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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 4 years

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Big Bwother

Otherwise know as once again, Delphine writing about dark sides. Look, I love them okay?? This is pre-accepting anxiety, so some morally grey sides!

Words; 2,089

Warnings: Remus being himself, age regression, arguing, unsympathetic-leaning Patton, mentions of wounds. If I missed anything, let me know!

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Virgil was up far too late again. At this point, he had given up trying to be quiet during the night. Patton was the closest to him, and that was down the hall enough that he wouldn’t bother Morality. Plus, the fatherly side was a heavy sleeper.

Virgil slunk downstairs to try and find his teabags. Usually, he wouldn’t be caught dead drinking tea. If anyone saw him with his cup, he claimed it was coffee. There was a solo light on, over the sink. That didn’t set off any alarms, it was always on in case someone needed a drink at night. He didn’t notice that someone else was using their dark vision for a late night trip though, until it was too late.

“Anxiety?” A small voice asked from the fridge area. Virgil shot up, whipping around to see who it was. There was Roman, but he looked like he was no older than 10 or so.

“Yea? What’s up” Virgil finally answered, crouching down to more the level of the creative side. He was shocked when Remus appeared from behind his brother, looking just as young. The two of them seemed to communicate something silently before both approached him carefully.

“Vee Vee? hug?” Remus asked, making grabby hands. Virgil melted, opening his arms to the little guy. Remus pulled Roman into them and knocked the adult over.

“You guys ok? I thought you’d at least be in bed by now” Virgil asked, sweeping the duke’s bangs out of his face again. Roman shrank more from him, and huddled next to Remus.

“I-i needed something to drink and then something happened. Re appeared next to me and he-he was like me too! I don’t wanna be separated from ReRe again! Don’t make us split again!” The kid burst into tears. Virgil rushed to soothe them both as Remus joined in. He started to stand, shifting them each into an arm.

“I’m gonna take you guys up to Pat. He’ll know how to help you”

“No! He’ll make me leave again” Remus sniffled, reaching over the gap towards his brother.

“Please don’t. I need Re” Roman added, his bottom lip quivering. Virgil sighed, carrying them to the couch. He gave them a blanket, and returned to the kitchen to start some tea, and rummaged in the fridge for some milk. He warmed it up in the microwave and poured two big glasses.

“Ok you guys. We can watch disney until you fall asleep. I’ve got some milk here for you” He offered, carrying the glasses into the other room. The boys were already tangled together in the blanket. They twisted to peer over at him, before chorusing their choice.

“Maleficent” “Maleficent”

“Alright mini terrors. Be quiet though, I don’t want Logan and Patton down here criticizing my choices” he fiddled with the remote for a few minutes before starting the movie. He retreated to get his tea before selecting a chair where he could both watch the movie and the other sides. It was also just out of sight of the stairs.

“RoRo, moveeee” Remus whined half an hour later, trying to shift the larger twin off of him. Virgil jolted from his doze, dropping his cup and vaulting over the couch. He pushed Roman off Remus. Roman was steadily growing back to his normal height, and age apparently. Remus started to cry silently as he realized what that would mean for him.

“Shshshs It’s okay Re. I’m sure he’ll want to be with you still” Virgil bounced the kid, trying to contain his own anxiety over the substance. It wasn’t working, and Roman was waking up again.

“He never does. Every time he forgets and I have no choice but to go back” Remus stated sadly, his adult intelligence briefly returning.

“Anxiety? What are you doing here” Roman muttered, shifting upright. Virgil shifted himself away from the other side, hiding Remus from immediate view.

“Nothing. I was just getting some coffee and you were passed out on the couch” Virgil said grumpily, turning towards the kitchen again. It was then he realized he had fucked up. In his haste to get to the twins, his cup had shattered on the floor.

“Uh-huh. I’m getting padre, and telling him that you’re up late and drinking coffee” Roman rose from the couch, an eyebrow already raised in judgement. He finally noticed Remus at that point, silently staring.

“Ro” He said simply, moving closer to Virgil.

“I should’ve known! You were trying to sneak my brother up here to cause chaos weren’t you” Roman hissed, stomping towards the pair. Virgil shifted again to place Remus behind him, and out of the reach of Roman’s katana if he chose to summon it.

“Leave him alone. It’s not his fault you dragged him into it” Virgil hissed, ready to run.

“What do you mean?” Roman’s voice shook, and his footsteps had paused.

“I came down here, and you both were here. You were the same age as him, and when I settled you down, because you refused to be separated, you suddenly regrew” Virgil turned around, on the verge of yelling. Roman looked completely shocked, and Remus had long since lost interest in watching his brother. He knew there was a good chance both of them would be run through and didn’t want to watch it happen.

“....Re? Is this true?”

“Mhm! Every night!” Remus piped up, almost shooting out of Virgil’s arms.

“and you let me?!”

“I don’t have a choice. It’s around the time we...and every time I’m forced to endure it with you. I don’t want to leave. I miss you RoRo! Like I miss Vee Vee!” Remus started wailing, clinging to Virgil again like a koala.

“Shshshhs. It’s ok little rotter. It’s ok. We can go infect some of his villages into zombies to calm down” Virgil murmured, swaying back and forth.

“I wanna play with him! I’m tired of trying to pretend like I don’t miss him like an amputated limb!” Virgil smiled slightly as he heard Remus’s brand of thought pop through. He was starting to return to himself hopefully. Unfortunately, the rest of the house had woken up.

“What is that racket” Logan snarled, appearing on the stairs first. Virgil panicked again, and tried to sink out. Roman had crept closer without him noticing, and grabbed hold of his arm to keep him there.

“Anxiety trying to cause chaos” Roman snarled, forgetting all about what Remus had told him.

“Run Re” Virgil tossed him into the air, hoping he would listen. Pat appeared though, catching the kid before he could hit ground and run. Or make more of a racket. It was a 50/50 chance at that moment.

“Thissss isssss wonderful” Dee appeared from the basement stairs, raising an eyebrow at the scene. He obviously was very tired, and did not want to deal with this shit.

“Everyone. Sit” Logan pointed to the couch, his eyes flashing dangerously. Remus wiggled out of Patton’s arms to sit next to Roman, who pushed him away. Dee ended up picking up the kid, and hugging him with most of his arms.

“Who ended this mess?” Dee asked.

“Look. I came downstairs to find both Roman and Remus as kids. I gave them milk, and put on a movie-” Virgil waved at the TV which was still playing said movie “-then let them watch it. I was dozing and heard Remus telling Roman to get off. I looked over and Roman was growing, so I pushed him off. Then I tried to leave” He explained as everyone turned to him.

“Any idea on how they got that way?”

“It happens every night. I’m pulled up here when RoRo reverts, and I revert too. By morning he’s forgotten what happened and we’re both adults again. Virgil just happened to come across us tonight” Remus piped up, sucking on one thumb.

“He’s obviously lying I wo-” Roman started to protest.

“He’s not” Dee interrupted, his snake eye flashing.

“I want my brother back. Both of them” Remus said in a small voice, huddling closer to Dee. Virgil melted, guilt filling his gut. He opened his arms and Re cannon balled into him, wiggling into his hoodie. He had missed this. He adored his little brothers, and having Remus curled up next to him filled a void he didn't realize he had. It was filled the rest of the way when Dee scooted closer and buried his face in Virgil’s leg.

“We have to find some way to fix this. We can’t have creativity reverting every night and talking with..” Patton was saying to the others. Virgil’s stomach dropped again, knowing exactly what the fatherly side meant.

“Problem seems to be with Princey. Ask him how to fix it” he drawled, falling back into his indifferent attitude.

“Now, I wouldn’t say-” Logan began to say, having returned to the calm mediator.

“MY FAULT? This is obviously your’s if anyone’s Anx-i-ety” Roman roared, drawing out Virgil’s name with hatred.

“Ok. Fine. Glad to know you still don’t care about your brother. Yea. It’s not like I had to break his heart day. after day. after you left him with us!” Virgil snarled back, cupping an arm around the side.

“Anxiety, that is uncalled for!” Patton scolded, face screwed up.

“Yea, like you’re any better Morality. You should’ve known not to separate them! You’re the reason they’re like this in the first place! If you weren’t so strict, they’d still be one side! AND I WOULDN’T HAVE TO WATCH AS MY BABY BROTHER PINES FOR HIM!” Virgil screamed at the top of his lungs, jabbing a finger at the Prince. All the other sides cringed away from him.

“Anx-”

“Look, I’m glad I met Thomas. It was wonderful. But I’d rather leave now, as it seems I’m next on the hit list. 2 out of the 3 of you hate the mere idea of me. Logan, you’re a cool guy. Take care of Thomas, cause it seems like I’ve made it sooooo hard. C’mon little blep, rotter” He nudged Dee up, turning to walk back down the stairs. He obviously was heartbroken, and had no fight left in him. He was cradling the kid side and had his other arm around Dee. The trio were walking down the stairs when a small blur hit Virgil’s legs.

“ReRe! Don’t leave me!” It was Roman. He had reverted again in his stress, to a five year old this time. He seemed to have no memory of what had just occurred. He just wanted to stay with his brother.

“Ro!” the other half of creativity de-aged too, reaching for the first. Virgil crouched down, and Roman clambered into his hoodie too.

“Dee?” He turned his attention from the reunion to the scaly side.

“You’re wrong. We can’t separate them again. Neither of our hearts can take it” He shrugged, and turned to the other pair. One had shock painted across his face, and the other...looked sad. Logan knew exactly what they were silently asking and he had no answer.

“Do you want to keep the twins? Or will they come with us” Virgil asked, ignoring the snot and tears down the front of his shirt.

“Remus will hurt Thom-” Patton started.

“Can you all stay up here? You’re right, it will tear our hearts apart to separate them, but we can’t lose all of you too. So, please?” Logan interrupted, tears gathering in his eyes. Virgil started to nod, before turning to Dee. Dee nodded too, tears fully emerging from his human eye, and charged into Logan’s arms. The pair sunk to their knees and began sobbing together.

“Hey boys, can you shift our rooms?” Virgil murmured to the sleepy pair. They nodded and the mindspace snapped into a more united setup. That seemed to fully drain them, and they curled into each other in deep sleep. Virgil couldn’t help but beam as he wrapped both arms around them. After a moment, he zipped up his jacket more so they’d be supported as he talked to the last side.

“So. You’re staying shadowling?” Pat looked worn out, like he had aged several years in the last few minutes.

“I am. Now, I want to sleep, so see you in a few hours” Virgil smiled tiredly, moving over to the couch and laying down. He curled around the twins, pulling the blanket over himself. He was asleep before Logan and Dee had moved. Patton had disappeared almost immediately.

#unsympathetic patton #sympathetic virgil #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic logan #sympathetic roman #sympathetic remus #sanders sides #ts sides #my writing

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bossuary · 4 years

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Having just finished Tevinter Nights, I have un fucktonne of questions and theories. But, below are a few of the subjects/problems that I can’t stop thinking about. I’m curious how other people interpret them, or if I’ve missed some critical details, because it seems like there’s some retconning going on.

so, spoiler warnings apply, since i’m about to discuss the Big Doings below the cut.

The most immediately relevant items come from the final story, right? BUT, because of the nature of the characters, I sort of assumed that much of “The Dread Wolf Take You” is a study in unreliable narrators. Can any of the tales be believed after Charter exposes the Bard? Do we move forward assuming the puzzle pieces we’re trying to fit together are the correct ones, or tread carefully on the word of a known liar?

Nothing about the Assassin’s Tale fits the facts we know:

Meredith’s corpse didn’t actually stay in the middle of the square in uptown Kirkwall. Her remains were taken away to The Black Emporium. (iirc, Varric mentions this in one of the recent comics)

Pieces of her sword (Certainty) were re-forged for Samson to use in service of Corypheus, a sword which eventually passes to the Inquisition.

A shard of the idol continues to exist outside of Meredith’s remains, or her re-forged blade. Depending on worldstates, the shard is either a weapon rune--forged by Sandal and given to Hawke--or it was given to Varric (who then gave it to Bianca to study, I think).

In the comics, and in a few of the short stories, the fiasco of Fen’Harel’s agent losing the red lyrium “item” is cleverly handled from a lore-continuity perspective. It’s only ever referred to as a “weapon,” which could mean a lot of things, and allows for greater freedom in describing it in later media. Until the Assassin’s Tale, I firmly believed they were talking about Certainty. Now we’re supposed to believe it’s been the magically re-formed Primeval Idol this whole time, freshly revealed (by the equally untrustworthy Mortalitasi) as a go-go-Gadget ritual blade.

So, are the Tales a cheeky narrative lie, or is it all lore retcon? If it’s a retcon... -What ritual could the blade have originally served? -Might it actually be a key, as lots of people have theorized? -Is there really a potion that can melt lyrium? -Does Solas actually have the idol now, or was his entire story a lie to cover the truth that he still hasn’t found it?

Also, uh. . .Can Solas just. . .kill people while they sleep/dream, even dwarves? I mean, he has demonstrated the ability to create a “dreamlike” state for a dwarf Inquisitor. But, this power seems OP, even for him, and narrative reach. Possibly it’s further evidence that nothing in “The Dread Wolf Take You” can be trusted. 1. If the plans for the Fade are already underway, what does this mean for people like Evangeline, Anders, Grandin, and Sigrid, who’re possessed by spirits/demons? It’s possible they’ll be forcibly separated. Those (like Evangeline) who’re only alive because of their spirit, will likely die. Without Justice, Anders might finally succumb to the taint.

There are probably thousands of people across Rivain and Seheron, and among the Avvar and the Dalish, who’re contentedly hosting spirits. Would these spirits allow their mortal hosts to be harmed by Solas? Or could there be resistance to his plan from the Fade side of things?

Lots of the stories in Tevinter Nights include the theme of outliers breaking ranks from within a seemingly monolithic society: the Ben Hassrath don’t support the Antaam in their campaign, the Venatori and their supporters operate in defiance of Tevinter, the Crows had one of their Talons disrupt a centuries-old pact.

Going forward in the next game, we might see a spirit faction that, for any number of reasons, acts against The Dread Wolf’s plan to sunder the Veil.

2. Why does everyone in this book describe the red lyrium idol as having only two figures, when every depiction of it that we’ve seen clearly shows three? The crowned figure is (if Solas is to be believed) comforting one person, but no mention of the other poor soul, an even more skeletal figure who seems to be missing their left forearm, and is stuck on the other side of the large ring. No love for that dingus, I guess. Very curious.

And no mention of the serpentine shape that surrounds all three of them.

3. The sea is going to be a big part of the next stage of this story.

-Mythal’s origin has her emerging from the sea. -In “Luck in the Gardens, the 8 Venatori who were tasked with keeping the “formless” monster in its sealed prison each wore a clay amulet depicting a thin four-winged dragon rising above a sea. -“The Horror of Hormak” describes the viscous gray transformation fluid (and the monsters it creates) as stinking of brine. -The Mortalitasi’s Tale includes a reference to The Dread Wolf screaming about the Sea of Dreams. -The Executors appear to be stepping into the action, finally. They are known as ‘those across the sea.’ -Among the murals discovered during Trespasser, there are some that include imagery of flowing water: The Death of a Titan, and Lifting the Vallaslin -Before ascending to godhood, Ghilain’nain killed all of her creations. . .except the giant monsters in the deepest waters. Lore says “Pride stopped her hand,” which could mean that she spared them because she was too proud of how perfectly-made they were. Or, that an aspect of Pride (as a demon or spirit), convinced her to let them live.

4. I’ve always thought that the painted murals of Trespasser and those completed at Skyhold are actually of a different sort, in a very specific way. Much of the ornamentation, symbology, and iconography that’s used in the various frescoes in Trespasser. . .isn’t found in Skyhold’s frescoes. My feeling, based on these differences in style, and the uneven quality of the paintings in the Vir’Dirthara, is that the murals in Trespasser have been painted-over.

-Thanks to Gatsi, we know that the mosaics we worked so hard to complete for the Inquisition were all re-carved by several hands over the ages, making it difficult to get an accurate interpretation from them.

-During “The Horror of Hormak,” Ramesh and Lesha encounter mosaics depicting elven kings and queens, and their subjects. But the mosaics shift and change the longer they stare at them. The scenes transform from a glittering parade of nobility offering succor to their subjects. . .to a death-march of tyrants forcing magical torments on their slaves.

-In “Genitivi Dies in the End,” our industrious well-traveled Brother is humbled when he discovers an elven tome that depicts the continent of Thedas in superior and, crushingly, more correct detail to anything he’s ever seen. Which means that either the continent has changed dramatically, or all the maps that exist in modernity are based upon a flawed (altered) source.

There’s an established trope of people from all parts of Thedas altering relics in order to change history’s interpretation of them. So, why would the frescoes/murals be any different? I believe that either Solas, or someone loyal to Solas, altered the murals in order to obscure the truth behind them.

If we believe Philliam, a Bard! (though, again, an unreliable narrator), the Qunari Rasaan disbelieves all of the names attributed to Solas, either by his enemies or himself. As Philliam posits, to know Solas’ true name would be know the best and worst of him, his flaws and weaknesses, and what he’d “failed to be.”

Essentially, I think we’re being misled at every turn. And this leads me to. . .

5. None of the stories in Tevinter Nights expands on the role of dwarves in past and future conflicts. We get lots of new and juicy stuff on Tevinter, Nevarra, mages, elves, the Crows, the Lords of Fortune, even the Qunari. Noticeably and glaringly absent is any mention of dwarves, titans, and how they fit into the unfolding lore.

One of the largest and most influential groups of dwarves in all of Thedas (The Ambassadoria) lives right in the heart of Minrathous. Above ground. Vulnerable to the invading Qunari and Fen’Harel’s agents.

Dwarves are as tellingly absent in this set of stories as dragons were in all the Evanuris revelations.

The one place where those two things intersect. . .is out in the Hissing Wastes, near the Sunstop mountains (which has always sounded to me like the same naming convention as Skyhold).

Out there, we come across a dwarven thaig, the only thaig to have been built above ground, that pre-dates the first Blight. It’s called Kal Repartha, which means ‘a place where we may meet in peace.’ Paragon Fairel and his sons appear to have built the thaig as a way to escape some huge conflict in the Deep Roads.

Statues of Mythal’s dragon form are arranged in places of honor outside Fairel’s tomb. As if in protection.

Fairel was a rune-smith, one of the greatest who ever lived. Mythal might have worked with Fairel toward some common goal, relying on his skills to make devastating weapons, runic keys for hidden places, or repositories of knowledge best kept secret. She might have protected Fairel as a respected friend and ally.

Reaching a little deeper, Mythal may have helped separate the ancient dwarves from the hivemind control of the titans, freeing them to create their own vibrant society, far from the “witless, soulless” existence they lived as drone-like workers.

(As an interesting aside, Fairel wrote about dragons, proving that dragons, dwarves, and the Evanuris existed at the same time)

It just seems like the root of this unfolding elven lore is the Titans themselves, the life they created in the dwarves and the tangible world, the innate power of their blood, and the knowledge that was stolen from them. Why don’t dwarves feature more heavily in the anthology?

That’s it. That’s my tinfoil haberdashery at the moment. Thoughts? Corrections?

#dragon age #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights #dragon age meta #DAMN #long post

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the-vorkosigan · 7 years

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Stony post-cw fix-its recs (MCU mainly)

Since I didn’t have the time to actually create anything for the 10th Anni of Stony, this rec list is my pseudo-contribution.

Since I don’t know how to make it a part of the event otherwise (sorry!), I’m just going to tag @cap-ironman

For more recs, check out this post by @civilwarbrokemyheart. I’m not going to repeat the recs that are already there.

This is in no particular order, and the fics are loosely grouped by absolutely arbitrary criteria :)

Mind the ratings, I guess.

Enjoy!

Romantic, Sweet and/or Funny

Can’t start a fire without a spark by @gottalovev

The Avengers might be reunited, but they are holding together with a Band-Aid and a severe case of Tony pretending nothing happened. The superficial truce is shattered the day Steve takes control of Tony's suit and forces him to go to medical in a tense situation. When Tony is ordered to take a vacation, Steve volunteers to go with him.

one-shot, 36k words

vorkosigan: It’s a roadtrip fic! Steve and Tony go shopping unexpectedly! Tony sings karaoke in a roadside motel! There is also a threesome with an OFC, but it just serves to bring T and S closer together, honestly. The sex scenes are brilliant and detailed, everything else is sweet and wonderful and there is pining :) Mainly Steve PoV as far as I remember.

You’ve Been Sleeping in the Wild by skyline

With a pint-sized sneaker dangling somewhere near his nose, and another jabbed into his collar bone, Tony takes out the phone Steve gave him.

Nearly punching the buttons, he types, Vision made my kitchen smell like Staten Island and Clint’s kid is nesting on my face. I need you to stop being a child and come home.

(Or, Tony abuses the bat phone.)

one-shot, 4k words,

vorkosigan: Fucking hilarious! Also v. sweet. Also, informative regarding the workings of the UN, but it doesn’t detract from the story. Just... too funny for words.

Evidence of Things Unsaid by @sheronm (whom I apparently can’t tag for some reason??)

The Avengers (and ex-Avengers) are forced to socialize at a PR event. Why is there never a monster around to attack New York when you need one?

one-shot, 4k words

vorkosigan: Tony cuts his hand and Steve fusses over him. Romantic and sweet, somewhat melancholic, very carefully written and mindful of all the tiny little details I like to see in fic. There’s handholding that melts my heart every time.

I Hope You Have Unlimited Text Messaging by Misscar

:For the first time in their entire acquaintance, Tony and Steve start having really honest conversations with each other via text message, of course.

Or Tony and Steve try to repair their relationship before the next apocalypse. This may take a while. Actually, battling blue and/or purple aliens would be preferable to working through their feelings.

WIP, 52 chapters, 65k words

vorkosigan: My fav texting fic. Occasionally really hilarious, occasionally a bit angsty, but mainly sweet. It’s updated all the time. Also works really well when read in installments. Taking into account politics and world events. I mean, it’s texting, but there’s outward plot too. Tony and Steve are acting really maturely here.

Plotsy

A World Apart by @dapperanachronism

The accords are in pieces, the team is scattered and divided, Steve is in hiding, Tony is trying to move on, and both are left trying to pick up the pieces of what little remains. But the threats that drew them all together in the first place are still out there, and picking up the pieces means finding themselves pulled back together whether they're ready for it or not.

chaptered, completed, 49k words

vorkosigan: Deals with law, politics and things. Then gets really REALLY feelsy towards the end. There’s action too. There’s EVERYTHING. Tony is really angry but at one point gets REALLY worried for Steve (his Steve, whom he loves! <3).

Time travel and interdimensional hopping (because they deserve a category!)

The Breach by Chaylay23

After the war, the remaining Avengers have to rebuild the team and their headquarters. A new armored superhero shows up to help.

chaptered, 76k words, finished

vorkosigan: A multitude of interdimensional Steves! Natasha Stark is a good bro to Tony! Dimension hopping! Plot! Pining! Really, really pining (MCU Steve, I’m looking at you). Hurt!Steve. It’s wonderful!

A New Way For Us by ann2who ( @stark-spangled-lovers )

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

chaptered, finished, 24k words

vorkosigan: Tones returns to the past, to his pre-Ultron body, but keeps his memories. Does things differently. Gets really close with Steve, for one. LOTS of very sweet Stony moments. Real focus on development of the relationship. Not too heavy on angst (as these things go).

Oh, the ANGST

No Amount of Guilt (can change the past) by kiminsocks

Tony's in town for an Accords conference. Steve is in town to make sure nothing happens at that conference. They meet in a bar, and it's a second chance for first impressions.

one-shot, 6k words

vorkosigan: Steve wears a different face, and it’s post-CW identity porn. I’ve read it only, oh, half a million times. It’s the saddest and the gentlest, and ends on a really hopeful note.

Last Train Home by @erdesque

Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it's okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

one-shot, 11k words

vorkosigan: It’s rolling-on-the-floor-clutching-stomach type of angst. Steve’s pining is palpable. The getting together is BEAUTIFUL and super-romantic. The ending is sweet as can be.

Bring Him Home by seventymilestobabylon

Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days. (a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

chaptered, finished, 14k words

vorkosigan: Tony PoV, for change, if I remember correctly. Tony decides to fix Bucky because he thinks Steve loves Bucky. And Tony loves Steve. And, needless to say, Steve loves Tony. (And Bucky kinda loves Sam). The piniiiing all around. Wonderfully written, deceptively easy to read. Unputdownable. One of the best sex scenes in all fic ever, if you ask me.

How to Fall in Love (in Four Easy Steps) by morphia

Tony and Pepper's relationship is open, with only one clear rule: they must never let the other catch them with a fling. Soon after the events of The Avengers, Tony finally uses his license to sleep with others--with Steve. And Steve knows that their sexual encounters are intended to be strictly casual, but that doesn't stop him from falling hopelessly, stupidly in love.

Or: What if they were actually banging behind the scenes?

chaptered, finished, 25k words

vorkosigan: Missing scenes (sex and feels), all the way to the aftermath of CW. Steve PoV (I think), and LOTS of pining. Very romantic and feelsy. Super-rewarding happy ending.

All Roads by lastdream AND Unweaving by Night by lastdream

All Roads, in which Steve is a terrible nomad and a terrible flâneur, but he might just be an alright Odysseus. (one-shot, 5k)

Unweaving by Night, in which Tony is a terrible traitor and a terrible jackal, but he just might be an alright Penelope. (one-shot, 5k)

vorkosigan: Parallel stories, character studies, super-angsty, full of pining. Very original writing style. I’d read All Roads first. Hopeful open ending.

Causality, Catastrophe and Consequences by @winterstar95

Atonement, forgiveness, guilt, and consequences. One year later and no one has come out of it unscathed.

chaptered, finifshed, 36k words

vorkosigan: Interchanging PoV’s. Steve is on the run. Goes to see Tony’s speech, prevents his assassination, ends up in coma. They haven’t quite forgiven each other. HURTS to read. One of the angstiest things I ever read. Super-original, writing-wise. Every small moment of tenderness is very rewarding because EVERYTHING IS ANGST. Hopeful open ending. Not very shippy.

WIP (will the fix-its fix anything?)

From the Ashes (series) by @erdesque

Out of the black

If he had known, he wouldn't have trusted Rogers so blindly. He wouldn't have begun to think he could understand his dad a little better just because he could finally see what a young Howard Stark had seen in Captain America. Tony doesn't want anything to do with Steve Rogers ever again, or so he tells himself. (chaptered, finished, 15k words, non-shippy)

From the ashes

I’m not quite myself if you’re not there to be my foil, and that has to count for something. Steve tries to mend his relationship with Tony. His intentions aren't well received, but at least Tony is speaking to him now, and that's a start. (one-shot, 3k words)

Unshattered

It's really a split of a second, but for a moment there both of them remain in silence staring at each other, and it's a throwback to that moment in Siberia where a truce seemed more likely than shit hitting the fan. Steve picks up the pieces from their relationship and tries to make them better. As the official tinker of things, Tony isn't happy with Steve's shoddy work. At first. (chaptered, WIP, 56k words)

vorkosigan: This is absolutely wonderful But, although it’s good from the start, it really came together for me in the second part, and the third part is AMAZING. Also, so steeped in angst you’ll barely be able to read (which is why everyone should read it, obvs)

Irreparable by @aslightstep

It's a mistake destroying Steve's gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it's a mistake Tony is happy to make.

WIP, 100k words, chaptered

vorkosigan: You’ve read this one :) Also, even if it never gets finished, it’s absolutely and indisputably worth reading.

Porny, with a chance of feels (fix-its that solve things mainly through sex. or, as my 12 y.o. mind calls them, sex-its)

weigh the heart, tip the scales by carzla

It was the first time they’d seen each other since Siberia. It was probably one of the worst possible ways to have an unscheduled reunion. It was also about to get worse. A lot worse.

one-shot, 14k words

vorkosigan: Aliens made them do it, sort of. Super-angsty. Dom-sub undertones. With feels. Also, Steve is tied to a chair. And he’s got super-sensitive nipples. Somewhat-hopeful open ending.

Postscript by synteis

When Steve and Tony accidentally meet up in Vienna a month after the events of Civil War, things don't go quite as expected. There's a lot less yelling for one and their main problem is that no one thought to bring condoms.

one-shot, 4k words

vorkosigan: Tony PoV. Unexpected (and easily deniable) feels. Very good descriptions. Blowjobs in a storage room of a coffee house. Rather hopeful open ending.

Fixitish, Almost-fixits, Bordering on fix-its

Exposed by trollmela

The Avengers are back together, but nothing is okay. In public and with the team, Tony and Steve are coldly professional. The team at least knows that they still argue behind closed doors. Then the world finds out that Tony and Steve are having hate sex. Nothing is okay.

two-shot, finished, 3k words

vorkosigan: I ADORE this. I’ve read it so many times. Starts with hate sex. Ends rather tenderly. A good, honest to god punch in the gut, but with a happy-ish ending.

the calculation by tonystarxk (romanoff)

One year post-Civil War, and the team are back together.At least they're back living together. As in cohabiting the same space. 'Back together' is probably too optimistic.

one-shot, 7k words

vorkosigan: Another one that starts with hate sex and ends hopefully, but not as hopefully as Exposed. But still. I’ve reread that happy-ish, hopeful-ish ending SO many times, because asdfjkl; It’s so horrible, but it’s so good.

Put my Head Under My Pillow by lazywriter7

Tony uses the BARF tech to get over his nightmares of Siberia.

one-shot, 10k words,

vorkosigan: Tony tries over and over to fix his memories. Steve watches the recordings. It’s super angsty, but again, ends on a hopeful note, there is catharsis. Amazingly written.

Lines of Communication by @cptxrogers

And you think you could take me, do you, Stark?”

“I’d give it a good fucking try. I’d like to shove you into the nearest wall and wrap my hands around your damn neck.”

“Oh yeah? And then what?”

Post-CACW, a series of phone calls between Tony and Steve.

one-shot, 5k words

vorkosigan: Fighting and dirty talk and phone sex, oh my! It’s perfect, it really is, and it really, really works.

#10yearsofstevetony #stony #stevetony #fic recs #cw fix-its

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