The first chapter of my Soulmate AU fic, In Your Eyes Were All the Colors the Rainbow Forgot, written for @do-it-with-style-events Good Omens Reverse Bang is posted! It’ll be two chapters in total and should be completed within a week or so.
I was super lucky to get to work with an awesome artist, the extremely talented @nonexistenz whose art post for this event fic can be found here. It’s also in the fic itself, of course!
Here’s a taste of our first chapter:
That night, in a small shelter in the desert, Crawly dreams for the first time. He's aware of things in a way that allows him to take only a scant few details, but somehow he knows the shape and feel of this already; as if he was recalling the experience, which is preposterous but comforting somehow. Either way, he's warm. Not warm and humid like he's accustomed to in the bowels of Hell, but soft and warm from the inside out, as if he's found the place he's supposed to be. In his slumber, he’s safe in a way he hasn’t felt since before. In the way only dreams can, his viewpoint pans out and he sees himself there, looking different but still recognizably him, sigil and all. The most surprising piece of information he takes in, however, is that he’s snuggled safe in the arms of a very particular Principality. They're eyes are open, as if taking in the, there's no other word for it, open affection of the moment. As it they're appreciating something long-earned.
Something about it feels right in the worst way possible; something about it makes his chest hurt and he just wants to go back to sleep and live in that moment. Be that version of himself that's earned something so precious. So he does.
Relationships: Tony Stark & James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Tony Stark & FRIDAY, Tony Stark & JARVIS, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & FRIDAY
Warnings: implied/referenced (heavily) past torture, memory alteration
Rating: Mature (Gen)
Wordcount: 58k (... I know.)
Tags: Not Steve Friendly, Not Team Cap Friendly, Post-Siberia, Not Fix-It for Civil War, Canon Divergence
Summary:
Tony Stark's last memory is of the sceptre touching his chest, the alien metal clinking delicately against the glass surface of his arc reactor, and Loki's triumphant face.
His next memory is waking up in Siberia, bruised and confused, with FRIDAY apparently his AI and Rhodey - Rhodey! - in a wheelchair.
(The sceptre does nothing. Except it does everything. Tony Stark's eyes turn blue, but only until he flies a nuke through a portal. And then--)
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Art:
Playlist by feyrelay.
Art piece by nonexistenz
A collaboration for the Iron Man Big Bang 2019 @ironmanbigbang
Hi there! You art is so beautiful, say, how long will your fanbook be available to buy in your shop? Also, did you consider maybe selling it as a PDF too?
Hello there, the fanbook will open pre-order till March 7th (it’s in my store till March 7th). And about the PDF, I have no intend to do it for now plus this is my first fanbook ever, it’s a memory to me so I want it to be a book only. Thanks a lot for your considering anyway.
Followers often asked me about Patreon, so in this year if my schedule goes well, I will open Patreon for NSFW fancomic... because soon I know I can’t upload them all even on tumblr.
nonexistenz replied to your photo: staubengel: My first entry for the Frostiron...
This looks awesome! I adore it. Is there going to be a story posted later or did they drop out way too late for a pinch-hitter? This so deserves a story.
Please feel free to fill it, you or anyone. The writer that claimed the fic went AWOL / bailed. I was very much looking forward to that fic.
Dean rarely visits the bunker. He knows Sam’s got enough people to spend time with in there, even though they’re all just a bunch of librarians. But then a hunt goes wrong, Dean breaks a leg, and is forced to stay with his brother and all his new research buddies while he recuperates. Soon it turns out it wouldn’t be half as bad if it weren’t for Sam’s constant nagging, all the boring nerd duties they put him on, and the annoyingly good-looking new guy who seems to know exactly how to get under Dean’s skin.
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A story diverging after season 2 in which Sam doesn’t get stabbed and instead moves into the bunker to become a modern Man of Letters, Dean doesn’t sell his soul for him but continues to hunt, while Cas is not an angel but still pulls Dean out of hell. Not literally, though.
Summary: Dean rarely visits the bunker. He knows Sam’s got enough people to spend time with in there, even though they’re all just a bunch of librarians. But then a hunt goes wrong, Dean breaks a leg, and is forced to stay with his brother and all his new research buddies while he recuperates. Soon it turns out it wouldn’t be half as bad if it weren’t for Sam’s constant nagging, all the boring nerd duties they put him on, and the annoyingly good-looking new guy who seems to know exactly how to get under Dean’s skin.
A story diverging after season 2 in which Sam doesn’t get stabbed and instead moves into the bunker to become a modern Man of Letters, Dean doesn’t sell his soul for him but continues to hunt, while Cas is not an angel but still pulls Dean out of hell. Not literally, though.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Castiel stops talking just a moment later and starts the engine, so Dean forces himself to open his eyes and sit back again.
“So,” he starts, voice a bit raspy. He clears his throat. “You a hunter?”
Castiel chuckles under his breath. “Far from it. I’m a Man of Letters.”
“Really? You live in the bunker?” Dean leans forward in the seat, curiosity taking over his pain. “I’ve never seen you there.”
The bunker houses a lot of people, but Dean is fairly certain he wouldn’t miss a face like Castiel’s. Not with that hair.
“I do, yes,” Castiel says. His eyes stay on the road, but Dean can see one of his cheeks lifting in a soft smile. “I just moved in recently, though. That’s probably why we haven’t had the pleasure of being introduced yet.”
“Oh.” Dean rests his head on the back of the passenger seat. “I guess I haven’t visited in a while, so that actually makes sense.”
“Your brother says you’ve been hunting a lot,” Castiel prompts.
Dean lets his eyes slide closed. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Castiel glances at him, but doesn’t comment.
“Anyway.” Dean straightens up. “You never said where we’re going.”
“You never asked.” Castiel’s hands brush gently over the steering wheel when he swerves the car towards a narrow road that runs at an angle to the main street. Their surroundings are swallowed by the darkness, but Dean can see a long building with a row of pale doors when the car’s lights swipe over it.
“A motel?”
Castiel hums, parks, and shuts the engine. “It’s really late and you need to rest.”
“But—”
“I think we can go back to Lebanon tomorrow, if you’re up for it by morning.”
“Uhh, but what about my car? And my leg?” Dean lifts a brow at him.
Castiel nods. “You’re right. We will need to visit a hospital before going back. Do you think you’ll be alright for the night or—”
“Hey! I asked, what about my car?” Dean repeats angrily.
“Your car is going to be fine.” Castiel pins him with a hard gaze.
“Yeah, no way. I’m not leaving her here. You gotta go fetch her and then we can go back,” Dean says stubbornly.
“You can’t drive, Dean. I’m quite certain your leg is broken. You’re not going to be able to drive.”
“I won’t.” Dean shrugs, glares at his leg. “You will. Consider it a compliment, I usually don’t let strangers drive my baby.”
“I’m not going to leave my car here, either,” Castiel says, “if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
“Why? It’s a crappy car, anyway.”
Dean knows he’s being childish and rude and stubborn, but his head is pounding and his leg is sending painful impulses through his entire body and he’s exhausted.
It turns out Castiel is having none of his bullshit, though.
Will you host a next round too? If so, any plan when?
I’ll probably will in 2021. We as human species have decided that 2020 doesn’t exist 😂
No, seriously, I’ve moved the end of this round because I couldn’t give all the partecipants the little gifts I was planning and while I WANT to do a second round, I’ll prefer to wait a while until things settle and I’ll be able to maybe look for someone to help me with the event.
Round two would totally be a thing in the future (probably December 2020 I’ll reopen the sign-ups) but not before the end of the year! 😊
