#askafroa

[ghostjelliess]

Beware the daughters of the Eschenfrau,

Those evil girls will cut you down.

Gut you in the winter night, 

they’ll steal the moon and drink the light. 

Wish upon a shining star,

The Mother protects from cruel daughters.

[cap-ironman]

2023 Captain America/Iron Man Reverse Bang Masterlist

After months filled with creativity being crafted into fanworks, this year's Reverse Bang is finished! Thank you to all of our fantastic participants—congratulations on posting, and we hope you had a great time working together, whether this was your first Cap-IM RBB or not!

Here’s the final list of our 11 fantastic artwork entries and their accompanying works, all created specifically for this event. Enjoy exploring the new Stevetony content, and remember to show your appreciation through kudos, comments and sharing if you haven't already!

Mind the warnings for each individual work on their AO3 page, please.

Masterlist under the cut

Honesty is the best policy by BladeoftheNebula and Hkandi (Gen, MCU, art and 7549 words) ★ Team Masterpost

Steve's friends are throwing a Valentine's party and want to set Steve up with a date there, as he's one of the few single ones in their circle. Stubborn as he is, he decides to put in some effort himself and puts a tragically honest flier up on campus, not actually believing anyone will reply. Imagine his surprise when someone actually does!

For What Good is a Man by Perlmutt and ATOASTBW (E, MCU, art and 15,921 words) ★ Team Masterpost

It's Tony 58th birthday, but despite it being his special day, he's filled with uncharacteristic self-doubt. Luckily, he had his friends and family to cheer him up.

In particular, his husband was more than happy to prove his love for him, in more ways than one

just like binary stars by Fluffypanda and ArabellaAM (Gen, MCU, art and 16,105 words) ★ Team Masterpost

Tony's kingdom has been at war with the northern barbarians since even before he was born. When his men finally capture one of them, Tony's ready for everything: he's ready to learn their language, to get all the information he can about them and to finally win this war.

But falling in love with one of them? That's the one thing he wasn't ready for.

Not Part of the Plan by KappaMairi/Askafroa and AvengersNewB (T, MCU, art and 9001 words) ★ Team Masterpost

Omega Tony was not planning to go against the plan: to mate with Tiberius Stone, take care of his alpha's needs, to remember at all times that he was just an omega. Tony was not planning to fall in love and yet, somehow, Steve Rogers happened to him.

Only Paintings in the Building by ironycap, BladeoftheNebula and Neverever (T, MCU, art and 5,885 words) ★ Team Masterpost

His life would be a lot easier if he could just stick to painting other things. Landscapes for example. Landscapes were nice. But then again landscapes didn’t have that glint in their eye, or that body that had been built from hard engineering and years of trying to do good. They didn’t have that inherent charm and good looks that won them Sexiest Man of the Year four times. By comparison, landscapes were a joke. Steve causes himself a whole heap of trouble when he starts to paint pictures of Tony.

Push by ralsbecket (T, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

remember to remember me by xWinterDreamsx (T, MCU, 5267 words)

“Look at me. Look at me.”

Tony looked. He looked and he felt, for a moment, that this can’t have been the first time he got lost in those blue eyes. It felt familiar, in a way he didn’t understand.

Reaching Out For Your Hope_ART! by KakushiMiko (Not Rated, MCU, Art) ★ Team Masterpost

Reaching Out For Your Hope by Becci_chan (T, MCU, 10,569 words)

Steve knew Tony could see and sense everything about him, but Steve had no idea what was going on in Tony’s head. He just hoped he got his point across. He wanted to help as well. Maybe they could support each other, have each other’s back in case of a fight.

Safe Haven by zappedbysnow and Gottalovev (M, MCU/Avengers Assemble, art and 20,868 words) ★ Team Masterpost

It's been three months since the Battle of New York. Four since Steve woke up in the future. Everything is still too fast, too bright, too glib. And then, as if it wasn't enough, Steve is dragged through a portal into an alternate universe. Other Him is happy, though, and that feels like hope.

Soar the skies, scorch the lands, build a halo of stars and lightning- ART! by KakushiMiko (Not Rated, MCU, Art) ★ Team Masterpost

Soar the skies, scorch the lands, build a halo of stars and lightning by Shipperslist (T, MCU, 14,770 words)

Crown Prince Anthony Stark does not want to be a king, and even less he wants to be Bound to a Guardian in some supposedly magical ritual. Turns out that he likes being the victim even less and…well. The Binding might not be so bad after all.

The Starkphone Sex Tapes by jetblackfeeling/wingheads (E, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

The Starkphone Sex Tapes by purpleicedteas (E, MCU, 5563 words)

Steve finds porn too unrealistic to watch.

Tony gives him a helping hand. And mouth.

unravel by jetblackfeeling/wingheads (E, 616, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Spill into my hands by Missy_dee811 (E, 616, 7811 words)

As always, a flirt. “It’s nice to see you, Tony,” he said. Tony smiled. “You, too, Cap,” he said.

(Thor, Steve, and Tony agree to restart the Avengers. All is going well until there's a misunderstanding and Steve has to come to terms with the feelings he has for Tony and what they'll mean for them, and the team, going forward.)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: betheflame

Flame is the queen of fluff in my book. Her fics are like little pieces of candy, and no matter which one you choose, they're all delicious. I love the way she explores different AUs and makes them her own, especially the No Powers variety. So if you're looking for some treats, you're in the right place.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Have You Met My... Husband?

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Natasha Rating: M Words: 7,317 Tags: School Reunion, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining

Summary: Steve's high school reunion is coming up and for reasons that make no sense except in fic, Tony goes with him and poses as his husband. ... and things progress from there ...

Reasons why I love it: Natasha and Pepper really steal the show in this one, what with their meddling ways. Honestly, Steve and Tony need all the outside help they can get, my god, idiots in love is exactly right. I really love the humor in this one, and Bucky and Natasha's banter especially. This fic is adorable, and I hope you give it a shot!

Crouching Genius, Hidden Soulmate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,276 Tags: Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, Soulmates, No Powers

Summary: “We’re going to chat about that imaginary numbers bullshit, Stark,” Bucky said with a laugh, “but right now, come with me.” “Where?” “Downstairs,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “I’m about to change your life.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Okay Angelica.”

Reasons why I love it: You had me at Angelica. This fic is so sweet! I love all the little tidbits like Rhodey and Pepper's daughter and Steve's career that really flesh out the world. And of course, I'm a huge fan of Hamilton playing a major role in this fic. I love this one so much, so I hope you give it a shot (and don't throw it away, badum tz).

Paper Crowns and Secret Keepers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,564 Tags: No Powers, A/B/O, Teacher Steve

Summary: Steve Rogers did not play favorites. He’d been one of the kindergarten teachers at Allensville Academy since he got out of graduate school and that was one of his key pedagogical beliefs - no playing favorites. But lands alive, if Peter Stark wasn’t testing his resolve.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaaah not Flame subverting expectations in the best possible way, I am LIVING! Tony the not-alpha just breaks your heart once you learn about the circumstances that made his secrets necessary, and I love the political undertones throughout the fic in general. Also, Mairi (Askafroa) made some truly fantastic art for this that you desperately need to see if you haven't already, it's the cutest! This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

A Totally Normal Dad

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,103 Tags: Identity Porn, Parenting, Canon Divergence

Summary: Steve is a totally normal, boring, suburban, stay-at-home-dad. He's also a superhero. His husband only knows the first sentence.

Reasons why I love it: The Incredibles, but make it Stony. I really love how this ties into canon, and oh my god, that paragraph about Steve wanting to grow old with Tony made me genuinely emotional. Also, Steve and Tony are so sweet with Peter, it makes me want to cry. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Wax On, Wax Off

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,354 Tags: No Powers, College AU, Merman Steve

Summary: Sure, a man could fall in love with a merman - but where would they make out?

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I love them. Tony doing his level best to make life more comfortable for Steve is so sweet, and oh my god, the ending puts the biggest smile on my face. I also love the way Steve's merman-ism works and the cameos of the other Avengers in texting-form. This fic is delightful, and I hope you give it a go!

[sleepstxtic]

Feydpaul Secret Santa: Day 12 [Fic]

Title: the dark of you Gifted To: askafroa Selected Tags: Cousin Incest, Clubbing, Jealousy, Bottom Paul Atreides, Top Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, very light BDSM tones, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Sex in a club

Summary:

“Paul loves to make Feyd jealous to get what he wants. Maybe this time it finally works!?

Another delicious modern AU today!

Read here on AO3

[sanguine-salvation]

Selkie and Askafroa!

[ Scandinavian folklore based character questions! - ACCEPTING ]

(Selkie answered here!)

Askafroa

If human Viktor were supernatural, the sacrifice of death would appease them. People who willingly embrace death by their hand, who see it as the 'gift of freedom' that it truly is. Whether or not this would placate them or just be another very similar and unending cycle of death, well, who knows. Siren!Viktor still has the mentality of an angel of death, yes, and would similarly be appeased by those who see the world similarly, but it's warped in even more conflicting directions: both by further dehumanization, and the small part of them that mourns for the last visible vestiges of humanity that they've lost. They would also probably find some calming from those getting trapped in their song, especially if someone listened willingly, as whether or not they get attacked or devoured, just the simple act of someone falling for their voice gives them some sustenance. Also maybe baubles for their 'nest'.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Not Part of the Plan

Read it on AO3

by Askafroa, AvengersNewB

Omega Tony was not planning to go against the plan: to mate with Tiberius Stone, take care of his alpha's needs, to remember at all times that he was just an omega.

Tony was not planning to fall in love and yet, somehow, Steve Rogers happened to him.

Words: 9001, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Obadiah Stane, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Scents & Smells, Getting Together, Marriage, Dogs, mention of omegaverse pregnancy and labor, but non-graphic and no details, Obadiah is a terrible terrible person, Physical Abuse, by Obadiah of course

Read it on AO3

[ao3feed-stony]

Not Part of the Plan

by Askafroa, AvengersNewB

Omega Tony was not planning to go against the plan: to mate with Tiberius Stone, take care of his alpha's needs, to remember at all times that he was just an omega.

Tony was not planning to fall in love and yet, somehow, Steve Rogers happened to him.

Words: 9001, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Obadiah Stane, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Scents & Smells, Getting Together, Marriage, Dogs, mention of omegaverse pregnancy and labor, but non-graphic and no details, Obadiah is a terrible terrible person, Physical Abuse, by Obadiah of course

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47667175

[royaletiquette]

Askafroa: if your muse was / is a supernatural being, what sacrifices would placate them? 

Ceasg: if your muse could have any three wishes granted, what would they be and why

Nøkken: what sound does your muse find most enticing / pleasant? 

(for both Hibiko and Hibiya, if you do not mind)

If your muse was a supernatural being, what sacrifices would placate them? - Oooh there's a lot to think about here, and some high fantasy stuff that is not my strong suit. So! Hibiko, being as lame as she is, I'd say offering up items of sentimental value. The deeper, more meaningful, obviously the better. So long as she gets to hear the emotion behind it. Hibiya cares far less about how an offering would affect someone than how it benefits him. Rarity is what he would be after, less important is what that item literally is. One of a kind items lost to time. Things that make him inherently special just for having.

If your muse could have any three wishes granted, what would they be and why. - Okay I gotta force myself to be really simple with this one. Because realistically, I don't think Hibiko would wish for anything. It'd freak her out knowing stuff or getting something she wouldn't have gotten naturally. But, let's pretend she's less wise.

Will she be in love with the man her parents pick for her to marry? It would be a tremendous weight off her chest to know and feel more confident with the temptation of going against them.

To know if her parents' love is truly unconditional. Frankly put, Hibiko has done so little to go against them and do anything that would test their love, and she very well knows that.

If she's doing the right thing. Ambiguous and somewhat meaningless, but any form of yes or no would help her feel less aimless overall.

Hibiya on the other hand, has no shame, and will wish for the stuff completely out of reach he could never know otherwise.

If his name will live on after he dies. Hibiya is first and foremost out for himself. He works hard to redeem his parents, strengthen his power, and create a more stable foundation for his future children to build off of. But, it's all for the sake of making a name for himself, being head and shoulders above everyone else when the Subarashi name comes up.

To know if his parents are okay. They haven't been in his life for a few years now and likely won't ever be again in fear of Yakuza catching wind of it. As much as he blames them for near everything, they're still his parents, who very clearly only wanted the best for him. His anger towards them is barely their fault.

He'd also want to hear what they think of him. The family didn't exactly split on the best of terms. Hibiya is at the end of the day, a family-centric guy, and his parents are unfortunately it when it comes to family. Of course he went against their wishes to ditch the crown with him but still seeks their approval.

What sound does your muse find most enticing / pleasant? - Something that distracts them from the closeted world they're in. Existential romantics at their core, they love windy weather. Hearing the wind blow through cracked open windows and through the grass and trees. It's something that reminds Hibi that the world is still moving on its own, they don't have to be the ones forcing it.

[angrenwen]

"My mother doesn’t know who painted the picture, but there is a signature in one corner. I convince her to let me take it to the owner of a gallery - surely it is worth something, I tell her, and at last she lets me take it, though I must promise not to sell her treasure. 

The man wants it, when he sees it. He gives me the name of the artist only after making several offers to buy the painting, his hands running reverently over the frame, his eyes greedy on the graceful lines of the ballerina. “Tell your mother what I am willing to offer,” he urges, when I finally wrest the painting away from him and put it back in its case. “Herr Werner’s paintings are very popular, especially his portraits. They have such life, such soul! He is a great artist.” 

Soul.

Is that it? Is the soul of that dancer trapped within the painting? I thought she was like a ghost, but perhaps she is a ghost. If the immortal soul of a woman is indeed imprisoned within, by what black magic I cannot imagine, then my quest is even more urgent. 

Herr Werner is very old now, but he is still alive, though it takes me two days on the train and another on a hired horse to reach his Schloss. My parents will be furious that I have run off in this way, and with my mother’s precious painting, but a desperate urgency has seized me now. I don’t know why, but I feel that time is running out. 

The small, run-down old castle is exactly the sort of home a wealthy artist would choose, beautiful and a little sad, and yet as I approach it I feel a strange unease. It is such a pretty, green place, and yet thoughts of Bergmönch and  Askafroa, Wiedergänger and Nachzehrer and all the monsters of old stories fill my mind. This is not a good place, I feel it in my bones.

It seems almost unreal when a stout, pleasant-looking footman opens the door to me. I explain my manufactured errand - to verify this painting as the great Herr Werner’s work - and for reasons I cannot explain even to myself, I do not give my own name. The caution learned from the old tales, perhaps, that are so much in my mind now, that warn not to give your own name, nor that of any person you know. So I give the name of Richter, and a town in which I know no Richters live, and I am ushered in and invited to wait. 

Herr Werner is a small, thin man, but though he must be at least eighty he still moves with vigour. “Welcome, welcome, young man,” he says to me, smiling. “It’s so rare that anyone comes to visit me, these days. And you have brought one of my paintings? I am grateful - I am always so pleased to see them again.” 

He seems so ordinary, such a nice old man, that my qualms and my quest seem suddenly foolish. How could I have believed such a fanciful notion? (And yet my memory of the ballerina’s desperate pleading is so clear.) I try to make small-talk as I carefully open the flat box, unwrap the oiled cloth and soft wool wrappings around the precious canvas, and feel like a fool as I lay the ballerina’s portrait before him. 

And when he looks at it, I know I am not a fool. Perhaps someone who wasn’t watching wouldn’t have seen that gloating look, the fleeting, cruel smile. “Ahh, yes,” he murmurs as he strokes the frame with a fingertip, “the portrait of the little Kuznetsov. I painted this more than fifty years ago, young Richter, when I was a young man myself, little older than you are. And here she is, as beautiful as ever.” 

There is something in his tone that chills me. “It is my mother’s favourite painting,” I tell him, trying to hide my unease. “It was hard to convince her to let me take it, even to bring it to you.” I pause, and try to make my voice casual and unconcerned. “I suppose the woman, this Fraulein Kuznetsov, must be very old now.” 

“Oh, no,” he says softly. “The little Kuznetsov died young. So sad.” But under the sorrow in his voice, I can hear that cruel satisfaction again. 

“I see.” I look around the room. “Forgive me, sir, but I am most curious... are any of your other portraits here? I have heard they are marvellous, but I have only ever seen this one.” 

He looks pleased. “Yes, yes, there are a few. Come with me into my little gallery.” 

The portraits are indeed marvellous, all with the same beauty of line and poignant life of the ballerina. They are all different - a sturdy little servant girl, a handsome dandy, a sleepy-eyed matron wrapped in furs, people from all walks of life - and yet every one sends the same chill down my spine. 

As we walk along the brightly lit gallery, movement catches my eye. Not in the gallery itself, but at the far end, where a door leads into a darkened room. There are pale, anguished faces there, the faces from the portraits twisted in suffering and anger, and it takes all my strength of will to pretend I don’t see them. I can’t tell if he sees them... but I am sure, so very sure, that he knows they’re there.

He escorts me back to the study, and I am not surprised to see the ballerina in a shadowed corner. Even now, she is dancing, unable to stop, but her eyes never leave the elderly artist, and the rage distorts her face until it looks almost inhuman. 

Herr Werner smiles down at the painting, and then looks at me. “Young man,” he says thoughtfully, “I would like to paint your portrait. I have not painted one in a long time... would you be willing to stay for a few days?”

I am sure now, and I shake my head with false regret. “My parents will already be worrying, and I must return as quickly as I can. Perhaps I could return another time, if you would like it.” 

“That would be very nice. You would be most welcome.” He nods to me, all affability. “I have enjoyed your little visit, young Richter.”

I incline my head. “If I might ask for one more small service? I am sorry to impose, but...” 

“If there is anything an old man can do,” he agrees, keeping up his pose of being an affable old man, “I would be most happy.” 

I gesture to the painting - and then, slowly, to the ballerina in the corner. “Let her out,” I tell him, and my voice is no longer pleasant or friendly. “Whatever you have done to her, undo it. Free her.” 

He looks into the corner, and then back at me, and his face is suddenly a mask of fury. “Never,” he spits. “I will never release her! I will never release any of them!” He moves with the speed of a spider, lunging at me, and the withered hand that clutches my wrist has a terrible strength. 

He is faster than I expected, and stronger, and he has his hands around my throat before my knife passes between his ribs. The faint, reedy cry has a note of surprise... is it that I am armed, or that I strike so readily, or that the knife burns him? It does - I can smell the scorching flesh. 

When the curator of the gallery spoke of souls, it made me afraid. Before I left the town, I stopped at a church and begged a priest’s blessing. He was a good man, and could see that I was afraid. Though I am sure he doubted whether any real black magic threatened me, he blessed me, and laid further blessings on the crucifix I wear and the knife I carry, that they might shield me from evil. 

His blessings had power. The old man’s hand burned where it touched the crucifix, and the flesh around the knife sizzled like fat on a stove.  Whatever wicked magic he had done, his very flesh and blood was so poisoned with it that it burned at the touch of a holy blessing. Within moments, the old man collapsed at my feet, his lips drawn back from his teeth in a futile snarl, his eyes fixed in death. 

The ballerina still danced in her corner, her fluttering hands stretched out towards the body on the floor. Even his death had not freed her... or, I supposed, the others. What more must I do?

The ballerina could not pause her dance, it seemed. It was the little servant girl from the painting who crept into the room, laying her small hand on the old man’s chest and looking at me with pleading eyes. 

I remembered old stories about wizards, and I knew what to do. It took some time, and it was messy, but I cut out the heart and threw it onto the fire. It blazed in a way flesh should not, and at last the ballerina stopped her dancing. She collapsed onto her knees, clasping her hands in prayer, and then looked up at me with such thankfulness that words could not have expressed it better than her beautiful eyes. The little servant girl bowed, the same joy and thankfulness on her round face, and they both faded away as the heart burned.

When I walked out of that terrible room, the footman was on his knees sobbing. What terrible things the wizard had inflicted on him, I pray I never know. I laid a bloodied hand on his shoulder. “Blame me,” I told him. “Young Richter, from Halsdorf. Do not forget it.” 

He sobbed and babbled something with thanks mixed into it, clutching at my hand, and I left, still carrying my painting. I washed my hands in a trough outside, mounted my horse, and rode away. 

My mother is not as fond of her painting as she was. She still stops to admire it, now and then, but always with a little sigh. Some elusive magic... the imprisoned soul... is gone from it now. She has promised to leave it to me, though, since I am so fond of it, and I am glad of that. I know almost nothing of the little Kuznetsov, and likely never will... but I know that her soul is free. 

Note: Though this narrative must be considered fantastic, several interesting corroborative details have come to light after investigation. Firstly, that a dancer named Olga Kuznetsov did indeed die shortly after being painted by Werner, supposedly of consumption. Secondly, that a number of other Werner subjects died after being painted, deaths usually attributed to consumption or fever. Thirdly and most strikingly, that the description of both the artist Werner’s death and of the paintings in his gallery at the time of his murder (specifically the servant girl, the dandy, and the matron with furs) are entirely accurate, as is the pseudonym reported by Werner’s servants to be the name of his killer. There can be little doubt that it was indeed Heinrich Vogt who murdered Werner, a crime unsolved for more than one hundred and fifty years. Whether he genuinely believed that Werner was a black magician at the time, there is no way to know. The account appears to have been written much later, though whether it is a copy of an earlier, contemporary document we will probably never know.

The Vogt family, who must be thanked for their willingness to have this strange account made public, attest that according to those who knew him personally, Heinrich Vogt was a very gentle, kindly man. However, they also confirm that he was deeply superstitious, and to the end of his days wore an old silver crucifix that he insisted was ‘blessed’, and sovereign protection against wicked magic. The crucifix was, at his request, buried with him."

The ballerina’s portrait is cursed. I see her dancing in the greenhouse, her face twisted in grief and rage. 

[eyes-blazing]

Askafroa: if your muse was / is a supernatural being, what sacrifices would placate them? Foe finn

"Does a clone count as a supernatural being? I mean, I'm technically a doppelganger. And pizza. Love pizza."

[ghostjelliess]

Deep in the Kunstwald, where the valley flattened and the rivers swelled, a line of people paraded into the looming forest. They waved torches and dull axes decorated with ribbons, their rowdy shouts ensnared in the thick underbrush of the encroaching forest, corralled by the impenetrable dark. Laughter burst from small groups, and children were yelled at to never get ahead of the light. The dark is dangerous, parents scolded, pointing to the lustrous pools lining the road, that’s the blood of the Eschenfrau’s daughters, they’ll cut you up and swallow your dreams. They celebrated the impending spring, marching with axes aloft as leaders tracked the painted arcs of gold and silver, measuring the growth of the invading forest and predicting the harvest season.

...

Continue reading on ghostjellies.com

[cap-ironman]

Cap-IM Reverse Big Bang 2023: Team Invincible

Title: Not Part of the Plan Artist: KappaMairi/Askafroa Writer: AvengersNewB Universe: MCU Rating: Teen Fic Wordcount: 9001 Summary: Omega Tony was not planning to go against the plan: to mate with Tiberius Stone, take care of his alpha's needs, to remember at all times that he was just an omega. Tony was not planning to fall in love and yet, somehow, Steve Rogers happened to him. Link to art and fic on AO3

[greenbookreclaim]

Very pleased to add this to my 'Askafroa' weapons arsenal.

Friendly reminder

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 19 – FAN COMICS

The Ol' Switcharoo by tripperfunster

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Tags: Avengers Family, Body Swap, Humor

Summary: A comic about body-swap, walking in another person's shoes, and dicks. Not walking in their dicks, of course, but yanno, touching them and stuff.

Reasons why I love it: I don't usually rec incomplete works, but this one is so good, I just have to. The current last chapter ends on a really satisfying note anyway, even without the big finale, so it's not like it's a hardship. This comic is not only hilarious but hot as hell in parts, adorable in others, and has some really hard-hitting emotional moments too. In short, it's incredible, and if you haven't already, I highly suggest you read it!

A Good Thing by Askafroa, FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Tags: Therapy, Pre-Serum Steve, A/B/O

Summary: Steve's life is built on routines: working as a therapist at the alpha care centre, helping alphas and omegas develop relationships, and taking care of his roommate, Bucky, and his prosthetic arm. Then things take an unexpected turn when the new alpha he has to help is none other than the famous Tony Stark: CEO, billionaire, and Iron Man.

Reasons why I love it: This one is also still ongoing, but it updates pretty regularly, so I want to invite you to follow along, because HOT DAMN the way I squeal whenever a new chapter is posted. The story is amazing, and the art style, goddamn, I could gush about it all day. It's sweet and touching and makes me really emotional in some parts, and I love it all more than I can say. Do yourself a favor and check this one out, because it's incredible!

[limetimo]

Not Part of the Planby Askafroa, AvengersNewB

Someone New bycitrusstarlight

Past Zero Hour byanonymsly

[shieldagentcoulson]

Askafroa: if your muse was / is a supernatural being, what sacrifices would placate them? 

Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee