Hail Stony

Hayate / H部長

(top!Steve x bottom!Tony)




and a certain couple getting hitched i guess


천사를 찾아(싸바~싸바싸바~


천사를 찾아(싸바~싸바싸바~


Sorry about not English. This was created long before the Winter Soldier was shown… I think a combination of a normal college student Steve and CEO Tony, also my favorite AU, is very charming. However after I had seen the movie, this got been sort of awkward as my image of Steve was modified by the movie.


Fulfilling personal Suit kink <3

Bonus pic:






The doctors tell him he’s cursed, and Steve knows it’s true. It’s something he’s felt his whole life, deep in his bones, an ache separate from all else that never seems to fade. It’s got nothing to do with his frail body or rasping cough. Though they’re a good excuse to hide it, long sleeves never amiss on his constantly cold frame, pulled tight over his wrists so no one can see the words tattooed on his skin. In his bones. (Kind of dark soulmate AU where they're seen as bad not good? o.O)



He had asked his Ma once, before her hair had started falling out, why it was considered a bad thing, and she had hesitated, her gaze falling on the ever-covered name on his arm.

"The thing about soulmates is it can either go very, very well or very, very badly," she had said eventually, her hands on his shoulders. "It can- Steve, big things happen, with soulmates. World-changing things, always. Together, soulmates can- they either break the world, or build it better than it ever was. But people are so used to the first that they daren’t hope for the latter, we’ve had too many-"

"But it could be a good thing," Steve had said, and his mother had smiled, rubbed his thin shoulders.

"Yes, Steve. It could be. You and your soulmate- you could do some very good things. You could be amazing."


Steve asks Howard if he has a brother, a cousin, maybe, and Howard says nope, just me, and Steve nods and pulls his sleeve down further over the name inked on his arm.


Things start gaining momentum, Steve becomes Captain America and suddenly the whole world knows him, and Steve finds himself changing the world without his soulmate at his side and tells himself he isn’t disappointed.


Steve drives a plane into the Atlantic.

Peggy talks him through it, and Steve promises a dance and at the very last second his gaze catches on the name on his arm, showing through a rip in his sleeve.

I can’t die, Steve thinks. I can’t, I haven’t met you yet, we haven’t done anything together, we were going to change the world, we were going to be spectacular, I wanted to know you, Anthony-

The plane hits the ice, and Steve’s world explodes inwards.


He wakes up with long sleeves, and Fury gives him the files with an indecipherable expression.

Anthony Stark, born 1970, Steve reads, his arm tingling with it.

"Why show me this," Steve asks. "Might as well hide it from me for a little while longer, besides, you don’t know-"

"Mr. Stark is already doing some pretty world-changing things, Cap," Fury cuts him off. "And no, I don’t know what is going to be the result of you two meeting, but god help me, I’m banking on it being a good thing."

Steve looks down at the pictures of his soulmate, drunk at a party, his soulmate, on his knees in a cave, his soulmate in front of a crowd and grinning, his soulmate wrapped in a metal suit and streaking across the sky.

"And if it isn’t?"

"Well, then." Fury starts to walk out. "We’ll take the appropriate measures."

Steve nods down at the desk. He never expected anything less.


It doesn’t- it doesn’t start off well, not by a long shot, and Steve thinks that this is all a terrible mistake, that they’re going to be the kind of soulmates who hate each other, who destroy each other, who leave the world a goddamn wreck behind them.

But then Tony vanishes into the portal, and only just makes it out, and Steve’s arm burns where Tony’s name is inked onto it.

He runs for Tony, and Tony’s gasping breath is the sweetest sound Steve’s ever heard in his life, and he feels himself smile before he realizes he’s doing it.


Tony shows him the soulmate mark when Steve asks- Steve’s name is inked around the arc reactor, and Tony only shows him for a second before he’s pulling his shirt back down.

"Don’t expect anything, Cap," Tony tells him, and Steve has waited so damn long-

He catches Tony by the shoulder, lightly. “I’d like to get to know you, if you want,” he blurts, and Tony looks back at him.

For several long seconds he thinks Tony’s going to say no, but then he’s sighing and saying, “Sure, I guess,” and Steve squeezes his shoulder before letting go.


One thing everyone knows about soulmates is that they have the power to turn each other into both their worst and best selves, that they don’t bring out the best but the most.

Having a soulmate can either be the best thing or the worst thing to happen to someone, and for a while Steve doesn’t know which one it is. It varies from day to day, until Tony starts smiling more and there are noticeably more good days than bad days.

After a year, almost every day is one where Steve is convinced they’re going to be amazing, that they’re going to blaze through the world and leave it better in its wake, that he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

After a year and a half, they slip into being in love without even noticing.

After three years, there’s a moment they’re yelling and Steve mindlessly kisses Tony’s cheek when he goes to leave, which leads to them spending the next three days in Tony’s bed, only leaving when Dr. Doom attacks New York and the Fantastic Four are unavailable.

After four years, Steve has moved into Tony’s room, and he goes to sleep every night after kissing his own name on Tony’s chest.

"We’re going to be amazing," Tony tells him a lot nowadays, and Steve always grins and kisses him, replies, "You bet."

Au where soulmates switch bodies for a day when they come of age. Tony switches with Steve (and finds himself in the 1930s).



Tony wakes up to the sound of someone banging on the door, and he’s halfway through groaning ‘fuck off’ when he realizes his voice isn’t his voice and it’s his birthday, he’s eighteen today, and that means he’s switched with his soulmate when they’re eighteen-

He bolts upright in bed, and a weirdly familiar voice on the other side of the door yells, “COME ON AND OPEN UP, I HAVE FIVE BUCKS ON WHETHER YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL DAME OR NOT,” and Tony spares a look down his soulmate’s body, which, wow, thin, and very male, Howard will not be pleased- before going and opening the door.

The face is familiar, too, and it’s grinning. “Please, please tell me you’re a beautiful dame, Steve will crap himself.”

"Uh," Tony says, and clears his throat, which is scratchy. The guy’s probably had a cold recently. "Sure, we can go with that."

The guy snorts, comes inside. “I’m Bucky, I’m your soulmate’s best pal, and let me tell you, you’re the luckiest dame in America. Your soulmate’s name is Steve Rogers, and don’t let the whole skinny thing get you down, trust me, he’s gonna be the best soulmate you’d ever wa- hey, you okay?”

Tony expects he’s not looking very good right now, because he feels like he’s just gotten hit over the head with a skillet. “Steve- Rogers,” Tony croaks, looking down at the body again, bare chest and feet, skinny everywhere- “Is his middle name Grant?”

Bucky’s grin comes back at a hundred miles an hour. “Yeah! You know him?”

"I," Tony says. A laugh comes bubbling up- god, when he tells Howard, he’s going to get slapped so hard. "Give me a mirror?"

"Got one handy just for this occasion," Bucky says, and brings out a shard of cracked glass.

Tony takes it with strange fingers, and looks at the reflection of his soulmate, who died decades before he was born.

Steve Rogers stares back at him in the mirror, and Bucky Barnes- Cap’s best friend, war hero, also dead a long time before Tony came into the world- nudges his shoulder. “Hey, you got a name? Where do you live? Because it ain’t Brooklyn, I can tell that.”

"Uh, California," Tony says- it doesn’t matter, he tells himself dully. "I’m, my name’s Tony."

Bucky’s smile falters. “Huh. Any chance that stands for Antonia?”


"Huh," Bucky says again, and sighs. "Okay, that makes things harder, but we’ll cope. It’s July, 1937, by the way- did you come back or forwards?"

"Back," Tony says, and laughs again, watching his dead soulmate’s face in the mirror as he does it.


When Tony gets back, his mother slowly, haltingly tells him what he already knew.

"We didn’t- we told him- Steve- it was still the 30s," Maria says, looking at Tony with a sadness she’s obviously trying to cover. "Didn’t let him out of the house. I- we haven’t told Howard yet, but I can do it, if you’d like."

Tony blinks at his mother, surprised. “Thank you,” he hears himself day. “But I can do it, it’s fine.”

Maria smiles, a small, almost pitying thing, and she reaches out and squeezes his shoulder for a second. “I’m so sorry.”

"Yeah," Tony says, shrugging past the nausea. "It’s- it’s okay, really. We’ll make up something, say my soulmate died before they could turn eighteen."

When Tony tells Howard, he doesn’t get the slap he’s expecting, instead he gets a tight, disappointed glare and a dismissal. Tony would very much rather the slap, something that has a tangible sting for hours afterwards rather than the stinging rejection in his head.

His mother comes to him later, pushes a photo of Steve Rogers pre-serum into his hand, and Tony makes himself smile and thanks her for it.

He puts it at the back of a drawer and doesn’t look at it for a long time.


Three days after Captain America is pulled out of the Atlantic with a heartbeat, Tony gets a house call.

He’s been expecting it- his hands shake as he sets his tumbler of whiskey down and comes into the lounge where JARVIS told him the visitor was waiting.

Steve’s breath hitches when he sees him. “Tony.”

"Steve," Tony says, unable to look at Steve’s expression for too long, because how can anyone even look like that, look that broken open?

"You didn’t mention how far back you came," Steve says after seconds have passed and neither of them have spoken. "Or- or anything. About what would happen."

"Yeah, well." Tony shrugs, the motion wooden. "Didn’t want to mess with the time stream. Sorry, Cap."


"Steve," Tony corrects himself softly. "Right. Uh, sorry I didn’t come to see you at SHIELD, I thought you might need a while to get used to- things."

"Still do," Steve says, and they stand there in Tony’s big lounge, meters apart, hands at their sides.

"Look," Tony says. "We don’t have to- talk, or try to get to know each other right now. I can wait until you’re-"

"You thought your soulmate was dead for most of your life," Steve cuts him off, and Tony doesn’t flinch, but it’s a close thing. "I thought you’d be happy about getting me back, that you’d be-" Steve stops, sighs, pushes a hand through his hair. "Sorry."

"I’m happy about you being back," Tony says, and Steve looks back at him again. "But you’ve just woken up from a seventy year nap, C- Steve. I just want to give you some time."

"I think we’ve both had too much time," Steve says, jaw clenching, and there it is, there’s the stubborn little shit Bucky described to him on his day in 1937, so long ago. "And I’m sorry we both had to wait so long, I’m sorry I’m not- good, right now, I probably won’t be for a while, but god, we’ve waited lifetimes for each other, and I’d really like it if I could get to know the fella who the universe thought I’d be perfect for, the fella the universe dragged me across decades for."

He stops, pockets his hands, clears his throat. “Uh, if you’d like.”

Tony’s missed Steve, even though the closest he had come to meeting him was spending a day in his body when he was a teenager. He’s missed him his whole life, aching down to his bones with it, and he never thought he’d get this chance, never thought he’d have Steve in front of him like this-

"I’d like that very much," Tony says, and when Steve smiles, something very old inside Tony clicks into place for the first time.

do the thingggg: 'Steve/Tony - One of them talks casually about being in love with the other, assuming he knows (EVERYONE KNOWS) but it turns out that the other one didn't know.' been seeing this prompt around tumblr and i thought i might see if u wanted to do it :D



Tony is by no means prepared for having Pepper and Steve become best buddies, complete with trips to the mall and day spas and art museums.

He brings it up at breakfast, and Steve breaks out into this spectacular sunny grin that Tony’s breath catch. “Pepper’s real swell,” he says, Brooklyn accent bleeding through, probably due to how early it is in the morning, why the hell is Tony even up, god, it’s not even light outside.

“I feel bad for not trying to get to know her sooner,” Steve continues, and then pauses to take a bite out of his tomatoes-on-toast, because Steve is a freak when it comes to breakfast foods. “I had a lot of chances, but- well, you know.”

“Yeah,” Tony says, and then, “No, actually, what?”

Steve pauses, chews slowly, swallows. “I used to feel awkward around her, it was completely irrational, I feel silly about it now.”

Tony continues to blink at Steve until he sighs and continues, “Because of you?”

“Me,” Tony repeats. “Right. Because that’s so awkward.”

“Because of-” Steve waves a hand, takes another bite of tomatoes-on-toast. “My thing for you.”

He says it quickly, dismissively, trying to sound casual but sounding embarrassed instead, and Tony stares. The coffee maker starts making noises indicating things are overflowing, but Tony pays it no mind.

Steve squirms under Tony’s gaze. “Okay, I know we don’t normally talk about it, but I think you could handle it a little better than gawking at me like that-”

“We have literally never talked about this,” Tony says, strained, fingers white-knuckling the counter behind him. “You- what do you mean we don’t NORMALLY talk about this, that implies- Steve, I have never heard anything about this, you have a thing for me?”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to gape, setting his toast down and stumbling over his words. “I- thought you- everyone talks about it, they- oh,” Steve finishes, too quiet on the last word, eyes going distant. Then he stands, stiff as anything, says, “Sorry, I have somewhere to be,” like he’s on autopilot, and then tries to leave.

Tries being the objective. Tony grabs his arm before Steve can reach the doorway, and Steve tenses further.

“Go out with me,” Tony blurts, and god, he is so, so awful at this, why the hell does Steve have a thing for him.

Steve startles, glances back at him. “I- excuse me?”

“To dinner,” Tony says. “Or, hey, whatever suits. Brunch! I can do brunch, I know this great brunch place, you like brunch, right, since you have to eat pretty much constantly-”

“I could eat brunch,” Steve says, cautious, and that’s no good, that won’t do at all, Tony refuses to let that expression go on for any longer.

Kissing Steve on the cheek is- well, not what he meant to do, but that’s what it turns into and he leans back to see Steve looking pleasantly surprised, with a light in his eyes that Tony doesn’t think he’s ever seen before.

“Uh,” Tony says, and lets go of Steve’s arm. “Good. Glad we got that sorted. I’ll see you at brunch?”

Steve nods, and then hesitates. He looks back into the kitchen, says, “Do you know a good place to have breakfast?”

Tony raises his eyebrows. “You’re willing to waste your tomatoes-on-toast to go out with me? Shit, you must really be gone over me, Cap.”

“I’m going to eat my toast before we go,” Steve says, like it’s obvious. “But yeah,” he adds, with a growing smile. “I am.”

Tony does not get butterflies because of that. He doesn’t