Hans is the 13th prince, technically in the Disney franchise.
1. Snowwhites prince
2. Cinderella’s prince (forgot names right now)
3. Prince Phillip
4. Prince Erik
5. The beast (Adam)
8. John Smith
9. John Rolfe
11. Flynn rider
AU… where Hans older brothers are literally the Disney prince’s. (Some of them are younger then Hans but as an AU)
A Conversation Between Captain Rogers and Mrs. Rogers
Contrary to popular opinion (read: Bucky Barnes), Steve Rogers was not an idiot.
So he carefully telegraphed his disapproval of the Howling Commandos’ latest prank and stayed out of the way when Bucky went on the warpath. And all right, so maybe he was sort of, kind of, maybe cuddling poor neglected Corporal Bucky Bear but somebody had to look after the baby, right?
Peggy wryly offered her services for babysitting duty, considering that Steve had proclaimed her Bucky Bear’s godmother (while making sure that human Bucky was not in earshot). She gently booped him on the nose.
“You are a ridiculous man, Captain Rogers and your better half is equally ridiculous. You know that, right?”
He gives her his best, innocent, “Who me?” smile. If things had been different and if he hadn’t been so hopelessly gone on Bucky, he might have fallen completely for Peggy. As it was, he still adored her as a friend though.
And thus, the whole Innocent Act wasn’t fooling her a single bit. She laughed and said, “Well don’t look now, but Trouble and Strife seems to be headed in your direction, Captain.”
Peggy left him alone and Steve could’ve really used some reinforcements at this point but okay, he was a grown man, he could handle this. Right. There was Bucky, who was stalking (really, there wasn’t a better word, Steve would swear up and down on that) his way. Steve braced himself and tried not to use poor Bucky Bear as a shield.
As it turned out, he should’ve used the teddy bear because Bucky poked him right in the chest.
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” Steve said on reflex. Then winced.
“No, you punk. I can see it written all over your face. You actually want babies.”
Steve gulped. “Need I remind you that I’ve held babies? And I’m not really into the whole screaming in my ear thing. And 3 am feedings. And diaper changes.”
“Bullshit. The neighborhood babies loved you. Mrs. Wilson actually wanted you to babysit that little monster of hers whenever you weren’t sick!”
“Awww, Wade Junior wasn’t so bad.”
Bucky poked him again. “No, it’s not just the baby thing. You actually want babies. With me.”
Steve tried to keep his poker face. Bucky taught him better than this. But then again, it was Bucky and okay, wow, the Poker Face was failing. Failing terribly at this point.
So okay, he went for broke. “Yes, I want babies with you. I know we’re both men and neither of us is physically able to give birth to babies and it’s stupid, but I do. I want us to get out of this war and have a white picket fence. I want to marry you if it was actually allowed. I’d get down on my knees right now and give you a ring if I could – ”
“You have my Ma’s ring,” Bucky said, with a funny look on his face. “I gave it to you before I left.”
“To pawn you said!” Steve protested. He went pink. “It’s still with me. I’d never get rid of it, Buck.”
Bucky took his hand. “It used to fit your finger too.” He stroked gently around Steve’s ring finger and really, they were in plain sight and it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea to start stealing kisses at this moment.
Steve still had that shot of reckless courage going for him though. “James Buchanan Barnes, did you actually propose to me in secret? Without actually letting me know?”
It was Bucky’s turn to glare at him defiantly. “Yeah. You accepted the ring anyway! And oh, by the way, were we not already doing the for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, death do us part thing even back then?"
"You’re a jerk. Point taken. Also, the answer is yes. Even if we can’t have our babies.”
Bucky snorted, reached out for Corporal Bucky Bear and cuddled him. “We’ll always have our Baby Bear.”
Steve grinned goofily at him and there were promises in that grin, promises of good and proper kissing as soon as they were in private. And he knew Bucky was definitely going to collect on that promise.
“Hey, you guys know you have a really ugly kid, right?” Somebody catcalled.
Bucky growled. “Baby? Take care of the kid, okay? Gotta go kick some ass.”
Later on, Corporal Phillips would make another addition on to the famous “List.”
#43. Please do not insult the goddamn Bucky Bear. If you wouldn’t insult a baby in his mother’s presence, then don’t do it to the bear.
#44. If you’re dumb enough to be an asshole to the goddamn teddy bear, then nothing’s gonna save you from the bear’s mama, papa, his godfathers and his godmother. Don’t come crying to me, son. I’m the bear’s godfather too.
Colonel Chester Philips had a war to fight and quite frankly, didn’t have a lot of time for nonsense.
That memorable first Christmas that granted Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes a new nickname among the rank and file was, Philips supposed, good for morale. However, he carefully ignored and made sure to squash anything that would cause an epic clusterfuck with the top brass. Personally, he was not about to sign no goddamn blue ticket for anyone, because a man’s private business was not his concern, as long as that man can pick up a gun and fight.
So Philips was perfectly happy getting on with the task of fighting Nazis and Squid Nazis (thank you, Dugan for adding this to the parlance, along with SNRFB). The one super soldier left to them by Dr. Erskine had proved to be worth all the money the U.S. government had invested into his creation and then some, even if Captain Rogers had a knack for ignoring certain orders, but regularly coming up with impressive results when he chose to do so.
Philips could live with the paperwork, as long as it meant one step closer to Berlin.
But then, there was Barnes.
The whole Snow White business was a god damn joke, Philips sternly reminded himself.
So he tried not to twitch when an actual, for real squirrel went running up to Barnes in the middle of their planning, climbed up to his shoulder and chattered to him importantly. Barnes nodded, made the appropriate noises back and then, casually mentioned that there was one of those fucking monster HYDRA tanks hiding in the very section of forest they were going to run to.
“Did the squirrel actually tell you this, Sgt. Barnes?” sneered a lieutenant - God help them, it was that asshole who nearly fucked up everything for Easy Company at Foy. Philips made a note to find the quickest excuse to boot him somewhere else… soon.
“Yes, sir,” Barnes deadpanned.
“We always make it a point to trust the local forest population,” added Captain Rogers innocently. “They’re not very fond of Hitler or HYDRA.”
Agent Carter pressed her lips together to repress a smile. “The Forest Resistance forces are very grateful and most helpful.”
“Or…. you know, that would be because it’s a logical place to hide a tank of that size,” Captain Rogers continued - he had been there for the Foy clusterfuck and had met up with the other lieutenant who had picked up the pieces and got Easy Company moving. He’d recognized this asshole too.
The squirrel chattered again and Barnes absently stroked its head and gave it a piece of cracker. “Thanks, buddy.”
Philips was going to need a good long drink later. And he’d just gotten a new supply from Captain Nixon too….
Rule 54. Captain Rogers is NOT Sleeping Beauty. Sgt. Snow White - GAH, Sergeant BARNES employed no unusual means other than basic first aid in trying to wake him up. We will not discuss the Castle Strahd Incident or the woman claiming to be Captain Rogers’ actual fairy godmother. The lady was a member of the civilian resistance and aided us in our rescue of Captain Rogers. I REFUSE TO HAVE GODDAMN FAIRY TALES IN MY REPORTS!
Colonel Chester Philipps, who promptly had kittens when it turned out that one of the 107th ended up working for Disney after the war and apparently based Certain Elements of that Specific Adventure on the Sleeping Beauty animated film…
In case anyone’s wondering, I originally wrote Snow Bucky quite a while back and was promptly amused to see ANOTHER “Snow Bucky” in AO3. I loved that story too. Please note, the later fic has no relation to mine in any way, shape or form - I’m just happy that Good Ideas seem to just be shared by a lot of writers in this fandom. :)
Yeah, I think I’m going to be writing the Sleeping Steve fic in a while….