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a family portrait ft. ugly winter holidays sweater for the fantastic fic Amusos by @flawlessassholes as my second piece for the @blacksailsbigbang!! it’s an absolutely beautiful story about family that, despite going through some heavy backstory, left me feeling v happy and hopeful!! go read it!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen
Words: 16,485
Ship: FlintHamilton, eventual SilverFlintHam
Summary:
“Don’t take another step into this house,” James said, coming to stand between Thomas and the man.
“I need to see—” The man said, eyes wild, darting around the foyer, a shaking hand pointing towards Thomas. Belatedly, Thomas realized the hand wasn’t aimed in his direction, but instead, through him, towards his daughters, standing behind him. His heart clenched in panic.
“Like hell—” James growled. “Whoever you are, leave my home, before I call the police—”
“My name—” The man rasped, his voice hoarse, trembling, still backlight by incandescent lightning erupting behind him. “Is John Silver. And those are my daughters.”
James McGraw and Thomas Hamilton live a beautiful life with their two adopted twin daughters, Callie and Clio. On the evening of the twin’s tenth birthday, a wild stranger comes to their front door, claiming that he is the father of the twins.
Artwork by @sartsumas | Beta by @gotakobayashimarulife | Written for @blacksailsbigbang
Up-and-coming tattoo artist Thomas Hamilton runs Sullivan St. Tattoos in New York City when a new shop opens across the street - Walrus Cottage Blooms.
An allergic reaction to Wisteria almost ends with a very angry client, and Thomas storms over to yell at his new neighbor, and ends up falling for James Flint (a florist with a budding business) instead.
Meanwhile, Billy can’t be trusted to run James’s Brixton shop without incurring the wrath of Buckingham Palace, Miranda is engaged to be married to husband number three, deciding to have the wedding in New York on a whim, Alfred Hamilton is still a dick, and Hal Gates may just lose his fucking mind by the time it’s all over.
And of course, there are plenty of tattoos and flowers to go around.
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Stony | 1,355 words
The worst part about waiting for Steve to get home from work, was that Tony never really knows if Steve’s going to come home from work.
He’s… he’s an amazing fireman, of course. The NYFD is proud to have him, sincerely. It was selfish to constantly worry about Steve, Tony knew that. He couldn’t exactly force breathing technology on the department, though he certainly had tried to. And he didn’t have much room to talk, seeing as he constantly risked his life as Iron Man.
He heard a door close upstairs, and Tony scrambled to press a button that hid some of his Avengers gear, and Iron Man tech.
“Tony? Got food from Plano’s. Grab a bottle of wine, and get up here. You’ve worked enough for the day.” Steve called from the top of the stairwell. Tony grinned, and bounded upstairs, making a stop at their wine collection on the way.
—
“So you’re still on call tonight, even though you’ve just got off a 24-hour shift.” Tony said, rolling his eyes, and stuffing his face with a burger.
“Tony, we’ve talked about this. I’m on call. I might have to go in tonight. It’s no different than when Pepper makes you go in for emergencies in R&D, or the stock market, or the middle east. Whatever you do that’s so important.” Steve said, sipping his wine.
Tony made an affronted noise. “Excuse me, I am a Titan of Industry. I have important work to do.”
“Sure, babe.” Steve said with a wink, before stealing one of Tony’s sweet potato fries.
—
When things were great between them, they were great. The laughter, the communication, the sex. It was all so… comfortable.
Then things got worse at work. Not Stark Industries, things were fine there, great, even.
He was talking about the superhero business, of course, which he was badass at. But going into June, it seemed like the freaks of NYC were coming at the Avengers full force.
And it was hot as fucking hell.
“Iron Man, on your left.” Tony managed to get out of the way as a ball of actual goddamn fire flew past his head. Really? Fire? It was already ninety fucking degrees out.
“Thanks, Cap,” He heaved into the com system, trying to see if he could turn the cooling system on any higher, before kicking over a hydrant, the water spraying high into the air, extinguishing another oncoming fucking fireball.
“I got the system disabled! Burn in hell, asshole!” Hawkeye whooped into Tony’s ear, and he sighed in relief. “Or freeze? What is more politically correct when you’re on fire?”
Tony rolled his eyes as Captain America jumped down from the ledge of a building. How the hell did he always do that and look so graceful? “Good work, Hawkeye. Meet back at the Triskelion for debrief in ten.” He then turned to Iron Man. “Good work today, Iron Man, I know you don’t like extreme heat in the suit.”
“It’s fine.” Tony sighed in his slightly metallic voice. “I just need to get a new cooling system again.”
“I’m sorry, it must be a problem working around me. Because I’m so hot.” Captain America winked, and did that thing where he licked his finger and placed it on his ass. “Sssssssss. Nat taught me that, it’s funny, right?”
Tony chuckled. “Sure, Cap.”
Jesus, now his suit was even more hot.
—
The debriefing was boring, mainly plans to work on team tactics and less destruction of public property, and of course plans to identify the fiery asshole and throw his ass in jail. Asshole.
They were dismissed, and as they stood Cap clapped Tony on the shoulder. "What are you doing later?" He asked walking through the door with Tony, where they stopped and faces each other.
"Probably just thanking the good lord for my safety now that Feverdream has been locked up."
Cap chuckled, his grin expanding past his cowl. Tony also smiled, but there was no evidence of that in the suit. "Besides the menace with the stupid name."
"I've got a date tonight, actually.”
Cap’s smile fell. “Oh. Well, maybe some other time.”
Huh? Was Captain America into him? Of course, they had that frank discussion with him when he first woke up about sexuality, and he had declared he was bisexual, and that he was glad there was a word for what he had felt for the people he had loved in the past.
But to ask him out on a date? Tony had never even seen the man’s full face! He had seen his ass, of course, who couldn’t in that outfit… he should accept, really, it’d be good for team morality.
He couldn’t do that to Steve though, that was disgusting, and Tony didn’t do that.
—
However, he didn’t expect to be stood up by his boyfriend on their date that night.
—
“How was your date last night, Iron Man?”
He turned to see the good Captain lounging against a door in his uniform. They were doing press today.
Tony laughed darkly. “I was stood up, thanks for asking.”
“You were stood up?” Cap looked surprised. “What nice gal would do that to you? You’re a lovely fellow. Smart, and rich. I thought girls would love that.”
He laughed. “They do, but it’s just me and my boyfriend. He’s a firefighter, got a late call. It happens all the time, it just stung a little. He didn’t even call, just came home late.”
Cap pretended to wince. “Ouch. You know, that wouldn’t have happened if you came out with me last night.”
“Right.” He didn’t expect Captain America to be such a dog, trying to convince him to cheat on his boyfriend. Maybe if Steve was a worse man, but he wasn’t. He was a good man, and what happened last night was an honest mistake.
Cap smiled and turned back to his interview. “Of course we all have secret identities. Could you imagine me doing the grocery shopping in this? Impossible.” He laughed.
—
“Just let me look at it.” Steve snapped, trying to get a look at the cut running along the side of Tony’s abdomen. “I don’t understand, if Iron Man is paid all this money to protect you, how could he have let this happen?”
It was hilarious that Steve still thought Iron Man was his bodyguard. Tony was injured, pissy, and not in the mood for this tonight. “Iron Man protects me fine.”
“Sure, defend him. He’s obviously not doing his job.”
“Maybe if you were on duty and had answered the bomb threat at Stark Tower this wouldn’t have happened.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Instead of working and doing your job you were doing a touch-a-truck in Long Island.”
“NYFD doesn’t handle bomb threats, we just terminate them and deal with the aftermath. You should be blaming the NYPD.” Steve snapped, getting up. “This is Iron Man’s fault. If you weren’t so in love with him…”
“In love with him? Steve, don’t be ridiculous.” Tony rolled his eyes, before laying down. “Are you coming to bed or what?”
Steve instead left, yelling that he’d be sleeping on the couch if Tony needed him.
—
A sandbag flew across the training room. Perhaps Iron Man had hit it too hard.
“Rough night?” Cap asked, picking it up.
“I got injured. The boyfriend didn’t understand.” Tony replied, rehanging the sandbag.
“Seems like this boyfriend doesn’t understand much about your life.” Cap replied.
Tony smiled, not that you could see it in the suit. “Well, we all have our secret identities.”
“Take off the mask.” Cap’s voice got rough, rushed all of a sudden.
“I’m sorry?” Tony replied.
Cap took a step towards him. “I want to kiss you. Take off the mask.”
And Tony did. Fuck it, he and Steve weren’t in a great place, and Cap… Cap was a childhood dream. He had to.
“Tony?” Cap took a step back, removing his cowl as he went, revealing the face of Steve Rogers.
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