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anonymous asked:

Could you recommend me some Pokespe fics? 🕊💛

Hey there, anon! I’m quite surprised you asked me this question, but I’m thankful that you did. :)

*rubs my hands together* I got a few, really good fanfics to recommend. Some are new, some are old. Most of them are Franticshipping ones (where Ruby and Sapphire are in character), but I will also recommend my friends’ fanfics too. And it’s obvious I mostly read the franticshipping ones, hehe… well… THEY’RE MY OTP OKAY. I JUST LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP AND AHHHHH. T-T

I’m new to AO3 so most of these are from FFN since I’ve been there for five years with that old account, but don’t visit that account. It’s abandoned and an embarrassment and the fact that I have a crossover fanfic there with 32 chapters that hasn’t been updated for 4 years. XD

Franticshipping fanfics:

  • Lost Fragments - yeah, that’s the current sort of franticshipping fanfic I am working on. It’s a modern AU fanfic and it’s dedicated to my amazing friend and sister and the number one Pokespe nerd for me. (Hey @fallan-angel , hehe. *hugs Fallan* ^^). I really need to control this habit of “literally bragging the people whom I admire and respect” to everyone. I’ve published the first two chapters and I’m currently writing chapter 10. I’ll try to update this monthly, though, hoping college won’t get in the way. I know I’m kinda cheating for promoting my own fanfic, hehe, so I’m sorry for that. But it would totally mean a lot to me if you read this. I have some other franticshipping fanfics in my FFN profile but I think most of them are an embarrassment, hehe. Plus, I need to edit those grammatical errors, so it really is embarrassing.
  • Canvas Of Life - another modern AU franticshipping fanfic (for the second chapter) and a specialshipping one (in the first chapter). It’s feelsy. I love this. It’s amazing. They are all in character and Arceus it’s just beautiful. The author also had a lot of great Spe fanfics in there too, so check it out as well. :D
  • Ruby Tuesdays - another modern AU franticshipping fanfic, hehe. This is beautiful. You could say that this and Canvas of Life guided me to write LF correctly. Setting the characters in a modern AU is a toughie, but these authors managed to do it beautifully. ^^
  • Amnesiac -  THIS. IS. BEAUTIFUL. It uses deep vocabulary but it is one of the most beautifully written franticshipping fanfics out there. It’s just simply amazing. Even Adex agrees with me on this one, hehe. (Well, since he also reviewed in this fanfic. Don’t read my review, though. I was a naive kid back then. XD)
  • House Rivalry - A Harry Potter AU frantic fanfic, hehe. It is also on going. Though it may have some grammar problems, since the author did mention that English is not their first language, it’s still a beautiful fanfic. Ruby and Sapphire are in character. Read it. It’s beautiful.

Other Spe fanfics:

  • The Last Beast - TLB is an action-packed fanfic written by my good friend, a writer whom I admire and respect, Totally Not Adex. Adex is a great writer. TLB is an amazing fanfic. A bloody masterpiece as I would like to call it. Although you better prepare for some deaths, especially the death of your fave dexholders. *looks at TLB C10* I AM STILL STANDING AND ADEX KNOWS WHAT WILL DESTROY ME AS TLB PROGRESSES. *cries in a corner*
  • Somehow - A short, luckyshipping fanfic written by @gresh113​. It’s short but beautiful. Go and read it.
  • Of course, if you’re looking for some Pokespe Fairy Tale fanfics, go and read @falcon-of-the-fall ’s works.

Okay, I may have suggested too many fanfics, but I assure you, they’re all great. :D

Well, I don’t know about my works, though. Hehe. I mean… curse this low self confidence thingy

I have just started selling prints on my etsy store of this design and lots more! Feel free to check out my shop, and don’t hesitate to contact me if yo would like a print of a different design.

Josh Dorman. 2006, ink on antique map canvas on panel

Josh Dorman

Baltimore, Maryland - b. 1966

Lives and works in New York City

Dorman creates extraordinary visions from corruptions of nineteenth century maps and book engravings. The interplay between the collaged images, which lie upon delicate painted areas, in turn embedded into the surface of old maps form complete compositions of continuous fascination. The skill and success of Dorman’s work is encased in the multi-layers and traces which effortlessly form both new topographic surfaces, and personal landscapes, illustrating a new, beguiling world.

Josh Dorman was born in Baltimore in 1966. He studied at Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs before completing his MFA at Queen’s College, Flushing, New York. Recent solo exhibitions have included Ryan Lee, New York and Koplin Del Rio, Los Angeles, the Craft and Folk Art Museum, Los Angeles. His work is included in the collections of the Minneapolis Academy of Art Museum, The Butler Institute of American Art and The Naples Museum. He recently created seven short animations for a DVD collaboration entitled The Violin with composer Anna Clyne. His shows have been reviewed in Art Forum, ArtNews, The New York Times, Art in America and The Paris Review.


I Promise (Elorcan Fic)


I hope you guys like!

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.


Elide nervously made her way towards the Terrasen castle from the healers, a hand on her still flat stomach and the other swinging by her side. She limped as fast as she could, feeling excited yet nervous.

Just moments ago she had found out she was pregnant. Pregnant. Something she had never thought she would have the chance to have after being taken away by her uncle. And the father was someone she truly loved, not some Valg prince using her for breeding.

Elide shivered at the memory of her uncle almost forcing her to the breeding station. The image of over hundreds of Yellowleg witches bred and in agony in that underground room in Morath. She never, never wanted to relive that again.

There was a guard that opened the Terrasen castle door open for her as she smiled at him in thanks. He nodded back at her as he shut the door behind her. She didn’t waste any time as she limped up the stairs towards the throne room. She knew Lorcan was there.

A year after the war and Elide deciding that she would give another chance to Lorcan, they found out they were mates. She ran, of course, to Manon at how nervous she was. She didn’t think it was real. The good things in life seemed to always be so momentary for her she thought it was fake. But Manon and Asterin straightened her. Reminded her that they always come back no matter what. So Elide decided to take a chance at fate and, truly, it did not upset her.

Elide was panting by the time she reached the throne room from the rush she was in. It shocked her though has fast she moved with her injured leg. She had never gone that fast before.

Elide slammed the throne room door open as every head turned towards her. There was Aelin and Rowan with Gavriel and Fenrys to their one side and Dorian, Aedion and Manon on the other. Lorca was on the other side of the table facing the Queen and King of Terrasen.

“Elide?” she heard her mate’s voice call out to her, worry lacing every bit of it, “ Are you alright?”

Elide nodded as she frantically made her way to him, she took his hand and pulled him out of the room.

“I just have to borrow him real quick. It won’t be long.” she said sheepishly towards the group of amused looking people within the throne room.

Elide shut the door behind her and pulled Lorcan to an empty hallway. She was smiling brightly at him while his face was filled with worry. And a little amusement from her excitement.

“What happened, Elide? You’re all jumpy.” he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer and keep her still.

“I have to tell you something.”

Lorcan’s eyebrows immediately furrowed as he looked into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head with a smile, “Nothing. Nothing is wrong. It’s really good news.”

He pushed away a strand of ebony hair that fell out from behind her ear as she shook her head. A small smile formed on his face as he kissed her cheek softly.

“Well, what is it?”

She took a deep breathe as she cupped his face with a smile.

“I’m pregnant, Lorcan.”

The smile on his face immediately fell as his eyes quickly turned blank. Elide’s own happy expression turned to worry from his reaction.


The arms he had around her loosened as they fell back to his sides. Elide took a step forward in the small space between them but he stepped back instead. She felt her heart break at that moment.

“Lorcan? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, “I have to go back to the meeting. I’ll see you later.”

And then he walked away. Like nothing happened.

Elide felt her eyes tear up and her mouth tremble.

What in the Gods just happened?

Lorcan wasn’t one to act like that. Ever since finding out they were mates, he was never that detached anymore.

Did he not want the baby?

This time her tears really did fell as she leaned against the wall and slide down to the marble floor. She sobbed in her hands, feeling lost once more. She had to go to someone. She had to talk to someone about this. Manon was in the meeting and she was not about to walk into that room again with him in there.

Asterin. Asterin might know what to do.

So she fled to the blonde haired witches’s house in a rush, trying to erase what just happened from her mind.


Gavriel noticed how Lorcan look completely lost when he came back from his talk with Elide. He didn’t pay attention and everyone else noticed too. Aelin had asked him the same question five times over and he still didn’t reply.

“Alright. That should be enough for today. Go enjoy the day outside.” Aelin finished as she rolled up the canvas map that was laid out on the table.

Everyone muttered a farewell to the Queen and King of Terrasen as they made their way out. Gavriel stayed, however, wanting to talk to the demi fae that always had everything under control. Aelin took Rowan’s hand as they were about to leave, both of them glancing at Gavriel. There was a silent question in their eyes, will you handle this?

Gavriel nodded as he waved a hand at the couple.

“Go. I’ll handle it just fine.”

The couple nodded as they left the room, shutting the large door behind them. Gavriel made his way to Lorcan, resting a hand on one of the demi fae’s shoulder.


He didn’t budge. So Gavriel did the next best thing. He punched him.

Lorcan stumbled backwards, cradling his cheek that was sure to bruise later.

“What the fuck was that for, Gavriel?” he growled.

“You have been staring into space for the past hour after returning from your talk with Elide. So you don’t get to ask questions. I do. What the fuck happened and why do you look like you just died a thousand deaths?”

Lorcan sighed, leaning against the closest wall he could find and sliding down. He buried his face in the palms of his hands.

“She’s pregnant, Gavriel.”

Gavriel’s eyes widened from the news. He was startled. He never expected Lorcan to find someone in his life, let alone become a father.

“Then why are you sulking? That’s great news, Lorcan.”

Lorcan shook his head, leaning his head back against the wall.

“I-I don’t know what to do, Gavriel. That baby doesn’t deserve me. My father abandoned me as a child, what if I did the same? What if I’m just like my father? I’ve fucked up two times already with Elide and now it’s my third. How many more times will I do this until Elide gets sick of me and kicks me out of her life completely?”

Lorcan felt tears well up in his eyes. Damn it. He didn’t want to cry.

“I’m the biggest fuck up you’ve met, Gavriel. Admit it. I’ve done unaccountable things under Maeve’s control. I’ve sacrificed Aelin’s safety a year ago because of my idiocy. What if I fail this child, Gavriel. My child.”

Gavriel shook his head at Lorcan’s doubt but he understood where he was coming from. Growing up knowing your father didn’t love you must have taken a toll on him. And with his new realisations after the war, it must be hard for him to believe that he could be something more.

“Lorcan,” Gavriel joined him on the marble floor, “You’re not going to fuck this up.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you love Elide more than your life. You would do anything for her. And I’m already sure that you would do anything for that unborn child in her stomach. You would want to make her proud. Show her you’re different to your father and every male in her life. You would never mess this up. Not for her or for your child. You love that baby already, Lorcan. I can see it.”

Lorcan shook his head, as if in doubt.

“Lorcan. Do you know what the biggest regret in my life is?”


“That I returned to Maeve after Aedion was born. That I never had the chance to see him grow up and become the man he is now. That I never had the chance to train him in battle. To teach him certain skills in life that only a father could teach his son or daughter. To be able to watch him help his mother raise him. To still be with her. Everything, Lorcan. I regretted leaving them the moment I did. And I wished, I wished, if there was a different way I could have stayed. Then maybe right now Aedion would already be comfortable with me instead of only being fine. Then maybe I would have a son to do things with without the awkward confrontation at first. But in the end, I found him again. And I’m trying to fix this between me and Aedion. That I can one day be the father he deserves. So trust me, Lorcan. You’re not going to fuck up. Even at my worst time after finding out about Aedion I didn’t give up. So you can’t give up now. Your child isn’t even born yet, Lorcan. Don’t make the same regrets I did. It’s far worse than anything Maeve may have ever made you do.”

Lorcan realized then that Gavriel had experience with this. He left his child willingly and now he regretted it every single day. Lorcan could see it. But he still pulled through and is still fighting to redeem himself in his son’s eyes.

Lorcan realized then that he shouldn’t have acted that way. That he shouldn’t have thought he was going to be a bad father in the first place. So he stood up, extending a hand out to Gavriel. He took it as he stood up.

Lorcan, for once in his life, leaned in and hugged Gavriel. The latter was shocked for a second, never having seen affection in Lorcan’s face, let alone a physical action.

“Thank you, Gavriel.”

Gavriel hugged him back, patting his back. He pushed him back by the shoulders and look him straight in the eyes.

“Go get her back.”

Lorcan left without another word.


Asterin watched Elide’s small form sleeping on her couch. She had ran inside her house earlier in the day, tears in her eyes as she kept repeating how he didn’t want the baby.

Asterin knew almost immediately what had happened as she brought her inside. Elide spilled everything to her before her exhaustion hit her and she passed out on her couch. However, what Asterin couldn’t understand was why Lorcan didn’t want the baby. A blind person could see how in love he was with her.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. The blond haired witch stood up as she made her way to her door, yanking it open without a second thought.

Lorcan stood there, a bag of Elide’s favorite snacks in his hand while the other was running through his hair.

“Is she here, Asterin?”

She didn’t answer, only leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed.

“Why’d you do it?”

Lorcan sighed as he looked down in shame.

“I thought I wouldn’t be enough. I was nervous and I ran. My father wasn’t there for me growing up and I don’t want to be like him. I thought the baby deserved a better father but then Gavriel put some sense into me and I realised how stupid I was.”

“You were really stupid.”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t need to rub it in.”

Asterin shook her head, straightening her form, “She’s inside on my couch. And asleep. I’m going to go take my wyvern for her daily flight today. You better be gone when I’m back.”

Lorcan nodded, silently thanking her for the privacy. He watched Asterin leave her house and towards her wyvern as he made his way inside. He shut the door quietly just as the boom of a pair of wings resonated through the sky.

Lorcan could feel his heart break further from the sight of his mate, curled up on the couch.

Oh, my Elide.

He made his way to her, setting the bag down on the small wooden table in front of the couch. He kneeled in front of her, pushing away the strands of her hair. She stirred silently as she turned to lay on her back, a hand resting on her flat stomach.

Lorcan felt his heart beat faster at the thought of his child inside her. His child. He leaned down as he pushed away Elide’s hand from her stomach delicately. He lifted her shirt up slightly and kissed her stomach just above her belly button.

“Hey, baby.” he muttered, resting a hand on her stomach and brushing his thumb against her smooth skin.

“I’m sorry I ran before. I was thinking of stupid things that I never should have thought of. Please forgive me for it. I never meant to do it and I love you so much already. I can’t wait to meet you. I’d teach you everything. Fighting, making friends, cooking, whatever you want.”

He paused for a second, just brushing his thumb against Elide’s stomach softly.

“I can just imagine you looking like your mom. Black hair, dark eyes but the brightest smile I’ve ever seen. I promise I won’t leave you. I promise,” he kissed her stomach once more, “I hope you forgive me, baby. And your mom does too.”

Elide felt her eyes tear up after hearing Lorcan’s words. She woke up halfway through, feeling a familiar hand resting on her stomach.

“Lorcan,” Elide muttered, her voice hoarse as she ran a hand through his hair.

Lorcan jumped from the contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“E-Elide,” he took her hand in his two hands, “I’m so sorry for running before. I was scared. I was nervous. I-I thought I wasn’t enough for our baby and that I would mess up like my father. But I was stupid. I shouldn’t have thought that. Because I’d be the best I can for you. I’d never be like my father. I promise. I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me for my actions. I’m so sorry.” he blubbered on, unable to contain his words.

Elide pushed herself up in a sitting position. She felt Lorcan’s magic immediately latching onto her crooked ankle, acting as a brace.

“Lorcan,” she muttered, cupping his face in her hands, “You don’t ever, ever, think that way. Never. You are capable of this. I know it. And you never do that again to me, okay? I thought you didn’t want our baby. I thought you finally decided that I wasn’t worth it and you were going to leave. It was just how I thought before I accepted you. That all the good things I have tend to leave eventually. So don’t you ever do that again or else I won’t forgive you the next time.”

Loran shook his head as he turned his head to kiss her palm.

“I promise. I promise. I’ll always come back, Elide. No matter what I do, please know I’ll always come back. I won’t do this again, Elide. I promise. I may mess up on the way but I will never leave you again like before. I’m so sorry.”

Elide nodded as a small smile grew on her face. She leaned in and kissed his lips softly, lovingly.

“We-We’re having a baby, Elide.” she heard Lorcan mutter against her lips.

He pulled away, cupping her face in his hands as he let his tears out. He didn’t care what he looked like at that moment.

“Elide. Elide. We’re having a baby. I’m going to be a father.” he said happily, staring into her eyes as his filled with joy.

Elide felt her heart beat faster as she leaned forward and pecked his lips.

“I know.”

She was suddenly picked up by Lorcan and spun around. Elide laughed, tossing her head back. Het set her down, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her neck as he sobbed in happiness against her neck.

“Elide. We’re having a baby. We’re having a baby. I can’t believe this. Thank you so much, Elide. Thank you. Thank you.” he kept repeating, tightening his hold on her waist.

She smiled as she ran her hand through his hair while the other wrapped around his neck. She kissed his cheek softly.

“You’re going to be a wonderful father, Lorcan. You’re already one right now.”

“I hope so,” he muttered quietly.

Elide glanced around the room, her eyes stopping on the bag of snacks on the table.

“Is that for me?”

Lorcan didn’t even have to life his head up to know what she was referring to.

“Yes. All for you,” he leaned up, kissing her forehead softly, “Want to eat them at home? Asterin did tell me to be gone when she got back.”

Elide grabbed the bag before returning into Lorcan’s hold.

“Will you carry me home?”

He grinned, “Like when we met?”

She laughed, “How else?”

She was immediately swept off her feet and into his arms as he carried her with one arm behind her knee and the other on her back.

“With pleasure, love.” he kissed her cheek.

“Then, let’s go!” she said with a smile as she popped a piece of candy she dug out from the bag Lorcan gave her.

By the end of the day, everyone in Terrasen knew that they were having a baby since Lorcan couldn’t contain his excitement for more than an hour. Elide wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I’ve been a bit absent for a while, mainly due to uni work piling up. Also currently working on a zine in the Arc-V fandom. This is just a test drawing for Touya. 

I went to SMASH convention on the weekend. Just a couple of thoughts: 

For this year's guests, Yusuke Kozaki was there to do a live art demo. One thing that really stood out to me was when someone asked him for tips for beginner artists. He talked about how many of us at SMASH may have been motivated to art by manga and anime, but he suggests to try and find inspiration also from real life objects. (I'm not sure if I worded it incorrectly. If I remembered it incorrectly feel free to let me know.)I suppose that makes sense, since an important part of art is to map reality into the canvas. Even for fantasy or mystical, they're sort of also based off various elements in the real world. I've been drawing for about a year and a half now, but I feel like I haven't really been doing as much as I could in this aspect. So I guess in terms for art this is something I can work on. 

It’s also always around this time I spend a lot on fanart. (And other than Christmas I tend to have no life and just stay at home :’D) I have a suspicion my sudden urge to draw Touya and Mei could be because of the gorgeous fanbook Namie did. I liked this one as much as the first fanbook, and I really like how the marine theme was incorporated. (Images of water and sailor collars? yes, please.) I had also bought a Nier zine from trashout. It's a good feeling, getting the print for the nice art one has seen on their tumblr dash. I'll link their websites below, if you're interested in checking out their art (if you haven't yet). 'v


ENDS FEBRUARY 29TH at 11:59pm CST.


June - Warzone Firefight requisition sneak peak!

The req preview for Warzone Firefight has been released and while req wise there isn’t that much, there is a ton of maps coming! Time to see what’s coming, well see some of whats coming:

Game modes

  • Warzone Firefight [Warzone]
  • Score Attack [Campaign]


  • Unknown Sanghelios Map [Warzone]
  • Prospect - Skirmish at Darkstar [Warzone Assault]
  • Unknown Map [Arena]
  • Tidal [Forge Canvas]


  • Unknown Weapon [Legendary]
  • Unknown Weapon [Ultra Rare]
  • Scale of Soirapt [Ultra Rare]
  • Sorrow of Teash [Rare]
  • Unknown Weapon [Rare]
  • Unknown Weapon [Rare]


  • Temple Banshee [Ultra Rare]
  • Unknown Vehicle [Rare]
  • Unknown Vehicle [Rare]


  • Unknown Armor [Rare]
  • Cinder [Uncommon]
  • Cyclops [Uncommon]

Armor Mod

  • Patrol Case [Ultra Rare]


  • Unknown Emblem [Legendary]
  • Unknown Emblem [Rare]
  • Valkrie [Uncommon]


  • Unknown Stance [Ultra Rare]

Just something abit extra. There is a theory already going around that the unknown legendary weapon is the Halo 2 Beam Rifle. Only time will tell!

Jorge Luis Borges wrote a parable about some cartographers who eventually created a map that was 1:1 scale and covered much of a nameless empire. Even at 1:1 scale, the two-dimensional map would be inadequate to depict the layers of being of a place, its many versions. Thus the map of languages spoken and the map of soil types canvas the same area differently, just as Freudianism and shamanism describe the same psyche differently. No representation is complete. Borges has a less-well-known story in which a poet so perfectly describes the emperor’s vast and intricate palace that the emperor becomes enraged and regards him as a thief. In another version the palace disappears when the poem replaces it. The descriptive poem is a perfect map, the map that is the territory, and the story recalls another old one about a captive painter who at the Chinese emperor’s dictate paints so wonderful a landscape that he is able to escape into its depths. These parables say that representation is always partial, else it would not be representation, but some kind of haunting double. But the terra incognita spaces on maps say that knowledge also is an island surrounded by oceans of the unknown. They signify that the cartographers knew they did not know, and awareness of ignorance is not just ignorance; it’s awareness of knowledge’s limits.
—  Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost, pp. 162-63
too close to the sun;

I’m still in the process of re-uploading all my fics after the whole “tragically, accidentally deleting my blog” fiasco. Anyways, here’s a fic I wrote based off of the myth of Icarus… or rather, I borrowed imagery from it. This fic has beautiful fan art by the lovely kamaete, which can be found right here

~ prompt: “tony’s always had wings, all steve did was show him” ~ pairing: stevetony ~ warnings: sexual content ~ ao3 link ~

It doesn’t happen the way Steve expected it would. Or, how he imagined it would happen, because he never truly expected to end up falling into bed with Tony Stark, no matter how much he wanted to.

They’ve been friends, good friends, ever since they bonded over having to share a washing machine in their crappy, dingy dorm laundry room, when all of the others were broken. It was two am when Steve stumbled into the laundry room, clothes piled high in his arms, only to find a guy with dark, messy hair, wearing grease stained tank top, worn out jeans, and absolutely nothing on his feet, shoving clothes into the only working washing machine. Months later, Steve can still remember the exact feeling that constricted his chest when the guy looked up, gave him a crooked smile, and said: “Hello handsome, fancy meeting you here.”

Steve is sure that he’d fallen for him in that exact instant.

Their meeting is followed by months of careful dancing around flirting; Steve being cautious and unsure if Tony feels the same way, wanting Tony in his life so much that he’s terrified of messing things up.

Until the night before, when Steve looked up at the sound of his door flying open only to see Tony standing the doorway. He stared at him with urgency in his eyes, wringing his hands anxiously in front of him.

He’d jabbed a finger at Steve and said, “Thor told me. Don’t get mad at him, it’s a long story but it’s my fault. There was a bet and a bottle of scotch and we somehow got pizza sauce on the ceiling… not important. Anyways, if I’m wrong about this, yell at him, not me.”

Then Tony was flying across the room, rushing at him with fierce determination blazing in his eyes, and before Steve could take a breath Tony was in his arms, his lips on his, and all of the world was fading away into oblivion.

The night passes with fevered kisses and whispered endearments into the darkness of the room, and before they know it, the sun is creeping over the horizon in a glow of golden pink, and Steve marvels at the fact that he’s here, with Tony, and that this is real.

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Hey everyone. So, I accidentally deleted my account. I’m completely and utterly devastated but I’m trying to get it together and get back on the horse. Same url, all my content is gone. Now I’m trying to rebuild some of that content, so here’s one of my fics that was previously posted under the same url.

I hate to beg, but please reblog to help me re-establish my blog? I’m a little desperate; I’ve lost so much of my hard work.

Enjoy <3

~ Prompt: “Wedding vows” ~ Pairing: Stevetony ~ Warnings: None ~

Steve was looking at him intently, so painfully perfect there in front of him, this man who had gone to hell and back with him, who Tony would fight for until his last breath. His hand was soft, his thumb doing that familiar thing where he’d rub it slowly over the back of his hand, tracing the ridges and grooves between his knuckles like he was mapping a canvas. He was looking at him with bright eyes and a faint smile playing around his lips; it was the kind of smile that was secret between the two of them, like it was meant for Tony and him alone, never mind they were currently standing in front of all their family and friends.

Tony couldn’t care less, because even though he’s aware they aren’t alone, the way he feels right now, they might as well be. The other people in the room were hazy pinpricks of warmth in his subconscious mind, but all that really mattered was the man looking at him like he was his very own sun and stars.

Without even thinking, Tony’s hand holding the note cards with clenched fingers dropped. The hand that was holding Steve’s squeezed, and be began talking.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he murmured, his voice rasping over the words. “How did I find you?”

His voice shook. Steve noticed, of course he did, and squeezed his hand again, reassurance in his eyes. Tony took a deep breath and continued.

“There’s too much… too much for me to say to you in so little time,” Tony told him. “I could stand here and talk for hours and it wouldn’t even scratch the surface of what you mean to me. So I’ll just say three things.

“First; you are absolutely infuriating sometimes.” At that, there was a low chuckle from Steve and several guests, an amused hum that ran through the small gathering.

“You all thing that’s a joke,” Tony laughed, “but honestly. You drive me up the wall. We bicker like children. You’re so stubborn and bullheaded and you know just how to hit the right spots to make me insane.”

Tony stepped a fraction closer, holding Steve’s gaze with his own. “But that’s the best thing,” Tony whispered. “You know me inside and out. All those things that make me insane also keep me seeing straight. You know me, Steve, and I don’t know when or how it happened, but I do know that it doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t scare me being known by you, I love that you know every inch of me and still have managed to make me believe that you love me. You know my strengths and my weaknesses and even when you make me want to tear my hair out, it’s okay. Because being known by you is like coming home.”

Steve was definitely getting a little watery eyed now; his lips twisted into a smile that was hung heavy with contentedness, eyes shining with emotions.Tony wasn’t going to let that deter him.

“Second,” he kept on, “You make me better. You make me want to be better, not in the way of changing who I am… just. The best version of myself. You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Third.” Tony’s voice dropped one more register, his voice softening with affection and unabashed love. “Loving you makes me happy. I want to love you for the rest of forever. Nothing would make me happier.”

“I love you,” Tony whispered, and there might have been a tear snaking down his cheek, but it didn’t matter, it didn’t, because Steve was crying and he was positive someone else - perhaps more than one person - was sniffling in the audience, so he wasn’t alone. All that mattered was that he loved this man, and damn it, he needed to know. “If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of forever showing you.”

He stopped then, out of things to say because even if he kept talking he could never say all of the things he wanted to say to Steve, never convey in words all of the things Steve made him feel. He could never, because it was too much, so much it made him feel weak and invincible all at the same time, and so incandescently happy that he could barely contain himself.

Then again, he literally had the rest of their own little forever to tell Steve how much he meant to him.

It was the wrong time, the officiant tried to object with a feeble “wait,” but Steve was stepping forward, reaching up with his free hand to cradle Tony’s cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed lightly against Tony cheekbone, swiping away a tear and smearing the wetness across his skin.

“I love you,” Steve whispered, his voice cracking. “God, I love you so much.”

Then he was leaning forward and capturing Tony’s lips in his own; the touch of his mouth was faint but heavy with a heady promise, an answer to Tony’s own raw and honest proclamations.

Whatever he’d done to find this man, this man he loved more than he ever thought was possible, he was eternally grateful because Steve was telling him with just the simplest kiss that, he too, would spend forever loving Tony back.

And Tony knew this, because he knew Steve the same way Steve knew him.

When they broke apart, they were both smiling the same smile; happy and in love, but Tony was certain that it tasted better on Steve’s lips.