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fic: Metal Lingers On My Lips
Jan. 24th, 2021 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gotthesilverTitle: Metal Lingers On My Lips
Universe: MCU AU
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7224
Author's Notes: based on a post about someone reacting to their tattoo artist calling them a good girl. modern au where steve is a tattoo artist and tony is still tony. also a fill for h/c bingo, square: scars.
Summary:
“Yeah, right, okay.” Tony pauses for a second before he strips his shirt off and stands there trying to quell his anxiety at the thought of someone seeing the mess of scars around the arc reactor. The arc reactor, he—well, it is what it is, and the only reason he tends to hide it is because he knows there’s too many people who would want to take it. But the scars are different. No one’s seen them, except Obie, and the less Tony thinks about that, the better. Tony knows they’re ugly, there’s no getting away from the gnarled marks curling out from the arc reactor across his chest, and he hates how vulnerable they make him feel.
Steve hasn’t said a word since Tony took his shirt off, his head tilted as he looks at Tony’s skin, and the longer the silence goes on, the more Tony wants to pull his shirt back on and leave.
“I can work with that,” Steve says finally. “It’s not a problem.”
on ao3
Universe: MCU AU
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7224
Author's Notes: based on a post about someone reacting to their tattoo artist calling them a good girl. modern au where steve is a tattoo artist and tony is still tony. also a fill for h/c bingo, square: scars.
Summary:
“Yeah, right, okay.” Tony pauses for a second before he strips his shirt off and stands there trying to quell his anxiety at the thought of someone seeing the mess of scars around the arc reactor. The arc reactor, he—well, it is what it is, and the only reason he tends to hide it is because he knows there’s too many people who would want to take it. But the scars are different. No one’s seen them, except Obie, and the less Tony thinks about that, the better. Tony knows they’re ugly, there’s no getting away from the gnarled marks curling out from the arc reactor across his chest, and he hates how vulnerable they make him feel.
Steve hasn’t said a word since Tony took his shirt off, his head tilted as he looks at Tony’s skin, and the longer the silence goes on, the more Tony wants to pull his shirt back on and leave.
“I can work with that,” Steve says finally. “It’s not a problem.”
on ao3
