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お蔵出し：一年前に描いたもの。

wanda: last one there has to hold stark’s hand

So I was thinking about a soulmate Au where people have tastes, smells, sometimes sensations or visions based upon what their soulmate is doing.  It’s not constant, but it’s a sort of brief telepathy.  They may also have dreams that briefly ‘connect’ them in a sense, although communication between two soulmates is rare, it is occasionally possible if the connection between the soulmates is particularly strong.  I got to thinking about what that would be like in a scenario with Stevetony as the pairing and a blurb happened.  I may write more later :D

WARNINGS FOR:  Howard being an abusive piece of shit.  Also extensive talk of drowning for obvious reasons-and ANGST, lots of that.

Tony dreams of the ocean first.  Not a white sand beach or the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean his mother loves so much, but a dark and choking thing.  Swirling dark, an impenetrable wall of water so cold it burns.  Tony dreams of drowning first.  Tony dreams of regret, and fear, and a resolve so strong he still wakes shaking with that certainty.

He tastes too, blood behind his teeth, like he’s been punched in the mouth, sucks it back behind his lips, doesn’t spit it out (he knows what being hit feels like, tastes like after all).  Sweet pungent cigar smoke sometimes filters into his senses, like Obie’s, blown in his face with no regard for young lungs. It’s a Comfort, sitting with Obie and showing him new designs, his small hands dwarfed by Obie’s large ones as he points at things and asks what they are.  Tony smiles, and breathes in hazy air with the bright feeling that someone feels pride in what he does.  He likes that taste when it comes, wonders what his other half is doing now, thinking now to evoke such a thing.  

He wonders if his soulmate will be proud, if they will love him.  Tony wants so desperately to be loved. He knows, it doesn’t matter what his soulmate looks like, he’ll cherish them.  Hold them close.  Careful careful like his mothers’ pearls when he buckles the tiny filigree gold clasp around her wrist. His mother who is not Howard’s soulmate.  His mother who teaches him to play the piano and cries tears clearer than the ocean in his dreams when she thinks no one is looking.  

Sometimes he catches whiffs of cologne. It’s woodsy and fresh, similar but different to Howard’s favorite scent-and he wonders, locked away in his room, drawing the watery shapes he sees in dreams across paper-he wonders if his other half is his father’s age.  Thinks of the whispers that follow Howard.  “Such a young son” they say, reading his father’s gray hair like the rings on a tree.  He listens and wonders if he finds his One, will they brush him aside?  Will they call him foolish, will they look at his designs for clean energy and solar fuel, and crumple them up, wad them up like paper, like his heart every time Howard turns away.  

He knows there are soulmates who are friends, he wonders if his will be a friend and a lover.  It doesn’t matter at all though, Tony will love them no matter what.  That resolve burns in him, drives him on.  What kind of man would his soulmate love?  Tony doesn’t know, but he sets out to become that person with a single minded focus.  He builds wonders, blows past records others have set before him, uses everything in him to build a future for the one calling to his soul.  He immerses himself in it, ignores the bitter taste of sadness when Howard kicks him out for refusing to build, refusing to contribute to a world his soulmate would not like.  Maria is proud but sad, as she always is. She insures he is not cut off completely, she sends packages with his favorite sweets, letters asking him to come back home.  Promises that Howard misses him, promises that he’s changed. Obie comes to visit him later, sweet words and cigar smoke ringing around his head in clouds of lies.  Tony ignores him.  

Sometimes he wonders if that would have changed things.  If him being with his parents somehow would have prevented the accident.  If his absence had driven Howard to drink more.  It doesn’t matter now.  The rain drives down  as they lower his parents into the ground, Obie’s hand is heavy on his shoulder, but not as heavy as the dreams that night.

“Are you looking for me?”  He calls, staring out into the black expanse of swirling water.  The weight of the ocean is crushing him down, but he’s trapped.  Metal skeletons bear him down, glowing controls grow dark.  In that murky deep a pair of hands reach for him-gloved hands in brown leather-and Tony reaches back desperately.  

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Happy Pride Month, everybody :)

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Steve cleared his throat. If people knew that Captain America got butterflies in his stomach, he would surely lose credibility. Nevertheless, the damned bugs flopped around uselessly in his belly as the crowd of reporters quieted down and only the sound of camera snapping remained.

“Good morning.”

A small murmur from the crowd of reporters greeted him in return. Steve gazed across his audience, allowing his eyes to wander from his teleprompter. The words stopped scrolling as Steve paused and he resisted the urge to turn and look into the wings where he knew Tony was waiting to “bat cleanup.” Steve took a deep breath.

“I know that you’re expecting me to make a statement regarding the recent press the Avengers have received due to our efforts in Wakanda. I’m afraid that I won’t be making that statement today. That was just us doing our job and I don’t feel that it warrants any additional attention.”

Another murmur surged through the crowd at his change in direction. The butterflies swooped at the knowledge of what he had to say next. It was now or never, Stevie. It’s for the kids.

“Given the occasion, I feel that it’s time to lift a burden from those I care about most. I’ve never felt that it’s been anyone’s business but my own who I am attracted to. I’ve rejected labels. I’ve rejected public acknowledgement of my relationship. That stance, however, has recently caused people I care about deeply to endure unfair torment from the media.”

Steve didn’t have to look to the wings to know that Tony was on the brink of rushing the stage to shut him up. They had had fight after fight on the matter and Tony knew where Steve stood on the position. But Tony had compromised and sacrificed enough. Now it was Steve’s turn to give and he wouldn’t let Tony stop him.

“I know that a few of you have recently noticed our very own Tony Stark wearing a ring.”

This elicited a laugh. The ring had been the star of the most recent news cycle - the newest development since the set of pictures published of Tony and Pepper visiting florists and cake tasting several months ago.

“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to formally deny the widely believed rumor that Iron Man and Ms. Potts have recently tied the knot.”

Steve fumbled with the small, circular object in his pocket that he knew would be warm and snug and feel like coming home as soon as he slipped it on. And it did. The butterflies calmed as he came to his final statement, but his heart still thumped on rapidly and his hands shook. He outstretched his newly ring-clad hand out toward the wing, beckoning.

“I do, however, get the very distinct pleasure of introducing to the world for the first time my husband, Tony Stark.”

Steve finally let himself look. Tony was already halfway to him, smiling broadly and the wetness of tears on his cheeks. The roar of the reporters shouting questions at them seemed far away as Tony slid into his embrace. Going for broke, Steve bent to capture his husband’s lips for a meaningful kiss.

Steve beamed, a weight lifted not only from his shoulders, but from the combined yolk of their marriage. ‘I love you,’ he mouthed to Tony, but Tony was already pushing him back, away from the microphone, so that he himself could lean in.

“Happy Pride Month, everybody! Love wins!”

Ahhh this took wayyyy too long to answer! Sorry about that. Here is a list of some newly publish Stony fics that I have been loving:

A Love Story in Five Panic Attacks

Summary: Steve and Tony help each other learn to breathe again.

The Next Day and Forever

Summary: Steve and Tony finally return home after being in different dimensions. Then they proceed to do what they do best: take care of each other.

Indirect Message

Summary: Someone left a bouquet of flowers at Tony Stark’s door and he forgets about it. No big deal right? So why is Captain America avoiding Iron Man?

Candy Apple Kisses

Summary: ‘Really Steve? This guy is forty-five minutes late, Who gives a damn if he thinks you have nice teeth or not’Steve’s date was late, but had one hell of a way to apologize for it.

OR

That Blind Date AU the author always wanted to write.

Mamma Wants Grandbabies, Stat

Summary: It might not take a village, but that doesn’t mean children don’t need help to get where they need to be. When Steve can’t seem to manage on his own, what good mother would stand aside and let any opportunity pass him by?

Sarah Rogers is not that kind of mother.

Natasha Knows Everything

Summary: Steve agrees to let Natasha set him up on a blind date, he’s surprised at his date for the evening.

Finally

Summary: Tomorrow is their three year anniversary and Steve hasn’t seen his boyfriend in four days.

Here, Tonight

Summary: Steve’s been making plans, but after a rough battle he decides he can’t wait anymore.

Break Me To Pieces (I think you’re just like heaven)