fic moodboard → drive the dark away by @thepartyresponsible
They take Tony.
It happens when the world should know better. When the whole damn world should know that Tony belongs to them, that they don’t share, that, between the two of them, they can be meaner, harsher, crueler than anyone else on the planet.
They take Tony, and disappear into the desert.
ow, ouch.
it’s beautiful, but ow.
Tag: fic
fic moodboard → shake the devil out of me by @thepartyresponsible
The first time Jason sees Phil Coulson, he sees him in the soft, flickering light of a warehouse fire. It’s romantic, he thinks, later. Like candlelight.
goddamn, this is amazing
AMAZING
fic moodboard → your way up to the light by @thepartyresponsible
“That woman you’re looking for,” Batman says, without preamble. “She’s in Gotham.” There is a brief silence while Phil processes that, and then Batman adds a slightly subdued, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Phil says. Manners, as he is constantly reminding Jason, are free. “Are you requesting SHIELD assistance?”
holy shit, this is AMAZING.
the poptarts! the birds!
how DARE YOU
Lazy sexy beast Bucky.
And very intrigued but wary Tony.
Bucky who lounges on the living room sofa in nothing but a pair of sweats that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he’s lying on his stomach, giving everyone a glimpse of the inch or so of ass the peeks out from his pants. Other days he is sprawled on his back with his legs spread just so. He’s like a Jaguar, heavy with muscles that could easily crush a man, but enjoying his moment of rest before he goes on the hunt.
His prey? Tony.
Or so Tony suspects.
He’s literally there every time Tony walks into the living room, which wouldn’t be so bad if Bucky didn’t have that damn attractive smirk on his face whenever Tony enters the room. Bucky always says something in that warm yet lazy drawl of his, and it doesn’t matter if it’s just a “Hey” or a quip, Bucky’s voice always gets Tony’s stomach in knots (good, pleasurable knots).
Tony is positive Bucky knows what his voice does to Tony, but he doesn’t call Bucky out on it (to do so would admit Bucky’s affect on him, which he refuses to do).
It’s difficult hiding his attraction when after he dismisses Bucky or ignores him, Bucky slowly rises from the couch then follows Tony around. He asks questions casually as he gets into Tony’s space. He gets close enough that Tony can feel Bucky’s body heat. He’ll also lean in to Tony as he reaches for things, and basically use any excuse to get close to Tony. Sometimes, he’ll even feign exhaustion, and with a sigh, place his chin on Tony’s shoulder and grumble about how tired he is.
It’s a lie and Tony knows it.
Tony realizes he should probably make a move–either a romantic one or a rejection. He enjoys the attention though, and he’s not quite sure what to make of Bucky’s intentions. Bucky seems at the very least down to fuck (and Tony would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested). However, Bucky could have easily verbalized his desries by now. Instead, he’s playing this game of chicken with Tony, and Tony doesn’t want to lose.
So Tony keeps playing, and enjoying the attention, even if some days it leaves him feeling more confused than happy.
fic moodboard → do every stupid thing by @thepartyresponsible
Jason doesn’t mean for the Winter Soldier to be a present for Tony Stark. The youngest Stark isn’t supposed to be involved at all.
The plan is simple: intervene before the Winter Soldier can murder Howard and Maria, tranq the Winter Soldier until he’s sufficiently incapacitated, and then drag him off for further study and let the Starks carry on with their fraught, bourgeoisie bullshit.
holy SHIT
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Tony flew through the portal with a warhead in his hands.
He let go, and he wasn’t scared.
Hello, something whispered, thousands, millions, infinite voices speaking as one, around him and inside him and part of him. Hello.
Tony thought that he probably should be scared, considering the circumstances. The portal was closing behind him, he could see the lack of light, the ring of fire from the nuke was roaring towards him, and there was a voice speaking to him.
He wasn’t, though. The voice felt familiar, comforting, even. Hi? He thought back, and felt a rush of delight, as bright and warm as a star.
Because it was a star, he realised. He was speaking to the stars.
Welcome home. They said, their happiness and love as big as them, bigger, stretching across the universe.
And Tony wanted. He wanted to stay here, in the stars, where he belonged. I can’t stay. He whispered, and it was sorrowful, an apology, because they needed him down there, Pepper and Rhodey and JARVIS and his bots, they needed him and he needed them and he couldn’t leave them, not even for the stars. I have to go back.
The stars understood. We will see you. They said, as they nudged him, wrapped him in starlight and carried him back towards the portal. We will miss you, Ours. They whispered back, and the title, theirs, was more than a title, it was his name, his history, his elemental makeup, all contained in a single word, a word that meant everything, meant brother and father and child and creator and family.
The sheer force, the sheer scope and immensity of that single word was enough to knock him out, and Tony fell.
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