cazdraws:

It’s from one of these naps that he wakes up to a field of fire, of reds and oranges and yellows and pinks. He gapes, because he didn’t—he didn’t make these flowers. They’re lovely. They’re beautiful. He looks up as Steve approaches, choked up.

“I had to thank you for your gifts somehow,” Steve whispers, presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Thank you, Tony.” (insp.)

A doodle for an absolutely marvelous fic by @reioka that I saw on my dash and gave me ALL THE UNEXPECTED FEELS??? Such gorgeous writing and an amazing use of seasons as a theme ;_____;  It’s honestly such a perfect read for the autumn. I MELTED FROM READING THE FIC, IT IS AMAZING SO Y’ALL SHOULD READ IT.