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This was going to be my entry for “Day 2 - Let’s date” for the Illogical Husbands week, based on Part 14 of Public Relations by the amazing @bewareofchris. You can also read this in AO3!

Inspired by A Side/B Side fic done by @bewareofchris

I seriously love the parallels between MCU Tony and Golden Tony, they come from pretty similar universes and yet have such different interactions with the Avengers, their friends and the world as a whole. I wanted to kind of represent that with this, I think it came out ok.

which fic was it??

Living to Die by Cards_Slash

Altmal, based on the idea that only your soulmate can kill you. Altair and Malik are soulmates, have been alive for forever, and are so very, very, very broken. And poor Desmond gets caught in the middle, as always.

When I got done reading, I had to tell @uswe and @ereborne about it, which was followed with

uswe: This is very fucked up. No wonder you look delighted me: i aaaaammmmm uswe: Why are you like this 

106: “I may die if it gets colder.” Federico/Edward.

Edward was a man of sunshine and eternal summers. He lived in a world where woolen mittens, knitted scarves, down coats and white Christmases were things found only in songs and on television.

Federico must have known this when he invited Edward to visit his family during Christmas in Florence.

Which could only mean Federico meant to kill him. Though what purpose that would serve Edward had yet to figure out. What he knew for sure was that–

“I may die if it gets any colder.” He groused, his arms crossed to keep his hands as warm as possible.

Federico smiled at him, indulgent and amused. “It isn’t even that cold.”

Edward flipped him off. “It’s freezing. And I’m going to die if it gets colder.” Federico’s laugh was only further proof that he was out to kill him. The kiss he pressed to his cheek did nothing to convince Edward otherwise. “I’m writing you out of my will.”

“You don’t have a will.” Federico said.

Edward nodded. “Then I will have one written and you won’t get anything.”

“Was I going to get something before?” Federico (the Bastard) asked as he wrapped his arms around Edward’s waist.

“A third of the treasure I had hidden away in a secret vault.” Edward replied flatly and only leaned into Federico’s embrace because he was cold and not for any other reason. “Now I’m giving all of it to Jenny. You won’t get a single piece of rope.”

“How terrible.” Wasn’t even pretending to be worried. “Can I possibly change your mind?” And even though it was a question his hand was sliding lower and lower like a suggestion.

Edward weighed his options (though the scales were already tipped in favour of anything that would make him warmer). “I can give you a chance.” Edward said, pulling Federico’s wandering hands back and leaning away from his mouth that was pressing phantom kisses behind his ear because they were in the yard and Edward knew enough shame to not want to be caught making out by Federico’s mother (or worse, his baby brothetr).

“My room then?” Federico asked (unnecessarily).

Edward shoved him back towards the house. “Stop wasting my time. I’m freezing.”

18. Putting together a gingerbread house

Why build a gingerbread house when you can build a gingerbread ship? I also think he spent more time draining that bottle than building.

written with @bewareofchris

Nc-17 | Altmal | explicit sexual content, adult language

Malik’s life sucks and it has ever since he spit on that fairy as a child. He’s had to learn to live with the fact that when someone catches sight of his skin they will do anything imaginable to try to court him from serenading at his window, to giving him gifts, to over the top declarations of how his eyes sparkled like gems. He had adjusted his dreams away from anything normal (dating someone, having a job, or even not dying of heat stroke) to more reasonable dreams like ‘not having any part of his naked skin be seen’, ‘not getting lectured by the townspeople about another newcomer getting accidentally caught up in his curse’, or ‘an inordinately cloudy, cold summer’.

Now that we've put down the last sentence of the fairy story's epilogue (to be uploaded on another day), I just want to take a moment to say a few words because, wow. This had been quite a trip and I still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that it's over.

It all started as a joke. The first comment was about a story I havem't yet finished from more than a year ago.

So, please understand that I have never done a collab with anyone except my sister before. We are practically the same person when it comes to what stories we enjoy and how we think so it always works out.

But you have to understand I'm not the best planner so, caught up in the moment I was just like YEAH LET'S DO THIS THING! And right after I was like.....am I insane? I don't even enjoy working with people. I can do it, but I've usually preferred working alone if it was possible.

But also at that point, @bewareofchris and I hadn't started talking on Skype...I think? I mean, we were friends through Chatzy but like, there wasn't so much one on one interactions (that I can remember?). But even without that it can be intimidating to do a collab with a writier I really enjoyed reading and also is SO GOOD AT WHAT SHE DOES?

But here's something I know from years of this happening to me whenever we go out to karaoke: saying, I can't do this with you because you're too good ISN'T a compliment.

Needless to say, I do not regret it. Even if the story felt like it'd never end at some point.

no, really. Remember this started as a joke. We thought it'd be short. We thought the conlifct that needed resolution was proving that Altair's feelings were True Love. I thought it'd be less then 10k words. Then I thought it'd be less than 30k. Then I thought it'd be somewhere near 75-80k and then when we got to 90k I stopped trying to predict what the word count was going to be.