A commission for @littlemissstark who wanted Post Endgame ABO Stony, fluffy goodness with Omega!Dad!Tony and Alpha!Papa!Steve and of course, a complete rewrite of what happened in Endgame because Canon what? We don’t know her.
“I am inevitable.” Thanos was grim, was resigned, was triumphant in his terrible choice, resolute in his self imposed rightness, perhaps even smug in the coming victory.
“I am inevitable.” the Titan lifted the mighty gauntlet and snapped his fingers and the clank echoed across the bloody, violent battlefield like a clap of lightning, like a roll of thunder, like the crack of a whip that arced out and struck–
–nothing.
“I am Iron Man.” Tony hurt, the Omega hurt, every inch of his body and every hair on his head. There was fire in his veins and unleashed power screaming in his head and it was the hardest thing he’d ever done to close his fingers in a snap.
Dimly, he heard Steve roar in fear and anger, saw the Alpha lunge for him and grab onto his hand to share the gauntlets force. The Rescue suit rocketed out of the sky and left a dent in the earth where Pepper landed, and her grip on his wrist was desperate and terrified and Tony screamed–
“Daddy!” It didn’t seem possible for a bed to bounce quite so much when the bouncee was only five years old, but Morgan treated the springs like a trampoline as she scrambled up the mattress and right up close to her dad. “Daddy! You’re night-maring again! Wake up!”
Tony broke from the dream with a gasp, sucking in a pained breath and grabbing automatically for his baby girl, cuddling her up close into a relieved hug and letting Morgan’s sleepy morning scent calm his heart again.
“Hi, Bug.” he managed after a moment. “How did you know Daddy was night-maring again?”
“You hold on to your wrist.” she said matter of factly, every bit as observant as Pepper despite being pint sized. “The one Papa Steve grabbed. You hold it when you’re scared.”
“I do that, huh?” Automatically, the Omega reached for his wrist. Not the one the stones had almost destroyed but the other one, the one with his Alpha’s fingerprints seared into his skin. When Steve had grabbed for him on the battlefield, the gauntlet’s power had shocked from Tony’s veins and surged right into Steve, burning the Captains fingerprints onto Tony’s wrist before tearing through his body and sapping a measure of super serum right from his bones.
Six months later Tony was branded and Steve had aged up to at least forty five before his system settled again. Bruce had ran test after test for weeks to be sure the Alpha wouldn’t just age right out of existence and now—
“Oh god, I just had the worst realization of my life.” Tony stopped halfway through a bite of whole wheat toast and dropped his head into his hands. “Oh my god. Oh no. Oh no no no. Steve, save me.”
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Steve peered over the edge of his newspaper and sent his husband a concerned look. “Did you forget something and just remembered it?”
“No, I uh–” Tony laughed a little, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “You know that moment as a teenager or whatever when you realize your parents have had sex? And not just to like…procreate. But because they think it’s fun? Like your parents legit have sex just because they’re horny?”
Steve’s face went very very white and Tony nodded. "Yeah, okay. Traumatizing, right? And you look at your dad and think ‘ew he’s such an old man’ and your ma– I mean, you can’t ever see your ma as anything other than mom, right? And then– boy howdy–” he pursed his lips and blew out a breath. “–and then you realize that Old Man Dad and Pure as Snow Ma probably regularly do the Dance of the Beast with Two Backs.”
Steve didn’t answer, but his expressions slipped from grossed out to outright horrified.
"And you think, oh god, parent sex.” Tony shuddered. “That’s the nastiest, cringiest thing you could ever possibly imagine. Old people weird sex.”
“Are you going somewhere with this?” Steve bit out through gritted teeth. “Or just trying to give me nightmares before I’ve finished reading the editorials?”
“Oh I’m going somewhere with this. Somewhere terrible.” Tony sighed down at his toast. "I just realized that you and I? We have cringy old people parent sex.”
“Okay.” Steve folded his paper and set it aside, pointing a finger at Tony’s chest and pinning him with one of those patented Captain Disapproval looks. “First of all, parents don’t have sex. Babies are delivered via stork in decorated baskets, and I know for a fact I just sprung up in a cornfield as six and a half feet of Grade A All American goodness.”
“Uh–” Tony’s mouth dropped, but Steve wasn’t even close to done yet.
“Second of all!” he continued, louder. “What you and I do in that bedroom? Not cringy old people parent sex. Not even close. Don’t you ever say that again.”
“Steve–”
“Last night I trussed you up in silk ties and a ball gag and fucked you until you were drooling stupid!” Steve announced and Tony’s eyes about bugged out of his face. “That is not cringy old people parent sex. Young hot people have sex like that, and that is what we are. Young and hot.”
“STEVE!” Tony didn’t know whether to laugh until he split his sides, or worry that the vein in Steve’s forehead was going to pop in agitation. “What in the hell–”
“THIRD!” Steve interrupted. “You are to never use the words ‘parent’ and 'sex’ in the same sentence again or I might actually die, do you understand? No more.”
“Steve–”
“No more.”
“Sweetheart–”
“Tony, I’m not joking, this is literally grounds for divorce.” Steve sat back with a huff and snapped his paper open again. “Why would you scar my ears like this? I’m having breakfast and this is not breakfast table appropriate conversation! We aren’t even parents!”
“Okay I only meant it to be funny because of Peter and because you’re like a hundred and because–”
“If you say we have old people parent sex again, I’m leaving you.” the Captain stated. “Don’t test me, Tony.”
“Steve.”
“Don’t test me.”
A rap at the kitchen door interrupted them, and Peter stuck his head around the corner and waved. "Hey Tony, can you help me with math–” the teenagers voice trailed off and he stared curiously at them for a moment. “It’s really really tense in here. Are you guys okay?”
“Uh, everything’s fine.” Tony waved Peter off. “Don’t worry about. What did you need?”
“Help with math tonight?” Peter finished and Tony nodded in agreement. “Oh and Cap, tomorrow is career day at school and all the other kids are bringing their parents but May is busy. Will you come?”
"Sure thing, kiddo.” Steve said automatically. “I’d be happy to talk to your friends for career day. Let me know the details tonight, okay?”
“Have a good day at school and study hard!” Tony called, and Peter called back, “See you guys later!” as he ran out the door.
All was quiet in the kitchen for a few minutes and then Steve– "Oh my god, we’re sort of parents, aren’t we?”
“Fraid so.” Tony cracked a grin. “And you know what that means, right?”
“Oh god, we’re having cringy parent sex.” Steve covered his mouth with both hands. “Oh my god, this is the worst realization of my life.”
“Yep.” Tony dropped a kiss on Steve’s forehead on the way to get more milk. “It shocked the hell outta me too.”
A commission for @thestoriesinmyhead who wanted a Stony Arranged Marriage AU ft. Nobility!Tony and War Hero!Steve, with a side order of Ty being just The Worst, and Tony having a stutter because we love that.
The news of Anthony Edward Stark, Earl of Alnwick and eventual Duke of Whitehall, suddenly being engaged to Captain Steven Rogers, former soldier and decorated war hero, took society by storm.
Hopeful debutantes were crushed to realize that not one, but two of the Seasons most eligible bachelors were suddenly off the market, nosy matrons speculated scandal over their afternoon teas and more than a few winks were shared among the gentlemen as they confided their own wish to bed the gorgeous heir to the Stark fortune.
His Grace, the Duke of Whitehall was pleased with the match, confident he’d saved both his son and the Stark name from ruin at the hands of the dishonorable Viscount Stone. Linking Anthony to an older husband with well established ties to the Kingdom, a record of loyal service, and a wall full of commendations from the Queen herself was beneficial enough, but Howard had another reason behind the match.
Anthony had.. well he had strayed lately. The young man had grown restless within the confines of high society, had taken to skipping parties and avoiding responsibilities, had started staying out drinking with the Viscount Stone and coming home disheveled at all hours of the night.
He was doing nothing the other young heirs didn’t do from time to time, but Howard was particularly worried about the Viscount Stone’s influence. For all his minor rebellion, Anthony was shy and mostly sheltered, sweet and perhaps even a touch naive and Howard was well aware that Tiberius Stone would take full advantage.
The man was a drunk, a gambler and a coward and having Anthony in his clutches and access to all the money behind the Stark name…
Well, Howard was hoping this marriage would not only corral the wayward Earl’s less palatable tastes and bring Anthony back around towards what was proper and expected of his title, but he thought perhaps the Captain Rogers would be enough to turn Anthony’s eye entirely from Tiberius and that lifestyle.
“Happiest of birthdays, Amyr Antony.” The visiting dignitary bowed low enough for the ridiculous tuft of feathers on his headdress to scrape along the floor. “And may the coming year bring you infinite success and joy, and the loyalty of a thousand friends.”
High Prince Antony Stark, Amyr and Sovereign, twenty years old today and sole heir to the gold and jewels and power due the Stark name, put his hand over his heart in a brief acknowledgment of the kind words, then forced his smile a little brighter when the next person in line came forward to offer their own greetings and well wishes.
Antony did not know a single one of the attending royalty, not the Kings and Sovereigns, not the consorts trailing along behind, not the Prince’s who met his eyes so boldly nor the attending concubines that peeked from beneath sheer veils and trailed ringed fingers along the line of their throat in an attempt to entice.
To be chosen as companion to the Prince on his birthday was a high honor indeed, and one worth striving for, so Antony was presented with flashes of lush, bronzed skin and pouting lips, perfectly muscled abdomens and beautifully toned arms as the parade of consorts and concubines alike tried to catch his attention. It was distracting to say the least, to see so much offered beyond the droning of meaningless praise and blessings and Antony almost felt guilty for being bored with it all.
A commission from one of my AO3 readers (Happy Birthday Jess!) who wanted Nomad!Assassin!Steve and Prince!Tony. This is Part One of a Two Part commission within the same verse, and I love it very much.
Golden rays crept along empty streets, highlighting worn stones and crumbling brick, slipping across windows to brighten sleepy homes, touching on the highest fronds of the palm trees and sparkling across the oasis waters.
The city woke up slowly, begrudgingly, eased from dreams and slumber and coaxed to awareness, first the lower streets where the children begged for coins, then the middle places where vendors parked their carts and hawked their wares. Next were the homes crowded one on top of the other, dishes clinking in kitchens as breakfast was prepared, the crisp night air exchanged for the scent of sugary syrup and freshly baked bread.
The stained glass of the temple windows caught the light and flared it into brilliant colors, washing the narrow streets with shades of red, green and blue and for a few minutes before the sunlight moved on, the reflecting pool at the temple stairs was awash with rainbows.
The palace outside the city was last to be woken by the coming day, the light climbing sandstone walls, spilling through exquisitely crafted archways flooding open hallways. It illuminated golden threads in woven tapestries, soaked into plush carpet and filtered through heavy curtains until the palace glowed from within, brilliant and opulent and so far above anything and everyone below, it seemed ethereal, untouchable by anything except the sunrise.
Look away. Steve told himself when Tony glanced up from his lunch and laughed at something Bucky said, but he didn’t look away because Tony had the best laugh, all crinkled eyes and red cheeks as he reached over to clap Bucky on the shoulder. Even after being the Winter Soldier for so long, Bucky was just as charming as he’d ever been and seeing Tony laugh with him made Steve’s stomach do swoopy things.
Look away. Steve told himself when Tony called him down to the lab and was talking a hundred miles an hour, hands waving through excited motions as he jabbered about some tech Steve couldn’t hope to understand. Tony was so beautiful like this, lit up and passionate and completely in his element, accomplishing more for the world before breakfast than most people did in their entire lives. He was brilliant and amazing and oh look, there went Steve’s heart clenching in his chest.
Look away. Steve told himself when Pepper breezed into the common area, perfectly polished and perfectly put together and Tony smiled that smile he saved just for her as he jumped up to kiss her cheek. Steve’s stomach wasn’t twisting in jealousy, it wasn’t jealousy, but he could admit to himself he wouldn’t mind a kiss from Tony, a kiss or maybe even just a hint of that smile.
Look away. Steve told himself when Bruce sat down next to Tony, their knees knocking and thighs brushing as two curly heads bent over a tablet, talking in low tones about science and modern miracles. There was nothing quite like the feeling when Tony was focusing every bit of his attention on you, his eyes focused and gaze intense and you felt like the most important person in the entire world. Steve would know, it stole his breath every time.
Look away. Steve told himself when the nanotech peeled off of Tony in a shimmer leaving him in an under suit that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting every curve and dip of that gorgeous body, dark hair shot through with silver and damp with sweat, a tired but thrilled smile on Tony’s face as he turned around–
“Steve.” Tony blinked around the balcony, down at his pajama pants and then up at Steve with a confused expression. “It is almost midnight and I'm outside. I’m positive I was sleeping, so why am I outside at almost midnight?”
“Sorry.” Steve looked adorably sheepish, clad in his pair of Iron Man themed pajama pants and that one blue henley Tony loved him in. “Sorry baby. I know it’s late and I know you were finally sleeping, but to be fair, I haven’t seen you in three days and I’ve missed you.”
“And I missed you too.” Tony pushed his hair out of his eyes and sent another look around the balcony. “But I'm outside. You couldn’t have missed me inside where it’s warm, or maybe in our bed while we were both naked? You had to miss me on the balcony? By the way, how did I even get out here, did you carry me?”
“I uh–” Steve ducked his head and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I made some coffee and wave the cup around in the bedroom. You just got up and sorta zombie walked right outside following the smell.”
“For fucks sake.” Tony had to laugh, because he couldn't really be mad about loving coffee enough to follow the smell around. “Alright babe. I’m awake, you missed me, why don’t you come here and warm me up?”
“Okay. Okay I definitely want to do that, but first?” Steve bent down on one knee and opened a ring box. “First I have something real important to ask you.”
“…what…” Tony’s eyes widened, then his mouth fell open. “Steve? What are you doing?”
“Sweetheart, I love you.” Steve said simply. “I love you in the morning when you’re sleepy and fluffy haired and cranky, and I love you in the afternoon when you’re hard at work and slapping sandwiches away because you’re too busy to eat. I love you at night when we watch terrible movies and you pick apart the science and oh man do I love you when you curl up in bed with me and remind me of why I’m the luckiest fella in the world.”
