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[starker-sorbet]

Spooky Starker Week Oct 20: Candy and Sweets

[spooky-starker-week]

Summer is dying...

But Starker lives on!

Announcing Spooky Starker Week!

What is it?

We are running a One Week event to celebrate Starker and Halloween! Anything spooky, dark, Halloween related and Starker, we want it! 😍 Fluff, smut, dark, yesyesyes.

When is it?

Officially, the event will run from October 20 - 26th but we will continue to accept prompts until the 31st.

Spooky Starker Week Info

Each day will have a suggested prompt that can be interpreted however you please.

Anything created (fanart, fanfics, moodboards, etc) of any rating will be accepted.

We only ask that fanfics have a minimum 100 words and for other's consideration, please tag accordingly 💜

Tag us or use the tag #spookystarker2019

Depending on how many fills, we'll post a daily roundup post with links to those who've participated.

On Oct31/Nov 1, a master post will be created with all the works.

Feel like doing something besides the prompts? Feel free to tag us anyway 🧡💚

Participating in other events? Bingo? Kinktober? Completely cool with us 🎃

Have any other questions? Our ask box is open or feel free to directly DM us.

We hope you guys join us in celebrating our two loves, Starker and Halloween.

This blog will also be reblogging posts for some spooky inspiration 😱

🕸️ Spooky Starker Prompts 🕷️

Prompts as text:

Oct 20: Candy and Sweets

Oct 21: Paranormal

Oct 22: Halloween Party

Oct 23: Pumpkins / Turnips

Oct 24: Movies

Oct 25: Costumes

Oct 26: Vampires

[yuihoshiart]

Spooky Starker Day 1: Candy and Sweets

So... I wanted to combine spooky Starker with inktober, so here you get my crappy traditional art... 😂 I’m not sure yet if I’m gonna be making all the prompts like this or if I’ll go back to digital, I guess it depends on what you guys like?

Would you like to see more drawings with ink and markers? I may do at least a couple more, I enjoy doing it, but it’s also frustraiting at times 😂

[wandering-night19]

Day 2: Paranormal

Tony has two months to get the sequel to his bestseller to the publisher. So he rents a house in the wilds of Maine in order to keep distractions to a minimum.

But shortly after moving in he starts seeing things.

[cipherstarker]

Day 1: Candy and Sweets (October 20th (Yes I’m late, shush)) 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder and suicide.

“So,” Morticia said, adjusting her hold on Wednesday so she faced Tony, “What is troubling you?”

Tony shrugged, avoiding his dear cousin’s eyes and landing on her perfectly manicured red nails. He reached forward and tugged Wednesday out of her grip and into his welcoming arms. Immediately, the baby girl’s chubby pale arms went up to grab on his goatee and Tony hid his smile. “Just stressed,” he finally replied, his mind going to Pepper’s face after he announced to the whole world that he was Iron Man, “that’s all.”

Morticia just hummed lightly and Tony avoided her disbelieving gaze by leaning forward to give Wednesday some eskimo kisses. It didn’t save him for long, as his cousin leaned towards him, gently pushing a loose lock of hair behind his ear before her fingers moved under his chin to apply a light pressure until he faced her. “Nothing at all to do with the press conference earlier this evening?”

At that moment his phone chirped and Tony smiled apologetically at Morticia, “Duty calls.” With that he stood, passing Wednesday back to her but a hand quickly came out to wrap around his wrist. 

“Come for dinner tomorrow. I’ll ask Grandmama to cook your favourite.”

“Okay, ‘ticia. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned down and give a gentle kiss to her cheek before following Lurch to the front door.

-----

Once outside, Tony breathed in the fresh air before looking down at his phone - which was louding playing ‘Iron Man’ (Yes, Jarvis was hilarious) - with a glare before answering it with a sigh. “Yes, Pep? I thought you cleared my schedule?”

“There’s a guy called Spiderman in your penthouse.”

“What?” Tony couldn’t mask his surprise. Who was Spiderman? How the hell did he get in?” “I’ll be there in a sec.”

Tony walked into the penthouse with his usual swagger, his hands in his trouser pockets and his suit jacket unbuttoned. “Well well well, seems with have a spider problem.” He said with a smirk as he spotted a man in a red onesie splayed on his couch like he owned it.

“Mr Stark.” The man replied with a nod.

“So, what can I do for you, little spider?” Tony walked over to the black bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and held up the bottle to the other man who declined with a shake of his head. “Your loss,” he muttered to himself.

“I’m here because you just announced yourself to be a superhero on TV.”

Tony proudly smirked, “Ah, you saw that?”

“I did,” he didn’t sound impressed, “You just brought me into the limelight with you,” he stood up and started to slowly walk over to Tony, his arms crossed over his chest, “and that’s somewhere I don’t want to be.”

“Right,” Tony signalled to Jarvis to prepare the suit, anticipating the fight to come, “and why, exactly, do you want to stay out of the limelight?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Jarvis,” Tony prompted.

“Yes, Sir. Spiderman, otherwise known as Peter Parker, is 20 years old working at a cafe called May’s Sweet Treats. Family includes said May Parker and close friends are Ned and Michelle who likes to be known as MJ.” Jarvis shows a picture of a boy, with curly brown hair and big bambi eyes and shit, Tony wants. “I can also link Mr Parker to several murders in New York.” Double shit. He thinks he might be in love.

The man - Peter - rips of his mask, his eyes alight with flames and his hair a porcupine mess. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He started to quickly advance on Tony, his hands clenched tightly shut and his pretty face curled into a snarl. He pushed Tony against the granite counters, his hands holding onto his suit jacket as he lifted him, his feet dangling uselessly. “I should kill you right this instant.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tony mocked as he pushed the knife he had grabbed against Peter’s neck, “You may be younger, but I have experience.” Peter’s adam’s apple bopped, leaving a tiny cut where the knife had pressed against it, his eyes were now wide with astonishment and want. Tony removed the knife to bring it to his mouth, licking up the slight trace if blood on it.

“Fuck,” Peter whispered, breathlessly. Tony just smirked. “Where have you been all my life Tony Stark.” In response, Tony brought his legs up to wrap around lean hips.

“Waiting for someone just like you, ‘ticia always did say it would come when I least expected it.”

“‘ticia?” Peter questioned, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.

“My cousin, Morticia. She married the love of her life, Gomez, a couple of years back. They met a funeral, how romantic is that? Morticia couldn’t stop staring at him. Actually, I think Gomez is still a suspect. Family is very important to the Stark’s and Addams’.”

Suddenly, Peter was kissing him and Tony let out an obscene sounding moan, arching his back and bringing up his free hand to grab at Peter’s hair. He pulled himself back, gasping for breath and the taste of copper in his mouth from where Peter had bit his lip to hard.

“Come for dinner tomorrow.” Peter demanded.

“Can’t,” he leaned forward to brush his tongue against red lips, Peter’s mouth automatically parting for another kiss before leaning backwards again. “You can, however, join us for a family dinner.”

“Of course, what time?”

“8.”

Peter went to put him down so he tightly clinged on. “I didn’t say you had to go just yet though. I’m sure we can think of something to do?” Tony winked.

------

The next day, Tony and Peter were stood outside the door waiting, Peter tugging at the suit that he had borrowed from Tony. “You look good, Bambi,” Tony reassured as the door was opened by Lurch. Immediately, Tony was swooped up in a hug by Gomez.

“It has been much to long, Tony!”

“You saw me yesterday, Gomez.”

“Yes, it has been too long!” Then Gomez spotted Peter. “And who is this dashing, young thing?” He let go of Tony to sweep up Peter.

“Gomez this is Peter, Peter this is Gomez. Peter is responsible for them murders with the spider bites, Gomez.”

“Ah, marvellous. I love your work! Especially the one that was hanged from the building, just beautiful!”

Gomez then ushered them inside, leading them to the kitchen where Grandmama and Morticia were waiting. Tony almost walked into Peter when he stopped in shock, so he peaked around him and saw the spiderman themed candy apples he had asked Grandmama to make, next to the black ones they usually had.

“Ah, you must be Peter,” Morticia said, “Tony said that you’re the one. Oh, I hope it works well for the both of you. My sister killed her one, you know? Then herself. She wanted them to rot together sooner rather than later.”

Peter smiled and looked back at Tony and he felt his heart do a flip. The one. He would not let Peter go, not now, not ever. He was going to need a goddamn ring.

[cammerel]

Oct 21: Paranormal

TW: Endgame follow-up, with alt Happy Ending for those that NEED it. E>

Tony had never given the afterlife much of a thought.

He was a realist, a scientist, so he approached it like many of his peers did.

People are made of stardust, they’re mass and they’re energy. And when they die, that energy /must/ go somewhere. Whether it was in the walls, the plants, the power lines around them… it went /somewhere/.

But when he gets up from his body, leaving it behind, and turns around to watch his loved ones mourn him, he thinks that he probably should’ve given it more of a proper look at - maybe then he would’ve been prepared for what he’s experiencing now.

He tries to go home with Pepper but his body gravitates further away from her until he realizes what’s pulling him.

Peter.

Of course it’s Peter that draws him away from his wife and child, like he always had over the last five years.

So maybe he goes… a little willingly.

But watching what Peter goes through in the following weeks is hard.

Watching him being taken advantage of and hurt and abused by Mysterio is even harder, but he accepts that this is his fate.

Where he had the ability to influence and affect everything around him in his life, he’s now being shown how little he can really control. And maybe how little he really controlled when he was alive. It’s hard to watch Peter cry and not wrap his arms around the kid.

He’s young and he’s had the fate of the world put on him.

More than once, Tony ponders just why the hell he was left in the afterlife, unable to move on.

Somehow, his spirit had latched onto Peter. And try as he might, he can’t be more than a few feet away from the kid, even with real effort.

Any time he tries to leave, he starts to hurt, starts to lose breath, and then Peter will move and tug him back.

But he can’t actually /do/ anything. So what’s the point of all of it?

Tony floats along with him as he swings through Queens, stopping at one of the many little vigils set out and folding his legs as he puts down a candle of his own.

It’s about that time, isn’t it?

A year has passed by like no time at all and Tony’s still here, completely incapable of moving on.

Tony sighs and sits down as well, looking up at the spray-painted image of himself - not Iron Man, but Tony specifically. He can only guess that that’s why Peter picked this one out of all of the others.

“I miss you,” Peter says, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat.

Tony blinks and looks over to him.

“This whole year… I’ve felt so lost,” Peter continues, voice trembling, “I made a lot of mistakes, had to deal with a lot of shit. If it wasn’t for the Avengers - or what’s left of them… and-and Matt Murdock - I’d probably be sitting in a prison cell right now, doing time for something I never even did.”

He narrows his eyes, remembering the painstaking hours he had to sit through in court, watching Peter and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

“I never stop thinking about you,” Peter takes a long, deep, shaky breath, “There were so many things I wanted to tell you. So much I wanted to say, but it never felt like the right time.”

Tony swallows tightly, “I’m still here, kid,” he knows Peter can’t hear him, but he says it anyway.

Peter blushes, staring up at the Tony Stark on the wall, at his eyes, then looking away, “Some of it I wonder how you’d feel. If you’d be upset or disappointed. You’d probably pick on me, make jokes.”

“Never,” Tony insists, clutching his fists.

“I’ve… never even said it aloud,” Peter clears his throat, wiping away more tears, “I couldn’t even say it to MJ in person so I just broke up with her over text.”

Ah, he’d /assumed/ as much. But Tony had decided early on that he wouldn’t snoop over Peter’s shoulders. He was already seeing /far/ more than he should, so reading his personal conversations with people seemed like a bit too much.

He still wasn’t sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate that Peter had trouble masturbating after Tony died, and had pretty much given up trying altogether.

Or that Peter and MJ stopped making out on the couch and eventually had just decided to be friends.

“MJ apparently knew before I told her,” Peter shrugs, then looks back up at the painting, “But I loved you, I always loved you. I knew it was stupid and hopeless and pointless, but I’ve loved you since I was a little kid. I never told you, but you saved my life. I was like six years old, and all I knew was that I wanted to marry you one day.”

Peter chuckles and Tony feels his heart clench in his chest as he wipes away more tears.

“It’s been a year,” Peter says, his voice really hoarse now, “And I keep waiting for it to get easier, and it’s not. And you’re everywhere I look, everywhere I go. I don’t think it’s ever going to get easier for me, like they all keep saying. And I feel like if I had just… been better, if I had done something more, or if /I/ had used the gauntlet instead-”

“No!” Tony shakes his head, gritting his teeth, “Don’t say that, don’t you dare even think it!”

Peter jumps back from him, turning with wide, wild eyes.

Tony blinks, still sitting there, feeling the rage burning in his blood, but it simmers quickly when he realizes that Peter is… looking at him.

“M-Mr. Stark?” he asks in disbelief.

“You… can see me?” Tony asks back, trying not to get his hopes up.

“Oh god, no no no no no,” Peter gets up from the concrete and runs.

Tony sighs and can’t help but be yanked along with him, following Peter all of the way back to his apartment, through the window (or, well, for Tony it’s through the wall).

Peter curls into a corner, shaking his head and covering his ears, “Oh god, he’s still alive, he found me. This isn’t real, it’s-” he looks up towards Tony and then throws himself flat against the wall, “Go away! Leave, I-”

“It’s really me,” Tony motions to himself, “It’s me, Peter. Look, I… I can prove it. I don’t have like a fun story about finding out you watched porn in a hotel room or anything like that (which is fine, by the way). But we’ve… had a few personal moments, I like to think. Granted, most of them I was angry at you, or distant. I really tried in the end, kid, I tried. But I /do/ have proof.”

Peter stares at him silently, those big brown eyes wide with fear and confusion.

“When you were snapped, when you died in my arms,” Tony says, moving closer, “You kept telling me that you didn’t want to go, but right before you vanished, you told me you were sorry. And that apology, that one, kid, that has /haunted/ me ever since. You didn’t need to apologize to me, Pete, it should’ve been the other way around - I failed you. I failed horribly.”

“M-... Mr. Stark?” Peter asks tentatively.

“It’s me,” Tony kneels down to level their eyes, “It’s me, I’ve been here the whole time. I just… you couldn’t see me. And I don’t know why or how you can now, but I’m not gonna question it, even if it doesn’t make any sense at all. But don’t you /ever/, ever - not even for a second - wish that our situations had been reversed on that battlefield. I took the gauntlet, it was my burden to bear.”

Peter shakes his head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony sighs, reaching out to brush his cheek, “Don’t you know I would’ve died anyway, if it had been you?”

Peter’s bottom lip trembles and he leans into the touch, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You’ve gotta go on for the both of us, Peter.”

“I can’t, I-”

“Yes you can,” Tony says confidently, “You’re stronger than me, you always were. You’re the strongest Avenger, and you’ll get through this. Just never stop letting people into that beautiful heart of yours. Because, trust me, there’s a lot of lost and broken people out there that you’ll find, and they need someone like you to be that light for them.”

Peter stares up at him and the look on his face is absolutely heartbreaking.

Tony leans in and presses his lips to Peter’s, pulling back to gauge whether or not it was okay to do, but Peter just stares at him blankly, “I love you, Peter,” he says and starts to add something else to fill the silence when Peter launches himself up into Tony’s arms.

Honestly? He’s touched Peter, he’s kissed Peter, but he still thinks the kid is about to barrel through him and fall out the other end.

But he doesn’t.

They kiss and clutch at one another until they’re breathless. And that’s just it… for the first time in a year, he’s breathless.

“Stay with me,” Peter pleads with him, “Stay with me tonight.”

Tony smiles and shrugs, “I think I can swing that.”

Alt, happy end if you don’t want bittersweet one I gave:

Tony cracks an eye open and smiles slowly when he sees Peter staring up at him.

“I’m still here?” he asks, voice hoarse from sleep.

Peter nods, “I thought… for sure you-”

“Right, I did too,” Tony says honestly, searching Peter’s face, “How do I feel?”

Peter smiles finally, reaching up to trace his fingers over Tony’s chest, “Real,” he tells him, “Warm. Your heart is beating. And… you’ve been snoring a little.”

“Mhm, one of my many flaws.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Peter says, leaning in and kissing him, “I liked it.”

“You’ll get tired of it really fast.”

Peter hums and shifts their legs together, “Looking forward to it.”

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[isomnelyswear]

Paranormal vacation part 4. The end.

Starker fanfiction

The end :)

When the sun awaked him, Peter wasn't around. Tony went to his room to change his clothes. Peter bedroom's door slammed behind him. He turned around. Nobody was there. He walked to his room. His hands were shaking. Something wasn't normal. He dressed up quickly and joined Strange and Wong. They had breakfast.

"Have you seen Peter ?

- He allowed us to take food and went upstairs. He said he was still sleepy. Why ?

- Is isn't in his room or mine."

Clouds fulfilled the sky. The house dove into darkness. A cold wind entered the kitchen. It brought the awful smell.

"This isn't good. We must find him, right now, ordered Dr Strange. Wong, check the cave. I'll go upstairs with Mr Stark."

They ran, opened all the doors. Peter were nowhere to be find.

"Peter ?! Peter ?! Tony yelled.

- Is there another floor ?

- Maybe the attic."

They went to his room and unhooked the attic's door on the roof. A ladder fell on the ground.

"Only a little dust. It was used recently."

Tony climbed the ladder. Peter was just standing here, in the middle of the room. Tony ran to him.

"Peter ! Why didn't you answer ? What the hell ?"

The young man didn't answer. Strange joined him.

"You may want to take a step back Mr Stark...

- Peter ! It's Tony ! Answer ! Say something! Are you hurt?"

Tony shook him. Peter's eyes were grey. They fixed him. Tony retreated.

"Peter ...?"

Peter jumped on him, his hands tightening his throat. Tony fell on the ground. He pushed him, but Peter was stronger.

"Please... Peter... Stop..."

Strange caught Peter and threw him away.

"Holy shit, Tony shouted massing his throat. What is wrong with him?

- He's possessed."

Wong joined them in hurry. Peter was on all four, looking at them with anger. He opened his mouth. A loud scream came out. He jumped on them again. Wong and Strange flattened him on the ground.

"Find something to cinch him!"

Tony found an old metallic chained and jailed him into it. The three of them made sure he wasn't able to escape.

"What do we do now ? Asked Tony.

- I will try to contact him."

Strange began incantations.

"Show us your real form."

Peter shouted again. A black matter came out to him. It was monstrous. It screamed to them and disappeared.

"Ok. This demon is a Guilty. He uses guilt to possess persons.

- How do we bring it out of Peter's body ?

- We can't. Peter must find the way.

- So we just watch?!"

Something knocked on the wall. Stronger and stronger.

"We must do something !

- I agree. Are you familiar with astral projection?

- Of course not, you crazy ass !

- Well it's the time to open your mind. I'll send you right in the kid's mind.

- And what do I do then ?

- You persuade him he is innocent."

Tony opened his mouth but Strange yelled in his unknowned language and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes, he was out of the house. A storm raged on it. He ran to the front door. It was closed. He destroyed it with his foot.

"Peter ?!"

Everything in the house was upside down. People were walking in it. Men, women, doing usual daily activities. A young woman crossed the body of an old man. She just went through him.

Tony breathed. He calmed down. Now wasn't the time to freak out. He walked slowly between the human forms. They seemed to notice him but not each other.

He went upstairs. The stairs disappeared as he walked in it.

"What the fuck..."

When he reached to Peter's door, he saw another room. It was a child room, filled with toys. A very young Peter was holding hands with a couple. He really looked like the man.

"Hello Mr Stark."

Peter's kid voice was soft, but his face distorted in a giant smile. The same smile was on the parent's visage. The floated to Tony. He closed the door and went to his room.

It wasn't his anymore. There was clothes everywhere, a desk and a computer. The ladder was anyway in the middle of the room. Peter was sitting on the bed. He looked exactly like the day of their first meeting, except he didn't have eyes. There was only two black holes. Blood flew on his cheeks. In front of him, a man was smiling. Tony recognised uncle Ben from pictures.

The black holes fixed Tony. The blood covered Peter's teeth while he smiled. They didn't move.

Tony entered slowly the room. He grabbed the ladder and reached to the attic.

"The last one... He whispered."

Peter was sitting where they cinched him. May was sitting behind him, playing with his hair. Ben and the parents arrived. This time, Peter smile was normal.

"Meet my family Tony. I am happy here. With them."

Tony swallowed.

"They are not real Peter. Come with me. We must leave this place.

- I can not Tony. I'm right where I belong.

- No... Come with me ...

- Where ?!"

Peter stood up.

"In a place where I am the reason my relatives died ?"

The fake Parker family whispered.

"Why did you do it to us... We loved you... You did it...

- Don't listen to them. They are not your family ! You didn't kill anybody !

- How could you know ?!

- Your parents died in a plane crash !

- To come home because I wanted to see them !

- You didn't caused the crash ! It is only bad luck ! Your aunt had cancer ! You can't think this is your fault !

- She would have take a better care of herself he she didn't have to look over me !"

Peter became bigger and bigger. A black shadow surrounded him.

"And your uncle...

- I met the guy ! I met the guy who shot him a few minutes before ! I could have stop him !

- Why did you do that to us ? We loved you, we loved you.

- This is madness you couldn't know!

- So tell me why Tony ?! Why should I go back in a world were everyone who loves me die ?

- It's not true ! You haven't done anything wrong ! You are a good person ! Bad things happened to you and this is crap but you didn't cause their death !"

Shadow Peter groaned while the other shapes were still whispering.

"I know you wouldn't harm anyone ! Especially not someone who loves you !

- And how could you know Tony?"

The voice was loud and creepy. Tony took a step closer to it.

"The same way I can tell that you are not Peter. Because I love you."

The wood cracked on Tony's left. He saw kid Peter looking at him with huge brown eyes.

"Do you ?"

His voice was soft and trembling. Tony kneeled before him.

"I do. I love you.

- Like daddy does ?

- Not exactly."

The kid grew up. It was an adolescent. He still had his eyes. And no blood on his face.

"Like uncle Ben? Or aunt May ?

- No. Not really.

- Not as strong as they did ?

- Not... Not the same way."

Peter was twenty again. Tony noticed shadow Peter was regressing. He put his hand on twenty years old Peter's chest.

"Listen to me. You didn't kill anyone."

Peter looked at the shadows.

"I killed them..."

The fake family talked louder.

"Why did you do it to us ? We loved...

- Enough, Tony stopped them."

He smiled at his Peter and faced the monsters.

"You killed us Peter ! You...

- I said enough ! You all shut the fuck up. You're not even ghosts."

They whisted. Shadow Peter stepped back. Tony looked at the real Peter again.

"I'm in love with you for a few years now. You didn't hurt me. I didn't die. I won't until a long time. And even if I die prematurely, it wouldn't be your fault. You aren't guilty Peter. Stop blaming yourself for what happened to others."

Peter was crying.

" I could have... Save them...

- How ? Tell me how ? You were a kid wanting to see his parents. You couldn't change it. This is normal. You're uncle was in the wrong place at the wrong moment. How could you know ? You didn't invent cancer treatment at twenty years old. How could you be blamed for it ?

- I...

- It's time Peter."

The world was collapsing around them. The shadows were small and agitated. There was not more ground or floor. The house was in pieces, turning slowly around them.

"What time is it Mr Stark ?

- Time to forgive yourself."

Everything disappeared. Tony fell for entire minutes until he touch something. He straightened. Wong was looking at him. Strange had Peter in his arms.

"What happened ?

- The demon came out of his body. Steven aspired him in a bottle. He looks over the kid now."

Tony joined Strange. Peter was pale.

"He is... He isn't...

- He is alive. Asleep. You should carry him to bed. I have something to do with this demon."

He pointed the bottle shaking on the floor. Tony didn't care anymore. He lifted Peter's body to his own room. He lay next to him on the bed.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm his heartbeat. His fingers were laced with Peter's. He didn't know how much time he looked at the roof before hearing Peter mumbled.

"You're awake, he asked slowly.

- Yeah...

- How do you feel ?

- Relieved."

Peter put his head on Tony's chest.

"I'm so sorry Mr Stark...

- Everything is alright Sweetheart.

- I... This thing was in me...

- Yeah. From the beginning. But now, it won't hurt you anymore. Even if it does, we'll destroy it.

- Holy shit Mr Stark... What exactly happened ?

- What do you remember?

- The attic. I went there. I saw the shadows. Then you came. It's blurry. I remember sadness, joy. Relief. My body guests so bad...

- We chained you."

Peter headed up.

"You what ?

- The spirit was in your body, and you attacked me. So we chained you."

Peter laughed out and loud. Tony joined him.

"Mr Stark ?

- Yes Peter ?

- Let's promess we won't go in vacation before a long time.

- I swear."

They enjoyed eachother's heat and were just happy.

"I... I remember something else.

- What is it ?

- What you said... You said you lov...

- Hush. We will have this conversation when you'll be twenty-one.

- But ..."

Tony rolled over to top Peter. Peter blushed. Tony cuddled his cheeks. His lips approached the young man below him.

"It must stay secret for now. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded weakly.

"I'll say it again to you in a few months. You will answer then."

He nodded again.

"For now..."

Tony licked his lips. His tongue touched Peter's lips. The boy moaned.

"We'll have to settled with that..."

He joined their lips. Peter was nearly begging for his tongue to meet his. Tony kissed him deeply, with his full heart. Peter grabbed his shirt. He didn't know how he would be content with this only kiss.

Thank you for reading ! :D

Have a nice spooky time !

[starker-sorbet]

Spooky Starker Week Oct 21: Paranormal

Devil!Tony and Summoner!Peter