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[cagestark]

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

#let’s goooo

[cagestark]

Do you have any Professor Starker hc/AU ideas? Would love to hear your thoughts on it - ⚪️

Absolutely I do and I’m so glad you asked. 

Alright, *cracks knuckles* in this AU scenario I like to dream of, we’re going to say that both Peter and Tony are professors at a University. 

[ Tony is the professor whose class thinks he won’t show. They count down the minutes (”you know if he doesn’t show up within a certain amount of time, we’re allowed to leave!”) and just when they are standing to gather their things, Tony walks in, glasses on, coffee in hand, wondering why aren’t they already open to chapter sixteen?? And ‘come on, folks, we don’t have all day!’

Rumor has it that he’s always wearing tinted glasses because he’s hungover. Once a girl said she was headed back to her dorm after a night class, saw his light was on, and caught him slumped over his desk asleep. 

There used to be a Mrs. Stark, but there isn’t anymore. 

Tony has tenure, he’s one of the tops in his field, and he doesn’t care if you’re on your cellphone during class, but if you find a funny meme during his lecture you had better fucking airdrop it. Square up. ]

[Professor Parker is relatively young for a university professor. Sharing the lecture room beside Tony’s means that sometimes he gets those memes airdropped to him too. He saves them in a special folder on his phone. 

Peter has a reputation for being willing to go the extra mile to help a student pass his class. He curves the grade and his office door is always open to those who are struggling to understand the content of his lectures. He volunteers to teach the GED classes at the local community college and you can often find him spending his evenings there. 

Anytime a student asks him about a woman in his life he just flushes and changes the subject. Rumor has it that he’s gay, because why else would a handsome thirty-something-year-old successful uni professor be SINGLE?

He uses way too many pop culture puns to help his students understand the material, and whenever a student doesn’t get the reference, he groans dramatically and spends the rest of the class sulking and lamenting ‘today’s youth’.]

[TOGETHER? Well, they make quite a couple. 

It probably starts with coffee, the lifeblood of anyone who spends six days a week on campus. Peter brings Tony coffee (”Your office is right beside mine, it’s no trouble, honest”) and then Tony returns the favor because he hates feeling indebted to anyone. They start to notice each other’s wild schedules and the way they both overwork and push themselves to their limits differently.

Personally, I like to think their students helped them get together, but I could write a whole book on that.

Shittalking about students is a must. “Thompson’s failing your class? I’m not surprised. I am surprised that he managed to make it into an accredited university at all--” “Tony! That’s mean!” and “I’ve heard that MJ and Shuri have been on a few dates, so I’ve been trying to come up with a group project I can pair them up for. Any ideas?” “What, do you want to be the best man at their wedding too? Let it happen organically, Pete, life isn’t a 60k AU Obi-kin fic. Besides, those two together would be downright dangerous--” 

After they finally start seeing each other, there are so many ‘dates’ spent eating take out and grading papers quietly beside each other, snorting and showing the other person the latest horrible answer a student has conjured from their ass.

One day a student comes to class absolutely ashy and swears that when he passed Professor Stark’s office yesterday evening, he heard him roleplaying professor/student with Professor Parker, and everyone EXPLODES because YES it’s happening!! Stay calm everyone! ]

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Idk what this was, but I hoped it answered even a tiny bit of what you wanted from me. I’m a rambling girl today. 

#more asks like this would be very welcome 🖤

[cagestark]

heating goes out in stark tower so peter and tony have to huddle for warmth together with angst and fluff due to the fact peter cant thermoregulate please

Sorry it’s not a fic fic. SFW!

x

Peter says he’s the one with bad luck, but Tony’s luck is infamous. The backup power system is due for regularly scheduled updates between 2AM to 3AM. Despite checking for weather patterns that evening, a late-night thunderstorm takes a southern turn at the last moment. Lightning strikes the tower, and the power goes out.

The main doors won’t even open, nor the ones to the lower parking garage. It’s his own fault for creating a security system that would shut the Tower up tighter than a Venus fly trap at the first sight of tampering, even if that tampering came from Mother Nature herself.

Tony goes to fix it because who else could? Systems are fried, and even after hours of effort, he’s barely made progress. He’s going to have to go out on the roof to assess the damage more closely. 45 degrees is warm for fall in New York, but 1100 feet in the air, the wind whips the collar of his jacket and stings his eyes—and the pouring rain doesn’t help.

He’s soaked to the bone when Peter finds him. Tony barely recognizes him beneath a comical amount of clothing layers. He looks ready for an Arctic expedition. At the sight of the kid (who is spending the break between college semesters at the Tower), Tony is relieved at first—an extra set of hands would be perfect. But one glance at the panicked brown eyes peeking out above a wool scarf tells Tony that something is very wrong.

“I’ve never told you this or anyone this because there’s never really been a need, I mean, the suit has built in heaters and anytime I’m too cold I just go inside or wrap up in one of those blankets MJ is always getting me for Christmas, but—“ “I appreciate the context but give me the abridged version, Pete, I kind of have a situation I’m trying to deal with.” “That’s just it, Mr. Stark.”

Who could have expected Tony to know that the only thermoregulation spiders are capable of is behavioral? Peter could bask in the sun—if it were out. He is already sheltering—but his shelter is growing colder by the minute.

“Blankets worked okay at first,” Peter says, watching Tony pace brainstorm in the penthouse. “But the sun has been down for hours and I’m so cold, Mr. Stark. I tried running, jumping jacks, but I’m not able to generate enough heat, and—look.” Peter holds up his hands and the fingers are white and bloodless.

Instinct makes him reach out and take Peter’s frigid hand between his own. Even though he feels cold too, he is blistering in comparison. Peter groans at the warmth, a pleasured sound that makes Tony’s stomach flip.

He lets go, reluctantly.

They spend the next twenty minutes brainstorming to no avail.

“We could start a fire? I see your expression, but it would be a very controlled fire. Surely I’m capable of—alright, you’re right. Fuck, kid. Maybe we need to just evacuate you. We can’t go out the front door, but you swing us somewhere warmer.”

“‘Kay,” Peter slurs from beneath the blankets where he has been silent for the last five minutes. He’s no longer shivering. “I’m g’na be late for school, though.”

Tony knows hypothermia when he sees it. If Peter’s cognitive functions are being affected, then his decreasing temperature is becoming dangerous.

Tony begins to peel off his wet clothes, hands shaking. It’s the cold he tells himself, not fear. Not terror that he could be watching Peter’s life slip away before his very eyes.

“I hope you can forgive me, kid, but we’re about to get closer than you—well, than you probably ever wanted to. You can hate me in the morning, at least you’ll still be alive.”

He scoops the kid up—Jesus he’s heavy, probably from being solid muscle—and takes him into the bathroom. The smaller the room, the easier it will be to keep warm. He fills the claw-footed tub with blankets and saves Peter for last.

The kid is too out of it to even acknowledge being unwrapped like the world’s most convoluted Christmas present. Tony leaves the kid’s boxers on, feeling like enough of a creep as it is.

Into the tub they go, Peter plastered against him back-to-front. Tony drags more blankets hastily pulled from his bed over them, tugs the kid’s hat down lower over his ears, and just holds him.

He ducks his head against the crook of Peter’s neck and just breathes, warm breath fanning over his skin.

Maybe he prays, though he’s maybe prayed a lot in his life, and he hasn’t seen much proof that anyone is listening.

When at last Peter’s entire body begins to shiver again, the relief Tony feels makes tears sting at his eyes. Beneath the blankets, he runs his hands up and down the kid’s arms, working to generate more friction. Eventually, the young man in his arms stirs.

“Wh’re are we?” Peter mutters at length, nearly causing Tony to jump out of his skin.

Tony laughs a sigh. Peter shivers harder for a moment, and maybe that isn’t all from the cold. “Bathroom. Enclosed space would help trap our body heat in. My body heat, I guess.”

Peter hums. “You’re so hot, Mr. Stark.” A moment of silence, then: “Oh my god, you’re warm. Warm. Not that you, I mean, you look great. Uh, Mr. Stark, are you naked?”

Tony blinks. “Body heat, best way to warm you up without burning down the tower.”

Peter clears his throat. His cool fingers wrap around Tony’s arm, pulling his embrace tighter. “I—guess we should stay like this then. Until sunrise, at least.”

“Probably. To be safe.”

“You know me, I’m all about safety, Mr. Stark.”

“Kid, for the love of god, call me Tony.”

#starker #sfw #cuddling for warmth #cagewrites #drabble ish

[cagestark]

I’m absolutely thirsty to write a long plotty fic but we all know I can’t be trusted with it 😩 lord I wonder will I ever change my ways

#cage gets cringey #believe it or not I once wrote a very very long fiction piece #like 150k #but now I worry I’ll begin and never finish #RIP to my fem!toni/bucky multichap fic that sim and I still chat about sometimes 🙏🏻

[cagestark]

Hi Cage! Can you help me to find a story? I remember it had only 2 chapters. Starker Omegaverse, Tony is an omega but he makes everybody believe he's an Alpha. Peter is an Alpha as well, and suddenly Tony has a heat and tells Friday to lock himself and nobody else can be in or out. But Peter is stuck with him and eventually discovers Tony's truth. I remember this story hadn't smut at the end, but I did love how the author portrays their relationship and their Omegaverse world. Have you read it before?

It sounds like this one here. Let me know!

#cageanon

[cagestark]

Hi Cage!

Sending you and your family well wishes!

You’re my only hope because I am literally going insane. I read, years ago now, a Harley Keener/Peter Parker post-Endgame fic where Tony had set it up so they moved into the same apartment complex and both had access to Karen as their AI. They would sometimes babysit Morgan, and hadn’t fully gotten together yet. Harley was faceblind and didn’t realize that the kid he saw up in a tree during Tony’s funeral was Spider-Man, who sometimes hangs out on the roof of Harley’s building having mental breakdowns. Lots of grief and mourning and awesome Stark family feels. Tony is definitely dead.

I don’t know who else to turn to to ask if anyone at all remembers this fic and can help me find it. At the time that I stopped reading it, it hadn’t been updated in a while and had roughly 12-19 chapters posted. It was on ao3 but the filters are not helping me find it.

Please, please if you can share this and help me find this fic, I will be so grateful. I know it’s not your usual ship, but I stopped following the MCU fandom when it just got too toxic in places.

Thank you!

Thank you!!

I did some looking myself, but unfortunately without any knowledge about the ship, I didn’t have any luck :( I will post this though and put it in the tag and hope someone can help you 🙏🏻

#keenker #cageanon

[cagestark]

Tony, horny and breathless: what? Why would we bet that? We have a dishwasher, Pete

Peter, who has waited mid-handjob to spring the idea on Tony: you know it doesn’t get the residue off the ceramic dishes though. And the crystal glasses can’t go in the dishwasher at all. Not to mention the cast iron—

Tony: can we talk about this another time?

Peter: sure but if you try to talk about it after I say go, you’ll be doing the dishes

Starker : As an Everyday Couple

Tony and Peter would be the kind of couple to make silly bets: as they fuck, the first one to make a sound has to do the dishes.

#sorry I just had a thought lmao #that’s my one thought for the day too

[cagestark]

I need to continue this, holy shit it’s my jam

Oh my God, I just read your little starker soulmate drabble 🤩 and it was beautiful and perfect and may I please have more? 🥺

The drabble in question is here. Thanks for requesting this, I enjoyed it <3

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They meet at a deli in Queens, she with her hair down and round-rim glasses framing her face and he with a hat pulled low over his brow wearing a hoodie he’d hastily thrown on when he realized the glow in his chest was visible through his t-shirt. 

Everything still aches: the metal inside of him, the bruises in various states of healing, his arm which he has taken out of its sling far too soon. Beneath all of it is a thrum of excitement. Peter. He’s going to hear about Peter. The usual guilt has no place to settle, not with the metal canister taking up so much room in his chest. Good fucking riddance, too. Tony can feel guilty tomorrow and every day after. 

“It’s good to see you,” May says warmly. Richard and Mary never warmed up to Tony - not that he ever expected them to - but May has softened in time until they can regard each other with civility at worst and occasional warmth at best. Her eyes roam over his face, the cuts and bruises just beginning to fade. The bags under his eyes from so many sleepless nights spent in the workshop. 

He turns back to the counter to take a large bite out of his sandwich. Around a mouthful of rye, he says, “Hey, it’s great to be seen. I hear from Rhodey that I owe you a hand in my late-though-appreciated rescue.” 

“They kept saying on the news that they were going to quit searching for you any day,” May admits, frowning. She picks up her own sandwich but just holds it in a delicate grip. “I wasn’t sure what to do. I mean, I knew you weren’t dead. I knew. But I didn’t know if I should tell anyone how I knew. But I contacted Miss Potts and she led me to Rhodey. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to.” 

“If you hadn’t,” Tony admits around the lump in his throat, “Then I might have turned into sun-dried jerky out in the desert. Thank you.” 

“I did it for Peter mostly. I couldn’t take watching him anymore, coming into his room in the night to see if he was still breathing, wondering if every phone call would be from his school saying that he’d collapsed in class.” 

The physiological stress put on a person when their soulmate died could kill grown adults. Tony couldn’t remember a person under the age of 13 who’d ever survived the gruesome after-effects. He knows - he’s looked. How many nights had been spent listening to the sound of Yinsen’s sleeping breaths, thinking of the young boy in Queens, thinking of how Tony held his fragile, short life in his own scarred and shaking hands? 

“How is he?” Tony asks, desperate to change the subject and ease the pounding of his heart. “Kicking ass in grade school?” 

May snorts. “Finishing fights on the playground. He defends the other kids when they’re being bullied. He’s got a great heart. Big as his brain. It’s not going to be long before he figures it out, Tony. I think he already suspects. I’m not meant to be an actress, and he saw and felt the fear in me when you were captured. We watched your press conference together, you know.” 

“Oh, yeah? What did he think?” 

“He said that you looked tired and scared.” 

Tony touches his nose with a finger that smells like mayonnaise and tomato. 

“What’s next? You’re different, I can see it - I don’t blame you, but I’m frightened. What does this mean for Peter?” 

“Nothing will change for Peter. No contact between us. Tell him the story Mary and Richard and I came up with. Be as consistent as possible. I can put more money into his fund, as much money as you need to make sure he has everything he could want.” 

“We don’t need more money,” says May. She puts a hand on his arm, maternal in a way that makes Tony miss his own mother keenly. Thank God Peter has her, he thinks to himself. He’s lost so much, but he has her. “I need to know that he’ll be safe.” 

And that’s the question isn’t it? Tony feels the instinct to tell the truth rise up in him like acid reflux. How can he guarantee that he won’t be killed in action acting as a superhero vigilante? Already he feels the itch under his skin, the desperate need to be back in the lab and enhancing the suit. Making it stronger. Safer. 

“I will do everything in my power to keep Peter safe. I’d die for him.” 

“I know you would,” May says. “But he needs you to live. Are you ready to do that?”

Heart in his throat, Tony admits (even if just to himself) that he isn’t sure. 

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[cagestark]

-robot boy-

The decision doesn’t come as easily as any of his previous team members might think. The mistake that was Ultron is still fresh in his mind (along with all his other failures, so, so many failures, collecting over him like dust he can’t shake away, dust in his hands, slipping through his fingers). But Tony does some of his best work out of desperation - time spent in a cave in the Middle East taught him that - and he can’t help but think that the universe is encouraging him in its fathomless, apathetic way. All the pieces come together.

With Helen gone, the Cradle gathers dust, begging to be used.

There are DNA samples in Bruce’s lab marked P. Parker from Bruce’s curiosity about the kid’s genetically modified blood.

FRIDAY has enough documentation of Peter to assimilate his personality, his notable memories, everything from the way he walks to the way he laughs.

Tony decides he has nothing to lose. Everything has already been lost, hasn’t it? Lost in space, dissolving in his desperate grip. And if it doesn’t work, then no one needs to know (he has no plans to tell anyone as it is, not when he knows how grief stricken he is, how insane the idea is, knows that word might get around to the wrong people).

Watching the Cradle work, eyeing the screen as it replicates stem cells, strings together molecules, prints tissues, he knows that he isn’t creating another Ultron. This is Peter Parker. His purpose will not be peace. It will be… happiness.

Any other motive Tony has beyond that, he buries deep.

When the Cradle finally opens, there is no dramatic moment of pause: two thin hands reach out to grab the edges and hoist himself up from its depths like a coffin in reverse, and it’s Peter. It’s Peter. It looks exactly like him, hair shorter than the last time Tony had seen him, but otherwise identical, and when he spots Tony, the kid lights up like it’s Christmas.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter cries. With one lithe movement, he slips from the Cradle. He’s completely naked. Tony gets one brief glimpse (a searing, permanent image) of the line of the kid’s abs, his narrow hips, his cock soft between his legs before he turns away. When Peter speaks, Tony can hear the frazzled embarrassment in his tone, “Oh, sorry. Is my bag still here? The one with the extra set of clothes?”

It is. Because Tony hasn’t had the heart to touch it, to move a single thing that Peter had touched down in the lab, lest it drive away his memory. As if that’s possible.

“God,” Peter breathes while he dresses. “I can’t believe you created me. This is, like, the greatest scientific achievement of our time, Mr. Stark. I’m flesh and blood, right? 100%?”

Tony clears his throat. Even if it’s a little jarring to discuss so blatantly, giving Peter self-awareness was absolutely the right move. This isn’t a replacement for the kid he lost, and he doesn’t want it to be. He just, just wants - “Yeah, Pete. You’re real.”

Then thin arms are slipping around his waist, Peter’s face pressed into the hollow between Tony’s shoulder blades while he presses them flush together. The wound that Tony carries, the skin of his soul split wide open - it heals a fraction. Blood clots. A scab forms. He thinks that maybe this can be enough, until he figures out a way to bring everyone back. To bring Peter back.

“It’s okay to cry, Mr. Stark,” Peter says.

Tony figures that’s as close to permission as he’ll ever get.

[cagestark]

A note that Defender was updated, and I will post it here when my computer is available so that I can fix the formatting 🖤

#cage gets cringey

[cagestark]

Mermaid anon here - your synopsis ala Little Mermaid sounds good to me! 👍🏼

Fabulous! I’ve been working on it, slow but steady xoxo

#mermaid anon #cageanon

[cagestark]

I’d feel really bad for sending a prompt when I can’t donate atm so I just wanna tell you that I enjoy everything you’ve written. You’re a really amazing writer and I’m really happy to see you back on my dash ❤️ I hope your life is going great and I always wish you only the best ❤️

Please send all the prompts you want! No donation necessary. I’m cherry-picking the prompts that appeal to me most right now, so the worst that could happen is that it gathers dust in my inbox for a while. And prompts just create visibility which might lead to donations.

Thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words 🖤

#cageanon #so sweet

[cagestark]

I’m drunk so im sending people nice asks, so you good, you write good, and I genuinely think you’re great - 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

I wanna print this out and tape it up on my wall 💚 thank you handsome, I hope you didn’t get hungover!

#💚 anon #💚💚💚💚💖💖💖💚 #king J #cageanon

[cagestark]

I wish you only the best for you birthday!!! I hope you’re having a very happy birthday with lots of surprises and fun activities 💖

Thank you so much, love 🥹 you always know how to make a gal feel seen. 🖤

#cageanon #ily

[cagestark]

are you still working on "a hole in the head?" It's totally alright if not, I understand real life comes first. I was just wondering if I should await an update or not!

Yes! Still working on this one, pinky promise. :) glad you like it, and I’m sorry if I’m even slower to update than what you could possibly imagine haha

#cageanon #marvelllthingsss

[cagestark]

Fuck. I wrote that

Prompt #46

Peter Park is sweet. He helps little old ladies cross the street. He rescues cats from trees. He has those big, brown eyes that say “I’m an angel”. And Tony Stark is the only one that sees through it.

[cagestark]

Little Mermaid AU??? Mermaid anon let me know if this sounds better: 

During a test flight over the Lower Bay, Tony Stark plummets from the sky and suffers a near fatal drowning. Fully recovered, he dedicates himself to philanthropy work with Saint Peter’s Hospital and Trauma Center which saved his like. While visiting patients there, he meets ‘Peter,’ a strange young man recovering from tonsilitis who can’t speak or make a sound. 

Tony can’t help but find him...familiar. 

Peter’s strange habits, unflappable optimism, and unabashed confidence have Tony completely charmed. But he has no idea the magnitude of the secret hiding within the younger man, nor the fact that time is running out for Peter to make his impression or return to where he came from. 

I’m thinking this would feature Ursula!Loki who is more trickster than villain... And happy ending would be guaranteed. Come back and let me know if this sounds more to your interests. xx

For what it’s worth, I’m the anon who requested a mermaid fic for MerMay (or at least one of them because I don’t know how many mermaid prompts you got), and I just want a happy starker ending 🥺

Me, feverishly pressing backspace over the darkest, I happiest fic I’ve ever started writing: anon, I cannot tell you how glad I am that you came and specified this 😬

You’ll get that mermaid fic and it WILL have starker driving (swimming??) off into the sunset, so help me god lmao 💖

#starker #little mermaid au #the other mermaid fic would be done too #i'm in too deep with that one to let it go lol #but this one is much less traumatizing #cagewrites