Thank you to everyone who contributed to the 10 Eras and 10 Canons ficlet project for the 10 Years of Steve/Tony celebration. This post is a masterlist of those 20 works spanning and celebrating the breadth of Steve and Tony's relationship. But sure to also check out the other works posted to the Anniversary Collection
Ten Eras
1964 I Think You'll Understand by Sineala (T)
1970 Imposters and Promises by navaan (T)
1976 Avengers by navaan (G)
1982 in the garden you may call your own by woad (T)
1988 The Thing About Guilt by magicasen (G)
1994 An Interlude in the City of Angels by Muccamukk (T)
2000 The One Who Won’t Get Away by navaan (T)
2006Divination a_sparrows_fall (T)
2012 Most Faithful Mirror by Kiyaar (E)
2017 repeated image of the lover destroyed by laireshi (T)
Ten Canons
Marvel 616 Anniversary by navaan (T)
Ultimates A More Perfect Union by Sineala (T)
Noir Sometimes Even Heroes Need Saving (The Tony Stark Adventures Anniversary Edition) by navaan (G)
Marvel 1872 the map of my heart by laireshi (G)
Avengers Assemble (cartoon) Equidistant, Never Touching by Veldeia (G)
Earth's Mightiest Heroes Breaking Through by neverever (G)
Marvel 3490 Freeze, Shatter, Melt by runningondreams (G)
Marvel Adventures: Avengers A Match Made in...France? by woad (G)
Avengers Acadamy Costume party by marinarusalka (G)
MCU It's the little things by dapperanachronism (G)
Daffodil
This trumpet-shaped daffodil represents; joy, cheerfulness, regard, unrequited love, chivalry, happiness, sunshine, respect, you’re the only one, the sun shines when I'm with you, and also represents rebirth and new beginnings. It is also the flower for the month of March and the symbol of the 10th wedding anniversary.
am I in too deep? have I lost my mind?
well, I don't care. you're here tonight.
— enrique iglesias, let me be your hero
confession: I was planning on posting an AA stevetony fic for #10yearsofstevetony, but of course life got in the way and I didn’t finish in time. Nevertheless, I wasn’t about to let this day come and go without some kind of contribution! Happy ten years, my friends xx
10 YEARS OF STEVETONY!!! WHOOOOO! HERE HAVE THIS FLUFFY FIC ABT DOG TAGS/ ARC REACTOR LOVE!
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The first beams of sunlight streamed in through the huge windows, and Tony groaned melodramatically, curling further into Steve’s chest as the light hit his tired eyes.
“Nnnfh,” he grumbled, rolling his face so it was shielded by Steve’s body.
He felt the small vibrations as Steve chuckled, and briefly debated thwacking him for getting JARVIS to open the curtains at such an ungodly hour. Of course, the notion was quickly disregarded- that required far too much effort, and also Steve was curling his arms around Tony shoulder to pull him in closer, so it was kinda difficult for him to stay too mad.
“Morning, sunshine,” Tony’s human pillow whispered, pressing his mouth against Tony’s temple as he smiled. Tony could feel it on his skin.
“F’ck’ff,” Tony grumbled, burrowing further into Steve’s neck and letting his hands rise up to tangle in the adorable blond bedhead that made its appearance every morning.
Steve laughed again, and then Tony suddenly felt himself moving as Steve wrapped a strong arm around Tony’s waist and pulled, until he was lying directly on Steve’s chest. “We have to get up. Got that early conference in Austria, remember?”
Tony whimpered and pawed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, cheek still smushed into Steve’s chest. “Don’ wanna. ‘S’too early,”
“I’m sorry, darlin’, but you made me promise to wake you up. We’ve all gotta go- you can get some rest on the way.”
Tony groaned theatrically again, but then winced as he felt the dull pain flare up in his chest. It was always difficult taking big breaths with the reactor- and it probably didn’t help that it was being squashed by Steve’s chest, but today it seemed a little more poignant than usual.
Maybe he’d slept on it funny. It happened some times. Days that were worse than others.
Steve, being the every-observant boyfriend he was, noticed the little tick, and immediately rolled Tony back on to his back, grimacing. “Sorry- is it bad today?” he asked softly, his body hovering above Tony’s, but not putting any pressure down against his chest.
Tony scowled, but nodded a little, a hand coming up to rub self-consciously over the glass.
God, he hated that thing sometimes.
Eh. Small price to pay- considering everything he’d done to earn it.
Steve gave him a look that just screamed ‘I know exactly what you’re thinking,’ and then dropped his head a little, kissing Tony’s neck softly.
Slowly, Steve’s head went lower, pressing little kisses against Tony’s collarbone, sternum, chest- until he reached the arc reactor.
Tony watched, as surprised as he had been the first time he’d watched Steve kiss the ugly thing that had been shoved in his chest all those years ago.
Apparently, Steve never got tired of kissing it.
“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” Steve whispered, as his mouth moved across each scar that lined the casing, and Tony let his eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Steve, and Steve’s mouth, and all the emotion that Steve somehow managed to convey in a single sentence.
God, he loved that man. More than anything else in the world.
Above him, Steve paused for a few seconds, and then lifted his head, a beautiful smile on his face as he said “hold on. I’ve got something that’ll make it even better. Stay here.”
Tony watched from the bed in curiosity, as Steve pulled himself upright and wandered over to his wardrobe, falling to his knees as he sifted through the bottom drawer for a second before stilling, hand grabbing at something and then coming back out, closing the cupboard with a click.
Tony squinted to see what Steve had, but apart from a tiny flash of shiny grey, he couldn’t see through his clutched fist.
Getting back on to the bed gently, Steve crawled back to where he had been before, right above Tony’s face, as he leant down and pressed a soft kiss against Tony’s mouth.
Sleepy and pliant and utterly besotted,Tony leant up and returned it, his hands snaking around Steve’s neck to close any possible space between them as his teeth nipped gently at Steve’s bottom lip, eliciting a delightful little sound from the back of Steve’s throat in reply.
Tony whined in dismay as Steve let him go, and let himself sink back into the pillows to watch Steve as he lifted his hand and opened up his palm, dragging the chain he was holding around Tony’s neck and then letting it fall- landing right on the centre of the arc reactor.
Oh.
Steve’s dog tags.
Both Tony and Steve stared at the two tags, resting against the glass casing which gave them a strange sort of blue halo as the light shone around them.
“I… Steve,” Tony said hoarsely, because goddamnit- Steve’s tags were sacred to him- they never left that drawer; not in the ten years Tony had known him, why the hell was he putting them around Tony’s neck-
“They stay. Please,” and fuck, Steve was asking him, he was asking him to keep them, like Tony might somehow reject them for whatever reason.
“Are you sure?” Tony asked quietly, looking deep into Steve’s eyes for any sort of doubt.
He couldn’t find a thing.
Steve kissed his chest again, and then let his fingers trail over the words- his own name- etched on to the pieces of metal, a look of complete fascination on his face, utterly concentrated on the image below him. “Yeah. They- they suit you.”
“I don’t… why?”
Steve looked up, and his eyes darkened as he bent down and kissed Tony, hot and hard and passionate. “’Cause you’re mine. Some of the guys, back in the day; they’d give their tags over to their girls. It was a promise. A part of them.”
Steve paused, and smiled softly, dragging a stray piece of Tony’s hair back and then pressing a kiss to the space it left. “And- well- you’re my best fella. Seems like they belong to you more than me, now.”
Tony opened and shut his mouth for a few seconds, before shaking his head disbelievingly.
“I love you,” he chose to say, simply.
Steve grinned again, before rolling off Tony and getting out of bed, throwing the clothes that had been laid out for them at Tony and then turning to his own wardrobe.
“I know. Get ready- we’re already running late.”
Tony stopped, shocked, as Steve just grabbed his clothes like nothing was wrong. “Um, I’m sorry- did you just Han-Solo me? You did. You fucking Han-Solo’d me. God, i take it back. I hate you, you’re the wors-”
Tony was cut off as Steve skipped over to him and leant down, shutting him up with another kiss. “I love you too, idiot. Now get dressed, or Pepper will literally have my head.”
Tony smiles, and grudgingly followed Steve’s orders, despite the early hour and lack of coffee.
(That smile stayed on his face for the rest of the day, and it only grew bigger every time he heard that metal clink against glass.)
