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practically-an-x-man · 10 months

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ok y'know what. I'm tired of all the same questions in ask games so I'm taking matters into my own hands

OC/Writing Art Asks

For the character:

Pencil: does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?

Pen: what's one minor moment your character regrets? A small mistake, but something they "can't erase"?

Paintbrush: How often does your character "brush over" conflict instead of facing it head on? Is there something specific they don't like to face, or do they avoid conflict as a whole?

Marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

Crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? Were they loud? Shy? Were they the resident "weird kid" or did they get along with others their age?

Colored Pencil: if given the choice, would this character splurge on an expensive (but potentially worthwhile) branded product, or buy a low-budget alternative even if the quality suffers?

Copics: what is this character's most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Charcoal: share any unique physical features about this character that are not scars or tattoos.

Tortillon: does your OC "blend in" with the people around them? Physically? Metaphorically?

Pastels: Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?

Chalk: what was one activity this character enjoyed with their sibling(s) as a kid? If they don't have siblings, what they did with their neighborhood friends

Eraser: what's one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.

Palette: list four of your character's primary skills, then share at least two ways these skills might blend or overlap

For the work:

Starry Night: are there any scenes in this work that take place at nighttime? Is this significant, or just the passing of time?

Mona Lisa: oh, it's the fanfic writer's favorite word. Do a find-and-replace on the word "smirk" and share any lines that pop up.

The Scream: are there any moments in this work that you think could scare a reader? Are there any moments where the characters themselves are profoundly scared?

Persistence of Memory: are there any moments in this work where a character's memory plays a strong role? Either an individual memory, or simply a character's ability to recall the past.

Girl With a Pearl Earring: are there any moments in this work where a character's clothing or accessories play a major role?

The Kiss: share your favorite kiss scene from this work. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

American Gothic: what's one relationship between characters in this work that you think people wouldn't expect? (i.e., how the people in American Gothic are not married, they're the painter's sister and dentist)

Guernica: look through a few of your imagery/descriptions in this work. Are they generally straightforward, or are they more "abstract"?

Wheatfield with Crows: are there any scenes in this work that involve birds? Do the birds play a definitive role, or are they simply part of the setting?

Woman with a Parasol: are there any moments in this fic that feel "blurry" to you? Is this a stylistic choice, or would you go back and clarify the descriptions if you were given the chance?

A Sunday Afternoon...: pick one "little moment" from this fic. How representative is it of the fic's tone and story as a whole?

Creation of Adam: choose one character that is not present at the beginning of this work. How did you introduce them into the story?

The Swing: are there any moments in this fic where the characters get to slow down and have fun? If not, why is that?

The Last Supper: does this fic incorporate any symbolism based on religion, theology, or mythology? If so, give an example.

For the author:

Paper: Who do you feel is your most two-dimensional or underdeveloped OC? Why is this? (including those that are still in development/haven't been written about yet)

Canvas: Do you ever "prep" your fics with outlines or warmups before you start writing, or do you just dive right in?

Graffiti: Have you ever had to research something that felt illicit or illegal for a fic? What was it?

Photography: What's one moment from any of your fics that you feel is preserved in your memory?

Clay: Do you usually take time to "sculpt" your OCs before you write them, or develop them as you write?

Film: Which one of your fics do you think would work best if turned into a movie? Who would direct it?

Adhesive: when you write, do you usually "stick" to one character or story for a while, or bounce around various characters and ideas?

Cricut: are there any characters you've had to "cut" from a story? Are there any moments/chapters/stories you've had to "cut" entirely?

Felting: how often do you include soft moments when you write? Do these moments play a role in the main plot, or do you include them as an escape from the rest of the story?

Weaving: are your works typically similar to one another? Pick two works, and share one similarity and one difference between them.

Finger Painting: share a small snippet from your earliest work (or the earliest that you can get back to). How would you rewrite it today? Either share the rewrite itself or just describe how you'd do it.

Creative!: free space! share something you've been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you'd like to share

#ask game #oc asks #oc ask game #ask meme #writer asks #writing asks #author asks #new ask game #fanfic asks #fanfic ask game

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hualian-fic-recs · 19 days

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Tooth rotting fluff recs? Please please please!

I happen to be a collector of fluff.

Accidents of the Innocent by Akacereal. E, 40k, no spoilers. ModernAU, camboy

Against All Odds by yuushoku. T, 14k, spoilers. FantasyAU

and i will surround you with a love too deep for words by Fireborn. E, 35k, post canon

any omega would be proud to call it home by hoarder_of_stories. E, 5k, no spoilers. A/B/O, fluff and angst

ask my why my heart's inside my throat (i've never been in love or been alone) by eraiklys. T, 7k, no spoilers. ModernAU

Blood and Ashes by sprx77. E, 52k, few/mild spoilers. VampireAU

The Book of Love by etymologyplayground. T, 6k, takes place in canon so some spoilers up to chapter 127. Sickfic

coffee and pine trees by orangemints. E, 37k, few/mild spoilers. Coffee shopAU, pining and fluff

dream catcher by ceta. T, 3k, few/mild spoilers. Sleeping together

every path leads to you by Nyerus. E, 14k, no spoilers. Wedding night

Fly me too close to the sun by Linisen. E, 26k, no spoilers. Victorian AU

A Gift of Silver by KingfisherPrince. G, 3k, some spoilers. Post canon

god knows i've been naive by parsnipit. T, 25k, some spoilers. Post canon, HC de-ages

the kind that lasts forever by moonsteps. 13k, T, no spoilers. CollegeAU, pining

let me be kept by you by binghecarer. 10k, T, no spoilers. Grad school

A Life in Your Shape by etymologyplayground. T, 3k, mild spoilers. Canon interlude around chapter 171

listen closely by moonsteps. T, 2k, no spoiler. Pet names

More of you, always all of you by Linisen. E, 4k, no spoilers. Post canon, A/B/O

#heaven official's blessing #hualian #hua cheng #tgcf #xie lian #hualianficrec #fanfic asks #fluff

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kandisheek · 4 months

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Prompts, you say? 🤔

Stony & the phrase "you never saw me"

Here you go, sorry for the wait!

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Steve was waiting in Tony's office with a stack of papers for them to go through when Tony rushed in, held up a hand before Steve could even mutter a greeting and hissed, “You never saw me.”

Then Steve bore witness to Tony Stark, tech giant and billionaire, crawling underneath his desk like a child.

“What –“ Steve said right before the door banged open again.

“Where is he?” Pepper shouted, her usually composed face dotted with bright red cheeks. Steve knew her anger wasn't directed at him, but he still hunched his shoulders in defense when she whipped around to him and gave him a glare. “Did you see him?”

“No, ma'am,” Steve said, carefully not looking at the desk. He raised the folders in his arms. “I'm waiting for him too.”

“I swear to god,” Pepper spat, marching back out with her heels clicking a fierce rhythm against the floor. “Where are you? Tony!”

The door fell shut behind her, and Steve waited for a few tense seconds while Pepper's footsteps faded in the distance. Then he turned towards the desk. “She's gone.”

“Oh thank god,” Tony sighed, head popping up over the edge with a genuinely terrified look on his face. “She would've killed me.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, but Tony waved him off, climbing into his chair with an ungainly shuffle and a groan, rubbing his hip.

“It's fine, it'll blow over.” Tony grinned at him. “You really did me a solid there. Thanks, Cap.”

“You shouldn't hide from Pepper,” Steve said, despite the fact that he'd just helped him do exactly that. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't ratted Tony out. “If she's looking for you, it's probably important.”

“Ah, but you're more important,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve's heart twinge. “How can I help you, Cap? Anything you want, I owe you one.”

Steve ignored the flutter in his stomach in favor of lifting the papers in his hand. “Go through these with me? Fury needs them on his desk by tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Tony sighed, though he was still smirking. “A carte blanche from Tony Stark, and you want to do paper work? I thought you were more creative than that.”

The look in Tony's eyes was a challenge and a dare, and Steve reacted on impulse, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Well, if anything goes, how about dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked but seemed to catch himself barely a second later. “Sure, whatever, I'd cash out for that anyway. Burgers?”

“I was thinking Italian. You could wear that nice suit from our last charity ball.” Steve smiled. “You looked real handsome in it. Don't know if I told you. And I'll pay, since I'm the one asking you out.”

Tony's eyes narrowed as they darted over Steve's face like he was looking for something. “Well, this all sounds like rather more than dinner now, Cap. Careful, I might get ideas.”

“I do mean a date,” Steve said, secretly reveling in the way Tony's face slackened in shock. “You did say carte blanche, right? If anything goes, then I want a date.”

Tony looked like he was about to say something before he seemed to change his mind, his expression dropping back into his signature smirk. “Well, if that's what you want, I'll knock your socks off, darling. You'll get the full Stark ride, satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Looking forward to it.” Steve deliberately kept his face neutral as he slid the papers onto Tony's desk. “Can you look through these some time today? We'll discuss them later.”

“Shop talk is distasteful on the first date, Captain,” Tony drawled, and Steve smiled at him.

“Don't worry. No business, strictly pleasure.” He allowed himself a wink before he turned and walked away to the sound of Tony spluttering behind him. Steve held in his grin until the door fell shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd done that just now, but it seemed as though fortune favored the bold.

Sure, Tony probably thought he was joking, but that was alright. Steve had a full night to convince Tony that he was serious. And if it all went well, Steve might even get that Stark ride Tony had promised. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag.

They didn't call him a master strategist for nothing.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #snippet #steve tony #fanfic asks

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 1 year

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Writer Asks

1. What is a piece of symbolism in your fic?

2. Do you have any easter eggs in your fic?

3. What's something you've researched for your fic?

4. What's something you've researched but haven't incorporated into your fic?

5. What's a piece of lore you haven't shown in your fic or don't think you'll be able to add in?

6. What's a subtle quirk your protag has? How do you convey it in your writing?

7. What character do you enjoy writing most? Why?

8. Are the locations in your fic based on the real world? How accurate are they? Have you added your own locations? (e.g. town, street, building, etc)

9. What is your favourite line/interaction in your fic?

10. What is your favourite au? Have you written anything for it?

11. Is there anything important in your fic you think readers have missed/overlooked?

12. What character has the most lines in your fic? Which character has the least lines?

13. Is there a transition in your fic you're proud of?

14. What is your favourite relationship featured in your fic aside from the main couple(if you have one)?

15. Tell us a fun fact about your fic/wip!

#writer asks #ask game #writerblr #fic asks #fanfic asks #writer ask game

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silenzahra · 2 months

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🥰 for the writing prompt? Writer's choice!

Referring to this post ✨

This fic was loooong overdue! I am really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but I hope it was worth the wait! 🙏

Thank you sooooo much for sending me this prompt! It has truly melted my heart to work on this idea 🥺 I really hope you like it! 💖

Are you ready for some brotherly fluff? 🤭💚❤️

Here's the link to AO3 in case you'd rather read it there! ✨

Wordless Love

When Luigi arrives home, Mario still hasn't returned.

Luigi sighs and closes the door behind him. The pipes in the castle really must be clogged. He wonders if he should come to his brother's aid, but he knows that, if Mario needed his help, he would have called him.

Besides, this gives Mario and Peach a chance to spend some more time together.

With a somewhat amused smile, Luigi leaves the toolbox on the entrance cabinet and hangs his hat on the rack. He's feeling very tired after a long day of single-handedly serving his Brooklyn clients, and all he feels like doing is taking a shower, grabbing a quick dinner, and going to bed.

But he can't go to sleep without Mario. Even though he knows his big brother is safe and sound in Princess Peach's castle, Luigi needs Mario to, at least, be home so he can fall asleep.

So he heads to the bathroom and takes a fast, but warm and relaxing shower. When he finishes, and since Mario isn’t home yet, Luigi opts to leave everything ready to make dinner later and goes out into the garden.

It's cool, as autumn is coming to the Mushroom Kingdom, but that doesn't stop him. Luigi smiles as he walks through his small garden, the one he has cultivated with so much care and attention since he and Mario moved there. He looks closely at each plant, each flower, and makes sure to irrigate the ones that need some water. He talks to each and every one of them, tells them how beautiful they are that night, and quietly sings a little song during his walk. He also makes sure to check that the automatic watering system he installed with Mario's help is still working perfectly, and smiles to himself, satisfied, after verifying that it is.

These flowers, this garden, are his pride and joy. Every day he’s more and more happy for the good fortune of having a small corner in which to raise his favorite flowers. When he lived in Brooklyn he had to make do with a couple of flowerpots, but, in the Mushroom Kingdom, there’s room for all the plants in the world. So, without a second thought, Luigi transplanted his first two flowers and, since then, he’s grown many more.

And now his beloved garden looks beautiful in broad daylight as well as under the faint, bright glow of the full moon. Each flower has a particular beauty and scent, and Luigi has learned to recognize each one by its fragrance before he even sees them.

When he re-enters the house, he realizes that he has spent a whole hour outside, walking among his plants and singing to them. However, just as he closes the garden door behind him, the front door, which is opposite him on the other side of the living room, opens at last.

“Mario!” he exclaims as soon as he sees him enter, and runs towards him. “You’re back!”

Before his brother has time to drop his tools or close the door behind him, Luigi pounces on him. Mario lets out a loud laugh of surprise and staggers back a little at his impetus but does not hesitate to return his brother's embrace with the same heartiness.

“Yeah, I’m back,” he mumbles, laughing, as he pats Luigi’s back.

They smile at each other as they part, happy to be together again. Luigi takes Mario’s hat from him and hangs it on the rack next to his.

“Looks like there was a lot of work at the castle today, right?” he says meanwhile.

“Oh, you just can’t imagine!” Mario exclaims, dropping his tools any which way on the entrance cabinet. “I think we’d better go together next time. We’ll simply postpone all the appointments we have with our Brooklyn customers.”

Smiling, Luigi carefully sets each tool in its place inside the toolbox he’s been carrying all day.

“I thought about coming to help you,” he admits, “but I didn’t know if you’d be... busy.”

He wonders if Mario will understand what he’s referring to, if he'll catch the hidden meaning beneath that one word, but he senses he'll have to keep that joke to himself.

“Busy?” Mario looks at him with a raised eyebrow, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Luigi lets out a low chuckle as he places the last tool.

“It’s nothing, don’t mind me,” he says, amused, and grabs Mario’s hand to lead him to the kitchen. “Come on! Are you hungry? How about I make you a lasagna?”

“Lasagna?” Mario repeats, his face suddenly lighting up like a lighthouse in the middle of the darkest night. “But of course! What kind of question is that?”

Luigi lets out a chuckle, cheerful and touched in equal parts. His brother will never change, and Luigi adores him more and more every day for that.

Amid jokes and laughter, the brothers enter the kitchen. Luigi, after putting on his green apron with a pattern of orange flowers, starts cooking immediately, and Mario, instead of sitting down, stands next to him and passes him the ingredients and utensils needed to prepare the lasagna. In the meantime, he tells Luigi how his day has been, as they separated in the morning to go to work in different places, and explains how difficult it was to unblock all the pipes in the castle. Then, always ready to listen to him, Mario asks Luigi how his day has been, but Luigi, more focused on the cooking, shrugs and quickly summarizes what has been a very normal working day for him.

“And how’s Peach?” he asks casually as they wait for the lasagna to be ready. “How did things go with her?”

“Just as usual.” This time it’s Mario who shrugs, but Luigi doesn’t fail to notice that a slight blush is now covering his brother’s cheeks. “You know her. She’s very... kind and sweet. Just as usual,” he repeats, looking away.

Luigi covers his mouth with his hand to hide a giggle. He would love to hear more, to encourage Mario to tell him more about those feelings that have undoubtedly blossomed in his heart after meeting the beautiful princess, but Luigi doesn't insist. He knows his brother so well that he’s convinced he will open up when the time comes, when he feels ready, and Luigi wouldn't want to pressure him for anything in the world.

It doesn't take long for the lasagna to be ready at last. As he does every night, Luigi serves his brother first, and smiles at the keenness with which Mario takes the first bite. As he sits down, his plate already full, he notices his brother's satisfied expression, and the soft "Mmm!" Mario emits as he chews causes Luigi’s smile to widen.

“My goodness, Luigi,” Mario exclaims admiringly. “Your cooking gets better every day!”

Luigi blushes and laughs nervously.

“Th-thank you,” he stammers, embarrassed, before starting to eat too.

During dinner, however, Luigi realizes something that makes him uneasy: his brother is tired. More than him, even. Luigi knows this because Mario, who usually talks non-stop between bites, remains silent this time, just centered on savoring the lasagna, a clear indication that his energy has diminished considerably since he came back home. Luigi sees it in his eyelids, which appear somewhat droopy, no doubt exhausted and eager to close until the next day. Luigi senses it in the slowness with which Mario gradually puts the food into his mouth. Still, every time their eyes meet, Mario gives him warm smiles and makes sure to keep telling him how delicious he finds the lasagna.

Luigi loves to cook and always feels flattered that his brother so enthusiastically enjoys the dishes he lovingly prepares for him.

But tonight there is something more important.

Tonight is not just about having dinner with Mario and spending some quality time with him before going to bed, but also about taking care of his exhausted older brother.

“Come on,” he says as he gets up, once they’ve both finished dessert. “How about I run you a hot bath to help you relax?”

Mario smiles, and his grin, although full of affection as always, is also a true reflection of the fatigue that plagues him from within.

“I’d love that, Lu.”

Determined, Luigi begins to pick up the dishes, but, when he’s about to start washing them, meaning to do it quickly so that he can take care of Mario, he senses some fingers on his shoulder that make him turn around. He meets again his brother’s sweet smile, who reaches out his other hand to take the plate that Luigi had grabbed.

“I’ll wash them,” Mario offers.

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary,” Luigi refuses, worried that Mario’s tiredness will increase.

“I insist, Lu.” Mario, unwilling to surrender, gives him a gentle and playful hip thrust to softly push him away. “You made dinner. It’s only fair.”

Luigi knows Mario's determined expression too well to know there's no point in trying to stop him. Defeated, he agrees to step away from the kitchen sink with a resigned sigh and watches his brother with a hand on his hip.

“All right, you win,” he concedes, at which Mario’s smile widens. “I’ll go draw your bath.”

Mario nods with a chuckle as he does the dishes, and Luigi takes off his apron, which he had inadvertently left on during dinner, and goes into the bathroom. The first thing he does is close the door and turn on the heater to warm up the room. After putting the plug in the bathtub, he turns on the hot water faucet first and lets the tub fill up a bit before turning on the cold, but not too much. He wants the water to be hot and to last like that long enough for Mario's muscles to relax after today's hard work.

In the meantime, he hangs Mario's bathrobe on the rack next to the tub and places a small towel on a stool in case his brother wants to wash his hair. Luigi also prepares the shampoo, soap and sponge, and puts them on top of the towel so that Mario can reach them from inside the bathtub. He takes the hairdryer out of the cupboard where they keep it and carefully sets it in a corner of the sink, because he knows that Mario does not like to go to bed with wet hair, so he will need it if he decides to wash his head. Luigi quickly leaves the bathroom to go to his bedroom for a moment: he hurriedly opens the top drawer of the dresser they share, takes out Mario's favorite pajamas and returns to the bathroom at lightning speed. He then pours some soothing bath salts into the water and places a towel on the floor, in front of the tub, so that Mario won't slip.

Finally, satisfied with his work, Luigi turns off the faucet, switches off the heater and goes out into the hallway in search of his brother.

“The bath is ready!” he announces with an exaggerated flourish as he enters the kitchen.

Mario laughs, giving him an amused look, and puts the last plate away on the sideboard before following him. Although the bathroom is very close to the kitchen, Luigi guides his brother as if they were inside one of those old mansions with an infinite number of corridors and rooms and opens the door with a graceful bow.

“I hope you find it to your liking, sir,” he says, modifying his voice so that it sounds deep.

Mario lets out a chuckle again but puts his shoulders back and places both hands behind his back as he walks past Luigi into the bathroom.

“Very warm and cozy, butler,” he replies, imitating his brother’s tone.

Luigi, still bent over and with his arm outstretched, is forced to cover his mouth with his other hand to contain the snort that was about to escape from his throat. However, when he straightens up, his laughter is stifled by the tender look, full of gratitude, that Mario, standing in front of him, throws at him.

Then Mario reaches out and wraps an arm around his neck to pull him close, giving him a quick squeeze in which their cheeks squish against the other’s. The moment is so fleeting that Luigi does not have time to raise his arm to reciprocate the gesture of his brother, who, a second before releasing him, turns his head to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Lu,” he says, his voice full of warmth. “It’s just what I needed.”

Luigi's heart beats a little faster, full of bliss, and a touched smile blooms on his face as the blood rushes to his cheeks. Despite the fact that Mario showers him in affection quite often, Luigi just can’t help blushing. Inside him, tenderness and emotion intermingle with a certain embarrassment that makes him feel bashful, as he does not think he deserves so much gratitude. After all, he’s taking care of his brother in the same way Mario has taken care of him and watched over him all his life. That's how they’ve always worked and that's how they will continue to work.

Still, he keeps smiling at Mario, who watches him with his warm grin tattooed on his face as he slowly slides shut the bathroom door. On impulse, when there’s barely a small crack left, Luigi raises his hand and waves it in farewell, and Mario, with a chuckle, reciprocates his gesture immediately.

Luigi sighs, satisfied, when the door finally closes. He’s sure that the bath will do Mario good, so he goes to his room to give his brother some space and privacy. He really hopes it will be to his liking and help him relax.

Once in his bedroom, Luigi feels as if the autumn chill has crept into it through a window. He makes sure all of them are closed and opts to turn on the radiator to warm up the bedroom a bit, especially to keep Mario from getting cold when he finishes his bath. Luigi goes over to his brother's bed, uncovers it and grabs the pillows to soften them a bit, since that's how Mario feels most comfortable. He turns on both nightlights, Mario's red one and his green one, and looks around to make sure everything is in order.

As he stands in the center of the room, Luigi feels a huge wave of exhaustion wash over him. His day has not been as hard as Mario's, but he certainly needs to rest too, although he knows he can't do so until his brother goes to bed as well. He doesn't want to pressure him or interrupt his bath, so Luigi takes his time to tidy up the room a bit, uncover his own bed and put on his pajamas.

Just as he finishes buttoning the top of his green and white striped pajamas, he suddenly remembers something. He almost forgot! He rushes hurriedly out of his room and into the kitchen. Trying to go slowly so as not to break anything with his usual clumsiness, Luigi pulls a glass from the cupboard, fills it with fresh milk and pops it into the microwave.

He’s walking past the bathroom just as the sound of the hairdryer reaches his ears. Luigi sighs in relief, for he knows what that means: his brother will be out in no more than five minutes, so he will find the glass of hot milk waiting for him on his bedside table, where Luigi carefully places it. Satisfied, he picks up the book waiting on his own nightstand and goes to the living room to sit in his rocking chair, where he plans to read while waiting for Mario.

The book is so interesting that it grabs his attention right away, making him lose track of time. When the bathroom door finally opens, Luigi realizes that he has read ten pages almost without blinking. He smiles to himself, for he's loving the story he's reading, and places the bookmark between the pages before looking up.

As he does so, Luigi lets out a little chuckle: his brother, standing in the doorway, has skin almost redder than his pajama top. Mario, hearing him, smiles with resignation.

“I overdid it with the hot water, didn’t I?” he says with a laugh, heading for the bedroom.

“A little,” Luigi replies, amused, going after him.

This time it is Mario who holds the door for him, and Luigi gives him a nod and a chuckle as he enters the room. Gently and smiling, Mario takes the book from his hands and goes to Luigi's bedside table to leave it there, while Luigi, somewhat surprised, closes the door behind him and walks to his bed as well.

After dropping the book, Mario turns to face him. Luigi stops in front of his brother and wonders if, perhaps, Mario wants to tell him something or ask him for something else before going to sleep.

But his brother doesn't utter a word: with a warm smile on his lips, he raises his arms and wraps them around Luigi, resting his chin on his shoulder and placing a hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer. Despite his initial astonishment, Luigi immediately relaxes in his big brother's arms and, with a smile, lifts his arms to wrap them around Mario's waist as he closes his eyes. His brother, patting his back gently and running his fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, lets out a deep and resounding sigh while still hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for always taking care of me, Lu,” he whispers, his lips close to Luigi’s ear.

“Oh.” Luigi lets out a nervous giggle. “You don’t have to thank me, Mario. That’s what brothers do, right?”

Luigi feels him laugh in his arms.

“I’m certainly lucky to have you as a brother.”

Luigi's heart warms up, overwhelmed by a deep emotion. He feels his eyes moisten and he embraces his brother with more strength and affection, hoping, wishing, that his way of hugging him will be enough to let Mario know that he is the one who feels fortunate to have him as his big brother. If he had nothing else, if he were homeless and jobless and could not find anything to eat every day, he would still feel the luckiest man in the world if he still had Mario by his side. He doesn't need anything else to be happy.

They remain like this, embraced, Luigi's hands on Mario's back and waist, Mario's hands on the back of Luigi's neck and back, for a time they cannot, and will not, determine. Wrapped in a warmth that comes from both the radiator and their own hearts, the brothers enjoy those brief moments of peace and safety in each other's arms, in which, without the need for words, they express how much they love the other and how important they are to each other.

With a sigh, Mario begins to pull away from Luigi, very slowly, as if he doesn't really want to, and Luigi understands, for he too is reluctant to end the contact. His brother slides his hand from the back of his neck to his cheek and watches him intensely, his blue eyes glistening with emotion.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And Luigi knows, with absolute certainty, that Mario is speaking from the heart, as he always does when he expresses his affection towards him, as deep as Luigi's for him. With a heartfelt smile, Luigi raises a hand and places it on Mario's.

“I will always be here for you,” he promises, looking into his eyes.

With tenderness shining in his, Mario widens his smile and carefully begins to gently press Luigi's head down as he does the same. Luigi, knowing what his brother intends, lets himself be guided without hesitation and closes his eyes for a second before their foreheads meet. The sigh they release, in unison, as if they had rehearsed it, is deep, intense, and reflects all the peace and serenity that this touch makes them both feel.

“And I for you, Lu,” Mario answers in a soft whisper.

When, seconds later, they raise their heads, they give each other one last smile, as full of love as all the smiles they’ve shared since the day they were born. Mario caresses his cheek while Luigi gives him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, and then he softly gasps when, suddenly, he remembers something.

“I almost forgot,” he says with a chuckle as he walks over to Mario’s bedside table.

He carefully takes the glass of milk in his hands and turns to his brother, who beams enthusiastically as he sees what Luigi is offering him.

“Thank you, Lu!” he exclaims, accepting the glass.

Luigi smiles, moved at the eagerness and speed with which Mario drinks the hot liquid. When he finally finishes it, he lets out a sigh of pleasure and Luigi covers his mouth to hold back a giggle, not only because of his brother's satisfied expression, but also because of the spot that glistens under his moustache. Mario looks at him with a raised eyebrow, though he laughs too, and Luigi reaches over to his nightstand for a napkin to wipe his brother's face. The latter lets him do it and they share a last moment of knowing laughter.

Luigi then takes the glass from his brother's hands and goes to the kitchen to wash it. Before leaving the bedroom, he hears Mario drop like a bundle on the mattress, and when he returns, as he expected, he finds him lying on top of the sheets any which way. With a giggle that is both amused and tender, Luigi comes to his side: he slowly pulls back the sheets from under Mario's body and carefully covers him with them. Mario, eyes closed, smiles and snuggles in, and Luigi gently tucks him in and places a kiss on his cheek.

“Good night, Mario,” he whispers. “Sleep well.”

Mario's smile widens and a deep sigh escapes from his lips. Luigi, hoping that his brother will indeed sleep well that night, gives him a gentle caress on his hair before turning off the radiator and heading, at last, to his own bed.

And just as he is about to turn off his lamp, the last light still on in the room, he hears a sleepy, exhausted voice coming from his brother's bed:

“Good night, Lulu.”

#super mario bros #super mario fanfic #mario #luigi #mario bros #mario fanfic #mario and luigi #cute brothers #brotherly love #please don't tag as ship #PLEASE DON'T SHIP THEM #asks #fanfic asks #ask #writer asks #answered asks #my fics #my fanfics #silenzahra

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book-of-baba-fett · 6 months

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✨ Ask Game: Anonymously Ask Me Anything About My Fics ✨

can be about one fic or all, wips, oneshots, ongoing series, major ocs or ocs that just appear once or twice

#figured this could be a fun way to help motivation #feel free to share!#and if you do share consider sending an ask to the person you reblogged from just so the love can be shared #writing asks #fanfic asks

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wolfsbanesparks · 6 months

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I think Fawcett could finally realize homeless kids are going missing if a more high status kid goes missing, someone from an influential family. Say like, mary, maybe. No one noticing Billy going missing, but Mary? The city goes on a search for her all over, and I think that would hurt a lot for the missing/dead kids.

You're definitely right to think that Fawcett (and the world in general) would take notice of a high profile kid such as Mary going missing.

And it would be so painful for Billy and the other missing kids to be forced to face the fact that they don't matter as much to other people as someone who had money/status/family connections. A part of the psychological torture they endure is directly related to the fact that people don't know/don't care that they are missing.

I love that you're getting really into this! You clearly understand the reasoning behind why certain victims are chosen over others.

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #mary bromfield #mary batson #fanfic asks #tw child death mention #tw torture mention #y'all are so good at coming up with ideas for this fic

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slippinmickeys · 8 days

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Twenty questions for fanfic writers

I was tagged by @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger Thanks for the tag, guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

712,000 exactly, which is sort of creepy?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files mainly, though a million years ago I wrote two fics for JAG, and technically, I have a His Dark Materials fic (but it's an XF crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae

Prompt Drabble Collection

The Annapolis Grant

Three Part Harmony

A Companion Unobtrusive

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Comments are the only payment fanfic writers get, and it's an incredibly valuable and underrated currency. Fanfiction as a community is one of the most generous you'll find, and I'm incredibly proud to be a part of this particular one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man, probably La Comtesse de Saint-Germain.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In this day and age I feel like we deal with enough shit, so I try to end most of my fics happily. I think A Gem-Like Flame probably has the most uplifting happy ending, but then, I'm a sports nerd.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um, probably pretty vanilla het MSR. No shame.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've only written one, but it turned out really well, I thought. It's an X-Files/His Dark Materials novella-length crossover that takes place in Lyra's world, pre-Lyra, called Out of the Little Grove.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Anyone who steals my fic is going to catch these hands.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a couple of years ago someone asked if they could translate one of my fics to Russian. It's out there somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I jumped in and helped @monikafilefan get Five Years and a Lifetime over the line for a fic exchange a couple of years ago. A fun, collaborative experience, that was like 85% Monika. It's a great fic, check it out if you haven't!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder & Scully are my OTP. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish Madam Scully's Spiritual Services, Inc., it's an AU where Scully works for her sister's Psychic Boutique while prepping for med school. Scully ends up being actually psychic and she helps newly minted FBI agent Fox Mulder solve a series of murders. I have it almost completely plotted (except for the nitty-gritty hard stuff), but I don't think I'll ever get it done, sadly. It's just too big a story to tackle with where I am in my life. Though I never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm decent at dialogue, have a pretty firm grasp on plotting, and, I hope characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My character work is probably my weak spot, which is why I have so much fun writing fanfic--the character work is already done, I just get to play around a world where everybody already knows the characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

When I do it, I hope like hell that I'm doing it right. I think it's necessary for some stories and you just hope you're properly respecting a language you don't speak.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety eight.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's a toss up between Proof of Life, an AU where CNN conflict reporter Dana Scully is kidnapped and imprisoned with fellow kidnap victim and photojournalist Fox Mulder, and they, you know, fall in love. And North of Zero, a post-col novel where Mulder and Scully get William back and have to save the world. The one I totally pantsed (made up as I went along), and it came together like alchemy. I love that story. If you don't like AU, you'd like Proof of Life. If you don't like post-colonization stories, you'd like North of Zero. I don't always like everything I've written after I'm done writing it (a writer's life), but I'm incredibly proud of both of those fics.

Tagging @monikafilefan because she's already tagged, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#fanfic asks #the x-files #the x-files fanfic #slippin mickeys

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zenkindoflove · 23 days

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Satharion - 46

46.... out of envy or jealousy.

Sathia fumed. Casual, she thought to herself. You said you wanted to keep it casual. It was a mantra she repeated every time that blonde shifter ran her hand along Tharion’s muscular forearm.

It had only been a month since her breakup with Colin, two weeks since she had the nerve to contact her husband again and tell him how epically her relationship failed after saving Colin from the Viper Queen, and 3 days since she uttered those words, “Let’s keep things casual for now.”

But Sathia was never good at casual, and this was her husband!

The blonde was everything Sathia wasn’t. She had bodacious curves in all the right places and clearly loved to show them off. And she was tall. Much taller than Sathia. Almost as tall as Tharion. What did she shift into? A giraffe? She looked like a party girl, who Sathia knew was exactly Tharion’s type, given his reputation.

Sathia crossed her arms and tried to focus on her conversation with Bryce. She could ignore them. If Tharion wanted to flirt with some bimbo, what did she care?

A high-pitched, feminine laugh pierced her ears, and Sathia narrowed her eyes in their direction again. The shifter pressed her breasts into Tharion’s arm, and Sathia saw red.

As she marched over, Tharion looked confused. Of course he was confused, that idiot. He probably didn’t even understand that when she said she wanted to keep things casual, what she meant was she wanted him to flirt with her like they were strangers. Not a husband and wife who never had a chance to date.

She bumped the shifter out of the way and threw her arms around Tharion’s neck. “You’ve been ignoring me, husband.”

The confusion in Tharion’s eyes didn’t last long as he placed both of his hands on her hips. Just as he began to smirk, Sathia pressed her lips to his, kissing him for the very first time.

Kiss prompts.

#satharion #sathia flynn #tharion ketos #sathia x tharion #sathia ketos #satharion fanfic #crescent city fanfic #crescent city #hofas #ask games #fanfic asks #lol this was so fun to write #i love a good jealousy moment

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practically-an-x-man · 8 months

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Fanfic Couples*/Relationships Ask Game

*note that when I say "couple", this does not have to indicate a romantic couple, it's just the most concise way to refer to a pair of characters. These can be any two characters, romantic or not.

Of the ones you've written, which romantic relationship has developed the fastest? How fast is it?

Of the ones you've written, what's your slowest slowburn? How slow is it?

Have you ever written a soulmate AU? If you haven't, why would/wouldn't you write one?

What's the fastest you've reached a romantic couple's first kiss (in words/scenes/chapters)? First "I love you"? Other landmarks?

Do you have any works where you refuse to reach a certain relationship landmark, for one reason or another?

Have you ever started to write a relationship and had it develop differently than you expected? How so?

Have you written any romantic couples that you think would be better off as friends? Or even enemies?

Have you ever written any friendships that could've easily become romantic relationships? How did you navigate it?

When you write, do you plan out the stages of a relationship, or just let it flow? Do you have any works where the characters seem to "write themselves"?

[Couple] has just been struck by a magic spell, and now they're mortal enemies! What happens now?

[Couple] has just stumbled into a fairy ring, and they've forgotten they ever knew each other! What happens now?

[Couple] has just found an interdimensional portal, and one of them just walked in! Does the other go after them?

Are there any consistent trends when you write a budding relationship, or does it vary by character? If there are trends, what are they?

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you want to write in the future, but haven't yet?

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you would never write?

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

Did you base [couple] on any existing relationships that you've seen? This can be anything: TV characters, books, even people you've known in real life.

Pick a few characters you've written for (or, for a fun twist, asker chooses). Tell me about their relationship in three sentences or less.

Pick a work/fandom you've written for. If your couple didn't end up together, who would they get close with with instead?

Has a character ever felt pulled in two directions as you wrote them? How did you resolve this?

Not all relationships are romantic. What's your favorite non-romantic relationship that you've written about?

Have you ever written a break-up scene? How did it go? Was it a permanent split?

Do you think you idealize relationships in fiction, or are your depictions grounded in reality? How often do your characters make mistakes?

When you write, do you focus more on the romantic relationships or the non-romantic ones?

How important to you is the inclusion of sex in writing a romantic couple? Do you have any asexual characters?

Do you have any characters that are arospec or otherwise wouldn't enter a romantic relationship? How do they interact with the story?

Do you have any characters who are hopeless romantics? How do they interact with the story?

Have you ever written a tragic romance? How did it turn out?

What's the most interesting friendship that you've written?

What's the most interesting familial relationship that you've written? Found family counts.

Are there any songs that remind you of [couple]? Are there any songs that remind them of each other?

Do you find it more fun to write soft, domestic romances, or dramatic thrillers?

Are there any canon romantic couples, in any media, that you just can't stand?

Are there any well-known fanon relationships (not canon), that you just can't stand?

Are there any canon non-romantic relationships you can't stand?

Have you ever overwritten a canon romance in favor of a different character/OC? Did you write a full breakup or just ignore the canon relationship?

Who's the Barbie and who's the Ken? Who's the Allan?

Who's the Romeo and who's the Juliet? Who's the Rosaline?

Who's the Prince Charming and who's the Damsel in Distress? Who's the dragon?

Pick a relationship (not necessarily romantic). What tropes apply to this relationship? What tropes does this relationship subvert?

Who's your most repressed/oblivious character? Who's your most aware character? What makes them different?

As an author, are you gentle to your characters?

How do you feel about unhappy endings? Unrequited love? Major character death?

What's your favorite type of relationship to write? What makes it most fun for you?

What type of relationship do you struggle most to write? Why is it difficult for you?

Are there any character dynamics that you've found yourself stepping outside your comfort zone to write? How so?

What's the most self-indulgent relationship you've written? Are there any particular moments/scenes that you wrote just for you?

Are there any relationships you've lost passion for writing? Are there any relationships that started slow but gained momentum over time?

What's your favorite relationship dynamic that you've seen in another work of fiction? Has this influenced your writing at all?

Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

#i tried to make these aroace friendly. there's some that are romance-focused but i tried to leave most of them open #ask game #writing ask game #oc ask game #character ask game #ask meme #oc asks #writer asks #author asks #fanfic asks #fanfic ask game #new ask game

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hualian-fic-recs · 6 months

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Hello!I’m curious,do you happen to know a fic/fics where Hualian wants to do the ‘thing’ but Hua Cheng keeps on thinking that Xie Lian can’t get it up??I mean a fic where he thinks that but obviously Xie Lian is more than capable and in the end they do it :D

Hi there! Fics most like your ask are:

Beast with Two Backs by VampireFaun. E, 36k, heavy spoilers. This one is really lovely and deals with erectile issues and working on it together. The ending is v satisfying

Pleasure, Panic, Pleasure by capyshota. E, 7k, no spoilers. Xie Lian is automatically reacting and Hua Cheng pulls away. Xie Lian is like noooo I want it just ignore my reactions.

Some more post-canon loss of virginity fics:

and i will surround you with a love too deep for words by Fireborn. E, 35k, spoilers. This one is like a warm hug all the way through!

you, my destiny by Naamah_Beherit. E, 12k, spoilers.

Ever After by GirlApart5. E, 8k, spoilers.

perfected by trail by an orphaned account. E, 8k, no spoilers.

why wait by novembersmith. E, 4k, no spoilers, though they do mention the coffin scene

every path leads to you by Nyerus. E, 14k, no spoilers

**Also note that when I say no spoilers in these, I mean that HC comes back after being away like in the novel, so I guess that is inherently a spoiler, but there is no allusion to important plot points or reveals from the novel. So if you wanted to read them even if you haven't finished the novel, they wouldn't give anything major away.

#heaven official's blessing #hualian #tgcf #hua cheng #xie lian #hualianficrec #tian guan ci fu #fanfic asks

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kandisheek · 5 months

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@captain-stark-rogars I feel like a snippet won’t really do this prompt justice, but I tried anyway. The setting is this: Steve and Tony have already spent a week at their getaway resort, but the spark in their relationship just won’t seem to rekindle. Mostly because instead of actually talking things out, they’ve instead focused on doing fun things to hopefully get that magic back. Now they’re back at the hotel room after their latest failed outing and faced with a decision.

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“So that was a bust,” Tony said as he marched into their hotel room, flinging his jacket across the closest chair. “We should order in. I need a shower after that.”

Steve put down his backpack, dropping heavily onto the couch. He watched Tony out of the corner of his eye, trying and failing to ignore the queasy feeling in his gut. Tony seemed to be oblivious, but Steve could read the tension in his back, the nervous energy as he unpacked his things.

“Apparently there’s a good Chinese place somewhere around here. I’ll see if they deliver. Lo mein for you, right?”

Steve took a shaky breath, his stomach sinking. Tony knew him so well. It ripped Steve apart to know that it wasn’t enough.

“Steve?” Tony asked, looking at him guilelessly. There was no point in pretending any longer.

Steve straightened his back, steeling himself before he finally said what needed to be said. “This isn’t working.”

Tony’s face slipped, as if Steve had honestly surprised him. “What?”

“We tried,” Steve said, feeling the words like knives digging into his chest. “One last shot, that’s what you said. But it’s not working.”

“What do you mean?” Tony asked, his voice small. Steve had never seen him so panicked. “No, we – We’ll try again tomorrow. Today was just –”

“It’s not just today though, is it? We’ve been struggling for months.” Steve took a deep breath. “Maybe we can’t fix this.”

“No,” Tony breathed. Steve looked up at him, stunned by the despair on Tony’s face. “Steve, you can’t – don’t give up on us, please.”

Steve’s face twisted with pain. “That’s not fair. We’re both –”

“I love you,” Tony said desperately, and Steve had to avert his eyes, hiding them behind his hand. “Steve, please. As long as we love each other, there’s a chance. I can’t lose you.”

“Maybe I don’t love you anymore,” Steve said, but even as he said the words, he knew they weren’t true. A part of him would always love Tony. But with everything else, it just wasn’t enough.

A heavy thud made him look up to see Tony slumped over on a chair, his back bowed and eyes vacant. “Huh,” Tony said, and he sounded numb, like his soul had been sucked out of him. “Okay then.”

“Okay?” Steve asked, his heart lurching with fear when Tony nodded like he was agreeing to his own death sentence.

“I won’t keep you here if you want to leave.”

Steve bit down on his tongue, tears prickling behind his eyes. This wasn’t what he’d wanted. He’d – he didn’t know what he wanted. “Do you want me to leave?”

Tony laughed humorlessly, wiping both hands across his face. “Does it matter what I want?”

“Of course it matters,” Steve said, and Tony shook his head, still looking like he was at sea without a paddle.

“It doesn’t. I can’t –” Tony grimaced like he was in pain. “I already fucked it up.”

“It wasn’t just you,” Steve protested, but Tony didn’t look like he believed him. “Both of us did things. Maybe we just can’t –”

“You want to know what I want?” Tony asked, cutting Steve off with a sudden surge of anger. “I want you to tell me what the fuck you want. You never tell me what you want. I always have to guess, and I’m shit at figuring you out, clearly, so why don’t you help me out for once and just tell me?”

Steve gaped at him. “I always –”

“When was the last time you asked for anything?” Tony snapped. “And don’t tell me you have everything you want, because if that were true, we wouldn’t fucking be here.”

Steve frowned, irritation rising in him. “Maybe I’d tell you what I want if you were around long enough to listen. When’s the last time you ever made time for me, huh? You’d rather do anything else –”

“Well, I’m here aren’t I?”

“– than spend time with me, so why the fuck would I ask for anything?” Steve spat, and Tony blinked, surprised.

“You think I don’t want to spend time with you?”

“You never do,” Steve said, and Tony’s face twisted with regret.

“Of course I – Is that why –”

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it!” Steve shouted, only noticing his volume when he saw Tony flinch. Guilt sank into his stomach like a stone. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.”

Tony shook his head. “No. No, I’m sorry.” He looked at Steve like he’d never seen him before. “How long have you felt like this?”

Steve shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does,” Tony said firmly. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I just – I get so lost in work, and the last few months when I got out early, you didn’t want – I mean, you didn’t –” He took a deep breath. “You were doing other things, so you told me you were busy.”

Steve bit his lip. He had done that, hadn’t he? Steve didn’t like to think that he was a spiteful person, but at some point he’d just wanted to give Tony a taste of his own medicine.

Except it hadn’t been that, had it? Tony had never turned him away when Steve had outright asked him to spend time with him. Steve had just wanted Tony to seek him out on his own instead of always having to chase after him.

Had Steve ever told Tony that?

“We should’ve talked about this a lot sooner, huh?” Steve asked, and Tony smiled without humor.

“I guess we should have.” Tony’s shoulders dropped, his eyes almost unbearably sad. “I’m sorry, Steve. I know it’s too late now, but… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat before he said, “I’m sorry too.”

“If you want… if this is what you want,” Tony said, sounding like he was choking on the words. “I won’t fight it. I’ll sign the papers.”

Steve froze. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Tony said pleadingly, and Steve realized all at once what he meant, his chest squeezing tight with horror.

“No! No, I don’t want – I don’t want to divorce you.”

“I’d understand if you –”

“I love you, Tony,” Steve said, and Tony’s eyes snapped over to his with a heartbreakingly hopeful look. “I want to figure this out. And I think – if we actually sit down and talk about it… I think we can do this.”

“Are you sure?” Tony asked like he was asking for a lifeline, and Steve opened his arms, relieved when Tony immediately surged forward to fall into a hug, breathing shakily against his shoulder. Steve bit down on the urge to cry, closing his eyes to revel in the familiar weight of Tony in his arms.

“I can’t lose you either,” he said quietly, and Tony took a shuddering breath, fisting a hand in the back of Steve’s shirt. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fanfic asks #snippet #steve tony #angst #hopeful ending

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