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imafuturist) wrote2019-09-22 04:23 pm
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The Stately Manor That's Apparently the Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Evening
After the absolute disaster of yesterday's soiree, Tony had spent his time cloistered in his office, drawing up papers that torn his heart apart. Those his feelings meant nothing in the face of Steven's happiness. The mere thought of a smile on his beautiful face was enough to spur him forward in his business.
Only once the annulment papers were completed with full permission from the church (as they had never truly shared their marital bed in all this time) did he call for the his faithful and somehow corporeal butler Jarvis to fetch Steven for him.
[for the impoverished hero! I LOVE THIS TROPE]
Only once the annulment papers were completed with full permission from the church (as they had never truly shared their marital bed in all this time) did he call for the his faithful and somehow corporeal butler Jarvis to fetch Steven for him.
[for the impoverished hero! I LOVE THIS TROPE]
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Possibly because it was the only fashion term easily remembered.
"I am far from a good man, you cannot see what lies within my heart."
Used to be shrapnel!
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Wow, they were just missing the point spectacularly.
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Such clear language, Steve!
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But, oh man, they missed out on having this in the rain. Possibly on horseback.
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"Truly?" Steve replied because a man who looked like Steve did had crippling self-doubt to make him relatable and not an asshat.
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"Truly," Tony said, feeling a swelling in his chest. Not pants. This was a romance.
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"Truly?" he repeated for he had not been edited well.
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Only then did he start forward to meet Steve for the first proper kiss of their marriage.
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"Anthony," Steve whimpered, grabbing onto his cravat like some kind of wanton whore as he kissed him back.
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"Husband," Tony said, feeling as though maybe, just maybe, this could be real and not some fanciful dream.
Also becausr look at that bare neck. Whoa now.
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Honestly amazing that procreation happened in this time period at all.
Steve swooned in his manly husband's arms, which would be totally okay even though he was at least 200 pounds.
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"Throw those papers in the fire. Tear them up."
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SO BOLD.
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Anyone could walk in on them! Oh, the scandal.
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"I feared that night that you didn't find me attractive," Steve admitted softly.
The nightcap, it must be admitted, was a bit of a show-stopper.
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Again, Steve was an over six foot tall war veteran who was built like a brick shithouse, but okay.
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