#Ironman Endgame

[wynnd-citrus]

Main drawing for my next comic (posting in two segments bc it’s too long for a single post)

[tonysfarts]

sometimes babygirl is a grown ass man

[mischiefmaker615]

Chef's Choice

Over the past time of having tumblr, i have collected my personal favorites- stories that i always get drawn back to when i need inspiration, something to read, and/or something to enjoy with whatever mood or situation that needs tending LOL (not in order and there are so many others i love!!)

Thought it be best to introduce you to some of the greats out there :D

“Seems like the prince of Asgard is seduced by a mortal woman”

By: @fictive-sl0th

(OMG i absolutely LOVE the doctor themed stories with Loki XD ya never know what direction it's gonna end up ;) )

A Coveted Bride

By: @magicbystarlight

(i absolutely LOVE jealous Loki, anything in the realm of dark theme and possessiveness XD we don't judge here. it's an enquired taste and darling, you cooked!!)

Duplicitous *Long Snake Moan*

By: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

(everything you write, i got to read! truth be told, we didnt ask for but we absolutely needed!!)

Pinned Down The Rite

By: @lokisgoodgirl

(come on, just by the titles alone you know it's gonna be good! everything you've written, i've fallen in love with each detail, nothing is rushed and personalities are captured beautifully! i've caught myself gasping out loud in public with some of the stuff you bring us and i absolutely love it!)

Overstimulation Welcome Him Home More Between His Thighs

By: @sarahscribbles

(had me drooling in kinktober!!! just the title alone, i hit favorite so i could read it when i got time and darling, you didn't disappoint! so many stories just draw my attention and every aspect of them is truly perfect!!! i need more!!!)

thirty seconds

By: @muddyorbsblr

(what i would give to be in the readers shoes!! omg i loved this!!! hit all the right feelings and i cant help but reread this far more than thirty times LOL)

The Chambermaid

By: @wheredafandomat

(i want Loki to step on me!!!! i wouldn't mind slave life if it meant serving him LOL gods this was perfect!! i always loved maid x Loki themed stories, keep them coming!!)

Kinktober Day 16

By: @suguru-getos

("we listen and we don't judge" *cough* i love me some CNC! seems like a very hidden kink topic so i got positively excited when i saw this mentioned in your writing and just HAD to read it Lol kinky indeed!!! truly my favorite fic of yours so far!)

Overtime Safehouse Conquer Close Quarters

By: @cleo-fox

(I'm pretty sure all of tumblr knows who you are Lol i have enjoyed EVERYTHING you've come out with; your plots, details and character embodiment, Loki is on point!! i cant even fathom where to begin on making storylines this deep with all the bells and whistles. you are truly an incredible writer!!)

"I can do….terrible things to you."

By: @oh-look-at-her

(i can't literally do anything but bow down to you and get up only when given permission LOL truly a damn good time reading your work!!)

Firestarter

By: @delaber

(who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers story Lol can't tell you how many people i've shooed while i was in the middle of reading this XD)

Frozen Stiff Happily Never After

By: @simplyholl

(tbh i struggle finding REALLY good Jotun Loki fics and absolutely fell in love with this one!!! thank you for letting me die in peace now Lol had me giddy and blushing!!)

Have Mercy

By: @mochie85

(you captured his hot and pain in the ass personality so well!!! i LOVED this went through all the emotions on this one!! kinda like an enemies to lovers story Lol why cant it be me!!!)

A Tales of Tangled Desires

By: @angelremnants

(i fell in love with the part one, not expecting for my request to be answered but i got a part two and absolutely have become obsessed!! i love your writing so much and thank you for the prayer being answered! Lol)

And The Gods Made Love

By: @thefairywithboots

(thank you for my request being answered!! anything you publish, i cant get enough of and love the pure art like pace you take to form every inch of your story!!)

Plus One

By: @societyfolklore

(EXACTLY what i needed to start the new year ;) thank you!)

Mission Accomplished

By: @asgards-princess-of-mischief

(i love the whole "there's only one bed" scenario LOL this was absolutely perfect!)

Handcuffed Together

By: @anonymousfiction211

(it's in the title LOL this had all of my emotions :D it was fun, hilarious and incredible sexy!! truly loved this!)

[girll-almightty]

the what if series would’ve been so much more interesting if there wasn’t a major plot line going on with the watcher and *sighs* captain carter.

i wish they just gave us more and more hypotheticals and nothing more.

what if rocket raccoon was antman’s sidekick?

what if wanda died instead of pietro?

what if the other 50% was blipped?

what if spiderman was team cap?

what if rhodey had a crush on pepper?

what if the avengers were a rock band?

what if stucky?

what if we never heard of peggy carter ever again?

[deathbyathousandspiders]

IN WHICH stark!reader witnesses her father’s final breath after he saves the world.

writing this specifically for @inkedeye2345 because tbh it takes a comment to realize people actually want to see second parts to the posts i make :,)

i forget that people actually enjoy my writing and i’m not making it up—

read part one here if you want!

disclaimer: heavy angst, this is the saddest thing i have written to date.

you cannot charge me for your therapy bills.

i love yall 3000 🫶🫶

thank you for supporting me :,)

✨masterlist✨.

1.1k.

The battlefield was soaked with soot and blood, overlapping and mixing with each other. Mixing between your foes and your teammates. It was an overwhelming sight to see, an overwhelming scene to be a part of. Nothing you ever anticipated witnessing, and nothing you ever wanted to witness again. 

Rages and cries and striking weaponry sang symphonies as they clashed with one another. Blistered feet and Chuck Taylor’s carried you across the rubble of the compound as fast as they could, your hammering heart drowning out the sound of the war around you as you ran for your life. Ran towards your father. 

From where you were, even as the distance shortened, it was hard to tell what was happening. Six different colors shimmered their way up Tony’s right arm, resting on each knuckle with a shine that stars themselves envied. You shielded yourself from the blinding light, only for a second. That second was long enough to know that whatever your dad was doing, it weakened him. You wanted to stop it. 

You needed to stop it. 

Perhaps forty or so feet remained between you and your dad before he snapped his fingers, and you froze. Against your will, you froze. Deep down, in the stillness of the air, in the bright light emitting from his right hand of color, you knew what was happening. You knew what he was doing. 

“Dad..” It slipped from your lips before you could stop it, before the tears could sting your eyes. You stepped, paced, walked, jogged– ran. Your feet could not carry you quick enough, far enough, soon enough. Heart plummeting, breath shallowing, you didn’t pay enough attention to hear the dying war cries, the dying battle. Your eyes remained on your father. 

He slumped where he was, half of his body, his face, turning to something resembling the soot beneath you. And still, pushing past the pain of sacrifice, the pain of the losses he didn’t have the time to count, he met your eyes. Some pained, relieved, fatherly smile spread across his face. You both shed tears at the notion. 

You both knew it would be the last grin he had in him. 

You fell to your knees to meet him, tripping on a rock and still catching your tumble with grace. Sliding straight for him, all you could manage was to outstretch your arms and wrap them around him. A sob crawled out from you, at the fact that this would be your last hug or the fact that Tony did not even have the strength to return it, you couldn’t tell. 

Violent cries shook your entire body as you held him, but you needed to force yourself out of the anguished state. Tony saved the world from sorrow bigger than your comprehension, and you couldn’t let his last few moments be filled with sadness. You couldn’t let his dying breath be used to comfort your grief. 

One deep breath was all you needed to compose yourself. You swallowed the sobs as they came up, pulling back from the hug and leaning your dad back on a rock. You felt the eyes of each of your teammates slowly find some way to the two of you, but you knew that making eye contact with any of them would break your composure. 

You needed to be strong right now. 

A sniffle, and you forced a grin to mirror his, tears slipping through the seems of the dam you failed to build. “You did it, Dad.” Another sniffle, a squeeze of his shoulder, a solid hold on his hand. His hand that was too weak to tremble, a hand that felt cold as ice in your grasp. You mustered a breath, playing off a sob like a choke of air. A cough, perhaps. “I’m so proud of you.” The words left your lips with a tremor, a break in the cracks. You weren’t going to last. And neither would he.

Your father taught you well to hide your vulnerability, to mask your struggle. “Though I wish you’d let me beat you to it.” Something sad of a laugh broke through, tripping on the hollowing coating your mouth and the lump forming in your throat. That weakened squeeze within your fingers told you that Tony was glad he had beaten you to it, beaten you to the one thing he did not want you to do. 

As much as you, too, did not want to do this, be the one to sacrifice, you would have done anything to keep him there. To keep your father alive, to keep your best friend living. Yet, you failed to do so.

Peter’s presence beside you felt like a beacon of solitude. The last space of comfort you had left. Your right temple met his left shoulder, though you did not dare tear your watering eyes from Tony’s. His slow blinks and wheezing breaths would not last more than a moment longer, and you tried to memorize the feeling of his warmth while you could. The warmth of your father. 

He grabbed Tony’s left hand, his right hand grabbing yours as tight as he could. “We won, Mister Stark.” The shaken voice Peter spoke in told you he was breaking just as much as you were at the sight of Tony so tattered. It both broke you and brought you reassurance. 

“I’ll take care of her, Tony..” Peter’s whispered words shattered every guard you bore to keep yourself composed. It tore you to pieces, and how could it not? How fucked up did you have to be to try and push away the pain of losing your father? Your shoulders shook at the weight of the despair, the unbelievable pain that could not be bandaged. “It’s okay.” You could not tell whether Peter lulled the words to you or your father, but the two words were all Tony needed to hear before he, too, tore down his guards. 

The light fled his eyes the same moment the arc reactor shut off. The moment he died.

A gasp joined the mixture of your shallow breathing, your shaken sobbing, at the weight of Tony’s hand going limp in yours. He was lifeless, dead. Gone. Your father was gone. 

You pressed a tearful kiss to his fingers one last time before laying the hand at his side, leaning forward to shut Tony’s eyes to sleep forever. The second you leaned back, Peter wrapped you in his arms, allowing you to release the feeling and trauma of enduring the scene you knew would haunt you forever. 

The cost of his life for yours was a debt you would never be able to repay. A life–for–a–life kind of payback you knew you’d always fall short of. You just hoped he was right to keep you from making the sacrifice he was destined for. 

You just hoped you would be worth it. 

[waddledeedee]

not coping well over the fact that Tony kept saying to Peter over and over that he doesn’t watch enough movies to understand all these pop culture references the kid makes

…. Only for Tony post the five year timeskip in Endgame to make NOTHING but pop culture references every five minutes.

I’m violently ill

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Tony Stark aka Iron Man

[serenastark-edits]

Two birds on a wire

tags!

ft. @serenastark-official @the-ironman @under0-0s

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @official-tasha-romanoff @imnothulk @purple-surgicalborg @strangeofficial @peterparker-thespiderman @peterparker-who @multiverse-peterbparker @official-buckybarnes @goddess-of-birds @rocketnotraccoon

@random-hufflepuff-marvel-girl @multiversal-lesbian @emma-hope-stark-official @official-morganstark @thund3randrain @mutantontheloose @loganschuchuzinho @the1-and-only-peggycarter @scarlettauthor @crazyinlovewithmarvel @clintbarton-thearrowguy @steve-rogers-1940s @nadia-stark-official

[wingitbold]

I would never forgive Joe and Anthony Russo for downplaying and trying to erase Tony's trauma due to Howard's horrible parenting. Actually, let's stop sugar coating it. He straight away abused the kid. Caused emotional neglect that turned him into an alcoholic. A young Tony was a Sucker for some affirmation or acknowledgement from his own father that he never received. And then, that Tony, apparently was so amicable with him.

That interaction between Tony and Howard's does not resolve anything. If anything, it drives me up the wall. What was the point of that meeting? That the guy cared more for him as a foetus than him as a kid and human being with feelings?

Tony deserved better. He deserved that love and care from him that a child needs from their father. Not a throw away line in a recorded tape calling him Howard's best creation (he didn't even create it, let's be honest. Maria did) and then an awkward conversation with his past self about how concerned he is regarding parenting.

AND, Tony was consoling him! They made Tony CONSOLE Howard the jerk over parenting. 😒

It boils my blood!

[haridkrish]

New Ironman art that I made for my friend :)

[nashilayladragneel]

Do you ever hate the canon so much that you only cast along the sides of it and completely submerged in the fanon?

[wynnd-citrus]

Tony survives! Anything But “Mr Stark” Pt. 2 :3

[tonysfarts]

tony's armor is nearly destroyed, he's covered in blood and very likely traumatized (he has never looked hotter)

[mischiefmaker615]

Reunion

Summary: Loki could never forget about you.. 

Rating: PG

Note: I'm not to keen on following the movies like this, but it was a fun lil dabble in the realm of "imagine" LOL 

He was gorgeous.. the eyes of you could get lost in and not once crave to be found if that be your eternity..

Although you knew there was no future between you both with your desires being met, friendship was given in abundance if that was all that could be offered.

You were his Little Calvary, a nickname you earned when you once stopped his horse from bucking him off when it got spooked by something in the woods. It was the first time you’ve met, seen each other with such a speechless reaction that your stalemate was hard to break. Grins were exchanged, conversations were shared and by the time you both reached the palace.. it was the last your friendship could be seen.

He was a royal, you were a warrior- once a palace guard, then upgraded when your skillset had improved. As much as you would have loved to spend time with him in a more.. casual setting- more so the gardens, perhaps the library or even the same table at dinner.. all you both could do was sneak a few favored glances and whisper words when at rare times, stood by on your way to battle.

Youd be banished.. perhaps punished, who knows. You weren’t allowed to court or purse the royal line.. it was forbidden, seeing how it may taint the throne’s image. He would most certainly be declined more of a chance for the throne, finding how he put his focus elsewhere than ruling. Your friendship was silenced but shared in a gaze.

The way his face lit up in recognition whenever he saw you- somehow being able to find you in a crowd or just entering the room. Your heart fluttered, longing to hold more than one minute talks or feel his hand on your knuckles the way he greeted more.. higher stature girls at festivals. You were merely stuck bowing, offering “yes” or “no your majesty.” You wondered if he longed for you the way you longed for him..

You could swear by the gods his eyes told you so…

Until one day, he was gone. Gone and the Bifrost broken. You had returned from battle Odin had sent you on with a group, continuing to protect the realm even when the king had fallen into the Odin Sleep while you were away and dare you even think it may be a chance to get to see each other properly..

It was a long excursion and by the end of it all, Asgard had to bring your group back through another way- one of Asgard’s many hidden entrances because you had received news that the Bifrost had broken. So many questions.. but what had you broken was finding out that the second prince of Asgard.. was gone.

It was one thing knowing he was gone.. it was another not knowing how or why. You spent sleepless nights, crying and longing for the moments you should have taken, the regrets that could have been erased if only you had taken the chance to speak to him or even sneak to see him.. but it was to late. By the time you had gotten your bearings in the agonizingly long weeks of trying to return things to normal on Asgard, you had decided to leave.

Midgard was the only place you could go, their people resembling the appearance of an Asgardian so it be safe to walk amongst them in secret.

Life was difficult.. you realized just how hard it was if one had been banished here. There was so much hate.. sadness, starvation and lack of empathy. You strived to fix all that, taking every opportunity you could to help, feed and assist until one day you were approached by a man in a black suit.

Coulson saw your potential, helped teach and train through his people until you fought and worked for those known as SHIELD. A team was assembled, those who held strong and inventive abilities where Director Fury’s goal was formulating into the team he hoped for.

The Avengers.

There came a time when the truth of who you really were, had to be shared. Finding how much advantage you really had as an Asgardian, you were debriefed and prepared yet no one told you about the threat you were being prepared for.. one step at a time, focus on what needed to get done now.

It took that one night where you drove yourself to the disturbance, having caught signals where Natasha was headed in the jet and decided to get some answers yourself. Germany had been your harboring spot anyway and you were lucky enough to have the fight come to you rather than have to take a jet yourself.

The taxi could have driven much faster and if you were honest with yourself, wish you could have just ‘borrowed’ the car for a much faster speed. Leaning forward from where you sat in the back, you pointed to help navigate, indicating to a building where a ton of people began running out of.

‘’there! Pull up right there!” you tell him quickly, trying to strain your eyes while a figure seemed to have some strange glow around him. the car listened, heading right towards it with no question while your eyes struggled to see more of the mysterious figure.

A flash of blue then blinded your eyes, seeing the beam heading right at you at the last minute while your body tensed ‘’shit-!” you cry out, the blast shooting the back of the car upwards before it slid along the street, the driver crying out in panic while your hands gripped the seats beside you and your seatbelt locking. By the time you realized what was happening, the car was already tipping before you both found yourselves hanging in a now, upside down car.

The jolt had you bumping everywhere, the taxi driver grunting before he went still, arms hanging down and unconscious while you winced and hung as well. ‘’shit.. shit shit shit..’’ you mumbled the adopted Midgardian slang while you had a throbbing in your head and your hand moved to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Landing wasn’t comfortable, and you carefully crawled out the window with broken glass licking at your sides while your used your forearms to army crawl out. your eyes raised, finding the figure having made his way across the street while your body nearly froze at the sight of him.

His horned helmet sat proudly upon his raven black hair. His long, green cape swayed with his movements and against the gold armor he had on every limb. A scepter was gripped in his hand, the familiar blue orb glowing in its center where you nearly felt sick at knowing what it was. You blinked, looking at the back of the figure while you remained on the ground, trying to figure out if you had merely bumped your head hard enough, or you knew exactly who was standing before you.

‘’Loki?..’’ your voice whispered, nearly choking back on the lump in your throat while tears threatened to spill form wide eyes. You didn’t think he had heard you until he surprised you by turning around.

His blue orbs landed upon you, danger piercing your own for merely a second before his eyes grew wide and his body froze. His expression was blank, watching how you slowly brought yourself up onto your knees weakly while your eyes never left his. Your lips were parted, as was his, as if words threatened to spill but neither of you made the move to speak.

Just as you had those many years ago..

‘’..Y/N..’’ he breathed, his scepter lowering to his side and his grip weak while he took a shocking step back with realization hitting.

‘’yes.. yes Loki.. it’s me..’’ you breathed, your breathing quickened while your nails dug into your palms, emotions running through you while you felt the tears continue to spill down your cheeks.

‘’but.. how?” he breathed, a small step coming towards you before his eyes flicked up to see the taxi behind you, upturned and crashed. ‘’..oh gods.. Y/N- are you- gah!” he then winced, a hand moving up to his temple while he took a step back, causing your body to tense while a hand reached out towards him.

‘’Loki- what are you-‘’

His scepter grew bright, his eyes squeezed shut while he seemed to be in some sort of pain until the brightness of the orb subsided to normal. His eyes then opened, a blank and expressionless look came to his features while he straightened and looked down at you with mild disgust. ‘’just in the position you ought to be, mortal.’’ He snapped before his head whipped around by the sound of people and screamed, his body instantly moving into action while he approached the crowd. ‘’kneel before me..’’

Your eyes were wide as he left you, watching in horror as he got the whole crowd to kneel before him with just a shout of his voice and a threat in his hand. What was he doing? How was he here? What had gotten into him- why was he so cold to you?

Those eyes… those eyes just as you had seen them before he turned his back to you.. those weren’t his.. that wasn’t the Loki you knew.. what had happened? Your eyes blinked the tears away, your breath quickening while your mind struggled to figure out what to do.

‘’glad you’re here, you okay?” a voice brought your attention back, as did the hand on your shoulder while you raised your eyes to find Steve Rogers at your side. ‘’I recognize the badge, Nat is on her way, we need to get to the injured, okay?” he told you, causing you to blink down at your arm, the SHIELD patch staring back at you while he took a step towards the scene.

‘’start with him’’ he pointed behind you before running towards Loki.

Your eyes snapped behind you, finding the taxi driver groaning while he still hung from his chair in the car. Your body tensed, bringing itself back while you carefully got to your feet and cast a glance over to where Steve jumped in front of a civilian just as Loki had blasted at him.

Your Loki…

No.. the Loki you knew wouldn’t do this.. your adrenaline fueled your movements, eyes focusing while you got yourself to turn away from the scene and towards the man that needed your help. Rogers will take care of this.. Nat is on her way, but you’d make sure they’d be taking you with them when everything is in order here. You saw it in his eyes, he recognized you.. but more so, you saw the longing for help in his eyes that spoke a thousand words within your silent friendship you both still stared.

And you’d be damned sure you would be getting your Loki back. 

Tag List: @foxherder13 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fire-in-her-veinz @nervouseden @kathren1sky-blog @eleniblue @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @queenofstarsign85 @slytherinqueen4life @soulpiercing @jaidenhawke @thatonemjaja @allbymyself17 @asgards-trickster-god

[yoooitsemmers]

ok but like imagine-

Tony leaving Peter a message to Peter like the one for Morgan and pepper at the end of endgame. And it’s about how proud of him Tony is. Tony, knowing Peter, repeats “it’s not your fault” because it’s Peter and Peter will somehow blame himself for everything. And Tony knows Peter so he knows that he’ll through himself into self destruction for the “greater good” so he tells him to take a break from spider-man. And Tony knows because Peter is so much like himself when he was younger, and that’s exactly what he’d do. He tells Peter not to loose sight of himself, to not become vengeful, because he knows what that’s like. He tells Peter that he loves him.

[irondad3000]

Me: *is watching endgame*

Tony: *literally just walks*

Me: *bursts in tears*