Reasons I Can Never Get Anything Done:
I had every intention of coming home and working on the Stony fic (And I will now that the following is out of my head) but I turned music on in the car and Spotify gave me a song to make a potentially amazing fic to and well.... *sigh* I'm only so strong. ¬_¬
Story Idea Name: Angel!Steve x Demon!Tony (aka Horns)
Rated: Non-Explicit (No sex, it's just a block outline for a fic)
Muse: Bryce Fox - Horns
The lyrics "she's got two little horns and they're getting me a little bit oh-oh-oh-oh" (like 98% sure they wanted that to end as "they're getting me a little bit hard" but decided not to.)
Words:1,396
Universe: MCU!AU?? ('cause I still want Tony to have blue eyes but picking MCU seemed like the quick/easy way to get this fic out)
Pre-Serum, Steve was small and sickly.
His general health always baffled his mother because he was of angelic genetics from her side.
His wings had never growing larger than that of a fledgling. Wings that didn't expand beyond the width of his small shoulders and downy soft feathers covered the naturally incorporeal limbs. The ability to see Steve, or his mother, for what they were was rare so Steve had only been taught the simplest of concealment illusions hid his wings from the world.
[While being angelic, they were still in human bodies and therefore susceptible to human disease if exposed long enough. Steve's mother had known her limit but felt she was needed more in the medical ward than to bow out during the end of her regular shifts. Her kindness ultimately leading to her demise.]
The same drive to do right was strong in Steve as well. But in his weak, and small stature body, he couldn't act on any of his righteous feelings without getting tossed around in a fight.
Because his wings were hidden it had been a great surprise when Erskine touched Steve's back at the base of his wing during his medical exam. The doctor had calmly asked, "Do you try so hard because you feel the need to prove yourself or do you only want to fight?"
Confused by such extreme opposites, Steve told him honestly, "I have nothing to prove, and I don't like hurting people. I only want to help as much as the next fella."
Erskine had calculated as best he could for Steve's angelic blood, but there was still a risk it wouldn't take because of his body's self-preservation. Steve told him if Erskine was willing to take the chance, then Steve would trust him.
[While the Red-Skull been a descendant of an angelic bloodline, he had only wanted to fight and gain more power. That twisted drive was what had led to the Red Skull's horrific transformation. His naturally pristine white wings had morphed into grotesque, frayed ash-grey/red atrocities and he couldn't unfold them from their rest against his back.]
Steve's transformation had worked beyond either of their wildest dreams. He now stood well over 6 feet tall and was now strong enough to overpower any man. What awed Steve the most were his wings had grown to span twice the length of his body. They arched high over his shoulders when he tucked them against his back. Erskine clapped him on the shoulder and reassured him he should never fear to do what is right again.
The War continued. [Several of the soldiers Captain America liberated from various battles claimed he had awe-inspiring wings, but they were marked down as delirious with relief. But in truth when Steve was an emotional mess his grasp on hiding his wings slipped sometimes.]
Then Steve still lost everything when he went down in the ice.
- - -
Tony had always been a too bright child, too smart for his young age, and that's why when his mother told him to “always hide your horns and tail and never speak of them,” he’d listened. Maria had always insisted "just because we have the features of the devil does not make us evil."
His father had never known of their secret, and his mother worked hard to keep it that way.
Tony's mother would often do Tony's hair instead of accepting the frequent offers Howard made to hire someone to do that for her. Maria had taught Tony to part, and slick his hair in ways that best hid his horns.
As Tony's horns had started to grow and curve over the top of his head, his mother had gifted him with a talisman to conceal them from humans and creatures alike. His mother had promised to show him one day how to conceal his horns with his own power, but she had been taken from him before she could teach him.
His kidnappers hadn't seemed surprised to find horns on Tony's head after his talisman had been removed in their initial attempts to force him to do what they demanded. Only after they had used Yinsen as leverage, and Tony had agreed to build them something, did the leader return the talisman. He had given it back with the promise to end Tony after their weapon was built because "such an evil as him didn't deserve to walk the earth." Tony was determined to show just how evil he could be by raining down Hell on his cave prison.
It was only after he was back home and scared deeper than the shrapnel and arc reactor could reach did he announce he wasn't making weapons anymore. Wanting to live up to his mother's belief that they weren't evil because he wasn't so sure they weren't as he woke up to nightmares of Yinsen often.
Obadiah had been a fixture in his life for as long as Tony could remember, and there were many times he had seen Tony in the lab not wearing the talisman.
Tony became comfortable in the knowledge Obadiah wasn't aware enough to see him for what he was. Because of that, Tony was horrified when Obadiah used his horns to hold him down and remove the arc reactor from his chest.
With Obadiah's death that was the last time Tony didn't wear the talisman every moment of every day.
He told the world Iron Man was his bodyguard, but SHEILD had already known the truth about his armor.
- - -
The first time Steve met Mr. Stark he was struck by how familiar the inventor was even though he didn't look, or act, anything like Howard.
Steve knew it wasn't only the subtle attraction he felt that had him unconsciously keeping tabs on Tony as he moved about the room.
There was something about him, but Steve couldn't put his finger on it.
And when Tony had snapped at him, Steve had pulled his wings against his back so tightly the muscles screamed in protest because all he wanted to do was throw Tony against the nearest surface and- and he didn't even know what!
Everything about Tony screamed danger but the larger part of Steve -the part that Steve relied on in battle- told him he could trust the man before him.
[Back and forth of being able to catch glimpses of what the other is under their illusions. Tony thinking he sees something following Steve out of the corner of his eye but there is never anything there. Steve thinking there is something on Tony's head when he looks at him but his eyes only ever focus on Tony's slicked or messy hair.]
It wasn't until much later -after the Avengers were living together in Stark tower and they had taken control of the Avenger's Initiative (telling Fury he could rely on them, but not control them)- did Steve's odds with Tony come to a head.
Steve couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but the sight of Tony turning his back on him pushed him over the edge.
Steve grabbed the back of Tony's shirt -to reel him in like the bratty child he was so fond of acting like- only for Tony to duck out of his hold and snap the worn leather necklace Steve's fingers had caught under his shirt collar.
The sound of the charm hitting the tiled floor was loud as Steve stared at the tense lines of Tony's back. A long, dark, thin tail that ended in a delicate looking spade whipped around the back of Tony's calves like an aggravated cat.
Steve felt recognition flare in his soul as he stared at Tony's back. Instead of the hatred or loathing, Steve unconsciously thought he should have with his angelic blood, there was only need.
Tony slowly turned, a vicious snarl on his lips as he rose his full height.
Steve noticed the twin dark horns curved just above the unruly mess of his hair and felt the sharp pull of arousal race through him.
If possible, Tony was even more attractive like this.
Embolden by the shocked look on Steve's face, Tony gave him a mocking smile, tipping his head down in a manner that Tony knew gave him a better view of his twisted horns. He snarled low and dangerous, "If you think I'm going to fall in line with your boy scout act Rogers, think again."
Steve's groin tightened at the aggressive display, and without thought he covered the space between them in two large steps and grabbed the back of Tony's head, pulling him in for a harsh kiss.
Without missing a beat, Tony returned the kiss with the same vigor, clawing at Steve's shoulders to pull him closer.
The kiss felt like the too hot touch of fire against his lips for an instant before giving way to the warmth of Tony's lips against his.
Steve pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Tony's as he panted. The hard bone of the horns were a light touch against Steve's forehead, and it had him shoving a thigh between Tony's legs so he could press them closer together.
"So that's what this is." Steve breathed against Tony's lips.
"This?" Tony murmured, as his tail coiled around Steve's thigh.
"What's between us," Steve said as he brought a hand up and brushed two fingers along the curve of Tony's horn, "We're opposites."
Tony's grip on his shoulders tightened almost painfully, "We’re what?"
Freeing his wings from their illusion, Steve pulled back from Tony far enough so he could see the feathered limb arch over Steve's shoulder. "Opposites," Steve repeated.
"Angelus." Tony accused.
Latin was a language Steve had never had an issue understanding.
"Daemon," Steve replied pulling him back in for a rough kiss that Tony quickly took control of.
[Queue Steve having a hardcore kink for Tony's horns and being unable to deny him anything when they're alone together.]
end.
I feel like I could get a fic done if I could actually focus on one thing at a time instead of going: this one; oh! this one! ; but wait! THIS one! I was tested for ADHD like a month ago so I know that's not what's happening....
How do other people get all their creative out in a productive manner??
Feel free to chat me up in the comments or in a PM.
Story Idea Name: Angel!Steve x Demon!Tony (aka Horns)
Rated: Non-Explicit (No sex, it's just a block outline for a fic)
Muse: Bryce Fox - Horns
The lyrics "she's got two little horns and they're getting me a little bit oh-oh-oh-oh" (like 98% sure they wanted that to end as "they're getting me a little bit hard" but decided not to.)
Words:1,396
Universe: MCU!AU?? ('cause I still want Tony to have blue eyes but picking MCU seemed like the quick/easy way to get this fic out)
Pre-Serum, Steve was small and sickly.
His general health always baffled his mother because he was of angelic genetics from her side.
His wings had never growing larger than that of a fledgling. Wings that didn't expand beyond the width of his small shoulders and downy soft feathers covered the naturally incorporeal limbs. The ability to see Steve, or his mother, for what they were was rare so Steve had only been taught the simplest of concealment illusions hid his wings from the world.
[While being angelic, they were still in human bodies and therefore susceptible to human disease if exposed long enough. Steve's mother had known her limit but felt she was needed more in the medical ward than to bow out during the end of her regular shifts. Her kindness ultimately leading to her demise.]
The same drive to do right was strong in Steve as well. But in his weak, and small stature body, he couldn't act on any of his righteous feelings without getting tossed around in a fight.
Because his wings were hidden it had been a great surprise when Erskine touched Steve's back at the base of his wing during his medical exam. The doctor had calmly asked, "Do you try so hard because you feel the need to prove yourself or do you only want to fight?"
Confused by such extreme opposites, Steve told him honestly, "I have nothing to prove, and I don't like hurting people. I only want to help as much as the next fella."
Erskine had calculated as best he could for Steve's angelic blood, but there was still a risk it wouldn't take because of his body's self-preservation. Steve told him if Erskine was willing to take the chance, then Steve would trust him.
[While the Red-Skull been a descendant of an angelic bloodline, he had only wanted to fight and gain more power. That twisted drive was what had led to the Red Skull's horrific transformation. His naturally pristine white wings had morphed into grotesque, frayed ash-grey/red atrocities and he couldn't unfold them from their rest against his back.]
Steve's transformation had worked beyond either of their wildest dreams. He now stood well over 6 feet tall and was now strong enough to overpower any man. What awed Steve the most were his wings had grown to span twice the length of his body. They arched high over his shoulders when he tucked them against his back. Erskine clapped him on the shoulder and reassured him he should never fear to do what is right again.
The War continued. [Several of the soldiers Captain America liberated from various battles claimed he had awe-inspiring wings, but they were marked down as delirious with relief. But in truth when Steve was an emotional mess his grasp on hiding his wings slipped sometimes.]
Then Steve still lost everything when he went down in the ice.
- - -
Tony had always been a too bright child, too smart for his young age, and that's why when his mother told him to “always hide your horns and tail and never speak of them,” he’d listened. Maria had always insisted "just because we have the features of the devil does not make us evil."
His father had never known of their secret, and his mother worked hard to keep it that way.
Tony's mother would often do Tony's hair instead of accepting the frequent offers Howard made to hire someone to do that for her. Maria had taught Tony to part, and slick his hair in ways that best hid his horns.
As Tony's horns had started to grow and curve over the top of his head, his mother had gifted him with a talisman to conceal them from humans and creatures alike. His mother had promised to show him one day how to conceal his horns with his own power, but she had been taken from him before she could teach him.
His kidnappers hadn't seemed surprised to find horns on Tony's head after his talisman had been removed in their initial attempts to force him to do what they demanded. Only after they had used Yinsen as leverage, and Tony had agreed to build them something, did the leader return the talisman. He had given it back with the promise to end Tony after their weapon was built because "such an evil as him didn't deserve to walk the earth." Tony was determined to show just how evil he could be by raining down Hell on his cave prison.
It was only after he was back home and scared deeper than the shrapnel and arc reactor could reach did he announce he wasn't making weapons anymore. Wanting to live up to his mother's belief that they weren't evil because he wasn't so sure they weren't as he woke up to nightmares of Yinsen often.
Obadiah had been a fixture in his life for as long as Tony could remember, and there were many times he had seen Tony in the lab not wearing the talisman.
Tony became comfortable in the knowledge Obadiah wasn't aware enough to see him for what he was. Because of that, Tony was horrified when Obadiah used his horns to hold him down and remove the arc reactor from his chest.
With Obadiah's death that was the last time Tony didn't wear the talisman every moment of every day.
He told the world Iron Man was his bodyguard, but SHEILD had already known the truth about his armor.
- - -
The first time Steve met Mr. Stark he was struck by how familiar the inventor was even though he didn't look, or act, anything like Howard.
Steve knew it wasn't only the subtle attraction he felt that had him unconsciously keeping tabs on Tony as he moved about the room.
There was something about him, but Steve couldn't put his finger on it.
And when Tony had snapped at him, Steve had pulled his wings against his back so tightly the muscles screamed in protest because all he wanted to do was throw Tony against the nearest surface and- and he didn't even know what!
Everything about Tony screamed danger but the larger part of Steve -the part that Steve relied on in battle- told him he could trust the man before him.
[Back and forth of being able to catch glimpses of what the other is under their illusions. Tony thinking he sees something following Steve out of the corner of his eye but there is never anything there. Steve thinking there is something on Tony's head when he looks at him but his eyes only ever focus on Tony's slicked or messy hair.]
It wasn't until much later -after the Avengers were living together in Stark tower and they had taken control of the Avenger's Initiative (telling Fury he could rely on them, but not control them)- did Steve's odds with Tony come to a head.
Steve couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but the sight of Tony turning his back on him pushed him over the edge.
Steve grabbed the back of Tony's shirt -to reel him in like the bratty child he was so fond of acting like- only for Tony to duck out of his hold and snap the worn leather necklace Steve's fingers had caught under his shirt collar.
The sound of the charm hitting the tiled floor was loud as Steve stared at the tense lines of Tony's back. A long, dark, thin tail that ended in a delicate looking spade whipped around the back of Tony's calves like an aggravated cat.
Steve felt recognition flare in his soul as he stared at Tony's back. Instead of the hatred or loathing, Steve unconsciously thought he should have with his angelic blood, there was only need.
Tony slowly turned, a vicious snarl on his lips as he rose his full height.
Steve noticed the twin dark horns curved just above the unruly mess of his hair and felt the sharp pull of arousal race through him.
If possible, Tony was even more attractive like this.
Embolden by the shocked look on Steve's face, Tony gave him a mocking smile, tipping his head down in a manner that Tony knew gave him a better view of his twisted horns. He snarled low and dangerous, "If you think I'm going to fall in line with your boy scout act Rogers, think again."
Steve's groin tightened at the aggressive display, and without thought he covered the space between them in two large steps and grabbed the back of Tony's head, pulling him in for a harsh kiss.
Without missing a beat, Tony returned the kiss with the same vigor, clawing at Steve's shoulders to pull him closer.
The kiss felt like the too hot touch of fire against his lips for an instant before giving way to the warmth of Tony's lips against his.
Steve pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Tony's as he panted. The hard bone of the horns were a light touch against Steve's forehead, and it had him shoving a thigh between Tony's legs so he could press them closer together.
"So that's what this is." Steve breathed against Tony's lips.
"This?" Tony murmured, as his tail coiled around Steve's thigh.
"What's between us," Steve said as he brought a hand up and brushed two fingers along the curve of Tony's horn, "We're opposites."
Tony's grip on his shoulders tightened almost painfully, "We’re what?"
Freeing his wings from their illusion, Steve pulled back from Tony far enough so he could see the feathered limb arch over Steve's shoulder. "Opposites," Steve repeated.
"Angelus." Tony accused.
Latin was a language Steve had never had an issue understanding.
"Daemon," Steve replied pulling him back in for a rough kiss that Tony quickly took control of.
[Queue Steve having a hardcore kink for Tony's horns and being unable to deny him anything when they're alone together.]
end.
I feel like I could get a fic done if I could actually focus on one thing at a time instead of going: this one; oh! this one! ; but wait! THIS one! I was tested for ADHD like a month ago so I know that's not what's happening....
How do other people get all their creative out in a productive manner??
Feel free to chat me up in the comments or in a PM.