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renaissance in the 21st century

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Irondad fic ideas #130

You know that trope where SI employees call Peter "Stark Jr."?

Fic where Tony learns about this and loves it. One night, at one of their weekly Ironfam dinners, he gleefully brags about it in front of May

In retaliation, May says to Tony, "Okay, Parker Sr."

No angst miscommunications, just hilarity. Everyone knows this is about the honor of being included in each other's families

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Still collecting the full alphabet of the “live, laugh, love” variants if anyone has some good examples.

Bonus if they can fit the “We can’t ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.”

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Still collecting the full alphabet of the “live, laugh, love” variants if anyone has some good examples.

Bonus if they can fit the “We can’t ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.”

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Tairn is a thousand years old grumpy man playing match making because he can. What an unbother icon 😭🤣👏🏼

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Upon reflection I've just realised that Xaden probably mind spoke to Sgaeyl as soon as he saw Violet at the parapet so she came to check her out then probably planned everything else with Tairn and Andarna and I love that for them.

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“I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.”

-Xaden Fucking Riorson

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can't get over the fact that Tairn had her for twenty minutes and he already loved Violet so much he caught her every innumerable time she fell off his back

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Violet: Rhiannon, Ridoc and I are working on a project. You need to play my mom

Xaden: I don't want to be your mother

Violet: perfect, you already know your lines

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Xaden: “Listen up you little shits!”

Xaden: “Not you Violet. You’re an angel, and we’re thrilled you could join us.”

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Rhys: “So let’s see if I’ve got this; you have immense shadow power, incredible combat skills, height, tattoos, secrets, dead parents, a thirst for vengeance, the weight of the world on your shoulders, a rebellion to lead, and a dragon?”

Xaden: “Yeah? I mean, there’s also my girlfriend who I’m completely in love with and 107 people under my protection but-”

Rhys: *frantically flipping through papers* “this is the hyper-intelligent girlfriend with unprecedented lightning powers? The one you speak to with your mind and call a nickname permanently?”

Xaden: “I do only have the one girlfriend. Kinda offended you’d think otherwise.”

Rhys: *signs a paper* “Adopted. The rebellion thing is handled. Me and your aunts and uncles have got this. Your new mom is going to need some time to add you and your mate to the family portrait gallery. Your bedroom is upstairs, knives are in the training ring, family dinner is every Thursday, your allowance is infinity and your curfew is never.”

Xaden: “I am…. Older than your wife?”

Rhys: “Did I fucking stutter?”

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Fourth Wing Spoiler!!

“Stay with the Wingleader,” was so “Stay with the High Lord” coded

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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Peter, to Ned while lying face down on the bed, regretting everything: And then I called him dad.

Tony, to Rodhey while trying not to cry: aND THEN HE CALLED ME DAD!

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Tony : Hey kid, I bought Netflix since you've been talking about it lately.

Peter : Oh, thank you Mr. Stark! I'm glad I don't have to share accounts with Ned anymore now.

Tony :

Tony : You wanted an account?

Peter : Yeah, what did you get me?

Tony :

Tony : I bought you Netflix

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Tony: Hey Peter, what's up?

Peter: I'm sitting in a pool of blood

Tony: Is it.… your blood?

Peter: Yeah, I think so

Tony: Do you know where it's coming from!

Peter: Probably the stab wound

Tony: YOU'VE BEEN STABBED!

Peter: Oh, yeah, definitely.

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*Natasha arrives late to a team meeting*

Natasha: sorry I was otherwise occupied with a little b and e.

Peter: You went to a bed and breakfast without me?

Natasha: No, b and e - breaking and entering.

Peter, increasingly distraught: WITHOUT ME?