Warnings: Arranged marriage, trans Tony, angst, implied transphobia (internal), deadname, pregnancy

Midevil AU

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Tony was greatful for the fact he was naturally flat chested, though it made no difference, since all his life, he's had to dress like a princess.

Because to everyone, that's what he is. Princess Anastasia.

A while ago, he had been wedded to a prince named Stephen. Against his will, of course, because nothing was ever up to him. He's a girl.

Tony doesn't hate Stephen. No. He loves him. And Stephen loves Tony too, if you can say that. Technically, Stephen Strange is in love with Anastasia.

Stephen isn't stupid; he's very observant. He knows there's something wrong, but he doesn't know what. And it kills him inside, knowing his spouse is hurting.

Tony was currently on their bed, hand in his currently long hair, and holding back tears. Stephen saw when he walked into the room, and went up to him.
"Ana, what's wrong?" He asks softly, sitting next to him. He was worried. Tony let out a laugh, though not one of joy, and bit his lip. "I... Heh.. Think I'm pregnant, Stephe..." Tony sniffled, composing himself a bit before continuing. "I uhm.. Haven't bled..."

Stephen nods slowly, listening. "And you're upset about that?" Tony sighs, hugging his knees. "No... Yes? No.. I.. I don't know.."
Stephen thought for a moment before standing up, holding his hand out to him. Come on a walk with me?" Tony looks at him, giving a slight smile. He knows Stephen's trying to cheer him up. He took his hand, and followed him outside.

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< 3 months >

Stephen walks into their room after his chores to check on Tony. "Ana, I was wondering if you were hung-" he cut off when he saw Tony; hair all over the floor, Tony in almost hysteric tears with now less than shoulder length of hair, scissors in his hands as he cried on his knees on the floor.

"You deserve so much better than a mess like me... There's something wrong with me, I'm sick!.." Tony looks up at him, tears running down his face.
Stephen kept composure, going over and kneeling down by him as he listened.

"I don't like being a girl, Stephen! I hate my name, I hate my body, I hate wearing frilly dresses and makeup every day, I hated my long hair so much!... I'm sick in the head and you shouldn't have to deal with this.." Tony says.
"You're not sick. You're just not a woman." Stephen took the scissors from him carefully. "And I'm not going to tell you that you have to be. That's not my decision."

Stephen started fixing Tony's hair, cutting it shorter and neater. "Nor is it anyone's but yours. Personally, I don't understand why human beings can't just let each other be." he continued, looking at Tony and wiping his tears gently.
Tony sighs softly, holding Stephen's hand to his cheek. "But then what about you..?"

"What about me?" Stephen asks. "I don't want to be the princess you married, yet you don't seem bothered at all.." Tony says, looking at him. "Because I'm not, Anthony."
Tony looked surprised, then teared up again. "How... How did you..."

"That's the name you like, isn't it? That's one of the first things you told me when we were married. ‘Stephen,’ you said, ‘Have you ever thought about what your name would be if you were born a girl instead of a boy?’, and I said no. ‘I have,’ you said, ‘I'd have been called Anthony. Tony as a nickname, perhaps.’" Stephen recalls.

"How do you even remember that... I-i was just rambling out of nervousness.." Tony says, looking down. Stephen helped him up carefully. "I remember because I love you. Every single thing you say to me, no matter how little or insignificant, is special and important to me."
"Love, or loved..?" Tony asks, looking up at him again. Stephen held his cheek softly and kisses him for a moment before pulling back and whispering, "Love."

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Stephen had Tony try on some of his clothes, smiling softly when he saw how happy it made him.

Tony then sighs. "Stephen, I'm pregnant, these aren't gonna fit me in a few months.." Stephen looks at him. "I'll take care of that, don't worry about it, Ton."

Tony smiles a little and nods.

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< 6 months >

Tony looks at himself in the mirror, frowning a little. "What is it, hon?" Stephen asks, walking over and holding him from the back.
Tony leans on him, sighing softly. "I'm nervous.. Insecure I suppose... About having the baby.. Having the doctors see me... There..."

Stephen thought for a moment. "....What if I did it? Delivered the child?" he offers. Tony looks at him. "Stephe.."
"I could do it. I know enough about medical care to do it." Stephen says. "I know... But the doctors won't let you do that... I appreciate the offer, I do, but I don't think they'll let that happen.. I-I'll be okay as long as you're there with me.."

"Of course, my love."