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there it goes the last great American dynasty

Steve/Tony and Howard/Maria

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Last Great American Dynasty Pairing: Steve/Tony; Rating: T

Tony pushed open the door to the Rhode Island mansion he swore he’d never step foot in again. A ray of light swirled through the entryway windows matching the array of emotions swirling in the pit of his stomach. The last time he walked through this door, he’d been slamming it. Part of him thought that one, or both, of his parents would have to be six feet under for him to step foot in this mansion ever again. 

But that had been before Steve. 

Like a gorgeous, golden, hug of a wrecking ball, Steve entered his life and somehow managed to soften all his edges. Where before there were grudges and remorse, with Steve everything felt possible.

And then there was that day when Tony’s cell phone rang, the caller ID read his mother’s name, and Steve, sitting next to him, gently suggested picking it up. “You talk about her frequently, and very little of it is of the bad times. I’m just saying that if you want to…do what you want.”

With Steve, everything seemed easier.

So he picked up the phone, had the first conversation he’d had with either parents in over five years. And it was awkward, but not angry. And when he hung up a swell of emotions broke like a damn and Steve was there to hug him through it.

That was a year ago. And now, he stood in the entryway of this mansion, and in the distance he heard his mother’s heels tapping against marble tile, and he could already smell the lingering smoke of his father’s tobacco pipe. He was back in Rhode Island, and for the first time in a long time that didn’t cause his stomach to twist and nausea to bubble in his throat. 

Probably, because he was returning with his “home”, the man whose hand came to rest securely on his waist.

His mother’s charming voice broke through his thoughts. “Tony!” She pulled him into a hug, Chanel No.5 wafting through his nose and hitting him like a tonne of memories, causing the corners of his eyes to sting. She pulled back and turned to Steve, her smile only growing as she moved to hug him too. “Steve. It’s so good to meet you. I feel like we already know each other.”

“Talking once a week on the phone will do that, mom.”

Maria winked at Tony and looped arms with Steve, walking him further into the house, the tapestries and statues watching as one generation of the Rhode Island dynasty ushered in the next. Tony watched them walk, and swore he could hear the tiny pitter patter of feet rushing down the stairs. A phantom sound of possibility, of the next generation that this Rhode Island mansion may one day see, now that Steve was here.

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Feel free to send me in some prompts if you're interested!

hello! my three words would be:

- clothes

- autumn

- marshmallow

and the ship is stucky !

goodluck on the pseudo nanowrimo!! hope u have a great november 🫶🫶

Thank you so much for the prompt! It was so much fun getting back into the swing of writing. If anyone else is interested in sending me 3 words and a ship, I'd love to write more!

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Autumn Leaves Paring: Stucky / Rating: T

The chill of early autumn floated in the air but in his layers of thick, scratchy wool, Bucky barely felt any of it. The leaves crinkled under his boots as he walked to the spot he’d discovered shortly after their regiment made camp for the night. The sun still hovered on the horizon, casting a glow through the tree’s golden leaves. 

Bucky had always loved autumn, and here, an ocean away from everything he’d ever known, the war prevailing over everything, autumn still painted the landscape with such a familiarity that he had to take a moment to soak in.

And then “home” continued to follow him when footsteps behind him rustled the leaves; a stride he’d recognize anywhere, even with all the changes the dumbass intentionally injected into his veins. Before Bucky even turned around, he felt Steve’s thick coat land on his shoulders. The heavy weight from a wider chest might be new but the scent of Steve was long ingrained. Bucky almost shook it off, a lecture ready on his lips that Steve might be bigger, heartier now, but he still needed to keep warm. 

But then Steve slid under the coat next to him, wrapping both of them in the woolly warmth.

“You always loved this season,” Steve said as he brushed their shoulders together. “Your ma would bring out hot milk with bits of marshmallow in it--”

“--and we’d sit on the fire escape and take bets on what leaves would fall to the floor the fastest--”

“--from that one maple tree in the middle of the sidewalk.”

“It’s a good tree,” Steve finished their joint memory, plucking the ending right from Bucky’s mind like he always seemed to do. Bucky wondered if that New York maple would still be there, after the war. If they’d both survive to see it again, or if these leaves falling on a foreign tree would be the last they ever experienced together.

The thought didn’t sullen Bucky’s mood. Like many things in wartime, he just took a deep breath and appreciated the moment.

Little did he know that the next month, he’d fall from a train and everything would change.

The decades fell like leaves, colored blood red then deathly brown. Winter overtook autumn, and somehow, a century later, Bucky stood in front of that same New York maple tree. 

He watched from the sidewalk, ignoring the bustle of those walking by, and took in the golden hues of the leaves forever changing. It didn’t take long before a familiar stride broke through the rest, and Bucky’s breath caught until he felt the heavy weight of a coat wrapped around his shoulders.

“Hot chocolate with marshmallows?” Steve asked, handing over the warm to-go cup, a matching one in his own hands.

“I don’t even want to know what superpowers you used, to get these cups here and to put a coat over my shoulders.”

Steve smiled and looked towards the tree, he bumped their shoulders together before he replied, “The timeless kind.”