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As we said in our closing message at the end of this year’s auction, we've become something bigger and better than we ever imagined we could be when our journey began in 2018. As we mark half a decade of Marvel Trumps Hate, we want to share a few milestones with you starting with this year's auction results, so if you're used to our auction results posts…well, this one will look a little different. 😉
This year, 152 "Marvel"-ous creators came forward to offer 264 auctions.
And this year, we raised…
Back in 2018, our first auction total of $19,262.52 blew our minds—and this is over $16,700 more than that! 😮💖🎉
This was a quieter year than most (surely we're not the only ones suffering burnout because this has been A Year), so we're extremely grateful and proud of what we accomplished together. We broke records, some of which we were aiming for and some which we weren't. Of the ones we didn't expect, the record for the highest amount donated to a charity, which we smashed in 2021 ($6,349.98 to Planned Parenthood), was shattered with a whopping $8,039.99 going to Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). We also had the biggest amount raised by a single auction this year: an unbelievable $2,101.67. All hail the power of pods!
And the biggest record of all that we set in 2023…
Drum roll, please…
With the help of 923 unique creators offering 2,217 auctions over the past five years, we raised a grand total of…
WE RAISED OVER $200,000, EVERYONE! No, we can't believe our eyes either. We're floored to say the least although maybe we shouldn't have been surprised. Every year, you manage to surprise us and set records, and this year was no different. You came out of the gate running and somehow you blazed right past our expectations, continued to make us adjust our stretch goals as bids and donations came in, and hit a number we weren't sure we'd reach even as we began to hope for it.
It’s been an incredible journey, with the mod chat pinging at all hours with excited gifs, effusive heart emojis, and inarticulate keyboard smashes as we expressed our love for the wonderful people in our fandom. It’s been very hard not blurting out the milestones as we reached them when we desperately wanted to share these amazing results with you all.
Creators, we couldn't have started this auction without you. We loved seeing so many veteran creators sign up again and were pleasantly surprised by how many new faces showed up to the party.
Bidders, as crazy as it sounds, most donations were small ones including a lot of those crazily high winning bids—so many of them were the result of people pooling their five dollars together! This has been consistently the case since MTH began. It just goes to show how much of an impact you can have when you’re part of something bigger than yourself. Each donation has a ripple effect, and enough ripples can cause a wave. You matter, and you can make a difference.
We also owe our success to our amazing signal boosters. There can’t be an auction without any participants, so to every fandom community Tumblr that agreed to reblog our posts, every Discord server mod who let us post announcements, and every person who shared our posts and encouraged their fandom friends to sign up and/or bid, thank you so much! Together, we reached hundreds of fantastic creators and bidders from all corners of the Marvel fandom, many of whom we didn't know and some who were hearing about us for the first time.
We’re so touched by the massive number of people who donated above and beyond their pledged amount, creators who took on multiple auctions and offered multiple winner slots, and bidders who accepted their second-place wins with such eagerness! We also had people make donations in the spirit of MTH even though they didn’t win an auction, which was beyond generous.
In addition to the astounding amount of money we were able to raise for charity, MTH was successful in other ways. We strove to be as inclusive as possible, determined to make this event a fandom-wide effort. Considering that the auctions covered over 381 unique platonic and romantic relationships and character-centric options (if we include "all ships/gen"-inclusive relationships, this number is even higher) across 36 universes within the Marvel multiverse, we can safely say that we accomplished our goal.
This spirit of inclusion also applies to our auctions and charities. Every one of 264 auctions was bid on, and every one of our 30 supported charities received donations. We’re in awe of your commitment to supporting all our creators and charities and thrilled that you spread all the love around, bidders!
Here’s our breakdown of the donations (to enlarge the image, click here and hover to see the donation amount per charity).
We’ve also listed the amount raised per charity on our 2023 auction results page.
From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for helping us turn our sixth Marvel Trumps Hate auction and the celebration of half a decade of MTH into such a fantastic experience. We cherish every single message of love and support that we received and continue to receive on our Discord server and through DMs, Tumblr messages, emails, tweets, etc. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! We wouldn't be half as good at this—we couldn't have done any of this—if we weren't doing it with you. And that's the truth. ❤️
To remember or learn why we created this auction in the first place, please check out our 2018 "thank you" post to all of our creators, bidders, signal boosters, and supporters.
If you'd like to stay updated on all of the 2023 Marvel Trumps Hate fills, follow us and/or check out the "mth 2023" tag on our Tumblr. You’ll also be able to find works posted on AO3 in our Marvel Trumps Hate 2023 collection and links to fills in our Discord server, which you can join to brainstorm prompts, chat about fills, and find out about other fandom events.
Thank you once again to everyone who volunteered their services, time, money, and platforms to spread the word. These are tough times we live in, and it's easy to believe that there's only so much you can do as an individual. But as Tony and Natasha realized throughout their years as Avengers, we become something more than ourselves when we're part of a team.
We may come from different walks of life and hail from different parts of the world. We may be part of different fandoms within the Marvel multiverse. Many of us don't cross paths except this one time of the year. But despite our differences, we share a common goal and because of our differences, we're capable of making the impossible possible. And the only way to do that is, as Steve and Tony learned over their years of knowing each other, together.
And with that, MTH 2023 has officially come to a close. We're so beyond grateful to you all and can’t wait to see all of your fanworks over the coming year! But first, we’re going to follow baby Groot and take a moment to relax.
Lots of love and gratitude,
Your 2023 MTH mods
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blackthorn_possum
See blackthorn_possum’s existing works here.
Preferred contact methods:
Email: [email protected]
Tumblr: possumwoodpie
Discord: possumwoodpie
Preferred organizations:
- Anything from the list of approved organizations
Will create works that contain:
Angst, whump, dark!characters, kink, nsfw, recovery, trauma, humor, farming/gardening, demi/ace characters, non-sexual kink, trans characters
Will not create works that contain:
Kidfic, majority fluff, modern/college/coffeeshop AUs, Omegaverse
-- Fic or Other Writing --
Auction ID: 1003
Will create works for the following relationships:
Bucky Barnes-centric - 616, MCU
Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Brock Rumlow - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Bucky Barnes - 616, MCU
Bucky Barnes/Hydra - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov - 616, MCU
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - 616, MCU
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov - 616, MCU
Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - 616, MCU
Alpine & Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton & Lucky - 616, MCU
Work Description:
This is my first year doing MTH, so I'm very open on pricing and details! I don't have much specific in mind, so let's dream up something great together.
In general, the higher your bid, the longer your fic. Max limit approx 50k, but I am notoriously bad at estimating word length once I get into a story. As for scheduling, I would like to try and get things wrapped up within a year, and the shorter the story, the easier that will be.
I usually write primarily in the MCU with some comics influences. Open to platonic/nonsexual/etc pairings of any of the above offerings.
Not really into domestic/fluffy AUs or most modern ones, unless it involves trauma, goat farming, or gardening. Would love to do some kinky ShrinkyClinks, or trans characters. Open to discussion about monster AUs. No matter what I'm writing, some humor always manages to sneak in, even if it's dark.
You may notice that a lot of my work deals with non-con and HTP. I am totally interested in writing things that are NOT that, if that's not your cup of tea! That's just where I happened to get started with some of my writing. But, y'know, kink is always fun, and I'll gladly provide for your crackiest, darkest HTP desires if you like :3
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit
Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!
CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK
-- Podfic --
Auction ID: 2003
Will create works for the following relationships:
Bucky Barnes-centric - Any Universe
Bucky Barnes/Any - Any Universe
Steve Rogers-centric - Any Universe
Brock Rumlow-centric - Any Universe
Natasha Romanov-centric - Any Universe
Tony Stark-centric - Any Universe
Clint Barton-centric - Any Universe
Work Description:
I am just starting out in my podfic practice, but I'd love to put your story to audio! You can see a few examples of my previous pods on my AO3 page. The most recent one is Haunted House by Rainbow_WinterBones, and that will give you the best idea of my current mic quality and setup (previous pods were done with an older mic.)
The higher starting bid reflects the time needed for both recording and editing.
The longest pod I've done so far is 20 min, about 4k words, but I'm willing to go for longer stories. The higher the bid, the longer the pod!
They may take a while for me to start and complete, as I often have to wait until I am home alone for the best recording environment, but I will do my best to get them done by the 2024 deadline, probably earlier.
I'm open to many pairings and any rating for podfic recording, but do be aware that I am an American who is not super practiced at doing accents in my voice work. I'll do my best, but especially for Wakandan characters, I'm hesitant to take on more than I'm capable of doing justice for. I'm also open to doing Hydra-focused podfics for any universe.
Do feel free to DM me and ask more specific questions!
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit
Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!
CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK
The auction runs from October 22 (12 AM ET) to October 28 (11:59:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!
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Marvel Felt Sachets
I’m going to be offering some of my felt sachets for the Marvel Trumps Hate 2020 fandom charity auction, so I made this post to collect examples of the designs that I’ve done so far into one place!
Quick details - each one is an about 4.5 inch diameter (11.43 cm) felt beanbag-style sachet, decorated with a character logo/design, and filled with rice and some sort of scent (so far I’ve used cloves, cinnamon, and apricot tea)
#crafts#my art#marvel trumps hate#first time offering something for mth!#now just have to figure out the form...#felt sachets#arc reactor#iron man#winter soldier#black widow#hawkeye
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Weekly Recap | October 4th-10th 2021
Sorry it's a bit late, I had a three day weekend and I was very very lazy :P
ALSO this week is the Preview Week for the Marvel Trumps Hate auction!!! The Preview Week is when you can have a look at all the offerings, spot the ones you're interested in, and even sign up and save your favourites in a watchlist before bidding week starts! You can find my auction listing on Tumblr and on the MTH website. This year, I will be offering one fic cover/banner and one typesetting auction - turning a fic into a book! 😃 If you're interested in any of those, make sure you head over to my offerings page and add me to your watchlist!
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The Buck Stops Here by theemdash/ @theeemdash (Canon divergent, Presidential Candidate Steve Rogers | < 1K | Teen): The presidential campaign trail has been tough on Steve Rogers, luckily his campaign manager and best guy is along to take care of him.
serpentine serenade by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Naga AU, PWP | 3K | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-Con): Bucky returns from a long mission and finds Steve in rut. (Part 4 of Kinktober 2021)
i'm gone in such a blaze by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Shrunkyclunks, PWP | 1K | Explicit): “C’mon, Stevie, I know you can do better than that.” (Part 2 of as you seep on in 'verse, Part 6 of Kinktober 2021)
💙 a rocky heart for breaking teeth by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Hunkyclunks aka Modern Beefy Steve/Winter Soldier Bucky, Dom/Sub AU | 25K | Explicit): Bucky takes a sip of his drink, his gaze still locked with the sub over the rim of the glass. He sees the curiosity in those forget-me-not-blue eyes, that flash of interest, of attraction. It makes Bucky’s blood set ablaze under his skin, like a match striking a dry surface, igniting from friction. It’s a feeling he hasn’t in a long time—decades, even, considering he’d been chemically castrated during his imprisonment as the Winter Soldier and is now pumped up with enough suppressants to—well, to abate the intense needs of a super soldier that happens to be a Dominant. (Part 5 of Kinktober 2021)
💙 a shrinking violet no more by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical Royalty AU, A/B/O | 7K | Explicit): He drinks up everything Bucky says as he promises himself, commits himself. Steve aches to touch him, to undress him and reveal that sweet body, to bring his omega pleasures that he cannot fathom. He wants to open this flower, take his body like no other ever has, to hoard every moan and tremble. His blood sings at the promise of it, the certainty that their bodies will be joined as one in mere hours. Steve simply cannot wait to devour his omega whole, to make him his forever. (Part 7 of Kinktober 2021)
💙 a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning by voxofthevoid / @voxofthevoid (Vampire Bucky, Werewolf Steve | 13K | Explicit): How to Cope When Your Werewolf Soulmate Tries to Kill You With Sex: A Beginner’s Guide by James Buchanan Barnes. (sequel to your smoking gun's the tip of your tongue)
Reheating by fandomfluffandfuck/ @fandomfluffandfuck (Uni AU, Hockey | 20K | Explicit): Steve Rogers, center, first line. Bucky Barnes, right defenseman, first line. Steve cannot possibly make it through this year with his roommate being fucking Bucky. It’s not that the guy is too messy or stays up too late or anything as simple as that, it’s something that Steve can’t possibly approach him about… right? Like, saying, “hey can you stop being so fucking attractive for a second because it’s driving me insane,” is not the same as saying to someone, “hey could you quit leaving your clothes all over our floor so I don’t trip and die?” Good thing Bucky will end up beating him to punch, huh? (Part 2 of On Thin Ice)
💙 5 times Steve was Bucky’s Prince Charming (and 1 time he was a frog) by kocuria, kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria (Shrunkyclunks, Musician Bucky | 20K | Mature): It starts like this: Boy meets boy. Or, to be more exact: boy meets Captain America. Boy decides trolling is absolutely the way to go about his crush. Since, clearly, there’s no pigtails to pull. What the boy does not realize is: while trying to troll Captain America might seem like a sound plan, trolling Steve Rogers? Oh, that is bound to backfire.
💙 Falling Back on Forever by ftmsteverogers/ @transbucky (Canon Divergent, Winter Soldier Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky | 24K | Explicit): Bucky falls from the train in 1945. Steve jumps right after him. The Winter Soldier and the Midnight Patriot are the world's most feared duo, serving HYDRA and leaving a trail of bodies a mile wide behind them. But then they remember.
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A Tapestry of Two by BlueSimplicity/ @bluesimplicity73 (Post-Winter Soldier, Mute Bucky | 2/? | 9K | Explicit): Ever since DC, things haven’t been easy for Bucky Barnes. HYDRA stole everything from him, even his voice, and two months later he’s barely surviving as he struggles to pull the few scraps of himself left into a cohesive whole. Until he gets his hands on a blanket and everything changes. Fascinated by its color and softness, he begins a journey he never would have imagined. Taken in by a stranger who teaches him to knit, Bucky slowly discovers he is so much more than a dropped stitch in the fabric of life. With time, patience, and the help of a few who have had their eyes on him for a long time, Bucky begins to turn himself into something stronger, softer and more beautiful than before, weaving a tapestry of friendship, laughter and love warm enough to embrace the entire world, fix old wrongs, and wrap around the only other person who never stopped believing in him.
💙 Give the Devil His Due by kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria, thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical Fantasy AU, Demon Steve | 2/4 | 16K | Explicit): "What is your name?" is all Bucky can think to ask, even though there are a million other things that should probably be said. Those curious blue eyes seem to consider him, his head tilting slightly in thought. He holds out his hand, and it's only then that Bucky realizes that it isn't stained with blood. Or at least, it can't be blood. For blood is not black. "Steve," the man says, but his voice sounds strange when he says it, like he’s asking a question rather than saying a decided fact.
💙 Read, White & Blue by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Shrunkyclunks, Librarian Bucky | 3/16 | 14K | Teen): If Steve was certain one thing would have stayed the same during his sixty-something years in the ice, it was that libraries were still the place to go if you needed information. And Steve needed information. Lots and lots of it. aka Librarian Bucky helps freshly desfrosted Steve learn how to use computers and catch up on everything he missed whilst he was in the ice.
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💙 happily ever after has bite marks in it by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Canon Divergent, Werewolf Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky | 29K | Explicit): In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of. (Part 1 of in this story, you have claws)
💙 there's a light at the crack that's separating your thighs by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Werewolf Steve, Winter Soldier Bucky, PWP | 26K | Explicit): Three times Steve and Bucky almost get caught having sex, and the one time the Avengers walk in on them. (Part 2 of in this story, you have claws)
💙 series: Sugar Sugar by geneticallydead/ @geneticallydead (Shrunkyclunks, Sugar Daddy Steve, Daddy Kink | 3 works | 19K | Explicit): The first time Steve sees Bucky Barnes, he knows he is so fucked. He can’t be older than 20. He looks up when Steve comes into the lab – summoned by Tony to check out the latest suit redesign – and bites down on his plush lower lip and smiles shyly at Steve. So, so fucked. OR Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.
💙 series: Werewolf? There Wolf by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)/ @leveragehunters (Werewolf Steve, Modern Bucky | 5 works | 65K | Teen): After the car accident that cost him his arm and the endless rehabilitation that got him his shiny metal Stark Industries replacement, Bucky's happy for a break from people. The house in the forest is peaceful, town's a fair distance away, and he's got no neighbours...except maybe a blue-eyed wolf and possibly a naked guy named Steve.
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ramblin about fuckin uhh. sao/namrask dawning junk
namrask has also literally never experienced dawning before. like i imagine he’s never wanted anything to do with human traditions because he has his own that he’d rather abide by. but like, do the houses even celebrate the old traditions and holidays as they used to? he’s seen how they are now, how new eliksni aren’t brought up in the ways of riis like he and few remaining others were.
i think at first dawning might feel like a bitter time for him, maybe a tradition he’d want to avoid because it brings back painful memories of his own transgressions and what he’ll probably no longer get to experience as well as he used to be able to when he was young.
for him to celebrate dawning with sao isn’t something that happens right away, or even easily. he sees the changes in the city, in the weather, in the people, whisperings and joyous exclamations. none of it falls on deaf ears, and he has his curiosities, but at first he’s not keen on celebrating it. partially because of the previous mentions, but also like, in the MtH verse, sao’s opening him up to the goodness of humanity, and in a way he feels like he doesn’t have the right to celebrate it. like he kind of segregates himself at the beginning, but BECAUSE sao is in his life, it’s not something that’s just brushed to the side.
he and sao have gotten closer at this point as friends, so he trusts them and feels more at ease around them when it comes to, well, a lot of things. they’ve helped him feel far more welcome in the city than many others, so like, when they bring it up to him, he’s a bit more willing to listen to what they have to say. he doesn’t admit it out loud, he never has, but he likes listening to them speak, he enjoys how their eyes light up when they talk about the things they love.
it starts small. the first thing regarding the holiday that he takes notice of is how colorful everything is, and how different the palettes are from the festival of the lost. he takes a liking to the different kinds of patterns that are weaved within tapestries, pillows, blankets, hell, he even finds a vague sense of humor (but also great confusion and even disgust) in horribly knitted dawning sweaters.
sao suggests he try out some designs of his own to sell at his stand, and they offer to help come up with patterns, designs, and palette combinations since he’s still new to it all. he takes the suggestion and thinks about it, then ultimately decides that if he’s going to settle in properly, he needs to muscle up and adapt. soon enough, they’re creating festive quilts and covers together- for both human and eliksni alike.
he enjoys the time they spend together, and he finds himself enamored by the designs they offer to him- dare I say,,, he finds their creatively and eye for design utterly attractive??? sao meanwhile absolutely enjoys watching him weave so smoothly, all four hands working with such grace, how hard he’s focused, and both of them realize that he’s got his own decent eye for creation as well. like this whole thing makes him realize that he can do more design wise than just the standard and simple.
when they aren’t together, sao goes out to make and deliver dawning gifts to their allies and friends, and, again, they attend those knitting classes with zavala and eva. they recall namrask idly speaking about himself as he weaved, and what colors he seemed to brighten up to most whenever they caught his eye. dawning is a busy time, though, and a short one, so they really put a lot of their time into making this bigass cozy sweater for nam- and, honestly, they probably had help from their fireteam too because he’s archon-sized, for heaven’s sake.
namrask meanwhile has. no fucking idea what to get sao. like, he learns about the traditions enough to where it’s custom for ppl to give gifts to those they like/love. and he’s like. oh. OH. i must get them a gift too. and it becomes kind of a big deal to him because he wants to show sao how much he genuinely appreciates them and how happy they make him. in the end? i have. no idea what he’d give them sldfgkhb. sorry, that’s. incredibly anticlimactic, i know. maybe extra credit could be added if he comes up empty handed and sao’s like “it’s okay dude, getting to spend your first dawning with u is enough💖”
but!! i think in between this, he also ends up getting caught up in other dawning festivities too without initially trying to. like, he’s with sao some of the time, and they’re doing dawning things, so he’s like. ugh. fine. i may as well participate too if i am going to be here. but only a little.
but like!! he sees!! he sees why these things make sao happy, even if he can’t relate to everything as deeply as they do, but like, some of it reminds him of the sweeter, warmer parts of when everything was alright, and like. after a big talk with sao about it, he realizes that he’s tired of fleeing from these things too, and that maybe it’s alright for him to let go and enjoy new things that spark old feelings and create new, delightful ones too.
and like, when they DO give him the sweater, he’s just. absolutely shocked that they put forth the effort to make something this lovely for him. HIM of all people!! he’s at a loss for words at first, but it’s not long before he’s quickly trying it on, feeling at the fabric, letting out quiet chitters and squeaks (which he ONLY makes around those he feels safe with, and when he’s VERY happy), and it’s like. literally one of the best gifts that he’s been given in fucking YEARS. it actually brings him to tears and he’s like,, no no you cannot see me like this. and sao just. hushes him and gently wipes away his tears, reassuring him that there’s no shame in his reaction. he’s still their big strong warrior 💙 which. of course makes him kind of melt but freeze at the same time. probably ends up shoving his face into them to hide any more reactions, but also to feel their presence and warmth, and who is sao to say no!! of course they fucking hug him 💖💖💖
sao also asks him if he’ll attend to next year’s tower party, to which he replies “absolutely not.” “well, when, then?” “never, I’m afraid. I’m too old and worn out for such haphazard activities.” but it’s bullshit because a few years later he DEFINITELY ends up going.
#mending the heel fic#akileuks come down#namrask#sao cidon#tall post under the cut! -/#well this became a fucking hallmark christmas movie#destiny 2
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HogwartsToAlexandria
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Will create works that contain:
For Gen to Teen Content, I enjoy writing about: Canon divergent fics that avoid all or key angsty elements (canonical MCDs included), Complete AUs.
Fluff, Family and Domestic vibes, Found Family and Strong Friendships, Adoptions, Pregnancy, Surrogacy, Mpreg, Trans Male Pregnancy, Any Stage of a child-oriented prospect, Temporary De-Aging. Also yes to platonic pairs parenting together!!
Proposals, Weddings, Honeymoons, First Time Everything, Moving in Together, Roommates.
Casual intimacy. Sharing clothes. Platonic caretaking. Feeding/Cooking for others. Love languages. Teaching each other things. Bonding over shared interests.
Identity headcanons: all of them, whether gender, or sexuality.
Disability representation and neurodiversity representation.
Hurt/Comfort: I could get as serious or silly as you want as long as the focus stays on the comfort/happy or hopeful/meaningful ending. (Meaning I will absolutely write about serious diseases and even terminal illnesses if we can find a silver lining of some sort for our ship.)
For Mature and Explicit Content of a sexual nature I enjoy A Lot Of Things but have a small list 😁:
Size differences, Age differences, Strength differences, Biting, Hickeys, Kissing, Touching Anywhere, Hair-pulling, Hair-petting, Licking, Honor bondage, Predicament bondage, Wall sex, Non-bed sex but also Bed sex haha, Bath sex, Oral sex, Face-sitting, Face-Fucking, Awkward but fun sex, First Time First Time trying a new position or kink.
Kink Negotiations, Establishing kink dynamics, BDSM whether formal or not, Kneeling, Presenting, Collars as wedding rings, Contracts, Service Kink, Glassy-eyed subs, Caring Doms, Verbal Humiliation and Physical Degradation, Cuckolding, Rough Sex, Gentle Aftercare, Watersports, Spitting, Snowballing, Rimming, Felching, Fingering (mouth, vaginal or anal is all fine), Breathplay (from strangling to full-on latex suits, sheets, bags), Pain play (from spanking to whipping and everything in between as long as it doesn't break skin)....
Age play: from Daddy/Mommy kink to full on Cg/l (Sexual Age Play/Infantilism is also okay if all negotiations are made in Adult headspace).
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1st and 2nd Person POV.
Serious shovel talks and family/friends reacting badly to ship's relationship.
Bullying.
Issuefic: fic that focuses on issues relating to bigotry/prejudice.
On-screen abuse whether verbal, physical or sexual. (Brief scenes of canonically shitty parents are okay.)
Hopeless Endings.
Cheating.
Excessive jealousy or possessiveness.
Gaslighting.
Non-kinky indifference/humiliation.
Total erasure or villification of canon partners, best friends parents/parental figures,
Character or Ship bashing,
Team Cap/Iron Man discourse,
POC Characters in the therapist or matchmaker friend trope.
Head/Eye trauma.
Graphic depictions of open wounds.
Blood play (Except for Vampire AUs).
Scats, vomit, vore.
Micro-Macro,
Sex under Any influence (sex pollen, alcohol...),
Misgendering,
Non-gender comforming terms for trans characters if not IC, Pushiness about sex,
Gender and race kink.
Non-con.
Bad BDSM practices (RACK ok, but I won't write about like, someone ignoring safewords for example.)
Top/Bottom discourse.
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Will create works for the following relationships:
Phil Coulson/Tony Stark - MCU
JARVIS/Tony Stark - MCU
Happy Hogan/Tony Stark - MCU
Stephen Strange/Wong - MCU
Tony Stark/Sam Wilson - MCU
Ned Leeds/Peter Parker - MCU
James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark - MCU
Peter Parker/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange - MCU
James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Steve Rogers - MCU
Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark - MCU
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Heya! So, as the ships I listed may hint at, I'm going for a rare pairs auction this year. I would absolutely love to write something for any of these pairings and probably more rare pairs that didn't make the 10, so if yours isn't there do reach out in the MTH server or in DMs to ask , chances are I also love it haha.
I'm a big fan of fluff as my deets showed, and smut if also my happy place so if that's you too, we'll be well-matched. I would also love it if you shared my interest in fics that focus on marginalized identities and bodies, whether that's in term of gender, sexuality, skin color and culture or disability and neurodiversity or even size.
I'm offering a 1k minimum fic, 5k maximum (if bids end up at 25$ and upwards).
I will not be able to start working on it before January, but we can talk about it at length before that and you can tell me all the ways you want our faves to be happy!
Feel free to look through my works and pick things you like if you'd like something similar in vibe or if you're short on prompts! As for your involvement once I start writing, if you'd like to cheer me on that'd be fun too but it's not a requirement at all. We'll play it by ear!
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State of the Fic
Hey, all! I’m back with another monthly roundup! This month, I really didn’t post as much as I did over the summer. I mentioned last month that classes started up again but I didn’t start teaching until the first week in September and this might be the busiest I have ever been with my teaching schedule. Honestly, I devote more hours now to teaching than I ever did for in-person classes. But I do find the time to write here and there and fortunately, I was able to push my qualifying exams back to the spring when they would normally have been during this fall so that was nice
WIPs
More Complicated than a Smash and Grab: Chapters 13-15 posted this month, I’m trying to stick to an updated every two weeks schedule (it’s not official in case I fall behind) so hopefully this work will be completed by the end of the year
Kissed by a Muse: started posting! Chapters 1 and 2 posted this month, this work also has a tentative every two weeks schedule alternating with Smash and Grab
Recently Posted
Soft Summer Darkness: posted on September 1
After, after it is over, after the war has been won—though by who, Bucky cannot say—after pardons are granted, after he steps foot on American soil as a free man, after, he seeks out Stark.
They call Bucky whole and he snorts at the thought. He is not whole. He has a new, working arm, yes, and enough memories to last two lifetimes but he is not whole. He broke apart long ago, splintered into a thousand glittering pieces in a lab in Azzano, ground into dust on a mountaintop in Switzerland, made into something new in a bunker in Siberia, shattered in a river. He is Bucky—and yet, he is also the Winter Soldier and James and the White Wolf and something that doesn’t quite belong to any of the four though he doesn’t know what to call it.
And he thinks, I am not the only one. He hears the stories that Natasha tells of the years following Stark’s phoenix-like rise from Afghanistan and he thinks, He could help.
OR: Bucky decides to retire instead of becoming a superhero again
Pipe the Three Words Lightly: posted on September 4
Sometimes, these bad days happen. Sometimes, Bucky wonders why he ever thought he would be good enough for Tony. Sometimes, he loathes himself for asking that they keep their relationship quiet for a few months.
Luckily, on these days, Tony is right there beside him to promise he's not going anywhere.
you can’t be married (i’m trying to set you up) part 2: posted on September 12, part of the 1000 Followers Celebration
Steve finally gets tired of Natasha trying to set him up on a date so he tells her that he’s married. It’s too bad she doesn’t actually believe him.
The Shop on Iris Lane: posted on September 18
No matter what his sister or his best friend claim, Jaskier isn’t lonely. How could he be? He’s got his shop and his regulars and brunch with the other shop owners on the street, what’s to be lonely about?
So maybe he sometimes wishes he could hold someone at night. So maybe he’s getting tired of the constant one night stands. So maybe this isn’t the life he envisioned for himself when he was younger. He’s perfectly happy, right?
At least, he is until a tattoo artist with the most unusual eyes moves in next door with his daughter and shows him that there’s more to life than selling flowers and strumming his guitar.
Asking for Trouble: posted on September 20
Bucky meets a cute customer at work - with the most unusual nickname
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow: posted on September 26, part of the 1000 Followers Celebration, part 3 of The Play’s the Thing
It's been years since anyone besides Maria's friends joined her for lunch. There had been a time once when everyone knew that if you wanted to speak with Maria Stark, you found her at the little cafe by the park but that time is long gone. The offers had mostly stopped coming some twenty years ago and then she had had Tony and the offers had stopped altogether and now Maria Stark often ate alone, almost always unbothered because who would notice an old, washed-up actress like herself?
Rocky Road and Mint Chocolate Chip: posted on September 30
A Ko-fi Thunderiron fic about ice cream, featuring dramatic Tony and long suffering Thor
Sunbursts: posted throughout the month
A Ko-fi Stuckony fic about summer and the things our boys get up to (mostly lots of naps)
Coming Up
1. 1000 Followers Celebration: You Got the Heart of a Phoenix, Bewitched Body and Soul, and Spoils of War are all coming up soon so keep an eye out!
2. Winteriron Western arranged marriage
3. A King for Christmas: underwent the first round of edits this month, be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged when I start posting, and, as always, all related posts can be found under #a king for christmas
4. With Smash and Grab hopefully wrapping up at the end of this year, it’s time to start thinking about the next long fic I’ll be working on so expect a poll coming out about that soon
5. I’ll also be setting a schedule for the next year’s round of long one shots and would like to get y’all’s opinion on what fics you’d like to see next year so I’ll be posting a poll for that as well but that’ll be happening after MTH
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My first entry for MTH 2019, @marveltrumpshate
Characters: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Howard Stark
Tags: Marriage, Secret Identity, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff
Words: 7.514
Summary:
Married life has done wonders for Tony. He has mostly cut down on his working hours, he eats regularly, he takes care not to accidentally blow himself up in his lab. Life is good.
Then Steve comes home bleeding and that carefully built house of cards threatens to fall apart.
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Steve is late. That in itself is no reason to worry, but Tony has become practised at estimating when Steve will stay late at work. It all depends on how much he fusses in the morning, how often he tells Tony he loves him, with words or kisses or smiles.
Everything was fine this morning. When Steve came back from his run, they had breakfast together, after which Tony did his best to make Steve late by joining him in the shower. Still, Steve seemed to want to linger when he went down to the garage to drive off to work.
Steve said he would be home by six. Now it is almost eight and Tony is getting nervous. He is being stupid, of course, because Steve can take care of himself, but considering that both their working hours are crazy, two less hours they can spend together in the evening is a real loss.
Dinner is cooking on the stove when Tony finally hears the door open. He glares at the pasta sauce as if it is at fault for him becoming emotional when he is missing his husband.
“Darling, I’m home,” Steve calls. That is something Tony will never get tired of. The pet names. The fact that they have a home together, that he is home for Steve.
“I'm in the kitchen,” Tony calls back and turns up the stove to get the pasta boiling.
“I’ll be right with you,” Steve says, accompanied by the shoe cabinet opening and closing. Contrary to Tony, Steve always puts his shoes away instead of just throwing them in a corner. “I’ll just take a shower first.”
Tony is not sure what compels him to go out in the hall. There is nothing wrong with Steve wanting to clean up before dinner. He has had a strange feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach all evening, however, and he needs to make sure that Steve is really there and all right. They usually greet each other before anything else too. Steve cannot be dirty enough to warrant an immediate shower before kissing Tony.
The light in the hall is still turned off, but Tony left the kitchen door open, so he can see Steve well enough. The pit in his stomach immediately widens. The first thing he notices is the cut running down Steve’s left temple. A smudge of reddish brown has Steve’s hair sticking together over his ear, and the outlines of a bruise are already visible against Steve’s pale skin.
Tony freezes in place, unsure how to deal with the fact that his husband has come home visibly wounded. With actual blood sticking to the side of his face.
Steve’s expression does not help. It is a mixture of a grimace and pinched regret. He opens his mouth, no doubt to make sense of things but Tony gets there first.
“Why are you bleeding?” Tony does not recognize his voice, too flat and too hoarse. He still cannot move.
“I’m not –” Steve begins, then changes track with a sheepish smile as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. “That’s just a small scratch.”
“Small as in running along the entire left side of your face,” Tony clarifies. With a jerk, he steps forward, right into Steve’s space.
“Just on the temple,” Steve says and tries to move his head out of Tony’s reach. He does not fight, though, when Tony cups his jaw and holds him in place to better look at the cut.
It has been cleaned already and appears shallow enough to not need any stitches. Tony is no expert, of course, and he would prefer to wrap Steve’s entire head in bandages as to not risk to do just the slightest bit wrong here. Head wounds are dangerous, right?
“How did this happen?” Tony asks, a bad feeling spreading inside his chest. He knows how this happened. Not any details, but Steve’s line of work offers dozens of opportunities to get hurt every day.
“We were cataloguing some stuff down in the archive.” Steve smiles slightly, but his eyes are too attentive to make his bashful expression believable. “They should really take better care with how they stack the crates. Long story short, I was clumsy and knocked over a tower. Didn’t pull my head away quickly enough. Phil’s spent the whole time complaining about the paperwork he’ll have to fill out because of this.”
Crates down in the museum archive. Of course. And Steve is always so clumsy, Tony totally noticed that before.
Without a word, he pulls Steve towards the kitchen where the light is better. He half hopes that Steve will protest because seeing his husband hurt puts Tony in a mood to yell at something – preferably Steve himself for not taking better care of himself.
In the kitchen, he pushes Steve into a chair and says, “Let me see.”
Steve tilts his head obligingly, even while he protests. “It’s already taken care of. Don’t worry.”
Tony stills for a moment to better glare at Steve. “Don’t tell me not to worry when my husband is bleeding.”
It could be worse, Tony tells himself as he looks at the cut. He could have taken some serious damage and not come home at all. Tony might have gotten a call from Coulson or Barton telling him that, once again, Steve would not be home tonight. Even with obvious signs of damage, Tony prefers Steve to be within touching distance.
“Your husband’s a big boy,” Steve says, although he is kind about it. He likes to fuzz over Tony too.
Tony has no interest in being kind at the moment, however, and snaps, “Who is shit at taking care of himself. So sit down and let me get the first-aid kit.”
He has not yet moved more than a foot away when Steve’s hand reaches out and grabs his arm, holding him back. “Tony,” he says, almost a plea.
While Tony stays where he is, he is careful not to appear like he is giving in. “Steve.”
They stare at each other for a long moment, right until Tony’s eyes wander back to the spot of red on Steve’s temple.
“It’s really all right,” Steve says. “Coulson wouldn’t let me go home without making sure.”
That might be the case because Coulson is, above all else, very correct when it comes to proper protocol, but that does not change the fact that Steve is hurt.
“Where else?” Tony asks. He pulls his arm out of Steve’s grasp and crosses it in front of himself.
Steve does a passably good impression of being confused, pulling up his eyebrows and looking down at himself as if searching for whatever made Tony think there is more he is hiding.
“Where else what?” he asks, offering his hand again, hoping Tony will take it. “I’ve only got the one scratch.”
“Nonsense,” Tony snaps, making Steve wince, although he does not take any satisfaction from that. He is worried, not angry. Not much, in any case. “You were walking funny, so what is it? Your rib again? Or something more serious?” Treating this as a technical problem is easier than thinking about his husband being hurt. “You’re not bleeding, like, internally, yes? Because I’m not equipped to handle that at home.”
Steve’s eyes widen as he looks at Tony. Not exactly as if he thinks Tony has gone mad, but like Steve is not sure how they got here and how he can manoeuvre them back out. Employees of the Smithsonian do not regularly get internal bleeding while working. Steve knows that, and Tony knows that too. Which makes it clear that Tony knows something more. More than he is supposed to.
“I’m not – Tony, I got in the way when a crate fell to the ground,” Steve says, sticking to his story. “Where do you get the idea that I could have internal bleeding?”
It hurts, Tony realises. He loves Steve, more than he ever thought he could love anything, and he is reasonably sure that Steve loves him too. Yet he comes home with blood on his face and pain mirrored on his features, and lies to Tony. For some honourable reason, probably, but Tony is tired of it.
He turns around and fishes the first-aid kit out of a kitchen cupboard. They have several of them stacked around the house, Tony made sure of that once he noticed Steve's tendency to come home hurt.
“Did someone actually look you over?” Tony asks, ignoring Steve’s attempts to brush this off. “You might have a concussion.”
He is not equipped to deal with anything more than a scratch, and he is not willing to risk his husband’s well-being just to keep up a lie.
Steve shifts to put his hand on Tony’s where it is clenched around the lid of the first-aid kit. Despite having half a mind to ignore the gesture, Tony turns his hand so they can intertwine their fingers. The contact helps. It anchors Tony in the present, where Steve is sitting in front of him
Only then Steve opens his mouth. “I’m really all right.”
That is likely meant to sound reassuring, but it is the last straw for Tony. “You’re a shit liar,” he snaps and snatches his hand away from Steve’s again.
He turns to the first-aid kit and gets out butterfly stitches for the cut on Steve's temple. It takes effort to keep his movements measured instead of turning around to simply tug up Steve’s shirt to look for more wounds himself. He can get a hint when he is meant to back off, but he hates it.
“I’m not –” Steve begins but wisely shuts up when Tony whirls around to glare at him.
“Don’t they check you agents before sending you home after a mission?”
Steve’s reaction to agents and mission is easily visible, even if Tony had not been looking for it. His shoulders draw up, his entire posture straightens, ignoring whatever wound he is hiding under his shirt. Too late he remembers to look confused.
“What are you talking about?” Steve asks, too alert to be believable – not that Tony would have.
This is the last opportunity for Tony to keep up the status quo. He can make a joke about the museum throwing their employees at artefacts like lemmings over a cliff. He could feign ignorance like he has done for the past two years of their marriage – even before that, really.
Tony is tired of this, however, so he says, much calmer than he feels, “Steve, I know you’re not working for the Smithsonian.” A small smile tugs at Tony’s lips and he does not fight it. “That’s honestly the most generic secret identity, and I don’t know who thought you could pull it off. The only thing you actually know something about is art. And not even art history, just pen-on-paper art.”
If Tony had been actually interested in talking in-depth about whatever exhibits Steve was supposedly acquiring or caring for at his fake job at the Smithsonian, it would not have taken any time at all for Tony to realize that Steve was full of shit. If he had not known, that would have likely felt like a betrayal.
“Are you all right?” Steve counters, suddenly very calm. The genuine, exhausted smile has been replaced by something strained, pursed lips beneath watchful eyes. Between the two of them, it is really just Tony who can lie in any capacity.
Tony shrugs, although the gesture feels everything but nonchalant. “Don’t worry. I’m not angry you didn’t tell me, although I hope you would have at some point,” he says. His eyes are turned down, trained on his hands to keep them from fiddling. “I mean, you could have died at any time and I would have never known the real reason and that would suck. But I get it.”
He is starting to ramble. So much for being a good liar. The mere thought of losing Steve is too much to consider. He never felt whole before Steve stepped into his life and now he cannot imagine ever being without him again.
There are downsides, like Barton getting constantly in trouble, or Natasha regularly threatening all of them with bodily harm, or Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering, which has only gotten worse since they manned up and got into a relationship together.
Steve’s friends are part of the upside too, but mostly there is just Steve. Steve completing Tony’s life. Steve making Tony into a better person, Steve being there to catch him, Steve loving him.
He cannot lose that. He does not care for national security at all as long as Steve will always come home to him.
“Calm down, Tony,” Steve says, sounding like he is very far away, but Tony will always hear him.
Steve’s voice grounds him like nothing else in the world does. The unease is not gone, but Tony shakes his head and smooths his expression into something less desperate. Better to keep busy.
“Perhaps once I made sure you’re not going to die,” Tony replies flippantly, uncurling his shoulders as if that can erase the fact that he feels like he is going crazy. His hand taps an erratic pattern against his leg as he orders, “Take off your shirt.”
Steve does not move. His face is that painfully tense kind of collected that means his thoughts are racing while he is trying to stay ahead of them. At his side, his fingers twitch like he wants to reach out for Tony, but he ultimately keeps his distance. Tony tells himself that does not hurt.
“I feel like we should talk about this first,” Steve says, his voice too calm.
Tony really does not want to do that. That would mean admitting that Steve has lied to him for years and that Tony let him. They have a good system going on. They love each other, and if Steve occasionally stays away for entire weeks because the museum apparently needs him to go unearth some artefact from Egypt himself, Tony kissed him goodbye and made sure that he has Steve’s favourite food in the house for when he comes back.
They do not need to hash out why exactly Tony did not believe that story but went digging into Steve’s personal matters the second time he came home after these extended trips, showering Tony with love but lying about everything else.
“What’s there to talk about?” Tony asks, wincing at how high-pitched he sounds. “You’re working for SHIELD. You’re some kind of special agent, along with happy-go-lucky Clint and ex-soviet spy Natasha. You didn’t think I’d believe she got her murder strut from ballet, right? And Coulson’s the one who makes sure you don’t get yourself killed on every mission you get sent on.”
He keeps his voice even. Too even perhaps, considering the topic. When he first found out, he was one wrong movement away from snapping. His husband, gentle Steve Rogers who could not hurt a fly, is supposed to be a secret agent, defending their country from dangers from all directions?
Then again, Steve has never been harmless. Put a bully in his path, or the slightest case of inequality, and the whole day is going to end in a mess of fists and arguments. That passion is one of the reasons Tony has fallen in love with Steve. It is just harder to swallow that Steve has made it his day job to put himself in danger on other people’s behalf.
Steve is staring at him, his mouth slightly open like he is prepared to argue but does not yet know how. His effort is already ruined by the too long pause and the shock on his face. “That’s not –”
“No lies, please,” Tony cuts him off, trying to keep any accusation out of his voice. “I know you can’t tell me about it, but please don’t insult me by pretending it’s not true.”
Tony naturally wishes Steve had told him, no matter whether he is allowed to or not, but that is not the point here. Most of all, he is worried about Steve’s safety.
In front of him, Steve seems to shrink. The pretence of confused calm falls off him, leaving him just tired and worried.
“How do you know about that?” he asks, subdued as if he expects Tony to jump up and run out on him. “Since when?”
“Easy, I hacked SHIELD.”
None of that was easy. Tony’s first thought had been that his husband was cheating on him. Truly, that was the option that made the most sense. Steve went to work in one shirt and came back in another. He cancelled dates or just did not show up. His stories about work always seemed a little too practised. And if the Smithsonian really had working hours like that, it would be nothing but an abandoned ruin by now.
Steve was never at home and always had bad excuses for it. Or, worse, he had Clint covering for him. And while Clint is much better at lying, he never managed to hide the pity in his eyes when Tony was rejected again and again.
Cheating was the most sensible solution. Yet Tony did not want to believe it. Turns out, life is sometimes kinder than he expects it to be. Which, of course, left him with the actual possibility of Steve not coming home one day because he died on a mission.
“You –” Steve trails off, eyes wide enough that it looks they are going to fall out. “What?”
The sight has Tony almost laughing, if not for the fact that he did not trust his husband and went digging for his secrets. Really, Steve should not be surprised. Present Tony with a mystery and he does not stop until he has solved it, even if that means hurting himself in the process. He was convinced he would find evidence of Steve not wanting him, after all.
“Well, SHIELD and about every other government agency,” Tony replies with fake nonchalance. He expects Steve to take offence to that. “Some from abroad too. I didn’t exactly look at you and thought you’re a SHIELD guy. It took me a while but I found you.”
He found Steve and his redacted military records and his SHIELD file and a countless number of missions all over the world. He found his father’s signature on Steve’s contract. He found his own name in a section called Possible Conflicts of Interest.
Suffice to say it was a punch to the gut and Tony over-analysed every interaction he had with Steve for weeks, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing happened. Steve continued to go to work, and he continued to tell Tony he loved him with the same fervour. Tony learned to deal with Steve’s secret life. What really matters is the time they spend together.
“When?” Steve asks quietly as if he does not want to know, as if he is not done processing that Tony found out and never told him.
“Two years ago.”
They have been married for three. Tony thinks swallowing Steve’s lies for a whole year before he went looking for answers on his own is a lot longer than he would have believed himself capable of. Part of him did not want to know, of course, because he thought he was the problem.
Steve closes his eyes and turns his head as if he cannot bear to look at Tony any longer. “I – and you never said –” He stumbles over the words as if they hurt him. With visible effort, he forces his eyes back open. “You’re not angry?”
Tony takes Steve’s hand and waits until Steve looks at him. “No,” he then answers simply.
He had been angry, of course. At the same time, he had been so relieved that he was not going to lose Steve to some other lover that he almost made his peace with it. He naturally has been keeping tabs on Steve since then, and might have put a tracker in his phone. Just in case.
Steve believes him. Nothing else could explain the way he suddenly clings to Tony’s hand as if it is the only thing keeping him from drowning. With a long, halting exhale, Steve shakes his head. “I don’t know what to say. I never wanted to lie to you, but they’re strict about that and I thought you might be safer this way, and I didn’t want to –”
“Steve,” Tony cuts him off softly. It is usually him who starts rambling when nervous. To see Steve lose his head like that just makes him believe they will be fine, no matter their respective breaches of trust. “It’s all right. We’re good. You’re home.”
And Steve is right, of course, about SHIELD agents being contractually obliged to keep their employment secret. Since Tony is the son and godson of both founders, however, he thinks they could have made an exception for him.
That is something he will have to argue about with his father, though. Not Steve. Personally, he considers that topic done for now, although he has no doubts that Steve will want to talk to him about his liberal breach of government agencies’ servers. For now, it is more important to take care of whatever wounds Steve is still hiding.
“Now, take off that shirt,” Tony orders again and does not wait for Steve’s acquiescence before tugging up the hem himself.
Steve hesitates for just another moment and then works on getting his left arm out of the shirt without extending it over the head. That has immediate alarm bells going off in Tony’s head. A growl escapes his throat as he thinks about how he is going to find out who did this to his husband and make their life a living hell from behind the scenes. Nobody ever needs to know it was him, but he will not let anyone get away with hurting Steve.
He did not expect that to make Steve stop his movement or to look at him with sudden hunger.
“What about dinner?” Steve asks, entirely too eager for him to be talking about the pasta cooking behind them.
Realization hits Tony when he looks down and finds his hand pressed possessively against Steve’s stomach, always seeking out Steve’s warmth. That Steve is ready to jump into bed with him after the revelations of this evening is hopefully a good sign.
“Get your head out of the gutter,” Ton says nonetheless and peels his hand off Steve’s skin. He feels the loss of contact dearly. “I want to have a look at whatever other bruises you have gathered from not getting out of the way of a falling tower of crates. I mean, really, Steve?” He clicks his tongue. “The Smithsonian?”
Too soon to joke about it, Tony realizes when Steve’s eyes drop down, biting his lip. “I’m sorry,” he says, almost on the verge of withdrawing completely.
Tony cannot let that happen, so he cups Steve’s jaw and puts their foreheads together for a moment. “You can make it up to me later.”
That is as much a question as it is a promise, and Tony sighs in relief when Steve relaxes in his touch immediately.
“Now who’s thinking dirty?” Steve asks, the corners of his mouth just barely tipping up. His tone lacks the usual suggestiveness and comes out more hesitant, hopeful even.
“I always have dirty thoughts when I’m with you,” Tony quips, deciding that they need to get back to normal as quickly as possible. Nothing has changed, really, apart from Steve knowing that Tony has been aware for years of what he has really been doing at work. “But first we’re going to look at your bruises.”
Tony really, really hopes it is just bruises hiding under Steve’s shirt instead of more blood. He is not sure he could stomach that inescapable evidence of how much danger Steve is in on a daily basis.
Steve keeps looking at Tony for a moment longer, trying to see whether Tony is telling the truth. Then he leans slightly backward to give him more room to manoeuvre and tugs up his shirt. “I’m already bandaged up. It’s fine, I promise.”
True enough, a bandage circles Steve’s torso, sitting right under his left armpit. It looks like it was done by someone who knows what they are doing. Beneath that, however, are still streaks of dried blood staining Steve’s skin.
“I like to wash up at home,” Steve offers quietly when Tony cannot drag his eyes away from the blood.
He cannot deal with this. Knowing Steve is a secret agent is one thing, but seeing him hurt is another. One that has nausea rising in his stomach, and his breathing going shallow despite Steve sitting in front of him, telling him everything is all right.
Tony turns away abruptly back to the kitchen counter, where dinner is still on the stove and likely completely ruined.
“How about you take a shower while I finish dinner? I’m starving.” That is a blatant lie. The only thing Tony needs right now is to go to bed with Steve and be held so he can convince himself that nothing bad is ever going to happen.
Steve gets to his feed and comes up behind Tony, sneaking his arms around him. Like this, he can feel Steve’s ribcage rising and falling. They breathe together for a long minute until Tony turns in Steve’s embrace and buries his face against the crook of Steve’s neck.
“We’re really all right?” Steve asks, barely more than a whisper.
That is what gives Tony enough strength to straighten. “I love you, Steve,” he intones firmly. There will never be any doubt about that. “I’ve known for two years and I’m still here. Just promise me you won’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you to always come home to me.”
His voice cannot convey the sheer amount of urgency he feels, but Steve’s expression softens in a way that tells Tony he understands nonetheless.
“I promise,” Steve says and bows down to place a kiss on Tony’s forehead. “I love you too.”
They could stay like this forever and Tony would die a happy man. It is hard to imagine things not working out while he is being held safe in Steve’s arms. They will be all right.
They finally part when the air is beginning to smell burnt and smoke starts rising from the pasta sauce. Tony curses and whirls around to save how much of it as he can. Steve moves towards the pot containing the pasta, which is probably beyond saving now too.
“We should eat this before I shower,” Steve comments lightly, probably too polite to suggest they scrap dinner altogether and order some pizza.
Looking down at the burned blob of sauce, Tony feels something rise in his throat that he fears is a sob. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead of words laughter bursts over his lips, slightly hysterical but originating from deep inside his belly. Steve looks at him in shock, thrown by the sudden outburst, but soon enough his expression breaks and he joins in the laughter.
Minutes pass before they manage to calm themselves, constantly setting each other off again. Tony’s abdomen burns from the strain and at some point, they start holding on to each other. When silence finally settles, they look at each other, faces flushed and out of breath.
“Come on,” Steve says, “I do want to eat something.”
Tony wants to protest, but Steve is already getting plates out of the cupboard, so he decides to take his failure in stride and puts the sauce on the table.
“Does Clint actually use a bow and arrow?” Tony asks when they are both seated and pick at their food. The good mood has not vanished again and he desperately wants to keep it that way. “It’s in his file and I can imagine him in tights but, I mean, is that whole agency a freak show?”
Steve grins before he catches on and schools his expression into something more serious. “We’re not a freak show.”
To Tony, he does not sound entirely convinced of that himself.
“Says the guy who runs around with a modern Robin Hood, a murderous ballerina and a guy who can recite every regulation, even from a place he’s not actually working at, from heart,” Tony quips. Out of all of Steve’s friends, Phil Coulson, despite how mild-mannered he is, always seemed the most likely to work for a government agency. “What does that make you? Captain America?”
Not a single muscle of Steve’s twitches out of place. For once, he does not give anything away. “Dinner’s getting cold,” he says as if that is a concern. The food can hardly get any worse.
Tony taps his fork against the plate. “You can’t even deflect properly,” he says with exaggerated disappointment. “Where’s that James Bond charm? Do you want me to teach you?”
A hint of a smile appears on Steve’s lips, which Tony counts as a victory. “You made my favourite,” he says and puts a forkful of quickly disintegrating pasta into his mouth.
“Oh, I get it,” Tony says, amazed by Steve’s willingness to eat just to keep Tony from asking any more questions. “You slay them with your stubbornness. That’s a good strategy. But only in theory. Because if they already know something’s up you’ll –”
The rest of Tony’s words get drowned out by Steve’s lips on his, who has leaned over the table, food entirely forgotten. Without protest, Tony reciprocates the kiss. He has a long memory, so he can continue his teasing later. He has waited two years for this, after all. At one point, they should also talk seriously about this.
For now, though, they will enjoy dinner. Perhaps Tony will even let Steve serve dessert first. He is easy to please like that.
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After dinner – or after they finally stopped pretending to eat – Tony sends Steve off to take that shower. He waits until he can hear the water running before he gets out his phone and calls his father.
He cannot get the sight of blood on Steve’s skin out of his head, and he feels the burning need to talk to someone about it. Preferably someone who can do something to keep Steve safe.
While the dial tone rings in Tony’s ear, he brings the pot with the ruined sauce to the sink and fills it with water, watering down the red remains to something pink. Tony shudders. Steve might be seeing that exact same colour in the shower right now.
“Tony, it’s late,” Howard says by way of greeting when the call connects. As far as Tony can hear, it is not meant as an accusation, and Howard does not sound drunk. Sometimes the old man gets into terrible moods and makes life unnecessarily hard on everybody. “Did something happen?”
Tony snorts in response. Too much is happening that he is not privy too.
“I’m so glad you asked,” Tony replies, a hard edge beneath the words. “Because my husband just came home bleeding, telling me some bullshit story about falling crates in a museum archive.”
There is a short pause at the other end, in which Howard breathes deeply. “Steve got hurt at the Smithsonian?”
If Tony had not allowed himself to be fooled for the first years of his relationship with Steve, he would laugh at what terrible liars they all are. It is like they want him to become suspicious. Or, if he looked at it in a more favourable way, they might not like having to lie to him.
“Not you too, Dad,” Tony snaps, rapidly running out of patience. He can joke around with them all day long if he has to, pretending to be clueless, but Steve was hurt enough to be unable to move his arm. That is serious. “Listen, I know he’s with SHIELD. I’ve known for ages.”
Another pause. This one is less amicable and much shorter.
“How?”
No more denial, no more lies. Howard is down to business, his voice hard, even if he does not appear to be surprised. They might have regular arguments about how to lead Stark Industries, but Howard knows that Tony is smart. Smarter than is really good for him, at times.
“I mean, you couldn’t keep SHIELD a secret from Mum and me,” Tony says without giving a clear answer. “And you were just one of the founders instead of going out in the field for days or weeks at a time and coming home with new scars.”
He remembers having been stupidly excited when he found out that his father worked for a secret agency. That was like something straight out of a story. Even more so when he learned Aunt Peggy was Howard’s partner. Aunt Peggy, who was as likely to pick him up from school to treat him to ice cream as she was to teach him how to pick locks.
“All of this is classified information,” Howard says with the long-suffering tone of someone who knows that the damage is already done – and that there will be more. They do know each other well.
“And I’m not going to spread it,” Tony dismisses easily. He has no interest in politics or accidentally starting a war by selling information to the wrong person. He just wants to keep his family safe. “I didn’t even when you killed my pet robot, and I was furious with you then.”
He has no actual interest in revising that old story. That robot had been the first of many, and it kept following everybody around the house for weeks. Howard had taken one look at it and declared it a waste of time, but never protested when the dog made his office into its favourite place in the house. Tony likes to think that was the point where he and his father came to an understanding about what Tony will do with his brain.
“I didn’t kill him,” Howard protests with the same old indignation that has accompanied this argument for years. “Someone was in the house and I needed parts. It’s not my fault it followed me everywhere.”
Tony and his mother had been on a trip. When they came back and found not only the dog dead but that someone had broken into the home and Howard fought them off all by himself, Tony was very disappointed that he missed the whole thing. These days, personal safety is of much more importance.
“It was programmed to protect the family, and it lacked some self-preservation,” Tony argues, not quite an absolution but a concession. In a sly tone, he adds, “A bit like Steve, don’t you think?”
Steve is both loyal to a fault and unable to shirk any fight presented to him. If Bucky’s stories are to be believed, he has always been like that, even when he barely reached up to the bullies’ belly button. He loves art but, considering his personality, it is laughable to assume he would work in a museum instead of becoming a real-life hero.
“Tony,” Howard sighs, drawn-out, as if Tony has ever been one to be impressed by reproaches. ”This is part of why we don’t tell spouses. There is nothing I can do.”
Tony is not just any spouse, though, and he has never stopped at anything before he got what he wants. Right now, he wants Steve save, and Howard is in the perfect position to make that happen – or at least to make it more likely that Steve will keep coming home to Tony.
“Oh yes, there is,” Tony says, voice full of fake cheer.
He holds the phone away from him for a moment to listen for the sound of running water. It would not do to have Steve listen in on this conversation. Once he is satisfied that Steve is still occupied, he puts the phone back against his ear.
His father is talking, likely holding a speech about why exactly Tony cannot get involved in this matter, but he does not bother to listen. He has every intention to be involved.
He clears his throat and seizes his chance to talk when Howard makes an irritated pause.
“Here’s what you will do,” Tony says, no more trace of joking in his tone. “You will triple check everything you have on every mission you send him on. You will give him every support he needs, even if he says he doesn’t need any.” Accounting for Steve’s stubbornness surely will be the hardest part. “And when he comes back, you will make sure he goes through medical, even if he just went out to bring a letter to the post office. You’ll check him from head to toe. I don’t care whether that means he’ll be home a bit later. I might be able to bandage a scratch, but I cannot do anything if he dies in his sleep because his headache was hiding a brain haemorrhage nobody noticed because he said he was fine and you believed him.”
Steve has come home wounded before. He does a good job of hiding it, but once Tony knew to look, he saw all the little signs. The nights when Steve would wear long pyjamas even in summer. The mornings when he surprised Tony with breakfast instead of going on his extensive run. The days when he got a day off just like that. The evenings when Natasha supposedly went too hard on him during their workout.
“Every agent is supposed to check in with medical after a mission,” Howard says, although that is mostly a token protest.
“You know Steve. He’s always fine,” Tony says, almost spitting out the last word. He wonders whether this is how Steve feels when he has to drag Tony out of the workshop after a working binge, completely dehydrated and tired, but naturally willing to go on. “And right now, he’s washing a lot of blood off in our shower.”
Red flashes in Tony’s vision again, causing him to bite his lip until he is back in their kitchen, his knuckles white around the phone. Now that Steve is aware that Tony knows, he might agree to let Tony build him some better body armour. Metal plating, he thinks. From head to toe. No skin exposed that could bruise or bleed.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Howard says. Then, expecting Tony’s protest, he adds, “You know I love the both of you. Steve refuses to get special treatment just because he is married to you, but I’m always looking out for him.”
Tony had nursed many doubts before bringing Steve home with him. About whether his bisexuality would be a problem now that he was serious about another man to whether Howard would come to love Steve more than his own son. Steve is the loveable type, the very dream of all in-laws. They do love Steve, and Tony’s marriage just brought them all closer together.
He has no doubts that Howard is looking out for Steve. He just wants to make sure that Steve’s stubbornness is not going to win.
“I know, Dad,” Tony says quietly, staring in the direction of the bathroom. “I just can’t lose him.” The very thought feels like a crushing weight on his chest.
“We’ll all do our best that you won’t,” Howard promises. His voice is softer than any journalist has ever heard from him. It is nice, to be able to know this side of his father. At some points during Tony’s childhood, he was sure they would never have a friendly relationship.
“Great,” Tony exclaims, his voice choked with emotion. As if on cue, he hears the shower door clang. “The water stopped running so I gotta go. Greet Mum and Jarvis.”
Howard hesitates before he answers and Tony almost thinks they will attempt to talk about his feelings – or rather his fears. Then, however, Howard simply says, “Take care, Tony.”
Tony is relieved when the call disconnects. He should probably talk with his mother at some point. She knows how it feels to wonder whether her husband is going to come home.
He quickly turns to clear the table, but has barely managed to load the plates into the dishwasher, when Steve appears in the kitchen door.
A towel is slung around Steve’s hips, leaving his torso bare. The bandage is untouched, and the skin beneath it is once again clean. No hint of red in sight. Tony breathes in relief, even though he knows it will be some time until he can shake the memory of it.
“Who where you talking to?” Steve asks as he comes into the room. He sounds curious more than accusatory, although he should know who Tony’s conversation was about.
“Bruce,” Tony lies easily and greets Steve with a kiss before he turns back to the table. “He’s going to get me better supplies and show me how to take care of more serious wounds than that scratch.”
He does not quite manage to sound neutral. Learning advanced first-aid has never been on Tony’s wish list, especially not to patch up his husband. He will call Bruce, though. It never hurts to be prepared.
“Tony –” Steve says, almost a warning.
“It’s already done,” Tony replies tersely and glares at Steve, daring him to argue. “I could also throw a tantrum because you’re constantly putting yourself in danger as if you don’t care whether you’ll be able to come home at the end of the day. I care, Steve. If you died out there, I –” That weight on his chest becomes unbearably heavy, making it impossible to speak or breathe. The mere thought of losing Steve has him wrecked.
Steve, who was reaching for the pasta pot, immediately abandons the movement and turns to Tony, spreading his arms.
“Come here,” he says. He does not wait for Tony but steps closer himself, pulling Tony into a tight embrace.
Tony is afraid of putting pressure on the bandage and whatever wound lies beneath it, but Steve just holds him tighter, showing no sign of discomfort, so Tony allows himself to relax into Steve’s warmth.
This is the safest place on earth. Steve hums under his breath and the sound, barely more than a vibration, mingles with both their heartbeats. That eases the weight pressing down on Tony, a little more with every minute that passes with Steve close.
“Coming home to you will always be a priority to me, Tony,” Steve says, nothing but utter conviction in his tone. “You might say I’m a shit liar, but when we married, Peggy sat me down and asked whether that would be a problem, whether I could be trusted to concentrate on my work. I apparently passed muster. But there is no mission that is more important than you.”
Tony knows that. Ten years ago he might have been convinced he would die alone, having had one too many bad experiences with relationship. He trusts Steve completely, however. He trusts their love. He knows Steve will always want to come home to him. Hearing it said out loud makes it easier to believe it too.
“What if aliens invade Earth and try to kill us all?” Tony asks, aiming for a lighter tone, even though he does not make a move to step away. He could spend all of his days being held by Steve.
“I don’t think for a second you wouldn’t be the very first in line to get closer to them in hopes of finding out more about whatever tech they brought,” Steve replies dryly, and he is not wrong about that. “So I could stay close to you and say I’m doing my part in saving the world at the same time.”
Tony imagines that. Him bending over some alien machinery, while Steve stands over him, always vigilant, to protect him from any incoming enemies. Perhaps he could build metal suits for the both of them to better fend off the apocalypse.
“You’re ridiculous, do you know that?” he says out loud, although he does not doubt that Steve knows the way his thoughts have taken.
Steve leans down and puts their cheeks together, pressing a kiss against the soft skin of Tony’s neck. “And you love me.”
“I very much do,” Tony agrees, feeling the warmth of that in every fibre of his being.
“How about we go to bed?” Steve asks and Tony nods.
Neither of them moves, however, unwilling to let go of each other even for the few feet to their bedroom. That is all right. Tony is right where he wants to be. Home.
#mth 2019#marvel trumps hate#stony#fanfiction#tony stark#steve rogers#secret identity#domestic fluff#my writing#ao3
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Rules: If you’re tagged, post the last 7 sentences of the last WIP you worked on and tag 7 more people to keep the challenge going, if you’d like. (repost cause something went wonky...)
Tagged by @lightshadowverisimilitude
This is from that MTH fic I mentioned before for @ishipallthings. I tend to cheat with dialogue and count multiple sentences as one since dialogue tends to be so short. You’ll note I’ve joined the “XXXX” school of “I’ll figure out what the fuck that’ll be later.
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“Abdiou, the contract is already sealed. Your wax is cooled just as mine is. Besides, if you shortshrift me, it’ll be the defenses at XXXX that pay. Remember the last time you tried to push the work short? With dear Tiberius? The winch mechanisms broke within the day and the city fell within the week. Wouldn’t want that to happen again. Seems a huge waste.”
Abdiou’s hand squeezed brutally, almost bruisingly, into Antinous’ shoulder, but then he was free and he quickly took a step back, fishing into his belt pouch. “But, I do bring you something. A little token of thanks.” Glad now that he’d though to pack away the little dagger, he pointed it skyward and then offered it hilt first to Abdiou. It was wrapped with sharkskin, the gray lime-bleached until it shown almost like iron. Careful gold filigree laid into the folded steel, and it had taken all of Antinous’ grace and art to do such a thing without compromising the strength of the blade. Let Abdiou accept the bribe for what it was and leave the contracts be.
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As we said in our closing message at the end of this year’s auction, you may wonder how much of an impact you can have when you're "just" you, but when one person shows up, a community will come out to support them. You become a part of something bigger, and you achieve something that you wouldn't have been able to do alone. MTH 2022 was proof of that.
This year, 205 "Marvel"-ous creators came forward to offer 343 auctions.
And this year, we raised…
NICE. 😎 But in all seriousness, that's a number that we would have never imagined reaching when the event began in 2018; back then, we were thrilled with $19,262.52—and this is over $22,800 more than that! 😮💖🎉
We never thought we'd hit over $40k this year, and we're unbelievably grateful and proud of what we accomplished together. Through the five MTH auctions we've run, we raised a grand total of $178,800.43.
We're floored to say the least although maybe we shouldn't have been surprised. Every year, you manage to surprise us and set records, and this year was no different. You came out of the gate running and somehow you blazed right past our expectations, continued to make us adjust our stretch goals as bids and donations came in, and hit a number we weren't sure we'd reach even as we began to hope for it.
It’s been an incredible journey, with the mod chat pinging at all hours with excited gifs, effusive heart emojis, and inarticulate keyboard smashes as we expressed our love for the wonderful people in our fandom. It’s been very hard not blurting out the milestones as we reached them when we desperately wanted to share these amazing results with you all.
Creators, we couldn't have started this auction without you. We loved seeing so many veteran creators sign up again and were pleasantly surprised by how many new faces showed up to the party.
Bidders, as crazy as it sounds, most donations were small ones including a lot of those crazily high winning bids—so many of them were the result of people pooling their five dollars together! This has been consistently the case since MTH began. It just goes to show how much of an impact you can have when you’re part of something bigger than yourself. Each donation has a ripple effect, and enough ripples can cause a wave. You matter, and you can make a difference.
We also owe our success to our amazing signal boosters. There can’t be an auction without any participants, so to every fandom community Tumblr that agreed to reblog our posts, every Discord server mod who let us post announcements, and every person who shared our posts and encouraged their fandom friends to sign up and/or bid, thank you so much! Together, we reached hundreds of fantastic creators and bidders from all corners of the Marvel fandom, many of whom we didn't know and some who were hearing about us for the first time.
Thank you all. We’re so touched by the massive number of people who donated above and beyond their pledged amount, creators who took on multiple auctions and offered multiple winner slots, and bidders who accepted their second-place wins with such eagerness! We also had people make donations in the spirit of MTH even though they didn’t win an auction, which was beyond generous.
In addition to the astounding amount of money we were able to raise for charity, MTH was successful in other ways. We strove to be as inclusive as possible, determined to make this event a fandom-wide effort. Considering that the auctions covered over 425 unique platonic and romantic relationships and character-centric options (if we include "all ships/gen"-inclusive relationships, this number is even higher) across 36 universes within the Marvel multiverse, we can safely say that we accomplished our goal.
This spirit of inclusion also applies to our auctions and charities. Every one of 343 auctions was bid on, and every one of our 30 supported charities received donations. We’re in awe of your commitment to supporting all our creators and charities and thrilled that you spread all the love around, bidders!
Here’s our breakdown of the donations (to enlarge the image, click here and hover to see the donation amount per charity). More than half of the charities received at least $1,000 this year!
We’ve also listed the amount raised per charity on our 2022 auction results page.
From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for helping us turn our fifth Marvel Trumps Hate auction into such a fantastic experience. We cherish every single message of love and support that we received and continue to receive on our Discord server and through DMs, Tumblr messages, emails, tweets, etc. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!
To remember or learn why we created this auction in the first place, please check out our 2018 "thank you" post to all of our creators, bidders, signal boosters, and supporters.
If you'd like to stay updated on all of the 2022 Marvel Trumps Hate fills, follow us and/or check out the "mth 2022" tag on our Tumblr. You’ll also be able to find works posted on AO3 in our Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 collection and links to fills in our Discord server, which you can join to brainstorm prompts, chat about fills, and find out about other fandom events.
Thank you once again to everyone who volunteered their services, time, money, and platforms to spread the word. These are tough times we live in, and it's easy to believe that there's only so much you can do as an individual.
Like Kamala and Nakia, however, many of us feel that if it's in our power to help, if we feel like we should help even if we're not sure what we can change, then the very least we can do is get involved. And as they saw through their actions and we all saw through this year's auction, if enough people feel the same way and rise to the occasion, our impact can be far-reaching and life-changing. You may have "just" chipped in $5, offered something "small" for auction, or "only" cheered people on and spread the word about the event…but without you, we wouldn't have raised over $178,800 to help make this world better for everyone.
And with that, MTH 2022 has officially come to a close. We're so beyond grateful to you all and can’t wait to see all of your fanworks over the coming year!
Lots of love and gratitude,
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Sneak peek @ Wolf!Bucky
Heya folks. I hope everyone is doing okay. Things have been a little nuts for all of us, I know, but I’m praying and hoping that all of you can find some modicum of safety, health, and at least some contentedness, if not happiness.
I just wanted to share with you a little excerpt of the start of a fic for @betheflame, one that isn’t exactly MTH, but was basically donated alongside the charity event. She asked me for Wolf!Bucky and fem!Tony and after some extremely dumb starts, scraps, and restarts because writing is hard, apparently (:P) I finally have a good 2,000 word start to this. Here are the first few paragraphs of this fic, and a few from later on, though I’m not sure yet if it will be WinterIron or Stuckony. We shall see. xD
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Antonia Stark had never liked fairy tales, even in her earliest of years. Not for the reasons any quite self-aware genius child prodigy would have, no, though even at age four most of the fluff and fluttering and tittering and obsession with boys over other, more important things, really grated at her. No—the thing that bothered her the most was… okay, well the two things that bothered her the most were one, the focus on happy endings when she highly doubted they existed and two, the fact that she related far too much for comfort to some of the girls and women in said stories.
That is: locked up and forgotten about, expected to wait for a dumb man to come save her, or tread on and expected to behave and perform on command for a family that barely cared, if they did at all.
That, Antonia thought with a vicious bitterness that exceeded even a genius’ four years, was bullshit.
By the time she’d reached her fifth birthday, months before Aunt Peggy had discovered the bruises beneath her clothes, she had taught herself that the only one she could truly rely on one hundred percent of the time was herself. Even her formidable godmother, who had taken the fight to Howard and Maria just as fiercely as she’d taken it to the Nazis, couldn’t be there all the time to protect her. She had to learn how to protect herself in all ways; not just through grit, determination, and mental fortitude.
She had to save herself.
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She reached up, but hesitated, taking him in even as her body shivered even more violently than before. There was something about this wolf. Something different, though not necessarily different-wrong. She let her quivering fingers brush over the outer edge of his fur, feeling the texture as she took the rest of him in, before making a gut decision and sticking with it, just like Aunt Peggy had ingrained into her. Brains were great, but sometimes they lied, no matter how black and white you might think the issue at hand was.
The smile disappeared as soon as she weakly started to pull herself out of the pond’s steep sides and she caught sight of what exactly was waiting for her on the bank.
Not her father. Not Obie. Not even her mother—hah, fat chance she’d ever leave her sitting room these days. Not Peggy, either, though that would’ve been wonderful.
No. What was waiting for her on the bank, kneeling down on his front set of paws—one a metal leg more sleek than anything she’d seen on a human—was a full size, white, brown, and grey… wolf.
There was a fucking wolf offering her its mane to grab hold of, intelligence gleaming in its eyes alongside what looked like pain. And a creepy sort of humanity that speared right into her heart, widening her eyes more than the fear did.
#stuckony#winteriron#female tony stark#wolf bucky#bucky barnes#tony stark#my writing#not sure which ship yet
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Author Meme
Author Name:
Sineala
Fandoms You Write For:
Currently, Marvel Comics. You may also remember me from The Eagle.
Where You Post:
AO3.
Most Popular One-Shot:
As measured by hits, technically, the answer to this question is Slipping off the Page into Your Hands (616), my first Steve/Tony fic, which is a soulmates + identity porn retelling of about twenty years of comics canon. However I didn't really understand posting stories in chapters at the time and technically this is a 70,000-word one-shot. I'm very sorry. I won't do it again.
If you'd like one-shots with more reasonable word counts, I've got Think of This as Solving Problems (That Should Never Have Occurred) (616), a Steve/Tony amnesia + identity porn fic at 35,000 words, and also Follow in Your Footsteps (616), a Steve/Tony soulmate story at 7,000 words, which probably counts as a one-shot by everyone's standards.
You'll never guess what my favorite tropes are. *covers face with hands*
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:
Thrust Issues (616), a 130,000-word Steve/Tony story in which Captain America has an extremely large penis and his BFF Iron Man would like to help him lose his virginity. I write only the finest and most classy of literature. It has eight sex scenes.
Favorite Story You Wrote:
Straight on till Morning (616), my Steve/Tony Star Trek AU. You mean I get to take two of my favorite fandoms and paste them together? I basically just had a whole lot of fun throwing in all my favorite tropes from both canons and trying to come up with a way to translate the Avengers characters into the Star Trek universe.
I'm also pretty proud of Double Time (616/Noir) because I feel like it was one of those stories that came off exactly how I imagined it in my head and that almost never happens.
Story You Were Nervous to Post:
Chosen Man (The Eagle), which I wrote when I first got into the fandom, then waited about two years without posting it, and then finally posted it when the fandom was mostly dead. I didn't have an outline and I actually didn't have a beta and I just kept writing until it looked like somehow I had an ending. (I also did pretty much the same thing with Arcadia (Pros). I guess I like to finish novel-length stories and then wait years before posting them. I have a lot of anxiety, okay? I sign up for challenges because otherwise I would literally never post anything.)
How Do You Choose Your Titles:
I was going to say it's all song titles but maybe it's more like 50% song titles. Most of the Eagle stories are quotations in Latin. I have a rule for myself that I'm not allowed to title the story in Latin unless it's actually set in Ancient Rome.
Do You Outline:
Definitely. I wouldn't be able to remember what was supposed to happen without it.
Complete:
263 stories. Ha. Um. Yes. Well. No, wait, there's that unfinished Eagle space AU story. 262, I guess. Maybe I should just mark that complete. It kind of has an ending? A couple of the stories are translations of Latin fic (mostly mine) into English.
In-Progress:
When My Heart Bleeds: The Madame Masque story that was going to be one of my RBBs this spring before RL intervened. An established-relationship Steve/Tony AU of the Avengers v3 Nefaria Protocols arc. Featuring Whitney Frost (of course), a whole lot of hurt/comfort, a very familiar flophouse, Tony's alcoholism rearing its ugly head, a very protective and occasionally terrifying Steve, and a bunch of Avengers attempting to do the right thing based on extremely limited information. Status: done, currently in beta. 150,000 words.
Untitled Star Trek AU Sequel: Steve and Tony are on the worst shore leave ever, and it's getting worse by the minute. The fate of the Federation hangs in the balance. It was supposed to be a nice relaxing shore leave and then everything went wrong. Currently 100,000 words and I am supposed to be working on it now so we will see how this goes. Still near the end of chapter 3 (out of 6). I’m going to finish! I swear! I wrote some words last night!
MTH 2018 Collaboration With Kiyaar: We've got... ideas. Definitely we have several of those. We're gonna destroy you.
Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:
My ideas file is huge. Here are some of the more complicated ideas and not the ones that are just, like, “Steve in his commercial art days ends up drawing gay porn for rent money" or “the RT node breaks Tony’s dick.”
1930s Thoroughbred racing AU: Steve is a jockey. Tony is an owner/trainer. Together, they're going to try to win the Triple Crown. And, you know, fall in love. And there will probably be some h/c as Steve will probably fall off a horse or two.
All-Time Low sequel(s): I swear I'm going to fix them, and that means h/c all the way up to the blizzard.
Double Time sequel: I don't know if I'm really going to write this, but it would be fun. It would be 616 Director/Commander -- Secret Invasion but this time it goes better because Steve is alive and that way Tony can actually focus on things that are not all-consuming grief. Also, this time Steve would know the Illuminati exist.
Other Star Trek AU: Assuming I am not completely burned out on Star Trek AUs after finishing the SotM sequel, Phoenix keeps drawing art for an entirely different Star Trek AU (trust me, it would be an entirely different Star Trek AU) and I would very much like to write something for it because it delights me so much.
Secret Sub Steve: That D/s AU I posted the premise of a while back, in which Steve is a sub (frankly, a pretty terrible sub) and Rebirth is intended to make him a dom. It does not, and Steve has to lie about who he is as he falls apart more and more... and then he meets Tony, who turns out to be the dom he has been waiting for.
Another D/s AU: In which Steve and Tony meet on an anonymous hook-up site and, gosh, they get along so well, these two complete strangers. It's like they've known each other for years.
Time-travel identity porn: A ToS-era story after Tony is Iron Man but before the Avengers show up, in which he is visited by a man from the future who says his name is Steve Rogers, he says he needs Tony's help to get home, he knows a whole lot of things about Tony that no one else does, and he's very, very easy to fall for.
Do You Accept Prompts:
Not outside of fannish auction situations; it stresses me out too much to try to write fic to specifications, but I make an exception for charity. Speaking of which, I am offering another story for MTH this year, and this time I promise it's going to be a short one (5k or so), so I will definitely finish it. So if you’ve ever wanted me to write you something short and sweet (or short and heartwrenching, you know, whichever), I can make that happen.
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:
I dunno, man. Either the sub Steve story or the ATL sequels. Honestly, I will just be happy to be finally done with the WIPs I am working on now. They are SO LONG.
Tagged By:
@mizzy2k
Tagging:
Anyone who wants to do it!
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Hi, as you offered a cross stitch for last years MTH, I was wondering how you figured out your starting bid price? I am offering one this year, and am trying to get a gauge for price, as I have never had to price my own work before.
Hi @wonderland-girl! Well, that was the first time I offered anything anywhere! So I based my starting bid price on how large the piece was and how long I think it would take me to complete. And I have to say I probably underestimated! I submitted an approximately 5″ x 5″ piece that was all block letters and outlines and started that one at $10.00 (it went for more, thank goodness). But! I also submitted an approximately 8″ x 10″ piece that took me about 2+ months to stitch and I only started that one at $25.00 (I think!). It definitely should have started at $50.00 considering the time and effort. But lessons learned and all that.
Also, this was also something I learned which I feel compelled to share with a fellow cross stitcher. If you are not willing to ship internationally, put that in your listing. If you want to split the cost for shipping internationally, put that in there too! I’m willing to ship anywhere but will not be including a frame due to a shipping snafu that happened while shipping a piece to Australia from the US.
I hope that helps! Let me know if you have more questions and I would be happy to answer them.
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So I just read your post, today, and last night i had a dream i got a reading from you telling me that what i did from now on was all up to what i wanted, that it was completely up to me now. :o Just thought that was interesting timing lol! Also hang in there with this eclipse, your readings are amazing and worth every cent, and the monthly ones would absolutely be worth money! Hope you're having a bit of a better day today :)
That is interesting. I’ve been having a lot of synchronistic dreams as well and they’ve been weirdly helpful lol. Thank you so much! :)
Anonymous: The post you just made about talking with yourself was so inspirational. I felt a lot of myself within what you shared and I want to thank you for being open about that. You’re insights hit home for me with some things I need to look at within myself. It feels like the real kick in the butt that I need so thank you again! 🤗🤗🤗 I hope all goes well with what you want to accomplish and I’m sending positive thoughts your way!
Thank you, I’m glad that post helped some people out and wasn’t just me screaming into the void, lol. I hope everything goes well for you too!
Anonymous: hi , idk if you’ll see this or if tumblr will eat it LOL but i read your lets talk post & i want you to know that im rooting for you. i’ve gotten a few paid readings from you & you really helped me. i have a goal for the last 6 mths of the year also. its actually something you told me i should do. im hoping it gets the ball rolling ya know ? but anyway, i just wanted you to know that you have some support here & i feel like this is all over the place ohk bye haha
Thank you so much! I’m really excited about everyone getting on something for the last half of 2019, really setting out to close the decade on a strong note. You definitely have support from me towards what you’re working on, 100%. I feel like collectively we’re all just going to create this giant ball of kick ass energy and absolutely riot right through the last half of the year, lol.
Anonymous: Why did you change your mind about asking for payment for the monthly readings ? It’s still work you did :/ is is possible to make a donation ?
No donations necessary! I appreciate everyone who offered donations for the Monthly Readings, but I’d like to keep them free for this go around. If I decide to continue them, then July’s readings can be like the sample posts so everyone knows what they are next time around. :)
Anonymous: aww I feel like u def deserve the money for those readings tho, what if you gave a short, general reading for free but charge for a more in depth version with specifics like pictures, details, images, explanations etc. (cont.) cont’d from the anon explaining 2 versions of the monthly readings, I just processed that they wont be available after july lol I thought u were gonna continue them and not charge and I was like uhhh get ur cash money sis??
I actually really like that idea. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get the readings all done up for August, but if I do go back to them, I would do something like that. Like offer that main energy of the month for each sign for free and then have the rest of the reading available as a paid extended reading.
Anonymous: Would you consider doing monthly readings for a sign if we paid anyway? Like if I wanted to purchase a reading for Libra in August etc? I had no problem paying for the reading but I can understand if you dont want to continue it
One of the things I was going to add to the shop over July was an option for a one-month outlook reading that would be done in the style of the monthly readings that are done for the signs. The “Notes On Astrology” section would be fitted specifically to your birthchart and the reading would be unique to you. They would be available for purchase in the first two weeks of the month but would cover the following month specifically. Like in August, you would be able to get the general monthly reading for your sign, and then make a purchase for a personal monthly reading that would cover September. They would be very limited in number, maybe four or five people could get them since they would take a while to do, but that was what I had in mind.
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Five Favorite Works of mine from the past year
I was tagged by @therollingstonys!
The rules of this circulating challenge are as follows: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I decided to go with the stuff just from 2020 since I did this at the beginning of the year for 2019
New and Missing Stars
He gives her a choice: stay and become the monster Stregobor accuses her of being or leave and give up on her revenge.
In the end, it’s not a difficult choice at all. She isn’t stupid enough to believe herself capable of besting a Witcher (and it’s painfully clear that he will feel obligated to stop her). Above all else, Renfri has only ever wanted to live.
Did you guys know when you write for a new fandom, you get notes??? Because I didn’t. In all seriousness though, I wrote this in a single night because I just couldn’t get the idea out of my mind. I absolutely love the way it turned out and other than one or wording choices there isn’t a single thing that I would change, which almost never happens. I reread this one almost once a week, I still love it so much.
Electric Impulses
All children, even genius ones, deserve a friend and when one of Tony Stark’s friends destroys his favorite toy, he decides that the friends he creates are better than the ones he meets. Inspired by his father’s stories about the Howling Commandos, he creates holographic versions of his childhood heroes. As he grows up, peerless and lonely, Tony continues to upgrade his holograms until they become fully-fledged AI, capable of moving around the tower and offering advice and above all, loving him.
This shouldn’t be a problem and it isn’t – until the Avengers move in.
My very first MTH fic! I didn’t think I would love this one as much as I did since it wasn’t a prompt that I came up with but honestly, I absolutely adore this fic with all my heart. I very much love the version of Tony that I wrote in this and I really love the AI versions of Steve and Bucky who, by the end of working on this, were as real to me as any of the human characters I wrote for this.
Eyes Turned Skyward
Tony has an erogenous zone at the base of his wings.
Bucky probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it hadn’t been for Nat brushing her fingers against Tony’s back at breakfast. It’s an innocuous motion, probably nothing more than to let Tony—who startles easily—know that she’s back there. But Tony stiffens.
And then he shudders.
And Bucky sits up and takes notice.
Oh man, what to say about the Eyes Turned Skyward verse... It was my first attempt at writing wing!fic and I was trying to write a soft dom so I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out since I see so much more of the traditional BDSM relationships in fandom. But I’ve been blown away by the response to it. I have several more installments of this verse planned and I’m really looking forward to writing more for it.
Spoils of War
Captured by the cruel Warlord of the North on the way to his wedding, Tony is bonded to two alphas who want nothing to do with him. Lonely and miserable, he struggles to survive in this harsh new world while his father prepares a rescue mission. But things are not what they seem and Tony soon finds that it is not his life he is in danger of losing but his heart.
So when I first posted the original ficlet that inspired this full length fic, I got a very lovely comment that called me a bitch for not tagging it as Steve/Bucky. Now, anyone who’s had more than a couple conversations with me has heard about my pet peeve for fics that tag every single relationship that appears in the fic, whether it’s significant or not (part of why ‘and now for a ficlet’ and ‘did you lose a bet or something’ were so difficult for me to tag) so I was really worried when I posted this that I was going to get more of the same response. And, honestly, Steve and Bucky were a lot darker in this fic than they are in some of my other stories so I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out but I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the comments that I’ve gotten.
One of the things that always interests me about posting a story is the kinds of things that people comment on. For ‘Electric Impulses,’ I got a lot of comments about how sad the story was, which wasn’t something that I was expecting at all. ‘Spoils of War’ has - surprisingly to me at least - gotten a lot of comments about the relationship between Tony and Papa and I think that’s kind of cool.
Ask Me Again
The first time Steve asks Tony to marry him, Tony doesn’t even hesitate to tell him no. Steve isn’t terribly surprised. They’ve only been dating for two weeks. Steve had gone back to the tower after SHIELD had fallen, strode up to Tony, and gotten as far as, “As the world’s leading expert on waiting too long,” before Tony had stopped him by kissing him. It’s been two whirlwind weeks since then and he’s already certain that he wants to spend the rest of his life with him but asking him right after the first time they have sex had probably been a bad idea.
So, no, Steve isn’t surprised Tony tells him no.
He’s more surprised that Tony says sleepily, “Ask me again in the morning.”
He means to. He really does. But the morning brings with it a board meeting that Tony’s running late for and a possible sighting of Bucky and he forgets all about it.
I don’t usually write post-Civil War fic so this was a fun challenge to work on and is probably one of my favorites of the tumblr prompts that I’ve gotten over the last two months.
I’ll tag @ad1thi @omg-just-peachy @pineapplebread @maguna-stxrk @s-horne @firebrands and @ishipallthings
#alle answers#ask memes#please take my comment about new and missing stars as a joke and not a rebuke#it's a much smaller fandom and as i said a newer one
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