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Royalty Stony AUs
A King for Christmas by iam93percentstardust
Summary: In 1867, Tony Stark flees New York after refusing to marry the alpha his parents chose for him. His money runs out in the small kingdom of Dacia, ruled over by King Steven of the Rogers line. Somehow, and he’s not entirely sure how, he ends up accepting the position of nanny to the king’s four children: Harley, Peter, Sarah, and Morgan.
Tony bonds with the children easily but their father is harder to get to know. Steve is still grieving his wife’s death four years earlier. His continued mourning has turned the once bright halls into dark and somber shadows of their former glory. Tony isn’t entirely certain what he can do but he knows that he has to do something or else the whole country, so attuned to their leader, will sink into despair. He begins by reconciling the king with his young children.
Meanwhile, the children have decided that it’s high time their father fall in love again—and Tony is the obvious choice. They concoct elaborate plans to force the two together, hardly realizing that Steve and Tony are falling in love, not through their shenanigans but through the quiet moments they share bonding over the love they have for the children.
A Higher Form of War by sabremc
Summary: Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.
Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don't read (ahem) but with far more gay.
rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar
Summary: "You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"
"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."
Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.
Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"
Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.
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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.
Keyword: try
Fealty by Lasenby_Heathcote and Robin_tCJ
Summary: Steve Rogers is Lord of America, and was gifted his corner of the kingdom of Starkland after amazing acts of heroism in the war against Hydra. A long, brutal winter forces Steve to go to King Howard for aid, and Howard agrees – under the condition that Steve bond with his Omega son, Tony. Steve agrees, of course, for the good of his people. Prince Tony is a trained Omega Consort – an Omega of status sent to a prestigious academy to become the perfect Consort Mate to high-status Alphas throughout the kingdom. At this academy they learn diplomacy, negotiation, proper manners, and, of course, the various ways to pleasure their Alphas.
I will wait by Shellhead616
Summary: Prince Stark was to marry a Prince he never met, for money he never wanted, to reign over a realm his father didn’t care for. But the Prince did care for his people. So he ran away, accidentally joined a group of misfits calling themselves the “Avengers”, with their fierce leader “The Captain". Although, when he discovers the secret the Captain has been keeping, everything changes.
one day by mvrcredi
Summary: One day.
One day Prince Steven would be king.
One day he would have all the qualities to be an even better king than his father.
And maybe, one day, Tony would be his husband.
(But maybe, before that one day, Steven should reveal his secret to the man.)
My Loyalty to You by Hazein, Shi_Toyu
Summary: The Israelite nation has gone to war, Howard is acting erratic, and it’s everything Tony can do to argue with the war council to find the most advantageous strategies for their men. Then Thanos strides out of the enemy ranks and issues a challenge unlike any Tony has ever heard. If an Israelite can defeat him in one-on-one combat, their entire army will surrender. Too bad Thanos is twice the size of any man they have. Enter Steve Rogers, local sheppard and the king’s newest harp player, who claims he can fell this giant with nothing but a sling and a stone.
Whether he can manage it or not, Tony is just trying to figure out how you get to looking like that by tending sheep...
Arranged by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Summary: Royalty AU-- Howard arranges a match between Tony and Steve, but when Tony tries to run away with Tiberius instead, Steve goes after his betrothed and brings him home. Things are difficult between the couple at first, but an impulsive kiss leads to softer moments, and finally the arranged pair find happiness together.
Knight of Wands by Sineala
Summary: Steve has reigned as king for ten years, and in a few days peace will finally come to his kingdom. Representatives of the Kree Empire are soon to arrive for the negotiations that will end the war between them once and for all. Steve is looking forward to settling down, with his hand-picked Avengers at his side -- led, of course, by the masked knight Iron Man -- and also his trusted advisors, the most beloved of whom is Tony, his court magician, the most powerful mage in all the land.
But when Steve's life is endangered, Tony makes the greatest sacrifice of all to protect his king, a sacrifice far greater than his life. And when Tony disappears under mysterious circumstances, Steve learns that even his closest friends keep secrets that he could never have suspected.
Chasing Daydreams by comecatchmeifyoucan
Summary: “Promise you’ll be there?” He mumbled into Steve’s chest.
“Of course.”
“Good.” Tony separated from Steve but his hand was still gently gripping the blond’s wrist. “Because the party only starts when I arrive, and I’m obviously not going if you won’t be there.”
Steve felt the brunet’s hand slip down to graze his, and he let it linger there for a second before it was suddenly pulled away from him. He could only hope that he had hidden his disappointment well.
Fortunately, Tony didn’t seem to notice Steve’s abrupt drop in mood.
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After years of pining for the brunet, Steve was finally going to get his chance to confess his feelings for Tony. If only he could find him in the crowd of masked-people first...
Luckily, when his hopeless crush is nowhere to be found, Steve meets a beautiful stranger to keep him company throughout the night.
heavy is the crown by theappleppielifestyle
Summary: “Why did you pick me? As a match. Howard forced you to marry, but you had - there were other options. Many of them.”
“Maybe I wanted to help you,” Tony says. “To help - anyone, for once. Your people needed it.”
Oh, Steve thinks dully. So it wasn’t about him at all. It’s - a comfort, in some ways. In others, it’s… less so.
“And-” Tony hesitates. "Everyone said you were kind. I thought… if I had to marry, I’d prefer to marry someone kind.”
(Or, Arranged Marriage AU.)
WIP:
The Crown- the stony au nobody asked for by Jo_StClaire
Summary: Tony is the sole Omega prince of Angsold, who falls in love with the Alpha Army Captain of a neighboring nation. When his father, King Howard, suddenly falls ill and passes, Tony's life is thrown out of wack when he becomes a reigning monarch at 25. Follow Tony through the struggles of being a newly-wedded Omega as well as a leader of a nation. He must learn to balance his love for his people with his love for his husband Steve. (Loosely Based off of the Netflix series The Crown)
No More, No Less by ABrighterDarkness
Summary: His father had been discussing it again, amongst his advisers. He was barely eighteen , what did he need of a wife at eighteen? Frankly, he was already tired of hearing about it. Tired of meeting the daughters of the various men that were deemed important enough. None of them had caught his attention in the least and he suspected that they never would. Not when his daydreams already consisted of intelligent brown eyes, rich brown curls and a wickedly charming grin.
Protea by Anonymous
Summary: After witnessing the injustice done onto his parents, Steve Rogers sneaks into the Ferrite Royal Palace to try and find answers. Fate decides to saddle him with solving shady scandals while unknowingly becoming involved with the nation’s omegan king, Anthony.
And deal with all the baggage and drama that comes along with it.
Or…
A Concubine!Steve AU
they're both princes in this one by vapaad
Summary: Steve Rogers is the first son of the United States The entire nation sees him as America’s golden boy. Handsome, smart, charming, and overall perfection– Steve is an icon to the youths of America. But Steve, well he has one little issue. He thinks Prince Anthony, yes the british prince, is a big jerk. Arrogant and an overall asshole.
So when an encounter between the two results in chaos, Steve and Anthony “call me Tony” are thrusted into a PR stint of being best friends. But soon enough, they both come to the realization that they want more, and there, bloomed a secret relationship between the first son of the united states, and the prince of England.
tell me i'm your national anthem by oopshidaisy for chasingconstellations
Summary: Red, White & Royal Blue AU. Tony Stark is the unwilling First Son of the United States, whose rivalry with beloved Prince Steve threatens UK/US relations. After an international incident involving a wedding cake, Steve and Tony are forced to fake a friendship for the public eye - a fake friendship that evolves into something real, and dangerous.
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The Magical Night
fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), mentions of Bruclintasha (Bruce x Clint x Natasha) and Thor x Jane
universe: unspecified high school AU
summary: Tony and Steve had dated all the way through high school and the rest of their classmates have certain expectations towards them.
length: 1 741
warnings: just teenagers at the prom + spiked punch + mentions of first-time sex but not explicit
a/n: inspired by this prompt! I found it suitable for a prom night!AU. hope you like it! comments, likes, reblogs are needed and appreciated!
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The Magical Night
"So, tonight is the magical night?"
Steve's hand froze in mid air, holding a glass ladle, with some pink, alcohol-free punch in it. He looked Natasha, all pretty and unusually dolled up, in a tight black dress going down to her ankles and a red boa around her, matching her ruby red lips and red locks. She was sending Steve an intense look framed in a perfect cat eye.
"Can I offer you any punch?" he danced around the topic, getting a clean glass and pouring it for the girl.
"Don't change the topic, Cap," Natasha chided, using the nickname that stuck to Steve through whole high school. Ah, the curse of being a captain in the football team. "Are you and your little nerd planning anything special today?"
Seeing that Natasha rejected his offer, he took a sip of the punch, tasting something fruity and sweet, and of course, a little bit of alcohol, someone had to pour in when no one from the teachers was looking. His bet was on Loki.
"I don't think Tony would appreciate you calling him like that," Steve smiled, thinking about his 'little nerd'. Tony was witty and smart and sarcastic, and did sometimes geek out about things Steve had no clue, like that old movie in space with the little green dude, that got a remake or a new part or something, Steve didn't know, but went to see it anyway with him, because his boyfriend had been really excited. Tony was on the top of his class, easily passing each subject with highest scores, but was also athletic, not Steve kind of athletic that is, and was funny and sweet and thoughtful. He was a whole package.
"Stop it, you're freaking me out," Natasha hissed, cringing at the dreamy look Steve's eye got whenever he thought about his boyfriend.
"Sorry," Steve quickly apologized with a laugh, not meaning it. Was it a crime to be in love?
Natasha shook her head dramatically. "No wonder you both got signed as 'the first couple to get married' in the yearbook."
Steve laughed again, remembering his and Tony's photo, altered in a graphics program, where Steve had a giant top hat and bow tie, while Tony was holding a bouquet of wildflowers and had a veil in his hair. Both had a good laugh because of it, well, maybe Steve a bit more than Tony.
"Stop laughing," Natasha crossed her arms and sent the blond a critical look. "You know that what is written in a yearbook, most likely will come true. It is like a prophecy."
"Oh, really?" Steve smiled, teasing his friend. "I don't see Thor becoming a president, or Clint joining the circus."
Natasha raised her eyebrow. That wasn't exactly true. Thor's caption was 'the next world leader' while Clint's said 'class clown'. With a calm face, she pointed into the crowd of student, where Clint was twirling between people, tie off and around his head like a bandana, and to the middle of the dance floor, where Thor and Jane were swaying with each other, crowns on their head, easily winning the title of the Queen and King of the ball.
"I rest my case," Natasha concluded, all those things close enough to year book's prophecy in her opinion.
Steve blew a raspberry with his mouth. "That doesn't prove anything."
"Maybe not, but that reservation you made in the Asgard Royal does."
Steve spluttered punch everywhere. He ignored Natasha's angry look as she has to step back to avoid drops of the pink falling on her. "How do you know that?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He didn't tell anyone. Except Tony.
Natasha smiled mysteriously. "I have my sources."
Steve sighed. Tony and his big mouth… Of course, he had to brag to Natasha.
"Your lady is coming."
"My what--" Steve didn't finish, as Natasha turned around and walked away gracefully, her black dress sweeping gently behind her, while a hand slid under his arm and rested on the shoulder.
"Hi, handsome. What is taking you so long with the punch?" someone asked, pressing close to his back.
Steve smiled, noticing the corsage with white roses and blue ribbons, matching his tie, he had bought for Tony and Tony had absolutely no problems with wearing it, because he was adorably quirky like that.
"Sorry. Got in a talk with Nat," Steve explained, turning his face to place a delicate kiss on the top of the hand resting on his shoulder.
"And she kept her boys waiting?" Tony asked, looking into the crowd, where Natasha was dancing together with Tony's lab partner, Bruce, and Clint. In contrary to the rest, Natasha was wearing two corsages, indicating her special bond with both men.
"You're gonna pour me that punch or not?" Tony reminded in a whisper. After all, it was a reason, Steve had left him earlier.
"Ah," Steve gasped softly, "maybe not. Better drink some water, someone spiked the punch."
Tony grinned, slipping away from Steve. "Gimme," he demanded greedily, pouring himself a cup and drinking it whole, even without blinking.
Steve took his cup away, "no more, Tony," he asked. He needed Tony sober for what they had planned later today.
"Then keep me busy, handsome," he whispered, eyes sparkling teasingly.
Steve pressed Tony close to himself, looking him deep in the eyes. He had a perfect way to keep him busy. They both walked back to the dance floor and enjoyed their last moments as high school teenagers.
The prom was ending, and Steve could swear that he kept a close eye on Tony and strayed him off the spiked punch. Yet, when the prom was coming to an end, he still ended with a tipsy, giggling brunet hung on his shoulder.
"You are irritatingly annoying," Steve commented, walking with Tony out of the taxi, that had parked just in front of their hotel. The whole ride, Tony was blabbing and giggling and trying to smooch Steve's neck. "I told you to stay sober."
"Don't be a wet blanket," Tony continued to giggle, letting Steve guide him to the room. One elevator ride up, he and Tony walked into their shared room. Tony straight away walked to the small table where a bottle of sparkling water and two glasses was left for them and poured himself a glass and gulped it down, ignoring the bowl with fresh fruits, ripe and perfect. Steve looked around the room. White furniture, gold drapes, a carpet so soft and fluffy he could sleep on it. So this is how luxury looked. Steve opted for the Wakanda Palace, a hotel equally luxurious but without the splendor, full of dark, warm, sturdy wood and leather couches and woven chairs. Just seemed that their current location matched his boyfriend more.
"Ah, so tired," Tony yawned, falling back first on the bed and spreading himself on the, of course, silk sheets. He smiled dreamily and caressed the cool material with his palms. "Come here," he said, beckoning Steve over. With a twitchy smile, Steve came closer and straddled his boyfriend, moving his hips invitingly during the slow movement. Tony was looking back at him, single strands of hair escaping from the meticulously combed to the back hairstyle. Flushed lips, eyes wide open and sparkling, seeing only Steve. Needing only Steve.
A kiss, tasting fruity and sweet, just like the spiked punch. Steve couldn't get enough of those soft lips.
"You know, everyone is expecting that we will do it tonight," Steve said, leaning more on his boyfriend and pressing kisses to the jawline.
"Oh? They don't want us to wait for our wedding?" Tony giggled, remembering their photo in the yearbook.
Steve shrugged, kissing and nipping at Tony's neck, making him giggle and twitch. "Think they would be disappointed with knowing that we already did it?" Steve asked. They started dating during freshman year and kept steady during whole high school, quickly being announced as high school sweethearts. They loved each other and both were ready, and prom wasn't as magical as everyone thought, so why wait until then?
"Let's not tell them," Tony kept smiling, letting Steve unbutton his shirt and tug it away, leaving him bare-chested. "They can think that today is our first time."
"I am really grateful this isn't our first time," Steve chuckled. He was fond of that memory, but the way to get there was long and complicated. "Wherever I had touched you, you burst into laughter."
"Heeey," Tony whined slightly, not needing to be reminded of that. He giggled and slapped Steve's hand away, when blond's touch lingered on his waist, fingers wriggling on the skin above the belt.
"See? It was like this," Steve smiled at his boyfriend. Steve had fairly quickly discovered his boyfriend's ticklishness but didn't expect it to get in way of their intimate moments. From being irritated at first, Steve learned to enjoy his discovery, finding some pluses in it.
"Just this time," Steve said in a low voice, holding Tony's hands crossed on his chest, "I know to not stop no matter how much you scream and beg," he said, untying the delicate ribbon on Tony's wrist and taking off the corsage. He took the small bouquet in his free hand and touched Tony's nose with it, guiding the petals all the way down, touching the dark lips, down the neck, tracing the chest and stopping at the belly. He moved the flowers delicately, letting the petals brush his boyfriend's tummy, doing some small circles around the belly button and caressing the protruding outie Steve would later kiss until his and Tony's breath would be gone. Tony was already giggling and squirming, right away asking for a break, not really meaning it, knowing he won't be given a one. Steve already knew which spots to avoid on his boyfriend's body to not cause him to collapse into a ticklish heap. He also as quickly discovered which spots to touch and how to make Tony giggle and cause his head to spin in delight. This was their plan for the evening. Touching and kissing and laughing going hand in hand with love and arousal and teasing.
There was no rush, just a whole night ahead of them, then a shared college, and shared rest of their lives. Steve and Tony already had a good plan how they wanted to spend all of it.
#stony#stevetony#superhusbands#au#highschool!au#prom night#tony stark#steve rogers#tony stark is ticklish#tickling#tickle fic#a bit#near the end#still counts in my book!#fanfic#i am rushing to post this before work ends#sorry for mistakes#fanfiction
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Nostalgic In New York Part 2
MASTERLIST
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Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: A break-up
Word count: 1.981
Summary: On Christmas Eve Steve’s son Joey convinces him to share his story on a radio show. While driving to Bucky’s home, Y/N listens to Steve’s story and it awakens something inside of her. Is she sure about her relationship with Bucky? Or is there something missing?
A/N: Inspired by “Sleepless in Seattle” and written for @sgtbxckybxrnes
Series masterlist can be found here
“Dad! Dad! Daaaaaaaaaaaad!,” Joey screams in a sing-song voice as he jumps down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. “Another letter! This time from someone in New York, so you won’t have to worry about distance or anything! Her name is Y/N and she’s really sweet! You should read it now, Dad!”
“Joey!,” Steve chastises his son, “Please be careful!”
Joey runs towards his father and holds out his arms so Steve can hoist him up and put him on top of the kitchen counter. Steve’s preparing dinner for three, but Joey doesn’t know it yet. “P-p-p-plllllleeeeaaaaaaassssssse,” the little boy whines as he tugs on his father’s sleeve.
Steve sighs and takes the letter from him, skimming the words quickly before dismissing the letter and putting it aside, resuming to cutting his legumes under the disappointed yet watchful eyes of his son. “You’re interested, I can see it in your eyes, Dad.”
“She’s asking to meet us on Valentine’s day on top of the Empire State, Joey,” Steve responds casually, looking from the corner of his eye to where his son’s face falls in disappointment as soon as he realises what Steve means. “You’re forgetting we’re leaving the next day.”
Just as Joey wants to protest, Steve puts down his knife and holds up his finger to silence his stubborn boy. “And I don’t need a girlfriend, Joey. I’ve already got Nat.”
Joey’s nose scrunches up in dismay. “The redhead that laughs like a hyena? No thank you.”
Sighing exasperatingly at Joey’s antics, Steve crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay, Joey, I get that you’re a little…” Steve wets his bottom lip as he searches for the right word. “Reluctant…”
The blond nods again when his son shakes his head and looks the boy straight in the eye. “To accept Nat, especially since Peggy was such a great mother. But Mom isn’t here anymore, son. And just because I’m seeing Nat now, doesn’t mean I’m forgetting about Peggy.”
The doorbell rings and Steve’s sadness ebbs away, transforming into happiness and excitement as he rushes to smooth over his plaid shirt and walks towards the door.
Joey is anything but pleased by this sudden metamorphosis and slides off the counter, shuffling towards the stairs and going back up to his room. He doesn’t like Nat at all, but he understands why his Dad might. She was one of his clients, just like Peggy. She’s a woman that knows her value, just like Peggy. The only obstacle? She isn’t Peggy.
“Bucky, I gotta tell you something.”
The view on the Empire State Building is breath-taking, all the red and pink lights in the shape of a heart doting a royal Valentine feeling over the city that never sleeps. If only Bucky hadn’t chosen this restaurant to celebrate your engagement, the brick in your stomach heavier with every single second you spend watching the skyscraper across the street.
The brunet squeezes your hand and smiles warmly. “Let me guess, it’s not high enough for you?”
A giggly laugh escapes you and for a moment, as you look into his icy baby blues, you don’t think you can break up with him. But then you look out of the window and are reminded why you can’t go on like this anymore.
“It’s not that, Buck,” you hum gently, softly running your thumb over the tender skin of his hand. “Listen, when I first met you, almost ten years ago, and somebody would’ve told me this is how it would all turn out… I wouldn’t have believed them.”
Bucky gives you his signature lopsided grin. “Well, same goes for me, doll. I can’t believe…”
You know he’s going to give you an all lovey-dovey speech, full of adoration and affection, and you have to stop him right there or you’ll miss your chance forever. “Bucky, please let me finish.”
He’s surprised by your sudden change in mood, your eyes a little more distant than you’d like to admit. This is it, you’re breaking up with Bucky so you could be with a man you’ve never met. But what if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew, is the only someone for you?
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” you whisper in a trembling voice. “I mean, I’ve loved you for five long years, and I loved you unconditionally. Then we broke up and I thought I’d moved on, but when I saw you again in that coffee shop,…”
You release a heavy sigh, exhaling softly as you look outside the window, the view giving you enough strength to continue. “I realised I wasn’t over you just yet. Bucky…” You release another shuddering sigh, your lips curling downwards in a sad smile.
“We’ve been back together for a little less than one year, and even though those old feelings never faded, it’s not the same. I really like you, Buck, but I don’t love you anymore.”
“I know, Y/N, I know…,” Bucky admits softly, much to your surprise. You’re shocked, dumbfounded, absolutely speechless and as you’re trying to figure out where your mind is at, Bucky continues to grace you with his side of the story. “I thought I’d cleaned the slate. I thought I could start over and make up for the all my wrongs, because God damn, Y/N, I did you wrong.”
“Bucky, babe,” you cut him off with a loving half-smile, “How long have you known?”
“About the letter? A month…,” Bucky admits quietly, averting his eyes from your stunned gaze.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess I wasn’t ready to lose you just yet. God, I did you wrong so many times. I did you wrong by asking you to leave your career for my dream of a marriage with kids and a white picket fence while I knew damn well we could have both if only I didn’t push you. I did you wrong when I asked you to marry me a couple weeks ago, knowing damn well I’m not the right guy for you. But you’re so familiar and I guess I loved you for it more than I should’ve.”
“I guess we’ve both been fooling ourselves,” you chuckle dryly, coaxing Bucky into looking back at you. His smile is a little less gracious than before, but at least you’re both being honest now.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?,” Bucky reminds you with a wink, letting go of your hand and asking the waiter for the check. “Better hurry up, sweetheart, or you’re gonna miss your date with Nostalgic in New York.”
“I don’t deserve you, Buck,” you laugh softly, grabbing your purse and squeezing his hand one last time before getting up.
“And I don’t deserve you either, Y/N.”
“The deck of the Empire State is closed, ma’am.”
“Please, I’m meeting someone very important up there. I got stuck and didn’t make it in time, but I hope he’s still there,” you beg the man to let you into the elevator anyway. The older man is a little wary at first, but eventually nods his head and shows you the way to the elevators.
“Here we are, ma’am.”
The doors to the elevator slide open and you ask the woman if you can take a quick peek anyway, even though she says its completely deserted and has been for the past fifteen minutes. Yet the woman is right, there’s nobody at the deck. Nevertheless, you go around a second time, your eyes frantically scanning your surroundings for a sign of Steve and his son, Joey.
Nearly 3 weeks after you’ve sent your letter to Joey and his Dad, you got a handwritten reply from the little boy, informing you that he’d like to take you up on your request. And so the date had been settled.
There’s a yellow and red backpack stuffed away in one of the corners to the deck. It must’ve escaped your attention the first time because you were too focused on searching for Joey and Steve. You pick it up and as soon as you do, there’s a child’s voice calling out your name.
“Y/N! Are you Y/N?”
Turning around, the backpack still in your hand, your gaze settles on a young boy with dark brown hair and a tall, blonde man. “Joey?,” you ask the little boy as he runs into your arms, taking the backpack from you. “And Steve?,” you query carefully when the man approaches you tentatively, trying to calm down his son.
“You came!” Joey jumps up and down and gives you another hug. “I’m so glad you came!”
“Hi, I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. But I think you might now me as Nostalgic in New York,” the blond introduces himself, extending his hand for you to shake.
“Hi Steve, I’m Y/N. And I’m so terribly sorry, I know I’m so very late but there were some loose ends I still had to tie up.” You give him a soft smile, noticing how the silver in his cerulean eyes shines like the sun reflecting on the surface of the sea. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up.”
Steve scratches the back of his head. “Well, to be completely honest with you, I wasn’t going to.”
Your face turns pale as soon as he utters his confession, but Joey chimes in immediately to correct his father. “Dad was scared you wouldn’t show up either!”
“Our flight to Seattle is in,” Steve looks down on his watch and grimaces, “A little over eight hours. I wanted to take Joey to say goodbye to a friend first before heading to the airport. But the little peanut here ran away and I had no other choice but to follow him here.”
“Well, I won’t keep you for much longer then,” you reply as you cast your eyes downwards, your feet getting ready to leave instantly. How could you have been so stupid?
“No, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Steve corrects himself quickly, realising his mistake. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Dad is afraid of falling in love again. He wants to do it the old-fashioned way, you know, meet a woman on the street, get her phone number, call her up and ask her out and such,” Joey aids his father with a chipper voice, “So that’s what he did. She was trying to be nice but she wasn’t, not really anyway.”
“Joey.” Steve tugs at his son’s hand. “I think that’s more than enough information. We don’t wanna scare Y/N away, don’t we now?”
“But I guess what my Dad is trying to say is that he wanted to come but had to break up with his girlfriend first. He can’t ask you out if he isn’t single, now can he?”
“Y/N…” Steve is evidently mortified by his son’s words and casts a hand through his ruffled blond hair.
“No, it’s okay,” you smile up at him, “I understand.” Steve’s shoulders release all the tension he’s been building up ever since he first laid eyes on you. “And I’d love to go out on a date with you.”
A boyish grin lights up his handsome features as he takes your hand in his. “Let’s get out of here then, so I can treat you to a proper Valentine.”
The moment your fingers intertwine, you feel like all the wrongs Bucky talked about earlier, have turned into rights. If you hadn’t broken up with Bucky, you would’ve never have gone to Chicago. If you hadn’t gone to Chicago, you would’ve never have received that business offer back here in New York. And it weren’t for your job, you would’ve never have reunited with Bucky, never have heard Steve on the radio, never have written that letter,…
And you would’ve never have met the love of your life on top of the Empire State Building.
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Tale as Old as Time; chapter three
fandom: hetalia
pairing(s): america/japan + germany/italy + england/france
rating: T
warnings: none thus far!
read it on AO3!
“This is stupid.” The scruffy blonde adjusted his collar for the fortieth time that evening, a frown on his face.
The boy across from him paid him little mind, ocean blue eyes glued to the window of the coach. He was well aware at this point of how to deal with an irritated Arthur Kirkland— which was to give his snappy attitude as little attention as possible. “How do you figure?”
Arthur huffed, reaching into the inner pocket of his navy coat to pull out his pocket watch. Nearly ten minutes late. He snapped it shut and stuffed it back into its place, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly. “This evening is pointless. We have no business with the Hearts kingdom, nor with any other kingdom. And a masquerade? Who do they think they are to demand we parade around in masks for an entire evening? This is childish and a waste of time.”
“The only childish thing here is sitting right across from me,” The sandy haired king murmured, eliciting a chuckle from the shorter boy next to him. He covered his smile with the sleeve of his cobalt pien fu while Alfred grinned towards the queen.
“Alfred is right. You are being dramatic.” He said once his amusement subsided. “That is no way for a queen to behave.”
“You do not want to be here anymore than I do, Yao. Were it not for Alfred accepting the invitation, we could have stayed put in our palace—”
“We haven’t been to an actual ball since we were children! You are just afraid of running into Francis again.” Alfred interjected, tearing his eyes away from the scenery outside to give a pointed look towards Arthur, who immediately clammed up at the mention of the king of Diamonds. “Are you worried he won’t remember you? I doubt anyone could forget those eyebrows.”
Yao smiled behind his sleeve again. Arthur looked ready to throw Alfred out of the coach— which, upon a mutual realization, had stopped. They had arrived.
The king turned his attention back to the window, as did the queen and jack. There were several more carriages before them, circling the fountain in the middle of the front courtyard. A grand staircase led to the doors of the magnificent, where several other guests had begun ascending towards. Two towers sat on both sides of the palace, illuminated by the high moon and stars hanging in the sky. It was just as Alfred remembered it.
“It has not changed,” Yao muttered. “I am not surprised.”
Alfred’s eyes followed the beautifully dressed guests as they exited their coaches, dresses and long coats trailing behind them as the open doors welcomed them into the home of the Hearts. “I think it looks wonderful.”
Their grumpy queen didn’t offer any praise or criticism. Only a quirk of his eyebrow as his heart hammered away behind his chest.
The trio eventually reached the doors, and their footman hopped down from the back of the coach to open their door. Alfred was the first to step down, immediately breathing in the sweet, soft scent of roses and cherries. He turned towards the coach with a hand extended to help his queen down, but his eyes kept darting from the palace doors to the architecture of the building to the several flowers surrounding them outside.
His excitement and fascination were near embarrassing to the queen. Arthur took careful steps out of the coach, polished boots crunching against the ground beneath them. “Stop gaping. People will think we’re commoners.”
Yao accepted Alfred’s hand after Arthur, but said nothing towards his eagerness. Instead, he asked the blonde, “Have you the invitation? And do not forget your mask. I believe it is required to be let in.”
“Oh, that’s right.” The taller of the three fished the envelope from one of his coat pockets, along with his mask. It was a rather dramatic thing— modeled after a lion’s mane. Instead of actual fur, however, it was adorned with gold tendrils curving outwards slightly, with slivers of silver and white outlining the eyes and snout.
He handed the invitation to the jack, waving as his coachmen began to take off. Yao’s mask was modeled after that of a snowy owl, porcelain feathers lining the top and bottom of the mask with edges dipped in shimmery gold. A small, black beak sat just between the wide eyes.
And finally, Arthur’s mask— seeing as the boy was convinced this entire ordeal was for children, he went with a simple yet elegant design: a curved thing the color of eggshells, concealing the left half of his face from others. It defined his high cheekbones, as it also resembled that of a skull. Alfred thought it was rather plain compared to his and Yao’s selections.
Nonetheless, the Spades began their way towards the open doors, the light from inside the building becoming brighter and brighter with each step. Their invitation was accepted, as well as their choice in masks, and they found themselves escorted down a grand hall adorned with a deep maroon rug and several vases of flowers. The walls were high, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling which brought attention to the shimmering crystals twinkling against the light.
As they turned a corner, another set of doors stood before them, leading directly to the ballroom. Alfred couldn’t help but smile, anxiously smoothing out the wrinkles in his vest as Arthur attempted to control his unkempt mess of hair once more. Yao rolled his eyes, moving to stand in between the two to grab both of their hands, giving a quick squeeze.
“You both look fine,” He said, before thinking better of it. “We look fine. If you manage to embarrass yourselves, I will keep the Spades name graceful.”
The queen smiled, grateful for Yao making light of the situation. “Do not worry, I intend to be the most graceful guest here. It is Alfred that I’m concerned about.”
“I am perfectly capable of being graceful on my own, mind both of you,” Alfred protested, turning to face the doors ahead of them once more with jittery hands. Despite his nerves, he kept a grin on his face. “We shall see who is the most charming by the end of the night.”
The heavy doors were pulled open, and the name of their kingdom, along with their names, were announced before the crowd below them. Pairs of eyes were suddenly on them, and Alfred could practically reach out and feel the energy buzzing in the room. It was near electrifying.
Music fit for waltzing filled the air, beckoning couples onto the wide dance floor next to the live instrumental section. Everyone was masked and dressed quite magnificently — gorgeous, flowing gowns brushed the marble floors, crisp suits clean and pearly— but despite this, the Spades could tell the kingdoms apart easily due to their color coordinated dress. There was a lack of yellow, however, among the greens, blues and maroons.
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief as they descended one of the staircases leading to the main floor. The guest in question had yet to arrive. How very like him, the blonde thought bitterly with a scoff.
At the far end of the ballroom sat three distinguished thrones atop a set of low stairs. Two banners hung on either sides of the thrones, displaying two hearts on top of each other— the royal symbol of the Hearts. There, Alfred could see the royalty overlooking the crowd, surrounded by more flowers and chatting amongst themselves as they glanced towards the guests.
One of them, seated on the rightmost seat, hid the lower half of his face behind a mauve dyed paper fan. His mask, however, was pulled to the side, resting on on his raven hair rather over his eyes as he exchanged words with the blonde next to him. The brunet on the left side was leaned over to hear in on their conversation, covering his mouth to laugh at something that the boy in the middle said.
When the boy behind the paper fan met eyes with Alfred, the rest of the ballroom seemed to disappear. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and it was as if the air suddenly left his lungs. It was— bizarre, to say the least, as he hadn’t realized that he stopped walking and was now standing awkwardly in front of the instrumentals.
Yao called his name before tugging him out of his trance, pulling him closer towards the boy in maroon. “What was that? Are you alright?”
The blonde blinked, glancing between Yao and his wrist. “Um, yes, I’m fine— who is that?”
The shorter boy followed his gaze, furrowing his eyebrows together. “I assume that’s the Queen of Hearts. Is he what surprised you?”
The Queen of Hearts. That was the Queen of Hearts. The Queen of Hearts.
He definitely lived up to his name. It would seem he had just stolen Alfred’s heart in a matter seconds.
“Well, stow your surprise to the side and pull yourself together,” His jack went on, not waiting for an answer. “We must show our respects.”
Quickly remembering his title as King of Spades, Alfred nodded, taking his place in between Arthur and Yao as they approached the trio seated before them. Standing a reasonable feet away from the thrones, the three dressed in blue kneeled onto the deep red carpet beneath them.
“Your majesties,” Alfred’s voice was loud and clear throughout the ballroom, surprising the three seated in front of them. “We, the Spades kingdom, are deeply honored to be in your presence this evening.”
The stoic boy— their king, Alfred assumed— gestured for them to stand. “The honor is ours, your majesty. We look forward to your cooperation with us in the years to come,” He turned his head towards the grinning brunet to his left, “This is the Jack of Hearts, Feliciano Vargas. To your right,” when he turned towards the boy in maroon, he lowered his paper fan a bit, bowing his head towards the three, “is the Queen of Hearts, Kiku Honda. And I am the King of Hearts, Ludwig Beilschmidt.”
Alfred repeated the name in his head like a mantra. Kiku Honda. It was elegant, flowed off of one’s tongue as easily as water, yet held a mysterious air to it. “I am Alfred Jones, the King of Spades.”
Arthur stepped forward, offering his own introduction with a smile. “Arthur Kirkland, Queen of Spades. Congratulations on your ascent to the crown.”
Yao bowed once more once Arthur stepped back, deep brown hair falling around his shoulders. “I am the Jack of Spades, Yao Wang. We are happy to have accepted your invitation. Your palace is magnificent.”
Feliciano’s grin rivaled that of the sun’s. “Thank you! Our queen grew all of the flowers himself, he’s quite talented—”
“Yes, and we hope you enjoy your evening.” Ludwig glanced at the chatty brunet besides him. Alfred bit back a laugh, bowing his head once more so that his smile was hidden.
Kiku caught this, of course. He brought his fan up to conceal the flush on his cheeks when he realized that Alfred had a charming smile.
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The party was in full swing after the Spades arrived, and though they were still waiting on the ever delightful Diamonds kingdom to grace them with their presence, the Hearts figured that their guests had waited long enough for the true masquerade ball to begin. Thus, the music was played louder, mouth-watering food of all sorts were set out on silver platters, and people did not think twice before setting out to the glossy floors to waltz. It was beginning to look and feel like a true ball— and Feliciano was absolutely vibrating with excitement as he practically leapt off of his throne to join the crowd.
Kiku and Ludwig also set out into the crowd, though they eventually drifted towards the food. Neither of them were looking to dance that evening, despite how tempting their guests made it look.
Apparently, the jack of the Clubs kingdom had the same mindset. Ludwig brushed hands with the boy as they both reached for the same blueberry tart. The blonde looked up immediately, “Roderich— my apologies, please, take it.”
He did, and quite graciously so. It was the last one. “Thank you,” He offered a subtle bow of his head before his eyes drifted towards the crowd. “It would seem your ball turned out quite successful. I have not seen Eliza so excited for something since we were children.”
Kiku followed the brunet’s gaze until his eyes landed on one of the girls dressed in green. Her gown was surprisingly simple, spiraling out like a flower as her dance partner and King, Ivan, twirled her about. She was seemingly glowing with laughter. “She looks stunning. Are you not going to dance with her?”
Roderich was quick to shake his head at Kiku’s question, pale cheeks dusted rose. “No, no, I am not one for dancing. I imagine the two of you are in the same position.”
Ludwig and Kiku shared a glance, sighing slightly.
“No, but Feli is quite happy,” The shorter of the three replied, smiling at his jack as he chatted with several of their guests on the other side of the dance floor. “I am sure he will dance enough for the both of us.”
Just as he uttered the words, Feliciano had a girl on his arm and was walking out towards the other couples, quickly falling into step of the waltz. Just as expected from their charming jack. He had a way with people that neither Kiku nor Ludwig could ever hope of obtaining or understanding.
Speaking of understanding people, there was blue in the corner of the queen’s eye, suddenly, and he could feel a pair of eyes on him. He glanced over his shoulder out of curiosity, and to his surprise, met eyes with the King dyed in blue once more. He was standing with his court, a glass of champagne in his hand, and quickly averted his eyes once he had been caught staring. The anxious feeling in his chest returned, and he was glad his face was hidden behind his mask this time as his cheeks had begun to flush once more. There was something about him that made Kiku terribly nervous. A nervous that made him very self-conscious and hyper aware of his actions, a nervous that he’d only read about in various novels before, a nervous that made him want to run to his room and hide beneath the covers.
It was exhilarating.
Thankfully, his anxiety was forgotten for a brief moment as Elizaveta and Ivan soon joined their trio, exchanging pleasantries. Kiku focused on the chestnut curls that cascaded around Elizaveta’s shoulders to distract himself from the boy across the room.
“Oh, Roderich, you really should dance with us! Ivan is a good partner, but I do not want to tire him out before the evening is over,” she playfully elbowed the King of Clubs in the chest, a giggle on her lips. “Just one dance, please?”
Despite his cold exterior, the jack was surprisingly easy to persuade. “Very well...just once. For Ivan’s sake.”
“Thank you,” Ivan chuckled, and the two set off onto the floor just as another song began. Kiku was intrigued by his choice in mask— it seemed to have a face on both sides of it, one smiling while the other frowned. An eerie total of three faces in one mask. “Roderich has always had a soft spot for Eliza. I will not be surprised if she dances with him for the remainder of the evening.”
Ludwig offered a smile. “In that case, we shall keep you company.”
“I think not.” The silver-haired king’s eyes were following something behind Kiku. “It would seem someone would like to borrow your queen, Ludwig.”
The queen felt as if his heart was trying to leap out of his chest. He knew very well who was walking towards them, and tried to keep his collected composure once he turned around to face his pursuer.
God above, his confidence was near intimidating as he walked towards the queen.
“Your highness,” the blonde— hadn’t he said his name was Alfred? Kiku’s mind was too jumbled to remember but it sounded about right— started, wearing a grin.
“I— your majesty,” Kiku said, inwardly wincing at his lack of composure. “King Alfred, wasn’t it?”
“Yes! Though there is no need for titles, simply Alfred is fine. Is it alright if I call you Kiku?”
Hearing his name from that voice sent his heart into overdrive. He really wished he had his fan with him to conceal the rest of his face. “Yes, of course. It is quite an honor to make your acquaintance, Alfred.”
Was it him, or did Alfred seem to stand a bit taller after he said that? “The pleasure is truly all mine. I have heard much about your kingdom— it has been quite some time since I had last visited this palace. It remains as beautiful as it did when I was a child.”
“You have been here before?” Chocolate dipped eyes blinked in surprise behind his mask. “I was unaware...I would have remembered, had I met you then.”
“I am quite difficult to forget.” The king agreed, and Kiku could not help but smile for a moment before hiding behind one of the sleeves to his yukata. “However, enough about me. I am curious about you— a-and your kingdom! Yes, such as the architecture of the towers, or-or the gardens. Do you have gardens? I assumed so since Feliciano mentioned you grow flowers.”
“Ah, that is...I do tend to the garden in my spare time. I would not say that I have grown every flower here this evening, however. Feliciano might have been exaggerating a bit.”
“I see,” He glanced towards the decoration around them, and for a brief moment, Kiku noticed that both Ivan and Ludwig had disappeared. “Still, I am quite impressed. We— the Spades kingdom— are impressed, that is.”
“Thank you. I have limited knowledge of the Spades, however I know your navy to be the best out of all of our kingdoms. Arthur must work very hard to make it so.”
Alfred’s face fell a bit at the mention of his queen, and he turned to look towards the rest of his court, who were both chatting amongst themselves across the room. They stood out against the other guests. “I’m afraid that is all he ever talks about. I don’t remember him being so uptight when we were children— then again, things were much simpler when we were younger. All we needed to worry about was our education and social lessons.”
Kiku was surprised to find himself empathizing and speaking rather easily with Alfred, despite his nerves. He nodded along to his statement, “Though, if I am honest,” he said with a slight smile, and wondered why he felt like being honest with Alfred, “I much preferred educational lessons over etiquettcy or ballroom lessons.”
“Ballroom? As in ballroom dancing?” His attention was brought back to the boy in front of him, and the queen found himself regretting mentioning his lack of ballroom knowledge. “Your highness, do you not know how to waltz?”
Where was Feliciano to pester him when he needed it? “Well— that is, I do know the basics, how-however I am not a...skilled partner.”
“Still,” Alfred set his glass of champagne down onto the table next to them, adjusting his white gloves afterwards. “You’re a partner, nonetheless.” Taking a step backwards, he bowed before the queen of Hearts, “I would be honored to share a dance with you, Kiku.”
The invitation was extremely tempting. Nearly-impossible-to-resist tempting. Kiku Honda would be insane to reject an offer to waltz from the charming king of Spades. And he was well aware of this fact.
He was also well aware of the other people in the room, who were undoubtedly looking at the two— especially now that Alfred was bowed before him. The attention was nearly too much for him to bear, and he could practically feel Feliciano pushing him towards the king to accept his offer. It was something, as Kiku himself had said before, straight from one of the romance novels in the library.
Which is why he swallowed thickly, shook his head of any anxiety, and agreed to his dance proposal. It would be rude not to accept, after all. Or so he told himself as Alfred took gentle hold of his hand, the fabric of the glove soft against his skin. Guests saw them walking towards the center of the ballroom and quickly moved to the side, voices suddenly hushed as the king and queen from opposite sides of the sun stood in the center of the waltzing couples.
Though, after seeing the two on the floor, the couples soon dissipated into the crowd surrounding the pair. Kiku felt his cheeks flame up, but said nothing as Alfred turned to face him, bringing his other hand to rest against the boy’s waist. He wasn’t completely flush against him, but it was close enough to make Kiku’s anxiety return. His own hand sat atop the king’s shoulder, head bowed down slightly so as to avoid his eyes.
“Is there something wrong?”
“I was not aware that we would be the only two dancing.” Kiku murmured, glancing up towards the blonde. His eyes were shining. “They are all looking at us.”
It was as if Alfred was just noticing the lack of people alongside them on the ballroom floor. “So let them look,” He tipped the queen’s chin to look up at him, though his voice lowered into a mumble. “I wouldn’t be able to stop staring at you if I were them.”
That was unexpected. Similar to the events leading up to that moment. It was unexpected for Kiku to meet Alfred in the way that he did— caught in delightful shock when their eyes met across the room behind his paper fan. It was unexpected for Kiku to even agree to waltz, seeing as he hasn’t been in a ballroom since he was but an early teenager. It was all so unexpected and unfamiliar, which is exactly what he should have expected when the Hearts decided to open their borders and welcome the other kingdoms in.
But Kiku Honda could have never expected meeting Alfred Jones.
The pair was oblivious to it, but a certain brunet made a mad dash for the instrumental section, whispering a request to the maestro as they remained in their world of unexpectedness.
They were startled out of their bubble when the music began, softly yet commanding a waltz. And waltz they did, once Alfred took proper charge. Kiku was hesitant (or rather, inexperienced) at first, but after the first few steps, he quickly fell into the rhythm of the gentle waltz.
Their steps became bigger and bigger, until Alfred had the queen spinning and returning to his embrace. His confidence swelled as he spun him around the edges of the crowd surrounding them, the onlookers stepping back to allow them more space with surprise. Kiku’s heart sped up when he did this, but he said nothing to stop him. It was as if he couldn’t say anything — this moment was too fragile and, dare he say it, perfect to interrupt with weak protests.
They stayed in tune with the dips and rises of the music, and Kiku was certain that his court was stunned by the familiarity of their waltz, the ease in which they moved. It was indeed grace, something he hadn’t expected to come from Alfred, but there was also something else bubbling beneath the surface of that grace— but Kiku was too afraid to discover what that was quite yet. He wanted to stay in this moment, this unexpected and beautiful moment that was possibly the most fun he has had in past few years. More than anything, he wanted to stay in that warm embrace of the king of Spades.
Alfred suddenly grinned, keeping a firm hold on the boy's waist. "Do you trust me?"
Kiku cocked an eyebrow. He was twirled outwards, then brought back close to the blonde. "Excuse me?"
"Do you trust me?"
Perhaps it was the way he was looking at him— bright, blue eyes shining with a light he had never seen before, hidden behind a mask that was more than fitting of his confident nature— but the queen of Hearts found himself nodding at the king's question.
Without any trace of hesitation, he answered, "Yes."
His heart soared when Alfred laughed, full of happiness and merriment. There were a few more steps as they returned to the center of the ballroom, and before he had time to ask himself what he had agreed to, the blonde had shifted his hand from his waist to the small of his back, dipping the smaller boy towards the ground. Out of instinct, Kiku had raised his leg slightly— or as far as his yukata would allow him to — so as not to loose balance as he was dipped. Alfred’s hold was firm and protective, the snout of his mask close enough to bump into the snout of Kiku’s.
A guest starting clapping, setting off the entire room into applause as Alfred brought Kiku back up. They looked at each other for a moment before chuckling, removing their arms from each other to curtsey and bow respectfully— a proper thank you for an unexpected dance.
“I— thank you, Alfred.” Kiku was the first to speak once the applause had died and the couples resumed their positions on the floor. They had returned to the sidelines. “That was...that was wonderful.”
“I should be thanking you! That was the most fun I’ve had waltzing in— well, perhaps my entire life.” His smile was so warm; Kiku wondered what the rest of his face looked like when he smiled like that. “You’ve made this evening perfect.”
Kiku wanted to say something just as charming in return, but decided against it as a thought came to mind. He glanced towards the crowd before taking one of Alfred’s hands, holding a finger to his lips.
“Weren’t you interested in the garden?”
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