Dec 21, 2024
I can pull this off successfully; the word "situationship" will be used successfully in a batfam fic. This might be my magnum opus.
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I can pull this off successfully; the word "situationship" will be used successfully in a batfam fic. This might be my magnum opus.
Inspo for the JayRoy honeymoon house.
aww i love ur writing, it's so soft and wholesome. i had a prompt if ur taking any! maybe like, a bio!AU where peter goes against of his dad's rules (for whatever reason) and then rightfully tony gets mad and yells at peter, but peter hates getting yelled at (like every teen in existence dhdshj) and starts tearing up and dad!tony's like "oh hell no we can't have this" and then there's fluff and hugs 🥺
Thank you so much!!🥰 And that’s an amazing idea!! 💗💖 (in this Peter’s spider-man but Tony doesn’t know yet!)
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Tony, rightfully, was fucking terrified.
Peter was 30 minutes past curfew, hadn’t texted, called, told him he would be late. He was just walking home from Ned’s.
What had happened? Was he hurt?! The thought of his little boy getting kidnapped, or lying, bleeding, in an alleyway, was too much to bear.
And to make matters even worse, the boy’s tracker had been dismantled. He didn’t know if Peter had done it himself, God he was smart enough, or if some had taken him and Peter... No. No, he couldn’t think about that.
Before he knew it, he was in his Iron Man suit, about to burst through the roof of the penthouse, before a small, shaking voice interrupted him.
“Dad?”
“Peter!!” He rushed over to the small boy. “Oh, baby!! Oh god, are you hurt?! Are you okay, sweetheart?!” Frantically he patted him down, searching for injuries. “Oh, Pete!! Where were you?! Are you hurt?!”
“I-I’m okay, Dad. I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“Are you sure? FRI, does Peter have any-”
“I’m fine!! I just- I got distracted, I’m sorry-”
Now that he was sure Peter was okay, his fear and terror was replaced by anger. “You got distracted?” he snapped. “How the fuck- there- how the hell would you get distracted?! Peter, you scared me to fucking death!”
“Dad, I-I,” he began.
No!! No, I don’t want excuses, Peter! There was no reason for you to take this long!!” he yelled.
“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered.
“You’re fucking sorry?! I was so worried, Peter! I thought you were kidnapped!!”
Peter didn’t know how to explain that he was kidnapped. And had escaped in under fifteen minutes from those assholes, but he was so far away from the tower in took him another fifteen to get back home.
“I- Dad- I-”
“No. No, I don’t want to hear it!” Tony took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. But god... Peter had terrified him. Where the fuck had he been?!
Massaging his forehead with one hand, he looked up, worried, hearing whimpers. “Pete?”
To his horror, tears were flowing freely down his son’s face. “Oh, no, Peter-”
“No. No, it’s okay,” Peter mumbled. “Just leave me alone.” He sprinted for the stairs and raced up them.
Tony stared in shock, hurt and guilt filling his chest. He made Peter cry.
This was all his fault.
(maybe not all of it, but it sure felt like that)
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He didn’t know what to do. He just hovered anxiously by the boy’s door, a lump forming in his throat.
Peter was sobbing.
He wanted- no, needed, to stop his tears.
Finally, he gathered up the courage to knock. Slowly, he opened the door and peeked in. “Pete?”
“Go away!” came the teary, muffled voice. The boy’s face was pressed into his pillow.
“Oh Peter...” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
That only made Peter sob harder. Tony’s heart clenched, and before he knew it, he was sitting on Peter’s mattress.
“Petey...”
“I’m sorry!! I’m sorry, Daddy!! I’m so sorry!!” he cried. “Daddy, I’m sorry!!”
Tony couldn’t breathe. “No, Pete, please, don’t be sorry, bambino. It’s okay!”
“No!! No, it’s not, I’m sorry!!”
Tony pulled the small boy into his lap, stroking his hair. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and rocked them back and forth gently, hugging him tightly.
Peter muffled his sobs into his chest, crying almost hysterically. Tony tried desperately to calm him, scared he would have an asthma attack, and hating the sound of his distress.
He rubbed circles on his back, kissing his temple over and over again, murmuring his love over and over . “It’s okay, Peter, I’m not mad at you. It’s okay, baby. I love you so, so much, okay? I’m so sorry I yelled, I just got really worried about you. I love you so much, Petey. I love you.”
Eventually Peter’s crying died down and he snuggled into his father’s warm, safe arms. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Tony shook his head and squeezed him close. “No, Peter, no. It’s not your fault, tesoro, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I was just scared. Please, don’t be sorry.”
“’S’okay, Daddy. It’s not your fault.” Peter sniffed.
After a long pause, in which only Peter’s sniffles and Tony’s comforting humming could be heard, the boy spoke up. “Can we watch Star Wars?”
Tony laughed, relieved. There was the Peter he knew. “Of course we can, baby. Of course.” He kissed his small button nose. “Do you want some ice cream and cookies to go with that?”
Peter giggled, one of the sounds Tony loved most in the world. “Yeah. That’s sound good.”
Peter still sounded a bit sad, and the reason he was so late would have to be discussed, but for now, Tony was just so so grateful that he could hold his son close in this moment. Protect him. And never let go.
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Transient global amnesia is a sudden, temporary episode of memory loss that can't be attributed to a more common neurological condition, such as epilepsy or stroke. During an episode of transient global amnesia, your recall of recent events simply vanishes, so you can't remember where you are or how you got there.
Peter Parker is only six year's old, enjoying a birthday party. But he doesn't remember why he's there anymore, or why his hand is all red and swollen. He just wants his dad, and Tony Stark wants his son to be alright. - “Oh, bud” Tony’s voice is soft and gentle. “Does it hurt too much? You’re being really brave, this is nothing dad can’t ...“
“Daddy, why are we in the park?” Peter asks again. As he had forgotten why his hand hurt, he had stopped crying; but now, Peter’s eyes became wet again. “Daddy – daddy w-why are we-e in the pa-park?” -
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Parent-Child Relationship, Parent Tony Stark, soft tony stark, Tony Feels, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Clingy Peter Parker, Codependency, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Kangaroo Care, Baby Peter Parker Series: Part 2 of IronDad Bingo Summary:
“It is commonly referred to as ‘Kangaroo Care’, sir. The skin-to-skin contact is proven to enhance a child's immune system, calm its heart rate, and increase familial bond between parent and child.”
Irondad Bingo Fic #2 AU: Biological Dad
heavy in your arms
M | TimKon, JayRoy | 1/6
“Maybe it just wasn’t a good fit. I hear that happens sometimes. Maybe you and the new one will gel better,” Bruce offers.
“Sure, I’m sure I’ll gel with an art therapist.”
Bruce is scoffing before he knows it. “Art therapist? She wants you to fingerpaint?”
Tim snorts a laugh. “I guess. Maybe she’ll see something in the doodles.”
“Maybe.”
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Tim's not the first of Bruce's kids to need a therapist. He certainly won't be the last.
Am I really me if I don't send a character to therapy? Anyway, new fic. New chapter coming soon. Welcome back everyone.
The collage from chapter 5 of heavy in your arms.
the great war (chapter 5)
DCU | T | KONTIM & JAYROY | 5/6 |
Lucius. Tam. Lucius again. Craig. Alicia. Alicia's panic button–
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Wayne Tower is on lockdown.
The next installment of the bio!au is here! It's gonna get spicy!