sucks so you’ll get the intro here and links to where you’ll find the rest. I hope that’s alright! Enjoy everyone <3 

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His entire life changes two days after his eighteenth birthday on a hot August day. Which is a weird day to lose all you’ve ever known because, while he swings hectically towards Penn Station, he remembers that he still has two slices birthday cake left over in the fridge.

 It’s a ridiculous thought given the fact that his entire body hurts, he just lost the most important person in his life and he is in the middle of running away from the only home he’s ever known but it’s the one thought that breaks through the overall numbness that has taken over his being and makes tears spring to his eyes.They’re not for the cake, obviously, but it makes for a great catalyst.

 He swallows down the lump in his throat when he lands outside the busy station - promptly loses his balance and tumbles into one of the pillars of the main entrance. No one really notices him in New York in a dirty jacket that’s way too big for his skinny frame that he has thrown over his torn suit to cover it up marginally. 

 Going through the motions of buying a ticket, looking for the next option and finding the right platform happens in a blurry haze and the second he stops moving he thinks back to the cake. His birthday cake with the mountains of whipped cream, more sprinkles than base dough and the big red and blue 18 on top. He remembers how his dad’s eyes twinkled with mischief and his smile when he woke him up to present it to him. 

 It’s that image of his dad - his dark hair unkempt because he just woke up, too, the brown eyes Peter inherited warm and loving - that breaks through the numbness and claws on his insides and hurts more than the gaping slash on his stomach. His nose is prickling - a sure sign of the tears boiling just beneath the surface and, sure enough, only a second later he feels the wetness of the first tear roll down his cheek and the heavy realization that settles in his stomach.

 I can never go back.

 —

 “I can never go back,” he tells Aunt May when she finds him on the doorstep of their apartment in Boston, broken and battered and bruised.

 I can never go back, he thinks when he’s laying in bed that first night and there’s no goodnight kiss and “sleep tight, squirt.” and he can hear Happy and his aunt whisper questions he can’t ever answer them. 

 I can never go back, drums in the back of his head and pounds into his skull when he hears children screaming on the street and misses the full bodied hugs from the whirlwind that is his sister. Sometimes he catches himself searching the playground for her chocolate colored curls that have always been darker than his and the brown eyes they share with their father. 

 I can never go back, he realizes when he buries the remains of his suit in the far corner of his closet and then again when he steps onto the MIT Campus for the first time three weeks later and sees all the pictures his dad used to show him come to life in front of him. Between all the people with hopes and dreams and eyes full of laughter he misses his dad’s teasing smile the most.

 “I can never go back!” he screams from the top of his lungs standing on 200 Clarendon after his first week at college and collapses on the skyscraper in uncontrollable sobs. 

 He stays there for hours until he can’t ignore the worried texts and calls anymore and when he picks himself up then he’s drained and tired and empty but he picks himself up anyway and he takes a good look at the city that is now his home and that is so different from the skyline he knows like the back of his hand. 

 He picks himself up and climbs down and he goes home that’s not his home and he goes to school calling himself Peter Parker, his mother’s maiden name, and he stops climbing on skyscrapers and he breaks with everything he has ever known and he keeps breathing, somehow.

my heart is melting, but that’s okay

Anon, this is nonsense but that’s nothing new! I had fun writing it and hopefully you had fun reading it. 

“No. Regrets.” and “How drunk was I?”

“Wakey wakey, Pete. Sunshine is burning,” a baritone speaks from above and right before a hand smacks his cheek several times. “I’m giving you three seconds to wake up or I’m sending your sister in and disappearing for the rest of the day.”

Peter groans. 

“At last! Hey, you. Lemme see those eyes.” 

“G’way,” he moans, trying to slap the voice away. 

His hand is held captive. 

He whines. 

“Oh no. None of that now. I need a play by play on how you managed to get your ass kidnapped, in broad daylight, dressed as your spidery alter ego, and managed to get drunk instead of drugged.” 

“Too loud.”

Tony sighs. “Lights are off, open your eyes, and I promise I’ll try not to ask all my questions at once, but you know I don’t have impulse control.” 

Peter squints, glaring up at Tony. 

Tony’s hand covers Peter’s face, lightly shaking him around from side to side, and Peter retaliates by licking his  palm. 

“You’re worse than your sister.”

“Is this a hangover?” he questions, but his voice cracks something fierce. “Am I dead?”

“Nope, not yet at least. You’re lucky my past is colorful otherwise you’d be getting an earful.” 

“What’s this then, a powwow?” 

“Cute, kiddo. Here.” he hands him a glass of water and Peter drains it. “Are you okay?”

He nods then groans, realizing that was stupid. 

Tony nudges Peter around until he sits behind him and then magic happens: he gets a scalp massage and Peter melts into Tony. 

“How drunk was I? Last night?” Peter asks into the silence, wrinkling his nose at the stench coming out his mouth. He also asks because he isn’t facing Tony and he’d rather not see any form of disappointment on his father figure’s face. 

“FRI, replay last night’s baby monitor footage.”

Tony pulls out his cell phone and a holographic image comes to life, showing Peter first in a makeshift cell but Tony tells FRIDAY to fast forward and then it skips to Peter singing Disney songs, both old and new. Sober, Peter doesn’t think he can even blame Morgan because he’s rather guilty to confess he hums catchy songs all the damned time. 

“Doesn’t he ever shut the hell up?”

“Well, he does hang out with Stark so my answer is not likely.”

Peter’s brows furrow and he turns to look at Tony, “What, do they think I picked that up through osmosis?” 

“Criminal masses aren’t always the most intelligent, you know that, bud.” Tony even looks apologetic until his grin widens then he looks downright ornery. Peter’s saw an identical expression on Morgan multiple times. “S’why I had to be a hero.” 

Peter halfheartedly swats at him. 

Tony cackles, easily pinning Peter’s arms until he’s hugging Peter’s back and pointing at the floating images. “Oooh, I like this part.” 

He turns to see his holographic self standing on Pepper’s dining room table, dancing clumsily, hands coasting up and down his body, then all of a sudden he stops and points out into the family room, “No regrets because I’m a SUPERSTAR!”

Peter groans, bowing his head. 

For the next Tony Stark, I trust you.

Tony Stark

does whatever a spider can

#what…what is he hanging on???

#wait who took the picture???

New Year’s Eve is significantly less fun when you’re a pair of PTSD riddled superheroes (or, Tony has a panic attack in a Burger King.)

a 7k new year’s eve fic to end the holiday season!!

Summary: It’s been months since The Spider’s been put away, but the crime syndicate still lives, and in the shadows, the world’s titans fight to claim it.

Meanwhile, strange deaths crop up within New York City. All of them look like accidents. All of them are anything but.

With faces from Tony’s past appearing in his present, a serial killer trying to grab his attention, and the CEO of a multibillion dollar tech company tracking them down, it’s almost inevitable really, that Tony and Peter get trapped in a plot that threatens to rip them apart when they’ve only just made a home.

AO3 Link | Chapter One, Chapter Two

Chapter Three: The Offer

Tony looks away, eyes trained firmly on the skyline. “You know, they invented phones for a reason. You didn’t have to come all the way over here just to remind me about our agreement.”

Howard sighs, “You never got any better at listening did you?”

“Oh I listened to you. Too much probably.” Tony snarks, “But I know you’re too busy to have patience for weakness, that hasn’t changed. Peter and I will pack up our stuff to go tonight.”

Tony turns on his heel to go before Howard grabs him by his arm. “Tony. I told you. I’m here to help.”

Tony glances down at Howard’s grip before making an incredulous face, “Right. Because that’s your MO. Hand-outs.”

“I help you.”

Tony’s face drops in disdain, “Well colour me confused.”

Howard lets him go, voice loud. “Who put you into rehab? Who gave you a house? Who gave you a start in life when you let yourself get dragged to the bottom?”

Tony lets out a hard breath, unable to deny any of those things. “So why are you here then?”

The wind whooshes behind them. “Give me the word, and I’ll get you reinstated at the NYPD.” Howard declares, and it’s all Tony not to fall over in shock.  

growth.