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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, 1872

Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters:

- Kirk/Spock (TOS and SNW, but AOS is cool too)
- Dean/Cas

Likes:

- getting together

- scifi tropes like body swapping, time travel, multiverse shenanigans, amnesia, presumed dead, identity porn, telepathy, robots and AIs

- favorite shippy tropes include fake relationships, not actually unrequited love, sex pollen or fuck or die (dubcon and noncon welcome), enemies to lovers (or friends to enemies to lovers), betrayal and forgiveness

- plot

- canon-based stories

- happy endings

Art prompts:
(these go for any of the fandoms I mentioned, and any Steve/Tony universe except MCU!)
- bondage/captivity
- costume swap or stealing each other’s clothes
- Steve and Tony are shrunk down to 1/12th scale
- non-fandom art of ANIMALS! (my favorites include: manatees; dogs; wolves; whales; caterpillars; octopuses, spiders, otters, bears, hedgehogs, elephants, pigs, bison, crows, bats, moose, and sloths.)

Dislikes: Pregnancy, mpreg, a/b/o, kidfic, infants, animal harm, Nazi imagery, scat, permanent character death, not generally into AUs where the era is different and people with magic or superpowers don't have them anymore, fluff without plot

Non-fandom related requests/anything else?:

- I'd prefer not to get Christmas greetings.

- I haven’t been reading much Steve/Tony in the last year, and would love recs that fit my likes! Especially for fics longer than 20k.

- I love dogs, especially sled dogs, and appreciate any and all pictures of them

- Recs for fantasy (or scifi) books starring Jewish characters, preferably with Jewishness playing a role in the plot. My faves are Spinning Silver and When the Angels Left the Old Country. I also love Michael Chabon’s writing, and some of his stuff goes into sff sometimes.

- I’m extremely picky about video games but always want recs!
Video game likes: exploring; collecting; crafting; witchy vibes; fairy tale vibes; unique puzzles
Video game dislikes: pixel graphics; combat; graphic animal harm (using animals as ingredients/food is usually fine); most anime style art; visual novels
Game styles that are physically challenging/impossible for me: timing/rhythm games; most music games (if only a handful of puzzles are music based, I can just make my partner do them); platformers or anything else that involves repeatedly resetting to a previous point
Games I love that are typical for me: Potion Craft; Abzu; Aka; Black Book; Chants of Sennaar; Hexcells; In Other Waters; Portal; Reka; Roki; Samorost 3; Tiny Glade; Townscaper; Sable; Stacklands; Strange Horticulture; Stray; Wytchwood
Games I love that are exceptions: Baldur’s Gate 3 (combat, I like turn-based the best and played on the easiest mode and savescummed like crazy); Inscryption (some pixel graphics); Psychonauts (combat, I had my partner do most of the boss battles for me, but I’m obsessed with the graphics and mindscapes)
More info: I didn’t care for Midnight Suns, even though I’ve enjoyed other deck battlers (Black Book, Inscrpytion). I wanted to like Edith Finch but found it meh overall (though I loved the graphics). I tried Gris for the graphics but still find platformers frustrating. I thought I’d adore Untitled Goose Game, but kept having to look up the puzzle solutions, which sucked the fun out of it.

Comments

[magicasen]

Hi Naomi!! Thank you so much for being such a cool, kind, and talented server member - I hope you stick around for a while to come and you enjoy the server in 2025 as well!

Here is an 1872 fill with some of your prompts of captivity and amnesia - I hope you enjoy it!

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Tony woke, and promptly wished he hadn't. Every reminder that he was awake, conscious, and alive was accompanied with a reminder of his body's ability to feel pain. Each beat of his heart felt like someone pounding a drum behind his eyelids. A throbbing sensation on his head refused to subside even with carefully drawn breaths. His limbs were sore and stiff and apparently bound tightly in place. He tried to shift to a more comfortable position and nearly bit his tongue off as his ankle screamed in protest. Badly twisted, probably.

What the hell had he gotten himself into, now? The worst was that he had not the faintest feather of an idea. Beyond what he'd done to cross the wrong crowd, Tony couldn't recall where he came from, who he was, or if he was the sort of person that people would be looking for.

He opened his eyes as best he could, until he realized that his left eye was almost swollen shut. In the silver lining of this whole debacle, he found himself in relative, soothing darkness. He shuffling himself as best he could to an upright position against the wall, even with his legs bound together at the ankles and his arms tied together at the wrists. He tested his restraints, which obviously didn't give.

He was in a shed, as far as he could tell. It wasn't the most well-built either, with moonlight slanting through slabs of old wood. Well, as long as Tony didn't have to find a way out of an entire building. Of course, he might end up like a sitting duck once he got out, but he'd take his chances out there than in here. Naturally, the door didn't budge when he slammed his shoulder against it a few times, as his body screamed through the jolts of pain. Probably barred from the outside. Tony curled on the floor, panting.

There was nothing else of note in here with him. Whoever had left him here hadn't bothered gagging him, which didn't bode well for how close they were to civilization. But it did give him access to his mouth and teeth, and they hadn't taken his shoes.

After several agonizing moments of wiggling and slamming his boot against the floor, Tony managed to loosen it enough to remove it. Now, he had to figure out a way to remove the blade. He fell back on the floor, chest heaving as his vision swam in and out. He couldn't afford to take breaks in the moment of relative peace just because things were quiet now—

The sound of hooves broke throgh the silence. One horse, from the sounds of it. Whoever it was, wasn't interested in being quiet.

It could be someone here to rescue him. It could be someone coming here to finish the job.

Several minutes later, when the door opened, Tony pounced. It wasn't much, with feet and hands tied, and a blade clenched between his teeth, but the element of surprise earned him a grunt of pain - or was that surprise? But the intruder's reflxes were good, and they raised their arm in time so that the blade caught their forearm instead of their face. Instead of falling forward and tumbling them both over, Tony toppled over. He twisted, to avoid falling on his bad foot, only to realize he'd landed his torso on the blade. Thankfully, it was laid flat on his side. Fuck.

Tony was flipped onto his back and his vision was promptly filled with handsome, worried blond.

"Stark!"

"Who?"

"Oh thank god," the man said. He sat back on his haunches. He watched Tony like he was soaking in the sight.

"If you're here for me, you want to give a hand?"

"What?" The man studied him. "You're still tied up? And you still managed that?" The man shook his head, as he took a look at the slash on his forearm. "I should have known better."

He picked Tony's blade from the floor, before pulling out a proper switchknife from his belt and promptly cutting through Tony's restraints. Tony rubbed at his wrists and ankles, taking in the little relief from the pain that was quickly making itself known, as the adrenaline of jumping this man was starting to subside.

He was a sight for sore eyes, literally. Even if Tony had been having a great day, he wouldn't have refused the opportunity to admire. The man had to be some sort of leader. It would be a waste of his good looks otherwise.

"So, who do I owe the pleasure to getting rescued by a handsome stranger?"

The man squinted at him. "You're more addled than your usual," the blond stranger told him. "But you're not drunk."

A drink sounded amazing, to be honest. "I would be happy to hit up the nearest saloon, as long as it doesn't end up with me thrown into a shed with no recollection of how I got there," Tony told him. "Who are you?"

"I…" The man studied him, not with suspicion, but with wariness. "I'm the sheriff. Of Timely."

"I assume you're not the one who threw me in here, then?"

"Most certainly not. Much as you've tried my nerves, you've never done anything illegal."

"So, I'm a law-abiding citizen that you were charged to rescue?"

"I…well, charged isn't the right word. But you're a resident of Timely who went missing. You…really don't remember? We'll have to take you to Doctor Banner. You might have hit your head."

"You say you're the sheriff, but you're out in the middle of nowhere staging a rescue mission on a suspected kidnapipng, on your own? You don't have anyone else to help you out with a search party?"

The sheriff frowned at him with a raised eyebrow. "You find it odd?"

Tony scowled. The man wasn't wrong, surely only a brain injury could have caused the ignorance of how he ended up in the current situation, but Tony's mental capacities were in perfect working order. If only his memory would catch up. He told the sheriff as much.

The sheriff sighed. "You're not wrong. I…don't know who's behind your kidnapping in the first place. Obviously, you don't recall, either. Not everyone is your ally around these parts."

"Is our town really that turned over to the wolves?" Tony said. "No one to trust?"

"Of course there's good people to call on. You were just…I found it unusual."

"My wife must have not let up. You're honor-bound to search for a missing citizen anyway, but her nagging must have really riled you up."

"You're not married. You live by yourself, actually."

So, Tony was some sort of eccentric loner, and the sheriff still found it in himself to go off alone in search of him.

Tony found that part very hard to believe.

"What, am I related to the mayor?"

"She wouldn't take kindly to that. No, you're the town blacksmith."

Hm. Any town needed a blacksmith, sure, but any town needed a saloon owner, a general store owner, a doctor.

"Well, the big question is, what was I before the town blacksmith?"

The sheriff looked at him sharply. "You don't like to talk about it," he said.

"And that isn't suspicious to you? Maybe I went missing for a good reason. Hell, a drunk blacksmith? anyone else would think I had just gotten bored and ridden out of town."

"Only people who don't know you," Steve said. "I might not know everything that went on before you came to Timely, but that doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is who you are now, and the Tony Stark I know is a good man."

Tony was right. This man was a leader. However lawless Timely was that he couldn't find anyone he could trust, at least he would have Tony on his side. The thought was the first thing to ease the dull pain in his head.

"Fine. Fine, you found me, and you persuaded me to come with you. Where to, sheriff?"

The sheriff blinked, looking torn. "My name is Steven Rogers. You call me…Steve."

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Steve really had just brought his horse and the clothes on his back.

Every bound of the horse was unbearable on Tony's body. Tony buried his face into the warmth of the sheriff's back to try to numb the pain. At some point, his body had to decide it was easier to lapse into unconsciousness, right?

A hand was laid over his. "Stay awake, Stark," Steve said.

"Don't gotta listen to you," Tony grumbled.

For some reason, that made the other man chuckle. "Of course, you never gotta. Figure what, you can serenade me all you want. I won't even complain. Is that good enough?"

"Am I really the one who hit my head, or are you always like this?"

"Oh Danny Boy," Steve began, raspy and uncertain. "The pipes, the pipes are calling."

"You're an awful singer."

"You're one to talk, Stark."

Tony grumbled, feeling the vibrations through Steve's back as he continued singing. After a moment, Tony cleared his throat.

"I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow," he half-muttered, half-hummed. Steve's hand remained over his as he squeezed. Tony squeezed back.

[dirigibleplumbing]

Thank you for the lovely compliments and the incredible fic! What a juicy combo. I love Tony's cleverness, the instant chemistry he has with Steve, and the way Steve deals so matter-of-factly with Tony's state. And the singing, eee! I love it when they sing.

Thank you thank you!!!