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Speaking of Ironstrange and stupid fandom wars, you should read my Ironcapstrange fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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COURAGE - WISDOM - POWER

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You goddamn demons: *fighting over tony being with steve or stephen, and raising teen peter*

Me, an intellectual: you fucking fools, all three of them are in love and raise peter together you goddamn cowards

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together, or not at all

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Botw boys rediscovering the fruitcake recipe?

It tastes like fond memories

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

CHAPTER 1 OF THE BOTW AU IS UP, CLOCKING IN AT 9.2K

PLEASE READ AND KUDO AND COMMENT

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This isn't gonna be in the fic proper because my planned timeline doesn't work with it but like I had to lmao

Tony assessed the little study. It really was a testament to the king's selfish and unkind nature that his own son's private hideaway was so small and so remote. There were old tomes strewn about, rotted with age. At least a dozen medical journals took up one bookcase alone. A beautiful flower, a Silent Princess, was somehow still blooming, hanging from the ceiling in a solitary planter.

"Did you find what you needed yet?" Steve called from the door, sword drawn. "This place is crawling with Guardians, I'd really rather we leave quickly."

"This is our first and possibly last trip here in the Castle," Tony shot back. He picked up a rather ratty looking book that crumbled to dust in his hands. "I wanna make sure I see everything."

Finally, he spotted it, a lone leatherback notebook opened on the desk. It was bound in blue with an assortment of beaded tassels to serve as a bookmark. When he flipped the page, he found entry after entry in barely legible sloppy handwriting. Despite this, somehow, he could read it.

"Date: xx/xx/xx. My father is being an ass again. He urges me to pray to a goddess that never listens. I could be doing so much better for our people if he let me study the spells I wanted to and work on splicing the Ancient technology with our own. Already, Anthony and I have made incredible progress. The soldier who lost an arm has taken fully to his Guardian enhanced prosthetic. He thanked me the other day and my heart raced at his smile. That was where I belonged, helping people with my knowledge and expertise, not praying in front of another dusty old statue--"

"What on earth are you reading?"

Steve had backed up a few paces, tucking himself deeper into the study. Across the bridge, the spotlight of an aerial Guardian flashed by. He peered over Tony's shoulders, his heart sinking.

"Is that a diary?" He asked, nudging the inventor's shoulder. "That's a breach of privacy--"

"Yeah, well, our memories aren't coming back fast enough," Tony flipped the page, already halfway done with the next entry. "This is Stephen's journal, maybe reading a few passages will jog something."

Steve still looked uneasy but decided that, as long as he himself resisted the urge to read, he was still kosher. Tony cleared his throat.

"Date: xx/xx/xx. Anthony and Steve accompanied me to another bullshit prayer session across the country. We took to the lush rainforests of Faron. I wanted to stay to study the local wildlife, the wild oxen, the produce that grew untamed, but my royal guards pushed us forward. I made them wait a good ways back as the three of us entered the Spring of Courage. Anthony had a sense of pride emanting from his cocky smile the whole time, like he himself made the temple in his own image. Steve and I teased him but he was right to be proud. The springs of Wisdom and Power were nowhere near as opulent as this."

Tony snickered. Even if he couldn't remember the excursion, he could perfectly imagine how it played out.

"--Of course, an hour straight of prayer yielded no results. Hylia still refuses to answer me. Not that it matters. My study, my slow mastery of magic, my scientific knowledge. That's who I was. No goddess could ever tell me who I needed to be, or show me a path to better myself. Still, deep down, I do feel shame. Anthony speaks about dreams, dreams about holy prophecies and lives long passed. Even Steve, who's meant to be the most severed from Her Holiness, sometimes hears a voice. I'm happy for them but, at the same time, I'm deeply jealous. I only hope that, when the time comes, I can meet my destiny head-on and do my people proud."

Tony sniffled. Though the memories were faint, his feelings for the prince were still there. His heart clenched, his fingertips tingled. He missed him terribly.

"Does uh," Steve suddenly spoke up. "Is there more to that entry?"

"Huh?" Tony turned the page. "Oh, uh, yeah. Here we go. 'Anthony and Steve seemed very apologetic and understanding. They get my frustrations like no one else does. I was delighted when I saw the guards had remained at their posts a good deal away from the temple. Anthony and Steve were so gentle, they--"

Tony snapped his jaw shut, eyes wide and unblinking. Steve nudged him to continue but Tony shook his head, simply passing over the book in shocked silence.

"-- the water was warm-- the air was thick-- such broad hands and strong arms--" Steve inhaled sharply. "... We. We had sex in a holy sprin--"

"Alright! Okay!" Tony snatched the book back, tucking it into the desk before grabbing up his bow. He notched three arrows, avoiding eye contact. "You said this place is crawling so we should leave before we wind up as perfectly charred dust!"

Under his hood, Tony's face was bright scarlet. He wasn't sure why he was so flustered. Maybe it was the confirmation that they three were romantically involved, maybe it was the shame of breaching a loved one's privacy, maybe it was the realization that he had terribly affectionate and emotional sex on hallowed ground, it was hard to tell. Behind him, Steve was snickering, his own cheeks a rosy pink.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down, tough guy," He patted the inventor's shoulder with a grin. "Let's head out."

Steve took off running, leaping across the bridge and back under safe cover. Tony took one last look back at the journal the study as a whole before dashing off to join him.

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Breath of the Mild

“Do you ever think the gods are watching us from high above? Are they laughing? Crying? Will we ever know?” The first thing he registered w

Here's the BotW fic! Maybe I'll return to it one day, who knows :)