#bucky x reader royal au

[nastybuckybarnes]

Kingdom Fall  -  One

Pairing: Farmboy!Bucky X Princess!Reader 

Summary: When an invading Kingdom forces you to flee your home, you find yourself stranded in an enemy kingdom on a farm, and the farmboy is nothing like you thought he would be. 

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fluff, Language, More to Come

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Gonna spit out part one of this royal AU because im a what? A slut for royal AUs. I have 7 parts of this written lol. I also have more DBF!Bucky on the roster sooooo yeah im excited for that. Also wanna work on a viking!Bucky X reader. I’m also working on a few one shots and teddy bear picnic, so I HOPE to do another 12 days of ficmas or something like that but I'll keep y’all posted

Anywhoodles, I love you all <3 

~*~

“They’ve set fire to the Palace! We must hasten!”

Screams echo from the Palace as you rush through the servants' hallways, your personal guard pushing people aside in his haste to get you to safety.

You mutter out soft apologies to the women you pass, gathering the base of your gown and hiking it up as you sprint after him.

“Come, I can smell the stables. This way!”

You run after him, slowing only when you see your horse.

“Hurry, Princess. Up,” Steve says, helping you up onto your horse and climbing onto his a second later.

“Now we ride!”

As if hearing his command, your mares both start sprinting away from the Palace.

Away from your home, your people.

A risked glance over your shoulder at the flaming building breaks your heart. But, what’s worse, is the group chasing after you and Steve on their own horses.

Following your gaze, the blond glances back and pushes his mare to run faster, desperate to get you to safety, to do his job properly without fail.

“Go, Princess!”

You follow his command, looking back again when you hear him slow his horse.

“Steve!”

With a yank on the reins, you guide your horse back to his, heart in your throat when you see him unsheathe his sword.

He’s sacrificing himself to keep you safe.

“Go, Princess! Now!” He shouts, holding his shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

“No! I won’t leave you!” You grab at your own sword and slide off your mare, stumbling against the uneven ground.

“No! You are of no use to your people if you are dead. You must go.”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I won’t leave without you, Steve.”

He lets out a sigh and presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment.

“I will find you, Princess. This, I swear. Now you must go.”

“You will find me,” you order softly, pulling away from him and looking into his ocean-blue eyes.

He nods firmly, determination in his eyes as you climb back onto your horse.

“I will,” he promises, turning to the sounds of battle.

Your mare starts sprinting away, and only moments later do you hear the sound of swords clashing.

It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to turn around and fight by his side.

But he’s right.

Only the Gods know if your sisters survived, and if they didn't then you’re the only hope your Kingdom has.

You ride through the night, your mare expertly dodging trees and roots and running far away from the danger.

You’ve no idea how far you’ve gone nor where you are, when your horse stumbles on the uneven ground, launching you off of her back and sending you flying into the woods.

Your head smashes against a tree and you tumble to the ground in a heap as the world around you fades to black.

~*~

You awake with a soft groan, your head pounding and your body aching.

It takes a moment for you to remember what happened, but when you do you’re lurching upright regardless of the pain in your head.

Instead of being on the forest floor, however, you’re in a soft bed. The sky is not above you, instead a roof is.

You push to your feet and examine yourself, noting the lack of bindings around your arms and no pain between your legs.

So you haven’t been taken by someone who wishes to do immediate harm to you, but that doesn’t mean that they won’t hurt you at some point.

After taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you slowly open the door, peaking around before fully emerging.

You’re alone.

You explore the small house, keeping your breathing light and your feet even lighter.

It has one bedroom, a small kitchen, and an even smaller bathroom.

Your sword and weapons are all piled on the kitchen table, filling your heart with glee. With quick fingers, you slide them all back into place and hold your sword tightly, then head to the front door.

As you’re about to leave, with one hand on the doorknob, the door gets pulled open from the outside.

A huge body steps through the doorway without noticing you, and then you’re colliding with a hard chest.

“Oof!” You exclaim, nearly tumbling to the floor.

A study arm wraps around your waist, keeping you steady, and then you’re pressed against a warm chest.

“Whoa, easy! You shouldn’t be moving too much! That wound on your head looks pretty bad, you must've hit it hard when you fell.” He slowly drops his arm from around your waist and steps around you to inspect the wound in question.

“I cleaned you as best as I could while keeping you decent and your modesty intact, but I gathered some clothes that used to belong to my sister, and I need only light the embers beneath the tub. Now that you’re awake, you can truly clean, I’m sure you must want to.”

You stand there in the doorway, absolutely flabbergasted as this man drones on and on.

He must not know who you are, then, you decide.

“Here, I'll show you the way.”

You already know the way to the bathroom, but you follow him anyway, leaving a wide berth in case he makes a hostile move.

“Who are you?” You ask skeptically, watching as he keeps his back to you, leaving him vulnerable. He must know how many weapons you have, for he’s the one who took them from you. So why is he trusting you like this?

“My name is James,” he says with a small smile thrown your way.

You nod slowly, assessing him carefully.

“I am (Y/n),” you reply after a moment, waiting for the pieces to click in his mind, for him to realize who you are and try to kill you, but he never does.

“It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/n). The water should warm up soon. Linger as long as you’d like, I’m going to be in the kitchen making some food and a nice warm cup of tea for you.”

He leaves immediately after, pulling the door shut behind him.

You wait for a lock to click, for footsteps to barge into the house, or for some sort of fire to start, but nothing happens.

You wait for half an hour, each second ticking slowly in your mind, your sword held tightly in your grasp. Eventually, you strip down to your white slip and step into the warm water, a dagger held in one hand and a washcloth in the other.

Maybe it is an ambush, but if it isn't, you don't want to waste this opportunity to clean yourself.

Throughout the entire bath, the door stays closed and nobody tries to enter. Not once.

Once you’re finished, you dress in the clothes he gave you. The dress is a little snug, but a tug on the stitches fixes that swiftly.

It’s nothing spectacular, but you can move comfortably and even fight in it if you need to.

With a dagger in one hand and your sword in the other, you slowly emerge from the bathroom and into the kitchen where James is seated, humming softly to himself.

“How are you feeling?” He asks once he notices your presence.

“Better. Thank you.”

He nods, that gentle smile on his face again.

He rises to his feet and motions to the chair across from where he was sitting, then turns and walks to the counter, “the water is still warm. I wanted to wait to have my own tea with you. I have so many questions for you.”

You watch intently as he pours two cups of tea, handing one to you and then sitting back down.

You wait until after he’s had a sip of his to have a sip of your own, and when the flavour hits your tongue you can’t help but relax a bit.

“It’s my mother’s recipe. She used to make it for my sister and me whenever we were sick or upset. I thought... it might make you feel better. I can’t imagine how scared you must’ve been, waking up in a strange place.”

You want to tell him that you weren’t scared, a warrior doesn’t feel fear, but instead, you take another sip of tea.

“What happened? I found you lying in the woods near the creek, a horse protecting you. It took me nearly ten minutes to tame it enough to check you for injuries. Where are you coming from? Your clothes aren’t from Lornilla and I’ve never seen a woman carry so many weapons before.”

His waterfall of questions gives you a few answers.

Your horse is safe, no one knows where you are, and you’ve wound up in the invading Kingdom of Lornilla.

“I am... not from around here. I travelled a great distance, and I was thrown from my horse when she tripped,” you offer only that as your explanation and he nods, beyond curious but not wanting to push you any farther.

“Where am I?” You ask, taking another sip of the tea and looking around the small house again.

“Just outside the village. If you follow the gravel road there it will take you to the heart of Lornilla, though I don’t recommend a woman such as yourself going there alone.”

Your brows draw together, “do you not think me capable of protecting myself?” You question, your ego bruised.

His eyes go wide and he’s quick to try and explain himself.

“N-No! I just... they don’t treat women well there, is all. ‘Specially not women who defend themselves. You look like a strong person, and, based on all the knives you have, I don’t doubt you could defend yourself, but it’s dangerous to speak against men, even as a man.”

Ah yes, the patriarchal ways of Lornilla rage on.

You have to hold back an eye-roll at the thought of such a useless Kingdom treating women terribly.

But that brings you to your situation now.

You remember the smell of smoke and the sound of screams as the Lornillian army invaded your kingdom.

You know not if your sisters survived, nor if your mother did. But, knowing your mother, you know that if she went down it was not without a fight.

“Are you all right?” James asks softly, worry pulling his brows together.

Why does this random stranger care so much?

“Why did you help me? Why not leave me in the forest?” You ask, ignoring his question.

“You... you were hurt. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“Why not? Anyone else would have. Or done worse, if we’re close to Lornilla.”

He nods, his lips pursed for a moment, “I’m not anyone else. I’m me. And I know that, were it my sister in your shoes, I’d hope someone would help her. You probably have a family... a husband... who would be terribly worried about you. I know that if I had a wife and she went out and were hurt... I’d want to know that there was a good person somewhere willing to help her.”

His answer surprises you and, as you look into his eyes, you see nothing but truth in them.

“I have no husband,” you tell him after a moment. “I know not if my family is alive. There very well could be no one looking for me...” your thoughts drift to Steve and your heart hurts a bit. “Does this change your thoughts at all? Knowing that you could do whatever you please with no consequences?”

A sour expression covers his face and he shakes his head, “It is not the consequences that stop me from doing terrible things, it’s the actions themselves.”

You watch him for a long moment, surprised and intrigued by him, his kindness, though you don’t fully trust it yet.

“If you do not have a husband, do you know anyone nearby? You must’ve been on your way somewhere, is there someplace I can direct you?” He asks gently.

You shake your head, a grey cloud darkening your mood as thoughts of your family fill your mind, worry tying a knot in your stomach.

“I... no. I don’t know anyone nearby. I don’t even know where I’m meant to go.”

He looks at you, at the way your shoulders slump forward slightly, your eyes draw down and defeat colours your tone, and he feels bad that there isn’t more he can do.

“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. I hope you don’t think I’m trying to make you leave. As long as you need, you may stay here.”

You smile gratefully at him, ignoring the stinging in your eyes.

“Thank you, James.”

~*~

#Bucky X reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky X reader au #bucky x reader royal au #farmboy!Bucky X reader #farmer!Bucky X reader #Bucky X princess!reader #farmboy!Bucky X princess!reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x reader royal au #Steve x reader #Steve Rogers x princess!reader #marvel fanfic #marvel au #royal au #nastybuckybarnes

[sebastianstansqueen]

Run

A/N: Um came up with this today, tell me what you think, i hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.  

Wordcount:  1,469

Warnings: Slight angst, I think thats it.

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The dark night sky with the moon and all the stars shining down at you, as dirt and leaves gather beneath your feet, you run for the docs to make your escape from your life. When there you walked to the end of the large pier and boarded a large ship.

  Ten Years Later

You stood looking out at your sea, now known as the captain of all seven seas, and a few other names, no one entered any water without your permission, not even royal ships. But today was a rare occasion where you see a ship with royal colors and a crest on the side that you didn’t remember signing a permission letter for. “Head for it.” You told one of your men. When this would happen you’d ransack the ship, take everything, kill someone as a warning and send the most important person back, as a way to warn them but not declare war. 

They tried to fight but it didn’t work out, your men brough two men on the ship where they had them  kneel in front of you. “Don’t you know that these are my waters?” You asked, liking a flair for the dramatic. 

They took the bags from over their heads, they were both equally handsome. “Don’t we have the right to sell the sea of our land?” The one with light hair and blueish green eyes asked. 

“Your land, the sea is my land, you don’t touch my borders, I don’t touch you.” You explained, it was knowledge to almost everyone. 

“Please don’t hurt us, I’m prince James Barnes, we mean no harm, and we didn’t know.” The other man told you. 

“James, who is your friend here, to that of your family?” You questioned. 

Both men stiffened. “He's a royal advisor.” James answered you. 

“Don’t worry James, your friend will be my warning, I don’t want to start a war, I just want to send a warning.” You pulled out your sword and held it under the blond’s chin. 

“Take me instead.” James interjects.

You looked at him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, your highness.” 

“Take me as a prisoner.” Was his response. 

You thought for a moment, contemplating the idea, you looked to one of the crew members for their thoughts on it, she shrugged at you. “I want to go see the king and queen myself.” You stated. “Sail for the docs.” You demand. 

“What are you going to do to us?” The blond inquired. 

You looked at the men. “We're going to see your king and queen about this deal.” You left them there heading to your quarters on the ship, getting in something less for plundering and pillaging. 

Your first mate, Natasha came to talk as you got dressed. “What if they recognise you?” She hissed. 

“They won't, I'm sure of it, I've never heard of the Barnes family, even then, so they shouldn’t know me.” You sighed as you tried tightening your outer corset. Over your shirt and skirt, you sheathe your sword and step out.

“What if they do and take you back?” She asked you. 

  “Then you know where to find me, and take me back as captain.” You replied making sure your hat was on correctly. “You're gonna die of worry if you don’t stop now, it’s never happened and it won’t happen. Now, let's go meet this King and Queen.” With the advisor and prince in hand you with some of your crew made your way to the castle. 

You got in the walls easily because of the man, and then were led to the throne room. “What is going on here?” The king’s voice boomed over the room. 

“Your son trespassed on my waters, with his advisor, I don’t seek war, but I seek some form of repayment.” You replied not bowing or anything. 

“I didn’t believe you're the pirate queen?” The king's brows furrowed. “I thought you were a myth.” 

“I prefer captain of the seven seas, but that's one of them, and, no I'm very real.” You smirked. “However your son doesn't seem to want me to hurt the dear secretary, he offered me himself but killing or just taking him would start that war I told you about.” 

“We won’t let you hurt him nor our secretary.” The Queen said. 

“I need something, in return, so that this doesn't happen again.” You hiss out. 

The king rolled his eyes. “We don’t listen to pirates, you are going to be lucky to keep your head in contact.” 

You pulled out the sword. “I may not want war but I will start it.” You held it at the prince’s throat. “So, give me gold or I'll kill your boy.” 

The king sighed. “Fine, how much do you want?” 

“Fifty thousand gold pieces.” You demand.

The king grumbled and nodded for someone to grab it, once it was all counted for in front of you, a victorious smile broke out on your lips. “If I find out you go onto my sea again without my signed permission, I’ll kill all of you.” You warned. 

“And how will you know?” The king asked. 

You smirked. “I have my ways, I am the captain of the seven seas after all.” 

After that, Bucky had become enamored by you, and that grew the concern of Steve. “You won’t see her again.” 

“I will, if I go back to sea.” Bucky smirked. 

“She’ll kill you and me and your family.” The blond warned. 

Bucky looked at him. “She won’t.” 

During those same weeks Natasha noticed you were off as well, always seeming to day dream. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked as you were off somewhere in your mind. 

“Nothing, why?” You asked. 

She glared at you. “No, you’re off somewhere else when you need to be here.” 

“I am here.” You rolled your eyes. 

She shook her head. “You're thinking of the stupid prince.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve got no time for prince’s.” You huff as you ready the ship for the south. 

Word spread soon to you that Prince James had been setting sail everyday, and you weren’t about to let that be, so you made your way back. Surely enough you saw the ship, and him, so you got him back in your grasp. “Do you think I am a lire?” You hissed. 

“I think you're an honest woman, you came back after all.” He shrugged. 

Your brows furrowed. “So you're an idiot, I thought Princes were literate.” 

“I am literate, but I also know that if I got you to come back I would see you again.” He admitted. 

“So you would have your family and yourself killed to see me again?” You asked. 

“I want to go with you, I want to see the world.” He explained. 

You shook your head. “Then see it, I’ll give my permission.” 

“Not on a royal boat, with men who have to go with me, I want to see you on your boat.” 

You scoffed and shook your head again. “Nope, I’m not taking you with me, I’d get killed and then you, goe back home, this is your last chance.” 

You left again, and the man reminded you in your mind you kept watch over the sea around the kingdom incase of the stupid prince decided to go back at sea, one night you left the boat, and went to land. Where James waited, the two of you had been sending letters. “Who are you really captain of the seven seas?” He asked you that night. 

“I can’t tell you that James.” You spoke softly.

He looked down at you as you both laid in the sad looking up at the moon and stars similar to the one all those years ago when you ran. “Why not, you know I don’t want to harm you.” 

“It's more than you hurting me, if I tell you,  if I tell you I don’t know if you’ll tell your parents.” You sighed. 

“They don’t know we’re even here. You could take me tonight and they wouldn’t know who did it.” He cupped your cheek. 

“I’d be the first they’d look into.” You smirked.

He shook his head. “I won’t tell them who you are.” 

You gave in. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n, my official title is princess of Asland, I-”

“Ran away ten years ago.” He finished. “I’ve heard all about you, why did you run?” 

“I didn’t want to be like my mother and her mother and so on, unhappy, not free, I’ve never returned and never will.” You shook your head. 

“What if someone goes to sea there?” He asked. 

“I don’t bother, I have someone else take care of it.” You replied. “I have a plan for everything.” 

#bucky x reader #prince bucky #pirate!bucky x reader #Prince!bucky x Pirate!reader #bucky x you #bucky x yn #royal!bucky #royal!reader #bucky barnes royalty au #bucky barnes #marvel #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky x reader royal au #bucky x reader oneshot

[buckrecs]

Hello! Do you perhaps have recommendations for Alpha!bucky?

Alpha!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

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[buckyalpine]

Yours to Claim

King!Bucky x reader

Warnings: angsty, SMUTT, flufff, Arranged marriage, virginity loss, marriage consummation, bit of bleeding, King Bucky is a sexy, loving, protective warning.

You stood in your new chambers, fidgeting with the lace of your dress, eyes flickering to the various pieces of art work that decorated the walls; moments earlier you had signed your life away to a man you had never met before in exchange for an alliance over war. 

A promise of peace if the two kingdoms united; an easy fix at no one’s expense. 

Except yours. 

You flinched at the sound of the door clicking shut, the king, and now your husband, silencing the hushed whispers on the other side before making his way over to you. Even if his advisors and servants were now quiet, you knew at least one would be lingering around the door way, listening.

Waiting.

You still hadn’t seen him properly, having kept your gaze down to mask the tears that had threatened to fall throughout the ceremony. To your surprise, he didn’t drag you to bed like you expected; instead he strode past and removed some of the many layers he wore for the ceremony before standing in front of you again. 

“I hope everything's been to your liking princess-” You were caught off guard with his question, your eyes flicking up, surprised to find soft blue ones looking down at you. “-and that you’ll be happy here” 

He cared about your happiness?

You nearly scoffed at the thought but his voice was sincere, not a hint of malice found. You hadn’t noticed before but he had a handsome face; a beautifully carved jaw under his his dark beard, delicately sharp nose, soft pink lips and if you looked for a moment to long, you’d get lost in his eyes. 

Shaking the thought away you focused back to the matter at hand. It had to happen one way or another. You agreed to this for your kingdom, there was no point in having second thoughts now.

“They’ll be expecting us to...” Your voice trailed off, glancing off to the side at the large bed that was set in the middle of the spacious room, soft silken sheets and thick lush pillows neatly arranged by the castle maids. You knew how this worked. Love and affection didn’t matter, your marriage wouldn’t be considered legitimate until...

And if you didn’t-

One day you were living your life, preparing for the day you’d have the throne and now you were here.

To be seen in a way no one else ever had.

Touched in places no one dared lay their hands on.

You were now his property. 

You tried to push the anxiety that started to claw at your mind, making your way over to the bed and sitting up right as you were taught, waiting for the man you were now tied to, to consummate the marriage. Your breath hitched as you felt the bed dip down beside you from where the king sat, surprised to feel his warm hand gently lay on top of yours, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“Princess we don’t have t-

“I want to” you tried to sound confident but your voice wavered, your breath hitching again when he tilted your chin to look at him, your eyes struggling to hold his gaze. 

“This is my kingdom” he said with a firmness that was not directed at you but rather towards the distain he had for the rules that had put you in such a position in the first place, “I’d never force you to do anything, princess” The slight growl in his voice made your heart skip a beat; yet again, there was only sincerity in his words.

However, it was far more complicated for you.  

You didn’t want to fail the very duties that had been instilled in you from the day you were born, not wanting the sacrifice you made for your family to go to in vain if anyone dared question the fulfilment of your wedding night. 

“I want this” You looked directly at him with confidence but your eyes gave away your vulnerability.

“Then I’ll make it good for you, pretty one” He murmured, the pulse in your veins quickening when his hands came to cup your cheek as he moved you to lay down on his bed. He carefully tugged at the ribbons of your corset, freeing you from the constricting garment and tossing it aside before slipping off the rest of your dress. You felt exposed, lying bare against the cool sheets while he undressed himself; you couldn’t help but glance over at his toned body as he discarded his own clothes, corded muscles running under tan skin, scars from battle decorating his body  

The worst was the scarring along his left shoulder, angry jagged lines running from his neck to his shoulder blade, some of the scars extending to his chest and arm. There were divots in his skin from where the cuts ran deeper than others. 

 It made him beautiful.

You looked away as his pants fell around his ankles leaving him in his all naked glory, feeling hot under his gaze. You instinctively squeezed tightly together, arms draped across your naked chest to cover your modesty. Your eyes were trained on the tapestry that was hung across the room, biting your lip when you felt him crawl onto the bed, kneeling before you, his knees on either side of your legs, bare skin touching yours. 

“You’re allowed to look, princess” The king smirked at your flustered state, “I belong to you just as much” 

You swallowed thickly, flicking your eyes back to him, involuntarily gripping the sheets finally seeing all of him from his long dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders, his frame broad and solid. A shiver ran down your spin as you continued to trail your eyes further down to his thick length, veins running along the shaft, curved towards him. 

You were confused  as he moved to lay down beside you, having expected him to lie on top instead but he didn’t; instead he kept his eyes locked with yours, moving your arm to uncover your breasts. You held your breath as he laid them aside, your nipples peaking against the cool air, still waiting for him to shove your legs apart and take what he wanted. 

“You’re sure, princess?” He whispered, his face by yours, letting his warm hand rest on your tensed stomach, humming when you hesitantly nodded. 

You bit a gasp as his fingers trailed down your body, coaxing your thighs apart, softly caressing the sensitive flesh as you tried to squeeze your legs together. He let out a soft chuckle, moving your thighs apart again, your eyes growing wide when his fingers dipped into your folds, smearing the slick that started to pool between your legs.

“I- you shouldn’t-” You didn’t understand what he was doing, your mind reeling when he moved his fingers close to where you were more sensitive, making it harder for you to control the noises that wanted to slip through. 

“I should know every part of my wife” He trailed his fingers back up, watching you intently, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk when he brushed over your swollen bundle of nerves, a gasp escaping you when he pressed his fingers tips against it, “Her most sacred places” 

Your breaths quickened, your walls quivering with need, a feeling you had never experienced before, already melting into the pleasure he was giving you. 

“I made a promise to take care of you” he started to rub soft circles around your clit, humming and the moan you tried to bite back, your lip caught between your teeth. He pulled his hand away from your soaked cunt, his thumb still glistening with your arousal tugging down on your lip making you gasp. 

“You don’t ever have to silence yourself with me princess” His voice dropped an octave, jaw clenched, the meaning behind his words deeper than wanting to hear how pretty you sounded as he pleasured you. He caressed down your body till he found your clit again, rubbing you with such care, building a steady rhythm that had all your nerves lit on fire. A coiling pleasure wound tighter and tighter with each stroke of his fingertips. 

“You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched” His hands had seen war, violence and bloodshed, scars and callouses evidence of his bravery and fierce loyalty to his kingdom. 

And now to you.

“Such softness deserves to be loved” he whispered, dipping his head down to your chest, taking your nipple between his lips, gently suckling while continuing to rub slow deliberate circles around your clit. “And worshipped” 

Your body moved on its own, your thighs spreading apart, giving him more access to you, your back arching off the bead, needy moans and whimpers filling the room as he switched to your other breast. 

“Ooh-it feels-mmphh-” You couldn’t formulate words, hands blindly gripping at the sheets, squirming as he rubbed faster, a fiery pleasure starting to crawl down your spine. You could feel his hard length press against your thigh, your fingers twitching to wrap around him and soothe the ache of his swollen cockhead, his pink tip wet and leaking. He noticed your gaze flick down before looking away, loving your sweet innocence. 

“You’re allowed to touch me, princess” He murmured against your cheek, taking your hand, trailing it between your bodies, moving it to wrap around his thick length. He moved your hand along his velvety shaft, his cock hard and throbbing against in your soft palm, “Every part of me is yours now too”  

You let out a whimper, hesitantly dragging your hand up and down, learning to build a rhythm he seemed to respond to, listening to the low grunts and groans he made when you twirled your hand around the tip before stroking all the way back down to the base. 

“Is-is this okay” Had he not been right beside you, he would have missed the whisper of your voice, a smile gracing is lips as you awaited his answer. 

“Of course, princess” James rubbed tighter circles around you, determined to get you make you shatter in pleasure before taking you apart all for himself, wanting every intimate moment you spent with him pure bliss for you. You signed your life to him; he was going to cherish that in every way possible.  

“oh-please-p-please!” Your eyes rolled back, your clit swelling as warmth began to spread throughout your body, the coil ready to snap, just a bit more- “Please-” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, your body chasing the building pressure that was holding you right over the edge. You found yourself tugging and stroking him faster, coaxing him to move closer, guiding him to where you needed him most, your cunt clenching, making a mess all over the sheets. His hips rutted in your hand as he slotted himself between your legs, keeping his body weight off you, propped on one arm as he lay above you. 

“Please?” Your eyes were glassy, skin hot, a concoction of nervousness, excitement, lust and desire coursing through you as you moved your hands to grip onto his thick shoulders. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” His hand softly petted your hair, eyes swimming with concern, the blunt tip of his cock throbbing against your leaking cunt.

“Take me” you whispered, feeling your heart rate quicken when he reached down between your bodies to line himself up, pressing against your entrance. You whimpered, letting your nails dig into his skin at the burn, feeling his the tip of his cock push into you, stretching your tight cunt apart. 

“Shhhhh” He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pushed in further, trailing kisses down your nose to your lips, your grip nearly breaking the skin on his back. “I won’t hurt you princess”  

You could feel his back muscles tense, focused on filling you slowly, finally joining together in a way that made you husband and wife.

“J-James” You didn’t even consider that you’d called him by his named instead of title, too lost in the feeling of him claiming you, hot pain and pleasure radiating through your body at the foreign sensation. 

“I know, I know” he nodded against your neck, his cock splitting you open further, wider at the base. “Breathe, breathe, I have you” He could feel your pussy flutter and squeeze his length, trying to accommodate for his girth. He pulled away from your neck to brush the hairs that clung to your forehead, his thumb gently smoothing the crease between your brows. 

“Look at me princess” he whispered against your lips as your cracked your eyes open, the sting slowly melting when you got lost under his blue gaze. He kissed your temple, lips pressed against your skin, your own nails clawing into his back as he fully sheathed himself inside you. 

“May I?” He asked, giving you time to adjust to the feeling, only beginning to slowly rock his hips when you nodded, your legs moving to wrap around his waist, thighs squeezing his tapered waist. 

“Feels-good” You let out a breathy moan, your legs trembling as he barely pulled out, pressing his cock in as deep as it would go, pushing you into the mattress. You clung around his body as he let his weight drop on you, keeping you covered under him while moving faster, his hand coming to lace with yours. 

“So good to me” He rasped, squeezing your hands in his, moaning when he felt your pussy pull him right back in every time he pulled away. It was like you were made for him, every curve and dip of your body molded perfectly with his, your tight wet heat swallowing him entirely, taking every inch he was willing to give you. “You’re mine now”

“No one’s ever going to hurt you princess” His eyes hardened making your cheeks heat up under his protective gaze, dark hair falling around you in a curtain of intimacy. Your family may have married you off to bring peace to the land but he was not going to use that to his advantage to use you. He would take care of you and treat you like the queen you were, protecting his newest most prized treasure.  You mewled against his lips, a stray tear slipping past your eyes, his lips kissing them away, a stark contrast to the way his cock was hitting deeper in your cunt, kissing your cervix as he fucked into you. 

“I promise” he kissed your wrist, before pinning it against the mattress beside your head, thrusting faster, your moans loud enough to let the next kingdom over know you were at your husbands complete mercy in the most intimate and primal way possible.  

“James-James-please-I” Your chest was pressed against his, eyes pleading for your release. He groaned, angling his hips to rub sensitive spot deep inside you making you see stars, spots starting to cloud your vision, the band ready to snap again. He panted, working his hips faster, rolling them, coaxing you further and further to the edge. He could feel his own orgasm ready to burst, gritting his teeth, determined to take care of yourself before giving into his own. 

“Let go my princess, let go for me, I have you” 

“JAMESS” 

He held you tightly as you fell apart on his cock, moaning at the sting of your nails dragging down his body. Your cunt milked and squeezed him, desperate for him to give you everything drop he had. He wrapped his arms around your body, tucking his face against your neck, sinking his teeth into your soft flesh, unable to hold back when he felt your hands card through his hair, softly grazing his scalp before giving it a gentle tug. 

“Let-let go for me” You whispered softly in his ear, wanting him to know you accepted him just as much as he accepted you, needing him to understand you saw him as your husband, not just your king. “My James” 

“My princess” He groaned against your skin, pushing himself as deep as your body would allow, hot spurts of his seed filling you till it dripped onto the sheets. He continued to softly rut into you, riding through both your highs until he was spent, his cock beginning to soften inside you. 

“I have you, I have you angel” He whispered, rubbing up and down your back, his nose buried in your hair, kissing down the column of your neck to your shoulders. “Do you feel alright” 

You whimpered at the loss of him as he pulled out, a dull soreness beginning to settle between your legs. Your eyes grew wide at the dots of red that stained the sheets, pouting when you felt a loss of warmth as your husband sat up. 

“Lie down angel” He cooed, moving you to lay on his side of the bed and tucking you under the plush sheet before swinging his long legs to the edge of the bed. You reached out for him, your fingers softly grasping at his wrist, wanting to feel him hold you when you felt so vulnerable. 

“But-”

“I’m going to take care of your princess. I told you, you’re mine now. Mine to care for” He made his way over to the water that was set aside in the room, dipping a clean cloth to dampen it before making his way back over to you. He carefully wiped you down, between sweet words of how he’d forever put you first, a vow he made when he agreed to marry you. He wiped away the tears that spilled down your cheeks before getting up again to toss away the cloth. 

He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, his skin now decorated with new marks left by you, a proud smirk gracing his lips, happy to add a scar, this battle being his favorite one of all. 

The one to your heart. 

One he’d have to earn with patience and love, this night being the first of many. 

“The sheets-” You blinked up at him as he slipped between the covers, pulling you to his chest, cocooning you in his warmth. 

“Will be for my eyes only” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, deciding he’d only allow your ladies in waiting to ever enter the chambers, ones that were loyal to you and that you trusted. “You’ll be safe with me” 

You relaxed in his hold, closing your eyes and falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart, the anxieties that clawed at your chest disappearing into the night, your heart melting for the man you now were honored to call yours. 

The king.

Your James. 

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[fandoms-writings]

Okokok so this could be for knight bucky 👀

(if reader is like a queen or princess), Bucky is in charge of your safety, he's always near and one day he escorts you to the gardens for a walk and him and reader are alone and he's so tempted to grab your hand!!!! It's aching to know what it's like to feel your skin against his (hand scene from Pride and prejudice iykyk🤭)

carrot you genius

i definitely followed this prompt pretty loosely and it kinda took on a form of it's own but i hope you enjoy it <3

Yes, Your Grace

Part 2 | Series Masterlist

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Queen!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but that's honestly about it.

You never lasted too long at galas, especially when they weren't in your own kingdom. 

Not having the familiarity of your staff. The smell of salt in the air as the ocean breeze washed in through your open corridor. The certain click of your shoes against the marble floors. It was all yours and safe and commonplace. 

Being in someone else's kingdom, at an event where everyone wants a chance to dance with the unwed queen was exhausting. You almost never left the dance floor with how many suitors were trying to win you over, to take the seat of King next to you. You never enjoyed any of them though. You knew they were just in it for the title, the power. Most of them not believing you should be able to rule on your own. That it was sacrilege that you still remained unwed. 

But you put on a brave face, a large fake smile to appease them and to keep the peace. If you didn't provoke them, it gave them no reason to storm your castle's walls. 

The exhaustion was evident on your face as James watched you from the sidelines. He was to have eyes on you at all times, especially since you weren't in your own home. He was your protector, hand picked by your father before he passed to be your personal knight until you relieved him or reassigned him. You had yet to do either in the five years he'd been by your side. 

His armor clinked as he made his way to you, mindful not to bump into anyone with the bulky metal. Expertly moving through the sea of royals, he paced his steps with the musicians playing in the corner - he'd practiced this dance with you too many times to count. You'd wanted a partner to brush up on your skills and you'd asked him one day during your breakfast. That was the closest he'd ever been to you for that long.

Your dance partner spun you out from their arm and towards James, who gave you a knowing look when you spotted him. He smirked at the pleading in your eyes and quickened his pace, stopping next to you. 

"Pardon me, Lord Wilson, I was wondering if I could steal her grace for a moment," He requested, the tone in his voice really leaving no room for argument. He watched as you curtsied and the lord bowed to you before you turned and grabbed James's elbow, allowing him to lead you outside. 

"I thought you might like a breath of fresh air," He leaned down a bit so you could hear his whispers as you passed other attendants. "I could tell you weren't enjoying the way Lord Wilson was spinning you around the floor. 

The noise that left your lips was a mix between a scoff and a laugh and it pulled James lips into a smile as he looked down at you. 

Your hand slipped from his elbow and he let you walk just a step in front of him. You glanced over your shoulder, "I appreciate the concern, as always, Sir James." 

"I thought we discussed this," He started, following you as you wandered the gardens that, in his opinion, could never rival your own, "I requested you not to call me James."

"You did," You smirked, stopping at a stone railing that overlooked the small pond as you turned to face him entirely, leaning against the stone, "but I do love seeing you in a fit over it." 

"I'd hardly call me reminding her highness of my request a fit," He chuckled as he stood just out of reach, which you took notice of. You always did. 

"Why are you standing over there," you asked, your smile slipping, "I won't bite." 

He gave you an easy smile, soaking in your attention, basking in it. 

It wasn't that you never gave it to him or that you were stingy with it. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You were always speaking with him. He accompanied you everywhere you went, so why wouldn't you? What kind of queen would you be if you didn't speak with your personal knight at all while he protected you? 

You two had grown close over the years, your relationship becoming more of one between friends rather than one of subordinate and superior. And James didn't mind one bit. He'd never tell anyone, for risk of being reassigned away from you, but he loved you. 

He was in love with you. 

He had been for years and it was one of the many reasons that he was so persistent about protecting you, even when you told him to get some rest - he'd just sit on the floor outside your chamber doors those nights. You started having Steve switch with him at night so he could sleep too, but he'd only sleep for a handful of hours and get washed up before coming back to switch again. 

You held your hand out to him, waiting for his gloved fingers to gently grasp yours. He did so, but at the expense of the tug in his chest. 

In all his years of serving you, he'd never touched you. He always made sure something was between the two of you, his gloves, your fur coat, something. 

It wasn't that he didn't want to touch you, he was actually dying to do so. He dreamed of the day that he could feel your skin against his, but he didn't want to taint your perfectly smooth complexion with his dirtied callouses. You deserved someone with a softer touch than his own. You deserved someone's hands who hadn't been covered in blood and dirt and grime and sin. 

He let you guide him to stand next to you, waiting for you to drop his hand, but you continued to hold on to it, absently fiddling with the leather covering his skin. God, what he wouldn't do to be able to actually hold your hand. To brush elbows. To feel your fingers on his arm as he led you around town. 

"Jamie?" He glanced up from your fingers to see you staring at the still water of the pond. 

"Yes, your highness?" 

It was a moment before you responded, but you didn't look over at him. Instead, you gazed down at the stone under your fingertips, scratching your nail along its surface - something he knew you did when you were nervous. 

"Do you think they're right?" If he hadn't been waiting with baited breath, he would've missed the question with how quiet you were. He figured you didn't want anyone else hearing your conversation so he dipped his head lower towards your ear. 

"What about?" 

"About me," You glanced up at him then, causing his heart to almost leap out of his chest. He'd never been close like this. Close enough to speak in hushed tones, sure, but never enough to see the details in your irises, the individual lashes that brushed against your cheeks when you blinked. "Do you agree that I'm some - some mad woman to not be married? To not have a husband to do the ruling while I give him heirs?" 

"Well," he started, testing the waters and giving your fingers a gentle squeeze, "I guess that depends on why you have yet to wed someone." 

You were silent at that as you refused to look away, but you squoze his fingers back, gripping his hand as you pulled it closer to you. 

He wanted to pull away from you, surely this close proximity would bring more talk about you to the other royals. Someone of your standing shouldn't be this close to him, holding his hand, noses almost touching. 

Yet, here you were. 

"I fear someone may already have my heart," You stated, glancing between his eyes. A pit formed in his chest and he had to ignore the ache as he steadied his breathing. 

Of course you had your eye on someone. With as many potential suitors as you had, how could you not already have a certain person in mind? But that left the question - why hadn't you wed them yet? Surely, whoever had caught your eye would be pleased to wed you. Who wouldn't was the better question. 

"Why haven't you wed them yet, your grace?" He gruffly asked, swallowing down the sudden surge of emotion in his throat. He was your personal knight - he couldn't let something like this break him down. Especially when you were not within your own palace walls. He had to remain calm and collected, at least until you retired for the evening. Then he could let the cracks spread until morning. 

You tipped your head down to look at his chest as you placed your free hand over the armor there, your nails gently tapping against the metal. "That's a sensitive conversation that shouldn't be held outside of our home walls, don't you think?" 

You looked back up at him, almost craning your neck with your proximity. He nodded, dazed at how your voice sounded when you said 'our home.' It wasn't the first time you'd referred to it like that, you did both live there. But there was something about the way your voice lightened when you said it. Like it was lifting a weight off your chest saying you wanted to tell him your secret. And though he may not be ready to hear who'd stolen your affections, a sense of pride filled him. You trusted him enough to tell him this secret of yours. 

And even if he wasn't ready to hear it, he'd protect that secret with his life if need be. Because it'd be for you.

He nodded, muttering a word of agreement and you smiled, but it lingered longer than usual. The corners of your mouth stayed lifted as you pried your gaze from his and released his hand, turning back to the path. You took a couple steps away before looking back over your shoulder at him, your smile ever-present. 

"Let us go home, shall we?" You asked. 

He shoved his nerves down as far as they'd go, steeling himself in preparation for your secret, and nodded once.

"Yes, your grace." He stepped away from the pond to follow you to the waiting carriage. 

He knew the time would come when you'd find a proper suitor, he couldn't expect you to stay unwed forever. 

He just didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did.

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[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter 1

“Your father demands an audience with you,” a droll voice said from the doorway of your dayroom. You lifted your eyes from the book in your lap and fixed the man with a scowl. He looked ridiculous in red velvet pants with gold piping. You hated the livery your father had his staff wear. It was neither practical nor attractive but it served well to display his wealth and, god forbid, taste. If one could call that taste.

“And I would like to slay a dragon but that won’t happen anytime soon,” you muttered under your breath levelling him with a sweet smile to make up for your earlier scowl. It wasn’t this man’s fault that you hated your father. It was your father’s fault.

“He’s rather insistent milady,” the voice said. He sounded weary, and you suspected he was rather bored. You were bored yourself but you didn’t want them to know that.

“I’m busy myself,” you lied smoothly. The man, slim and in his fifties with deep set eyes, let a flicker of annoyance pass his face. You didn’t recognise him, but he continued to stare stubbornly. Sighing you stood up and fixed your hair in the looking glass, brushed creases out of your dress and picked up the novel you had been reading. You darnt leave it lying around. Your father encouraged you to read this muck, yes, but you made sure there was proper reading within its covers. A pamphlet outlining changes to a tax law on tobacco would be frowned upon.

He had this ridiculous notion that women who read romance novels knew how to take care of a husband. The last thing you wanted was a husband like those described in the novels, or a man like your father or brothers.

“Milady, if you please,” the man said again, his voice thinning on patience.

“Alright!” You snapped as you turned and headed out the doorway, not bothering to wait for him. You knew the trail to your father’s study well, knew all the shortcuts and quick escapes, so naturally, you took the long way.

Around you portraits of your ancestors peered down their noses as you and you resisted the childish urge to stick your tongue out at them. You slowed a few times to peer out the windows but you could delay no longer.

Your father, King Howard, a greying man in his sixties, was waiting for you behind a large oak desk that had suffered garish carvings before being placed here, another symbol of his wealth and power. Beside him stood your brother Tony, his heir. It was no secret that Tony was your father’s favourite child. Everyone had assumed that, as the only daughter, you would also be favoured, but this wasn’t so. You weren’t the sweet child he dreamed of; instead you were strong willed and wild, defying him at his every turn. Your education was still a sore point for you both; he felt you had received too much, you felt you didn’t receive enough.

“Father,” you dipped your chin slightly, knowing he preferred when women curtsied to him, but today it seemed as he had more pressing matters than dredging up old fights. You stood in the centre of the plush rug that lay before the desk letting your heels sink in deep, hoping to damage the carpet.

Tony scowled at you, he’d always had some sort of resentment towards you, and you often wondered if it was because you were a girl and perhaps he was worried that he would no longer be your fathers favourite. That resentment turned to distaste at the way you acted with your father.

“Daughter,” your father said, his voice weary, and you knew he was expecting a fight. “You’re to be married.”

You pursed your lips; it was rare that your father got straight to the point. You filed this away to examine later.

“Married. I’m barely nineteen,” you said. Marriage was not what you wanted from life. To have children to a man who wouldn’t love you, to a man like your father who’d had three wives, who’d driven your own poor mother to despair with his appetite for other women.

“And if I’d had my way you would have been married three years ago but your mother pleaded with me…” He sighed deeply, no doubt looking for sympathy for having another dead wife. You had none to give; he had driven your mother to the grave.

“Does my husband have a name or shall he remain anonymous until I meet him at the alter?” You asked.

“Husbands,” your father moved something on his desk then shuffled some papers. He was nervous, you thought, very unlike him.

“Husbands? Plural?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed. You know of the alliance between King James and King Steven,” Howard said.

Everyone knew of their alliance; it had caused quite the scandal three years ago when they wed and decided to unite their countries. They had once been one land and very few people residing there resisted, but kingdoms such as your fathers and that of your neighbours such as the Odinsons had been most wary.

It seemed your father had found a way to protect himself yet again.

You knew all about the neighbouring kingdom of Farotaide, it was part of your education to be up to date on this. The kings lived in a large castle at the edge of the woods on a cliff overlooking the sea. It was said to be beautiful.

Farotaide was a cold place, with sharp winds even in the summertime, and prone to snow half the year round. The people ruled under the kings were hardened, warriors, blacksmiths and butchers, crops were grown, winter crops consisting mostly of root vegetables and potatoes, all the year round. They were a harsh people and the women fought as quickly as the men did. Their ale was bitter and their wine sour, but they were clever engineers, and they had a lot of land and forest under their control. This would be a strategic union.

But you would be wife to two husbands. How would that even work? They would be twice as demanding of you, but then, knowing what you did about their culture and society, it was worth the gamble. Perhaps you wouldn’t fight, and instead agree to this union.

“I agree,” you said after a moment’s pause. Tony scowled, expecting a fight he didn’t receive, and even her father looked shocked for half a second.

“Oh, that’s good then, I’m sure you have a lot to prepare, you will be married soon no doubt, there’s little point in dallying with these things,” he said clearly dismissing you.

You did not go back to your rooms, instead you went to the library, and headed into the map room from there. You found Farotaide easily, they controlled about a third more land than your father. There were notes on climate, terrain, population, and agriculture and battle tactics on the margins. You studied until you needed to change for dinner.

Your father sat at the head with his sons around him, Tony to his right with his new wife Pepper clutching his hand like a sheep. You hated her, hated them all as they discussed your upcoming nuptials. “The Kings will be here next week, and all being well, you’ll be married within the month,” your father said clasping his hands together.

“I’ll be going to live with them I assume.” You said as you pushed the food around your plate. You had lost interest in your food.

“Of course.” Your father said.

“Then I’ll need a new wardrobe,” you said.

Tony snorted and Pepper covered her mouth to hide a laugh. “Another excuse to spend father’s money,” he said.

“No, but Brooklyn where the keep their kingdom seat is located is a much colder climate than ours, I don’t think delicate silken dresses will do me much good in the winter do you father?” You said smiling at him. The pale blue dress you wore now was a favourite, but it wasn’t practical for where you were going.

“Our father is already putting up a dowry just to get rid of you, and paying for your wedding nuptials. I doubt he’ll be dressing you after next week. Let your husbands take care of it,” Tony said tossing his napkin onto his plate and leaning back in his chair.

“Someday, my dear Tony, father will be dead, and this will be your land, your home, your very table. And someday, dear brother, I’ll sit here at this very table, and I’ll embarrass you in front of your peers as you wish to embarrass me in front of my new family. It would be insulting to send me there without appropriate attire, I will not start my marriage on an insult,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, do shut up sister.” Tony said standing up.

“I’m bored of this anyway,” you said standing too. “I’m afraid I feel one of my headaches coming on, father, I shan’t be good company this evening. I’ll head back to my bedroom and take a long rest.”

“Off you go out of my sight,” Your father snapped. Tony spoke loudly.

“I hope the kings at least gets one good son out of her before she turns into a simpering mess,” he said. Everybody laughed and you clenched her fists. You paused, took a deep breath, and smiled sweetly as you walked to your room, already plotting your revenge.

Your father, you believed, informed his friends and allies before he informed the Two Kings that their proposal, and thus their alliance, had been accepted.

There was to be a Royal Wedding and it would be a glorious affair. Afterall it is not often that a princess marries two kings at once!

The Wakandans were first to arrive, followed by the Odinsons two days later. You watched the pomp and ceremony from your room, your father and brothers were keen to greet their neighbours, to use this social event to network. It made you sick to your stomach to see them act so, but you lifted your chin, hardened your eyes, and gave your guests that tight, slight smile that your mother taught you so many years ago.

More prestigious guests arrived, each trying to outdo the last with their opulence, but the worst was King Howard insisting that everyone wear their best, that his whores were well hidden and that you stayed as the meek and dutiful daughter before everyone.

Noticeably absent was your intended husbands, and your father was insistently vocal about this. You couldn’t recall ever meeting any nobles from Farotaide, but you were eagerly curious to see how they arrived. You wondered what sort of spectacle they would bring; clearly, they wanted to make an arrival and cause a scene. You were beginning to regret agreeing so easily. Eventually you decided them arrogant and rude, they clearly had little interest in getting to know you prior to the nuptials.

You were preparing for bed when you heard it, a deep rumble like thunder in the distance.

Wrapping your favourite wool cloak around your shoulders you made her way down the servants’ staircases and headed through the kitchens and outside to the battlements. Beside you one of your fathers’ watchers shifted nervously as he peered into the darkness. A mass of black was streaming towards you in a line, loud thunderous thuds carrying through the dark night. For a moment you feared you were under attack until a cloud shifted, and moonlight drenched across meadows around your father’s palace.

Two hundred men and women galloped towards you on horseback.

They stopped, preparing to make camp and a small party moved forward while the rest effortlessly blended into the trees that lined the meadows. You made your way to the courtyard, your soft soles quiet on the dry cobblestones, trying to keep a smile off your face. You liked the entrance the Northerners had made in contrast to the grandeur and finery everyone else made. They weren’t showing off, and you had the feeling they didn’t need to, this was just how they operated. Suddenly your anger at them turned to amusement.

“And you are?” A guard was saying, his tone tight. His knuckles were white as he gripped the spear in his hand, and you could help but think the foolish weapon looked useless to these warriors.

“James Barnes, my husband, Steve Rogers.” A gruff voice said. You quickened her step towards the gates to get a better look at the two men.

“We weren’t expecting you now,” the guards voice said.

“When did you expect us?” Steve asked, his voice louder than James.

“Daylight hours, I’d imagine,” you spoke up taking pity on the guard. You stepped forward and pulled your cloak around your throat. Both men met your eyes, and the shiver that ran down your spine was not entirely due to the cold.

“Well, we’re here now,” James said with a sly curl of the lips.

“Indeed, you are. Have someone announce to King Howard that his wayward guests have arrived,” the gatekeeper commanded giving you the stink eye. You couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out at him, but Steve’s voice distracted you. You didn’t miss the short smile the two men shared at your behaviour.

“We are at a disadvantage. You know who we are, but we have no idea who you are,” Steve spoke up. You stepped back as the small band of men and their horses made their way inside the castle walls.

You toyed with the idea of stringing them along and telling the men you were someone else, but you decided on straight up honesty. It wouldn’t do to start their relationship on that sort of note.

“I’m to be your wife, or so I’m told,” you said. James glanced down at you. He was tall, broad shouldered and terribly handsome with a few days’ worth of dark stubble on his chin. His eyes looked blue in the dim torchlight but you liked what she saw. Steve on the other hand sat taller on his horse. He didn’t seem as thick as James but he had a full head of thick blond hair and a well grown beard.

“Ah, our wife you say?” James said with a coy smile. Your heart fluttered a little, people rarely looked at her like that, but James’ eyes were raking your body, and while Steve kept more reserved he was just as curious you could tell.

“Why did you arrive at dark?” You asked curiously. Steve stared at you for a second but a voice behind you interrupted them.

“Please ignore my silly little sister, she has no manners. My name is Tony, I’ll be inheriting, I’m to be your brother in law.” Tony said pushing past Lydia to shake James’s hand. James, who was still holding the reins of his massive horse, looked from Tony’s face to his hand and back again before turning to you.

“I like the dark,” James said ignoring the horse nosing at his arm. Behind him Steve made a noise you didn’t understand, and you didn’t miss the flicker of something in James’ eyes.

“The stables are this way. Our grooms can take care of your horses.” Tony said pushing past you to gain attention.

“We’ll take care of our own horses, he had the decency to carry me here without complaint, it’s the least I can do.” Steve corrected Tony but he was looking at you. “I always take care of what’s mine.”

“Good, I like a man who knows what he’s doing.” You smirked, and when both men smiled at you, you realised that your heart was racing.

“Stop being vulgar and go away,” Tony hissed in your ear, his eyes flashing dangerously in the moonlight.

“I think I prefer her company to yours,” James said bluntly. You almost laughed aloud at the rage building on Tony’s face.

“Oh, I know where I’m not wanted,” you said in a teasing voice, shooting a wink at James as you turned on your heel and headed back inside. Perhaps leaving the two Kings to your brother’s attentions was a poor strategic move but you were sure you they would understand. It didn’t do for a princess to stand outside in the night talking to her betrothed. As you slid into bed you smiled, wondering what the next days would bring.

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[warriorofthought]

Dragon racing

Summary: You and prince Bucky decided to do a dragon race.

Word count: 2.641

Warnings: no one

Prince Bucky x Princess Reader 

The people of your kingdom were mad with joy that the strange but beloved Prince Bucky was coming to your kingdom. 

The day the prince descended from the sky on his dragon Belrath, shaking the earth and flattering your mother with compliments, you felt annoyed.

Seeking comfort and peace, for the first time in the hours since his arrival, you went to the Mountain of Snowflakes.

What you didn't know was that the object of your wrath was just a few feet away in the shadows.

"I see you have taken a liking to my favorite resting spot."

The prince's familiar voice spoke to you as he leaned against the wall, his bluish eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It's nice here. Quite and an amazing sight" you answer.

"I don't often get visitors to my little hideaway. I like that you found it." The Prince spoke warmly, the corners of his lips curling in a smile.

"You are a Skylar, the symbol on your jacket is your family wappen, correct?"

"yes" you nod.

"And who may I have the pleasure of speaking with?" he took a few steps closer, his eyes scanning them up and down.

"Y/n" you answer simply.

Bucky paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing at the recognition.

"Ah yes, you are the daughter of Queen Rajendra?"

You nod confirming.

"I've heard quite a bit about you."

His smile returned.

"What are you doing with yourself up here? It's nice to see you are out of your mother's shadow."

"what have you heard?" You ask slightly curious.

A slight twinkle appeared at the corner of his eyes as he looked down at you.

“I heard you’re quite feisty.”

"Yeah, it can be true" you answer.

“A trait we both seem to share.” Bucky spoke softly into the shadow.

His eyes trailed over you lightly, but you saw him smirk.

“You do have a bit of a reputation.”

"Have I ? Which one?" You ask and walk over to a dragon who was watching you both.

The massive beast shifted its weight, its eyes narrowed in curiosity as it regarded you.

Bucky's eyes remained on the pair of you for a few moments, before he spoke again.

"The one that you're a bit of a wild thing. That, and you're a troublemaker." he teased.

"But it's nice to talk to someone who isn't afraid to be bold." he added with a sly smile.

You chuckle " I don't make so much trouble" you say sarcastic.

"I don't believe that for a second."

He leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.

"So, why the sudden interest in a place like this? Are you looking for a bit of trouble to stir?" He couldn't help but smirk.

"Maybe. Do you want to race with me, a dragon race?" You ask with a mischief gaze at him.

Bucky’s smile only grew wider as he considered the offer.

“Well now that’s an offer I can’t refuse, though you do know my dragon is faster, don’t you?”

"oh, don't underestimate my dragon, I think he can keep up with your dragon, maybe even a little bit more." You say with a smirk.

“Very well, let’s see if this little dragon can keep up with my Belrath.”

Bucky’s face broke out into a devilish grin.

“I won’t be too easy on you.” he added with that same mischievous tone.

"don't be. That wouldn't be funny"

Bucky shrugged and turned abruptly, beginning to walk out of the massive cavern.

"Belrath is waiting outside."

He turned his shoulder to see if you were following.

You follow him and as you walk outside you call your big ice dragon.

For a moment, Bucky stares over at you and your massive dragon. If he was impressed by the sight then he didn't show it, however, a slight smirk was still evident on his lips.

"I have to say, I've never raced against an icy dragon before."

He mounted Belrath and waited for you to do the same.

You chuckle " it would be funny" you say and smirk then you sit up on icefire.

"Well, I suppose we should get started then, unless you want to back out?"

He smirked widely, watching you mount Icefire. Belrath rumbled a low grumble- as if to say they wanted the race to begin as well.

"I never back out" you answer and give icefire a signal to go in the sky

As soon as Icefire took off, Belrath took to its own speed. The massive beast surged up into the clouds with tremendous speed and force.

The Prince was quiet as his eyes remained fixed on the massive white dragon that flew alongside them.

The ground became a blur below.

Then you make a very rare and risky turn around Belrath and Bucky can hear your giggle.

Belrath gave a loud hiss as it felt the icy wind brush past it.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, his face twisting in an almost mischievous grin as he heard the laughter.

He looked forward, he could see the snowy mountains looming closer and closer.

You give icefire a signal to be as wild as he wants and you tighten your grip on the seat.

Belrath roared a deep, throaty rumble as its talons reached out in front of the other dragon in a wild manner.

The prince grunted as he struggled to keep control of his dragon.

In a moment of pure instinct, the Prince gave his dragon a deep command: 'burn.'

Belrath's head swerved sharply towards Icefire, as a small, orange flame shot at the Icy dragon.

Before you can comment anything to icefire he handles himself and dives into the sea before overtaking Belrath.

As the Icy Dragon dove into the water, Belrath roared in defiance as it chased the dragon down.

The prince's face twisted in concentration as he fought to keep control of his massive dragon.

He could hear your laughter above, as if you were enjoying yourself.

Then you both land at the same time on the massive mountain road.

Bucky sighed with relief as Belrath touched the ground. He jumped abruptly as he dismounted, the dragon still breathing like a raging fire.

He walked over to you. As he approached, all of the humor in his eyes faded into a serious expression.

"That was a foolish gamble, but I like that."

He paused for a moment.

"You've got fire in you, the same as me." He said with almost a chuckle.

You chuckle slightly and get down from your dragon. You softly pet icefire before icefire relax.

Belrath let out another low murmur as Bucky turned his attention back to the large, white dragon beside him.

He looked at you curiously, his face shifting in a thoughtful manner.

"That dragon of yours is quite impressive, where did you find your beast?"

"Deep In the mountains "

Bucky's eyes stayed on the massive, white dragon. He seemed oddly interested in the creature.

"Hmm...That's quite interesting. Most of the dragons we find in the mountains look much different than yours."

"He is different, he spit blue fire" you answer proudly.

Bucky couldn't help but smirk, as he stepped closer to the beast.

"Blue fire? Now that's an interesting sight indeed."

He ran a hand against the creature's face.

"How old is he?" Bucky  asked curiously.

" i think he is maybe 100 or a little bit older"

"And how is it that you tame such a beast?"

Bucky  stepped back from the creature, his eyes still studying it as he spoke.

"Taming dragons from the mountains can be extremely difficult."

You shrug your shoulders " icefire has seen me playing with the wolfs and then he followed me"

"He chose you." Bucky spoke softly as he looked down at the dragon.

"That's impressive, I don't know how many could say their dragons followed them on their own accord."

You nod.

"That's good to hear." Bucky stepped back from the dragon and looked over at you.

"Your dragon seems very different to anything I've seen. I suppose he's as unpredictable as you." Bucky paused.

"Or are you more of a force of the wild like Icefire?"

"maybe both" you answer with a slight smirk.

Bucky let out an amused chuckle.

"From this encounter alone, I would say you're the more unpredictable of the two."

He gave you a sly smile.

You chuckle slightly.

"You're a bit like me, aren't you?"

He couldn't help but smirk, as he looked over at you.

"A bit of a wild thing. You don't always listen, and you aren't the kind to be a follower."

He paused again.

"I have to admit, that's quite attractive."

You shrug your shoulders " you can ask mother if I'm difficult or not. " you utter, referring to your mother, Queen Rajendra.

A light chuckle left Bucky, as he looked away for a moment.

"I have heard quite a bit about you from your Mother, as well."

His face twisted up in a sly grin, as he turned back to you.

"She says nothing about you is ever easy."

You scoff "i don't cause much trouble"

"Then you must have an interesting definition of trouble."

Bucky's eyes trailed over you slowly.

"The stories that I have heard about you are the exact opposite of what I'm hearing now."

"what have you heard?" You ask slightly curious.

Bucky's eyes stayed on your face, as he paused for a moment before answering.

"That you're difficult, hard to handle, feisty." He paused for a moment, his face turning teasing as he spoke.

"And that you've given your mother numerous headaches."

He smirked, as he awaited your response.

"she is sometimes just too emotional" you utter and roll your eyes.

Bucky chuckled at that.

"I don't believe that for a second."

His face twitched into a playful smile, as he continued.

"I think you must make her incredibly frustrated, in which case I would say you can be a pain in the arse."

He smirked again, a playful, almost seductive glint in his eyes as he spoke.

"What makes you the most annoyed is that you enjoy it."

You try to suppress your smile. " not my fault that they don't understand fun"

Bucky took a step closer, his face turning into a smirk.

"Fun? I'm sure your mother would argue that what you do is nothing more than pure mischief."

"Which, I would completely agree with."

He paused, then let out another amused chuckle.

"And yes, I do believe you rather enjoy it."

"Has my mother told you that you should stay away from me because I'm too much trouble?" You ask curious.

"I believe she did, yes."

He took another stride forward, his eyes still looking down at you with a sly grin.

"She warned me about you, and I believe she may have been onto something."

"about what warned she you, for example, that I would steal your sword if I liked it or rather that I rarely follow rules." You ask and tile your head slightly.

"She warned me about how much of a wild thing you are. How you don't often listen and don't care much for rules."

Bucky paused for a moment, before continuing.

"And she did tell me you loved to steal things." He chuckled slightly, his lips turning into a smirk.

"And you didn't steal my blade, did you?"

"Oh, don't worry, Prince. Your sword is still on your hips" you say with a hint of mischief in your eyes that you couldn't suppress.

Bucky's smile widened. The prince took another step closer, his eyes staying intently on your face.

"Well, you're quite an interesting character. What else have you stolen from me?"

He raised an eyebrow in amusement, as he looked you over slowly. His eyes shifting up and down, before settling on your face again.

"Who said I have stolen something?"

"Your face is a dead giveaway, my lovely dragon rider."

Bucky chuckled as he said that, still looking over at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What did you steal?" He repeated with a teasing grin.

"your necklace, dear prince" you say amused and hold it up.

Bucky let out a low grumble, as he stared at you and the necklace in your hand.

"Are you going to give it back, or are you just going to tease me?" He asked with a sly grin.

His eyes stayed fixed on you for a deep moment, as he glanced up at the necklace.

"Don't make me use force, my sweet sweet dragon rider..." Bucky said playfully.

"sure you can have it back" you answer and you hold out the necklace to him.

Bucky took the necklace from your hands, the prince couldn't help but notice the small grin on your face as you gave it back.

He examined it for a minute, before giving you a playful, suggestive smile.

"Would it surprise you to hear that I didn't even notice it was missing?" He asked with a smirk, as he glanced at you.

You grin slightly “Oh I know you didn't notice it, that's why I did it.”

Bucky chuckles softly and steps closer to you, then his hand wraps around the necklace in your hand and before he can react you pull him against you. You hear him slightly gasp, then your eyes meet and for you both stop the time. 

Your hands intertwined softly, the necklace still between them. “You know I have missed you, Princess. You should definitely decide to come with me to my kingdom, my heart always longs for your teasing.”  Bucky says, his voice has a lovely undertone.

“You missed just my teasing? Nothing more, Prince Bucky?” You slightly pout.

He grabs you on your hips and pulls you closer, now you both stand so close that nothing fits between you both, you can feel how his chest moves as he breathes your scent in.

“Oh, i have miss you so much, my love. Not just your teasing, your whole being have i missed and your wild side.” he whispers with a gentle undertone in your ear. 

This sends a shiver down your spine.

“I have missed you too.”

Bucky reaches his hand to your face and slowly caress your cheek. 

Bucky's face softens a bit, as he sees you lean slightly against his hands and he smiles at you, his eyes shining with a deep affection.

He then leans towards you and kisses your forehead in a gesture of tenderness and adoration.

You can feel his strong and warm body against yours and it fills you with a feeling of safety and comfort.

Bucky hugs you again, this time his grip is tighter and warmer and he presses you against his chest more tightly.

You feel his heart beating rapidly against yours and he is breathing slowly, as if both of you are just enjoying the moment of being together without any further words.

Then you take his necklace and put it back around his neck. “There, it is back at his place.” you whisper softly and pet his chest.

“Come, my princess, it's slowly getting dark, we should go back to your castle” Bucky smiles gently at you as he sees how your hair slowly begins to move through the slightly windy evening air.

“Alright, we both should probably go back, you are right.” You nod.

The Prince pulls you closer to himself and places his hands on your shoulders, gently stroking your hair with affection as you both walk back to the castle.

You can feel his warmth and strength around you, making it feel like he is protecting you from the world.

He leans his head on top of yours and whispers to you:

"I am yours, and you are mine…”

“Always and forever “ you end his sentences.

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[welldonebeca]

i could have chosen you (and yes, i would) - Masterlist

Summary: To form an alliance with another Kingdom, your father arranges a marriage between you and James, the duke of Barnes and best friend of King Steve I of a neighbouring kingdom, and you struggle to make a relationship out of your arranged union. Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, arranged marriage, medieval AU, fluff, eventual smut.

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[holylulusworld]

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: heavy angst, dystopian world, modern royal au, deals, secrets, polyamory, possible smut in future chapters, more to be added in single chapters

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend to read this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

Not a queen - Prologue

Not a queen (1)

Not a queen (2)

Not a queen (3)

Not a queen (4)

Not a queen (5)

Not a queen (6)

Not a queen (7)

Not a queen 7.5

Not a queen (8)

Not a queen 8.5

Not a queen (9)

Not a queen (10)

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[beananacake]

My Crown Upon Your Head

Ch. 1

Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: When an arranged engagement between Prince James of Brookland and Princess Natasha ushers the discovery of the existence of a marriage contract between you and said prince, you readily agree to a divorce for the sake of the kingdom. At first, you had been willing to be separated from Prince James but as you spend more time with your husband, you begin to feel things that are forbidden. It does not help your case when James shares the same sentiments. As you combat the emotions that excite and scare you, the discoveries you make of the people that surround you make you suspect there is something else at play...

WC: 3.9k

Warnings: period-typical misogyny, 18+ for delicate issues, typos, not beta'd

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first Bucky fic! If you think you've read this before... uh, no you didn't ;) Likes, comments, and reblogs makes beananacake a happy writer lol

Once upon a time, there was a girl who accidentally married the prince.

That would have been a story to be told for ages, you thought ironically to yourself. It would have made for an everlasting tale by the Brothers Grimm; storytellers whom you had met during one of your travels to the distant land of Prussia with your diplomat father. They were an odd sort; old men whom you would never have thought to have been the authors to the short tales you loved reading as a child. Their stories were rather macabre despite the hopeful beginnings. After all, not every Once Upon A Time ended with a happy ever after.

I wonder how they would have written my story, you mused rather distractedly as you stood before the King of Brookland.

You had been summoned to the palace the moment your ship had docked into the kingdom’s port. There was no preamble as to why you were wanted; they had only loaded you unto the carriage and had been presented to the monarch without so much as a change of clothing. You were not vain but it would have been more preferable to be wearing the proper attire when meeting with the king. Instead, you met him in your leather breeches, a silk dress shirt, and a waistcoat that you had fashioned from your father’s old vest—all of these articles of clothing were scandalous by themselves, but not as scandalous as knowing the reason why you had been summoned.

“You see, my son is set to marry the Grand Duke’s niece but we find ourselves in an unusual predicament,” said King George II of Brookland as he stood from his throne.

You had no voluminous skirt to tuck your hands into when you were nervous. Instead, you only clenched them at your sides, clutched into fists to calm the nervous quake about you.

“My secretary has found a marriage certificate binding you and my son in matrimony.” The king said disdainfully as he looked down on you. He was a classically handsome man if a bit gaunt and pale. His blue eyes were kind yet piercing. His jaw was strong and covered with a beard that was white as it was thick. His voice rasped with every words as though he labored them out. He was an old man, stooping because of his many years but it did not dampen the regal, commanding aura he had about him.

“You had been married to my son for two decades.”

Twenty years? You would have been but six years! Surely, there must have been a mistake.

You took a discreet step back, afraid of the silent fury in his voice. You had no idea of this marriage to the prince but your lapse in memory only seemed to make the blaze of anger in the king's eyes grow.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I have no idea of this certificate of which you speak.”

A harsh scoff sounded from the man who stood beside the throne. Your eyes flitted to the Grand Duke and the cruel severity from him made you step further back. His features told you he did not belong to Brookland; rather than possessing the strong jaws and high cheekbones of the Brooks, he appeared more foreign. The Grand Duke—an honorable title reserved only for the king’s advisers—had his lips drawn tight, his brown eyes beady as he regarded you.

“His Majesty will not tolerate insolence, child. I suggest you answer in truth.” His words, while spoken calmly and simply, chilled you. His eyes betrayed nothing nefarious but there was an air about him, of something that made him unfriendly to you. Then again, it was his niece the prince was promised to and you had unknowingly married said prince.

“My apologies, Grand Duke,” you bowed your head as you lowered into a curtsy. You could not bear to look him in the eye for one more time.

“Tell me your name again,” commanded King George.

You kept your head low as you said your name.

“If you are who you say you are, then it must be you who signed this contract.” The soft unraveling of the scroll drew your attention and you looked up as the king thrust it before you.

There it was. Your name, written by the hand of a six-year-old child. It was a mess of letters but it was discernible enough for anyone to read your name. Beside it was Prince James’s inscription, no better than yours but still enough to be recognized as the name of the kingdom’s future monarch.

The royal seal of the Barnes of Brookland—a crowned lion standing atop a shield that bore the coat of arms of the family—brought about a memory that had long been buried until that moment.

You watched closely as your father, a scholar and one of Brookland’s diplomats, poured hot wax on the space between where he and another had signed. It was a rich blue with gold flecks, the colors and symbol of your country’s opulence. You were always curious as to why he did the ritual of laying his ring on top of the molten wax after signing the papers. You asked him.

“It is a promise, Y/N,” your father had replied as he took of his signet ring and placed it sigil-down on the paper.

“Like friendship, papa?” you had asked in your small, excitable voice.

He chuckled fondly, caressing your cheek as he watched you in the candlelight. “Of a sort. This paper is a memory of that friendship with our country and this country’s king.”

“Can I do it with my friends?” You watched with curious eyes, taking note of where he had written his name and the fact that it must be sealed with wax and his ring.

“Of course, little one. I shall have to teach you how to write your name so you can sign your promise.”

You beamed, eager to employ this newfound knowledge and practice of sealing your promises of friendship.

You were unable to read as well but it was no matter, your papa will teach you. It was your memory that was prodigious and you remembered his process. First, he took parchment from his sheaf of papers. He signed his name on the first empty space, then the other man did as your father had. They shook hands. Your father poured hot wax and placed the sigil on the promise and placed it on different sheaf of papers.

It was simple enough for you to do.

You recalled that moment you had done it. You had visited the palace with your father and he had let you play around the grounds while he conducted business with the other diplomats of the kingdom. Prince James had been but a boy then, a little older than you were but not old enough to talk affairs of the kingdom. He had been in the garden alone and you approached him with the idea of trying your newfound way of sealing friendships. You had not realized that you had plucked a marriage certificate from the Great Study because, truly, all of your father’s contracts appeared one and the same to you and you had assumed as much for all the papers. You innocently scrawled your name, taking good care in spelling it right as your father had told you. The prince had done the same and with your father’s ring, you sealed your—and the prince’s—fate.

“You recognize it then,” asked the king as he snatched the offending paper away.

“Your Majesty—” The apology did not slip past your lips.

“You may look innocent but I sense ambition in you, girl,” remarked the adviser. There was a hint of malice in his words and you flinched.

“Grand Duke.” There was a warning edge to King George’s tone. He turned to you once more. “You recognize this certificate?”

You steeled yourself, standing erect as you drawled out slowly. “It was not my intention to bind myself in marriage to the prince, Sir.” You swallowed. “My father introduced contracts to me as a way of keeping friendships. As a child of six, I did not know of diplomacy or the legitimacies of binding contracts nor the numerous different kinds of it. I only took the paper as I had assumed all were one and the same. I signed my name and had the prince sign his and stamped it the ring my father had me hold for safekeeping. I did not know that any agreement signed by the prince and sealed with the royal stamp would be legally binding even at so young an age.”

The silence that followed echoed in the throne room. Your boots scraped against the marble floor and you were once again reminded that you were unfit to be meeting with the king in such a state. Women, even common folk, were expected to be in dresses and long skirts. You shunned those articles of clothing whenever you were traveling the waters, finding breeches, shirts, and practical boots better than the full hoops of the skirt that often got in the way whenever you walked about the ship. The sailors were used to seeing you in this garb and did not find it offending at all that you were not dressed like a lady but to the eyes of the king and the Grand Duke and perhaps the many a footman you had passed before entering the throne room, you looked downright scandalous.

“We will keep you in the palace, Y/N.” proclaimed the king, which made you turn to him once more.

Evidently, the news shocked the Grand Duke as well because he turned to the monarch with his question plain on his face. King George held up a hand to his adviser and sat on his throne before answering.

“We will keep you in the palace until we find a solution to this impasse.”

“Of course, Sir,” you replied because what else was there to say?

“Surely, you understand the delicacy of this matter. I would not have you proclaiming to the people that you are the new princess—or rather, had been their princess for near two decades already.”

You were offended at his insinuation but did not show it. You had no right to show indignation towards the king.

“In here, you are contained. You shall still be free to roam the palace grounds as you please but we will not have you out of it. If so, you shall have a chaperone and we would be informed of your itinerary.”

You only nodded. You were a creature of adventure; the very notion of being confined within the palace grounds was comparable to have your wings clipped. But I had started this problem and I must pay for my childish ignorance, you thought to yourself.

You were set to sail with your father once again to the return to the distant land of Wakanda. It had been your life; traveling from one kingdom to another. You had learned of cultures and languages, of food and dance, and everything it was that you could ever beheld. Your home kingdom might be tiny and beautiful but the world beyond held more possibilities that you never once thought was within your grasp.

Oh, how you would have wanted to walk your father’s footsteps as Brookland’s new diplomat. You learned from all the travels you have done; your father had made you his apprentice and had taught you everything he knew of his trade. People still underestimated you. It was unheard of for someone of the fairer sex to be an ambassador, so you had never tried. You only acted as an adviser to your father within the confines of his office walls, honing your innate talent of persuasion and diplomacy.

Sadly, your dreams were once again stalled.

“Your Majesty, since I am common folk, my presence in the palace will arouse suspicion.”

The king nodded. “It is all being taken care of. My son's cousin will be arriving soon and you shall pose as a guest with him. You are merely early in your arrival.”

“Of course, Sir.” You paused and looked down to your clothes before turning back to the monarch “There is also a matter of my trunks, Your Majesty. I have arrived empty-handed.”

King George looked at you from your head to your boots. “Are all your clothes thus?”

You shook your head. “No, Sir. This is what I wear when I am traveling the seas. I do not find it practical to wear a skirt whilst I am on deck and the tides are high.”

“Ah, yes. You travel with your father.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nodded. “I cannot allow you to leave the palace so soon after we have talked. Write him a missive for your trunks but do not mention your business here.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You may go.”

“My King,” you genuflected at the monarch before doing the same to the Grand Duke. “Your Grace.”

You stepped backwards, keeping the front of your body towards the king as you slowly went out of the throne room. Once the doors had closed, you heaved a great sigh and straightened, only to knock against someone behind you. You turned and gasped, rooted in place, at the sight of the man before you.

It was the prince. Prince James Buchanan Barnes. Prince James with his dark hair and fiercely blue eyes and features that told you he truly was the son of Brookland. He had grown handsome over the years, which shouldn’t come as a surprise as his father was a handsome man as well. James—were you allowed to address him as James?—had a firm look on his face, a bit reminiscent of his father’s gaze as he watched you. Broad of the shoulders and fit of the body, his muscled legs were encased in tight white breeches and his coat brought out the color of his eyes. They were as blue as the sea and as clear as the sky.

Your husband. What an absurd notion!

“Careful,” he said as he held you by your arms. His voice was deep and smooth and it caressed you in places that you never thought were possible.

You ogled at the prince. As much as you wanted to  look away, you cannot. His gaze held you, searching your eyes and quite frankly, perhaps even your soul. Even if you had nothing to hide, you were scared of the things he would find there. Like the matter of your being bound to him in marriage.

Your heart skipped a beat. It had nothing to do with your being nervous of him finding out about your accidental ploy of being married to him but more of the fact that you had never been looked at like how he was looking at you. Your appearance was unkempt and you had not been able to properly tie your hair but something about his stare made you feel like you were much more beautiful than you truly look. He made you feel emotions not even the best of the world could offer and for the life of you, you had no idea why.

Your knees buckled and you bent down in an ungraceful curtsy. It did not escape your notice that your arms were still caged by his fingers. The heat from his hands seeped through the soft cotton of your shirt into your skin and you gave a shaky breath. “Your Highness, my apologies. I did not see you—”

“James. I thought the hunt would have run you ragged.” You heard the king say as the doors open behind you.

Princes James gave you curious smile and you realized he had no idea of who you were or why you were there. Would it change if he knew? You wondered absently. Your eyes still lingered on his lips.

“It is all right. No need to apologize.” he said.

You turned to his eyes as you rose to your full height. His hands left your arms and the imprints that he left warmed you as you were ushered away.

…

…

…

Prince James Buchanan Barnes was, for all intents and purposes, an apprentice. His whole life he was schooled to be the next king of Brookland. He was taught to be a soldier to know of battle strategies. He had masters who taught him philosophies and history. He was knowledgeable in three languages because his parents had insisted he learn two more so he can converse with more people. He was, essentially, an apprentice monarch. And a king, even one still learning the trade, needed a queen.

Which brought him to the matter at hand. His father had promised his hand to the Grand Duke Zemo’s niece. He had never set eyes on her before and was only sent a portrait that he and his father had looked at and had deemed her beautiful. Her country was powerful and Brookland—albeit teeming with natural and mineral resources—needed to ally with a kingdom for its protection. Marrying a princess from a rich and powerful country was the correct step in ensuring the best for the kingdom. It was what his father had done with his mother. It was fortunate that his parents had fallen in love despite the circumstances.

“I was not aware Princess Natasha was arriving today,” James said as he pried his eyes away from your retreating figure.  

It was unusual for him to see a princess not in their finest clothes, either, especially one from a country that was advertised to him as bountiful and rich. He had no qualms, however, about seeing you in such a state. Clad in what was commonly considered as undergarments, you were a small person than what the portrait had let on. You came only until his chin and even then, you still seemed tinier. Your legs were enclosed in buckskin leather, much like his own when he went hunting, and it made him wonder if maybe you hunted as well. You wore a dress shirt beneath a curious piece of waistcoat that you had tucked in the waistband of your breeches and it accentuated your rounded hips and ample bottom. You wore none of those heeled shoes he knew ladies favored. Instead, your feet were clad in flat boots that went up to your knees and showcased your perfect calves. Albeit you were dressed inappropriately, it did not escape him that you were dressed practically. And sensually, he thought to himself.

You were beautiful in the portrait but in person, you were exquisite. The painter failed to capture the smattering of freckles across your nose or the hint of lightness on your hair. There was a small scar on the side of your cheek that he did not notice when he beheld your picture; perhaps the painter found it wise to not include the blemish lest it deterred him from making an offer of marriage to you, even if it was not his idea to be wed to you. Be that as it may, the scar endeared him to you. It made you appear more tangible, more… real, and nothing like the uptight version your uncle had painted you to be.

“Heavens, no. I would never associate myself with that—that thing.” Zemo said, looking at your back in what could only be termed as disgust.

James raised a brow. So you were not the princess. “I would assume that thing has a name and a purpose?” When his question was met with silence, he turned to the king. “Father?”

“Walk with me, boy.” was all the king said. He waved his hand away to his adviser. “Thank you, Grand Duke. We do not need you in this talk.”

“Your Majesty. Your Highness.” Zemo bowed as King George led James away.

He followed his father down the Hall of Portraits. He remembered his lessons of his family’s history, of the important people who had changed the laws and the lives of many. King Alphonse. Queen Mariam. Queen Winnifred, his mother. He knew it best not to dwell on his mother’s untimely death around his father, whom he knew was still mourning her. She had left them so suddenly and they both had not been the same ever since. It did, however, brought them even closer.

“James,” his father started as they arrived in the garden. “There is a matter I wish for you to know.”

Rarely did his father venture this far into the gardens. Queen Winnifred had kept a small alcove for her personal use, locked away but still kept clean by the royal gardener. James often went there when he needed time for himself. His father did not.

“Yes, father?” James asked, watching his father closely as he sat.

Since his wife’s death, the king’s health had deteriorated rapidly. The doctors had deemed it a great depression, one the king will brave in a few months’ time, but James knew his father would never recover from the death of his beloved. Every day he feared his father would leave him so soon after his mother had. The mere idea frightened him.

“You are promised to Princess Natasha,” King George said, to which James nodded. “But there is a small matter we must address before you wed her.”

He raised an inquiring brow. “Does she not want to be wed?”

“She wishes to be wed to you, James. However, we find ourselves at a loss for something you have done some twenty years ago.” He patted the space beside him on the bench and the prince sat.

Twenty years ago? What could he have done at eight years old for his father to remark on now?

“Are we bringing up old sins, father? Because if we are, I do not remember what I had done at eight years old that would bear remembering.”

“My boy,” the king clasped his son on the shoulder. It was a fatherly touch but also that of a king, a touch that brooked no argument.

“You are already married.”

James frowned. Married? Surely, he would have remembered the festivities that came with the union.

“Married? I don’t remember meeting my bride or signing a marriage contract.” He turned to his father. “Are you well, father? Perhaps we should return inside. The sun—” The sun had killed his mother. He did not wish the same for his father.

The king waved his hand away. “I am well, son. Do not worry about my health.” He looked sternly at the young prince. “You are not married to the Princess Natasha but you have been married for two decades now.”

“Father, I must ask you to speak plainly. I had been married for two decades? And not to the princess I was promised? Then who am I married to?”

“Do you know anyone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N?”

James’s frown deepened. He readily denied but stopped short.

Y/N. The name sounded familiar to him. And then he knew. He remembered; the girl he had invited inside is mother’s secret garden and had played with under his favorite tree. Familiar eyes that lit up as they smiled at him, the same ones who had looked upon him just a few moments before. You had brought a paper to him—a promise of friendship, you had said—and he signed it with no hesitation.

“She is that girl you thought was the Princess Natasha, my boy.”

James looked back to the door they had came through, as though he would see you appear if he called your name out loud.

“She is your wife.”

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All the King’s Men  -  Fifteen

Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Warnings: Angst, Dark Themes, Violence, Death (kinda graphic), ABO Dynamics (Scenting, Marking, Knotting, etc.) Fluff, Soft Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving),

Word Count: 2K

A/n: And just like that, she’s finished! I really hope you all liked this, and I cannot wait for you guys to read everything I've got planned! As always, I love you all very very much! Also this aint the smutty smut I was talking about in my ‘lex speaks’, that one is coming in a new fic, don't worry lol

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~*~

You knock on the door to his chambers softly, waiting until he beckons you inside to move.

When you do, you keep your eyes on the ground, even when you hear him rise and walk toward you.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks softly, taking your hands in his and squeezing them gently.

You let out a shuddering breath and finally raise your gaze to his.

“I accept full responsibility for the role I played in causing this war. I confess to treason and conspiracy against the crown, and I am willing to face the consequences of my actions,” you whisper, your voice wavering.

He stares at you for a long moment before tilting your chin up and kissing your lips softly.

“You only did what you did because of my actions. I am as much to blame as you are,” he replies after pulling away.

You look up at him with nothing but wonder and awe in your eyes.

“How can you forgive me for what I’ve done?” You wonder aloud.

He only shrugs and pulls you closer to him, his nose dragging along your neck.

“I could ask you the very same thing, Omega.” He scents you for a long moment, his hands coming up to cup your face when he finally pulls back to look at you again.

His eyes drink in your features, lingering for a long moment on your lips, and you can’t help but lick them.  

His eyes flash up to yours and the scent of his arousal permeates the air.

It’s a delicate game the two of you play, testing each other, seeing who will break first.

Your hands rest gently on his chest, toying with a button on his shirt as you gaze into his eyes, asking, begging him to do something, anything.

He pushes your hair over your shoulder, his knuckles gently grazing your mark and a shiver races down your spine.

Slowly, he leans forward, his lips dusting over yours before he kisses the mark on your neck.

Your head tilts back slightly as his kisses roam the expanse of your neck, tongue darting out to taste you every now and then.

One of his hands wraps around your middle while the other gently holds the nape of your neck, tilting your head back further to give him more access.

A soft sigh flutters free of your lips and he basks in the sound.

“Will you let me have you, Omega?” He asks quietly, his lips never leaving your skin. “Will you let me feast on you?”

He can smell your arousal in the air, but he refuses to do anything until he has your spoken consent.

He needs to know that you want it as much as he does, that you need it just as badly as he.

“Please,” you finally whisper, opening your eyes and looking up into his with hunger and love clouding your vision.

He pulls you to the bed immediately, stripping you of your gown and dropping his trousers on the way.

He lays you down gently, hands soft as feathers against your skin. Once you’re comfortable on your back, you take a deep breath.

Here, surrounded by his scent, you feel safe.

His shirt is the next thing to fall, until he is standing before you completely bare, devouring your figure with the eyes of a man starved.

“Let me taste you, Omega. It has been too long since I’ve had you on my tongue,” he whispers, sinking to his knees before the bed.

His hands find your thighs and he tugs you down until your womanhood is close enough for him to devour.

Your skin is warm against his hands, and by the Gods has he missed having you all to himself.

Slowly, he leans forward to taste your essence, a groan tumbling from his chest at the addictive flavour that’s so unique to you.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders and presses his mouth to your core, drinking up everything you have to offer and then some.

Once he’s satisfied, he focuses his efforts on your clit, sucking it harshly and massaging it with his tongue all at the same time.

A moan falls from your lips and your back arches, pushing your breasts up for his hungry eyes to gaze upon.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on the long brown locks as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

Pleased with your reaction, he slips a finger into your sopping hole, holding back a grin when he feels you clench around the digit.

After a few gentle thrusts, he pushes a second finger into you, pressing against your walls and stretching you gently while continuing his assault on your clit.

Soon, it all becomes too much, and your release washes over you like a wave on the sand.

He fucks you through it, waiting until your body relaxes before finally pulling his mouth and fingers away.

You watch through hooded eyes as he climbs over your naked body, bringing your legs to wind around his waist before dropping his head and kissing you.

You can taste yourself on him as his tongue finds yours, and it only makes it more erotic.

He grins against you softly, each thrust of his hips pushing his cock through your swollen wet folds until you’re moaning against his mouth.

“Please, Alpha,” you beg softly, digging your head into the soft furs of his bed as he continues to rub his length over your clit.

He reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance and then, with one firm push of his hips, he’s fully sheathed within your hot, aching walls.

A gasp flies from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut at the fullness, basking in the feeling of finally having him inside of you again.

It’s a type of wholeness that you’ve never experienced before.

He gives you a few moments to adjust, peppering kisses to your breasts in an attempt at taking your mind away from the pinch of pain at being stretched so much after so long.

Eventually, you grind your hips up to his, silently asking for more.

Never one to refuse his Queen, James pulls his hips back then slams them forward, fucking into you roughly.

A cry of pleasure leaves your lips and you dig your nails into his shoulders as he starts a quick, rough pace, each thrust hitting deeper than the last until you’re sure you’ll be walking strangely.

The stench of sex is thick in the air, and you’re more than happy to bask in it.

A light sheen of sweat covers your body as you meet his thrusts, your cunt clenching every time his pelvis rubs against your clit.

It’s not long before you feel the coil in your belly tighten again, your husband bringing you so close to the edge.

“I want to knot you, Omega. Want to fill you up with my seed... my pups... want to see you grow round with our children,” he whispers against your breast, biting your nipple then soothing the sting with his tongue.

One of his hands finds its way between your bodies again and focuses on your clit, a satisfied smile finding his face when you clench around his cock.

“That’s it, sweet Omega. Cum for me, cum for your Alpha.”

You do exactly that, gushing around his length as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

And he doesn't stop.

Even when your legs begin to shake and you feel like you may pass out, he continues, fucking you harder and faster in an attempt at chasing his own orgasm.

Your mouth is dropped open and your eyes are squeezed shut as he continues using your body, bringing you wave after wave of pleasure.

What pushes him over the edge, though, is the sight of his bond mark on your neck, healthy and strong as ever.

He cums inside of you, paints your walls white and fills you with his seed until you’re sure it’s going to burst out of you, and then he fills you with his knot, too.

You stay there, his cock locked inside of you, while the two of you catch your breath.

He carefully rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and being careful of where the two of you are connected.

“Are you all right, Omega?” He asks softly, his loving eyes searching yours as you snuggle closer to him.

You hum, your nose nestled against his neck as you take deep breaths of his scent.

He hugs you closer to his body, his warmth enveloping you and making you feel safe and secure as you scent him.

His fingers trail up and down your spine as he, too, relaxes, happy to finally have you in his bed...in his arms. Where you belong.

~*~

The cool wind bites at your cheeks as you stare across the courtyard to where the traitor is hauled onto the platform, the executioner stepping on right afterward.

His eyes find yours but you feel no fear. No, all you feel is anger.

With a strong arm wrapped around your waist, your husband keeps you grounded in the present moment.

“For the crimes of treachery and conspiracy against the crown, you are sentenced to death by beheading,” you announce, your eyes never leaving the ones of the man who betrayed your Kingdom.

“If you have any last words, speak them now. Though I doubt the Gods will be listening.”

The man only glares at you, his mouth remaining closed.

You raise your gaze for a second, locking with the executioner, and nod, then look back at the traitor.

The axe comes down with tremendous force, and then his head falls from the platform into the basket with a sickening thud.

Your stomach churns at the sight of his body falling, but you remain strong as you address the crowd.

“Let this be an example of the consequences of betraying your King and Queen. Your Kingdom. You will not be successful, and you will not survive,” you say firmly.

Everyone bows to you and you feel your husband's arm tighten around your waist.

“Anyone who dares make an enemy of my wife, who so much as thinks anything unpleasant toward her, will face the same fate as him,” he nods toward the headless corpse.

The crowd stays bowed and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

You turn around to face the members of your guard and your council, only to see them all bowing to you as well.

Slowly, James follows, kneeling and bowing his head, giving you full control in front of all of his people and all of his men.

You reach out and brush your fingers over his shoulder, silently allowing him to rise to his feet again.

He does, only to take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

“The bodies of he and Sharon will be burned tonight, as will those of all the other traitors. And then our Kingdom will be purged of this plague,” he whispers, leading you inside as everyone begins to rise.

You smile gently at him and nod, taking his hand and bringing it to your stomach.

“Good. You have created a safe place for us to raise our children, then.”

His eyes widen and he looks between your face and your stomach in shock.

“I was not sure if they would survive after being held captive, but the midwife says that everything seems healthy,” you whisper.

His eyes water and he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, Omega. You have given me far more than I could ever ask for, and I may never be able to repay you for it.”

You sigh happily and hug him back, “you will spend the rest of your days trying, I hope.”

He chuckles, pulling back to look at you, his fiery wife.

“I will, this I swear to you.”

~

Fin.

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A Beautiful, Terrible Thing Epilogue

A/N: The end of this series that took more than half a year for me to finish wow! My next story is going to be a Pretty Woman Au so look out for that! As always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,262

Warnings: Fluff! Smut, and thats it nothing else really just a happy ending.

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Seven Years Later

Y/n currently chased a young girl through the halls of the castle. “Come on Lilly, let’s just get you in your dress, and then get this dinner over with.” The Queen sighed in slight ehxsation. 

“No!” The child yelled then continued running, but was soon picked up and stopped, Y/n looked up at who picked up her second youngest child. 

“Thank god’s Sam.” She smiled at the now twentie-year-old, who Bucky and she decided to take in the young boy, mainly because Bucky couldn’t say no to her when she explained what had happened, the fact that Y/n became very paternal over him in a short time. 

He smiled back at The Queen, he still called her Y/n, not ever feeling quite comfortable with calling her mom or mother, he turned to the young girl fighting in his arms. “Lilly, be good for your mother.” He told her. 

“I don’t wanna!” She whined. 

He arched a brow. “You don’t want to go to dinner?” She simply shook her head. “Your uncle will be there along with your cousin, and other kids your age, you’ll have fun. It's not as bad as you think, you should go with your mom and get ready, besides I think it’s important that a princess such as yourself is there.”

“You go then.” She pouted. He shook his head. “I will if you do.” 

She turned to look at her mother and huffed, and was put back on the ground as the little girl marched away towards her room. “Thank you.” Y/n said.

“You're welcome, she’d go to that dinner if she knew I was gonna be there.” He said cockily, then his cocky facad melted and he looked like he was about to blush. “Is Rebecca going to be at the dinner?” 

Y/n smiled knowing he had a crush on your sister inlaw since he was young. “Yeah she is, and she’s going to be moving back here she is going to be the new advisor.” 

Sam looked at her with furrowed brows. “What’s going to happen to Phastos?” 

“Phastos wanted to spend more time with his husband and son.” Y/n told him. “You need to go get ready and I have to get myself and Lilly ready.” 

He ran away with excitement, Y/n just laughed softly before heading to the five-year-old's room, Y/n walked in to find the room in complete disarray with dresses everywhere. “What are you doing?” Y/n asked the stuped looking child. 

“I don’t wanna wear a dress mama.” She huffed. 

Y/n picked her up. “What else are you going to wear?” Y/n asked. 

“Clothes like Sam’s or papa’s.” She scrunched up her nose.

Y/n looked at her. “Lilly we can’t have new clothes made last minute, wear a dress for tonight then we can have those made for you.” 

She huffed. “Okay.”  

“Thank you, find which one you wanna wear.” Y/n told her, once the girl finally found something she liked Y/n got her ready.

Y/n went back to her chambers when she found Bucky. “Lilly is going to be the death of me.” Y/n told him. 

“What’s going on?” The King asked.

“She doesn't want to wear dresses anymore, which is fine, but I don’t wanna waste money that we should help the people with.” She sighed, she had been getting undressed as she spoke.

She turned to look at her husband who looked at her with a hungry lust, Bucky pulled her to him, he kissed her neck. “Bucky we can't have dinner.” 

“Your brother can wait.” He huffed. 

Bucky pulled her with him to the bed, he pulled his clothes off. “God’s your fucking gorguse.” Bucky’s hands softly caressed her body,  the metal hand softly caressed her breast, the cold metal making her niples erect under the cool touch, then he slowly slid into her, he rocked in and out of her. “Fuck Y/n you feel so good.”

Y/n rocked against his pelvis slowly. “Oh god’s Bucky.” She moaned. 

Bucky combed his hand through her hair and pulled on it gently on, he moved up to kiss her lips which started to swell. Her breasts pushed against his chest, he flipped her over so that he was no top of her now, he worked mules and moans though her lips, and she did the same with him. She always managed to work his orgasmim out of him first. He slowly did the same with her slowly rubbing at the bud of nerves between her legs. 

“You're going to make wanting to go to that dinner even harder now.” She sighed, after hitting her high. 

She sulked getting  out of the bed, Bucky followed suit with her, Y/n got dressed in a blue short sleeve dress, The King and Queen made their way to the dining room. “It’s about time.” Tony scoffed jokingly when seeing his sister. 

“Good to see you too Tony.” She hugged her brother. 

It was pleasant to see everyone come together again seven years after the battle, now being called the war won in a day. The celebration lasted most of the night, but Y/n left earlier than most of the people, she led the children back to there room’s, she put her youngest Rose who’s two, to bed first, she was relatively easy to get to sleep, then Lilly, who also refused to want to lay down claiming she wasn't sleepy, but once in pajamas and in bed fell asleep, and then her only son Bastian he was six, and he didn’t complain as much as his younger sibling, but he really wanted to stay up and be with the adults, but Y/n claimed to him that he would one day be able to. And then her eldest another daughter, Yelena, she was seven and she didn’t want help being tucked in, but she did request one thing from her mother. “Tell me the story, mama, I promise I’ll stay awake for it this time.” She begged as she did every night. 

Y/n nodded, though knowing she would, she started. “Sir Rhodey stood in the castle shooting range, my younger brother, Aron, the youngest prince of the Stark family, the young boy was holding the arrow and bow, I smirked when he missed the target, Rhodey sent a glare at me. “It’s alright young Prince Aron, you just need more training, don’t listen to your sisters snickering.” Rhodey’ hand was on Aron’s shoulder. The dark curls of my brother shook as he nodded. “Yes, Sir Rhodey.” Then he turned and stuck his tongue out at me.” The young girl giggled at  her mothers words. “I stood with a look of determination on my face, I marched towards my brother, and took the bow, and an arrow out of his quiver, the cool air of the ocean cut through my hair as I pulled back the arrow on the string. “Princess.” Rhodey Said close to my ear as a hushed warning knowing if any one saw me do what I was thinking about doing I would be in a load ton of trouble. I released the arrow anyway and it hit the center spot on the target. My lip twitched and pulled into a smirk.”

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Chicken by @delusionalwriterr

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky Barnes shared a strange relationship with each other and the team was getting tired of it. When a mission goes wrong, will you be forced to admit your feelings for each other or will they remain buried?

2. sweet reverie by @demxters

College!Bucky x Reader

bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.

3. The Time of the Prey by @subwaysurf45 ✨

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 

4. super rich kids by @traitorjoelite

College!Bucky x Reader

kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend’s brother is just the norm on the upper east side.

5. Bring You Home by @sunflowersoldat ✨

Bucky x Reader

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

6. The Colour of Rain by @delaber

Bucky x Reader

On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.

7. All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes ✨

Alpha!King!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

8. Peaches by @noctumbra

DBF!Bucky x Reader

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love. 

9. Sweet Dreams by @abovethesmokestacks ✨

Bucky x Baker!Reader

Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes.

10. Fuck Up The Friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky x Reader College AU

Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

11. A Sweet Old Fashioned Notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader

As the dust settles on the second 'snap' Bucky has been getting to know Brooklyn again. His neighbourhood has changed a lot, but it's changed for you too since you got blipped back. Bucky is still pretty old fashiond at heart, there were things he expected from life, to get married, to have a family. Simple things that seem far away now especially when online dating is so hard. Maybe something more traditional would be good for both of you.

12. Soldier, My Soldier by @cryptidcasanova

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the air. Without these things I am nothing. So now, I must shed blood.” He lulled at the base of your throat. “Sweetheart, come with me.”

13. Homesick at space camp by @atlaese

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

dying on a cold spaceship lightyears away from home wasn't what you expected

14. Spirits in the House by @redgillan

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around.

15. Sugary Sweet by @all1e23

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader

Is it all just sugar or something more? 

16. Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream

Bucky x Reader

When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.

17. Metal Arm and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

18. Scars by @chickenfics ✨

Bucky x Reader Western AU

Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive... 

19. The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky x Agent!Reader Soulmate AU

In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

20. Everybody’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) by @writing-for-marvel

Actor!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you.

21. 27 Dresses by @beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.

22. Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

23. Dangerous Woman by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky x Reader

You know he blames you, but you never thought he’d hate you.

24. Witness Protection by @mymoonagedaydream

Bucky x Reader

You'd only been living in New York for a few weeks when Natasha introduced you to James Barnes, the man who’d change your life forever.

25. Everything’s Better in Westview by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

26. Trying by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a new person. He survived a war with Thanos, finally getting rid of his triggers, and losing his best friend. He didn’t think there was anything else to survive. That is until he meets you in a bookstore and you become something he is scared of losing. An old villain has shown himself and suddenly you are the target of a new ploy to bring the Winter Soldier back.

27. unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie

Bucky x Adult Content Creator!Reader

Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now. After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs. Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

28. ephemeral by @aescapisms

Professor!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

29. Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?

30. The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Bucky x Reader Titanic AU

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

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Soft King Bucky

Im in the middle of writing this smutty fic with arranged marriage and King Bucky and in the middle of writing it, i had another thot pop up which I have to get out right now like RIGHT NOW. 

Imagine soft king Bucky on your wedding night. Its the first time you’ve ever been intimate with someone and your anxiety has been high all night because you know the maids and servants will inspect the sheets the next morning, your honor and dignity thrown to the wind.

But that's the way things were. 

You gave yourself to him, letting him touch you and make love to you, sealing the both of you together as you had promised in your vows. He was careful and soft, cradling your body to his, focused on knowing you would be protected along his side, putting your pleasure before his.

You wanted to melt into him, feel every ounce of the love he was willing to give but anxiety held you from letting go, worried about the aftermath, worried about if he see you were pure. 

The euphoria that consumed you both pulsed through you as you sat up, your stomach dropping at the stark white sheets. You scrambled up slightly in hopes of something but the sheets were anything but tainted, pure and clean as if you’d never laid on his bed. 

“I’m-I’m sorry-” Tears well in your eyes, panic rising in your chest, fearing the anger he’d feel, seeing you as tainted and impure. 

“What for darling” He whispered, concerned etched on his face as you let out a choked sob, not knowing what you could possibly go, there was no evidence to show you were pure, untouched before him, to show that he was the only man to have you this way. You squeezed your legs shut, curling up in a ball, shame consuming you, already hearing the words the kingdom would brand you. “My princess?” 

“I didn’t-I don’t understand, the sheets- you’re the only one I’ve-” You trembled as he pulled you into his arms, shutting your eyes, unable to watch his disappointment when he saw who he married. Bucky’s brows furrowed, taking a moment to understand why you were so distressed, hiding your face away. He thought over your words, tension crawling up his back, his jaw clenching when he understood your fear. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, keeping you close to his chest, pressing a firm kiss to your head, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke.  

“I agreed to marry the intelligent and headstrong princess to rule by my side because her mind and beauty had my heart when I saw her. A fierce woman fit to be by me, when she rode her horse into my kingdom alone, demanding justice for her people without fear of what could happen to her” 

He reminisced the day you strode into his castle, head held high, not a drop of fear in your eyes with a dagger strapped to your hip, sword firm in your hand.

He fell in love before you opened your sweet lips to tell him right off. 

“Look at me princess” He cupped your cheeks making you meet his intense gaze, thumbing away the tears that streaked your cheeks, “I shared my bed with you because I wanted to love you in in every way possible, not as a test of your worth” 

You were still tensed, curling up into him further while he moved you to lay on top of him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He pulled the covers over you, protecting you in a cocoon of warmth, tilting your chin to meet his eyes again. 

“You have my heart, that is as pure as it gets” tucking your hair away from your face, pulling you in for a kiss to your lips. “No one else gets to decide that, princess, no one” 

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Truth or Dare (6)

Summary: What started off as an innocent game of truth or dare between two noble born sisters, Y/N and Margaret “Peggy” Carter, quickly turns south when Y/N meets Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes. 10 years later Peggy is getting married reuniting the bunch, tensions rise as the sisters engage in truth or dare one more time before Peggy is married.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not Beta'd. Sorry for the long wait. If you want to be added to the tag list, please leave a comment saying so below. Let me know if I missed anyone.

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Chapter 6

Clip clop. Clip clop. Clip clop.

Each thud of the horse’s hooves hitting the dirt below reverberated in the open meadow. The sound was a stark contrast to the duke’s usual return. Typically, when returning, Bucky didn’t care about drawing attention to himself. No one paid him any attention anyway. This time was different.

Beyond the cloud of dirt, Bucky could make out the shadow of a man leaning against one of the horse stalls. Gently pulling the reins, his sleek black horse slowed into a trot. The cloud of dirt faded behind them. Drawing closer, Bucky could make out the honey locks and strong jaw beyond the rich fabrics clinging to the man. Steve. Bucky wasn’t sure if he recognized the man because he wore the face of his old best friend or because of the status that came with the clothes he now wore, the clothes Bucky once wore.

When he arrived at the stalls, neither man said a word as Bucky dismounted the horse. Bucky made quick work unfastening the saddle while stealing a glance at the new prince over the horse’s back. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him, putting Bucky on edge. He didn’t know why Steve had been waiting for him, watching him.

Sensing the silent judgment radiating off Steve in waves, Bucky’s control burst. Stomping around the front of the horse, he snarled, “If you have something to say, just say it.” His words were hard, but his hands were gentle as he removed the horse’s bridle. The horse blinked back at Bucky, unfazed by his loud outburst.

Steve kept mute, wondering if Bucky would confess something if he remained silent long enough. In return, all he got was a lot more stomping and grunts as he closed the wooden door, sealing the horse behind it.

Lifting a hand to block the sunlight from his eyes, Steve asked. “Where’d you go?”

Bucky shrugged, wiping the dirt from his leather-clad palms. “You came all this way just to ask me that?”

Steve frowned, folding his arms across his chest. ”Just answer the question, Buck.”

“What are you doin’ here?” Bucky countered.

“Can a guy just check in on his pal?”

While Bucky’s mouth remained frozen, his eyes scanned Steve from head to toe, searching for a tell. Growing impatient, Steve pushed himself off the wall, taking a step forward. “Where’d you go?” He asked again.

Bucky ran a gloved hand along the stubble on his chin. “Out for a ride.” It wasn’t a lie, but Bucky knew that didn’t answer Steve’s question. Bucky stalked away from the horse stall and headed straight for the castle.

Bucky got three feet before a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Bucky, stop.” The brunette spun around, knocking Steve’s hand off his shoulder in the process. “I know.” Bucky stilled, his eyes cold enough to make Steve freeze. Ignoring his chilling gaze, Steve sighed. “Tony sent word that you’ve been lurking outside of his house. It’s bad enough he lost Pepper in the war. You have to stop this obsession with him and Gail.”

The duke straightened his shoulders, clenching his fists. His mind pressing rewind on the moment Tony took a flail to the arm of his last statue. The moment Gail looked at him like he was the bogeyman. They deserved each other.

“I know you, Buck. You’re going down the wrong path all on your own this time. Whatever you’re plotting has to stop. Now.”

I do. I do. I do.

The two words ghosted on Peggy’s lips in a silent prayer. Cast back at her through her wine glass, her scarlet-stained lips wrenched into a grimace. Had the youngest Carter been marrying a gentleman without status or of equal status she would have been fine. Instead, she was marrying the forthcoming king. As a countess, Peggy was already under the spotlight, but her engagement added more pressure. Like sand descending to the base of an hourglass, every wedding planning event taunted her, a countdown until she would lose her privacy and be expected to produce an heir. She needed a proper send-off to her youth, to up the stakes of truth or dare.

Steve would never approve of such a risky game, not when the fate of their kingdom relied on him. Peggy didn’t want to sneak around Steve, but her need for an adventure was too great. If she couldn't find the excitement she craved, settling for living through others would suffice. The countess’s grimace turned into a mischievous grin. Clink. She tapped her wine glass against the glass bottle. Cheers.

A sea of green and pink swarmed Y/N’s vision as she entered the queen’s garden. The orchids were in full bloom this time of year, but the queen’s statue in the center remained the main focus. The carefully etched marble eyes followed Y/N throughout the garden. It didn’t matter that Y/N wasn’t alone. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the queen's icy stare, she realized she was under scrutiny. The silent judging eyes and pressed lips were an expression Y/N had become familiar with. It was a mask Amanda Carter wore around her daughter. It was the same expression Peggy or Steve had adopted at the mention of Bucky. Like everyone else, Y/N was sure the late queen would side with the majority on an introduction to her son; it was a bad idea. Despite the warnings attached to the former prince's name, Y/N wasn’t worthy of an official introduction to her son.

Walking through the queen’s garden with another man hadn’t been on her to-do list, but the prince insisted. T’Challa’s presence the past few days had been welcoming. His kindness had been a slap in the face. It was genuine, not a front in the public eye like her parents often reverted to. Given time, she could envision herself falling in love with the prince. If only Bucky would stop invading her thoughts.

“She’s beautiful.”

The comment caught Y/N off guard. Her eyes sliced toward the prince standing beside her. She scanned him from head to toe. His eyes remained trained on the statue, his face contorted in admiration. The back of his right hand rested in his left, clasped behind his back. T’Challa was a tall man, but between his rigid posture and monochrome black outfit, he grew a few inches with one glance.

“A marvelous queen,” he continued.

“Was,” Y/N corrected.

T’Challa’s lips curved into a tender smile. “In my culture, death is not the end. It’s more of a stepping off point.”

“That’s a nice way to look at it,” Y/N hummed. Making eye contact with the statue once more she wondered if that was true. Did Bucky have anyone in his corner, looking out for him?

Making eye contact with the guard pursuing them, T’Challa extended his elbow. Accepting the silent gesture, Y/N latched onto the prince’s arm. His gait turned brisk, creating a massive distance between the guard and them.

“I am not foolish enough to think you love me,” T’Challa began. Y/N's eyebrows skyrocketed. Before she could open her mouth to protest, the prince continued, “Nor do I love you.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked, but part of her was relieved. Sure, her mother would be disappointed she wouldn't marry a prince like Peggy, but it wasn’t what Y/N truly wanted, who she wanted.

T’Challa chuckled. “The king’s son, you fancy him.”

Her attempt at ripping her hand from the prince’s arm failed. Wakanda’s prince held his other hand firmly over hers, maintaining the appearance of a couple. He could hear the faint sound of metal rattling behind the pair. With enough distance between them and the guard, T’Challa reassured her. “Don’t fret. Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/N's shoulders dropped, her eyes trained on the cobblestone beneath her feet. “How did you know?’

“The way the two of you evade one another in public. It’s the same way my friend Nakia and I perform in public.”

A gasp tumbled beyond the woman's lips. The lighthearted way he spoke, as if there were no consequences for their actions, had her head spinning.

“Why are you telling me this?” Y/N whispered.

T’Challa glanced at the woman beside him. “I like you, Y/N. A marriage between us would be profitable to both kingdoms. Between you and your sister, the alliance between our kingdoms would be powerful. An alliance by blood. Since we are in identical situations, I figured we could have our own partnership.”

Y/N's heart thrummed beneath her bodice. She tentatively opened her mouth to speak, her shaky voice betraying her, “What do you propose?”

T’Challa smirked at her choice of words. “We wed. We honor the marriage when it comes to politics and the eyes of the public.”

“And the rest of the time?”

“We are free to see whoever or do whatever we want.”

Mulling over the idea, she frowned as the castle came into view along with other lively bodies. So many things could go wrong, but her focus remained wholly on what could go right. This might be her only opportunity to have something with Bucky. If her parents married her off to anyone else, she was confident they wouldn’t offer her the same arrangement.

After gnawing at her bottom lip, Y/N asked, “Is that a formal proposal?”

Y/N stood motionless at her bedroom window. The imaginary rock on her finger weighed her down more than she had anticipated. As a child, the idea of wearing a ring from the love of her life excited her, but now, when she imagined a ring on her finger, she saw nothing but a shackle. One her status would trap her in. Forever stuck in a loveless marriage. It would be the performance of a lifetime, for a lifetime. 

An image of the dark-haired duke flashed through her mind. Would Bucky accept the terms of this new relationship? He didn’t seem to mind Natasha’s career choice, although her performance was exceptional. He had snuck backstage to fuck her. Was that what Y/N had condemned herself to? A life of sneaking around?

A knock at the door had Y/N stepping away from the window. She had only taken a few steps when the door swung open.

“Y/N!” Peggy shouted, racing toward her. The costly fabric of Peggy’s skirt bunched between her fingers.

Bracing herself for the impact, Y/N was able to keep the two of them upright when her younger sister collided with her. Y/N gasped for air crushed between Peggy’s arms.

When Peggy finally pulled away, her hands trailed from Y/N’s biceps to her hands. Pulling both Y/N hands toward her chest, Peggy squealed, “Congratulations! Mother just told me the good news. Steve and I are so thrilled! T’Challa is a great choice.”

Y/N froze. She knew? “What?” Y/N asked exasperated.

Peggy tipped her head, staring at her sister through her eyelashes. “T’Challa asked Father for your hand. Father accepted.”

Y/N gulped. “And Steve knows?”

Peggy rolled her eyes, “Of course! Mother has become the town crier, alerting everyone that not one but two of her daughters will be queens one day.”

Y/N’s stomach churned. It was idiotic of her to think she would have a chance to break the news to Bucky when she couldn’t talk to the man in public. If her mother hadn’t told him, she was sure Steve would.

“The kings are going to sit down soon and discuss the terms of the alliance. Steve and T’Challa will modify it when they are kings.” Noticing the faraway look on Y/N’s face, Peggy squeezed her hands. “None of that matters. I’m just glad you’re going to be taken care of.”

Y/N wanted to ask Peggy if she and Steve had the same arrangement, but she couldn’t without giving her and T’Challa away.

Wide-eyed, Y/N replied, “T’Challa hasn’t even asked me yet. I haven’t said yes.” Y/N knew it was a pointless argument. Her father had accepted the proposal on her behalf. She would be engaged to T’Challa by the end of the week.

Peggy led Y/N to the bed decorated in rich fabrics. When her sister sat beside her, Peggy sighed, crossing her legs. “I know it’s a lot of pressure, but it will be worth it. Trust me. You need a distraction, and I know just the thing.”

Y/N stared blankly back at the younger Carter.

Peggy inched forward. “Truth or dare?”

Y/N huffed a laugh. If there was one thing that could keep Y/N distracted, it was a dare from Peggy. Without missing a beat, she replied, “Dare.”

Peggy licked her lips before a devilish grin overshadowed her angelic features. “I dare you to visit the pleasure house.”

Dumbfounded, Y/N hissed, “The whore house?! Margaret Carter, have you lost your mind?”

The brunette shrugged and then collapsed the rest of her weight on the mattress. She gazed at the ceiling, kicking her dangling feet like a schoolgirl disclosing a secret at a sleepover. Then she rolled onto her side, propping her head into her hand.

The older Carter resembled a fire-breathing dragon. Peggy swore she could see the steam seeping from her sister’s ears.

“Not as yourself, of course.” Peggy rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. “Look,” she narrowed her eyes. “I overheard the help discussing that the prince will be there.”

“T’Challa?”

Peggy squeezed her lips in a thin line. “Steve.”

Squeezing the bridge of her nose, Y/N moaned. “You want me to spy on your fiance?”

“Some of the guard’s garments are in the washroom. I’m sure something will fit you.”

Y/N scowled. “You’ve gone mad. Why don’t you spy on Steve yourself?”

Peggy pushed herself into a sitting position, twiddling her thumbs. “He’ll recognize me. We’ve spent too much time together. He’ll never expect you, let alone recognize you.” A coy smile graced her lips, “Unless you surrender.”

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Secrets 9

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape; grossness on Bucky’s part; Steve’s an asshole. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: A long-buried family secret comes to light and changes your entire life.

Notes: Y’all. Really I be like what haven’t I touched in ages? Then I go for it.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

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You stood on your mark, surrounded by strangers as more awaited you just inside the grand hall. You were unprepared despite Barnes' efforts. You didn't want to be there nor were you equipped for it. Especially not after your first meeting with the king himself. The idea of a whole facsimile lifetime with that man did little to steady your nerve.

You twisted in your heels and glanced behind you. Even without Barnes as your chaperone, there were too many courtly bodies around to witness any attempt at flight. You sighed and listened through the door just ahead of you, crossing your arms before you remembered yourself and forced them to your sides. Were you really going along with this?

"I should be in class right now," you grumbled to yourself. "I was halfway through my degree, you know? I don't need this. I had a life…" You paused as you noticed the curious gaze of a man in outdated livery, like a statue against the wall, "what's with you? Is this like those ones with the fuzzy hat? Are you allowed to move?"

"Your highness, I am permitted to move if required. I am avowed to do so in service of your safety," he responded to your surprise.

"Huh," you twiddled your fingers and pursed your lips, "and what if I said I was safest away from here?"

"Your highness, I've been ordered to keep you here for the same purpose."

"Oh, you have? Does the king think I'll run?"

The man squared his jaw and stared at the opposite wall, a stoic knight out of time, "I cannot speak to the mind of his majesty."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fuck." You snarled under your breath and noticed how the man blanched. You apologised and returned your attention to the din that flowed in from the next room.

"..on behalf of Astrania, I welcome my betrothed and proudly introduce her…" 

Your feet were stuck in place, as if quicksand was all around you, your body paralysed. Nah, this wasn't real. You could just leave, right? It was like one of those absurd movies but it was hardly a comedy and far from romantic.

"Your highness?" The guard prompted and you flinched.

"Oh shit," you hissed under your breath.

You took a step and your ankle nearly bent. You stumbled and continued through the doorway, dawning the mask that Barnes worked so hard to craft. You hated yourself the instant your cheeks bulbed in that manufactured smile.

The room of bodies startled you. You may have expected an audience but this was something else. More faces than you could count and all dressed just ridiculously as yourself. The absurdity of the situation further numbed you to the reality.

You caught Barnes' eye as you strode blindly before the court. The dearth of sound that held the silent figures in anticipation resembled the calm before the storm. You held your breath as the duke gave am encouraging but emotionless nod. 

King Steve stood expectant and straight-backed, waiting as he reached out in a formal gesture to welcome you. You didn't know what else to do but play along. You neared and let him take your hand and he kissed the knuckles in an overly gallant manner. The flash of a camera whitened your vision as you gripped him unwittingly in your surprise. 

He raised your hand as he drew you to face the crowd. You blinked dumbly as he clung to you and slowly lowered your arm between you.

"The Duchess," he declared, "and I must say I am hardly disappointed."

You peered at him from the corner of your eye and withheld a grimace. The fakeness in his tone made you cringe internally all while promising an equally shallow future. You smiled bigger and gave a polite wave, just as Barnes had trained you. At that thought, you almost let your true emotions break through.

The crowd oohed and ahhed as Steve slowly leaned in, his hand running up to your elbow. He kissed your cheek, letting his touch wander to your lower back. He hid a growl in the gesture, "I see you got your head straight."

He faced the crowd again and pinched your side as his hand drifted back. You held back a wince and once more searched out Barnes. He was the only one among the crowd who seemed to notice, if only because he knew what to expect.

“Without further ado, let’s eat,” Steve’s tone was jovial, “and celebrate. Astrania will finally have a queen again.”

You aimed your eyes straight ahead, unseeing as you fought to keep the facade in place. Mindlessly, you were led away by your fiance, his hand firm around yours once more. You met him with daggers as he showed you to your seat, pulling it out with courtesy, another show for his people.

As he settled in the chair beside you, your displacement became even more obvious. You were the foreign princess, the newcomer, entirely out of your depth. The weeks of fastidious education on the part of Duke Barnes could not augment a lifetime of discipline. You felt yourself drowning as your boiling resentment met with icy uncertainty.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Steve uttered as he beckoned for a servant to fill his glass.

“If you want a show, I can put one on,” you rebuffed unfiltered.

He stifled a snort and rested his hand on the back of your chair, reaching his other to cover the top of your glass and keep the servant from pouring. “She’ll stick to water, I’ve heard wine makes her sloppy.”

You looked at him pointedly as he smirked. To anyone else, it might look affectionate but the gleam in his eyes assured you otherwise. You thanked the servant and agreed that water would be better.

“What do you know of me?” You asked as you looked away derisively.

“I know a lot more than you think,” he hid his words behind his glass before he took a sip, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Neither do you.”

“Is that a threat? Must I remind you that treason is still very much a crime here?”

“I’m just doing as I’ve been bid, your majesty. I’m matching your energy.”

“Is that what Barnes advised?”

“Oh your lap dog has been very helpful.”

“He is a duke, you should address him with his proper title. Perhaps I should speak with him about his teaching methods. It appears he requires a firmer hand–”

“So you don’t do anything yourself, then? You just snap your fingers liked a spoiled little–”

“Careful,” his hand slid down the chair again and you felt another pinch. This time, your lips twitched as his dug his nails in through the fabric, “you should be happy I didn’t come to that hole your mother hid you in and drag you out myself.”

“Ow,” your cheek ticked as you resisted the urge to swat him away, “why don’t you ask Barnes what kind of student I was?”

“I’ve heard it all, trust me,” he retorted, “but I’m a king, I don’t play your games.”

“You’re a f–”

“Language,” he pinched and twisted until you grasped the edge of the table, “we are all very traditional here, some would say old-fashioned in a sense… a wife has a duty to obey.”

“I am not your wife yet–”

“If you had any choice in the matter, you wouldn’t be here right now,” he took another gulp of wine and quickly smiled over the brim as a guest approached, “Countess,” he rose and nudged you with his knuckle. You stood reluctantly and smiled at the redhead, “my lady, you’ve heard as much of my fiancee as any,” he rested his hand on your arm, “this is countess Maximoff, duchess.”

“Your excellency,” the title almost curdled on your tongue, “it’s so nice to meet you.”

“And you! We’re so excited, my husband—” she looked around, “ugh, Victor does lose himself at these things. Anyhow, the kingdom has been so eager to see the king married, since he was a prince and there is quite a titter about your arrival.”

“Oh?” you feigned interest, “how kind, truly, it isn’t… that big a deal. People get married all the time–”

“Yes, but royal weddings are once in a lifetime!” She preened, “I wasn’t around for the previous around, but I think Victor was coherent enough of a child to remember…” she toyed with a golden ring and glanced around, “pardon me, I thought he was with me, I’ll go hunt him down.”

“Right, um, okay,” you said thinly and she shuffled off. Steve sat and cleared his throat. You joined him as embarrassment burned in your cheeks.

“Why don’t you let me do the talking?” He sneered, “good practice for our marriage.”

You swallowed and bit down on another nasty remark. You ignored his taunting gaze and reached for your water, lamenting your surrender as his wine caught your eye. This would be easier with a taste of champagne, tolerable at least.

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“Lady Romanoff,” Barnes’ voice piqued your nerves, “what do you think of our future queen so far?”

He stepped up next to the woman with her crimson locks as you shifted in your heels. Steve loomed beside you as he had much of the afternoon, the brunch slogging by in suffocating pretense. You rolled your eyes, earning another nudge from the king.

“Your highness, I can speak for myself,” you narrowed your eyes.

“It is hard to gauge one’s own work,” he framed you with his fingers as if taking a picture, “I did my best to whip her into shape.”

“Well, I hope you kept the actual whip out of it,” Romanoff snickered, “I believe that would be the right of her betrothed.”

You resisted another derisive sneer as you kept your lips curved in a perfect smile and mustered a crackly chuckle. 

“Let’s hope it isn’t needed,” Steve added wryly.

“I have no reason to disprove, she’s considerably refined considering her tutor,” Romanoff chided.

“Rich coming from you,” Barnes clucked.

“Are we roasting Bucky already?” Another man approached with a mimosa in hand, “I have quite a few in the chamber.”

“Don’t,” Barnes warned and you were almost amused as the tables turned on him. 

“Wilson,” Steve greeted, “you’ve been… elusive.”

“Ah, you know I’ve gotta work the room,” the man winked at you and bowed his head, “duchess.”

“Hello,” you muttered awkwardly.

“Lord Wilson, earl,” Steve filled in for you.

“My lord,” you addressed him properly.

“Don’t worry about remembering my name, I’m sure you’ve forgotten left from right by now,” he kidded.

“Uh, yeah, yes,” you took a deep breath, “a lot of people here.”

“A queen must know her subjects,” Steve reprimanded as he hooked his arm through yours, “excuse us, there is a final matter to be dealt with.”

“Wait, I–”

There was no argument to be had as Steve herded you away. He stopped you away from the clusters of guests and signaled with his other hand above your head. You craned around to follow but had no idea what was going on. 

You winced as his hands explored your dress, fixing it around your figure with tiny tugs. You stilled him with a stammer.

“Hey, what are you doing–” you met his heated snarl and recoiled, “your majesty–”

“Put on a pretty smile for your king,” he instructed as he straightened the pin in your hair, “you’ve been unexpectedly…submissive.”

“Oh, thank you, what a glowing compliment–”

“Don’t push it,” he warned and patted your arm, “and try to play along.”

A servant appeared at his other shoulder as Steve turned to take a glass and fork from the table. He clinked until he had the attention of the room and handed over the cutlery and crystal flute. In its place, he took a deep blue velvet box, hexagon and soft in his long fingers.

“Thank you, everyone, for attending the duchess’ debut and this celebration of our engagement. While this union has been written for many years, it is a relief to finally have her here and to be able to fulfill the promise I made to my father to rule Astrania proudly and with a good queen at my side. I only hope she can fill the shoes my mother left behind.”

The room tittered and you smiled awkwardly, letting the subtle slight roll over you. You didn’t care about these people or what they thought of you. They lived in this bubble of shining chandeliers and overpriced wines. They were all prisoners in this antiquated charade. That thought did not soothe that feeling of constraint that coiled around your neck.

“I made another promise to my mother, who sadly was unable to attend today,” he continued, “but she was able to send this along.” He raised the box, displaying it to the room, “the very same ring…” then pulled open the lid on its hinges, “that my father gifted her upon their own engagement, and his father before him to my grandmother…”

You bit your cheeks and fought to keep from bouncing in your heels. You were never one for being the center of attention and this whole day had been a fiery hot spotlight glaring down on you. 

Steve turned to you as he freed the ring and relinquished it to the waiting servant. He took your hand as he bent his knee and you stiffened as you could do nothing but watch. He knelt and lined up the band with your finger, sliding it up so the large diamond sparkled brightly in the hue. He kissed your knuckles before he stood. You hated how well he played his role.

You struggled not to rip your hand away, not to tear the ring off and throw it in his face. It was humiliating. Even if everyone thought it was real. For weeks, you’d been forced to prostrate yourself, to play along with the script, all for what? This man who was nothing more than a shell, an entitled prick who never had to work for a single thing in his life, all while you were working to be his perfect little doll.

The crowd let out another babble as Steve stepped closer, his arm around you as another camera flashed to capture the moment. You groaned through your tight-lipped smile and felt a jab in your hip.

“Almost there, duchess,” he said under his breath, “don’t think this asshole forgot about earlier.”

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