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hellomissmabel · 6 years

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The Duchess I/III

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Pairing: Bucky x reader ; Steve x reader

Warnings: A man hitting a woman on her cheek during a heated argument.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: The Duchess of Manhattan likes her men regal. Y/N Stark grew up loving the king, but when the tables turn and the lovers are torn apart, she aims her arrows at the second in line for the throne.

THIS IS A MINI SERIES SO NO TAGGING SORRY X

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for my bae @caplansteverogers

The royal palace has always been a place of mixed feelings. When you were younger and your father was still very much in love with his second wife, your mother, you could roam the palace at all hours of day and not a soul would blink an eye. You’d play in the royal garden with your bow and arrow in an attempt to impress young prince Bucky. Then you’d race each other to the pond where you’d find young master Steve feeding the ducks, the bastard son of King George. The three of you would stay at the water until nightfall and the palace guards came looking for the prince.

But once you reached the desirable age of 16, the king of New York took note of your exceptional beauty, a beauty all men wished to possess but none could claim except the prince, for Bucky captured your heart a long time ago. Nevertheless, before the prince was even born, his father King George made an arrangement with the richest Duchess of all, Natalia of Queens, to unify their strengths with a marriage between prince Bucky and her daughter Natasha.

So when king George realised Bucky would never look at any other women ever again as long as you were in his life, he promised your father all the richness and all the land his heart desired if he sent you away from the palace and to your aunt. Your father, the duke of Manhattan Tony Stark, was now the Duke of Manhattan and Staten Island, where your aunt and uncle resided. The offer of the king was too good to turn down and thus young Y/N joined her aunt Wanda where she lived with her brother Count Pietro, both unmarried.

You remained with your aunt Wanda and uncle Pietro for several years, forging relationships stronger than the ties of blood. You met a young farmer, Clint Barton, and his wife Sarah along with their two kids. It was Clint that taught young Wanda and Pietro all they needed to know to uphold their county after their parents died an untimely death. It is thanks to Clint that young Count Pietro managed to keep his father’s people thriving and strengthened the community.

It was also Clint that comforted you when the letter came the day before Christmas, demanding your return to court as a lady in waiting to the new queen. King George had been involved in a so-called hunting accident and unfortunately laid down his life the next morning. The coronation of the new king, king James, was to coincide with the announcement of the engagement of King James to Duchess Natasha Romanova of Queens. The letter had been signed by king James and delivered by his half-brother Steve Rogers, the Duke of Brooklyn, who per request of the king was to personally escort you back to court.

“My old friend,” you great the blond with a gratuitous smile. Steve has definitely aged with grace and he looked quite valiant in his grey suit with gold cufflinks.

Steve presses a chaste kiss to your cheek as a greeting. “It’s been too long, Y/N. I’m sorry to hear about your father’s passing… Duchess Stark.”

“Oh please,” you wave away the title as if it means nothing, “Don’t call me Duchess Stark. Duchess will do just fine for formal events. But in private, you can always call me Y/N… Steve.” Getting into the car with him, you inquire about the situation at the household of the Duke and Duchess of The Bronx. “I’ve heard many rumours but I doubt they are true.”

“After the Duke’s death, Duchess Carter and her daughter Sharon have found refuge at court. As long as they are at court, they’re under the protection of King James. But if they wish to return to the Bronx, the people will have their head within the hour. The fate of the Bronx now rests with the king but my guess is that that’s exactly why he called you back to court.”

This spikes your interest and you easily betray your curiosity by exposing your expression to any signs of confusion and excitement. “The Bronx is Manhattan’s neighbour and it’s my belief he wishes to make you Duchess of Manhattan, Staten Island and the Bronx, as you have always been loved by the people all over New York.”

Pursing your lips, you reply rather sourly. “I have my father to thank for that. A lousy family man but always good to the people, throwing luscious balls for both the elite and the commoners. Everyone was welcome, always.”

Resting a hand on your knee, Steve leans in to whisper something in your ear, mindful of the driver as he too is employed by the king. “He also means to take you on as his mistress.”

“I see,” you answer dryly, clearly not amused by Steve’s revelation. “He can’t have Queens and Manhattan, not even for sake of tradition.”

It is a well-known secret that the eve of the announcement of an engagement, the king also announces his mistress. He or she is then brought to his chambers after the official ceremony, where they will consummate their silent agreement. Yet the king’s mistress is also the king’s favourite and usually granted with either title, land, money, or other precious goods. Yet you already have a title and more land than you wish, money doesn’t fancy you either so there’s nothing that he could offer to persuade you.

Once you arrive at court, you are rushed to your quarters where you are left to your own devices, preparing for the occasion. There is however an impressive collection of gowns waiting for you in the dressing room, all hand-picked by Bucky or so Steve tells you. Eventually your eyes fall on a soft red-pink ballgown with roses stitched on the skirt of the dress.

The Duke of Brooklyn awaits your arrival at the end of the hallway to escort you to the grand hall where the festivities are taking place. His eyes are glued to your dress, scanning you from head to toe as he checks out your bosom as well.

“You do know something is missing right?,” he queries playfully, stepping behind you and asking you to lift up your hair to he can put on the necklace he purchased for you. Or rather, the necklace King James purchased for you, a ruby diamond embroidered in gold.

Offering his arm to you, his joyous expression soon turns serious again. “Don’t speak to the Duchess Natasha,” he warns immediately, a threatening undertone cutting like a knife into your skin. “With the Bronx, you will possess far more land than her, and if Bucky means to marry us off to each other… The only thing Natasha’s power will rely on is her money, and the kingdom needs money or Bucky wouldn’t be marrying her.”

Turning towards your friend right before the doors to the ballroom, you whisper under your breath in a sharp timbre. “I am not marrying you, Steve. I will only marry for love, nothing less.”

Your eyes soften when the lights falling on Steve’s face reveals his shattered hopes. Cupping his cheek you watch how he leans into your touch regardless of your rejection and you realise that no matter what, the Duke of Brooklyn will love you forever, just like you will love Bucky forever.

The king is sitting on his throne, with his future queen next to him. The crown weighs heavy on his head, even though the coronation and announcement of his engagement ran as smoothly as he had expected. But there’s a thorn in his eye, a gilded rose dancing in his line of vision. Duchess Y/N Stark, now the Duchess of both Manhattan as the Bronx by his command, is waltzing away on the melodious tunes of the orchestra.

Getting up and strutting toward the centre of the room where she is laughing at something funny Steve’s just whispered in her ear, all guests make way for the king as I wave at the orchestra to keep playing. They don’t seem to mind the interruption, Y/N’s eyes as innocent as those of a doe but with a heart of a stallion, Steve’s broad posture as warm and welcoming as ever. They truly are a match made in heaven, I might convince myself.

Once I lace my arm around Steve’s shoulder, after the initial curtesy and politeness, I grin widely at my eldest friends. “I am so glad you could make it.” My voice is somewhat sincere, breaking a little under the pressure of keeping a straight face around the love of my life. “I am so glad I found you together as well since I have good news for both of you.”

“She already knows, Bucky,” Steve interrupts me before I can tell her I’ve decided to make the biggest mistake of my life and arrange her wedding to Steve without her permission. “And she said no.”

Am I infuriated by her insubordination? No. Am I pleased she isn’t following my orders and kissing my ass like all those other fuckers? Yes. But does that mean she’s off the hook. Absolutely not. “Y/N, a word, please,” I sneer while gripping her upper arm tightly, ghosting through the masses as casually as possible. But the guests are too busy enjoying the luxury and splendour of the palace to notice what’s going on behind the scenes.

Instantly taking her to my private living room, I press my lips to hers ardently yet violently as my anger and longing consume me completely. The clock strikes midnight on Christmas morning when she gingerly gives in and kisses back.

“I didn’t know kissing people at midnight on Christmas morning was a thing…,” she chuckles softly when she pulls away, chest heaving slightly.

Sliding my lips down her neck and onto her throat, she moans with a little giggle once my lips close around her pulse point. “It is now.”

“Are you trying to change my mind about marrying Steve?” Pushing my chest very gently, she tries to create some distance between us. “Because I won’t. I should be your queen, Bucky, not Natasha.”

With a deep, shuddering exhale I make it clear to her that I will not take no for an answer. Batting my hands away when I try to pull her to my chest, my hand lashes out and strikes her across the cheek. I have never hit a women nor would I ever do so, or so I thought. But Y/N inspires the demon inside me and I am beyond myself when I can’t have her and can’t have my way with her.

Clutching her cheek in the palm of her hand, she takes long strides away from me, her face contorted in pain and surprise, disbelief but mostly betrayal. Then the mask covers her true emotions as if turning the page of a book, her face cold. “Your wish is my command,” she replies with a monotone voice. “Goodbye, King James.”

I let her slip away without another word, my heart falling into its grave.

Finding Steve isn’t hard when you’ve grown up inside these walls. By the river, where the ducks still reside, I find him kneeling and trying to lure a mother with her baby ducks with some pieces of bread he stole from the banquet.

“Steve…,” you call out his name but instead of walking over to you, he beckons you to come to him instead and try gaining the trust of the ducklings yourself. Because you have a heart for animals, of course you agree and soon your dress is stained by the fresh, green grass.

The fluffy ducklings shuffle closer and closer until one eventually takes the bait and the others follow naturally. They are so cute and cuddly you can’t help but shelter one in the palm of your hand and pet the adorable little creature before giving it back to the mother.

“What did Bucky say?,” Steve inquires gingerly, his eyes cast downwards in anxious anticipation.

Clearing your throat, you stand in front of the blond with your head held high and a straight back. Even though the decision falls hard on you, there’s no way you can take back the words you said to Bucky. You have torn him from your life and thrown the pages into the fire. And vengeance is a peculiar beasty, much like ambition and blind adoration.

“Steve,” I mumble to his lips, our breaths mingling in the freezing air of night. “Tell me… How much would you like to be king?”

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misguidedasgardian · 3 years

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My love, his duty // Chapter 6

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Your king pleases you in taking you away from court, just the two of you

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: PURE SEXXX Sex, Sex, Sex, kidding, teeth rotting fluff, smut, oral sex (m and f recieving), fingering, all very vanilla I must say, mentions of past indiscretions, conversations about sin, sex, and religion, just two royal bananas falling in love.

+18 please. (but just for explicit sex scenes)

Word Count (Chapter): 4.2 k

Notes: This is more of a fun chapter, almost a drabble.

This chapter lasts like a month from start to finish, they are in the royal version of a honeymoon.

I must say, I really really enjoy writing this story, and I´m so happy you are enjoying it too, but also, sometimes when I re-read it, I see some really gringe mistakes I make, I will be working hard on polishing those, so you can read the story better :) I might edit some phrases and grammatical errors from past chapters, but the story and conversations will of course remain the same

“Sharon” he started, “After many years, I´m afraid this relationship must come to an end, you must retire from court”

“But, My King” she said, “Why?” His look told her everything she needed, “Because of her?” she asked, outraged, “You have met her for less than a month”

“She is my wife!”

“You didn't care about that” she spitted, “When you were fucking me a fortnight before your wedding!”

“You don't speak to me in that way!” he growled

“You love me! as much as I love you!” she accused

“Sharon” he started, “I am sorry”

“You said that it was only for the alliance” she growled, “That you loved me” he called her in fact, “my love” he wouldn't say explicitly he loved her though

“I know, and I am very sorry, but she is my wife, and I want to respect her, and I promised I´ll gave her a chance”

“You are abandoning me” she accused

“I´m very sorry, we have been together for ten years, and I assure you I enjoyed every day of it” he said softly, this was breaking his heart as well, he did not love her, but she was a loyal friend and a passionate and compliant lover. But it had to come to an end. Steve was right, you were kind and good and didn't deserve his adultery

“You are going to expel me from court?”

“I'm trying to keep your dignity” he warned, “You may retire to the house and title I gifted you, as a Duchess, it will remain the same for you and your successors, as I promised, with a hefty monthly sum for you”

“So you will hide me?”

“I believe it will save all of us trouble by doing so”

“You think you can buy me off?” he sigh, losing his already thin patience

“I gifted you those things because I cared for you and your dignity,” he said, more serious each time.

“You ruined me!” she accused, still not shearing tears

“I believe I warned you so when we first starting being together, you knew I couldn´t offer you anything else but my bed and a title” he reminded her, “But if you want, I will make a great match for you” he said softly

“I don't want to!” she yelled

“Sharon I have offered my apologies and compensation, I am done” he signaled his guard to open the door for her

“Wait” she said, “I understand this relation has come to an end, but,” he looked at her, waiting patiently, “I wish to stay in court, and tent to her” Bucky thought about it, he found it troublesome, “It is in fact a great honour, and I will find more prospects of a marriage here in court, now the high season is approaching”

“Very well, you have two months” he said firmly, she nodded and bowed and left the room

He sigh heavily as he dropped to the chair behind him, he should banish her, but she was in some measure, right. He had drove away every prospect of marriage for her, for ten years, he wanted to help her to ease his conscience

You were right, you both needed some time alone away from court. So he made his decision

“So, you are taking the Queen away?” asked Steve

“Yes, I finally seen what is needed for our marriage to grow fonder, and I want to please her in this”

“This is great”

“At first I had my reservations, since I didn't know how the union was going to turn out, and with the rumours of the rise of the lords in the north, I must say I was scared for both our safeties if we took the royal tour” he took a pause for the information to sink in before he continued, “that's why I intent her to take her to the south, to visit the bath houses of our ancestors”

“A very romantic scenery if I must say” The royal castle of the southern region, called Madripoor, was one of a kind, it was styled after a ancient culture, with delicate styled rooms filled with jewels and incredible architecture, big balconies showing the deepest of the forest of the region, and also, big baths in which you can enjoy all day a warm temperature waters

“Yes, exactly” he said, excited, “And I want the preparations for the coronation finished when we come back, I can't wait any longer to put that crown in her head, with the rumours of the uprising so close, a big coronation might soothe those who plan to raise against us” he stopped, and smiled dumbly, finally looking at Steve, “Besides, I believe we don't have much time before she is with child” Steve smiled widely, clearly following the smile on his friend´s face

“As soon as you come back then, and when would that be?” he asked

“Two fortnights” he said, “Good luck, Vision is in charge till I get back” he said hastily before disappearing through a corner

“I'll let him know!” he yelled, amused

“And raise your arm towards the south” you commanded, “and turn!” you turned around to find your ladies giggling and trying to dance, following your instructions

“We need a dance teacher!” giggled Wanda, trying to keep up with her own feet

“Nonsense, the instructions are clear!” you said. Smiling widely. The only thing you had was a letter describing the instructions for the latest imperial dance teached at the imperial court, “And jump with the knees high!” you said, but the results were hilarious, “Wait just let me….” you grabbed the letter and read it carefully, “Oh I think I'm teaching you the male part”

“Ohhh come on!” yelled Wanda, and you laughed

“I´m sorry, my asgardian is a little rusted” they all giggled as Sarah took the piece of paper from you and read it

“Yep, we were learning the male part of the dance” she said smiling widely, and you all broke in a big laugh again

“I´m sorry!” you laughed

“His majesty the King!” chanted your private Usher, interrupting your giggles, when you and all your ladies bowed to Bucky when he appeared through the tall and squared bushes of the garden

“My Queen!” he greeted with that smiled you liked so much, “I have great news”. he took your hands in yours and kissed them

“What is it?” you murmured

“We´ll leave the court, just you and me, what do you think?” you heard the whispers and sigh of your ladies

“I'll love that” you giggled, “Where are you taking me?”

“To Madripoor castle” he said, “prepare your things we leave as soon as possible”

“Thank you so much,” you said, smiling widely. He kissed you swiftly and, as soon as he came, he left, leaving you again with his ladies, that surrounded you, giggling and whispering

“Oh my! How romantic!”

“Just the two of you? I´m so excited for you”.

“Thank you all so much” you thanked, as you took Wanda and started walking back to the castle to gather your things, but before you could go far enough, you heard, clear as water

“I´ve been there and I can say it is an awful place” snickered lady Sharon.

You pretended you didn't hear her as Wanda grabbed your hand tightly and kept walking. If she had been there it was probably because the King took her there

You had a trunk filled with dresses and jewelry, and Wanda helped you change to your hunting attire for the journey.

As two guards took your trunk to the side doors of the castle, you walked with Wanda by your side to meet the King

“You seem to be tied to the hip” he observed, smiling softly, but to prove him wrong you parted from Wanda to settle between his open arms and kiss him softly

“We can be untied for a good reason” you purred. You turned softly to see Wanda smile at you.

“Take care of the castle while we are gone” said Bucky softly, Wanda nodded enthusiastically, “and if you find it in your heart to be bored, you may tend to The Vision, that is certainly where the fun is going to be while we are not here”

“You go relax, and I will keep this ship going” she promised

“She will rule this place with an iron fist,” you whispered in his ear. He chuckled, leaving you to hug Wanda for one last time before you both entered the carriage.

The ride had been long and tiring, when you reached the castle, it was already dark, and you could not see the scenery clearly. Jmaes helped you get out of the carriage, making a dismissal of the young groom that opened the door of the carriage for you

“Their majesties” chanted the Usher, “King James the third, and Queen (Y/N)” he presented. A the entire household in charge of this castle, presented themself to the both of you

All of the castles in the country had an owner, even if the most important ones belonged to the King, he assigned titles and families to take care of his most important states but this castle in particular, it was James´ favorite, and he would have no one living but himself when he managed to visit

“Your majesties, it is the honor of my life to welcome you to the castle of Madripoor.” A thin man bowed before you

“Thank you for receiving us” you said softly, as the eyes of the man glimmered in admiration

The king then walked until he was close to the man and he leaned in to whisper in his ear

“As you must understand” Bucky whispered in the man's ear, ”We are just married, and we would like nothing but privacy in our stay”

“Your household will become nothing else but little mice you majesty” he promised, smiling awkwardly

You walked the big halls of the castle in wonder, admiring the architecture of the place, you had never seen anything like it. Jewels decorating the arches of the hallway, and rich tapestries and soft silk decorating the walls. You only woke up from your haze when James took your hand softly

“Where am I to sleep?” you asked softly, he chuckled

“With me in the master bedroom of course” he said. Your cheeks heated up at the thought. “We didn´t brought any servants so is up to one another help the other dress and undress” he said with a wicked smile, and your temperature grow so much you felt you could faint

He took your hand in his as he lead you through the small castle, into the double doors at the end of the hallway

“I can't wait to bathe with you tomorrow” he purred in your ear

“What do you mean?” you asked

“This castle is famous for their bathwaters”

“And I want all the tapestries in this room changed, we are bringing this castle into this XVI century” Wanda dictate to the secretary, who was writing it all down, “I Want also to change the monthly menu, it's boring and unsavory, I shall send for Spices from Wakanda itself if I must ”

Wanda walked towards the throne room, to inspect it

“And most importantly” she said, smiling widely, she took a piece of thick paper from the pocket of her dress. She opened it up to show to her small group of followers, your coat of arms. “The new Queen of Brooks coat of arms” half of it was the shield of your family, and the other belonged to the King. The white wolf scratching a silver and blue shield, and at the other side, the beast representing your house, and your colours. “I want this sewn into everything you can get your hands on, we shall hang her new banners in the Queen's side of the hall, and in her throne” she demanded, and everyone there noded.

She was oblivious to the group of men watching her, all of them entertained, as they met in a long table at one side of the hall

“I´m sorry, but what is all this?” The Vision appeared in her eyesight, to all the hubbub Wanda, the ladies and the poor servants that came across them were making

“Well the King and Queen left me in charge of the castle and I decided to make some changes to all the tapestries and furniture” she said simply

“I'm afraid it must be a mistake, my most gracious lady, I´m in charge” he said softly, but amused, since he thought he had meet his match in this colourful and beautiful lady

“You are the one that´s mistaken M´lord” she said, placing her hands on her hips in a powerful stance. “I'm in charge” Vision looked at her and found mischievousness, and he liked it. As much as she liked his soft demeanour.

“Well, we should come to an agreement, won´t you think?” he said, his cheeks glowing red. Wanda smiled wickedly

“I think it must be in everyone's interest to do so” she said, pretending to be thinking about it

Steve just watched the exchange, amused

“Faster!” you yelled, but you could barely speak, by the tiring exercise

“I'm coming!” The King yelled back, and you giggled, “I'll catch you!”

“Yeah sure!” you laughed. “You need riding lessons my King?”

“Are you mocking me?” you stopped your horse when you reached the treeline, the finish line for your made up race. James was only a few strodes after you, and catched you in no time

“I would never dare to do so, M´Lord” you purred, with a mocking smile

“I thought so” he responded with a smile of the same caliber

“So, let´s hunt, then” you murmured.

“Wait, I don't want you to kill him” you pleaded, softly touching his tightened arm

“Why not?” he asked, surprised

“Look at him” it was a beautiful Stag, with big beautiful antlers, “He is the king of the forest” you whispered. You felt his lips in your cheek, kissing you sloppily

“My strong and merciful Queen”

“But that boar though” you whispered

“Oh yeah, you like boars” you smiled and nodded. As you raised the bow and arrow

“Ah ah ah, just like this” he breathed in your ear, as he wrapped his arms around yours, covering your hands with his, and his face so close to your you could feel the warmth of his skin

“Like this?” you asked, innocently, you knew perfectly well how to shoot an arrow, but you let him teach you, you like him being so close to you, enveloped around you. You both released the arrow and it flew threw the air, hitting the target perfectly

“Yes like that” his hands traveled from your arms to your waist, and you turned your head to look at him, finding him so close to you, and his plump lips so close to yours, you couldn't help it, and leaned in to kiss him.

The bow was long forgotten on the floor, and his hands roamed your body, and your focused on hugging him onto you, as his mouth devoured yours

“Let's stop this or I will ravage you here in the middle of the woods” you giggled into his mouth

“We should get back to the castle then”

. . .

In front of you was the most amazing thing you had ever seen an incredible pool of warm water, all of it in a magnificent room, decorated with precious stones carved into the wall and beautiful paintings as well of angels and magical creatures

“Oh wow” you muttered. you felt his hands on your dress, tugging at the cord that held your corset together

“Do you want to take a bath, Your Majesty?” he asked softly in your ear, making you shake

“Yeah I do, Your Majesty” you giggled back, feeling your body tingle with his voice and his touch. He kissed your neck as he got rid of one layer of your dress, leaving you only with a thin fabric, resembling your nightgown. Suddenly you felt ashamed and you hugged yourself, trying to cover up, he paid you no mind and he got rid of your layer as well

“Why are you covering like that?” he purred, surrounding you with his arms. You felt immediate relief as you grabbed his arms softly

“I'm embarrassed of being all naked like this” you whispered

“There is only you and me here, no other” he purred in your ear

“Yeah I know” you said softly. He left your trembling body and felt him moving behind you. You turned around slowly, to help him get rid of his clothes, he smiled when he saw you, with trembling fingers helping him get rid of his thick coat, followed quickly by his thin shirt. You let him get rid of his pants, and boots, and suddenly he was as naked as you were.

“Let's get into the bath” he purred, you took the hand he was offering you, to help you sinked into the warm waters. The feeling instantly soothed you, and Bucky let go of you to float into the clear waters, and you enjoyed the feeling and also the shelter that it gave you from his burning gaze

You curled up against the edge of the bath

“Why are you so far away?” he asked, acting annoyed, “I don't like it, you shall come here to me” you giggled but floated around to meet him in the middle. He received you between his strong arms to hold you against his chest.

You looked into his deep blue eyes and you felt yourself melting into him like you were one, as you floated around together, hugging and just basking in each other's presence

“This is amazing” you muttered, and he hummed in approval. He leaned in and kissed you, tenderly. You hummed in his mouth and let him drag you to the end of the pool

He grabbed you and took you out of the water, making you laid down on the edge of the bath, he was on you in a second, his water dripping body encasing yours as he leaned in and took your mouth in his in a breathless kiss, but even if your body wanting to surround everything you had to him, you mind was picking at you

“Hey, what's the matter my love?” he asked, at noticing your distress

“I´ve been always taught this kind of behaviours are like… unlikely of a princess, let alone a Queen” you didn't know how to express your concerns

“What happens between us in intimacy is our matter alone, not the church´s, not the council, nor the court, only us Queen and King” he looked for understanding in your factions and you gave it to him, nodding softly, “With that being said!” he said with a smirk that made your legs buckle, he grabbed your thighs, spreading them softly, his face lined up with your intimacy

“What are you…? OHHH” you interrupted your own wondering with a deep moan when you felt his lips covering your slick pussy, “Oh James, what is this?” you asked, as he started licking and kissing your intimacy. You were soon clouded with pleasure, and you couldn't help but take one of your hands and take it to his head, grabbing his dark locks and intertwining them into your fingers. There wasn't long before you felt that knot tightening inside of you, and before you could control it, you were having your orgasm in his mouth.

He then still comfortably laid between your legs, he rested his head on your belly, hugging your body with his thick arms around your thighs. You tried to regain your breathing as you caressed his hair

“That was just...“you moaned, not being able to express it with words, and Bucky laughed, the sound rumbling against your skin.

“I'm not done with you yet” he got on his feet, not before he grabbed you, and raised you from the floor. You shrieked of the thrill and hugged him tightly, begging him not to drop you. He walked back to the room, and dropped you on the bed

“I want you on top this time” he said, climbing on the bed with you, grabbing you by your thighs and putting you on top of him, straddling him, “ride me My Queen”

He was falling for you, hard

The first clue was when he woke up one morning, and his heart jumped in his chest when he couldn´t find you lying next to him, he searched desperately around the room, and nothing, you weren't there

And then he heard soft splashes in the bath. He walked gently towards the double doors, and there you were

He looked at you and couldn´t believe what he was seeing, your beautiful body floating around in the big pool of heated water, those eyes that seemed to find him wherever he was, that shy smile you drew only for him. You incarnated the stories he'd heard from sailors and pirates, those who told tells of beautiful and bewitching women, that were capable of dragging men to crash into rocks only with the power of their voice and their eyes

He would jump off a cliff if you´d ask him to

These last weeks had been so dreamed-like, for a moment in his life he never thought he'd married, and now… there you were.

The drastic changes in his life in the past month would have altered anyone, but not him, others weren't married to you, others did not have you. You came into his life like a wild horse, changing everything you touched, but as it seemed, you changed everything for the better

“Are you going to join me, My King?” when you folded your arms in the edge of the pool and you looked at him with those beautiful eyes

Yeah he was a goner

“Are you challenging me? Wife” he threatened, raising his brunette eyebrow

“Perhaps I am, Husband” you responded, raising your own eyebrows, suggestively “When they told me about you they said you never feared a good challenge” you teased

“Oh really?” he said, frowning

“I'm afraid they lied to me” you challenged, “You are playing safe”

“Then I raise you,” he said as he dropped more coins into the growing pile in the middle of the table

“Very well, I match” you giggled, dropping the same amount, and that's when you saw his face

“Let's see” he dropped into the table three Spades

“My queens beat your Spades,'' you said, dropping 3 queens to the table. He looked at you baffled, couldn´t believe what he was seeing

“You provoked me on purpose,” he said, dead serious.

“I might” you said

“And you beat me”

“Something tells me you don't lose too often” you questioned. Bucky stood up, his chair dropping to the floor by the force, and he grabbed the small cards table and threw it, sending all the coins and cards on it flying. You shriek, as you hear the clink sound of the gold hiting he floor alongside the table, not knowing if you should be scared or amused.

It was the latter. He pounced on you, grabbing you by the waist and laying you on the floor by the hearth on top of wolf furs. You threw another sharp shriek followed by a giggle when he position himself on top of you in a blink of an eye

“You'll see what I do to cheaters” he purred as he sank into your neck, planning in devouring you whole

Time flew by with your daily horseback ridings, having lunch in the forest, then ride back to the castle to take endless baths, to eat an early dinner and then spend the early nights playing cards, or just laying around in the balcony, enjoying the warm temperature, you both would lay on big pillows and carpets on the floor, his head on your lap, as you caressed his hair and read for him, tales of adventures from princes and princesses that lived in this palace before you. You made love in all possible places and ways, until your shyness was completely ripped from you and all was left what complete surender for Bucky

It was like a dream

You were totally at his mercy, you felt in the clouds everytime he even looked at you, everytime he touched you, your heart pounded inside your chest, tyin to jump off

But like all dreams, it must come to a end

“Can't we stay here forever?” you asked, the morning of the day you had to go back to the capital. You pouted to him, begging him to stay even more time, Bucky gave you a bright smile

“And exist here, living naked, bathing in big baths eating fruit?” he asked, raising his brown brow

“Yes” you said simply, “Like pure hedonists” He laughed loudly

“I´ll make you a deal, as soon as our firstborn turns 18 years old, we make them King or Queen and we leave the sucker to deal with everything and we retire here”

“Yes!” you shouted, throwing yourself at him, hugging him tightly, he laughed in your ear and the sound gave you joy

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stxrvel · 3 years

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ivy

summary: you have to accept your fate as the wife of another man while the one you love decides to step back.

pairing: royal!au bucky barnes x reader (around 1800's)

words: +2.5k

warnings: very angsty? that's the word, isn't it? highly inspired by ivy (taylor swift always right) and i am not surprised. English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes! also, i'll probably edit this later, and add a few things to it. i only wrote this at midnight and I'm half asleep. EDITED! :)

that's it, hope you like it!

i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time so tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

The ballroom was more crowded than you would expect. People were moving around, laughing and dancing as best they could to the melody that echoed loudly from the band playing at the back of the hall. The sound of clinking glasses and laughing eyes were a constant under your gaze, sharp but cautious, as well as haughty and tense, waiting. Just waiting.

You couldn't stop moving around the room. You encountered countless new faces every time you turned a corner of the castle. It was definitely a huge party, surely worthy of celebrating an event of such magnitude as the one that day. Despite your reluctance to hold such a (gigantic) gathering, you were quickly convinced by the people you lived with in that place, who easily persuaded you by pointing out all the advantages that such a big celebration could bring to the town: besides generating more unity as all the people of the kingdom were present, it was also the perfect opportunity to create political and commercial ties with the regents of the neighbouring kingdoms.

It was, quite simply, the perfect moment for everything and everyone.

Except for you.

The engagement celebration party.

Your engagement to the new king of Anderland, Steven Rogers.

That morning went by too fast. Your mother showed up too early in your chambers, exclaiming that it was the big day where news of such magnitude would be made public and that you were surely entirely happy about what was soon to happen. Marrying Steve, the great and compassionate King Steve. Yes, it was a great event for the kingdom and the reputation of your father's legacy. Your sister, the ruthless Natasha, had appeared in your room in the same manner as your mother with a big smile on her face, and behind her her entourage of professional make-up artists who were going to fix you up for the rest of the morning, the Black Widows.

But the truth was, no, you were not entirely happy. And that fact, if they ever noticed it, was completely overlooked by your mother and Natasha, and even your father, to whom you were closest. It was only a few hours later, minutes before the great feast was to begin, that one person could see the misfortune you were trying to hide in the dull gleam of your eyes.

The Duchess of Vandurness, Wanda Maximoff. Your best friend and only confidante, the only one who truly knew the whole truth.

"By the gods. I haven't seen you this down since Roy passed away," Wanda commented as soon as she entered your room and noticed the dull expression that adorned your face, trying unsuccessfully to cheer you up after reminding you of your dog's death a couple of months ago, "Sorry, bad choice of words."

She approached you with a sympathetic expression, as if she could understand the pain that tightened your chest and the helplessness that left a lump in your throat, but the truth was you didn't know if she could understand.

"I know it's not the big moment you were expecting, nor with whom you were expecting it, but the faster it happens the less strong the pain will be. I promise."

And it was a lie. Of course it was. Wanda didn't lie often, mainly because she wasn't good at it, but when it happened you used to hold on tightly to that lie, because you preferred it to the agonizing grief that would come with accepting the raw truth.

The beginning of the night was hard, amidst fake smiles and hundreds of congratulations from both the townspeople and the kings of the nearby kingdoms. The sight of the pile of dresses swaying to the music and your family pretending that everything was perfect as they chatted animatedly with Steve and his parents, made you terribly anxious because you knew that, when the day was over, there would be no turning back. After that night, your days would be numbered and there would be no escape from the destiny that had been forcibly and fiercely marked in the book of your life.

A destiny in which you were marrying Steve, and not the man you truly loved.

Bucky.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" You heard Steve's voice before you felt his arm around your waist. You lifted your head to watch his blue eyes sparkle under the chandeliers with a confessed adoration for your person, "You've been walking all over the place for a while now."

"Yeah, all good," you quickly replied and returned your gaze to the crowd of couples dancing animatedly, "I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. There are too many people."

"Sure," Steve exclaimed, as if he had suddenly remembered how much you disliked being around people for so long, especially in celebration of an event that caused you nothing but torture, but he couldn't know that, "If you want, I can ask Wanda to escort you to your quarters. I saw her a few seconds ago talking to..."

"Steve," you interrupted him when he had raised his head to try to look for Wanda in the crowd, "No need. I'll take a walk around the courtyard."

"You sure? I can walk with you..."

"I'll be fine, I can take care of myself."

Steve's hand, the one that wasn't around your waist, held your hand as you gave him a tight-mouthed smile. He believed you without hesitation. Of course he did, he always did. He slowly approached your face, not taking his gaze from yours for several seconds, until his lips made contact with yours for a few brief seconds, as if he had all the time in the world to do better later.

His hand squeezed your waist lightly before he let go and gave you a deeply enamoured smile before pulling away and starting to walk to the Stark family table, one of the most important ones. The king, Tony, and Steve had a good relationship, both in battle and when it came to sitting down to talk business or just mundane things like planning a festival in their respective kingdoms to celebrate their recent business union. You could tell he was one of the few people Steve considered a friend.

You averted your gaze as your future husband took a seat between Tony and his wife, and took a deep breath which, for familiar reasons, caused a burning in your chest that you had been trying to control for months.

You began to make your way to the gold decorated glass door that led to a grand stone staircase adorned with beautiful green bushes, freshly trimmed that morning, with breathtaking floral arrangements.

As you finished descending the steps, you noticed Wanda seated to the left of the exit along with her brother, Duke Pietro Maximoff. Their gazes focused on your figure as you stopped to watch them, both so condescending and kind, willing to turn a blind eye as you walked to the back of the courtyard, knowing the way by heart. Walking with the same speed and emotion as hundreds of times before, days in a row and nights on the run, burning with the pain of stolen moments and tight-mouthed smiles full of anguish; expressions that tried to hide an affliction that they tried to appease with the warmth of two bodies.

A fiery grief that would never be extinguished.

"Bucky," you whispered like a prayer, watching the man through the window of the small gardening house where he spent most of his time, "Bucky."

You opened the door with a little more force than usual, and the man was elated for a few seconds. When your gaze met his, a bitter feeling welled up in his chest, and you felt the same sourness pass through your body as he turned his gaze to the ground refusing to continue to look at something that could never be his. Something that did not belong to him, nor something he would belong to.

You approached slowly, closing the door behind you, always bolted. You watched his body tense as you were too close to be able to brush his body with a breath. So close to love and so far from accepting the truth.

"The flowers are beautiful," was the only thing that could come out of your mouth, as you felt a burning in your eyes that you were sadly familiar with, "I would never have imagined that dahlias and lilies would create such a sight to behold as you arranged them."

Bucky felt a shiver run through his body as he heard your voice crack. The temptation to raise his hands so that he could shelter you in his arms, trying to drown out and drive away the grief that also gripped him at those moments. But he couldn't... he shouldn't.

You raised one of your hands to rest on his shoulder, and though you knew he wanted to repel the gesture, he did not. He held still as you ran your fingers up and down the material of his shirt.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, choking back a sob.

"It's not your fault."

"I could have objected, I can make my own decisions."

"You couldn't have done anything. You couldn't change the decisions that were made before you were born."

The man turned his face to look at you, your eyes crystalline like dewdrops on flowers and the ground after a rainy day. His eyes narrowed as he tried to contain his suffering as you freely expressed it, because he did not want to collapse in front of you. He had always been the strong one, he couldn't let himself be defeated at that moment.

"I should have tried harder," you try to excuse yourself, but Bucky was already shaking his head in denial.

"There was nothing we could do. That's how it was supposed to happen."

His cold hand took yours, squeezing it a little as if that way he could appease the aching clamour of your need to be with him. Of him being the man you would soon marry, the one to put that ring on your finger, on the hand he held so tightly, as if just letting go of it meant he had to let you go forever; let you go with someone who wasn't him, and that was totally unacceptable.

"It's not fair. I don't understand why my father wouldn't listen to me. There's nothing he won't do for me, why not this time... not...?"

"Steve is a good man, Y/N, he'll know how to take care of you."

"No, no, no..." you shook your head repeatedly, trying to get the idea that you would spend the rest of your life with a man you didn't love out of your mind, "Don't you dare, Barnes."

"We've spent so much time pushing our luck, I feel like we're already running out."

"You started this! If we're burning now it's because of you, and now you don't want to do anything about it," your voice sounded desperate, trying to find a way out of this little war in which they had no chance of winning.

"The best thing we can do is to leave it here, just go our separate ways from now on. We can't risk it any more."

"You told me this wouldn't happen," your eyes quickly blurred with tears that expressed the uneasiness that haunted your stability like a threat, "And you said - you said if this happened, we'd leave. You said we'd leave! You said you weren't going to leave me alone."

"We can't do that. We'd spend our whole lives running away."

"So what of it?"

"Running away to survive isn't life, Y/N."

The fire that burned in the pit of your stomach didn't subside, it only seemed to grow hotter with every word that came out of the mouth of the man in front of you. The man who had promised you a life and was now tearing it all apart in front of you like a tiny sheet of paper.

You couldn't stop the sobs that came out of your mouth, that tried to give sound to the unbearable pain you felt knowing that there was nothing to fight for now.

A broken heart.

"You're a coward," you managed to say, then abruptly pulled your hands away from his. The look of rage and anger you gave him froze him for a few seconds, trying to understand that he had caused it with his insecurities and his infinite fear of ruining your life, "You said you weren't going to leave," your voice came out as a broken whisper, a sentence you repeated to try to convince yourself that what was happening couldn't be true.

"I'm doing what I think is best for you."

"What's best for me?" you exclaimed, incredulously. It seemed that the man in front of you was not the same man who smiled at you every morning when you had your clandestine meetings, lamenting the loss of his dreams, his promises and the living. "What's best for me is to be with you, Bucky! Not with Steve, not with my parents, not in this castle. If you're not here none of this will be worth it in the end."

"I can't give you what you need, or what you deserve. You're not going to have a good life with me."

"It's going to be a good life just by being with you."

Bucky pursed his lips, his eyes glazing over just like yours the first time you spoke. He was afraid to speak for a few seconds, feeling his breath hitch with every sullen breath he took trying to calm the runaway beating of his heart. His heart, which rejected everything that came out of his mouth.

The feeling of despair mixed with helplessness took over his resignation and he was quickly trying to find a way to make you see reason. To let you know that really this, all this suffering, was for the welfare of both of you. His lack and inadequacy of words made him feel incapable of anything for a moment. His world was falling apart.

"What are we supposed to do if he found out? He'd destroy this damn castle!"

You cringed as Bucky turned away from you and ran his hands through his dark hair. His exalted voice hadn't surprised you, you'd heard him angry a couple of times before, but that voice had never been directed at you with such rage and impotence. He had never looked at you the way he did now: scared, desperate and fearful of what might happen, whether you would continue all this from the shadows, as always, or whether you would decide to run away and not look back, knowing that you would live with a sign marked on your back with someone chasing you wherever you set foot.

And, sadly, he was right.

"I can't do this, Y/N, it's too... painful."

"But you can't just walk away. I'm covered in you. I'm your half and you're mine. Wherever we go, a part of the other is always going to be incomplete."

"Then I will rejoice in the knowledge that someday our halves will meet again, and be united as they once were."

His eyes watched you resignedly, and though you wanted to yell at him to try to talk some sense into him, you knew he was too stubborn. You took no comfort in knowing that he would suffer if he left, because you would be the same. At least he would have his freedom, he could freely start a life with whomever he wanted the moment he left this realm, but what about you? You would have to start a life, as queen, hand in hand with someone to whom you cannot, nor will you ever be able to, return the love he professes for you.

The adoration with which you looked at Bucky, how your hands worshipped him as if he were some kind of mythological god and how your body reacted to his, was something you could never give to Steve. It was something you could never give to anyone else you were with after Bucky.

He broke you. Something in you died that night as you watched him resign himself to losing the fight he'd started, but wasn't capable of fighting even because it was tearing him apart inside.

"There's still a chance we may never see each other again," you murmured reluctantly, and his gaze met yours. The pain his gaze reflected was a mirror image of yours, and his shoulders slumped as he weighed the possibility he had not wanted to think about.

"Then we will meet where spirit meets bone."

His voice was a low, raspy whisper, out of tune with the speed at which his chest moved with his breathing. Unlike his body, straight and tense, his eyes said everything his heart truly felt, even though he knew he felt the same emptiness in his chest as you did. The emptiness of knowing you're going to lose what you love the most without being able to do anything about it.

You weren't ready for this. You weren't ready to give up, but you couldn't stand alone fighting for a lost cause, when a relationship like yours stands strong when they run hand in hand.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you knew there was no turning back.

"In a land forgotten by faith."

Bucky shook his head in denial, frantic because he knew what would happen next, but reluctant to stop you from making the one decision he had allowed you to make.

You moved quickly to him, and cradled his pain-stricken face. Your thumbs moved gently over his cheeks and he closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. The last he would feel, surely for the rest of his life.

"Goddamn, Barnes," you muttered closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his, "I should never have let you in. But how was I supposed to know?"

Your breaths hitched for a few seconds, as they did every time you lay down on the makeshift bed in that little cottage, just staring at the sky through the glass that adorned the ceiling thinking of the endless possibilities they would have if this wasn't their destiny.

"I'm sorry," was all he said. And certainly the last thing you would hear from his lips for the rest of your life.

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i didn't intend to end it here, but sleep overcame my ideas and my inspiration, sorry! edited!

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

“What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

“Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

“Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

“Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

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secret service | bucky barnes

[Warnings] secret service!bucky x reader, reader is vp’s daughter, bodyguard!bucky, agegap, noncon/dubcon sex, brat tamer bucky, dominant x submissive, rough sex (wear protection kids!!)

A/N: this is for @nsfwsebbie ‘s dream fic challenge. Happy b-day sab! this is @mypoisonedvine ‘s dream fic and the prompt was “I would love anything dark bucky, especially if he starts out all nice and stuff but then he's all manipulative and it gets worse and worse until we're in heavy dub con/non con territory”. hope you enjoy bb!

In which a political trip to London allows you to be reunited with your favorite secret service member, Bucky Barnes.

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“You’ll need to be on your best behavior this weekend. We can’t have an incident like last year.”

You didn’t meet your mother’s eyes as you looked out the window of the private plane. Surprising to most, this time you spent watching her read her millions of paperwork was the most time you spent with her. Your mother cared for you but she was not warm. You didn’t believe a warm person could make it so high in the government. Being the daughter of the Vice President, you saw the kinds of dirty, manipulative politics that went on behind the scene.

You wanted little part of it but, here you were, about to land in London for an important public event.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” She continued to talk despite your lack of an answer, “That means you tell your agents when you’re going somewhere. I don’t care if you’re only walking down the hall to the ice machine, you tell them. You’ve known this since you were a little girl, I don’t know why you always give me a hard time.”

“I’m already here alone, Mom. Must you torture me further by suffocating me?”

“I know you must think it’s fun to rendezvous with some foreign prince but I must ask you to keep your legs closed for this trip and listen to your security.”

Your mouth parted. She thought of you as some whore but the truth was that you were far from the persona she forced upon you, “You don’t know me at all. And Alden isn’t a prince, his father is a prince. He’s just a duke,” You faked a smile and she scowled at you.

You weren’t expecting her next words, “I have a surprise for you when we land.”

You paused for a moment, trying to read her face. She was perfect at disguising her true emotions and, as her daughter, the thought that you didn’t really know your mother was saddening, “A surprise? I thought you were lecturing me.”

“You won’t listen unless I bribe you, Y/N,” Just as the words left her mouth, the pilot spoke on the intercom. The plane was beginning its descent and in a moment you’d be landing. One of your mother's assistants had to approve all your outfits for this trip. After some discourse, you decided on a light pink dress for your arrival look. It hugged your curves the way you liked but it reached down to your knees modestly as your mother preferred.

When you were finally stepping down the stairs to the plane, watching your mother wave to the press, and the diplomats ready to greet her, you realized what your surprise was. Two sleek, black cars waited at the end of the red carpet and the sight of the man standing in front of the second one made your heart race.

It took everything in you not to run to him. His dark hair was styled neatly, his arms folded over his nicely pressed black suit and a soft look of happiness was displayed on his strong face. He was just like you remembered him, the earpiece in his ear and the gold pin on his lapel reminded you of his position.

“This is my surprise?” Your mother turned to you with a grin.

“I know how much you like Agent Barnes, maybe you’ll actually listen to him. You’re going straight to your hotel room, I will see you later tonight.”

“Of course, my beloved mother. Like all teenagers, I love sitting in my hotel room and doing nothing while I’m on a trip.”

You watched your mother walk away from you, going to the first car while you approached the second car. Your speed picked up as you neared him. He opened the door for you, winking, “Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach. I repeat, Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach.”

Everyone the secret service protected had a codename. You’d been a proud girl scout for most of elementary school and then middle school when your mother went from Senator to Vice President. The name stuck and you thought it was annoying now that you’d grown out of that phase but you liked the name on his lips.

As you carefully slipped inside the car, you were beaming and, as Bucky slipped in beside you, you had to wait to pounce. You attacked him with a hug as soon as the doors closed and none of the crowd could see you through the tinted windows. You felt his hand against your back, hugging you tightly and it was then that you realized how touch starved you had been.

Everyone you came in contact had to go through your guards and that was often an intimidating process for most guys. Even though you had started college, you decided to avoid boys altogether because of this.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Your eyes were wide even as you pulled away from him, “How?”

Bucky gave you a soft smile, “Well I can’t tell you all the details since they’re top secret but, let’s say, my mission didn’t take as long as predicted.”

Your eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, “So you killed the bad guys and they let you come back to play babysitter?”

Bucky shook his head, giving you an amused look, “So crass. I see nothing has changed,” He leaned over and, for the briefest second, you thought his face was leaning into yours. Instead, he had reached over to grab your seatbelt as he safely secured it around your waist. Your cheeks heated up and you found yourself looking into the rearview mirror where you could see the two agents sitting in the front seat, “I apologize for being gone so long.”

“You didn’t miss much,” You said to console him, “Just senior year which was nothing special.”

Seeing him now made you think about meeting him those six years ago. He was so young then, just having served in the Army, but somehow aging had made him look even better. You had a feeling he was just as king and loyal as before. You were just a middle schooler at the time, hormonal, and constantly fighting with your parents about your lack of freedom. Maybe you hadn’t changed much either.

You watched him fasten his own seatbelt as the car began to take off, “Nothing special, hmm?” He cocked his eyebrow, “What about prom? Graduation?”

“Oh, it was effectively ruined by my arch-nemesis. He stole my spot as Salutatorian, my prom date wouldn’t stop talking to him about nanotech for the entire evening, and guess who got into Stanford for early admission just like yours truly?”

“Little Peter Parker?” Bucky chuckled.

“He’s not so little anymore,” You crossed your arms, pouting, “He’s only jealous that my mother was chosen as Vice President and his uncle was chosen for the lousy Secretary of Labor position.”

“Seems he must like you a lot to follow you to Stanford. To move all the way across the country,” You gave him an incredulous look, “C’mon, princess, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I’ve noticed,” You rushed out your words, trying to ignore that feeling you got when he called you princess. If anyone else had said that, you’d probably feel disgusted but … you couldn’t help but think that term of endearment had changed its meaning. The truth was that you never thought Peter liked you and now you were worrying that your lack of social awareness had caused you to ignore the warning signs, “The last person I want to talk about is Peter Parker, Bucky.”

“Fine,” He folded his hands in front of him, sighing.

“Besides,” You side-eyed him mischievously, “I have someone far more important who feigns for my attention.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky leaned in.

“A duke,” You finished.

Bucky’s face seemed to fall, “I can’t imagine you as a duchess,” You couldn’t imagine yourself as one either but you liked the excitement that Alden brought you, “And your mother informed me of what happened last year. I’ll probably lose my job if something like that occurs again.”

“You’d tattle on me? I thought we were friends, Bucky.”

“That was when you were a harmless little girl. Now, you’re …” His eyes seemed to roam over your face then they fell to your neck but they moved back to your eyes before they could travel any lower, “You’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?”

You reached out to tap his cheek playfully and smirked, “I missed you.”

You weren’t sure exactly what holier-than-thou charity that these rich people had gathered in ball gowns to donate to. It was probably a minuscule fraction of their wealth and they most likely were only here to keep up appearances. Still, you enjoyed a chance to dress up.

You moved through the historical museum in a red ball gown, admiring all the expensive artifacts, as Bucky escorted you. You expected your mother to be with you during the event she’d forced you to attend but it seemed that she was once again too busy. You would’ve felt lonely if Bucky hadn’t been there. The other agents kept their distance, wearing tuxedos to blend into the rest of the crowd as they watched you from a distance.

Every now and then your conversation with Bucky would be interrupted by a message coming through his squiggly earpiece.

He looked quite handsome tonight and by the outline of his biceps against the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, you could tell he had bulked up over the last year.

“Madam Vice President had a run-in with the Prime Minister's wife. Turns out they’ve been dying to talk. She’ll meet you once the auction begins.”

“Oh, an auction, is that what this is? What endangered species are we saving tonight?”

“Funny,” Bucky added sarcastically, “... I don’t see your prince around. Perhaps he found another famous daughter to entertain for the night.”

You gave him a venomous look, “That cannot be possible when I look like this,” You emphasized your glamorous look that had taken nearly five hours to get on, “Now, would you please escort me to my table? I’m sure he’ll come and find me once you’re not standing beside me like a big tree.”

The truth was that you had no idea if Alden even remembered you from last year. He did make out with you but who knows how many famous daughters he had tried to entertain before. You hated how right Bucky seemed.

Bucky didn’t add anything to your harsh words as he escorted you into a large ballroom. It was so elegantly decorated that the room smelled like money. Blue stripes of light wavered through the room making it feel like you were in the middle of the ocean. You couldn’t help that the feeling of drowning that she experienced was a bad touch on the organizer's part.

Of course, your mother’s table was right near the front of the room. As Bucky pulled back the white chair, you took a seat, not meeting his eyes, “You’re dismissed, Mr. Barnes,” You spoke over your shoulder.

To your surprise, he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You cause any problems tonight, princess, and you deal with me.”

Your mouth pinched into a thin line as you were left speechless. When you looked back, he was already walking away, taking his position by the far wall. You looked away quickly, mentally cursing. So much for having the upper-hand. You slouched in your seat, looking around the hall which was now flooding with people.

A few people you vaguely remembered having a conversation with approached you to talk. Hollywood celebrities, European politicians, and even famous designers hoping to get you to wear some of their designs. Lately, the paparazzi loved to follow you as you walked to class and gossip sites loved to talk about what you wore.

Everyone was so busy trying to get your attention that you hadn’t noticed someone slip in the seat beside you, “You look like you need something to drink,” You were a bit startled but you immediately recognized his voice. It seemed a year had made him more handsome as well. With one hand he grabbed yours and kissed it and with the other he handed you a glass of champagne.

“Your grace,” You greeted him, accepting the glass. You had almost forgotten that you could legally drink here. Despite that, you knew it would be improper to your mother. That’s why you took a sip, “Thank you so much-” You winced at the bitter taste but continued to sip.

The young duke was tall and red-headed, his face peppered with adorable freckles. His royal get-up was even more attractive.

You looked back at Bucky who was staring intently, “Is a night of fun in the cards for us?” You turned back to the Prince.

“I’m not supposed to rendezvous with royalty anymore. My Mom was not happy with me.”

He leaned back casually in his chair, his leisurely nature was surprising to you, “Is she usually happy with you?”

“Touche,” You took another painful sip, “Still, I’m not supposed to leave this table and I’m supposed to go straight back to my hotel room. No funny business.”

“No shenanigans whatsoever?” He frowned and you wondered why the British accent was so heavenly, “You must, at the very least, keep me entertained through whatever ceremony this is-”

“An auction, your grace.”

“What endangered species are we trying to save this time? It won’t be enough money anyways since they decorated this place with literal diamonds,” You smiled as you saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask, “Something stronger, perhaps?”

Bucky tapped his foot, starting to tune out the voice in his ear.

The room was now full of socialites, Madam Vice President had been escorted to her seat, and now the auction was beginning. The Vice President hadn’t so much as hugged her daughter so Bucky doubted she had noticed you were drinking yet. The young Duke would refill your glass with a clear liquid every time it ran low.

You were now giggling and laughing with him as a serious speech was given. You had to be at least six shots in. You played with his hand in your lap, leaning over to whisper in his ear, as you had the time of your life.

Bucky didn’t panic, only made a quick decision, “Girl Scout is in need of some rescuing. Clear the exit.”

Bucky scanned the room and his men began to follow his orders, as he approached your table. Before you could take another sip of your drink, his hand was on your shoulder. Your mother flashed him a concerned look but Bucky gave her a look to tell her not to worry. Luckily, she hadn’t noticed yet that you were about to go off the rails.

“Want some?” You smiled lazily as you lifted your glass. Bucky took it from you, setting back on the table.

“I think you need to use the bathroom, Miss Y/L/N,” You gave him a confused look. You wondered why he was being so stern with you.

“Nooo, I think you have the wrong woman, officer,” Bucky grabbed onto your hand, urging you up from your seat, “Let me deal with this rude man, your grace, I’ll be back soon.”

It seemed the Duke was in a similar, drunk state and simply replied with, “Return soon, my darling. I shall wait for your return-” You couldn’t respond because Bucky was trying to pull you away. Luckily, Bucky hadn’t managed to cause a scene but he knew you’d end up getting blackout drunk and embarrassing your mother if you continued.

Agents flocked around the two of you as you were guided out of the room. You almost tripped on the long skirt of your dress though Bucky easily caught you. You held onto him, giggling, “You couldn’t make it one night, could you?” You walked through a long hallway, staff carrying large plates of food passed and stared.

He brought you to the bathroom which was ginormous in itself, chandeliers hanging across the length of it, and completely empty, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, officer.”

He leaned against the wall, “Walk around. Splash water on your face. Sober up.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink counter, as you stared at your makeup. As if you would ruin your makeup to “sober up”.

You pouted, staring at him through the mirror, “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Bucky. Only my mother.”

“Your mother is my boss. When you upset her, she’s upset with me,” Bucky was terse, and you wondered where that soft side was starting to disappear to, “You shouldn’t be drinking anyway.”

You huffed, hating that this conversation was starting to ruin your buzz, “I’m not a child. Don’t tell me you never had a sip of alcohol before you were twenty-one.”

“You think you’re more mature than you actually are,” You couldn’t help the scowl that formed on your face, “You’re not drinking for fun. You’re drinking to spite your mother.”

He moved closer, his hands behind his back as he sunk his words into you like a knife. You turned to him, taking a challenging step toward him. He towered over you but you clung to that anger and turned it to what you thought was confidence.

You grinned up at him, reaching out to play with the buttons of his jacket, “I thought you knew me better, Bucky,” You looked up at him with longing eyes, “I’m not a little girl anymore and you know that. You look at me differently. Your eyes linger on places you shouldn’t even be watching.”

Bucky grabbed your wrist tightly, suddenly, “Stop,” You knew you had touched a nerve.

“See, I know these things now,” You teased, “You like it when you can swoop me up and save me.”

“It’s my job, Y/N,” He spoke sternly. He was still holding you despite his words.

“What is it that you really want from me?” You pressed yourself closer to him, “A kiss maybe? Or something more forbidden?”

His eyes were dark with lust and you watched them linger on your lips at the mention of a kiss. What exactly did you want from him and what hole had you just dug for yourself? The alcohol was giving you courage but you weren’t actually sure how to finish what you started.

Bucky decided for you. He turned your body quickly, pressing your back into him, as a hand tightened around your throat. He faced you toward the mirror and the two of you were illuminated with bright lights. Your eyes widened as you watched him lean into your ear, “You’re such a brat ….”

Maybe part of him wanted you to mess up. Maybe he wanted a reason to get you alone with him and away from the royal douche that you were talking to. Maybe he let you get to this point ...

“Bucky, what are you-” His hand tightened around your throat and you felt your knees go weak.

He shushed you, “You asked what I really wanted. I want to punish you, princess,” Shivers went through your body as his warm breath tickled your ear, “I want to fuck you speechless so you can’t talk back with that smart little mouth of yours anymore.”

You started to struggle against you but you felt his fingers tighten around the sides of your throat. His hands were so big that they wrapped perfectly around your neck, “Hands on the counter,” He loosened his grip but only so he could push you forward. Like instinct, your hands held the sink counter. You turned your head to look back at him but he grabbed your hair, forcing your face forward, “Look forward, I want you to be able to see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry,” You forced out shakily as you felt the back of your dress being slowly unzipped. Through the mirror, you watched as he carefully took in the view of your body, “Please don’t hurt me-”

“Have I ever hurt you before?” He interrupted you, his hands traveling over your bareback, “I’ll always protect you, princess. I just think, if I’m going to keep doing my job, we need some new rules.”

The straps of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your breast. Again, as you tried to look away, he forced your face towards the mirror again, “Don’t be shy now,” He pulled down your panties, slapping your now exposed bottom, sending a stinging pain through your skin.

There was aching between your legs and part of you feared what he’d discover when he took a closer look. As you watched him undo his belt, a dark look in his eyes, you knew that he was going to push you all the way. He slapped your ass again, watching your body convulse as you tried to run from the pain. Surprisingly, his intimate touch only made that aching grow.

Upon closer examination, Bucky did discover the wetness between your legs. You bit down on your lip as his fingers roamed over your sweet spot, rubbing your sensitive bulb. You bent over further, allowing him more access which caused Bucky to smirk.

Something switched in him once again because suddenly he was pouncing again, positioning himself behind you as he pushed you further against the counter. He wanted you to see his face as he entered you, roughly grabbing your hair as he teased you entrance with his hard, throbbing cock.

“Please…”

“Please what? You want me to fuck you?” You closed your eyes, unwilling to answer, only to receive another smack to your bottom, “Don’t worry about what you want, princess, I’m making the decisions here.”

He stretched you as he slowly entered you and you tightly wrapped around his member, “Fuck, Y/N,” He cursed, moving deeper inside of you. At that moment, he was all that could feel, and all that consumed your thoughts. He moved torturously slow in and out of you and you gasped every time he sunk his entire length within you.

“Bucky!” You cried out, your mouth wide as you gripped the counter for dear life, “Ah, t-t-too big … p-please. Ah!”

He moved faster now, reaching around to grab ahold of your breast as he thrust inside of you. You called his name again and that only made him speed up his pace. He was torturing with his ferocity and now you wished he’d go back to taking it easy on you. You watched in the mirror as he split you apart, taking whatever innocence you had left within you, “Good girl, princess,” He praised you, “Taking my cock. So. Good.”

He was moving too fast now. With each thrust, he was hitting the right spot and sending pleasure in cascading waves through your body. You couldn’t take it, already tightening around his cock as you orgasm. You tried to run from it, trying to pull your body forward but he grabbed your arms, forcing you back onto his cock. Tears stung your eyes as he went even deeper.

When he finally came, he grunted hard, his moaning deep and heavy. You were defeated, conquered, though you didn’t understand why being violated could feel so good.

You leaned against the counter as you tried to catch your breath. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily, before pulling up his pants and tightening his belt again. He adjusted his earpiece before looking at you over again. Shaking, you were pulling up the straps of your dress.

“Sober now?” He asked, a wicked smile on his face. “Let’s try yes sir and no sir from now on. Understand?”

“Yes… Sir.”

i love the whole secret service concept so i hope you enjoyed it too!

#dark fic #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #dark!bucky smut #marvel #marvel smut #writing challenge #bucky barnes angst #secret service!bucky #president au #politician au

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown; and the heart > bucky barnes

|| pairing: romanian!king!bucky barnes x black!queen!reader

|| word count: 3,273

|| warnings: language words

|| challenge: @marvelmaree‘s birthday challenge: royalty au + “i’ve dreamt about leaving so many times.” “that’s the problem with most people. they dream about what they want to do instead of really doing it.”

|| square filled: @star-spangled-bingo SSB2020 N1: modern royalty au

|| square filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y1: “i regret nothing.”

|| summary: there are many decisions to make as queen; some of the heart, some of the mind.

|| link: ao3

|| note: this is really late for maree’s birthday challenge! i’m so sorry babe, but i hope you like it! i hope it’s okay that i made it a modern royalty au instead of a traditional royalty au!

so, for this to make sense, we have to pretend that after the south seceded from the united states in 1860, they never rejoined the union and the civil war never happened. we also need to pretend that the united states had kings and queens instead of presidents, lol. we also have a cameo by a real life duke and duchess :) also, sis does not play in this.

hope you guys enjoy, and happy juneteenth!

You walk slowly through the trees, the tips of your fingers grazing over the bloomed flowers. The bottom of your dress is caked in dirt as it drags behind you, your black Converse shoes leaving soft imprints in the soft earth. You don’t care - you never have - but your mother surely will. Another dress ruined! My God, when are you going to learn some etiquette! You are thirty one years old, girl! You smile and chuckle slightly as her words swirl through your head. Dinner will be fun tonight.

You stop and bend slightly to pluck a rose from it’s bush. You bring it to your face and inhale deeply, letting the natural, earthy scent fill your nose. You close your eyes and hum a little as you exhale slowly, letting your eyes flutter back open.

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

You laugh as his voice fills your ears. You don’t turn to face him. Instead, you do just the opposite. You turn away from him and keep on your leisurely stroll as you continue to sniff at your pretty red rose, “I’m not a hard person to figure out, Mr. Barnes.”

“That you’re not. That’s what I like about you.”

You scoff but laugh again, shaking your head softly. You take a few more steps before you shriek when two long arms wrap around your middle. He lifts you off your feet, twirling you around as you laugh wildly. He sits you back down, facing him this time, and crashes his lips to yours - stealing every ounce of breath out of your lungs. He squeezes you to him as you moan lightly and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hi,” he says softly after he frees your lips.

You giggle as he rests his forehead to yours, his eyes still closed from the kiss, “Hi there,” you whisper, “You are awfully brave for pulling this little stunt with my mother being right inside.”

“I don’t care about your mother,” he shrugs, “Do you?”

You send your eyes towards the sky, pretending to give it some thought, “Not really, no.”

He finally opens his eyes and they almost take your breath away. You’ve been staring into those blues since you were kids, but the deepness of them - the emotions that swirl in them at any given time - surprises you every time. You cup his cheek, a dark beard blooming across his skin and rub your thumb underneath his right eye as a dreamy smile covers your lips.

“You’re so pretty.” You say softly, watching as the smile broadens on his face.

You send your eyes down to his chest, finding him in a crisp white button up shirt and a black velvet sport coat and pants, complete with a pair of off white, studded loafers, “You broke out the Tom Ford just to see me?”

“Not this time, darling.” He smiles, throwing his arm over your shoulder as the two of you begin to walk again, “I had an engagement with Prince Harry and the Duchess Megan this afternoon.”

“Ah yes, I remember now. I was supposed to be there.” You laugh, shrugging.

He laughs at your nonchalance, “You were certainly missed. To be perfectly honest though, Harry and I had bet going that you’d blow it off.”

You nod, shooting him a quick finger gun, “Both of you are very smart men.” You giggle, “It’s just one more thing for my mom to be mad at me about. Whatever, I’ll text Harry and Megan my apologies.”

The two of you walk slowly through the vast garden until you are no longer visible from the main house. You wave at the horse handlers as they work your champion thoroughbreds off in the distance. You swallow and let out a breath as your mind starts to wander again, your stomach twisting a little.

“I’ve dreamt about leaving so many times.” You say softly, dropping your eyes to the rose still in your fingers.

You hear Bucky sigh, “That’s the problem with most people. They dream about what they want to do instead of really doing it.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile cracks your face, “Don’t be a smart ass, Barnes.”

“I’m not,” he smiles, threading his fingers with yours, “I mean it. You can do whatever you want to do. You don’t have to marry him.” He stops moving as you continue to step ahead of him, your arms spreading out between the two of you as he continues to hold your hand, “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.” You answer firmly, “I’m listening, I know.”

“You don’t love him.”

“I don’t. I love you.”

“Then marry me. Come back to Romania with me, be my queen.”

“And denounce my country? Just leave them behind with no heir? I can’t do that.”

“Your cousin could be Queen.”

“She’s an idiot!” You laugh, “We’d be in a world war within months.” You drop his hand and step away from him further, spinning on your heels suddenly to face him again, “You could move here.”

He nods slowly, “I could.”

You scoff, “Stop it.”

“I could - I would. If you really wanted me to.”

You shake your head, “You’re too idealistic.”

“And you’re too cynical.” He rebukes, keeping his gaze on you firmly, “We could make this work, you know we can.”

“How can you run a country if you’re thousands of miles away from it?” You sigh, “You’re a King, you need to be there.”

He scratches his head as he closes his left eye, tilting his head towards the sky, “Um, have you heard of the internet? FaceTime, email - Zoom - I hear that’s great.”

You roll your eyes again as you groan loudly, turning away from him. You slump your shoulders as you throw your head back , closing your eyes as the sun beats down on you. You wish this was easier. You wish you had the guts to tell your mother to just piss off so you could run off to Romania and spend the rest of your life in his arms, but then there’s the other side of your heart. Half of you doesn’t want to leave. You want to take your rightful throne. You want to be Queen. You’ve prepared for it your whole life, it’s your destiny - and you’d be good at it.

How could Bucky not be a part of that destiny? That’s the real question you have. That’s what keeps you up at night these days as your calling draws nearer and nearer. He’d throw it all away for you, but you can’t do the same for him - and that makes you feel guilty; and sad.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You ask, not turning around.

“That,” he says in a way that you know he’s smiling, “Don’t feel guilty.”

“How do you know I feel guilty? I’m just standing here.”

You hear his feet in the grass as he moves towards you, and then feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he sweeps your braids over your shoulder, “Because I know you.” He whispers into your ear before he pushes away again, stepping out in front of you.

You open your eyes and watch as he spins in the grass, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to give this up for me,” he continues, “It’s 2020, not 1940 - you don’t have to give up everything you’ve worked so hard for just for some dude.”

“I’m glad we agree on that.”

“Just,” his voice trails off as he takes a deep breath, “Please don’t marry him.” He says gently, his voice barely above a whisper.

The him he speaks of is Scott Lang, the appointed King of the South, né Atlanta. He’s a nice man; kind, funny, sweet - and he adores you, but he’s boring. He’s predictable, and your mother loves him. That alone makes you want to scream and run for the hills. It’s bigger than you though, the marriage. It’s not one out of convenience or even one bred from a matchmaker. Your marriage will unite the South back with the rest of the United States. Scott will ultimately relinquish his throne, and you’ll be the first Queen to reign over an intact America in over a hundred years.

But that isn’t what you want - not with him.

Bucky is slightly irrational at times - incalculable almost every time. He has a subtle boldness that’s attracted you to him since you were kids. You remember it like it were yesterday, the first time the two of you met. The annual meeting of the Royal families, this time held in Britain. You were seven, Bucky was nine. Your fathers introduced the two of you in the middle of the great library, telling you both to run along, don’t make a mess. Without knowing each other for a full minute, he grabbed your hand and dragged you through the library, reaching out and tipping random books off the shelves as you ran between the aisles.

You loved him right then and there, and every minute since.

“I’m not going to marry him,” you finally answer, “I just have to find the right time to tell them. There’s a lot riding on this.”

He nods slowly, “I know. The merger is… big.”

“I’ll make it happen.” You shrug, “I always do. The South was stupid to secede in the first place and now they’re reaping what they sowed. A few more years of this and they’ll be destitute, they know it.”

Silence drops over the two of you as you look at each other, just blinking randomly and breathing. He tilts his head and smiles at you slowly, watching you as your mind turns. He knows that in three months time, on your thirty second birthday, you’ll be made Queen. He knows you’re ready, he knows you’re capable; but he also knows you’re scared. Uncertain of what’s to come for yourself, your country; and for the two of you.

He holds out his hand to you, not saying a word, just extending it - waiting for you. You move forward without hesitation, sliding your hand into his and letting him press you to his chest. His large hands sweep around your sides and slide up and down your back as you wrap your arms around his middle. You flatten your hands on his broad back and nuzzle into his sport coat, shielding your face from everything and everyone. You close your eyes when he runs his hand over your hair and presses kisses to the top of your head.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispers softly, “I’ll always be here for you, sweet girl. No matter if you are mine or not. I promise you that.”

“I know you will,” you sniffle as tears start to fall, “I want to be yours forever.”

He hugs you to him again, rocking your bodies back and forth softly, “Just say the word and I’ll pack my bags.”

You squeeze him tighter.

You twist your hands within one another as you stand behind the two great doors. You can hear the muffled commencement speech taking place on the other side, people cheering and clapping. You swallow hard. You let out a focused breath through your teeth. You lower your head and unfold the balled up paper in your hands.

I love you. Always.

Bucky

It’s simple - not even on his official letterhead. It’s just a blank sheet of paper confessing his adoration of and for you. You take another breath and force it out between your teeth as you ball it up again and lift your head. You run your gloved hands down your red and gold military jacket, rolling your shoulders before craning your head back and forth. Your medals clink softly from the disturbance of them, but to you, the sound is deafening as everything else blurs into the background. The doors open and the military men and women before you begin their procession into the Great Hall.

Time to go.

Trumpets start to sound when you make your entrance into the room. Tv cameras zoom in on you as the audience in attendance stand to their feet. You focus forward as you move, painfully aware of all the eyes on you. The room is full of Royal families from all over the world, the press, and your extended family - all ready to watch the transfer of power. You blink, diverting your eyes quickly to your left, catching a quick smile and a secret wave from the Duchess of Sussex. The Duke of Sussex tips his head towards you and you return the gesture, winking playfully at Megan as she bounces baby Archie in her hands.

You blink again and there they are; those ice blue eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him, dressed in his military uniform. A white satin embroidered jacket, complete with the numerous gold medals he’s earned along the way. A white and gold sash crosses over his chest as the artificial lights glint off of the gold and silver pins and buttons littered across his jacket.

His hair is trimmed - shorter than you like it, to be frank - his dark beard neatly manicured. He’s a sight - a vision, and if you had any doubt at all, it’s all thrown out the window now. Just with a glance of him.

You walk to the steps where your parents stand, a diamond encrusted crown in your mother’s hands. You kneel on the small red pillow on the top step and drop your head as the speaker begins again.

“Here, on the first of July, in the year twenty twenty and on her thirty second birthday, we honor the change of power from Queen Johana to its rightful heir, her only daughter, our royal Princess. Queen Johana, please remove the Princess tiara and replace it with the crown.”

Your mother bends, plucking the precious tiara you’ve adorned for so long from your head. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing as the official crown, her crown, is rested atop your head. She slips her index finger to your chin and lifts your head so your eyes can meet hers for the first time as Queen. You note the water that builds in her eyes as she smiles at you. You smile back, knowing in the depths of your heart that no matter how much the two of you fight, no matter how different your politics are - you are her only daughter - and her love for you knows no bounds.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispers.

“Thank you, mama.”

When your mother stands again, the speaker announces, “Queen, please rise and address your court.”

You stand and turn, holding your head high as the room erupts with claps and cheers. Your parents step into the background as you nod and wave, mouthing your thank you’s before you cross your arm over your chest to cover your heart with your hand. Picture cameras click loudly in every direction as the television crews zoom in on you again.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the speaker announces, “Your Queen.”

“I have something I want to say, if that’s okay.” You say, turning towards the commencement speaker.

You move to the podium and clear your throat, waiting for the applause to die down before you start to speak, “I know this is unconventional to address you this quickly, but you all have always known me to be this way, and I do not intend to change. I am very proud and humble to be named your Queen today. This is a long time coming and I thank each and every citizen for supporting me up to this point and beyond.”

You take another breath, “As you know, I am to marry the King of Atlanta, Scott Lang, to unify this great United States of America again at the end of this month.” You lift your eyes and stare straight into the television cameras in front of you, “I have no intention of going through with the marriage.”

Gasps of shock ring through the room, the loudest coming from your mother. You throw your eyes over to Bucky as he blinks back at you, his lips parted, his face flushing red at your impromptu announcement. He runs his hand through his hair in complete disbelief and shrugs at you as he shakes his head, mouthing what are you doing? at you.

You smile, “The King of Romania, James Buchanan Barnes, and I are in love, and have been since we were children. I plan, if he’ll still have me, to marry him on the twenty fifth of July, here in New York. On the twenty sixth of July, I will issue an executive order demanding that the South rejoin the United States within thirty days, and that all members of their parliament dissolve immediately. King Lang will be acclimated into my court and will serve as an advisor to help oversee this merger. If there is any resistance, or the order is not signed by the end of the thirty days, I will have no choice but to find the South and Mr. Lang, guilty of treason, and will send in our military to take control.”

“I realize this sounds harsh, but I’m giving plenty of time for both regimes to come together and iron this out peacefully. But I must warn, do not take my kindness or my generous time frame as weakness. If I have to take control the hard way, I will. We are only strong when we are together, and I fully intend to right the wrongs of the decisions made before me.”

You glance to your right, finding Scott’s dark eyes on you, his mouth set in a hard line as anger washes through him, “I am not my mother,” you begin again, speaking directly to him, “I am not my grandmother, or any woman who has come before them. I will not let the South perish because of stubborn minds and brash, pompous attitudes. I will not continue to turn a blind eye to this situation, but I’ll need your help, Mr. Lang, to make this as easy as possible.” He takes a breath and lowers his gaze from yours, already realizing just who he is up against, “Please, do what is best for all of us.”

You turn, facing your parents, “If I learned anything from my parents, it’s to stand up for what I believe in. I believe in love. I believe in peace. I want to thank you all again, and please know that I look forward to serving you and this great country of ours. Thank you.”

Without another word, you step away from the podium and move down the steps as the room goes haywire, every media outlet shouting and screaming questions at you. You stop in front of Bucky, extending your gloved hand to his. He takes it without hesitation, without fear, and hand in hand, the two of you walk down the center aisle as all hell breaks loose around you.

“It’s been all of five seconds, do you regret this yet?” You ask, laughing a little as cameramen scramble to get pictures of the two of you.

“You know me, babe,” he says easily, shrugging as the two of you push through the doors, “I regret nothing.”

Neither do you.

“Oh, hey!” You smile, “I forgot to ask you, will you marry me in like three weeks?”

He throws his head back, laughing, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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10 Years Time. Chapter 3.

Series Summary: As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family's country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark Daughter Reader

Word Count: 5100+

A/N: I added in the picture of the dress and all the goods again, just in case you forgot. Honestly, one of the main reasons I did a story like this was for the outfits I get to pull together! There are going to be many more dresses to come;)

Chapter 3:

“Everything is ready to go for tonight?” Steve asked turning to his second in command.

“Yes. Guards will be posted at entries and exits, and we also have them posted at rooms throughout the halls as well to make sure any wanders don’t get into something they shouldn’t.” Bucky responded as they walked through the wide halls of the castle together.

“Good. Reliable people at their designated station?” he asked.

“Yes, stop worrying about it.” Bucky said halting in his step making his tall broad friend stop as well. “I know why you’re drowning yourself in work you know? You do it every time you think about her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve said straight faced before continuing the walk.

“And you say that every time too. God, you are so stubborn sometimes! No wonder you two were always so close!” Bucky laughed smacking his friend’s shoulder only getting a glare from him.

“It’s been 10 years Buck. I didn’t really see her off on good terms. I’m sure she hates me profusely because of me standing her up.” Steve sighed.

“You didn’t have a choice.” Bucky defended.

“There’s always a choice. It was whether or not I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the dungeon that made me choose the option I did.” he retorted.

“Well, at least this way you’ll still be able to see her. In the end I think you made the right choice whether she knows why or not. This is for the better.” Bucky reassured him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve nodded noticing Sam coming towards them. “Samuel, you did you’re rounds?”

“Yes, everyone is secure and ready to go. Clint and I are going to meet with a few others before getting ready for the evening to make sure the outside security is ready as well.” Sam grinned. “The new kid still joining us tonight?”

“Parker?” Bucky asked getting a nod from Sam. “I didn’t realize that he was invited.”

“Yeah, the king has taken a liking to the kid. He wants us to start training him soon. Practically adopting him as his son he never got.” Steve chuckled.

“Nope, instead got two beautiful young daughters.” Sam chuckled. “Speaking of which. Have either of you seen Y/N?”

“Uh, no. Have you?” Steve said clearing his throat and blushing slightly at the thought of her.

“Yes, and all I can say is she most definitely grew up.” Sam grinned knowing Steve would want to know. “You probably won’t even recognize her tonight.”

“Personality and all?” Bucky laughed nudging his friend who was concentrated on Sam still.

“Now that, I don’t think has changed much.” Sam pointed out. “But she grew up looking like the young version of Queen Mara.”

“Wow. Mara was one of the most pined for royals back in her day.” Bucky smirked.

“Yeah, and I hate to say it, but I think even Y/N may have her beat. Add in the sassy attitude, and you got the whole package.” Sam continued.

“Ok gentlemen. That’s enough. We have a lot to get done today, and not much time left. Let’s finish up our checklist and then get ready for tonight. We have more guests to prepare for than we are used to.” Steve said breaking the boys conversation, and trying to push the thought of Y/N away even though that was never fully possible for him.

“Sensitive topic. I’ll take note.” Sam mumbled. When he looked up he got a stern look from Steve and cleared his throat. “My bad. I’m going to find Peter and Clint.”

“Yeah, you should.” Steve said.

Sam saluted before making his way in the opposite direction.

“Touchy much?” Bucky snickered.

“Don’t push me Bucky. I’m not in the mood.”

“That’s just the anxiety talking. Let’s get a few drinks in you. That should calm you down.”

“I’m on duty tonight.” Steve argued.

“No, you’re not. You’re invited to the party as the Captain of the king’s army. That means you get to celebrate and relax.” Bucky countered.

“There’s never a break from my job Buck. You know that. Anything could happen at any moment and I have to be ready to lead.”

“Fine, hardass. Then let’s at least get that pole out of your ass before you see Y/N tonight.” Bucky groaned walking ahead of his now irritated friend.

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Guest had started arriving, and the ballroom was filled pretty full. People from countries all around who had heard, or already been to, King Stark’s parties before were never disappointed. If you weren’t invited than you might as well have been one of the loser kingdoms. But lucky for most, Tony was an inviting King and very rarely left anyone out.

“God, it smells like old rich people in here.” Bucky groaned before sending a fake smile to a duchess of some village he couldn’t pronounce.

“Easy Buck. You get on any of these people’s bad side, and I’m going to be the one having to fight the war.” Steve said plastering on a fake smile as well.

“Where the hell is the guest of honor? Everyone is already here by now, why isn’t she?” Bucky continued to complain.

“You know it takes the ladies longer to get ready Buck. Especially a princess that’s making her first entrance as a women of royalty after being shipped off for a decade.” Steve said peering over heads trying to secretly get a view of the royal everyone else was waiting on.

“Yes, but have you met Y/N? We ARE talking about the same princess right? The one who had her dresses altered so that she could hunt, fish, and spar with us in comfort, and the same girl who would run out to the village with her hair in a mess of braids against her father's will. Eventually coming back covered in mud and dirt from running around without a care.” Bucky spoke up looking at Steve. “She doesn’t strike me as one to worry about her appearance.”

“Yes, but-” but just as he was going to defend Y/N’s tardiness again, he caught eye of her ladies in waiting that were always supposed to be close in hand to her. “Wanda. Natasha. You two look lovely this evening.” he said bowing and taking their hands before placing a chaste kiss on them. Bucky doing the same, but sending a smirk Nat’s way.

“Yes, well, Lady Janet made all of our gowns tonight so we have her to thank. Especially the princess. She looks absolutely stunning!” Wanda said giddily slightly bumping Nat who just laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, she does. She is quite the catch tonight.” Nat said looking up at Bucky.

“Well, I must say she may look nice tonight, but I have my eyes on someone else.” Bucky grinned.

“Nice try.” she retorted turning away from him with a smile. “Y/N should have many suitors proposing for an agreement in marriage after tonight. I’ve heard the king has brought in many eligible young bachelors.”

“Is- Is that so?” Steve said clearing his throat at the sudden dryness over taking him.

“Yes Steven. It is her duty after all.” Nat said with sorrowful eyes as they all watched him practically deflate a little at the thought.

“Yes, I suppose it is.” he said after a while of blankly looking ahead. “Speaking of the Princess, where is she? Shouldn’t she be with one of you?”

“Yes, but Sam intercepted her as we were walking this way. She told us she would meet back up with us after she talked to her father.” Wanda said.

“Sam’s with her?” Steve repeated. Nat hummed, and they all watched as Steve began to scan the room again. “I actually have to talk to him about one of the guards that was stationed-”

“Ladies and Gentleman!” A loud voice overcame Steve’s excuse, and all heads turned to the front of the room where King Stark was standing with Pepper and Morgan close by on an elevated stage. An announcer shouting loudly next to the royal family. “King Stark would like to thank you all for being here today to celebrate the return of his eldest daughter Princess Y/N Maria Stark.”

“Wanda we should go find Y/N.” Nat whispered getting the other redheads attention who nodded before they bid the knights farewell and made their way to the front.

“It is with great honor I now introduce King Anthony Edward Stark!” the announcer continued before moving out of the way and motioning to Tony.

“Hello all, and thank you so much for making the journey to join my family and I today for this monumental occasion.” he said raising his hands before folding them in front of him. “As you all know Y/N has gone off to learn about what it takes to be a rightful heir to Alberia. She’s come back with a head full of knowledge, and the beauty of her late mother God rest her soul.” Everyone one bowing their head at the passed queen. “However tonight is a celebration of the once young princess’s journey to adulthood. I ask that you all enjoy the company, food, and atmosphere tonight as we welcome her back home.” he turned to the side and everyone turned with him. “Y/N my dear, why don’t you come up to say a few words?” he smiled down the way.

Steve tried to peer over the head of others that were clearly blocking where Tony was speaking toward, but due to his position, it was impossible to see anything.

It wasn’t until he saw the gold crown on top of the Y/H/C curled hair that he saw what everyone was ooing and awing about.

Gracefully making her way up with the help of her father's hand, the princess turned to the crowd of others with an elegant and welcoming smile on her face.

“Oh my-” Steve started, but Bucky nudged him cutting him off.

“Holy shit.” Bucky muttered getting a few glares from others around him, but not caring. “That’s Y/N? No way they sent back the same girl we knew.”

Steve couldn’t think of words at the moment. Let alone speak anything.

She really was breath taking in all senses. The extravagant and intricately detailed gown only bringing more beauty to the princess, and brightening her already perfect features.

Bucky was right. This couldn’t have been the tomboy, loud, rambunctious, young teenager that Steve kissed good night all those years ago, could it? The women standing before them was a poised, exquisite, devastatingly gorgeous, with all the maturity of a young lady.

So when she spoke and brought even more wonder into Steve’s world, he couldn’t help himself when the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk at her voice.

“I am truly honored that you all could be with my family and I tonight. Though this is something that I know my father takes much pride and joy in celebrating, I am just happy to be home and welcomed by such kind and humbling individuals.” she smiled putting her hands in front of her and interlacing her fingers. “Like he said before, take this night to enjoy the company, food, drinks, and party. We can’t let a traditional Stark party go to waste, now can we?” she asked the crowd with a raised eyebrow. They responded eagerly with a loud cheer. “Well in that case, let the party commence!” She laughed getting yet another cheer from everyone, and the band quickly filled the space with music.

“Well done bug. You really are paving the way to being a great Queen.” Tony said wrapping and arm around his daughter's shoulder.

“I would hope so. I spent 10 years learning how to do so.” she smirked.

“That’s my girl.” Tony said pecking her cheek before pulling back. “I haven’t got to say it, but you look stunning tonight bug.” A look of remembrance in his eyes as he scanned his daughter. “You’re a spitting image of your mom. Beauty and grace.”

“Thanks dad. I hope to do her right tonight.”

“You will, no doubt. You’ll always make her proud.” he said placing his thumb on her chin. “Now!” he clapped his hands. “Before I start crying, I’m going to mingle. I’ll find you later when I need to. Don’t go too far.”

“How can I? Too many people to sort through.” she joked looking out to the crowd.

“True. Make friends and learn names tonight. It’s important for the future.” he pointed a finger before wrapping and arm through Peppers. Morgan already running off with her groups of friends before Y/N could talk to her.

“I know.” Y/N nodded as he smiled and walked into the herd of people.

“Overwhelmed yet?” a deep thunderous voice said from behind.

Y/N turned at the sound and spotted the long haired blonde with kind blue eyes, and the black haired brother of his.

“Thor.” she smiled widely. “Loki. How are my two favorite brothers?”

“Oh, you know. Giving each other hell as usual.” Thor said bumping his brothers shoulder who glared at him before they came closer to her. Both bowing and kissing her hand.

“You look as heart-stopping as ever your highness.” Loki said looking up with a gleam in his eyes.

“Well, you two grew up being easy on the eyes I see. How in the world is that?” she teased bringing her hands back in front of her and straightening her posture. Something she would find herself doing a lot that night.

“We can ask you the same. What happened to the little rascal that we used to know?” Thor said with a wide grin.

“She grew up.” Y/N said raising her chin in pride.

“So she did.” Loki nodded.

“What have you two been up to? Still training to be kings of your kingdom I presume? I’m sure your father is proud.” Y/N said pushing the conversation away from herself.

“Yes. Odin is quite proud of us. Proud of you as well. He wouldn’t stop talking on the ride here about how excited he was about seeing you and how your father had been going on rants about how much you have grown.” Thor said raising his own chin in pride.

Thor and Loki were apart of the neighboring kingdom that was the strongest ally of Alberia. Their father, Odin, being best of friends with your own, even if they saw each other only for meetings of council and get togethers for business. Since their kingdom was just down the road from yours however, the boys would spend a majority of their time here at your home where the whole crew of your friends would play and venture here. Odin’s kingdom was big like your own, but he was a lot more business than your father. So they preferred to hang out here a majority of their childhood.

Not that anyone cared. They were practically adopted brothers of yours. Plus, here they had Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and everyone else. Where as in Asgard they had but a handful of children their age within the kingdom.

“So King Odin is here himself? Well isn’t that just a lovely surprise.” she gleamed turning to look out into the crowd.

“Unfortunately my dear, as much as we would love to stay and catch up, which we will be soon for sure, we know you have other’s that need to be talked to as well tonight. We won’t hold you back, your highness.” Loki bowed elbowing his brother to do the same. Thor showing a face of disappointment at having to leave so soon, but bowing anyway.

“I hope we can get the whole team together at some point soon to catch up as well.” Thor said standing.

“I will definitely make sure that a dinner or lunch is scheduled just for that.” she laughed. “I feel as though I have a lot that I need to be filled in on.” she winked.

“Oh, so very much.” Thor winked back. “Have a good evening Princess Y/N. We are glad to have you back.”

Both of them saying their final goodbyes, and excusing themselves to other conversations.

“Princess.” Natasha said coming over to her with Wanda close. “You’re father would like us to usher you around and make sure you talk to a group of certain people.”

“Sounds about right. I guess the night is young, and I do have a flourish of people that I need to meet and re-acquaintance myself with.” Y/N sighed. “Lead the way.”

For the next few hours it was filled of, “Princess, this is blah blah blah ruler, duchess, king, queen, or emperor of this country, kingdom, village, or town.” Then Y/N saying on repeat. “Oh it’s so nice to meet you. I’m so glad you could be here with us this evening. I hope the travel wasn’t too hard.” which lead to further discussions, and blah blah blah blah blah...

Some she had met before and others who were completely new faces. Most of the kings and queens introducing their sons and daughters, but mainly showing off son’s that they believed would be a good fit for the Stark kingdom. Aka future kings that they would hope Tony would consider.

About 2 hours into the madness, Y/N was able to sneak away from her handmaidens, and sneak into a corridor that was practically silent from all the madness in the ballroom. Just as she was about to turn another corner to get even further from the party, she bumped into a slender build causing her and the other figure to stumble back.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t hear-” a younger boys voice started rambling in apologies.

“It’s fine. Truly. Don’t think twice about it.” Y/N smiled brushing her dress down.

When she looked up she saw a scattered teenage boy with chestnut colored hair, brown eyes, and a paler complexion.

“I’m sorry to be harsh ma’am, but these hallways are actually not open. I’m going to have to escort you back to the ballroom if you don’t mind. The party is this way if you would like me to-” he said motioning behind her as she raised an eyebrow at the strangers obliviousness to who she was.

“Peter, you do realize who you’re talking to right?” another voice spoke up from behind the two.

“Captain Rogers. I was just-”

“Just escorting Princess Y/N back to the party. Yes, I see that.” Steve grinned with a knowing smirk.

Y/N turned around to the voice, and saw the tall, blonde, and now very buff figure of her old best friend standing sternly at the doorway with Bucky next to him with the same grin on his face. Of course Bucky’s more of an ‘each shit’ grin.

“Wait. Princess-?” Peter started and quickly cut himself off before running in front of her and stammering over his words. “Oh my gosh! Your highness I didn’t realize- You see I’ve never actually seen you, so I didn’t- Oh gosh this is a big mess. I’m so so sorry-!” he said bowing and never looking up at her as he continued his ramble.

“Peter stand up kid. You’re just making this worse on yourself.” Bucky chuckled as they walked closer to the two.

Y/N let out a soft giggle covering her mouth with her hand as she did. Steve heard it and immediately shot his eyes her direction finally taking her in up close after not seeing her since her speech. Somehow she managed to disappear every time he got close.

“Oh, come on Buck. Don’t be so hard on the boy. He’s new right?” Y/N said placing her hands in front of her.

“Yes ma’am.” Peter spoke up finally standing up and carefully looking to her.

“Peter is the name?” she asked and he nodded. “Peter Parker. I’ve heard about you.” she grinned now moving her hands behind her dress and crossing them. “Father seems to have taken quite a liking to you too. Says you’re a smart kid.”

“Uh, yes ma’am. King Stark has been mentoring me since we’ve come here.” he nodded as she began circling around him and placing herself in front of the two knights. Peter slowly turned around seeing her in the middle just about 5 steps in front of them, and them smirking and sharing a look before turning back to him.

“And when exactly did you come here?” she asked paying no mind to the guards behind her.

“When I was 8 your majesty. My parents died in their travels, and my aunt and uncle took me in. They live and work here in the castle. Well, my aunt does. My uncle was killed in action during a battle after I got here.” he explained.

“I’m sorry to hear about your loses Peter.” she said becoming sentimental and seeing why her father had grown to like this kid. He was strong for sure. “No one should have to be that familiar with death at such a young age.”

“We get by. I still have my aunt May, and you father has been very kind to us as well.” Peter nodded with a soft smile forming showing he was feeling better about this confrontation now.

“Well I’m glad my dad has been welcoming to you. You seem like a headstrong young man.” she smiled a smile that made all the nerves in Peter relax.

“Thank you Princess.” he bowed again.

“Please. No need for the titles when no one else is around.” she said nodding her head behind her with a wink. Once again, Steve and Bucky sharing a look and Bucky lightly laughing behind her. “Call me Y/N.”

“A-Are you sure that’s ok?” he asked.

“I’m the one saying it, aren’t I?”

“I-I guess.”

“Ok, then I think it’s safe.” she smiled.

“Hey kid. How about you and I go check the guards post on this level and make sure everything is in order. Consider it part of your training.” Bucky said coming around, and throwing an arm over Peter’s shoulder lightly tousling him.

“Uh, ok.” he went to bow again. “It was nice to finally meet you Princess- I-I mean, Y/N.”

“You as well Peter. I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you.” she nodded with a grin.

He smiled back and looked at Bucky who just chuckled before turning them around.

“I still need to catch up with you Y/N/N.” Bucky said back to her. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet.”

She laughed and waved him off. “Can’t wait.”

It was silent as Steve and Y/N watched the two walk down the corridor, and eventually disappear around the corner.

Y/N could feel Steve’s eyes on her back and wasn’t ready to turn around and face the reality of who she had been thinking about for the past decade.

Taking a deep breath though, she straightened her shoulders and turned around repositioning her arms in front of her. She put on a polite smile before looking at the now very filled out man.

His figure was pyramid-like almost, if the pyramid had been flipped upside down. His shoulders were broad and waist small. He definitely had been working out since the last time she saw him. Then again, he was a twig when he was younger, then in his teen years he started to semi-gain some meat on his bones, but now. Wow. Now he was what Y/N had imagined a God to look like with the chiseled jawline and perfect physique.

“You’re crown suits you.” he spoke up after they both had analyzed the others growth.

She raised her hand touching the crown she had forgotten she had on and let out a laugh looking down.

“Yes, um, Jay designed it for.” she smiled looking up.

“I know. I was the one who gave her the sun idea.” he said in almost a whisper.

“Wait, you-”

“What, uh, what are you doing away from your party? Shouldn’t you be out mingling with all the other royals?” he said diverting the conversation away from his slipped comment, and giving her a soft smile.

“Oh well, you know how me and parties mesh. Not very well.” she sighed.

“Yes, I do remember that. I always did find you sneaking off to hide away somewhere.” he chuckled avoiding eye contact and looking at the ground like it was so interesting now. “Let me guess. You’re going to the library.”

“How did you know?” she laughed turning and starting to walk again.

Steve heard her footsteps and shot his head up immediately going to follow her.

“Because you always said it was your escape from this world. Finding books that took you out of here and into another land.” he answered coming up beside her and matching her pace. “That and if you couldn’t escape outside, this was your place within the castle to hide.”

She didn’t turn to look at him but instead raised her chin and kept her eyes focused forward.

“Hmmm so you didn’t forget about me. Good to know.”

“Y/N-”

“I heard you’re the new Captain of our battalion. Is that true?” she pushed on.

Steve saw the way she avoided the very big elephant in the room between them, and figure 5 minutes after reuniting probably wasn’t the best time to dig up the past.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“What about your father? Why has he retired?” she asked.

“He actually-” he cleared his throat. “He passed away about 6 years back. Caught an illness on the battlefield and couldn’t shake it.” Steve said looking forward as well.

The princess stopped suddenly in her step, and turned to the blue eyed man. Steve stopping with her and carefully raising an eye.

“I’m sorry. I was never informed.” she said with genuine sorrow in her voice and eyes.

He gave her a tight smile before nodding ahead for them to continue the walk.

“Yes, well it was sudden, and he went in his sleep. Mom was shaken by it, but she’s doing much better since.”

“I’m glad Sarah’s doing ok… I am truly sorry for your loss though Steve. It seems as if we have had quite a few fallen since I’ve been gone.” she said looking down at her feet.

“Yes, but that is just a part of life. We mourn and move on. It’s all we can do.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

They continued their walk until they found themselves at the doors of the library. Y/N without hesitation opened the door, and made her way in allowing Steve to make the decision to come in or not.

Steve was unsure about going into the space with her considering she was supposed to be out there and he was as well. In a way, they were breaking the rules, but also what was new with the two? After looking both ways down the hall and seeing that no one was there. He turned back into the library, and the doors closed behind him.

Looking forward he found Y/N staring up and looking around her. As if seeing the room for the first time.

“Nothing’s changed much in here.” she smiled.

“Now that’s not true. They repainted in here, and fixed up the trimmings.” he said walking closer to her, but still keeping a safe distance.

“Oh I see. It’s a little brighter.” she smiled to see that all the books she had ventured to back in the day were encased in beautiful white walls and shelves, with gold trims and outlines. “It still gives me a peace of calmness coming in here.” she sighed moving around trying to see it all.

Steve just watched taking her in as she took it all in. She was captivating without even trying. Moving gracefully, not like the destructive little girl she once was, around and lightly running her fingers over the spines of the books as she passed some of the lower shelves. When he noticed her looking back and giving him a slight look before going back, he realized she had caught him staring.

“So, 10 years? A lot’s changed I guess.” he said scratching the back of his neck nerves coming back.

“That’s putting it lightly.” she chuckled picking up another book and opening it. “You’ve changed.” she adds.

“So have you.”

“Yes, but only in the princess aspect. That doesn’t mean my personality is completely gone.” she said looking up through her lashes and making his heart thump a little faster before looking back down.

“Good. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t the same ball of sunshine you were before.” he said suddenly finding the high ceilings very interesting.

“Hmmm.” she hummed nodding her head. “Sunshine? I’ll be honest. Wasn’t sure if you remembered that.” she said with a slight tone of bitterness in her words.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said looking back at her and seeing some pain behind her expression.

“Nothing. Just…” She paused. “10 years is a long time away. Lot’s of things you can forget if you don’t keep up with it all.” she said slightly hinting at the issue of his abandonment, but not really giving away her true thoughts.

But he knew what she was hinting at. He could tell just by the pain in her eyes.

“Y/N-”

They were both cut off by the sound of the library doors bursting open. Out of instinct, Steve moved to where he was in front of Y/N. The protective knight not sure who was barging in.

“Y/N! Are you crazy running off like that?” Nat shouted stomping in with Wanda close behind. “If you’re father found out your ditching his party he’s throwing for you, he would have our head before yours.”

“Nat, I just needed a minute-” Y/N said coming out from behind Steve.

“No time for minutes. There are suitors out there that your father is trying to introduce you to, and you’re running off to read?” she said looking around like she just notice she was in the library. “Come on.” she said grabbing her wrist and pulling the princess to the exit.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say-” Steve started hoping to get some form of apology out, but was cut off by her.

“We’ll talk later.” Y/N said with a polite smile.

Before he could argue any further she was being yanked out of the room by Nat, and Wanda was sending him an apologetic look before disappearing as well.

“Shit Rogers. You really messed up this time.” he mumbled to himself rubbing a hand down his face before finally dragging himself back to the party too.

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scribeofmorpheus · 5 years

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Beignet, Done That (Jake Jensen x Reader) ~In which Jake tries and succeeds at giving you one hell of a surprise, all while setting the kitchen ablaze! (One Shot)

Shirts are for Sharing (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

A Princess for Halloween (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

Sparring Match (Sara Lance x Fem!Reader) -One Shot

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As Fate Would Have It (1940’s Bucky Barnes x Reader) ~ The year is 1940 and your cover is as a waitress working at a Regular Joe Diner. However, things begin to change when a handsome, dark-haired and blue-eyed stranger walks into your place of work with his friend of small stature who possesses a mighty heart.

Dangerous Liaisons (Billy Russo x Reader) NSFW ~Blackmail, deceit and death are around every corner as a former military prosecutor tries to bring justice to those whose lives were ruined by the revelation behind The Punisher’s one-man war!

I Don’t Dance To Dubstep (A Deadpool Fic) ~The one where Wade and Cable steal a contract that gets them entangled with a mercenary in desperate need of rent money -while causing an overly large amount of unnecessary destruction!

Himmeløyne (Loki x Reader) ~ What does a Norse trickster god, a village massacre, a life long secret and a now-forgotten past have in common? Nothing, except for the young witch at the centre of it all, with the eyes that change with the sky. -being reworked (edited).

The Liberators (A spin-off of Counterpart) -coming soon!

Pirouette (Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader) -Prologue is live.

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Opposing Elements (Peter Parker x Reader) - In which the reader is an alternate version of Marvel’s Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy, and their origin story gets tied up with their former best friend, Peter Parker’s alter ego Spider-Man when she plans to jailbreak her father from prison. (3 Parts)

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Glass House (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader)

Master of Illusion (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader) -NSFW*

Sleepytime, Aurora (A Sleeping Beauty spoof fic) -Strange, Loki and Wanda are fairy godparents. Hela is Maleficent!

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Counterpart (Bucky x Reader x Steve) ~A limited series that poses a what if scenario on account of our beloved characters being someone different in the Framework -where Hydra won and SHIELD is considered the enemy of society. (5 Parts)

Chasing Tornadoes (Stephen Strange x Reader) -Medical procedural limited series set before Doctor Strange.

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The Just Kings Court (Adult! Edmund Pevensie x Reader) ~A common shield maiden pledged to Aslan’s army, a Just King and the unlikeliest of love stories occurs on the battlefields of Narnia (2 Parts -Ongoing)

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The Rebel Queen (Poe Dameron x OFC) ~A Princess on the run with a mission left to her by her late mother, a Duchess out for blood, a hot-shot pilot at his wits end and a General who receives a message from an old friend collide in a skirmish like no other.

The Hideous One (The Mandalorian fic)

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Meet Cute (Steve Harrington x Reader) ~A stereotypical meet cute brings together an alien film enthusiast and one bored-out-of-his-mind, Steve Harrington (Complete)

Meet Cute Sequel: Robin’s Girl (Robin x Clara | Steve x Reader)

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Miss Midnight (Steve Harrington x Vamp!Reader) -One Shot

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His Girl Tuesday (Steve Harrington x (oc)Tuesday Adams x Billy Hargrove) -slow updates!

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Safe By My Side (Dean Winchester x Reader) -One Shot

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Mark of the Wolf (Derek Hale x Reader) ~An ancient evil, repressed memories and a veterinarian -who isn’t at all what she seems- turns Derek’s life upside down, and perhaps it’s for the better!

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Covet of the Wolf - A sequel to Mark of the Wolf

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Core Drive (Westworld) -Ongoing

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Animaux Fantastiques (Theseus Scamander x OFC) -Only on AO3

City of Burning Angels (Kelly Severide x OFC) -coming soon

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Reflections by the Water (Newt X Plus Size Reader) -Maze Runner One Shot

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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A Broken Fairytale - Four

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize.

Warnings: Angst, Language (Maybe), Fluff (Squint for it)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Now we’re getting somewhere. Plz enjoy dis

SERIES MASTERLIST MASTERLIST UNEDITED CAUSE IM A SILLY GOOSE

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“Rumour has it you’re going to the ball tomorrow night in a new fancy dress, as Prince Steve’s personal guest.” You find yourself smiling as you polish the marble floors. May stands a few feet away, cleaning the large stained-glass windows.

“He insisted. Taught me to dance too.” She laughs softly. “Mary showed me the gown. It's beautiful. I can hardly wait to see what it looks like on you.” You giggle, “she hasn’t let me allowed me near it. I can only imagine what it looks like. I’ve been dreaming about it for days.” You sigh wistfully. “You didn’t hear it from me, but Prince Steve has gotten you some jewelry and lip rouge as well. Oh, you’ll so beautiful. I just hope you and Wanda don’t get too comfortable out there with all those dukes and duchesses and princesses and princes.”

You turn to her with a soft smile, “never.”

“Goodness, Steven. Your skills are... incredible. Truly. This is really just... utterly exquisite,” Queen Winifred whispers. Steve chuckles nervously and scratches the nape of his neck. “Well... I’ve recently found some inspiration.” He flips to the first sketch of you and his aunt and mother both gasp.

“That’s... (Y/n). The new one. Such a beauty,” Sara whispers while admiring the detailed sketch. Steve’s managed to catch every perfection. “She’ll be my guest tomorrow night. After all the hardships she’s been forced to endure in her life, a night of the finer things is the least I can offer her. She deserves it.”

Sara smiles at her son, “do you fancy her?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “No mother. Although she’s beautiful and smart with a kind heart and a good spirit, I fancy a different dame.”

Queen Winifred laughs gently while Sara ponders something.

“What is it, mother?” She looks up then sighs. “It’s foolish, but... the princess of Corona was taken as a baby nearly nineteen years ago. (Y/n), who is quite possibly from Corona, is almost nineteen. She was adopted as an infant by a wicked and cruel woman who might even be the type to kidnap a child in order to get her way. Perhaps?” Steve’s eyes widen at his mother’s suggestion.

“You think... you think (Y/n) is the lost Princess of Corona?” Queen Winifred thinks about this for a moment. “It is a possibility, but why then would Lady Griffon willingly give her to us? That seems counter-productive. If her goal is to stop the marriage.”

“Well, she sold (Y/n) as a servant girl, giving the impression that she isn’t who she truly is?” Sara purses her lips at her son's suggestion then nods. “I don’t think we should rule out her being the lost princess. Her locket is made out of silver which is quite common amongst the wealthy and royal in Corona. And it seems to be enchanted, which isn’t uncommon in our neighbouring kingdom,” Steve says.

“I want you to find out every little thing you can about her. And this shall stay between the three of us. No one else is to hear a breath about our theories. If (Y/n) is indeed the Princess, then I fear she may be in danger even here,” the Queen says sternly.

As the other two are nodding the door to Steve’s study gets pushed open.

“There you are, Steve. Mother, Aunt Sara.” Bucky bows quickly to the two women.

“My, what have we here?” The young prince looks at the sketch, his eyebrows raising. “This is (Y/n), correct?” Steve nods. “Your skills have certainly improved, punk,” Bucky teases while looking at the other drawings of you. “You fancy her, don’t you?” Steve simply rolls his eyes. “She provided inspiration. Innocence and beauty all encompassed in one.” Bucky nods, deep in thought.8

“Well, I suppose we’ll take our leave now,” Winifred says before walking out of the room with Sara right behind her.

“These are actually magnificent, Steve. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Would... can...” He groans as his cousin laughs at his flustered state.

“What? Would you like one? Or two perhaps? Maybe the entire sketchbook? I thought appreciating her beauty would do no one any good or whatever stupid excuse you spewed.” Bucky punches his shoulder.

“Quit being a punk. I just want one.” Steve smirks but carefully pulls out one of the finer sketches of you and hands it to his cousin. “It’s all yours. Do with it what you’d like, just don’t tell me what you’re doing.” Bucky punches him again and Steve snickers to himself.

The brunet holds the paper with a gentle hand, admiring the way you look in the picture. Beauty and innocence, just as Steve said.

“Okay... almost finished... just one last finishing flower...” Mary trails off and you twiddle your thumbs nervously as Wanda continues covering your eyes while Mary pulls on the gown clinging to your figure. “Okay, I’m gonna put your mask on and a tad bit of lip rouge. Then you’ll be ready.” You fight a smile as Wanda lifts her hands, only for a smooth cool fabric to take their place.

“Oh, you look like an Angel right out of heaven! Now, a teeny tiny bit of lip rouge, not too much because we don’t want to take away from the entire ensemble. Pucker your lips a tad, darling.” You do as she asks and jump slightly as you feel something waxy on your lips.

“Alright dear. You can look now.” You snap your eyes open and spin around in your new flats.

Your jaw drops as you see yourself in the mirror.

The gown is incredible. With a dark blue-grey chest, a navy blue bow cinching your waist and making you look curvier. The skirt is made of a lovely pink fabric, covered in a navy chiffon-type fabric. It has small fabric flowers and gems decorating it, but not too many. The mask is the same pink as the gown, however, it has gold trim and some embellishments in the same colour, as well as a little bow and some lace.

You look... stunning. Like royalty.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” You look to the voice and smile. “Thank you, Pietro. You look quite handsome.” He chuckles then walks to his sister, who looks absolutely gorgeous in a floor-length, figure-hugging red velvet dress. Her mask matches her dress and her hair is flowing down her back.

“Steve asked me to escort you to the ball. He’ll meet you there for a dance.” You smile lightly. “So you’ll be escorting not one beautiful woman but two to the Queen's masquerade ball? Will you dance with us both?” Wanda teases. Her outfit matches her brothers and you can’t help but smile at that.

“I do plan on dancing with both of you at some point tonight, however, I think Steve craves the first dance with you, (Y/n).” You smile timidly and Wanda giggles, “does he fancy her, do you think?” You shake your head furiously, “Steve and I are just friends. Nothing more.” Wanda smirks deviously at you.

“You don’t fancy Steve... what about Prince James? Do you fancy him? You have been looking at him quite often ever since he ran into in the library. When the two of you talked for quite some time.” You shake your head again, “I hardly know him, Wanda. How could I possibly fancy someone I know nothing about?” She shrugs, a sly smile still plastered on her face.

“Then why are you fiddling so much? And why do you always fiddle when he comes up in conversation?” She motions to where your fingers are playing with a bead on your dress. “You like his royal stiffness? Pain-in-the-ass Prince James? Bitchy Bucky?” You glare at the twins. “No. I don’t. And even if I did, it wouldn’t be your concern and it wouldn’t matter anyway. He's royalty, and I’m not.” Pietro gingerly links his arm through yours.

“You could be a Princess. There’s something... regal and royal about you. You should be wearing a crown, not scrubbing the floors.” You smile gently up at him. “I should be here with Wanda and May. If I were born royal then I might not have met you or any of my friends. I like who I am.” He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Now, we should be going. I can hear music and laughter already,” Wanda says while taking her brother’s other arm. Pietro escorts the two of you to the ball, smiling as he meets up with Sam, Nat, and Clint.

“I see you’ve already taken (Y/n) for yourself,” Sam says, looking you up and down. “You look like royalty. You’ll make visiting Princesses jealous.” You laugh softly, “thank you, Sam.” He smiles and offers you his arm.

After a glance to Pietro, an eye roll and a nod given, you let go of his arm and take Sam’s.

“Steve’ll be arriving shortly, along with Bucky, the King, the Queen, and Lady Sara,” Sam informs as you reach the ballroom doors. You nod, your jaw almost dropping as you enter the ballroom.

It’s filled with people -men and women- dressed to the nines in clothes that cost more than you’ll make in your entire lifetime.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Nat asks while coming up beside you in a light green dress with a mask to match. “It’s... intimidating if I’m being honest.” Natasha rests a hand on your shoulder.

“You look like you belong here. Even if you feel like you don’t, you look like you do, so act like it. No one will know anything that’s true or not.” You smile at her words and take a big breath in. Squaring your shoulders you raise your head and walk with Sam into the room.

The people you pass stop their conversations and stare at you as Sam leads you to the centre of the room right across from a large staircase.

Conversations hardly have time to grow before a horn sounds loudly, gathering everyone’s attention.

“May I present Lady Sara, Her Majesty Queen Winifred, and his Majesty King George.” The royal family walks down the stairs as graceful as swans with their chins held up high and smiles on their faces.

“Wow. (Y/n) you look... incredible.” You smile shyly up at the man speaking, having recognized his voice. “Thank you, your highness.” Sam snickers while Steve rolls his eyes.

“Now, I must steal you from Sam. May I?” Sam places your hand in Steves and you find yourself giggling as Steve walks you deeper into the room.

“Mary absolutely outdid herself,” Steve says while admiring your gown and mask. “She did. You look rather dashing yourself.” His cheeks flush and he looks down while chuckling.

He’s wearing a well-tailored grey suit and a matching mask. The suit hugs his body perfectly and the mask brings out the vibrant blue in his eyes. And of course, there’s a lovely silver crown sitting atop his blond hair.

He smiles at you then takes a small half-step away from you as the band starts playing again.

“(Y/n), may I be the first of many men to ask tonight, if I may have the honour of this dance?” You beam up at him.”Of course, Steve.” He takes your hand in his and places his other hand on your waist. You bring your free hand up to his shoulder and start dancing with him.

People around you mumble and whisper. as Steve dances you around the floor.

“They’re wondering who you are. They know who I am, but no one knows the Princess I’m dancing with,” he whispers, the cool fabric of his mask brushing against your cheek. You look down, away from the curious and envious eyes of the upper-class men and women.

“They’re making me quite nervous,” you reply softly, grinning as he chuckles.

“Well, I doubt any of them know who you are. So what they think doesn’t matter anyway.” You nod, trying to let his words ease your nerves.

The song comes to a close and Steve sighs.

“Excuse me,” a smooth voice says, “but may I?”

You look up at the man and smile awkwardly as he takes Steve’s place. A new song starts and you dance with him, feeling exceptionally nervous.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met you,” he says after a moment, his brown eyes warm and filled with wonder. “You haven’t. This is the first ball I’ve ever attended.” He spins you then nods. “You’re stunning. Have you any suitors? Husbands?” You shake your head no. “None at all.” He smiles, “what a shame for them. I’d like-” a hand is on his shoulder, stopping him from dancing with you.

“May I cut in?” That voice makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. “Of course, your highness.” The man disappears and Prince James takes his place, one of his hands fitting perfectly in yours while the other rests comfortably on the curve of your waist.

He starts leading you in a dance, keeping your body close to his.

“You look ravishing,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing on your hip. “Why thank you, your majesty.” He smiles, his hand slowly moving around your waist.

“Do you have a name?” You grin as you realize he doesn’t know who you are, a wave of confidence washing over you.

“I do have a name.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to his warm body. “May I be so bold as to ask what it is?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying - and failing- to contain your smile. “Maybe. But do you deserve to know?” You’re honestly not sure where this much confidence comes from, but you’re liking it more than you want to admit.

“I think I do. But let’s say, for argument's sake, that I don’t deserve to know. What could I do to change that?” You slowly look up, your eyes lingering on his pink lips before moving up to his stormy orbs.

“I suppose I’ll have to think about that,” you whisper. His eyes flash down to your lips and you can’t help but lick them/ His fingers flex on your waist and you smile, watching as his eyes meet yours again. “Please do.”

The two of you dance in silence for a few minutes before he chuckles. “What?” You ask, smiling slightly, “do I amuse you?” He shakes his head and sighs heavily.

“You’ve bewitched me. Your voice... your beauty... like nothing I’ve ever experienced in all of my years. Have you and suitors?”

You swear your jaw drops.

“Forgive me, Prince James, but are you not betrothed? To the Princess of Corona?” He shakes his head and looks deep into your eyes. “I do not wish to marry someone who I know nothing about.” You find yourself giggling softly.

“And what do you know about me?” He looks down, seemingly shy. “I know that you’re like no woman I’ve ever met before. I know that I know nothing about you when I’d really just like to know everything. I know that not a day will pass where I don’t think of you. You’ll be in my every dream ‘till the day I die.”

You can’t seem to find any words.

“I’ll ask my father and yours if I can court you. If you’d give me the opportunity, of course.” You’re shocked, to put it lightly. “I-I can’t. You’re betrothed. I couldn’t interfere with that. I’m sorry, Prince James, but I cannot.”

You break away from him and hurry out of the ballroom, desperate to breathe. You remove your mask and lean against the wall, trying desperately to catch your breath.

“You weren’t sold to go to balls and celebrations as a guest,” an all-too-familiar voice says. You straighten up and look at the woman.

“Step-mother,” you begin, “I was invited. By Prince Steve-” a slap to the face cuts you off and you gasp, tears pricking your eyes. “You won’t speak of the Princes! You are filth!” She raises her hand to strike you again and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the pain.

When it never comes, you open your eyes.

Steve’s holding your step-mothers wrist and another woman is rushing over to your side, giving little thought to her expensive gown as she slides down to the floor beside you.

“Guards!” Steve calls, “escort Lady Griffon and her daughters out of here. Don’t make a scene about it either.” You watch as the woman who raised you gets escorted out of the palace that has recently become your home.

“Are you alright, child?” The woman beside you asks, her voice gentle and soft. “Yes, I-I believe I am. Thank you.” She smiles and lightly places her hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry,” Steve says. You wave off his apology and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Queen Valerie, thank you for letting me know. (Y/n), this is Queen Valerie of Corona. Queen Valerie, this is (Y/n). A very close friend of mine.” You look at the woman beside you and scramble to your feet, only to bow before her. “Y-your Highness.” She shakes her head and stands up, “no need for that. You’re sure you’re alright?” You nod your head yes then clear your throat.

“I... I’m going to retire to my chambers. Thank you for inviting me, Steve. Queen Valerie, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night.” They nod and watch as you hurry up a flight of stairs.

“Where’s she from?” Queen Valerie asks while Steve’s escorting her back to the ballroom.

“We’re not sure. She was adopted by Lady Griffon as a baby. She has a locket that seems to be enchanted from Corona so we do believe she may be from there. How she ended up here, I know not. Perhaps you have an idea?” The Queen on his arm clutches her necklace tightly.

“I mustn’t let myself hope,” she whispers softly, letting go of Steve’s arm and heading back to find her husband, leaving the young prince confused out of his wits.

“Mother, Father, I need your help!” Bucky exclaims, walking to where his parents are seated. “What is it, my son?” Winifred asks concern lacing her voice.

“A dame, beautiful as a sunrise. I want to court her. She’s...” He trails off while looking around, trying to find you.

“My son, you know you are to be marred. There’s no way you could court her. What is her name?” Bucky stares at the door where he saw you last.

“I don’t know. But mother, her voice was that of an angel. Her eyes sparkled brighter than diamonds. Her smile... I have no words to describe her beauty.”

Winifred sighs and takes her sons hand. “If everything fails with Corona, then you may court the girl. Is she a Duchess? Or perhaps a Princess?” Bucky sighs and shrugs his shoulders.

“She was dancing with the Duke of Winchester,” King George chimes in, looking around the room.

“I’ll ask him!” Bucky practically runs through the crowd.

“You shouldn't give him hope, George. He’s betrothed. You know he’s meant to marry the Princess of Corona,” Winifred scolds. “Let the boy have his fun. He knows his responsibilities. And if we go to war with Corona, he’ll have this Duchess or Princess or whoever she is. You’ll get a grandchild or two and James will get a strong heir to the throne.” The Queen sighs at her husband and watches as her son talks to the Duke.

“I found her dancing with Prince Steve. A beautiful one, she is. I plan to court her, as soon as I figure out who her father is.” Bucky clenches his hands into fists and smiles tightly at the Duke before setting off to find his cousin.

“Steve! Who were you dancing with?” The blond looks up, slightly startled. “Who?” Bucky groans at his cousin’s response. “She was wearing pink. Her eyes, they’re beautiful and (e/c). She was... a dream.”

Steve raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “You mean (Y/n)?” Bucky freezes, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. “(Y/)? Like... servant girl (Y/n)?” Steve nods slowly and Bucky curses. “Why? Is something wrong?” Bucky pulls Steve into the hallway and looks around to make sure they’re alone, then he rips his mask off and tosses it aside.

“She’s. stunning. Beautiful and witty. I asked if I could court her. But she’s not of noble blood. Fuck. What do I do?” Steve pats his cousin's shoulder.

“Talk to her. You don’t need to formally court her. Does your mother know that you fancy her?” He asks. “Yes, but she reminded me of my betrothal when I spoke of her.” Steve snickers despite his cousin’s glare.

“Winifred knew that was (Y/n). I had her help me design the dress.” Bucky chuckles at this, his anger momentarily forgotten. “Of course she did. She enjoys seeing me in pain.” Steve sighs and looks towards the staircase where you disappeared to. “Lady Griffon was here. She got mad and struck (Y/n). I had the vile woman escorted out and (Y/n) went to her chambers. You should go check on her.” Bucky looks at his cousin as if he’d grown a second head.

“Lady Griffon Struck (Y/n)?” Steve nods, “go see if she’s alright.” I’ll cover for you.” Bucky nods before he can think too hard about it. His feet bring him through the Palace and up the stairs until he’s outside of your room.

He knocks twice then slowly pushes the door open, looking around the room for you. Humming from the bathroom gets his attention and he realizes you must be bathing.

Just as he’s about to turn and leave, you walk out of the bathroom. Bucky’s frozen, staring at you and you’re frozen, staring at him.

You're wrapped in a thin towel, water dripping down your skin and pooling at your feet.

“Your Highness. W-what are you doing in here?” He doesn’t answer, too busy staring at your body. You shift nervously and his eyes snap up to yours. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

You swallow hard and hold the towel tighter around your body.

“I… I didn’t want to ruin the fantasy.”

He walks towards you and you back up, gasping as your back hits the wall.

“You’re a fantasy? A dream? No, you’re much more than that.” He cages you against the wall between his strong arms and stares in your eyes.

“W-what do you mean? What do you want from me?” He closes his eyes for a moment before cracking a half-smile. “I told you,” he whispers, “I want to court you.” You cast your eyes down, shaking your head at him.

“I met Queen Valerie. You’re betrothed to her daughter. I don’t want to interfere,” you breathe.

He carefully lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Tell me you feel nothing. Tell me you don’t want me the way I want you. Tell me that honestly and I’ll leave you be.” You shake your head and close your eyes tightly.

“I’d be lying.”

Those three words are all it takes for his control to shatter.

His hands grip your waist through the towel, holding you tightly as he presses his chest against yours. You pull in a shaky breath, your palms hesitantly resting on his shoulders.

“May I touch you?” You nod breathlessly, gasping as he tugs the towel down a tad. His right-hand cups your cheek while his left ventures beneath the towel, finding your damp skin.

“Someone could come in,” you whisper, head tilting back and eyes staying closed as his lips ghost over your neck.

“Let them,” he murmurs, gently nipping your neck as his left-hand curls around your back under your towel.

You shiver, arching up into him at the foreign feeling of his warm skin on your own. “James.” Your voice is a soft whisper and the Prince grins, his right hand leaving your cheek to pull your towel down a bit more.

“I want you, (Y/n).” You whimper softly, your fingers raking through his soft brown hair. “You’re all I want. Screw my betrothal.” The mention of his betrothal brings you back to reality and you push him off of you.

“This… this isn’t right,” you whisper while pulling the towel tighter around your body.

“Yes. This is right. This is so so right.” He leans down and kisses your lips almost roughly.

“James. James stop,” you mumble against his lips.

He doesn’t stop.

“Stop! Get off of me!” You exclaim, shoving him off of you as hard as you can.

“(Y/n) I-“ “Get out. Get out!”

He looks shocked and reaches out for you.

“Get out now.”

You move under his arm and across the room, eyes staying focused on the Prince.

“(Y/n) please. Just let me-“ “No! You’re to be married and I’m of poor blood! Please, just leave.” Your hands start to tremble as anxiety floods your body.

The Prince turns and leaves without another word, his heart aching and his stomach churning.

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The Princess Project: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel (Royalty AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Prince Bucky have been arranged to marry. You hate each other, plus Bucky already loves another, Duchess Natasha. In 3 months, you have to make the king and queen believe that Natasha is the right one for Bucky instead of you.

A/N: another mini series. THERE WILL BE NO TAGGING FOR THIS FIC!

Ever since you were little, you’ve hated Prince James. When you were eight, you were visiting his country, Astrana. After formal introductions, your mother dismissed you and the young prince to go play in the gardens. As soon as you were out of sight from your parents and James’, James pushed you into a puddle of mud. You ran to your parents crying and James defended himself saying you tripped.

When you were thirteen, James and his family were visiting your country, Lethudor. It was your birthday celebration. You spotted James flirting with one of your friends. When he was called away, you quickly went up to her and spewed lies to make her deem him unattractive. It worked. It got even better when your friend decided to spread the lies as well. That night James knew he absolutely hated you.

Five years later, you’re eighteen years old, thus you are at marrying age. It was right before lunch when you parents called you to the throne room. As soon as you entered, you noticed that King George, Queen Winnifred, and Prince James were there waiting for you.

You looked at all of them curiously, “What’s going on?”

Your mother softly smiled at you, “Y/N, now that you are eighteen you are now at marrying age.”

“Uh huh...”

Your father spoke up, “We spoke to King George and Queen Winnifred and you and Prince James are to be married.”

“WHAT?!” You and James exclaimed, then glared at each other.

“He’s repulsive!”

“She’s a brat!”

“He has no respect!”

“She’s so stuck up!

“Enough!” King George exclaimed.

“But Prince James is with someone already!” you shouted.

James’ head snapped to you, “How do you know that?!”

You rolled your eyes, “People talk, James.”

Queen Winnifred held up her hand to stop James before he even spoke, “We know of Duchess Natasha and she is not fit to wed James. She’s too wild and has no proper etiquette. She’s not like you, Y/N.”

James scoffed, “And that’s why I like Nat.”

Your jaw clenched and you were three seconds away from punching James in his princely face. You looked to the Astranian king and queen, “What if I teach her?”

“Pardon?” King George asked.

“What if I give lessons to Duchess Natasha. Shape her into the princess you want.”

“Y/N,” you mother spoke up, “do you think you could actually do that?”

“I’m very determined, mother. You know this.” she nodded.

“Why are you helping me?” James asked.

It was your turn to scoff, “Oh I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me. There’s no way in Hell I’m marrying you.”

James’ parents were quietly discussing the matter with your parents. Within minutes, they pulled away. They agreed to your plan, but you only had six months to do it. It was time to start your princess project.

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hellomissmabel · 6 years

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The Duchess epilogue

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Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: Mentions of poisoning someone, mentions of someone dying in childbirth (it’s not what you think, trust me, it’s a very brief mention). There’s some murder plotting too.

Word count: 1k

THIS IS A MINI SERIES SO NO TAGGING SORRY X

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for my bae @caplansteverogers

Her cell was damp and moist, an icy wind blowing through the dungeons even though there are hardly any windows at all. She was kneeling on the ground, dragging her nails across the hard stone of the ground, drawing blood. Natasha’s confinement had driven her mad and you almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“What do you want, Y/N,” she snaps at you without looking up to meet your eyes. Barely anyone visits her anymore these days, except you. It’s become a monthly tradition to pay a visit to the fallen Duchess and it’s purely out of sadistic tendencies. You love to see her rot away.

“It’s Queen Y/N now,” you correct her in a sickly sweet tone, nodding at the guard to give you a minute of privacy. Running your hand softly over your swollen belly, you step on one of her hands. She yelps in pain and eventually locks eyes with you. They are red-rimmed and as dark as night, reflecting the even darker soul underneath the flesh and bone.

“It’s a boy.” Perhaps you’re rubbing it in too much, perhaps you are pushing boundaries here. Perhaps this makes you a terrible person. But you were never one to shy away from victory even if it meant getting your hands dirty.

“Now, I’ve come here to tell you this will be my last visit. I’ve been begging Bucky to execute you, hand you in front of all the people, but he wants to grant you the dignity of a death of your own choice. So I would like to advise you to choose wisely.”

“I will not let you hang me,” her hoarse voice cuts through the glee of your words. “I want to die in my own house. I want to take poison, lay down in my own bed, surrounded by friends and family, and fall asleep while waiting for the end.”

Pursing your lips in a conceited smile, you kick her with the tip of your shoe so the falls backwards and hits her head against the wall. “You will not.” For a minute you believe she is going to cry, the way she is clasping the palm of her hand on the injury her fall has created and shuts her eyes closed. “I will let you die by poison, but not like that. I will have someone slip some in your food or your drink. Yes, that I’ll do.”

Throwing a quick glance in the direction of the guard, you make sure nobody is listening in. “I will have someone slip something in your food or drink. You will never know and you will never suspect a thing. It might be tomorrow, or it could also be next month, next year, or in ten years.”

“You evil woman,” Natasha growls back at you. “Bucky will know it was you when something happens to me!”

Shrugging innocently, you decide to take that chance. “He might or might not know it was me. But he will never say anything about it. He loves me. He loves our unborn child. He has always loved me and he has lost me before. He doesn’t want to loose me again, trust me.”

You nod at the guard and he opens the door to the cell, leaving enough room for you to slip past and walk back to your quarters, not even giving Natasha the time of day anymore after that final look in your eyes declared the war between you two to be over. You have won the prize, you are queen now.

After the incarceration of the Duchess Natasha Romanova of Queens, who later had been stripped of her title, King James Barnes married the Duchess Y/N Y/L/N of Manhattan, Staten Island and the Bronx. They had four children, from eldest to youngest, the Duke of Manhattan, the Duchess of Staten Island, the Duchess of the Bronx and finally the Duke of Queens.

Natasha died in her cell from starvation, after having taken Y/N’s threats to heart and refusing any and all meals that were offered to her in fear of being poisoned by the new queen’s order. The Duke of Brooklyn, Steven Grant Rogers, in an attempt to change her mind, unwillingly called Y/N’s wrath upon himself. So when Steve Rogers, per King Bucky’s request, moved away from court in order to keep the peace, he fell in love with a young maiden of no noble birth and left his title behind.

The Queen outlived her King, who died of old age, for many years and saw her children marry into various royal families all over the world. She ruled the country of New York until her firstborn was old enough to take over the reign, and during those years she reached out to her brother-in-law to make amends. His wife had died during childbirth and he was living with his beloved daughter on his farm.

Steve and Y/N’s romance rekindled and she fulfilled her promise to make Steve King of New York when they married shortly after their reconciliation. She died surrounded by her children and their spouses, her grand-children and her most intimate circle friends, her second husband Steve holding her hand.

Her legacy still lives on to this day.

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the-stories-in-my-head-95 · 7 years

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I Would Never Break my Vow

1000 fic request

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request- may i request a royal!au where you are with child and you see your Prince Bucky with another woman flirting and all and you sink into depression bc he promised you he would be loyal to you? angry & fluffy pls

Message- Here’s the first of the 10 fic recs that I am doing! It’s a royaltyAU. Sorry if it sucks!

Word Count-1073

“You cannot hide this for much longer, my Queen.” You seamstress says. “Has the King not grown suspicious of your lack of a monthly cycle?”

“He has not, he is too busy with her. But you are right he will soon notice the lack of blood in our bed. I will simply move into the courters he offered me when we first were married” You mumble.

“Many men take mistresses. Do not let this ruin you.” Your seamstress says as she pulls you into a hug.

“How can I not? He promised that he would stay faithful, always. I-I thought he was falling in love with me.” You sob. After you calm a bit you leave to find your husband.

“James.” You call and he turns and gives you a large smile.

“I thought we agreed on Bucky.” He says as he leans in to give you a kiss, but you lean back. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I just wanted to let you know that I will be staying in the Queens chambers from now on.” You say sharply.

“W-What? H-Have I done something to upset you?” Bucky stutters out.

“I just think us sharing a bed is unnecessary, it is not as though we love each other.” You snap out before quickly turning to leave the room. You leave so quickly that you don’t see the shattered expression on Bucky’s face.

***

It has been a month since you slowly started to isolate yourself, you barley left your bed and you seamstress had to basically force you to eat. You were currently sitting in the library reading because your scullery and chamber maids had kicked you out of your chambers so they could clean. You’re enjoying your book, when you feel a presence above you, so you look up and see Bucky.

“Duchess Natasha believes you are with child!” Bucky stammers out.

“Does Duchess Natasha have any other speculations about my life you wish to share?” You snap

“I-Is it true?” Bucky murmurs. You can see the pain in his eyes. He was probably hurt that he could no longer divorce you if he wished to.

“I-Is that why you moved out? Are you upset about being pregnant? I-Is it even mine?” Bucky’s last question came out as a whisper.

“Of course it is yours. Did Duchess Natasha tell you it was not? I have remained faithful in this marriage.” You snarl before getting up.

“Please, I do not understand why you are so upset. You are pregnant, this should be a happy time. A time of celebration.” Bucky says as he follows you out through the library.

“Go celebrate with Duchess Natasha.” You snarl before slamming the door shut, leaving a shocked Bucky behind it.

***

Bucky throws a banquet to celebrate the news of your pregnancy. Your seamstress and maids gather all around you, preparing you for the night. Once they finish, you get up and leave.

“Are you not going to wait for the King?” One of your maids asks.

“No, I am sure he is busy.” You mumble, before leaving the room.

“Y/N! Y/N, stop!” Bucky yells as he runs down the hall to catch up with you. “I was just on my way to collect you.” He says as he smiles at you. Your heart flutters a bit, so you move you your head to face away from him.

“Let’s go.” You mumble and you take his arm and he leads you in. Dinner goes by quickly and you begin to mingle with the guests.

“Queen Y/N.” Duke Steve says with a bow.

“Y/N, please, Steve. After all we are allies.” You say as you grin at him.

“Allies in what? May I ask?” Steve asks.

“You do not need to pretend. I know about our spouse’s affair.” You say as you roll your eyes.

“Natasha and Bucky aren’t having an affair.” Steve whispers to you.

“Yes they are. I saw them huddling in a dark corner of the castle. Denial does not suit you Steve.” You say.

“I-Is this why you told Bucky you do not love him? It’s why you moved into the queens chambers to be it?” Steve says and you look down in same, but nod your head. “Come with me!” Steve adds before taking your arm and pulling you out of the room. As he does he motions towards where Bucky was standing with Natasha.

“No, please.” You mumble. Because you didn’t want to hear it from your husbands mouth. The way it was now, you could still deny it if you wanted to. You were full on sobbing once the doors shut behind the four of you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Bucky asks as he moves towards you. He moves to put his hands on your stomach but you flinch away.

“Y/N thinks that you two are having an affair.” Steve says and you’re trembling in fear at what your husband’s response will be.

“What? No! We are not, I-I p-promised you that I would always be faithful. Remember?” Bucky whispers to you.

“Y/N, no I promise you, Bucky and I are not having an affair.” Natasha says.

“DO NOT LIE!” You cry. “I KNOW WHAT I SAW!” Then you start sobbing more.

“No-no! Y/N please believe me. Whatever you think you saw, didn’t happen like you think it did. Please, tell me what you think you saw, so I can explain myself.” Bucky says.

“I-I was l-looking for you to tell you about the baby and I found you and Natasha whispering to one another in the corner, then s-she kissed y-you on the cheek a-and-.” But you couldn’t continue because you were sobbing so hard.

“No, you miss understand. We were talking about you. I was asking Natasha advice on how to tell you about my feeling. I-I love you. Please, believe me.” Bucky says as he collapses in front of you, he wraps his arms around you-as much as he can with since you were now 5 months pregnant. “I-I love you so much and since you left o-our room I’ve been hallow. Please I will swear it on any deity you choose, I promise I have and will always be faithful to you.”

“I-I love you, too.” You murmur. Bucky stands and pulls you into a kiss and you feel for the first time in months that all is right with the world.

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hellomissmabel · 6 years

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The Duchess II/III

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader ; Steve x reader

Warnings: Talk of murder.

Word count: 1k

THIS IS A MINI SERIES SO NO TAGGING SORRY X

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for my bae @caplansteverogers

Taken aback by your question, Steve starts swallowing in the words as he stutters aa half-hearted answer. “I – euhm… I do want to – No, I can’t… Wait, I don’t – I… I do want to be king but… I am only the bastard son.”

You want to roll your eyes at Steve’s innocence and frankly also his ignorance, but you bite your tongue and throw some seduction into the conversation. “But what if I could make you king, Steve?”

“You can’t make me king, Y/N, stop saying such nonsense.” Steve waves away your words, but he can’t dismiss the proximity of your body, how close you are standing to him and the way your pupils dilate as you’re looking at him with those long, sultry eyelashes.

“I can make you king, Steve,” you repeat with a sweet twang to your voice. “My father abdicated a king and made King George the new king. How do you think he became the Duke of Manhattan in the first place.”

The blond squints his eyes at you in disbelief, so you try to paint an even clearer picture. “My father wasn’t a nobleman when he came to court. He was a peasant with ambition and noticed how George stood in the shadow of his brother, the king, and resented it. He took advantage of his resentment and plotted to get his brother dethroned. And I am my father’s daughter, so trust me when I tell you I can make you king.”

Steve wants nothing more than to be king with you by his side as his queen, but this is not the time nor the place to discuss such matters. “Keep your voice down, Y/N. There are eyes and ears everywhere.”

She nods and I expect her to drop it and just return to the party, which she almost does. But as she’s walking away she changes her mind, spinning around on the heels of her feet and strutting back towards me. Y/N then taps on my shoulder and stands on her tiptoes, coming eye to eye with the blond.

“Marry me, Steve. I’ll give you anything you want,” you promise him with a small heart, throwing all your cards on the table. “I’ll go to bed with your every night, I’ll sleep with you as often as you wish. I will give you a family, a big family, with lots of kids just like you’ve always wanted.”

Swiftly dancing around Steve, you brush away a stray blond hair behind his ear. “We can get married first thing tomorrow morning. If I call reverent Fury now, he’ll gladly wed us. Then we can assemble the council in the afternoon to get Bucky dethroned. Together we have more land and more influence than Bucky and the Duchess of Queens. Nobody loves the Duchess of Queens, but they do all love you.”

No matter how convincing you may sound, Steve doesn’t fall for your sugary schemes. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I will not marry you for ambition. I will marry you for love and nothing else.”

It’s a bitter pill to swallow, hearing your exact words fall from Steve’s lips. Scoffing softly, you pull the necklace Bucky gave you from your neck and place it in Steve’s hand. “I’m not Bucky’s anymore, if that’s what you’re worried about. He’s over and done. I’m ready for someone new.”

You can see the doubt behind those blue eyes swallow him. Almost, he’s almost there, he just needs another push. “I don’t want Natasha to be queen. I will not bow for that woman.”

“Neither will I,” Steve mumbles under his breath, giving you something in common. “But I still won’t marry you.”

“Then help me kill the future queen.”

Steve covers your mouth with his hand, his gaze an unspoken death sentence. “Not another word,” he hisses sharply, his tongue sliding like a knife through the air pulled taut. “How on earth are you going to pull that off?”

“She can’t have children,” you snap back at Steve, yanking yourself free from the hand over his mouth. “She lied to the council, Steve. They can have her head for it!”

“And how do you propose we inform the council?,” Steve taunts you with an ever harder voice than before, cutting through bone and marrow.

You purse your lips with a devilish grin. “We don’t. We leave it to Bucky to find out.” Squeezing his hand, you fish something out of your purse. It’s a small pocket watch that used to belong to your father, which you modified to your own personal taste along with a recording device. “I will confront her.”

The Duke scoffs with a doubtful look in his eyes. “You’ll never succeed, doll. You’ll be executed for high treason and when that happens, I won’t be there to save your ass.”

“Look Steve, there are only two ways this can go. Either he knocks me up first and then grows tired of me, casting me aside for a younger mistress and Natasha sends someone to kill me. Or he knocks me up and separates from Natasha because a divorce is not possible. She’ll grow jealous of me and my children. Either way, I will end up dead.”

Spinning a curl of your hair around your finger, you give Steve a naughty grin. Wind blows like a low whistle, a storm brewing in the distance. “I shall be queen even if I have to finish Natasha with my bare hands. It’s your decision if you want in on the ride or not.”

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The Princess Project: Epilogue

Fandom: Marvel (Royalty AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Bucky stared up at the palace. His nerves getting the best of him. Him and his family were in Lethudor to celebrate the twenty years of your parents’ reign. It’s been six months since you left Astrana without saying good-bye. He tried to move on, he really did. But he just couldn’t.

Days after your departure, Bucky decided to speak with Natasha. He was anxious. He didn’t know if Nat was going to blow up at him or what. Whatever happens, he deserves it.

“You wanted to speak with me?” she asked curiously as she entered the library, the place where everything started.

He took a deep breath, “I...I’m not entirely sure about my feelings anymore.”

Nat hung her head down, “It’s because of Y/N, isn’t it?”

Bucky nodded, “Yes, but she didn’t do anything. It was all me. I just-I just feel like there’s something there. Something that wasn’t there before and I can’t help but wonder about it. Ya know?”

Nat nodded, “Actually, I do.”

He looked at her with surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah, my best friend, Clint. We’ve known each other since we were young and...I’m not sure. I sometimes get these feelings, but because he’s my best friend, I don’t act upon them.”

Bucky took Nat’s hand, “I’m sorry. You did all those lessons fo-”

“It wasn’t for nothing. Maybe now, my father will take me seriously.”

Bucky kissed the back of Nat’s hand, “I’m really sorry, Nat.”

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, “It’s alright. Some things happen for a reason.”

Rebecca stepped up and stood next to her brother, “Are you just going to stare at the place or are you going to walk inside?” she said with a smirk.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Just tryin’ to pluck up the courage. It’s been months since I’ve last seen her. I don’t know what to expect.”

“Expect nothing and just go for it, Jamie.” She pat her brother’s shoulder and entered the palace.

“Some things happen for a reason,” he muttered to himself.

He walked in and was escorted to the ballroom where the celebration was being held. Bucky’s parents and Rebecca were already speaking to your parents. You were nowhere near them.

Bucky stood on his tiptoes crying to scout every single corner of the room, “Where are you?” he said to himself.

“Looking for me?” you asked, startling him. You laughed and Bucky’s entire body eased.

He took your hand and kissed it, “Hello, princess. You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today.”

“Thank you....I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Oh?”

“I figured you’d be upset with me, that I left without saying good-bye. It would hurt too much if I did.”

“Natasha and I broke up,” he blurted out.

“Oh.”

“We...we realized that we weren’t meant for each other.” Bucky shook his head and scowled, “My whole life, I couldn’t stand you-”

“Wow, Bucky, what a compliment.”

“It’s true. Whenever I saw you, my heart started beating faster, I would do anything to get some reaction out of you, I would always try to rile you up. And I guess I’m just realizing it now that-that it was because I...I liked you.”

You scoffed, “Well that’s a stupid way of showing it.”

Bucky shrugged, “I’m a stupid person.”

You chuckled, “Yes, you are. But you’re also funny, kind, smart, and charming.”

Bucky gave you a fond smile, “Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

“How about I take you on a date? You showed me your favorite places in Astrana. Now it’s my turn to show you my favorite places in Lethudor.”

Bucky leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

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The Princess Project: Part 5

Fandom: Marvel (Royalty AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: just for kicks, i’m gonna do an epilogue.

After Bucky almost kissing you, you decided to avoid him as much as possible. You were conflicted. You were introduced to a new side of Bucky, one that made your heart want to burst out of your chest. That couldn’t happen.

You requested Nat to tell him not to show up at her lessons, despite being confused, he obliged. Every time Bucky asked if you wanted to hang out, you shot him down. He didn’t understand. He thought that you two were doing okay and now you were avoiding him? That just wouldn’t do. He was hurt.

So after Nat left with her lesson with you, he barged into the library, “Alright! What gives?!” his loud voice startling you.

You turned around, holding your hand to your chest, “What on Earth?”

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks! So I ask again: what gives?’

You shrugged as you passed him, “I’ve been busy.”

Bucky followed you out, “Bullshit! I’ve been asking around and you haven’t been doing jack shit!”

You snapped at him, “I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that, James.”

Bucky scoffed, “So it’s James again? I thought we were passed all this! I thought we were doing okay!”

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. Our friendship doesn’t matter. Natasha is almost done with her lessons. She’s improved immensely, so my time here will be cut short, which means we don’t have to see each other again unless necessary.”

“Why are you doing this?!’

“Because you’re going to marry, Natasha! Once you’re with her, you’ll forget all about me. So there’s no point. None! So just forget about this forming friendship. Drop it. It’s not happening. You go be with your love and I’ll be left alone. Again.” after your last word, you spun on your heel and ran to your rooms. A loud slam echoing off the walls.

Bucky ran his hand down his face in frustration. How the hell can he fix this? He had to fix this?

The next day, Natasha’s lessons finally ended. You gave her a congratulatory hug and made your way to the throne room to speak with the king and queen.

Nat stood in-between you and Bucky. You stood there vocalizing your reports on Natasha’s changes. Your eyes shined with pride, something that Bucky noticed and found endearing. He, of course, noticed the changes in Nat and he couldn’t help but be reminded of you. It was like Nat was you, but not. He’d never admit it, but at one point, Bucky yearned for you to be in Nat’s place. A thought he shot down immediately. You didn’t want him. At all. A fact that made his chest hurt.

“And James?” Bucky looked up at his mother’s voice,

“Sorry?”

“Do you think Nat is ready?”

He looked at Nat, she looking at him. Hope filled her eyes as she shyly smiled at him. He quickly glanced at you, your eyes were down, looking at your feet. He just wished you would look at him. He then look at his parents, “Absolutely.”

King George nodded, “We’ll put her to the test. Next weekend, we’re holding a ball for Rebecca’s birthday. There will be a formal dinner held.” he stared straight at Natasha, “This will be your chance to see how much you’ve learned.”

Nat nodded, “Of course, your highness.”

He then looked at you, “Princess Y/N, you will attend as well.”

You looked at him confused, “Pardon?”

He chuckled, “Surely, you’d like to see your hard work put into action?”

You sighed in defeat, “If you insist your majesty.”

Throughout the week, you found yourself spending a lot of time with Princess Rebecca. She was very knowledgeable and kind, and just a wonderful person to be around. One day, you were spending time with her in the gardens.

“You’ve caused my brother a lot of distress, Y/N,” she said with a smirk.

You waved her comment off, “He’ll get over it.”

She shook her head, “I don’t think he will. He’s asked me a lot about you. How you’re doing? If you’ve spoken about him. What have you done to him? he asked with a giggle.

You sighed, “He’s just butthurt that I’ve decided not to be his friend anymore.”

“You decided that after hanging out with him for a day?”

“Becca, you don’t understand. Once he and Natasha get married, I’ll be all alone again. He says he’ll be there for me, but I highly doubt it. People have said that to me all the time...they never kept their promise. I’m just saving myself from hurting again. This has happened too many times. I can’t let it happen again. Besides, he’ll never have to deal with me again. I’m sure he’d eventually see what a blessing that’ll be.”

The day of Rebecca’s party came and you were relieved. Finally, once this day was over you could go back to your country and forget about Bucky.

Throughout the day, you distracted yourself with helping prepare for the party. You set up decorations with Wanda and helped lay out the food. A lot of the servants were confused by your actions, but the more help the better, right?

Rebecca even started to help. You stood on a latter, hanging up streamers along the walls. Rebecca assisted with handing you tape talking to you throughout the time.

And Bucky? Bucky stood across the hall watching you. Enjoying the smile on your face and your burst of giggles. Last night, after being intimate with Natasha, he came to a disturbing conclusion: he liked you. Really liked you. But you wanted nothing to do with him, afraid you’d be cast aside. Bucky was conflicted. He felt so guilty. Natasha worked so hard to be the person his parents would approve of. And how did he repay her? By falling for someone else. Fate was too cruel.

“Y/N!” at the sound of his sister’s cries, his eyes focused on you. You were losing your balance on the latter. Without a second thought, Bucky rushed over to the otherside of the hall, holding out his arms. You fell off the latter, closing your eyes, awaiting for the impact of the hard floor, but it never came.

“Are you okay?” You opened your eyes and met with familiar blue ones.

You quickly scrambled out of Bucky’s arms, “Y-Yeah. Thanks.” You turned to Rebecca, “I forgot I had something to do. I’ll see you at the party.” You ran out of the hall, Bucky’s cries falling deaf upon your ears.

Bucky’s shoulders sagged and Rebecca patted her brother’s shoulders, “It’s okay, Jamie.”

He shook his head, “No, it isn’t, Becca. I’m fucked! Nat’s done so much to be the princess mom and dad wants her to be and I end up falling for Y/N! I’m royally fucked! How the hell am I gonna get out of this? If I go forth with marrying Nat, I feel like I’ll never be happy. If I end up telling her I don’t wanna marry her, she’ll hate me forever that may result in breaking the alliance with us. What the fuck is my life right now?!”

“Just follow your heart, Jamie.”

He scoffed, “Easier said than done. My life isn’t the only one at stake here...”

“-and he caught me and I just stared into his eyes-those beautiful blue eyes! God, they’re so blue-anyway, and I panicked! I can’t stand to be near him because when I am, I just feel my heart breaking and this whole situation is so fucked up! Wanda, what am I supposed to do?!” you rambled as you paced around your room. Wanda sat on your bed listening to you.

You fell back onto your bed with an “oomph!” and looked at your handmaiden and friend. She shrugged, “Honestly, I’m not sure what to tell you, Y/N.”

You frowned at her, “Thanks, Wanda. You’re a lot of help,” you said sarcastically. You groaned, “Fuck it. After tonight, I’m leaving this place and never coming back again.”

Wanda giggled, “Dramatic. So you’re just going to forget about me?”

Your face softened, “Of course not. I’ll send a car or plane or boat or whatever you prefer for you to visit me.”

She smiled wide, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

You hopped off your bed, “Alright. Now let’s start packing my things.”

As Bucky headed towards the hall, he had in his mind to talk to you. No matter how many times you shot him down or tried to avoid you, he was going to talk to you and you were going to listen. Like it or not, his words will be heard.

He entered the hall and music was playing. Family and friends of his family were scattered about. Some were dancing, some were chatting, some were drinking. A typical party.

His eyes scanned the room for you and he spotted you by the dessert table with Wanda. You looked amazing. You wore this sky blue dress that reminded him of Cinderella.

He was just about to walk towards you, until his sister’s arrival was announced. Everyone turned towards the doors and applauded as she entered. Bucky smiled and walked up to his sister, offering his arm, “You look beautiful, Becca.”

She smiled back, “Thanks, Jamie.”

Throughout the night, you were basically a wallflower. You hung around Wanda a lot, just watching everyone. You constantly spotted Natasha and observed how restrained and reserved she now was. She spoke politely with other guests and she danced with a few, knowing exactly how to waltz now. When she ate, she ate respectively and exactly how you taught her. She was absolutely perfect. The idea made you proud, but it also hurt you.

After dinner, that’s when the party went full swing. Many of the older nobles decided to leave, which left the younger ones to let loose and be more free. You noted that Natasha did just that, but in consideration. She hung herself off Bucky, of course. They were perfect together, you had to admit. Despite you hating their lovey dovey attitude, you knew they were made for each other.

You sat at a table all by yourself. You insisted on Wanda dancing with her crush, Bucky’s fencing coach, Vision. They loved each other as well. That was blatantly clear. And you were left all alone again.

You stood up, drying the impending tears from your eyes and walked swiftly towards the exit. Your abruptness made you noticeable to Bucky, whom was by the drinks table. This was his chance. He quickly set his glass onto the table and ran after you.

You ran up the stairs and towards your rooms, ignoring the echoes of footsteps that followed you.

“Y/N! Wait!” You knew that voice.

“Leave me alone, James!” you called out.

“Y/N, please!” he ran after you. You pushed your door open and right as you were about to shut it, Bucky burst in.

You stumbled back, your face stern, “James, leave!”

“No!” he noticed your teary eyes and his voice softened, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter.”

Bucky swiftly approached you, “It does matter, Y/N. You’re crying.”

You whimpered as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs, “Please, go away.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m hurting. I’m all alone and-and I hate it.”

“But you’re not alone.”

“Yes, I am. Wanda has Vision. You have Natasha. Rebecca has her friends. I have no one.”

“You have me. I told you-”

“You don’t mean though. No one ever does.”

Bucky’s face hardened. He was upset. Upset that you didn’t take his promise seriously. Upset at all the people who’s hurt you. He took your face in his hands and rested his forehead against yours, “I’m here, Y/N. I’ll always be here. You have me. You’re not alone.” without even thinking, he leaned forward and captured your lips. He felt more tears falls, the wetness transferring to his cheeks.

You pulled away, “Stop. This...stop playing with my emotions, James. It’s cruel.”

“Y/N, I know it may be too late to say this, but I like you.”

“You can’t! Not after everything we’ve gone through! After everything I’ve done! You can’t just throw it away!”

“I’d throw everything away for you.”

You turned your back to him and sighed, “One night.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s just enjoy this one night together and then we’ll go our separate ways.”

Bucky looked at you confused, “Y/N-”

“I’d rather have one night with you than none at all. James, we have our own duties for our countries. I’m not letting you ruin your future for me. So please, let’s just enjoy this night while we can.”

“Okay.”

That night was filled with stolen kisses in your room. You held each other close as you laid in your bed. You talked about anything your mind came up with.

As you began to fall asleep, you heard Bucky mumble, “I wish things were different.”

You replied before drifting off, “Me too.”

The next morning, Bucky tried to cuddle with you, but he found your side of the bed empty. He sat up looking around, “Y/N?”

He heard a honk outside the window and he got up, walking out onto the balcony. He looked below to see a car donning your country’s flag. Servants were bringing your luggage into the car. He watched as you eventually walked out, Wanda and Rebecca in tow. You turned and hugged them both. The faint sound of your giggling reached his ears.

Bucky found himself clenching his fists and his eyes starting to water. You were really leaving without saying good-bye to him?

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you looked up to see Bucky. His eyes were filled with so much hurt. Before getting into the car, you mouthed, “I’m sorry.” the door was shut and a few seconds later, the car drove off with you in it.

It wa for the best wasn’t it?

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