#starker: soulmates au

[muse-of-gods]

Peter has had the same song stuck in his head ever since he could think. It is supposed to be a melody that is connected to your soulmate, but he has never heard anybody sing or hum the song. That is until his class makes a field trip to the opera to watch a concert of soloists playing on different instruments.

As the concert starts, a man walks out on stage, a handsome one from what Peter can see. The man sits down and starts playing, and Peter is frozen in his seat because it's the same melody that he has sang in his mind every day of his life.

For @starkerfestivals AUpril: Soulmate AU - Bingo Card below

#starker #starker moodboard #tony stark x peter parker #sfaupril24 #starkerfestivalsevents #soulmates au #myedits

[starker-sorbet]

Tony never really paid attention to the red string attached to his hand. Sure he knew intellectually it was meant to lead to his soulmate but if he was honest with himself Tony wasn't sure how much he believed that to be true. And so he just didn't think about it. That was until one day while walking around the R and D department he was taken to be introduced to his companies latest employee. An absolute genius if the supervisor was right. Now if Tony had paid attention to his soulmate string he would have noticed that he was being led in the direction it went off in and was becoming noticeably more tangible the closer he got. But he didn't. Tony only noticed when he went to shake the younger man's hand and saw his red sting was in fact also attached to the red string on the others hand too. Looking at the younger man his soulmate all he could do was smirk and feel extraordinarily pleased with who fate had lead him to.

'Well, Peter was it, looks like your time at Stark Industries is going to be a lot more exciting than you thought and I for one look forward to it.'

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : N2 - Soulmate au bingo card below

#tstarksbingospectacular #starker #peter parker is over 18 here #soulmate au #moodboard #my moodboard

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but maybe this has been done before but

I want a soul mate au where on your birthday you stand infront of a mirror and you see the reflection of your soul mate and maybe a clue to help you find them. It only happens on your birthday after a certain age ( 18?)

Options:

Steve - after waking up from the ice thinks Bucky is gone so he doesn't really think he is gonna see anything as he is fixing his hair to get ready but then he sees the Winter Soldier with a Hydra symbol.

Tony - getting ready with his tailor with Happy and Pepper chatting away at him and goes to look at his reflection. Sees Peter putting on his Spiderman suit.

Tony - maybe he grew up every now and then seeing the same person, but he doesn't always see them. He thinks his soul mate might be a mutant cause they haven't really aged. And maybe that's why he has a soft spot for Peter cause he feels a need to protect this "mutant" or enhanced individual. It isn't until the airport that he realizes it's Bucky being reflected.

Steve - it was a random day several years after the snap that he sees for once the reflection of someone. And he has seen that face before as one of the missing. He storms back into the Avengers compound or to Tony at the cabin to dig through the archives. Tony yelled at him if he was crazy before the picture of one Peter Parker showed up. Steve is having a breakdown and triggers Tony.

Bucky- he was out on a mission for Hydra when he saw a reflection ( or maybe he saw in his holding cell before cryo). The Winter Soldier is intrigued. He knows this means he has a soul mate. But how could that be? Hydra said he didn't have one/they were dead. But he knows that's the skyline of Queens. Now, he is on a hunt for his soulmate. Even if that means he has to go to Captain America himself to track him down. Of course, Spiderman confronts the pair as they are stalking through Queens.

#writing prompt #soulmate au #winterspider #spidershield #starker #shieldspider #stucky #ironwinter #winteriron #peter parker x bucky barnes #tony stark x peter parker #starker prompt #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker x steve rogers #tony x bucky #steve x bucky #wintershield #shieldwinter #winterspiderpurrs

[monster-cock69]

soulmate au where you have the last words your soulmate says to you and Tony has two

Mr. Stark? I don't feel so good is his first

Oh, this is nice is his second

he only realized that Peter was both right before he snapped his fingers

#starker #sad starker #whoops #soulmate au #prompt #someone please write this #marvel #avengers #peter parker #tony stark

[jordanparker]

the tags: SOULMATES!! THEY'RE SOULMATES!! FFS ITS AN AU WHERE THEYRE SOULMATES

me the moment its revealed they're soulmates: oh ma h god theyre sOuLMaTES!!11!!!1!!!!!

#jordan talks shit #shitpost #random #soulmate au #starker #spideypool #winterspider #spidershield #becus im currently having a fixation on soulmates :DD

[suspicious-owl-mcu]

Inspired by the work of @authoressofdarkness and @vaguekiwi

Brushstrokes and Bloodstains

🔥You. Need. Read. This🔥

P.S. Russian translation is also available💜

#starker #ironspider #tony stark #peter parker #mafia boss tony #mafia au #soulmate au #artist peter #moodboard #fanfic

[graceful-starker]

Unlovable

Warnings: Soulmate AU, self-loathing, angst.

Peter stares at the small mark on his wrist, taunting him. The tiniest little mark, just the barest hint of hot-shot red where his soulmate first touched him. 

It used to bring him so much happiness. Even though it’s small, even though it’s barley the shape of his soulmate’s fingertip. Tony hadn’t meant to leave a soul mark, of course. No one ever means to leave a soul mark. 

Peter remembers when it happened like it was yesterday. He had been running through the tower like a chicken with his head cut off, bouncing with excitement. All he had wanted was to show his mentor a breakthrough he had made about his web formula. Mr. Stark had seen him first, and reached out in a friendly way, not actually meaning to make contact with Peter’s wrist. “Where’s the fire?” he had joked. 

Neither of them had noticed at first. Peter had just grabbed Tony’s wrist fully, smiling brightly with wide eyes. “I did it!” he had exclaimed. And he had pulled his hand away, digging into his backpack. “I did it, I figured it out, it just came to me all at once! Here it-” 

Peter had tensed as the feeling sunk in. The feeling of wrong, his spidey-sense. A chill had worked its way up his spine, and had he turned to look at Mr. Stark nervously. He had looked around them, looking for the danger that wasn’t there. It wasn’t until he had looked back at his mentor, sure something was wrong with the older man when he had noticed. “Oh!” Peter had breathed. 

Tony had been staring at his wrist. Because in a bright red, the same color as Peter’s suit, were Peter’s fingers. The shape of them, anyway. As if a bruise from Peter holding on too tightly--but Peter would never underestimate himself.  

Peter had blinked in awe, at first. Then he had checked his own wrist and--sure enough, the tiniest little fingerprint. The first mark of Tony initiating skin on skin contact. 

“You’re my soulmate,” Peter had said when he had finally connected the dots. A giant grin had split across Peter’s face, as the boy was unable to contain his excitement. 

That had shakes Tony out of his momentary shut down. Tony had looked up at Peter and grinned back, looking at Peter as if he had never really seen him before. As if Peter was the only person he had ever wanted to look at. “I was beginning to think I didn’t get one,” Tony had choked out. 

The two had always felt something between them, before that. But neither had acted on it, because of the way their relationship started. But if the Universe destined them to be together...

They had crushed each other in a hug after that, Peter sniffling slightly, as they both took in the miracle that occurred before their very eyes. Everybody always says finding your soulmate is like finally being alive, like seeing the sun for the first time after living in darkness, like coming up for air when you didn’t realize you were drowning. 

They were right. 

And for the first few months, it felt like bliss. Being with his soulmate, loving him with his whole heart, giving everything he could to Tony...and knowing Tony felt the same exact way; it was bliss. 

Ignorance is bliss. 

Now, Peter stares at the taunting red mark on his wrist, accusing it. The Universe got it wrong. It must have. That’s the only explanation. It has to be. 

Because if that isn’t the explanation, then that makes Peter truly, completely, and forever unlovable. 

It started off slowly. One day, Tony stopped greeting Peter at the door after he got home from college. No big deal, right? Then it was Tony stopped eating dinner with Peter, staying in the lab instead. Okay, that’s fine, Tony’s a busy man. But then Peter went days without seeing his soulmate. Tony would wake up before Peter and come to bed after him. 

Which is totally fine. Because they’re both busy. Peter has classes and Tony has work. It’s fine. 

But then Peter had summer break. A solid two month period where he could spend all the time he wanted with Tony in the lab. So he did. 

And it got worse. 

It again started slowly. Just an occasional “Hey, quiet for just a sec, I need to concentrate.” Nothing worrying. 

But then it escalated to “Peter I’m working, don’t you have something better to do?” Which hurt, but wasn’t that bad. Peter just found something else to do. 

The straw that finally broke the camels back, the hint that finally slapped Peter in the face, came halfway through the summer. Peter had been babbling, talking excitedly about his patrols last night, when Tony had cut Peter off with a loud, annoyed sigh. “God kid, I didn't ask to hear about this!”

Peter’s jaw had clicked shut, and he had held his breath. It was stupid, Peter had thought back then, to get upset over that. So what if Tony didn't want to listen to Peter talk? Peter talks all the time, it must get annoying. 

Peter had barley managed to choke out a “sorry,” before he had to look down so Tony wouldn’t see him struggle to fight back tears. The room was tense, and Peter did his best to breathe as quietly and as slowly as he could. He pulled out some random papers from his work pack and pretended to read them, pretended his feelings weren’t hurt. Tony finally just sighed again, and silently went back to work.

Peter had waited for what he felt like was the correct amount of time to not consider his exit ‘running away,’ before quietly telling Tony he was tired and went upstairs. 

And Peter had cried himself to sleep that first night. He couldn’t put his finger on it, on what felt so wrong to him. Not that night. 

But once he knew it was there, Peter started looking for it. And he didn’t have to look very hard. 

Peter would start to tell Tony something, and Tony’s shoulders slumped when he realized it wasn’t a short story. He would start to fidget, start to get restless. Until finally, the familiar phrases surfaced. “Peter, are you almost done?” or “I gotta get going baby, wrap it up for me?” or the worst, he would cut Peter off mid-sentence and say “that’s great honey,” or something. 

It was obvious, once he put together the signs. So obvious, that it made Peter feel stupid. 

Tony finds Peter annoying. 

Before Peter moved into Tony’s room, he was only here on weekends. He had no reason to stay the night, no reason to have a room at all here. Tony was just a mentor, back then. Back then, he had probably thought Peter’s ramblings where cute. He had probably gotten all smitten over the way Peter Ould get so excited, bouncing like a little kid. He had probably felt warmth in his chest whenever Peter greeted Tony like Tony had just come back from war. 

But now that he has to live with it, has to constantly be exposed to it...he realized Peter is annoying. 

Peter knew he was annoying. He was an annoying child, May had always told him that with a fond smirk and a hug. He was an annoying friend, something he found out when his friends slowly started to distance themselves until Peter realized they weren’t responding on purpose anymore. He was an annoying classmate, based on his peers’ annoyed side eyes whenever Peter knew the answer. He was an annoying student, always asking for clarification and feedback. He was an annoying person. 

But he thought, really believed, deep in his heart he believed...the Universe would give him a soulmate who didn't find him annoying. He thought the Universe would give him a soulmate who would love him because of his quirks, not in spite of them. Fuck that. He thought the Universe would give him a soulmate that loved him at all. 

But Peter could work with that, he had thought stupidly. No matter how much it hurt that Tony didn’t love him the way he was, he knew he could change. Because he adored Tony. Because he loved Tony enough to counteract Tony’s lack. Because despite how much Tony drinks, or how annoyed he gets, or how often he works; Peter loves him with every fiber of his being. 

And the Universe chose Tony for Peter. The Universe decided this is the love Peter deserves. So he has to work with it. 

So, Peter had adapted. Every time he wanted to talk to Tony, he forced himself to pause, to remember the impatient look on Tony’s face that was sure to follow. Instead, he just went into Tony’s lab and silently worked beside him. 

He had thought it was working, at first. 

But then, after a couple weeks of this, Tony found something else to get annoyed about. “Why do you have to leave your shit everywhere? You’re driving me crazy, hon.”

Peter had looked up confused, at first. He never left anything in Tony’s lab, knowing that there was a not insignificant chance Tony might accidentally start a fire or blow something up around his stuff. “Huh?”

Tony had rolled his eyes, and Peter didn’t understand how such an insignificant action could hurt so much. “Your suit is always on the floor, your books and laptop are scattered everywhere around the penthouse, you always leave dishes in the sink--I could go on!” He had said. 

“Oh,” Peter had whispered. “I didn’t realize a mess bothered you,” he had said, looking pointedly around the lab. 

Tony had gotten a bit angry at that comment. “What I do in my space is my business. But you make messes in our spaces, that we share,” he had explained. 

Peter had swallowed thickly, adding another reason Tony doesn’t love him as much as he loves Tony to the list. “Okay,” Peter had whispered He had cleared his throat, looking at the floor. Eye contact feels impossible when someone is scolding him. “I’ll go clean up.”

Then Tony had huffed, slamming his wrench down on the lab table. Peter had frozen, half turned away from the lab to go to the door. “You always do that!” Tony had complained. “I give you a valid reason why something you do stresses me out, and you act like I hit you.”

Peter had felt like he would rather be hit. His body is mutated to handle hits. Hits that come at him way harder than Tony can manage without his own suit on. This is different; he doesn’t know how to handle this kind of pain. “I’m not scared of you,” Peter had tried to explain. “I just don’t like it when you’re upset with me, that’s all.”

Tony had huffed again, grabbing a drink and looking down it. “Whatever, just stop looking like that.”

Peter had simply nodded and rushed up the stairs. He had cleaned the entire apartment until there was nothing left while tears streamed down his face and he silently sobbed his way around the rooms. The penthouse looked damn near un-lived in by the time he was done. 

Don’t be annoying. Don’t talk to him. Don’t make a mess. Don’t get upset at anything he does. Don’t look down. 

His list of things to do was getting longer and longer. 

And everything just kept getting worse and worse. 

“Baby, what are you watching? Turn that off, I wanted to read in here.”

“Honey, I don’t care about that stuff. You can’t expect me to care.”

“When do your classes start up again? I can’t wait to see you do something other than play video games or go on patrol.” 

“Do you have to breathe so loudly?”

And finally, Peter had simply had enough. He felt like a shell of a person. Everything he did made Tony irritated. Peter was crying now more often than he wasn’t. Peter was alone more often than he wasn’t. Nothing he did make Tony happy. At best, he managed to not piss the older man off. 

He sighs in frustration, pushing his hair back from the table and standing up. He’s done staring at his mark, done thinking about everything that’s gone wrong. He put on his suit and darted out the window, swinging without a destination in mind. 

He watches the sun set as he swings. He beats up a couple of bad guys, webbing them for the police to find. He swings some more. He finds a nice rooftop to sit on, letting himself take a break. He watches the sun rise, feeling only mildly surprised that he was out all night. 

He has always loved the way being Spider-Man made him feel. And not just the adrenaline rushes, or saving people who need saving. But he loves the way he feels like he can be confident. He loves feeling funny when his jokes make people laugh while he’s wearing the mask. He loves that he can be anyone he wants to be, and no will know the difference. 

Spider-Man only annoys people he actively tries to annoy. No one else thinks Spider-Man is annoying. No one thinks Spider-Man talks too much, or is too messy, or breathes too loudly. People love Spider-Man. 

No one loves Peter Parker. Not anymore. Not since May died and not since Tony realized he doesn’t like Peter. 

Peter hadn’t realized he dozed off until the sound of Tony’s repulsers scared him awake. He jumps to his feet, trying to get his heart to slow bak down as Tony carefully lowers himself to the roof top. “Where the hell have you been?” Tony hisses before the face plate is even fully off. 

Peter took a deep breath, still willing his heart to slow down. “Oh you know, meeting up with my secret lover. What does it look like, Tony?”

“You aren’t funny,” Tony grouses. 

Peter winces, fighting the urge to look at Tony’s feet instead of his face. He takes his mask off, clenching his fist around it. He instantly feels less secure, less confident. “I was on patrol,” Peter amends. 

“You were gone all night!” Tony says, stepping out of his suit and stalking towards the younger man. 

Peter forces himself to stand his ground. “And?” Peter asks. 

“And,” Tony copies sarcastically, “I was worried about you! You weren’t there when I went to bed, and you weren’t there when I woke up!”

Peter can’t help but bark a laugh at the irony. Tony’s face turns furious, but he pushes on before he can be interrupted. “That’s every night for me, Tony,” he points out. 

Something that looks like it might have been guilt flashes over Tony's eyes, before he huffs and takes another step towards Peter. “Why?” he growls. 

Peter looks down, before he remembers that’s against the rules and looks back up again. “Because I wanted to, I don’t know.” He mumbles.

Tony scoffs, “You wanted to?” he taunts.

And something inside of Peter breaks. 

“No, actually. I didn’t want to. I did it because I can’t breathe that penthouse. Because I an’t fall asleep alone anymore. Because I’m so scared of making any sort of noise at all in my own home. Because I needed a break from walking on eggshells. Because the thought of waking up alone again made me want to scream. Because my god-damn soulmate doesn’t love me, and if my soulmate doesn’t love me, who can?” His voice breaks on the second ‘soulmate’, and tears are streaming down his face now. Tony’s eyes are wide, his mouth gaped open. Peter can’t seem to stop now that he’s started. 

“I know I’m annoying. I know I talk too much. I know I don’t pay enough attention to my surroundings. I know I like stuff no one else cares about. I know. But you’re supposed to love me! And you don’t!” Peter sobs, feeling the beginning of hysterics start to form as he gasps for air. 

“No one else likes me, I don’t even like me! I lived to come to your lab on the weekends. I lived to see your eyes sparkle when I understood something no one else does when you talk about it. I lived to see the look on your face when I rambled on about something no one else cared about. I lived for you! I live for you! And I-” he chokes on a sob, barely managing to keep going. “And I’ve spent the last year and a half watching you fall out of love with me. Watching you realize that I am annoying. Watching you realize you don’t even like me. Watching you realize you wish you never touched me, wish I never grabbed your arm in my excitement that day.

“Every day, I wake up and pray to the Universe that I’m good enough for you today. Every day, I hold my breath and beg that you’ll smile at me, or at least look at me like you’re happy I’m there. Every single day I try my best to follow your rules, to make you happy, or at least not annoyed! 

“I worship the ground you walk on!” Peter starts to yell, getting closer and backing Tony back closer to his suit. “I love you. I don’t care that you spend all your time in the lab, I don’t care that you can’t be handed things, I do’t care that you have to have a million cups of coffee a day. I don’t care that you disappear for hours and don’t tell me where you’ve been. I don’t care that you drink all the time. I love you anyway; no, I love you because of all of those things! Everything you do, every quirk you have, that’s who you are and I love you!” 

Peter starts to pant, shaking with the force of holding back his sobs. “And you don’t even like me. You’re happiest when I’m not around. Your shoulders slump when I enter the room you’re in. Your eyes dull when they land on me.” 

Peter deflates, his momentum gone. He hadn't ever said any of these things out loud before. Saying them makes them feel so much more real, like they’re the absolute truth. A small part of Peter had been holding out hope. It’s gone now. 

“You’re right,” Tony says softly, and the words cut into Peter’s heart like a knife. “I don’t like you. And I don’t know why. I know I’m supposed to, I know the Universe chose you for me. But I don’t like you.”

Peter feels his knees give out, and he falls at Tony’s feet. It’s like everything that was holding Peter together fell apart, and he has no chance not to fall apart with them. It’s like a hole is carved in his chest. It’s like death, except when you die, the pain stops. It’s worse than death. 

It’s like Tony carved Peter open, took out everything that made Peter who he is, and threw it away. And now there’s nothing left but the body that used to hold Peter Parker. 

“I’m sorry, Peter,” he hears Tony say. And he sounds like maybe he’s in a little bit of pain too. Or maybe Peter is still holding on to hope that doesn’t exist. 

He vaguely processes that Tony flies away, and that he’s alone now. But he can’t move. He can barley breathe. He lifts his hand up, retracting the hand covering. 

Peter stares at the small mark on his wrist, taunting him. The tiniest little mark, just the barest hint of hot-shot red where his soulmate first touched him. 

What does it mean when even someone who is designed by the Universe to love you, can't love you?

#angst #tw: angst #starker #tony stark #peter parker #My writing #fanfic #soulmate au #tw: soulmate au #tw: self loathing

[babybatscreationsv2]

Marked ch2

Marvel | Starker

When Tony's soul marks first appeared he was afraid he wouldn't be good enough for his soulmate. When Peter's marks appeared he was afraid of what the blood and bruises meant. Now they're left dealing with consequences of a dangerous lifestyle and a lot of distrust.

As requested by the beautiful and brilliant Aech <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: mafia au, soulmates au, referenced violence, bruises

Peter hurried down the crowded sidewalk pushing his way through irritated New Yorkers. Anxious dreams had caused him to sleep through his alarm and now he had no choice but to run across the city to get to Mr. Octavius's studio. He had been Otto's apprentice for almost two years and in that time the man had come to expect his tardiness, but that didn't mean Peter didn't try his best.

He ran in through the door and the smell of acrylic paint hit his nose. He spotted Otto at his easel by the window and grinned.

"Good morning, Mr. Octavius!" Peter called. He dropped his bag beside his desk.

"Good morning, Peter." Otto turned and gave him a smile. Then he looked back at his painting and sighed. "I hate acrylics."

"And yet you continue to try," Peter laughed.

"They won't get the best of me, Peter. I've won awards! I've sold paintings for thousands of dollars!" He waved his hand and a fleck of wet paint flew from his brush onto the wall. He scowled at the little blue dot.

"You'll figure it out."

"It doesn't do anything I want it to," he pouted.

Peter rolled his eyes. He crossed the room to stand behind his mentor. "I think it looks great." Otto had certainly painted a masterful piece. Central Park, but with a somber tone. Deep shadows beneath the trees suggested something sinister under their branches.

"You think everything I make looks great. That's what I like about you, Pete." Otto turned on his stool. His smile fell as he saw Peter's face up close.

Peter blinked. "What is it?"

Otto shook his head. "Those soul marks of yours." Peter groaned and turned away. "When I find out who keeps bruising you up like that-"

"They're not bruising me, Otto-"

"No, but clearly this person is a lot of trouble. They're out there running around with a black eye and now you've got one to match. They're clearly some kind of criminal. What else could they be?"

Peter shrugged. "A champion boxer? I don't know. That's the whole problem."

Otto scoffed. "Not much of a champion with a black eye."

Peter shook his head. "Your paint's drying."

"Don't I know it," Otto grumbled.

Peter walked back to his desk and sat down. He pulled his sketchbook from his bag and a pencil. His hand moved over the paper in messy lines. The pictures in his head were foggy now, but something in his dreams had been so familiar. If he could just get it out before it faded away.

As the clock ticked on, he filled page after page with sketches of a man with dark eyes and a chin strap, but the features were different on every face. Peter sat back and stretched his cramping shoulders. Who was he? He was so familiar.

Otto had walked away from his painting a while ago and was working on a sketch at his desk. Peter looked at the clock. It was a little early for lunch, but he needed to clear his head.

"Hey, Mr. Octavius?" Peter stood and stretched again.

"Yes, Peter?" He didn't look up from his work.

"I'm gonna get us some coffee. You want anything?"

"I'm alright. Thank you, Peter." Otto glanced his way. "And take your time. Stretch your legs. You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"Maybe it's the black eye," he grumbled. He grabbed his wallet and left the building. The street was about as empty as it gets during the day and Peter followed the flow of traffic without paying much attention. The idea that he had a soul mate out there haunted him. He'd never considered himself much of a romantic, but now that the option was there it was consuming him. Not to mention the nightmares. His dreams were full of violence and he often woke with the burn of alcohol in his throat. He was starting to find scars as well. A few little ones on the backs of his hands, a deeper one on his palm, a mark just below his ribs. It was a horrifying thought, but maybe Otto was right. What if his soul mate was someone dangerous?

Something hit Peter's shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. He drew back with a gasp and an apology already on his lips, but his eyes went up from the coffee stain in a man's crisp navy suit to his face and words escaped him. Those eyes, that face, but most notably the black eye that matched Peter's.

They stared at each other. The other people on the street moved around them.

The man grabbed his hand and turned it over. There was graphite staining his palm. He hadn't even known it was there. Peter yanked his hand back.

"Sorry," he said quickly. He rushed off, pushing through the crowd. The coffee shop was just a few steps away. It wasn't too crowded and the bathroom was gracefully empty.

Peter gripped the sink and stared down into the basin. What was that? Who was that? He should have gotten his name. What if that was...

He looked up into the mirror and touched the stain around his eye. Like a bruise but painless and too pale. Not like that man’s bruise had been. His was real. He looked at the mark on his palm. That man... he had guessed it was there. Maybe he was looking for a different mark. There had to be more than one guy in all of New York with a black eye. Fights happen all the time.

Peter shook himself off and grabbed a fistful of paper towels. He wet them in the sink and dabbed at the coffee on his arm. His skin felt sticky underneath so he took off his shirt and there on his chest was another mark. Pale brown something was spilled across his skin. He scrubbed with the damp paper towel, but it didn't so much as fade.

Peter balled up the towel and tossed it in the trash. It couldn't be. As much as he wondered about his soul mate, he was only curious. He wasn't sure he actually wanted to meet the guy. For starters, he clearly lived some sort of dangerous life, but more importantly what if he didn't like Peter? What if he wasn't enough? He was just an apprentice barely out of college. His income barely covered his third of the rent. He was just Peter.

And that guy... he was gorgeous and clearly wealthy and he probably hated him for spilling his coffee like that.

Peter looked at the mark in the mirror. That wasn't just a soul mark. It was a mark he made. He put that on him. A little thrill went through him at the thought. He could belong to someone and that someone could belong to him. The trouble was, as much as he enjoyed the idea it was terrifying.

#starker #marvel #soulmates au #marked

[lolli-says-stuff]

Good soulmate au fic Recs?

#alex rider #Harry potter #mcdanno #fic Recs #steter #brian x dom #hannigram #what else do I ship? #soulmates au #tibbs #yassen gregorovich #starker #yalex #wolfstar #jegulus #hannibal x will #Harry potter x Charlie Weasley #idk man

[obligatorynasty]

Peter spilled his drink. It was a common reflex to that familiar burn in his arm; the one that scorched the name of his soul match into his inner wrist the moment they met eyes.

The problem is that it was familiar.

Because Peter already felt that burn with Tony Stark – already had Tony’s name etched into his skin – already thought his forever was spoken for.

So if you asked Peter to explain why Steve Rogers and James Barnes were suddenly accompanying Tony's name, he would have no clue how to respond. He’s heard of rare cases before; they always made the news because the likelihood of finding one soul match was low, so finding more than one? Well, that was downright inconceivable. 

But at least he wasn't alone in his surprise. James and Steve looked just as confused, staring at him with stunned eyes as his name burned into their wrists too.

And as Tony came around the bar, worried about why his lover had dropped his glass, he felt his wrists burning as well.

And then there were four looks of confusion.

#starker #stucky #obligatorywrites #winterironspidershield #soulmate au #ficlet #needed to get this idea out of my head so I could think about other things

[khalixascorner]

A Debt Paid in Soul

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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Peter’s ears twitched and his tail flicked with interest as he saw the fancy cars outside their apartment but he didn’t pay it too much mind, heading up to the apartment he shared with his aunt. It was his 18th birthday, and they had plans to get take out and watch Star Wars in celebration. His peers would consider it childish, and coupled with his petite stature, it would have undoubtedly led to teasing, but Peter had long since learned to ignore their taunts. Being a serval hybrid meant he was always going to be small with ears that always looked too big for his head. That he was an omega on top of that was just icing on the cake as far as his bullies were concerned. 

“Hey May, I’m home,” Peter called as he stepped in, freezing as he noticed strange men in suits standing over his aunt as she sat on their couch. They had apex predator vibes and were all alphas if their size was anything to go by. 

Holy shit, Peter was not ok with this. 

“Close the door and come in, Mr. Parker,” one of the men said. 

Peter did as he was told, letting his bag fall to the floor while keeping his eyes on the strangers. His ears flattened against his head and his tail hung between his legs. 

“Sit.”

Peter moved to sit next to his aunt, letting her draw him into her arms as he shook. The men standing around were intimidating, but they had nothing on the man sitting across from his aunt. He wore a tailored black suit with a wine red shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Black feline ears sat atop brown hair while a black and white striped tail curled around the man. Peter could tell instantly that the man was an alpha even before he caught the man’s heavy scent. 

“What’s going on?” Peter asked hesitantly, looking between his aunt and the alpha. 

“Do you know who I am, Mr. Parker?” The alpha asked. Peter shook his head even as May sobbed and grabbed him tighter.   “My name is Tony Stark. I’m sure you’ve at least heard of me.”

Peter nodded numbly. Everyone in New York had heard of the ‘Black Tiger’ who had earned the moniker of ‘Merchant of Death’ and single handedly controlled the arms trade up and down the East coast. He didn’t know what the alpha was doing here, but he doubted it was anything good. 

 “Excellent, that saves me a lot of trouble then,” Stark said, his eyes sharp even as he smiled congenially. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here, and while it’s a bit of a story, the short version is that your parents used you as collateral for a debt. When they passed, your aunt and uncle took on that debt rather than hand you over then.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” May said then, sobbing again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Aunt May,” Peter said, trying to reassure her despite his fear that it was anything but. “It’ll be alright.”

May just shook her head and Stark cut in. 

“What your aunt is failing to clarify is that the term of the loan is up,” Stark said. “They had until your 18th birthday to pay off the loan and if they failed, you automatically became mine.”

“You can’t enforce that,” Peter said without thinking. “I’m not a minor child you can take custody of so why would you give them until I was 18 when you can’t legally take me?” 

“You’re approaching it from the wrong direction, kid,” Stark said with a grin. “At 18, you no longer need a parent's signature for anything so if you disappear, who’s to say you just didn’t run away to start a new life or find yourself? And if the police question you, it’s not kidnapping unless you’re willing to file a report, in which case, I’d advise you to remember my reputation.”

Peter swallowed hard. The alpha was known for being ruthless and getting what he wanted. The only ones safe from him were children. 

“So, is there going to be a problem, Mr. Parker? Or will you come without putting up a fuss?” Stark asked, his tone bland as if he didn’t care one way or the other although the tip of his tail was flicking. 

“Ca-can I pack a bag and say goodbye?” Peter asked softly, trying to stall. Surely there was a solution if he could just get a moment to process what was happening without feeling cornered. 

“You won’t need anything,” Stark said dismissively. “But you can say goodbye.”

“No, you can’t take him,” May practically hissed as she held Peter tightly, her ears flat against her head and tail poofing up. “We’ll keep paying the debt off but I won’t let you take him.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said cooly. “He will be coming with me, one way or the other.”

“May, it’s ok. Please, May,” Peter said softly, trying to calm her down. “It’ll be ok.”

 “No, it won’t, I won’t let them take you away,” May cried, and Peter floundered. He didn’t want to go either but he didn’t want to see what Stark was willing to do in order to take Peter against his aunt’s wishes. 

 “May, please, you have to let me go,” Peter said, trying to pull back without hurting her. 

 “As touching as this is, I do have other appointments today,” Stark said as he stood. “So I’m going to give you one chance to let him go without a fuss, Mrs. Parker. Otherwise, I have no problem taking him by force.”

 “Over my dead body!” May spat and Peter froze. He had already lost so much, but the thought of losing her too, of having another coffin laid to rest near the other three was too much. He tried to pull himself away from the last pair of arms that had cradled him safely in his childhood, desperate to protect that last bastion of family. 

“That can be arranged, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said coldly, his ears going back and tail becoming more agitated. Peter felt his chest tighten as panic coursed through him.

“Please, please don’t hurt her,” Peter cried, desperation giving him the strength to pull free. He stumbled off the couch and directly into the alpha’s arms. Stark steadied him without looking down, and Peter whined in distress when the alpha didn’t seem to be backing down. 

“Hush, omega,” Stark said as he scruffed Peter. When their skin touched, Peter gasped then whimpered as he felt a searing sensation spread across his neck. His legs buckled, but the alpha caught him, drawing Peter in close and scenting him. 

*******

Tony bit back a curse when he felt the mark sear his hand and wrist. A quick glance at the kid’s neck showed a very prominent soul mark that circled his neck.

“Well, that changes things,” Tony muttered as he instinctually scented his omega. He looked up to see the aunt looking faint.

“What the fuck?” She muttered, collapsing back against the couch. “What the actual fuck?”

“As you can see, he’s mine,” Tony said, and the irony wasn’t lost on him. “So I’ll be taking him now unless you’re going to demand that I consummate our claim in his childhood bed.”

The woman looked like she wanted to argue, but when the kid let out a breathy ‘alpha’ and snuggled closer, she just dropped her head into her hands and started crying. 

“Didn’t think so. I’ll send someone back for his things later,” Tony said as he scooped the omega fully into his arms. Already he could feel the need to claim rising and he’d prefer to be home for that, so he strode quickly out to the car, leaving his men scrambling to follow.

“Home, Hap, as quickly as you can,” Tony ordered, then turned his attention to the tiny omega in his lap.

The kid kept whimpering and nuzzling into him blindly, clearly overwhelmed by the whole situation. He was beautiful, Tony couldn’t help but think as he took in the loose curls, warm brown eyes, and overly large ears. Coupled with his smaller stature, the omega seemed innocent and fragile in his arms.

Tony felt torn between wanting to protect him from everything and claim him in front of the world, sullying that innocence.

He shook his head, trying to clear it some.

“Kid, Peter, I need you to look at me,” Tony said, gripping the omega’s neck again. “Come on, show me those bambi eyes.”

The omega slowly looked up, though he was clearly struggling to focus. 

“We’re soul mates, and we need to complete the bond,” Tony said gruffly, trying to ignore the urge to take the boy now. “Do you understand what that means?”

“You’re, ah, you’re going to claim me,” Peter replied. Already the omega was panting heavily as his body prepared for the equivalent of a flash heat to ease the process.

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a huff. “You ever done anything before? Need to know what I’m working with here.”

“N-ugh, no, nothing,” Peter whined. 

Tony groaned at the sudden possessive heat that flashed through him. 

“Faster, Hap,” Tony growled, his control slipping through his fingers like sand through a net.

#khalixa writes #starker #nff #omegaverse #mafia au #alpha tony #omega peter #tony stark/peter parker #sfsummerbingo22 #hybrid au #soulmate #soulmarks #read the tags

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

Hello everyone! Thank you to all the participants that joined us for our Valentine's Day exchange! We still have a few posts we're waiting on to close the event and once we have everything collected, we'll have a master post for the gifts.

Meanwhile– Us mods are extremely excited to announce our newest event! We are calling it Extended AUpril, and I believe we may have done something similar in the past.

For AUpril, we have made 2 community 4x4 bingos. The bingos will last all three months, and are light and dark themed. (Note: The prompts are themed this way. You do not have to do angst for dark prompts and fluff for light prompts. Feel free to be as creative as you want!)

Duration: This event will start today and last until the end of May.

Reminder: There is no obligation for these community bingos. Do them all, do exactly one prompt--it's completely up to you! Just make sure to tag properly.

Other Events:

March - There will be a list of 7 prompts dedicated to Omegaverse week (info post will be tomorrow). While it is a 'week,' this event will last the entire month of March.

Edit: This event is now live Here!

May - Mer-May week to be posted in May! Again, although it is a week's worth of themed prompts, it will last the entire month of May.

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

In order to get it reblogged, please @ us here, and feel free to use these hashtags! #StarkerFestivalsEvents , #SFAUpril24.

Crossovers are allowed and welcome for all prompts! Some of the prompts themselves are cross over prompts, please feel free to do so!

Edit: 1 prompt per content created. Multichapter fics can claim 1 prompt/chapter. Ex: One shot and moodboard = may claim up to 2 prompts)

You only have to complete one card to get a 'bingo.' We only separated the light and dark prompts for people who prefer to avoid angst! A bingo is four in a row for this event, meaning horizontal, vertical, or diagonal.

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

Have fun with it! This is to encourage AUs, not any specific prompts. Feel free to take it in any direction you want to.

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

Education (Teacher, High School, College, etc.)

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man  

Supernatural (Ghost, Vamp, Alien, Were, etc.)

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective 

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

Hospital (Staff, Setting, Sick, Diagnosis, CI, etc.)

Mafia

#starker #starker event #SFAUpril24 #starkerfestivalsevents

[starker-sorbet]

The meeting between SI and Parker Industries was an important one, as it could lead to further talks regarding a merger which would be beneficial for both parties. But when the CEO's of the each company's eyes meet in for the first time their world exploding into a cacophony of colour. The revelation that they were soulmates meant a lot of things for both SI and Parker Industries in the future but the only thing that bothered the pair now was the person stood opposite them. And so the pair set off on a citywide date both as a means to get to know each other and to see the world in colour for the first time, heedless to the fact they are in a middle of a important business meeting. Leaving behind an exasperated pair of personal assistants and irate board members.

@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: N2 - Love at first sight

card below

#starker #starkerfestivalsevents #SFSummerBingo23 #love at first sight #ceo peter #ceo tony #soulmate au #moodboard #my moodboard

[monster-cock69]

so polyvengers but mob and they're all alphas and betas and Ben and May basically sell peter to them to save their own asses

#“my parents sold me to one direction” #but make it polyvengers “my soulmate bought my uterus from my aunt and uncle” #starker #polyvengers #everyone is fucking #omegaverse #omega peter #alpha tony #mob au #mob boss tony #someone please write this #prompt

[spiderlinging]

heyy im new to the starker fandom and i need some good fics. any recommendations?

Hello Anon! Firstly, welcome! I would love to give you some fic recs

Full disclosure, all of my recs are either E or M because that's just the kind of person I am. So, I apologize greatly if you were looking for something less than smutty. But! If you're all good with the smut, then buckle up!

These are in no particular order because I would drive myself insane trying to rate them.

Canon & Canon Divergent:

From Thy Bounty by feyrelay, natureboy (natureboi)

2. Literally anything from Anonymous with the tag "author has already arranged a ride to church trust me"

3. Soft Kitty by Layora88

4. attached by pleurer

5. we will never return to closing doors by littlelocaldreamer

6. The Catfish Chronicles by stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou)

7. Waiting For You by ValkyrieShepard

8. here is my hand, my heart by belatrix

9. when the sun came up (you were looking at me) by charonsdescent

10. Scaling the Walls by Starker1975

11. For the Cameras by LearnedFoot

Alternate Universe

1. Genius, Acrobat, Playboy, Philanthropist (Circus AU) by scarletmanuka

2. Detentions and Sugar Quills (Harry Potter AU) by preromantics

3. Make It Last (Mob AU) by TwoKinkyBeans

4. Flipping through the phone book, trying to find your name (Soulmates AU) by curv

5. Brewing Love (Harry Potter AU) by Sparcina

6. Intertwined (Hanahaki Disease AU) by RedLink

7. so we can all Reborn by RoamingSignals

Last but hopefully not least, I've written some stuff myself, which can be found here. Nothing to write home about, but I'm pitching them anyway!

I'm sure there's plenty more amazing fics that are slipping my mind at the moment, but hopefully this helps you start your journey into the wonders of Starker!

#starker #starker fic recs #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker

[mthofferings]

Khalixa

See Khalixa’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Tumblr: khalixascorner

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Mafia AU, Dark AUs, Dark!characters, Heroes as Villains, BDSM, Hybrid AUs, Omegaverse, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Age Difference, PWP, Non con/Dub con, Incest, Non traditional omegaverse dynamics/dynamic pairings (ie Alpha/alpha, omega/omega, etc). Soulmates/Soul marks AU, fix it fics, time travel, kid fic/found family, superhero teams as family, Breeding kink, Knotting kink, Were animal AUs, Fantasy AUs, Oviposition, Pretty open to most things

Will not create works that contain: MCD, Cheating, Alcohol/Drug Abuse, Urine/Scat Play, Emetophilia, High School AUs, Underage below 16, Genderswap, Historical AUs, RPF

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1152

Will create works for the following relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker/Tony Stark - 616, MCU Peter Parker/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange - 616, MCU Peter Parker & Tony Stark - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker & Tony Stark - 616, MCU Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Stephen Strange - 616, MCU Superfamily - 616, MCU

Work Description: Minimum 3k fic guaranteed. Increases 1k per $5 added to the starting bid (ie 4k at $15 and 5k at $20). I’ll write Superior Iron Man/Villain Tony, etc, as well as any variants on Starker/ Found Family/Super Family (other universes included as long as the winner doesn’t mind helping me understand the universe). For Starker, I don’t write underage below 16. Otherwise I often age Peter up/ alter the timelines to fit.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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