#ghost!peter

[irondadfics]

Hi! Do you have any fics were Tony (or Peter) is a ghost? I’ve looked and can’t find any. Thanks!

@basic-cable had a few suggestions for us on the last ask about ghosts, but the post wouldn’t let me update it, so it’s perfect that you requested this lol

Peter as ghost:

a ghost, an angel by iron_spider

He’s been trying to stay focused. He’s been trying to stay focused by keeping himself distracted. He’s been getting information from Rhodey about the stray new hero here and there, and there’s one Rhodey brought to him the other day that Tony has to follow up on, that 240p YouTube video the two of them watched together. What the hell was the name? He stood out, and if Tony was more clear-headed, he’d remember.  He’s searching for the information on a Thursday evening, and that’s when he gets the e-mail about the bed and breakfast. A bed and breakfast that sits on a plot of land that Obie was fighting to take from the owners thirty or so years back, and now, thirty or so years later, the new owners are contacting Tony to sell. Want to move on, the place is past its prime anyway. And maybe ‘slightly haunted’. “Slightly haunted,” Tony says, the next day, sitting across the table from Happy at the cafe in the tower. He takes a bite of his scone and tries to hide his keen interest.

Can’t Find My Way Home by SunflowerSpideyy

Tony flies up from Malibu once a month to leave flowers for Jarvis, and it doesn't take long before he stumbles across Peter- Elmwood Cemetery's very own friendly ghost.  Febuwhump Day 9: Buried Alive

Coincidental by spideywriting (catch_you_later)

The first time he walked into the cold spot, he thought it was a weird happenstance. A coincidence. He couldn't have been more wrong. Strange, spooky things are happening in Tony's lab and he's woefully unprepared for what follows. (Or, the fic where Peter haunts Tony's lab and Tony can't help but adopt the adorable ghost kid.)

The Living, The Dead, And The Ones In-Between by Jen27ny

When Peter wakes up and finds himself looking at his own body, he’s pretty sure he knows what comes next: walking into a bright light or descending into a fiery pit. That doesn’t happen. Instead, he stays right there, invisible to everyone around him and unable to touch anything or anyone, condemned to watch his own body lay motionless in the bed and hear his aunt and uncle begging him to wake up. But then the genius inventor and Peter’s lifelong idol Tony Stark appears at the hospital, and it turns out that Peter isn’t as invisible as he thought. Together, they try to get Peter back into his body. A Just Like Heaven AU

Tony as ghost:

can you hear me? by bstarship

(Tony’s not quiet a ghost but it’s close)

Peter has reason to believe that Tony Stark is still alive. A few reasons, actually. And then the reasons become too much to ignore.

Peter's Ghost and one (1) obnoxious orange stone by Bean_reads_fanfic

SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME AND SM:FFH ... "Rest," she'd said. Was this rest? It didn't feel like it. ...But then that's what you get when your soul is tied to Peter Parker's. (In which Tony's unusual afterlife is explored, and things aren't as permanent as they seem.)

some I had to leave behind by DivineProjectZero

Everybody else is moving on; why is Tony reluctant to do the same? (aka the one where Tony is a ghost.)

unaware that i'm standing right beside you by bstarship, dface

From filling the search engine with "exorcism priests near me" to "Ghost Adventures phone number", Peter is on Google until his eyes grow heavy. And for the most part, Tony doesn’t say anything. He watches each Wikipedia article dive, wondering if Peter can feel his presence each time Tony sticks a hand through his head. Peter’s subtle reactions are worth the trial and error of not making physical contact. While the kid worries about ghosts, Tony worries about accidentally getting his hand stuck in Peter’s skull. Peter is on edge until morning. When Tony speaks, the kid scratches at his neck, and whenever Tony tries to make contact, Peter stiffens. There’s something there for him, something that tells Peter it’s much more than his natural senses. And, while Tony doesn’t mean to frighten the poor kid, he’s thrilled. He no longer feels as alone. Those small moments of uncertainty are all that fill his days now. He’s not living—he’s barely existing. But he’s here with Peter, and there has to be something more. or  Tony is definitely not a part of the Haunted Mansion's 999 happy haunts. He is, in fact, not that happy. And Peter doesn't know a damn thing.

Both as a ghost:

The Haunted by blondsak

Tony takes a deep breath, before sitting down on the bed and putting a hand on Peter’s foot.  “Kid, either I’m losing my mind or the tower is goddamn haunted.” -- Happy Halloween! Here, have a ghost story <3

The Wave Returns to the Ocean by FerretShark

Morgan sees dead people. She isn’t sure when it started, but one day she just begins to notice them. There’s a man in the Tower. He’s wearing a blue shirt and a tie. There’s a bloody wound in his chest, but his eyes are kind. Mommy says she can’t see him.

[dcartcorner]

more Something Wicked fluff

DC's Hot Takes from stream: (1) simon deserves to wear more skirts and dresses (2) hades should have had a three-headed goose over a three-headed dog (3) peter deserves to blush more, as a treat

[starkrpro]

tony falls in love with ghost peter, who’s haunting him merely out of boredom

LMAOOO i love this so much

•tony notices one night that his lights are flickering

•his tech is messing up but j.a.r.v.i.s lets him know nothings wrong

•and of course he couldn’t have programmed anything that DOESN’T work that’s not like him at all nope no way is it his fault

•then he sees a figure in the corner of his eye walk past him

•“if anybody’s there, i’m gonna give you about 10 seconds to reveal yourself or else i’ll start blasting away”

•a boy with bambi eyes and somewhat of a transparent body shows up in front of him, grinning ear to ear

•“who are you??”

•“i’m peter, but im not really anybody anymore”

•tony’s annoyed because of COURSE it’d be him who has a fucking spirit up his ass

•and peter’s always pulling shit like hiding tony’s tools, turning the lights off, messing up tony’s coding when he isn’t looking

•the boy’s amused and entertaining himself all the time

•he doesn’t show himself too often, but when he does tony has a hard time grasping the thought that somebody as gorgeous as peter would be…dead, and not exactly unhappy about it either

•tony searches up the kid’s name, finds out he died in a plane crash with his parents

•“are you seeking revenge out on me or something?? wtf is this supposed to be dude??”

•“not at all!!! you’re just so easy to aggravate. besides, i have nothing better to do and you’re encouraging me”

•“how am i encouraging you??? i want you out of here.”

•no he doesn’t

•“no, you don’t.”

•“well, what can i do to get you to leave?”

•“nothing, sir. i like it here. you talk to me, you pay attention to me.”

•“then i’ll just stop giving you the attention you apparently crave.”

•yeah, turns out that’s a horrible idea considering the next day he walks into the lab and finds it completely destroyed, something is making one of his suits move on their own, and it takes him a few minutes to comprehend that peter is inside it

•“god, you’re a brat. get out of that thing before you hurt someone.”

•the suit opens up and peter proudly walks out of it with a sigh

•“how the hell are you able to do all this? if ghosts were always this destructive, you’d think there would be more sightings”

•“i had a lot of energy when i was alive. oh, and i was spider-man. sort of brought those things with me to the afterlife.”

•tony thinks he’s kidding but he once again does his research and spider-man randomly disappeared after the same night peter died

•peter starts helping him with ideas concerning nanotech

•the boy is a borderline genius, and that’s saying something coming from tony

•although he’s a little shit he is also very polite, and reminds tony to eat and drink water throughout the day

•“why am i the only person able to see you?”

•“you’re the only person who i want to see me.”

•tony starts noticing how peter’s eyes twinkle when he’s excited

•he starts getting him things to do, including a few books peter never got to read before he died

•peter never holds any resentment over what happened to him

•it brings tony a sense of relief that once he dies, there’s a chance he could still be with peter with zero regrets

•but peter never acknowledges the possibility of them being together, or doesn’t want to

•“you should just go with the flow of things, mr. stark. stop worrying about what happens when you’re gone, you have to live in the moment. enjoy life. i’m speaking from experience.”

•but tony doesn’t understand why it has to be like that, since ever since he’s started communicating with peter he’s been between life and death itself.

•how could he enjoy life, when death was looking over his shoulder every second of the day, looking as pretty as it did?

[starker-moodboards]

Tony encounters a lonely spirit trapped in the shadows of an overgrown conservatory.

Day 27: Ghost

[spideywriting]

Finally! I have time to write! I just defeated the most difficult deadline (and piece of work) for this fall. And I do have over 14k written for my ghost!Peter WIP so I'm not too behind on that one, but I'm going to see if I can post it on Halloween. I'll try!

But first, sleep.

[irondadfics]

Hey, so there’s this fanfic I really liked but I can’t find it anymore. I don’t remember much, but I know Peter was in the hospital — I think he had some kind of accident and ended up in a coma. But his ghost-like form was wandering around the hospital. Happy also had an accident, so Tony was visiting him, and for some reason he was the only one who could see Peter’s ghost form. So he was kind of trying to help Peter get back to his body. If anyone could help me find it, I’d really appreciate it 😭.

Here you go

The Living, The Dead, And The Ones In-Between by Jen27ny

When Peter wakes up and finds himself looking at his own body, he’s pretty sure he knows what comes next: walking into a bright light or descending into a fiery pit. That doesn’t happen. Instead, he stays right there, invisible to everyone around him and unable to touch anything or anyone, condemned to watch his own body lay motionless in the bed and hear his aunt and uncle begging him to wake up. But then the genius inventor and Peter’s lifelong idol Tony Stark appears at the hospital, and it turns out that Peter isn’t as invisible as he thought. Together, they try to get Peter back into his body. A Just Like Heaven AU

[irondadfics]

Your description doesn't say Inbox Closed (Unless I somehow missed that in which case ignore this and delete). Could you maybe find some pics where either Tony or Peter is a ghost haunting the other?

Here are some

Peter as ghost:

a ghost, an angel by iron_spider

He’s been trying to stay focused. He’s been trying to stay focused by keeping himself distracted. He’s been getting information from Rhodey about the stray new hero here and there, and there’s one Rhodey brought to him the other day that Tony has to follow up on, that 240p YouTube video the two of them watched together. What the hell was the name? He stood out, and if Tony was more clear-headed, he’d remember.  He’s searching for the information on a Thursday evening, and that’s when he gets the e-mail about the bed and breakfast. A bed and breakfast that sits on a plot of land that Obie was fighting to take from the owners thirty or so years back, and now, thirty or so years later, the new owners are contacting Tony to sell. Want to move on, the place is past its prime anyway. And maybe ‘slightly haunted’. “Slightly haunted,” Tony says, the next day, sitting across the table from Happy at the cafe in the tower. He takes a bite of his scone and tries to hide his keen interest.

Can't Find My Way Home by SunflowerSpideyy

Tony flies up from Malibu once a month to leave flowers for Jarvis, and it doesn't take long before he stumbles across Peter- Elmwood Cemetery's very own friendly ghost.  Febuwhump Day 9: Buried Alive

Coincidental by spideywriting (catch_you_later)

The first time he walked into the cold spot, he thought it was a weird happenstance. A coincidence. He couldn't have been more wrong. Strange, spooky things are happening in Tony's lab and he's woefully unprepared for what follows. (Or, the fic where Peter haunts Tony's lab and Tony can't help but adopt the adorable ghost kid.)

Tony as ghost:

some I had to leave behind by DivineProjectZero

Everybody else is moving on; why is Tony reluctant to do the same? (aka the one where Tony is a ghost.)

[dcartcorner]

It's a very busy weekend over here, so I don't have a lot of time to do art! Instead, please accept this little fic based on the ghost!Peter and witch!Simon art. It's still a work in progress! And standard disclaimer writing is not my forte! -holds up peter and simon and elias- i just think they're neat. Apologies for any errors ^^

(Edit: Can be found on Ao3 as well)

Something Wicked (WIP) Characters: Simon Fairchild, Peter Lukas (more to come, including Elias Bouchard) Ship: None for now, but eventual FoggySkies (potential Simon/Peter/Elias? Who knows!) Warnings: none

There was a house in the middle of the woods. It was an old thing, with vines crawling up and over its walls and its arches, nestled between the tall, gloomy pines. It was entirely out of place, and yet looked like it could not have possibly belonged anywhere else. It was abandoned and had been abandoned for a long time - so said the nearby townsfolk who knew of it as a local legend - and saw as little sunlight as it did travellers. Peter knew of this house because it was where he lived, insomuch as ghosts lived anywhere at all. 

His ship, he recalled, had crashed along the rocky shores not too far away, and he’d wandered unknowingly into the woods, searching for help. He was not sure when, precisely, he realized he was dead. But it wasn’t as shocking as it perhaps should have been. 

Though, if pressed for a precise moment it became apparent to him he was no longer counted amongst the strictly living, he might have said it was when he came to the house and raised his hand to knock on the dark oak door, and his knuckles passed straight through, followed by his hand, and his wrist. He was not sure what he thought he should have felt, but he had to admit that a not-insignificant part of him felt relieved. No more people, no more eyes watching him, no more need for social niceties and exhausting daily interactions. It was peaceful, and, well, there was nothing he could rightly do about it in the end. So, he decided he would enjoy the solitary afterlife, and that would be that. 

After determining as much, he went inside, looking for nothing in particular, and he explored what he resolved would be his new home. 

He had not expected to find another body in it. But there it was, lying on a settee in what would have reasonably been considered a solarium if not for the dense covering of trees that smothered the windows above and all around. Peter paused and watched the unmoving body. A small figure, and old in appearance. Age must have claimed him. Peter suspected that other people might have felt sorry for this person if they found him like that, but Peter considered him quite lucky in his demise. It seemed peaceful enough, at least, and lonely. Peter stepped nearer, taking a closer look, and as he looked he wondered what the difference was - between passing over entirely or lingering on as a ghost. What made it so that this man rested there with no spirit, and he was left wandering the woods? That was, he supposed, one of the great questions of the universe. 

The answer to this question, however, would come to him very shortly after that thought crossed his mind, as he was watching the face of this stranger. Suddenly, the stranger opened his eyes. 

Peter reeled backwards. He watched as the man blinked a few times, as if waking from a daydream. 

“Oh,” the man said when sky blue eyes turned to Peter. “Hello.”

Peter froze.

“Now, now. No need to be shy,” the man said, sitting up with a huff and rolling his wrists. They cracked. “You are in my house, after all. I have to imagine it’s to see me. Don’t get many visitors otherwise. I’m not entirely sure why.” A chuckle. “But there you have it.” Still, Peter said nothing. “Well, if you’d like the short of it: no, there is nothing I can do for your condition. Dead is dead, isn’t it. Well, except for when it’s not. But you are dead. Dead, dead. The sort of dead that can’t be fixed.  Terribly sorry.”

And that was how Peter met Simon Fairchild. Which was to say, against his will.

Then again, he supposed that was how he’d met most people in his life.

The man stood up and adjusted one of his cuffs. “Do feel free to stay as long as you’d like. Ghosts make for good guests. Less trouble than werewolves, let me tell you. After the last time I said to myself, I said, ‘Simon, no more taking in strays. You’re too busy for that.’” He sighed amenably. “Never take my own advice, it seems. 

“You can see me?” Peter asked, because he did not know how else to contribute to the conversation the man - Simon - seemed insistent on having. 

“Oh, yes,” replied Simon, moving past Peter to a globe bar. “You spend long enough Looking, you end up seeing quite a bit.”

“And… you can hear me?” Peter asked.

Simon looked over his shoulder at Peter. “Oh, yes. You spend long enough Listening, you end up-”

“I… understand,” Peter said, holding up his hand to stop him. 

Simon smiled, and turned back to his task of pouring himself a drink. “I’d offer you one, but it wouldn’t do you much good. One of the very great misfortunes of ghostliness. So, what’s your name? How did you turn up in my neck of the woods?” There was a pull in Simon’s words. Something… compelling, which gave Peter pause, for he’d felt such a thing a long time ago. Perhaps that was why he was able to ignore the question. 

“Are you a witch?” he asked instead, for that was what his mother had been, and she’d often used that same sort of compelling way of speaking to get her way in the house, and those were unhappy times.

Simon paused and slowly glanced over at Peter, smile faltering in surprise. Then a huff of breath that sounded like a chuckle. “That’s what they call me over in Scrimshaw, at least,” he said, “amongst other things.” He lifted the drink - something golden and dark - to his lips and watched Peter with eyes through which the sky seemed to fall. “Doesn’t much stop them from demanding potion and poultice and miracle cure-alls whenever I drop by.” He put on a voice and went on, “‘Look there, a witch for the fire!’ they say. ‘Oh but first, kind witch, mightn’t you help me with this rash? Come for tea, I’ll tell you all about it.’” He sighed in a long-suffering sort of way and resumed his normal tone, saying, “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it.”

It didn’t, but Peter did not say as much. 

“So, must I ask you again for your name?” Simon inquired. 

“Depends on what you want it for,” Peter replied. 

“My, my, but you are a quick one, aren’t you?” Simon said. As he did, there was a ruckus and a great, black raven flew into the solarium from a doorway behind Peter, and landed itself atop a crooked perch. It looked down at Simon with a glassy eye that reminded Peter of volcanic stone. Simon ignored it. “Close encounter with a witch before?”

“My mother,” Peter supplied. 

Simon clicked his tongue. “Ah,” he said. “Very sorry. Well, you have my word, it’s for nothing more than satiating my own curiosity.”

That seemed well and good, and so he said, “Peter Lukas. Captain… Peter Lukas. Of the Tundra.”

“Captain,” Simon repeated with what Peter thought might have been a hint of delight in his voice. “Not very often I get to meet a captain. How wonderful. That was your wreck on the northern shore, then? Horrible disaster. One has to wonder how something so dreadful came to be.”

“There was a fog,” Peter said. He looked up at the raven. It did not seem to notice him in the same way that Simon noticed him.

Simon’s smile vanished. “A fog,” he repeated, and he was silent for a long moment, thinking about something. “I see…”

Peter took this silence as a mark against his character, and so he frowned, brows furrowing together, as he said. “It was unnatural. Fog like that, not the best sailor in the world could have found their way out of it.”

Simon blinked slowly. “Ah, no. No, no, you mustn’t think I’m slandering you.  The fog is quite… unique, in these parts. Has a will of its own, you might say. I dare say there was nothing you nor any soul upon your ship could have done to prevent the outcome.”

“Hm.” Peter was satisfied enough with that. 

Simon put his drink down. The raven quwork-ed. “I do hate to cut this introduction short,” he said, and he seemed… wary. Though of what, Peter couldn’t say. The mention of the fog seemed to have soured his mood. “But there’s a… house call, I should make.” The smile flickered across Simon’s face again. “Make yourself at home. I’m sure you’ll need some time to become… acquainted with your new situation.” He began to move towards the door with a speed Peter would not have expected of someone of Simon’s age. “Happy haunting.” And with that, he was gone. 

Peter stood in the solarium for a good long while, watching where Simon had left before he turned his gaze about the room and to the trees outside, watching the mists dancing through the pines. And, with nothing else to do but wander, so he went, and began to learn the halls of the house in the woods. All things considered, it was hardly the worst sort of afterlife.