That’s The Tea

dad!tony:

- is 9047% okay with peter making a ‘video diary’ of his trip to berlin (even holds the camera for him for a brief moment in the car when they go to drop him back off in queens)

- hugs peter (that was a god damn hug fight me) and then blatantly lies to peter about how it wasn’t one, saying “we’re not there yet” (no one opens the fucking door like that, tony)

- makes sure peter has a parachute even when tony DOESNT HAVE ONE AND HE’S THE ONE THAT FUCKING FLIES

- monitors peter all the way from india and sends a suit to save him approximately .3 seconds after he was in serious danger

- not so subtly hints at the fact that he listened to every voicemail and read every text peter sent and not only that, REMEMBERED THEM TOO (“like that lady that bought you the churro” “i thought happy said you quit band six weeks ago”)

- put a heater in peter’s suit (y’all know he actually had to SIT THERE and think of these things. He got into Full Mechanic Dad Mode and made this suit specially for peter)

- like five minutes after saving peter’s ass he talks to him about college

- names protocols in peter’s suit “training wheels” and “baby monitor”

- MAKES 576 WEBSHOOTER COMBINATIONS????

- calls peter “mister parker”

- compliments him multiple times on his work (“nice work, kid” “nice job, kid” “you did a good job” “nice work in DC”)

- “MY DAD NEVER REALLY GAVE ME A LOT OF SUPPORT SO IM JUST TRYING TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF SHAME™” THE WAY HE SAYS “MY DAD” LIKE TONY HIMSELF IS ALSO A DAD. LIKE TONY IS PETER’S DAD. I CANT BELIEVE TONY IS LOWKEY REFERRING TO HIMSELF AS ONE OF PETER’S GUARDIANS AT THIS POINT WOW !!!!!!!!!!

- calls the FBI as soon as peter hangs up on him and immediately gets into his own suit and flies from wherever-the-fuck he is to where peter is (and assuming tony immediately left after peter hung up, it took him four minutes and twenty-four seconds (YES, i did the math))

- “don’t cut me off when i’m complimenting you” 1. either he’s just putting on that Public Tony Stark™ persona or 2. he’s making it seem like his compliments are worth a lot so when he DOES compliment peter (which is, again, relatively a LOT), peter feels Extra Good about himself

- “i think you’ve done enOUGH” MAD DAD™ TONY IS HERE AND HE IS ANGRY BECAUSE IF ANYONE DIED HE KNEW PETER WOULD FEEL GUILTY AND IF PETER HIMSELF DIED TONY WOULD HAVE THAT ON HIS CONSCIENCE AND GOD KNOWS HE DOESNT NEED ANY MORE GUILT IN HIS HEART

- (also i’d just like to appreciate the dialogue in between vulture and one of his workers- “so that’s it? you’re just gonna run?” “feds were waiting for us- now we’re on iron man’s radar? yeah i’m running. you should too.” like i’m so proud of my son striking fear into criminals)

- “if you even cared you’d actually be here”

tony: *is here*

peter: (งO_O) ง

i’m totally here for Intimidating Dad Tony who has so much fear for this kid’s life that it comes out as anger and scares peter

- “did you know i was the only one who BELIEVED IN YOU everyone else said i was CRAZY” TONY BELIEVING IN PETER SO MUCH THAT HE TRUSTS HIM MORE THAN WHAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE SAYING LIKE DAMN THATS DANGEROUS I KNOW BUT HOLY SHIT TONY! BELIEVES! IN! THIS! KID! SO MUCH!!!!!!

- “THIS IS WHERE YOU ZIP IT AIGHT THE ADULT IS TALKING” that’s just. a dad thing in itself.

- “AND IF YOU DIE-“ -whispers because he can’t even talk in a normal voice when he says this*- “-i feel like that’s on me… i don’t need that on my conscience.” AGAIN, TONY PHYSICALLY CANNOT HANDLE THE AMOUNT OF GUILT PETER’S DEATH WOULD CAUSE HIM

- “i was just trying to be like you” “and i wanted you to be better” okay but imagine what’s going through both their heads??? peter is probably thinking ‘how in the bloody fuck can i be better than iron man’ and tony’s probably thinking ‘c’mon, kid, it’s not that hard’ because tony only sees himself through the mistakes he’s made and peter sees tony through his achievements

- literally grounds peter by taking away his suit- like if that isn’t the most dad thing he did this entire movie

- “IF YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT THE SUIT THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE IT” PASSING ON SOME WORDS OF WISDOM™ TO HIS NEXT OF KIN- TRULY A FATHERLY THING TO DO

- “god i sound like my dad” TONY IS JUST SO AFRAID!!! FOR PETER’S LIFE!!!! TO END UP LIKE HIS FATHER!!!!!!! THE ALIENS!!!!!!!!! HIS EX-TEAM!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FEELS SO TINY AND THERE’S. TOO. MANY. THINGS. THAT. ARE. TOO. BIG. FOR. HIM. TO. HANDLE. LET. HIM. REST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- peter: *is sad* i don’t have any other clothes

tony: *sees peter is sad* okay we’ll sort that out

tony: *gives him a souvenir shirt and hello kitty sweatpants to try and make him feel better which probably just ended up making peter feel humiliated but A++ for effort babe*

- HAS SUCH AN IMPACT ON PETER THAT PETER LITERALLY HAS A FREAK OUT AND THEN REMEMBERS TONY’S WORDS OF WISDOM™ AND THEN WOW PETER CAN SUDDENLY REMEMBER HE CAN LIFT A FUCKING BUILDING JFC

- gives peter that shoulder bump thing while smiling at him fondly idk that was just so cute

- puts his arm around peter’s shoulders, which he can just barely do because they’re literally the same height- rdj is 5’9 and tom is 5’8 (we all know tony wears high tops and high heels. he totally rocks them)

- asks for a little privacy with peter and then immediately apologizes for taking his suit

- “TOUGH LOVE MOMENT”

- sighs contentedly like he’s just so proud of peter that he has to breathe and take it all in. “my son did that. he fuckin Did That”

- mentions peter can be on the team and then when peter is all like “to the-to THE team?” he’s all like “ya lol anyway-“ like it’s no big deal. tony i know you’re fucking ecstatic inside to have someone on the team who loves and appreciates you as much as you love and appreciate them, don’t you try and cover that up

- MAKES PETER A NEW SUIT????? 1. IF IT WAS ALREADY MADE BEFORE TONY TOOK AWAY HIS OTHER SUIT, TONY DIDN’T THROW IT AWAY. HE FUCKIN KEPT IT. 2. IF IT WASN'T ALREADY MADE, TONY KEPT WORKING ON IT??? 

- smirks when peter isn’t looking because he’s a VERY proud dad

- gives peter a room???????

- PURSES HIS LIPS A LITTLE WHEN PETE SAYS “i’m good” AND U CAN TELL HE’S TRYING NOT TO SHOW IT BUT HE’S DISAPPOINTED (not in peter ofc but in his response because tony was just so excited to have peter live with him) and then his immediate “HOW ARE YOU GOOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN”

- is AN EXTRA FUCKING PROUD DAD™ when peter explains he’d like to stay on the ground and look out for the little guy for now. I SWEAR TONY LOOKED AT HIM SO SOFT AND THIS MIGHT JUST BE ME BUT I SWEAR TONY’S LIP TWITCHED A LITTLE BECAUSE HE WAS TRYING NOT TO SMILE

- FINALLY SMILED AT PETER WHEN HE WAS WALKING AWAY BECAUSE HE WAS SO PROUD

- anyways ya tony loves peter have a nice day

62 Things the Avengers are Not Allowed to Do.

today is the only day you can reblog this ever

You just mADe me FCKinG CRY

Are you hAPpy ?!

okay but if tony starts having nightmares of peter turning to dust in his arms i will join all the popcorn on the floor in the theatre 

all these stories about how the modern day dionysian ritual is going out and murdering someone in the woods…the true modern day dionysian ritual is drunkenly going to taco bell at 3 am and i dare anyone to tell me otherwise

Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins

Tony felt like his head had barely hit the pillow before he was woken by soft cries coming through the monitor by the bed. He groaned and rolled over to look at the picture on the baby monitor on his bedside table. Morgan was wide awake, and although she was only making a few whimpering noises at the moment, Tony knew she would work her way up into a full blown crying fit if someone didn’t go check on her. She’d caught a cold recently and was having trouble staying asleep without getting fussy.

Tony rubbed his tired eyes and sat up with a quiet groan. He heard Pepper stir on her side of the bed.

“Tony… what—“

“I got it, go back to sleep,” Tony mumbled, running a hand down Pepper’s arm soothingly. Morgan had passed her cold onto her mom, so Tony wanted to make sure Pepper got as much rest as she could as well.

He turned down the baby monitor and stumbled his way out of the room and down the hall to his daughter. When Pepper told him she was pregnant he thought he’d have no issue with not getting any sleep. He was used to staying up all hours of the night working and not really getting much sleep. Apparently though, taking care of a baby was more exhausting than working on the Iron Man armor for 48 hours straight because god Tony was exhausted all the time.

Not that he was complaining. These last few months since Morgan was born had been some of the best and happiest months of his life and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

The closer he got to Morgan’s room the more surprised he was that he couldn’t hear her crying. The last few nights since getting sick had been hard on her little body, and she was much quicker to cry than she usually was. His surprise turned to tension however when he reached the cracked open door and realized he could hear another man’s voice coming from inside the room.

Tony was ready to run into the room guns a-blazing to see who the fuck had broken into his daughters room before he realized he recognized the voice. He nearly laughed out loud at himself for his reaction, but he was too curious to see what this kid was doing to risk making noise and alerting the boy to his presence.

Tony pushed the door open gently so it wouldn’t make any noise and leaned against the door frame to watch his two children together.

Peter must’ve just gotten in because he was still wearing his Spider-Man costume, sans-mask, with a tear in the back by his shoulder blade. He was cradling Morgan against his chest, bouncing gently and rocking from side to side to make sure the eight month old didn’t start to cry again.

Weiterlesen

yellow

a sequel to blue 

“Hello, Mr. Lupin,” said Minerva as he welcomed the best addition to her life in the pas 15 years. She would never say this publicly but Teddy Lupin had made himself her new favourite the instant she held him in her arms, mischievous smiles and unexpected looks were all it took for Minerva to fall in love with a helpless bundle of mischief, fourteen years ago. 

It was towards the end of May she supposed. Her mind was still foggy about that May even though spring was her favourite. It was funeral after funeral, wounds that needed tending to that kept bleeding and her heart felt like it was about to give up so it was quite understandable that Minerva didn’t remember whether it was early June or late May when she met Teddy and he, of course, wouldn’t remember when that was.

Her heart had belonged to all of her students, she wouldn’t say she loved all of them but she always cherished those she had taught because she thought that it was sacred, the bond between teacher and a pupil. That’s why she was so respectful to but also, very fond of Albus Dumbledore; she had, after all, learned a great deal from him and she felt like somehow, she had taught him as well. But every now and then, she felt her heart belong to some of her students a bit more. Some felt like they were her children even though she never had any. A lot of people said “You’ll understand when you’re a mother” when she was younger but she never had to become a mother biologically to understand the happiness and pain one could feel for their child. She had felt this way about four kids that drove her mad before, all of them long gone now and she had known the pain of losing them. She had felt this way about a messy haired boy that looked so painfully like his father that Minerva thought she confused her love for James Potter for this kid but she was wrong. She remembered her scream as she saw Harry’s limp body and how her heart started beating again the moment she knew he was alive. She also remembered the pride and honour she felt when Harry risked his own life when that bloody idiot had spat at her. Maybe they didn’t share a blood bond but Minerva knew Harry was as good as her son. 

The last time she felt like that was late May in 1998, the boy couldn’t even crawl yet when Minerva felt that bond with him. He didn’t have to as far as Minerva was concerned because she could feel the wolf that Teddy’s father hated so much and she could see what his mother had left him with, a gift beyond imagination. 

“Professor McGonagall? MINNIE?!” 

“You know you can’t call me Minnie on school grounds Mr. Lupin,” reminded Minerva as she pushed her glasses up. 

“I’ve been calling your name for a good two minutes now, Professor,” answered Teddy with concern in his eyes. 

“I see you’re back to your usual blue hair,” she pointed out, ignoring the elephant in the room. She had tried to get him to have a more normal hair colour at the beginning but she didn’t bother anymore. “How was the patrol?” 

“It was boring as usual,” said Teddy and looked at Minerva expectantly. “What was it that you wanted to show me professor?” 

Minerva then opened the glass door behind which Dumbledore’s Pensieve was hidden.

“I hope you know what this is.” 

“Of course I do. Harry has one just like it,” he replied pridefully. “He used to spend hours watching memories in his room.. he doesn’t do it that much anymore.”  

“This particular Pensieve was Albus Dumbledore’s but now I use it to store my memories,” she explained. “I’m sure Harry has shown you a lot of memories about Remus and Nymphadora.” 

“Don’t call her that, Professor,” said Teddy with a smile on his face. 

“Ms. Tonks, it is then,” as she undid her bun and let her braided hair fall. “If you don’t mind, it’s late and it’s just us.” 

“Of course I don’t, Minnie.” 

Minerva let that one slide as she looked for the memory she wanted to show the blue haired boy. 

“As I said, I am aware that Mr. Potter has shown you quite a lot but he doesn’t have the memories from their years in Hogwarts and I thought maybe you wanted to see them?” 

“Of course I do,” beamed Teddy as he moved closer to the Pensieve. “I want to see Harry’s father and Sirius who everyone keeps saying I used to look like. I got to say, I’m not that excited about the rat though.”

“I promise you’re not even going to realise who he is,” said Minerva as she started swirling the memory around in the Pensieve. “He used to be so different, so happy and nice. If he bothers you, a lot of people used to say he is not that hard to ignore. Would you like to go first?” 

Teddy took a deep breath after he nodded to Minerva and sunk his face into the silver substance in the marble basin. 

Teddy felt the world around the twist and turn. Every single time he did this, he felt nauseous but this time even more so because he had never seen his parents in Hogwarts before roaming in the same corridors he does now, talking to the ghosts and people he knows; he didn’t know what to expect but he still felt like his heart was trying to beat itself dead. 

His feet found the floor in the Great Hall. Minnie was standing right next to him but her younger self was watching with an amused look on her face from the teacher’s table. 

“10th of March, 1973,” she said with her long fingers on Teddy’s back. “Remus had made the mistake of not telling his new friends his birthday two years in a row.” 

His eyes locked onto the chubby little boy standing in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables with a huge banner 8 feet in the air that said “Happy Birthday Remus!” with moving confetti on it. The boy was undoubtedly Peter Pettigrew and as Minnie had said, he looked nothing like Teddy had seen him or heard about him. 

Teddy then looked at the boy standing on top of the Gryffindor table singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs, as flamboyant as can be, his hair shined like it had glitter on it. 

“Uncle Sirius?” 

“Indeed it is,” replied Minerva shaking her head. “He had a knack for drama as you can see. Azkaban took a lot from him but I can promise you he still had fire in him after all those years.” 

Just as Teddy was about to ask about Sirius before that day, another boy jumped on the Slytherin table, a bold move Teddy thought, singing his heart out with a little help from Sonorus and before he could stop himself he blurted out something he knew couldn’t be. 

“Is that Harry?!” 

“I had the same thought when I first saw Harry in Hogwarts but I thought Harry was James. They look so much alike, it’s so easy to confuse them,” smiled McGonagall. “You’ll see the scar is missing and James’ eyes aren’t green. They come from that lovely lady with red hair rolling her eyes, few seats from your father.” 

Teddy couldn’t focus on the red haired girl the moment he laid eyes on his father. Remus Lupin in flesh and blood looking up at his stupid friends shaking his head but also laughing. Teddy could see that the full moon wasn’t near but he could also tell that it wasn’t further away but Remus Lupin was there, just there, his hands covering his eyes slightly. But Teddy could see his yellow eyes were even more alight than usual. Teddy never said his father’s eyes were amber, he thought that amber normalised it when it was anything but normal, even for wizards. 

Teddy walked towards his father without even realising it. There was a birthday cake flying towards him, following James Potter’s wand, and he looked genuinely happy. The memories Harry showed him were from a dark time and Teddy knew that. Even when Remus smiled, Teddy could see the darkness in his yellow eyes carrying the weight of the war. Teddy had seen his father this happy only one more time and he had watched that memory countless times with and without Harry, it was the one where Remus had joined them in the cottage and asked Harry to be his godfather. His hand reached for his father as he made a wish for his birthday and a loud bang came from the dungeons.

“That was your present,” grinned Sirius as a boy whose face seemed familiar from Daily Prophet came into the Great Hall with his wand out and walked straight towards the four boys. “No one can make fun of you but us, Lupin but most importantly no one can mess with you but us.” The last thing Teddy saw was some unflattering additions to the Slytherin’s face before the memory became foggy. 

“A few spells flew around after that, I honestly can’t remember what happened,” apologised McGonagall. “However, I do remember why the boys did that to that idiot. He had made fun of your father’s scars implying some ugly things about your grandparents as well as Remus and well, no one messes with the Marauders but the Marauders.” 

Minerva was looking around the shelves again as Teddy tried to understand how everything turned out the way it did. It didn’t make sense that these kids were like this 15 years before Teddy was born and now, there was no trace from any of them. Teddy’s mind couldn’t fathom how it went so utterly horrific that this was the only way him and Harry could see their parents again and Sirius barely got his name cleared. He didn’t get how Professor McGonagall was still standing after all this. 

“Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed pulling Teddy from wherever he was. This one was actually one of her favourite memories. She wasn’t as interested in the pink haired Hufflepuff girl while she was in Hogwarts as she was with the Marauders but Nymphadora Tonks held a special place in her mind as a fellow shapeshifter. 

She was never close to Tonks as Molly Weasley was but that didn’t mean that Minerva didn’t enjoy her subtle mischief and the joy she was able to spread around her. Maybe she wasn’t as school appropriate as some around her but she had a gift that she hadn’t abused, not once. It seemed to Minerva that Tonks used that to cause some problems for Filch or for the students that pissed her off. Minerva had noticed that even though she had the ability to morph into whoever she wants to look like, Tonks always looked like herself, the only things that changed permanently were her hair colour and her eye colour. Andromeda complained about how she didn’t even remember what colour Tonks’ eyes were when she was born but Minerva knew deep down how proud Andromeda was of the self-love her daughter had because Andromeda’s family had destroyed hers in a matter of seconds. Minerva thought Andromeda should have been proud of herself for bringing up a daughter like Tonks after having the worst possible examples in her life.

Minerva poured the liquid into the Pensieve again and motioned to Teddy to go ahead. The blue haired boy sank his face into the memory and Minerva followed right after he slipped away. 

Teddy recognised the bubble gum pink even before he was standing still in McGonagall’s memory. She had a black and yellow scarf around her neck, the air was dark and it was raining outside. His mother was standing next to a Gryffindor that Teddy recognised to be Uncle Charlie, granted he had a lot less scars back then not that he was complaining about any of them. Charlie Weasley had shown Teddy some memories as well but Teddy didn’t remember this particular one. There was a smaller Hufflepuff girl hiding behind Tonks looking terrified beyond belief as if she had just seen a basilisk. Tonks and Charlie were talking heatedly to a Slytherin boy who looked like he was older and Charlie was trying to calm everyone down but Teddy could see his mother get aggravated. They both had a tell, you see, when they were trying to tame their anger and Teddy had never seen his mum do it but he still did the same thing when he was trying to bite his tongue. Teddy thought maybe he should believe when people say “You’re more like your parents than you know”. They moved closer and now Teddy could hear what they say.

“You should probably tell your parents that he’s been gone for a while now,” said Tonks with a hidden impatience in her voice but seemingly very calm. “Maybe they should stop feeding you these stupid thoughts.”

“You’re no better than her, are you Tonks?” shot back the older Slytherin boy. “Daughter to a blood traitor and a mudblood, such filth. I mean understandable how you both ended up in Hufflepuff, the Hogwarts garbage.”

“Tonks, NO!” yelled Uncle Charlie as he tried to grab Tonks before she could throw herself at the Slytherin boy. He slightly succeeded and moments later young McGonagall arrived at the scene ordering Charlie to take Tonks away and taking several points from Slytherin.

“You’ll see when we flatten you in Quidditch,” she kept yelling as Charlie tried to take her away, Teddy noticed that her hair was changing to a bright yellow matching the colour on her scarf. “Filth, my ass. At least my parents aren’t murderous FREAKS!”

“Nymphadora Tonks!” hissed McGonagall sternly. “Enough! How do you plan on becoming an Auror if you cannot even control your nerves?”

“Well when I’m an Auror, I will be able to hex idiots like him s—”

“That’s not what being an Auror is about Ms. Tonks and I hope you know that,” corrected McGonagall with a very asserting voice that Teddy’s mum stopped kicking and screaming. “Twenty points from Hufflepuff for your lack of self-control. Dismissed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered back and walked away with her yellow hair and white knuckles.

They travelled back to Minerva’s office and Teddy starting pacing up and down.

“Why would you take points from her?” he yelled without intending to. “She had a point.”

“She indeed did have a point,” she began soothingly. “But she didn’t know how to prove it and whether you want to be an Auror or not, violence is always the last answer; she had to learn that even though she had a point in getting angry at that idiot. After that day, she became more careful. If she didn’t learn some of those things in Hogwarts, Alastor would have never taken her as a student. In a way, those twenty points taken were for her benefit.” 

“If you say so.”

“I showed you that memory to show your mum’s compassionate side even since when she was in Hogwarts,” continued Minerva. “I think she gets that from your grandmother. Andromeda always had a way of caring for others like she was never taught not care for anyone else but purebloods.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Teddy sat down and looked around the room, trying to take the memories in. He definitely wanted to see more but he didn’t know if he wanted to taint the ones he had seen tonight, he just needed some time to digest these and then he could come more.

“Can I come another night for other memories?” he asked silently without meeting the Professor’s eyes.

“I can imagine it can be too much at once,” she replied. “Of course you can come another night, just let me know beforehand so we can arrange a meeting, I’m still the headmistress after all.”

“Thank you, Minnie.”

“I called you here mainly to tell you that I see so much of them in you Mr. Lupin,” confided Minerva as he walked towards the door with Teddy. “It’s not just your looks or your abilities that makes me say that but it’s the way you smile and your eyes shine when you’re around the people you love. It’s the way you stand up for others and are willing to go the distance to make sure someone is happy or fine. That’s because your parents live in you, in me, in Charlie Weasley, in your godfather, in Molly, in Ginny and in so many others. It’s because they have left a mark on everyone they have met and through them, even though you never got to meet them properly, you’re more like them than you know.”

Teddy was barely holding his tears back but he could see that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of crying as well. Before he left, he built the courage and moved as quickly as he can to give her a hug. However what he expected to be a short lived hug turned into one of the most comforting hugs Teddy ever felt, it felt like his grandmother was hugging him and Teddy let go in that moment. Because Minnie was right, all these people tried their absolute best to make sure Teddy was able to see and know his parents as much as he could and that’s why even though he didn’t realise he had taken after them.

“Thank you once more Professor,” he said as he pulled away.

“You can call me Minnie in this room Mr. Lupin,” smiled Minerva before she opened the door. “Now, off you go.”

Teddy Lupin walked to his room wiping his eyes but with two new memories to dream about at night.

I never knew I needed this until now

Tony Stark and Peter Parker’s hugging evolution

its been ages since ive seen bedknobs and broomsticks but it was SUCH a good movie

imagine mary poppins but all the characters involved are completely unhinged at every given opportunity. and they fight nazis