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seyenna · 3 years

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Philza and/or Techno and/or Ranboo fic recs

just some of my fav dsmp fics, mainly phil, techno or ranboo bc i’m biased but also a bunch of sbi and others

this one goes out mainly to zablr discord my beloved

pls tell me if the links don’t work

all of these are on ao3

rating\status(complete/ongoing)\warnings\word count\misc tags

ichor flows free amongst the iron by summer_rising

T\o\violence\13k\series\gods AU

Summary:

A gods and goddesses AU of the Dream SMP, dramatized for all our benefits.

First work:

"Two gods meeting on a mountaintop overlooking the stormy sea? Very classy, Dream, I appreciate your taste."

Dream didn't turn to look at him, but the faint shake of his shoulders let Techno know he had heard.

"Scar's healing up nicely, I see," Techno mumbled with a light nod of his head.

"Mhm. Cut nice and clean. Not that I expected any less from you, of course."

The god of power and the god of luck meet on a mountaintop to discuss Luck's standing in the ongoing political disaster.

We're Only Young by ImperialKatwala

G\o\-\66k\series\Dream & Technoblade

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

And when the sun comes up, you'll find a brand new god. by SkyboxZoo

M\o\violence\19k\gods AU

Summary:

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had gotten torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

old gods (new gods) by WriterWinged

T\o\-\9k\series\gods AU

Summary of first work:

Survival, Blood, Madness. Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot. Three gods who have never cared for mortal life, who play with them when they want to, who kill their toys just as easily. How, then, did a mortal end up in their hands?

This House Is A Fucking Nightmare by SilverWing15

T\c\-\17k\series\sbi

Summary:

AU Where Phil isn't quite as willing to stand by while his sons drop like flies

Summary of third part (my fav):

Does lingering too long in the shadow of a god make you a god? The voices in his head seem to think so.

His brothers know he's older than them but they don't know how much

OR: Technoblade doesn't think his brothers realize how different they are from ordinary men. After all, ordinary men may fight the gods, but they don't win.

It's been a long day. by BecausePlot

G\c\-\3k\Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

Sides are bad: he knows that much. He’s seen it tear people apart time and time again, so when he decided to separate himself from Tubbo and keep his distance, he knew he was in the right.

Well. He thought he was in the right, at the time. Sitting all by himself on the steps to the Prime Path, he’s not so sure anymore.

Yes, the sides might have torn the others apart, might have made them so weak that they have no choice but to fold under Dream’s hand, but at least they aren’t lonely.

So are sides bad?

‘I don’t know.’

~*~

Or, Ranboo looks out at the ruins of L'Manburg, feeling more lost and lonely than he ever has.

But, as he soon finds, he's not as alone as he thinks.

the voices in my head, they say a lot of things by rosyasteria

-\c\violence\1k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Some days the voices didn’t listen. They didn’t let up. They screamed instead of whispered, relentless, assaulting his ears until they bled.

tell them i was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold by rosyasteria

-\c\-\2k\Techonblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade cared. But in the end it just fucked him over.

For the majority of his life, Techno felt like less of a companion, less of a family member, and more like a weapon to be wielded. 'The Blade' they called him; never 'friend'.

It Leaves Little Time for Anything Else by mirandible

M\c\-\1k\part of series\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

A young man aims for the top, but fate has other plans for him. So does Technoblade, apparently.

(Or: answering the question of “Why does Techno hide his scars if they’re supposed to be some sort of trophy? Why keep your point of pride a secret?”)

the best requiem is a bar of silence (and I'll sing it, even if I must hold back my tears) by jello12451

T\o\-\10k\Philza & Technoblade

Summary:

He can’t help the noise of celebration that escapes him. Techno- this means that Techno’s free, and he got his horse back, and everything is alright-

Tubbo, filled with rage at Phil’s cheers, turns and impulsively shoots an arrow.

He doesn’t expect to hit his target.

---

Alternatively: What if Phil didn't have a bucket of water when Tubbo shot him?

Change fate by being aggressively kind by sircantus

T\o\-\13k\sbi, Philza-centric

Summary:

“You do understand that you’re caring for the thing meant to bring destruction and chaos to our world, right?” The woman asks, Phil looking behind him fondly as Techno grabs at the ends of his wings.

“He’s just a child.” Phil answers distractedly, humming as his wings get gently yanked at.

“He’s the first of three to destroy life as we know it! Shouldn’t we, well, get rid of him?!”

“Oh, no.” Phil raises his eyes with a sharp glare. “Believe me, I have my own way of preventing the apocalypse.”

---

Or, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are basically chaotic forces of nature, destined from birth to end the world and bring destruction. Most who hear of the tale of them are trying their best to track them down, and to end the monsters while they’re still young, still just children.

Phil has a different plan.

(In which Phil raises the minecraft equivalents of the anti-christ with love and support, so much so to the point where the world ending is really just a funny thought, and Phil has three kids who casually have powers that are bit more extreme than anything else in the world)

I promised you that everything would be fine by findingkairos

G\c\-\6k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

manifestation: (n.)

1. an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical;

2. a version or incarnation of something or someone;

3. an appearance of a ghost or spirit;

4. the Blood God.

When he's young and still alone, still establishing his reputation as the immortal warrior, Technoblade makes up an imaginary friend.

Years later, the blood god is very real and very much a god: one that is prepared to do anything for their first and only friend.

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

T\c\violence, self-harm\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault.

There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.

carry all my sins by BananasofThorns

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo-centric

Summary:

Ranboo swallows. “All my armor and weapons and stuff are missing. Fundy and I were gonna go looking for them after the festival, I think.”

“I see.” Tubbo smiles again, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just a festival. We could probably find someone to lend you a sword or an axe or something.”

He starts towards the stage, waving at people when they call his name, and Ranboo follows. The original panic has dulled to a cold buzz in his chest, but apprehension still wraps itself around his body like chains. He doesn’t like being without his armor and tools; he feels too exposed, and if something happens, he’ll be helpless.

“Ranboo?” Tubbo calls, glancing back.

Ranboo shakes his head and hurries to catch up. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine."

Tubbo grins. “That’s the spirit.”

Rule 5: be loyal. L'manberg doesn't do well with supposed traitors. Ranboo deals with the consequences.

Sojourn by Lacy_Star

T\o\-\13k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

“Well…” Ranboo started slowly, “You see, uh… I kinda… don’t have a house anymore, obviously. Um… Phil found me in—“ He paused, cutting himself off and squinting at the floorboards— very discreet, “Phil… found me. And… um… He said I could stay by you guys. Like, um, by the dog house he wants to build?” He paused, then began to ramble, “But, uh, if you don’t want me here, I understand— and I’m sorry for coming in your house when you weren’t here, I swear I didn’t touch anything— it was just cold outside and—“

Techno just stared at him. And how, how was this the second time this had happened to him? How was this the second time he returned home after battle to discover an injured teenage boy waiting for him, seeking assistance with nowhere to go? And how badly had that ended last time, in nothing but betrayal and insults?

---

AKA: Phil drags a half-enderman home after Doomsday, and Techno decides that they can keep it. For now.

can an axe count as rent? by aboutfivebees

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

Ranboo’s struggling to settle into his new life on the Arctic Anarchist Commune, but at least he’s got bread.

or the struggles of an enderman hybrid to come up with a housewarming gift to give to his friends, who are just trying to adopt him

The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom by StarPrince_Punk

T\o\-\25k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

The Blade's stance was still tense, his body prepared to fight at a moment’s notice if need be. “What’s your name?” Phil asked “My… name?” The Blade asked. “Yeah. Your name isn’t actually The Blade, right? That’s like a stage name?” Phil tried to keep his tone light. “What’s your real name?” The Blade hesitated. “No one… No one’s called me by my name in a long time.” ------- When Phil comes across Ranboo in his panic room after L'Manberg's destruction, it reminds him of when he first met Technoblade. And just like when he met Techno, Phil's first instinct is that he has to help this kid. While living together, Techno and Ranboo learn that they're much more similar than they had previously thought, and Phil learns that it's not too late for him to be a better dad.

This already feels like more of a home by H3118ENDER

T\o\violence, death\18k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

As the ashes of L'Manberg settle the conflict continues to come to life setting the stage for a new wave of blood shed. Stuck slam in the middle of past and present friends Ranboo is coming to learn that even without nations to their names feelings and feuds don't die but people, people do.

A Shadow of a Shadow by unappetizingegg

T\c\-\4k\ Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

There were a few beats of silence, and then- “What are your plans, now? Do you need a place to stay?”

That caught him off guard. Surely he’d heard incorrectly. Phil was offering him a home, right after he’d orchestrated the destruction of his past one? It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. Why would Phil say that?

Then he remembered, he remembered Techno stopping him in the fight. He remembered being handed his book, the question in Techno’s gaze. He swore, in that moment, Technoblade, the Technoblade, had been worried about him. He remembered that he had been told to leave, to run, to get away and preserve himself. He had spared him, he remembered that Techno had spared him.

Techno had helped him. Phil had tried to protect him, to get him away from the danger.

They were there for him.

---

alternatively:

Ranboo is alone. But he really isn't.

Meritocracy by oddsbodkins

G\o\-\18k\Dream & Technoblade, sbi, medieval AU

Summary:

Dream is more successful than he'd ever imagined - but there's one thing that's been bothering him. Technoblade, his biggest rival, the Acolyte of the Blood God and King of the Arena, went missing last spring, just before Dream got the chance to duel him. Without that one achievement to pave his way, all the following victories have felt cheap.

So, Dream hired some goons to dig Technoblade up and pester him into coming back to the Capitol, for one last showdown. Easy enough, right?

Interlude I: "Promises to Keep" by Ozzyyy

T\c\-\1k\part of a series\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

These woods are lovely, dark, and deep But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep.

Techno has a plan. It's crazy. It's insane, it's actually just batshit bonkers. But if chaos cannot be enjoyed together, then what's it worth, yeah? There's a certain beauty in watching the world burn from the center of the flames. Phil intends to be there.

I Don't Want To Start A Fight (wouldn't you rather start a riot?) by KryOnBlock

T\c\violence, death\15k\Technoblade & Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

An universal ping rang out from behind him, the third and final he knew, and Phil sobbed, clutching the body tighter.

Techno didn’t move.

It always has been Technoblade and Philza, Philza and Technoblade. Take on half, and you shall never go back.

Sheltered by Lulatic

G\c\-\6k\Ranboo & Technoblade

Summary:

It was cold outside. But Techno never heard Ranboo complain.

That was the best excuse he could muster to keep him out.

Antarctic Princes 'verse by BirchWrites

T\o\-\15k\series\sbi

Summary:

Loosely-connected one shots set in an AU where the Antarctic Empire and the Dream SMP are in the same world. Ordered chronologically, but each fic can be read as a standalone thing

Summary of first part:

Oh shit. Forget arrested; Dream’s going to have to tell Wilbur that he watched Tommy get stabbed for being terminally stupid.

May we cross paths again by QueenLunaFreed

G\c\-\1k\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

“Even if tomorrow it’s just us versus the entire server, Dream, I’m telling you right now - I have confidence.”

---

Dream couldn’t comprehend the pacing contradiction in front of him, the weakness he could clearly see, but would never comment on. Because this man has been defying Dream's expectations since they first met, because despite them not being friends and having no reason to trust each other, Dream knew that Technoblade is the only person who he’d trust to do this right. To destroy L'Manberg alongside him yet again, this time for real.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

T\o\-\18k\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

For you the world, Phil.

Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war.

This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.

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(Featuring: Back to Back Badasses, healthy relationships, accidental deification, intentional world domination, and Phil's past coming back to haunt his best friend.)

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚

pairing: chris beck x reader

words: 4k words, 4.1k words with lyrics

warnings: angst, past-high school relationship, lots of fluff, post events of the martian, CHRIS BECK JUST BEING THE SOFTEST BOY EVER

summary: in which y/n reassures chris he can always come back home to her.

a/n: hey y’all! i’m here with the first part of the evermore series which i’m super super excited about. i know i was gonna post this like two weeks ago, but life and depression and the urge to throw myself off a bridge came first, but thanks to @extremelyblackandwhite and @captainscanadian and their lovely lovely motivation I got it up. i’d also like to thank @countryrockmama for beta’ing this fic, and um y’all should go check out all of their accounts for amazing stories and just because they are wonderful humans :) without any further ado, put your earbuds in, queue up dorothea, and enjoy! <3

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Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When we were younger, down in the park

Honey, making a lark of the misery

“Y/N, you’re gonna get yourself killed, Jesus Christ!”

A sixteen-year-old Chris Beck followed a fifteen-year-old Y/N L/N into the lake out behind his house, carefully trying to search for anything potentially dangerous they could step on in the dark, murky liquid while the rambunctious girl swam ahead of him, giggling while trying to keep herself afloat. They’d been watching over his baby sister when she’d thrown her rubber ball a little too hard and it landed somewhere in the lake. While Chris didn’t care about the eleven-year-old’s crying and whining about her stupid ball, Y/N was much too kind for that and offered to hop in the lake at nine in the morning, in March, to grab it. On second thought, her kindness was probably the reason his mom hired her as a babysitter. But regardless of what she was hired to do, she was Chris’ friend, his most stubborn one at that, and now he was nearly freezing his balls off in the water in fear of his friend’s safety.

“Chrissy, it ain’t gonna hurt you if you swim, there’s no damn alligators in the waters here.” Y/N treaded water in the middle of the water, staring at the trees around them as rain lightly fell on her head. Chris finally caught up to her, breathing heavily, his arms still flailing wildly in the water while his best friend laughed at him. When she’d reluctantly stopped poking fun at him, she ducked under the water, the only indication that anything was in there being the small air bubbles that rose to the surface as she swam in a circle. Y/N popped back up with a small gasp, wiping the water out of her eyes. “I’ve been feeling around the water and I don’t think we’re gonna find Amy’s ball. Oh look, she’s so upset!”

Sure enough, the little girl was sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the two teens with tears in her eyes. Y/N was upset that Amy was upset, but Chris… he really couldn’t care less. No, he was much too transfixed on the way droplets of water trailed down the slope of her nose and the way he was studying the column of her neck was far more than just “friendly”.

“Hey, Chris?” The boy looked up, blushing that he’d been caught pretty much checking out her body less than three feet away from her, but that’s when he noticed the starstruck look in her eyes, and he knew right then he was a goner. “Kiss me.”

His arms wrapped around her waist in the water so elegantly, nose judging hers as she grinned, her smile wide as could be. It was awkward, extremely so for the two best friends, but when Y/N’s mouth reached up to find his, their cold lips pressed against each other as her hands grasped the back of his neck, it felt right. Amy screamed loudly, as all little kids did when anyone showed affection, running inside to hide from the two enamored teens. Y/N giggled into Chris’ mouth, feeling like she was meant to be in his arms all along, thanking whatever supernatural being brought them together in that moment. This was the turn in their relationship: it was a kiss that promised, “I’ll be here forever”.

Y/N often thought about this moment when she walked to the Becks’ house. Today her heeled boots hit the sidewalk in time with the Taylor Swift song she was listening to, feeling awfully melancholic, for what, she wasn’t exactly sure. Well, she was sure, but she just thought she had moved on and refused to admit it.

Her memories with Chris stayed prevalent even more than twenty years after their first kiss. In her secluded world of education where the other faculty didn’t like her and her dates that she went out with thought she was strange, the only people Y/N had left were the family of her ex-boyfriend of ten years. The Beck family would always be her family of course, they’d made that clear after Chris had upped and left Connecticut, but it had been him who stole her love and shoved it in a locket, currently on a rocket ship headed towards Earth. Even after all this time the roots he’d grown in her heart, his love, his morning kisses, and soft words, they were all still engraved in her memories and refused to budge.

With a sigh Y/N pulled the periwinkle cardigan she wore tighter around her chest as the orange leaves that scattered across the sidewalk began to dance. She was on her way to pick up Amy, who refused to get her car fixed, to bring her out for a long due spa day. The lineup of facials and massages planned had taken up nearly two months of her paycheck, but damn it, after weeks upon weeks of grading high school papers and dealing with shitty coworkers, it was what she deserved.

Y/N was aware that Amy had some kind of call with Chris in the next few days, and from what she’d heard from the news, his crew was coming home soon. She’d be lying if she said that didn’t make her heart beat the littlest bit faster, anxious to see him finally come home after ten years. No contact, no calls, no voicemail after he left her alone in their previously shared apartment, and though she was angry, infuriated, for the longest time, now that she’d cooled down, she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and beg him not to leave again. There were several times he could’ve died in space. Y/N was well aware of the risks of space travel, having watched several takeoffs failing, and of course Chris’ crewmate, Mark Watney, be stranded on the planet Mars. Chris Beck was a name known to nearly every damn scientist and doctor and astronaut across the globe, having shown exemplary skills in his trade and he just got that much more fame from the Ares 3 mission. Occasionally, very occasionally, she cursed the damn television when his face showed up on the news, her heart churning inside of her rib cage in homesickness, longing to be held by him just one more time.

It had been a while, but she missed him.

A terracotta pathway led to Amy’s childhood home, still painted a dark forest green, a color she had chosen actually, back in middle school. The Amazon truck must’ve come early as well, as a large box, probably a new slow cooker for Mrs. Beck, sat in front of the front door. Y/N picked up the box with a small groan, digging around in her pocket for her key, but paused to ready herself to face a house full of memories of a lost love, before entering with a smile.

You got shiny friends since you left town

A tiny screen's the only place I see you now

And I got nothing but well wishes for ya

Chris stared at the computer system on the Hermes, the little melodic tones playing elevator music, keeping him on edge as he waited for his little sister to show up. The connection was always difficult, of course, considering the entire ship was in space, but he had been out there for nearly two and a half years, homesick and tired, with absolutely zero wishes to touch ground on any planet besides Earth ever again. While he was eternally grateful for the opportunities, he’d been given his entire life, scholarships to Yale and several spacewalks, the Ares 3 mission he was still on, he knew he’d had his fill.

Of course, he missed his family too. Chris’ parents had gotten over his departure quickly, though they were always worried for him, but his sister took a bit longer to heal from the loss of his presence. He should’ve understood, after all the two of them were partners in crime for twenty-five years and he’d just left her without a second thought or an ounce of sympathy.

The first call he had gotten with his family, God, was it already two years ago? The first call he had, only his parents showed up, his sister, Amy, going as far as to leave the house when his face so much appeared on the computer screen. But slowly and surely Chris wormed his way back into her heart, not that he had really left anyway.

A loud chime shook Chris out of his reverie, letting him know that the connection was secured, and the smirking face of Amy Beck showed up on screen. It’d been a while since he talked to her, nearing a year, but the woman still looked as lively and badass as ever, her now turquoise hair with white highlights on full display. She’d never been able to stick to one color for more than two weeks, at most. Chris could see the interior childhood house behind her, the living room exactly the same as he left it, turquoise sofas, and the front door with pictures of college tacked up on it still there. A pang of home sickness and sorrow hit his chest like a bullet, longing to be in the safety of that room again.

God, he really missed home.

“Lay it on me, bitch, what’s new?” Chris rolled his eyes at his younger sister’s words, not surprised in the slightest despite the fact that she was thirty-four years old and still acted like a teen.

“Well, you know, I’m still in space so nothing new, really.” Chris quipped smartly.

Amy genuinely smiled, tying her thin hair up with a purple scrunchie as she responded. “Twenty-eight days to go, right?” He nodded with a great grin of his own.

The siblings chatted for a bit more, thirty minutes seeming to go by quickly with quick little anecdotes and updates about the family and recent events happening on Earth. Apparently, Olivia Rodrigo was recently married, good to know. Chris listened as Amy animatedly told him about how the girl she was crushing on at work asked her out, when he saw the front door of the house start opening, a figure dressed in a long cardigan emerging from behind it.

“Uh, Ames, are you expecting anyone over right now?” Chris asked. The woman furrowed her brows at the monitor, before a look of shock and remembrance came upon her face. Suddenly, she was frantically grabbing at the screen, seemingly trying to remove it from the wall. “Amy, what the hell are you doing? Is there something wrong?”

As Amy tried to brush off his question, a sweet voice sounded from behind her, a voice that had Chris thought he’d never hear again. “Amy, what are you doing with the computer? It’s plugged into the wall socket; you’re not going to be able to move it well.”

Reluctantly, Amy set the computer down, her face flushed, and expression resigned and that’s when Chris saw her.

Y/N looked older, after all it had been over ten years since he last saw her, but no less beautiful. That hair of hers that he used to run his fingers through every night looked almost the same, the new cut just making his chest hurt just a little, and he was sure that if he closed his eyes, he could still smell her: mango perfume, she had always reminded him, just a hint of jasmine. And when her eyes met his, that smile that he loved so much dropped, and her eyes widened by a tenfold, surprised to see him as well.

The former lovers stared at each other, both unable to move and throats as dry as the desert. Y/N’s hands let go of the box she was holding, staring at the screen in a trance.

Chris didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything he could say that would relieve the throbbing of his chest or that would make up for the ten years of silence. No words could justify how he left their shared apartment, bags packed to the fullest before having his sister explain to Y/N that he had made the decision of moving to Texas by himself and believing that it was the right thing to do. Because who was Chris Beck without a fear of confrontation?

Still a damn coward was who he was.

He knew he shouldn’t have been in shock that Y/N was hanging out in his childhood home. After all, she had been Amy’s babysitter before his girlfriend, the sweet, pretty, friendly girl in his physics class who he had a crush on before his parents hired her, and she became his best friend. Though his sister was four years younger than them, she and Y/N had been close friends ever since their childhood years, only bonding closer after his sudden departure from Hartford.

Amy sat holding her breath, looking between the silent adults. It was awkward, there was no doubt about it, and she was on the edge of her chair, begging for someone to say something. More specifically for Y/N to say something because she knew if Chris opened his mouth, he’d probably cry. She knew how her brother still felt about Y/N, it was obvious in every call when he asked about her, and how disappointed he was when Amy refused to tell him anything about her. But nonetheless, it was clear: Chris Beck was still strung up on the same girl he’d been in love with for twenty-two years.

It was Y/N who finally broke the silence, coming to rest her hands, on Amy’s shoulders from behind. “Hey, Beck, long time no see,” she joked with a tense chuckle.

Now, Y/N had had years to properly deal with what she felt towards Chris after he left. For the first three it was anger, lots of it, for leaving her by herself in a cold, half-empty apartment. These were the years that were filled with hatred, self-loathing, sorrow, wondering what she could’ve done to have him leave her so suddenly. But slowly she grew up and moved on. After all, what else was there to do?

Chris on the other hand had no closure. Ten years had passed since he left her without a goodbye. Every night for ten years he sat in his small Houston apartment, guilt eating its way through his body and broken promises plaguing his thoughts. Wondering how Y/N was doing but pausing in fear when his finger hovered over the call button. He was a fucking coward.

“H-hi, Y/N.” He saw his ex-girlfriend give him a faint smile through the screen, and he gulped, hard, trying to push down the bile rising in his throat. “You look really good.”

“You do too, Chris.”

Amy spared a glance up at Y/N, the woman longingly staring at the screen ahead of her. Her bottom lip was pulled taut between her teeth, the silence so deafening that Amy could practically hear the tension radiating around the room, and she’d had enough.

“That’s it, dumbasses, get your shit figured out, I’m outta here.” The younger Beck gave a mini salute to Chris through the screen and pecked Y/N on the cheek, before heading upstairs without another word. Both of them gave a quiet, awkward chuckle and Y/N couldn’t remember a single moment that she’d felt so at a loss for words around anyone. But then again, she’d never had to deal with the aftermath of her boyfriend of ten years leaving without a goodbye, so firsts were really an ongoing theme of her day.

Chris cleared his throat silently, glancing down for a moment before choking out, “I’m sorry.”

I know. Or that’s what she wanted to say, but instead Y/N’s eyes betrayed her feeble attempt at a strong facade and her heartbeat sped up while she tried to look anywhere but Chris’ face through the screen. It was hard enough, seeing him, talking to him after she’d convinced herself she had moved on, but Chris's soft voice stopped her.

“No, Y/N, please don’t look away, please don’t cry. I didn’t-” he gulped, “I didn’t even think at that moment I left the apartment, I didn’t even try to contact you for ten years, Y/N. I-I need you to yell at me, or scream, or do something other than be sad, please.”

His pleading blue eyes, the ones that used to be so easy to fall into spoke in volumes, even across the universe. Those damn angel eyes were impossible to say no to, so she steeled herself and calmly looked back into the camera.

“I’m not going to scream at you. I would never, ever, be able to scream at you,” Y/N chuckled, eyes darting to her hands that seemed just oh so interesting all of a sudden. “I’d never forgive myself if I did. But you hurt me, Chris. I told you, I promised you that I would be supportive of whatever you chose to do, as long as we were together, but you went along and made that decision for us by yourself.” Y/N took in a shuddering sigh, her heart clenching at the sight of tears leaking from his eyes.

She remembered days spent in bed with promises of rings and white picket fences, days spent together somewhere on the West coast with warm weather kissing their skin for the rest of their lives. Together forever.

But that fantasy, that illusion of hers had been shattered when Chris started to focus on working for NASA. Y/N understood his love of science, his passion for space and fixing people when they couldn’t fix themselves. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t her original dream of moving to California and starting a family, she was so far gone for him that she’d have followed him to the ends of the planet if he asked.

But he didn’t.

“You ruined all other guys for me, Beck,” Y/N chuckled mirthlessly. “In ten years, ten damn years, I can’t think of one person who I loved more than I love you.”

I love you. Chris sat, starstruck by her admission to him, but the same pool of guilt still boiled low in his stomach. Yet, even through her confession, he was unable to form the correct words to say. “God, there were so many ways I had planned out this talk going, and this was definitely not one of them.”

That coaxed a smile from him, the collar of his grey crewneck stained with tears as he felt his heart grow lighter. “Yeah, I can imagine why.”

The time on the side of the screen made a small noise, alerting him that he only had two minutes left on his call. It was Martinez’ turn next and if Chris ended late, he knew the man would kick his ass all the way back to Mars. Or embarrass him in front of Y/N and tell her all about the nights he’d spent crying over her. Either option was not desirable or efficient in fighting for a chance to be with her again.

His heart screamed at him to tell her that he was still hopelessly in love with her, but his mind taunted him with guilt-ridden questions: did he still have that right? To tell her he loved her? Chris was sure he’d caused enough damage to Y/N’s heart, to her love life so it seemed from what she told him. To quote her exactly, she’d never loved anyone else as much as she loved him. She could’ve had a family by now, someone else to fill the void of emptiness is her chest that he left behind, but it was far too late to undo the damage.

“Chris, I can hear you thinking from outer space,” Y/N joked. “This isn’t your fault. Well, it is, but-”

What other words could describe I want you back? What other way was there to tell Chris, a way to grab him by the shoulders and reassure him that she wanted to try again. That she couldn’t stop loving him, no matter how hard she tried. That she was physically incapable of not loving him, addicted to his happiness and his love just as much as he was with hers.

“I’ll be here when you get back to Earth, Beck, is what I’m trying to get at. It’s never too late to come back to my side, so please, just don’t see this call as a goodbye, or closure, because I think we’ve both had enough of that to fill an entire lifetime.”

Her words struck like a chord through him, a golden needle and thread stitching his aching, broken heart back together. A fleeting flutter in his chest for a chance at a new beginning for them, and the life, the love he thought he could never have after years of being separated from Y/N.

His smile never faltered in the slightest when he whispered back, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

This place is the same as it ever was

But you don't like it that way

It's never too late to come back to my side

The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

And if you're ever tired of being known for who you know

You know, you'll always know me

The sign in Y/N’s hands grew heavier with every second that passed by. The Beck family would be returning from Houston soon, having spent about a week with Chris down in his apartment before moving back home. All of his things were being shipped back to Connecticut, not that it was too difficult considering he wasn’t living in his apartment for more than two years. Y/N checked the clock on her phone, its bright light letting her know that it was three in the morning.

Ten minutes until the love of her life was touching ground in Hartford again. Twenty-five until she’d see him face to face since he left her that fateful night ten years ago.

The month that she had waited for him to come home seemed to be years long, the days at work spent nervously tapping her foot and daydreaming, while nights were filled with sleepovers at the Beck’s house and happily chattering with the family in waiting for Chris’ arrival. Y/N had spent a lot of time thinking to herself during that period too. It wasn’t that she was scared of him leaving her again, but it had been ten years since they’d been together, much less talked to each other. That was a lot of time for change, maturing from naive post-grads to adults, and whether that change was good or not was going to be discovered soon, and she did not like the anticipation one bit.

Grasping for a way to soothe her rattling nerves, Y/N stared out of the large windows at the terminal, trying to count the amount of stars she could find. Once upon a time, she and Chris had regularly snuck out of their houses to climb to the large grassy hill behind the high school, her head in his lap, his fingers tracing constellations on her moonlit skin as he sung her to sleep. It was a song that was sung to him when he was little, The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson, and though they were nearly adults at the time, it was always exactly what she needed, the calm to the raging storm of emotions that flooded through her every day.

“You can see the stars out tonight pretty well, can’t you stardust?”

Y/N was unaware that she’d even fallen asleep, a light tapping on her shoulder bringing her from her dreamless rest. Her eyes blinked wearily, the bright white lights of the airport pouring into her sight, framing the smiling face of Christopher Beck like a halo.

“Chris?” She whispered dreamily. “You’re back.”

Chris’s palm trailed down her sweatshirt arm to cup her hand in his, and he kneeled in front of her, tears already forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Had to come back home to you, didn’t I, sweetheart?”

And when Y/N’s voice allowed a sob to break through and Chris was in her arms again, she knew that he was home, finally for good.

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livinginsunnyhell · 3 years

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Ask game for fanfic writers! ⌨️🖊📓📝

1. What fandoms do you write for?

2. What pairings do you write for?

3. What is your most popular fanfic?

4. Do you write original stories as well?

5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

6. What is a fandom you will never write for?

7. What is a ship you will never write for?

8. Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

9. What are your favorite fanfics?

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

13. What is your planning process?

14. What have others criticized about your fanfic?

15. OCs or no OCs?

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?

18. What is your favorite writing prompt?

19. Dead or overused tropes?

20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

21. What’s your shortest fanfic?

22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

25. How many WIPs will you finish?

26. First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

27. Do you take requests?

28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!

29. What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

30. What writing software do you use?

31. Do you use beta/sensitivity readers?

32. Past or present tense?

33. Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

35. What is your favorite review?

36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?

37. Did your work ever get plagiarized?

38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

39. Collaborations or working solo?

40. Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

41. What is something you don’t like about your writing?

42. Rudest review?

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

45. Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?

46. Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

(Don't feel obligated to answer. Thought if you're into these kinda things, that'd be a nice ask. ;))

Oh this is so nice!! Thanks for sending this @annansmith

I chose a few of them to do.

1. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I’m writing for Shameless (Gallavich) but I’ve written for:

Veronica Mars (LoVe), Veep (Amy/Dan), Arrow (Oliver/Felicity), Once Upon A Time (Hook/Emma), The Old Guard (Joe/Nicky), That 70′s show (Hyde/Jackie), Sons of Anarchy (Tara/Jax), Vampire Diaries (Klaroline), Hart of Dixie (Zoe/Wade), Gilmore Girls (Rory/Jess), X-men (Rogue/Pyro), One Tree Hill (Haley/Nathan), and a few others.

2. What pairings do you write for?

Now I write Gallavich.

But I’d say my top ones I love writing for now (my fanfiction writing has spanned about 14 years) are Dan/Amy, Veronica/Logan, Klaus/Caroline, Mickey/Ian.

3. What is your most popular fanfic?

My most popular fic on Ao3 is The Course of True Love (Arrow) and on FF Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic LoVe (Veronica Mars)

4. Do you write original stories as well?

Yes, I do. I’m working on a book, well, two books. But it’s going very slowly. The first is a memoir of my travels from around the world and the second is a vampire urban fantasy one. We’ll see how it goes, but I’d like to finish them by next year and see if I can get them published, but it’s hard so who knows.

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

Well, recently I’ve really been trying to finish everything I write. I have a lot of WIPs from years and years ago and even within the the last year, so this answer is pretty new. Basically, I focus on one fic at a time and write a little every day to stay motivated. Now, I try to update once a week on a certain day. I think comments/reviews and kudos and people being genuinely encouraging helps though. It’s also what’s gotten me considering finishing my older fics.

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic Love (over 165k)

13. What is your planning process?

Now, it’s different. I have a doc of ideas and I wait to see which one I can’t seem to shake. Then I plan out each chapter with a few sentences and I have a list of things I want to focus on in the story. Usually, each story now has a kind of theme to it and a main focus. I sometimes will just want to write a certain situation/scene/focus and the story is born from there. But what really helps is writing down chapter 1, 2, etc. and having a sentence or two for what I want to happen. It doesn’t always go according to plan, but I never get writers block or forget what happened in previous chapters now.

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Probably a mixture of fandom (or my personal) headcanons. I don’t start with prompts unless it’s a challenge or sentence starters. Usually, I have a scene I already want to write in my head and then I sit down and write it.

17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?

Yes, I’ve read several books on writing. My undergrad was creative writing too, so I learned a lot there. I also follow writing instagram accounts which are helpful. I take everything I learn with a grain of salt and I see what is best for me. The best advice I heard recently was short sentences and so now I’m experimenting with that.

20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

There’s a lot from many different fandoms. I used to be on FF.net as Psyc0gurl0 and now I’m ProstheticLoVe on a03. I like writing on ao3 better cause it’s easier and I love the tagging process. Plus the gallavich fandom on there is unreal. So to think about going back to ff.net to finish my WIPs seems like such a process now.

Currently though, I’m writing an Ian’s POV 5 chapter fic called Chocolate. It’s not out yet, but it’ll focus on Ian from 1x06 to 1x09 or so and how his feelings for Mickey change and evolve. It’s the second part to a series called Chocolate and Cigarettes. Mickey’s POV was Cigarettes.

22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

Yes, I listen while writing but I need silence while editing. I have a Love (lol) playlist. It’s basically all the love songs that remind me of couples I ship. So for example, The Acid is in there a lot because their music is great, but also Basic Instinct is so haunting. Overall, I like all music except country, so sometimes I’ll listen to my larger playlists while writing.

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

So this has changed over the years. Initially, I wrote short chapters, then when I got back into fanfiction while writing klaroline they got a lot longer and now it’s just basically where the chapter has a natural ending. So the chapters are between 4 - 10k words depending. I try to get over 4k though. Right now, once I’m done with my current fic, I really want to write something over 100k.

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

A lot...none in Shameless though. Well, I guess my current one, but I haven’t posted that yet. I’d say I probs have about 10 WIPs spanning different fandoms. I know. But my goal for 2021 is to pick two and finish them.

25. How many WIPs will you finish?

Not all of them. Some of them are from years and years ago. But I’d like to finish the ones that I still get reviews on. So there’s a SOAs fic I want to finish cause that fandom is so lovely. I also want to finish a klaroline one cause that was fun to write. And my Amy/Dan ones I’d like to finish. I would like to finish my Veronica Mars ones (I have two) but they need a lot more attention, so when people message me about them I tell them the planned ending.

28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!

“Fuck, Mickey, I probably shouldn’t have had the third Hot Toddy,” Ian grimaced as the world around him spun.

Mickey laughed at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ian wanted to think his future husband just wanted to pull him closer, but he had a feeling it was to steady him.

“Probably should’ve cut you off earlier,” Mickey said tugging Ian closer.

Ian wobbled and plopped down on the back steps of the porch. Mickey followed suit a moment letter and they both looked out toward the backyard where the Gallaghers, Balls, and a few of the Milkovich cousins were alternatively huddling around a fire, drinking, and dancing.

“I blame Lip for making us have this stupid shared bachelor party in the first place,” Ian grumbled.

Mickey kissed him on the forehead as Ian lay his head on his shoulder. “It’s Sandy’s fault too.”

Ian hmmed in response and Mickey knew he was going to fall asleep any moment. He ran his hand up and down Ian’s arm and watched as Debbie bounced over to them.

“Jesus, you aren’t even married yet and you two are like an old married couple. Are you going to come dance or what?” she whined.

Mickey looked down at Ian, whose eyes were already closed, and then back up to Debbie. She was watching them with knowing eyes.

“We’ll dance at the wedding. Go grab Lip, I need his help to get Sleeping Beauty upstairs.”

Debbie turned to go get her eldest brother and Mickey looked back down at Ian. In his sleep, he nuzzled Mickey’s shoulder, breathed deeply, and a gentle smile appeared there.

3 more days and they’d officially be husbands.

34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

I was about 10 and my cousin used to write a buffy the vampire slayer zine. There was a link to a site called buffyworld.com or something like that. And I found fanfic that way. There was a link on the site to ff.net and that’s how I stumbled across that. I stayed there for many many years until my second time in the veronica mars fandom around 2014 when I was lead to a03 and then I’ve been there ever since. On and off, my writing has fluctuated through the years based on my personal life.

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

Everywhere! omg. It’s insane. Gallavich I love writing for. There’s so many different facets to them, but truly everywhere I find inspiration. I have a whole doc of gallavich ideas that have stemmed from other fanfics, headcanons from me and other people, rewatching episodes, what’s going to happen in s11, cute moments i’d like to see happen, holidays, and just general life. I saw a pic of WW2 vets who were in a long term relationship and i was like mickey and ian! another idea is born.

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fukurodaze · 3 years

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Congratulations for 400! I’m a long time reader so I’m so happy for u ❤️ for the mini game, what about 2, 14, and 17?

ahh thank u anon! i was waiting for this >:)

2. fic that caused you the most suffering.

first thing that came to mind was october. i kind of had an idea of soft boyfriend!tsukishima kei in mind but i had 0 idea how to execute it... and back then i literally had no moots that could beta read... the entire thing used to be like 4k words long? it used to be a second year summer + secret relationship au and then it became a post-graduation au and then it became a third year au and then i gave up... then one day i just wrote a makeout scene and took that and ran for my life and apparently that became my most popular work to date :’) i love u all for that

14. fic you would like your friends/followers/readers to give another chance. give us your best escalator pitch. do it now.

listen. if i ever get lost is absolutely the realistic slow burn you need. it might not be makout session in the rain. it might not be confession of love under the stars. it might not be full 50k angst fluff strangers to lovers mutual pining slowburn. HOWEVER! think about the way y/n slowly comes to terms with their feelings. think about how attentive and enthusiastic lev is while he asks y/n out to a ramen bar in the middle of tokyo. plus the romantic tension! the details in how lev eats his ramen! the way he’s so willing to give gifts! how he lets y/n take their time! i do not really know what an escalator pitch is but i promise you this work is literally a slice of life wrapped in subtle romance and chicken broth that’s sure to leave a warm feeling inside ur belly <3

17. what changed you? sorry i mean what fic changed you the most?

peaches. even if it was just one of the many works for my 200 event, this was probably my first ever solo (not x reader) work and i literally spent one whole night researching the ways you could spot a good peach when peach picking. it is probably my favourite work... ever????

send me an ask from the ‘2020′ fic writer ask meme!

#atari's 300 + 400 #mini game: 2 #mini game: 14 #mini game: 17

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ironheart-stony · 7 years

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MCU Civil War Fic Recs | Stony Edition

FINALLY i’ve decided to post my first fic rec list. Caught up with my feels after watching CA:CW. THE PAIN, THE ANGST, THE HEARTBREAK </3 Anyway I’ve been reading lots of MCU Post-Civil War fics and I thought it’s time for me to contribute to our lovely fandom. Here are some of my favorites to share with y’all. Don’t be shy, feel free to share any fic recs with me (●♡∀♡) I’d love to read more!

last updated 17/7/2017.

new fics added on top :) will be updated from time to time if there are new recs.

Over Sea, Under Stars by vorkosigan | 36k | fix-it, slowburn, textingfic

Tony gets the phone, but he never uses it and he never intends to. Or, he doesn’t until Steve starts texting him, asking strange questions about medication and mental health, which is when Tony gets worried.

(A texting fix-it that grew beyond all proportion. Deals with depression and anxiety quite a lot. There is even some plot in there somewhere.)

Lost With You (Might Be All I Need) by ann2who | E | 25k | fix-it, dimension travel

Tony and Steve fall through a portal just after defeating Thanos and his army. Stranded in another dimension, the two have to finally face what happened—and what could have been.

This Is How We Happen by Starksus | 3.9k | angst

"Tony is missing."

Steve hears the words over Natasha and Clint's bickering, over Sam's snorts, over the erratic beat of his heart.

Things We Wish Were True by Wix | M | 15k - WIP | postCW, multiverse

The Avengers are in the aftermath of the Civil War, trying to keep their heads above water when an unexpected portal opens up and drops a few familiar faces on their doorstep for the upcoming battles.

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor.

I Cannot Walk on Water ♡ by izazov | M | 26k | PostCW, angst, not exactly a happy ending

Steve doesn't think about having sex with Tony Stark. He certainly doesn't plan for it. It happens anyway.

A New Way For Us by ann2who | M | 24k | CW fix-it, time travel

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?

Multitude of One ♡ by nostalgicatsea | G | 4k | soulmates, angst

"So was I," his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him.

Disrepair by Tippet | T | 30k | CW fix-it

Post-Civil War. A mission at a power plant goes south and the ensuing explosion triggers the denaturation of the serum. In which Steve insists that he's feeling fine, Natasha gets Tony involved and pieces start being put back together.

Mailbox Full series ♡ by RurouniHime | T | 9k

Tony bypasses into the mailbox every time. It drives Steve absolutely nuts.

Used to be Mine by Fangirlingmanaged | T | 12k - WIP | break-up

Tony can't even recognize himself nowadays.

Bring Him Home by seventymilestobabylon | E | 13k

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)

Take It All Away by ann2who | part 9 of Say When Verse | E | 71k | married!stony

Steve and Tony love each other—that would undoubtedly always be true. However, there might just be things that don’t care for love, that don’t care what it means for the two to take different sides. Things that none of them could’ve foreseen. Things that might just rip everything apart.When the United Nations attempt to put restrictions on the Avengers, Tony has to admit that the pawns had been in place for a long time, he just hadn’t dared to admit it to himself. And now, it is simply a matter of who will move first—and more importantly: in which direction.

World Keep Turning ♡ by gilestel | teen | fancomic

Tony struggles with the day-to-day of leading a UN-sanctioned team of superheroes, Steve goes on a listening tour across America, and Natasha would like to remind everyone that (unlike Sam Wilson) she is not a licensed therapist.(55/200) page fancomic

Fundamental Attribution Error by Atsadi | teen | 57k - WIP

When we do things, we always have a good reason. It’s other people we see as defective.

Learning to look a little harder than that will be a long journey, but it might just be worth the struggle to change. After the civil war, everyone is left living in the new reality they've created — and now they have to figure out if they are willing (and able) to try again at being a real team.

Rebirth by panda_shi | mature | 105k | angst & feels

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you're doing what's right for your loved one.

But Tony is just a man. And there's only so much he can do.

(Or that time when Tony does what is necessary to survive just so that he can continue to fix things and makes extremely rash decisions; because even if Steve may have left him behind, doesn't mean Tony would do the same. Kind of.)

Yesterdays by by panda_shi | mature | 67k | deaged!tony

Everything seems to be in working order; except one day, after hoping and hoping for a chance to set things right, to prove what he had meant in his letter, that he'd be there for Tony when Tony needs him, Steve is given the opportunity to. It just isn't what he had expected it to be. Not by a long damn shot. Sequel to Rebirth.

Tusk ♡ by laudatenium | mature | 6k | fix-it

Strangely, or not so strangely, Steve is the one to call first.“Tony,” is all he says, low and throaty and oh so raspy.Tony says nothing. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much. And maybe, for once, Steve should be the one talking.

Never Eye To Eye ♡ by vorkosigan | mature | 26k

After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email. It's fine (Tony had written back). I'm fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I'm okay (you know I'm always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

Irreparable ♡ by aslightstep | general | 99k - WIP | slowburn, fix-it

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.

Like a Postcard Phrase ♡ by isellys | teen | 5k| pining, fix-it

How to say ‘wish you were here’ without actually saying so, as done by Captain Steve Rogers.

Aftermath by Potrix | explicit | 2k | stuckony, ABO verse

One moment they’re fighting, yelling scathing insults and ugly accusations at each other, and the next they’re kissing, all teeth and anger-fuelled desperation. Steve backs him up until Tony’s shoulders hit the closest wall, and hoists him up, giving Tony no choice but to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist for support. Tony bites Steve’s bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Steve growls, and grips both of Tony’s wrists in one big hand, his hold bruisingly tight.

I never thought I could have this (and now it's gone) by tarialdarion | mature | 1k | ABO verse, miscarriage

‘Dear baby,’ he thought hysterically while dodging an arrow, ‘One day your daddy and I fought and almost blew up an airport. I hope you’re better at communication than we are.’

An Infinite Number Of Monkeys At Typewriters (Or, Steve and Tony Finally Get It Right) by JenTheSweetie | mature | 18k | fix-it

Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to -

“Steve?”

After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you'd expect it to.

Smoke and Mirrors by Riverlander974 | teen | 72k

Before Afghanistan, before New York, and long before Siberia, Tony was given the gift of Peggy Carter as his godmother.It was maybe one of the best gifts he ever received, one that kept on giving even forty years later. Because even when the Avengers are scattered, the team and his trust torn apart, there's still one thing Tony has that no one, not Steve, not Ross, not Stane, had ever managed to take from him.A family.In the aftermath of the Civil War, Tony will need them more than ever if he's to pick up the broken pieces of himself again. And save the world. Of course.

weigh the heart, tip the scales ♡ by carzla | explicit | 14k | dubcon

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.

Last Train Home ♡ by erde | teen | 10k

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.

(nothing left to lose) ♡ by romanoff | explicit | WIP

An alternate universe where Steve wins the Civil War.

It doesn't go well for Tony.

Saudade ♡ by aslightstep | mature | 17k | break-up, one-sided love, starkquill

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

Steve and Tony before, during, and after.

And In The Silence That Follows ♡ by lazywriter7 | mature | 19k | fix-it, steve feels

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

The Man Behind The Weapon by lazywriter7 | mature | 10k - WIP

“Humans are machines. Fascinating ones, but fatally flawed- because we feel too much. We try our hardest to be objective; but whenever two sides are too close, we ‘follow our heart’, which means fall prey to whatever our emotions think best and fuck all that logic might have had to say about it.”

Sequel to 'And In The Silence That Follows'. Three months after the 'truce', AIM is on the move again, and Norman Osborn seems increasingly determined to seize power in the void that the Avengers left behind. Logic dictates that Tony should cooperate with the runaway superheroes, led by one Steve Rogers to get ahead of the situation. Too bad his trust issues don't agree with him. Too bad humans aren't actually machines who can turn emotions off at the flick of a butto-Oh. Hello Extremis.

Fracture ♡ by laireshi | explicit | 2k | dark!steve

Steve splays his fingers on Tony's chest, over his heart, and Tony whimpers. "You should take better care of that, Tony," Steve says, digging his fingers in briefly.

Tony closes his eyes. "Don't."

Steve laughs, and it's cold. He trails his fingers lower. “I could hurt you,” he says, almost conversationally. “I'm a criminal now, remember.”

Broken Mirrors ♡ by laireshi | teen | 3k | crossover, multiverse

“He hid some things from me,” Tony says, then shrugs. “It’s fine. I hid some things from him, too. Don’t you know this story?”

616 Steve meets MCU Tony.

Closure by laireshi | teen | 1k | fix-it (sort of)

“You were supposed to say thank you,” Tony said after a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm. It wasn't as if Steve could see him. “It's only polite, you know. Happy birthday, Steve—Thank you, Tony.”

It always rains ♡ by Kamaleen | mature | 21k - WIP | ABO, mpreg, ANGST, H/C

It was raining when Tony exited his car. In front of him was a church.

He wasn't sure why it always rained nowadays, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. Tony knew this weather kind of suited his mood, and his current mental state.

Attending funeral after funeral after you've been beaten up by the father of the embryo in your womb in Siberia before he left you in the cold, was beyond hard and painful. Tony had cried himself to sleep more than once. However, he couldn't let anybody know, except Vision who had figured it out by himself.

"I sense a lifeform in you," the android had mentioned to him once. "Is it… Steve's?"

Tony remembered breaking down in front of him, after that Vision never mentioned the relationship between Steve and the lifeform in Tony's womb again. He felt guilty, yet grateful. It had been barely a week after the incident in Siberia. Tony wasn't ready for something that would remind him of that event, and he doubted he would ever be.

I said to call me when you need me (But it is I who need you now) by rz_jocelyn | general | 2k | pining!steve

Steve never lets go of the phone. Sam thinks that it's time for him to use it.

nothing hurts more than your memory by boiledegg | mature | 14k - WIP | torture, kidnapping, hurt!tony

The written letter and cellphone never made it to Tony.

Tony never made it home.

Making Amends ♡ by TheseStoriesAreWrittenOnMyHeart

Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man. It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man. Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground. And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back. Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

One Phone Call Away ♡ by ann2who | explicit | 7k | fix it, steve feels

It took two months and fourteen days.Well, two months and sixteen days if you wanted to be nitpicky and count the two days it had taken Tony to actually accept that yes, the phone was still lying on his desk, and no, it wouldn’t magically disappear just because he wished it so.The phone, and beneath it, that goddamn letter. If you need me, I’ll be there.

Of Spiders and Super-Soldiers ♡ by AuddieAussie | explicit | 113k - WIP | +winteriron & stuckony, superfamily

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn't blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they'll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn't have to worry about Steve's grim frown, Bucky's hateful gaze, or everyone else's cold annoyance.For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn't sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he'd somehow acquired a kid.

Lying Next to Me (and Straight to My Face) by Meadow_Wanderer | mature | 23k - WIP | +winterion/stuckony, betrayal, breakup, dubcon

He's sitting there on the carpeted floor with blood dripping down the back of his head, holding the battered red notebook with trembling hands. He looks up from the page and tries to blink away the scribbled words that won't seem to disappear from his eyesight. He can't breathe, can't get his throat to work properly because it feels like he's being strangled by the sheer truth of what he realizes now.

They knew. Oh god, they knew.

When Tony discovers a devastating secret, it will threaten to tear apart everything they hold dear.

Messages Worth Listening by Breyito | teen | 7k - WIP | ABO, mpreg, childloss, ANGST

Steve is going to realise in the worst possible way what happens when you let pride, rage and fear cloud your judgment. What happens when you don't listen.

Lines of Communication by cptxrogers | explicit | 4k | phone sex

“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.

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