#king!steve x peasant!reader

[holylulusworld]

Before you (6)

Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Characters: Knight Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, grumpy and loud Steve, Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), mentions of loss of loved ones, undefined age gap, a hint of fluff, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, Steve is a little possessive in this…

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<< Part 5

“Steve! BROTHER! Open the door,” you flinch as it seems that Bucky wants to tear the door down with his bare hands. “If you hurt her, you’ll regret it. She’s your true mate.”

“Bucky, stop this immediately or you’ll end up in the dungeon. I swear if you threaten my claim, you are no longer my brother,” Steve warns.

There is a commotion behind the door, and then silence.

“He-he means well, my king,” whimpering in fear you look up at Steve. “Please don’t punish him. He pities me. Please.”

“You’ve got a soft spot for my brother,” he grits his teeth. “How far did he go? Did he touch you?”

“What? He wouldn’t…no. Your brother is a good man. All this time he tried to help me, my king. I swear on my father’s grave,” you sniffle. “Please…”

“A good man,” he huffs. “Unlike me?” The king questions. He waits for you to protest but you press your lips into a thin line. “I wasn’t always like this. Hard. Cold. Careless.”

“I don’t know you, my king,” you drop your gaze. “You’re a king. You have all the right to treat me like…this.”

“Look at me,” it’s an alpha command and your head immediately snaps upward. “I promised to keep you safe, and I will. No one will ever hurt you again or break your heart.”

“It’s too late for that.”

Steve swallows thickly as you start trembling. “Why’s that?”

“My family is gone,” you whimper. “And the only boy I ever loved forgot about me.” You give him a sad smile. “Promises are meant to be broken, my king. I don’t know if yours are meant to be kept.”

“My love,” your eyes round as he steps closer to cup your cheek with his right hand. “I never forgot about you. And I never wanted to break my promises. My father has forbidden me to come back to you. One day, he said you died in the fire with your family.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you press your hands weakly against his chest. “What is the meaning of your words, your highness.”

“Do you remember the horseshoe? I gave it to you,” he speaks as softly as he can. It’s hard to control his emotions after he got to know about Peggy’s betrayal.

“Horseshoe.”

Your heart wildly beats in your chest. This can’t be. No.

“You still have it.”

“A boy named Grant gave it to me, my king. I would remember being friends with a king.”

“A crown prince, my love,” he whispers lowly. Steve leans closer to sniff at your neck. “My name is Steven Grant Rogers. King of Brooklyn. My father wanted me to hide that I am the crown prince back then. So, I used my middle name.”

“No—no,” you cry. “My friend was a good person. He would’ve never treated people like you do. Grant was kind and so nice. He gave me my first kiss…my only kiss.”

“I never forgot about our kiss,” Steve tries to bring you into his arms but you fight him. A king can take whatever he wants, but you won’t give in without a fight. Your innocence is all you’ve got left.

“You’re not him,” he wins. You end up in his arms, your face pressed into his chest. You are forced to scent the king and feel his warmth. “You can’t be him. He would’ve saved me. Grant will come for me one day. I know it.”

“Y/N, I’m here. I would’ve come for you. I didn’t know you are still alive. I swear,” he sniffs as you wiggle in his grip. “Please, Y/N. I still go the flower you gave me.”

You stop wiggling and lift your head. “What kind of flower?”

He smiles now as you place your hands flat against his chest. “I’ll tell you if you stop fighting me.”

“I-“ you nod, but cautiously watch Steve. He lets go of you to walk toward his bed. He kneels to look under the bed and gets a small golden chest out. “What’s this?”

“My treasure,” he places the chest onto the bed and opens it. “Look,” Steve gets a small book out. He opens the book to show you a pressed flower, hidden in the middle of the book. “It’s a daisy.”

You wrap your arms around yourself. This can’t be. No. The king cannot be the boy you loved for so long.

“No. What happened to you? How can you be like this?”

“I lost everything when my father told me you died in that fire,” he carefully closes the book again. “Peggy became my queen, even though, I only ever wanted you to become mine.”

“She died,” you softly say. “I heard it from Bucky. He said something along the lines when I took care of her horse.”

“It’s not her horse,” he grits out. “She said it’s hers, but it wasn’t,” Steve says. “I asked my father to get it from your father before all of this happened. I wanted to gift it to you. She took it away from you. Peggy stole your place by my side with lies and her treacherous words.”

“It never was my place,” you step toward the door. “Even if you are Grant, you are not the man I had hoped you’ll become.” You sniff. “My king, you know that a maid cannot take a queen’s place. You and that woman were meant to be. Not us.”

“Please don’t say this,” he begs. His eyes fill with tears as you reach for the doorknob. “We were always meant to be, omega. No one can stop an alpha from claiming his true mate. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Not hours ago, you wanted me gone.”

He flinches as something hits the door from the other side. You shriek and fall to your knees to crawl away. “Y/N.”

Steve runs toward you. He goes down on his knees to wrap his body around your trembling form.

“STEVE!” the door finally bursts open, and a very angry Bucky, followed by Samuel storms into the room. “Where? What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Steve mutters. “You just destroyed my door.”

“I thought…I mean,” Bucky huffs as you cling to his brother’s body. You hide your face in his chest, crying as you are scared to hell and back. “You didn’t hurt her.”

“Of course not,” Steve bites back. “I told you to read Peggy’s diary and leave us alone. I need to talk to Y/N and explain a few more things.”

“Did you already tell her?” the brunette lifts a brow as his brother sighs deeply. “I guess things didn’t go well?”

“She doesn’t believe me, Bucky. I got the flower and all,” the king whispers. “What else can I do to make her believe that I’m Grant, the boy who fell in love with her so many years ago?”

“Steve let’s be honest. You treated her like the worst since you met her for the first time,” Bucky tries to make his brother see that you won’t be able to forgive the king so easily. “I told you that she’s special.”

“I know,” Steve gently rocks you in his arms. “You must read the diary, Bucky. I need to talk about it with someone. Peggy betrayed me, brother.”

“I asked Lord Barton and Samuel to find out more about Rumlow, and the knights attacking Y/N’s family that night.”

“Good. I want him in the dungeon. He’ll pay for what he did,” Steve runs one hand up and down your back. “Can you leave me alone with Y/N for a little longer? Maybe find someone to take care of the door.”

“Steve, I think you should leave Y/N alone for a while. It’s a lot to take in,” you lift your head to look at the kind brunette. “She can sleep in one of the spare chambers next to yours.”

“No,” you whine as Steve wraps his arms tighter around your body. “She must stay here. We don’t know if one of Peggy’s allies will go after her. No one can take her away from me ever again.”

“Brother you need to calm down. You’re scaring her. It’s no good to let your alpha take over at the moment,” Bucky tries again. “I want you to tell me what this is all about. Rumlow. Peggy. The fire.”

“You need to read the diary, Bucky. We will talk after you read it,” Steve nuzzles his nose in your hair to inhale your scent deeply. “She’s still scared.”

“Of you.”

“No! She’s not scared of me,” the king talks back as you start to squirm in his hold again. “She cannot be scared of me. I finally found her again after believing I lost her five years ago.”

Bucky reluctantly leaves the room to find someone to take care of the door and read the diary. “Steve, be gentle. Y/N is a blooming flower, don’t pick her too soon.”

“I’ll wed her first,” Steve mutters under his breath. “She’s going to be a queen and I’ll treat her like one. I won’t steal her innocence without making her, my wife.”

Bucky clears his throat at Steve’s words. “That’s not what I meant, Steve. I wanted you to be careful and not yell at her again.”

“Oh Steven,” Bucky closes the diary. He wipes a single tear off his cheek. “How could she do this to you and Y/N? I knew she was a treacherous snake, but this is unforgivable.”

He sighs deeply. What else can he do? One moment his brother wants to chase you away, and the next he’s talking about marriage and making you his queen.

“I will make sure you’ll not hurt Y/N. If your heart’s not in this, I’ll bring her away from here…”

“I want to go,” you press the bundle with your belongings to your chest. “I don’t belong here, my king. Please let me go.”

“Y/N, I know you don’t believe me, but I’m Grant,” he carefully approaches you. “How can I convince you?”

“You can’t be him,” stubbornly shaking your head you step back as Steve gets closer. “How could you change so much?”

“I lost you and my father forced me to marry Peggy. She died during childbirth,” he shrugs. “Peggy was all I had left after my father passed away. I was suddenly a king, and she was my salvation. Or so I thought.”

You remain silent and look away.

“She died, and my son didn’t live longer than a few days. I felt like the world betrayed me and turned my back on my people, even my brother,” Steve sniffs. “Peggy’s death opened old wounds. Wounds that never healed.”

“You can’t be him,” you repeat.

“Maybe you’re right. I’m not the Grant you used to know,” he takes another step toward you. “But there is still the young man falling in love with you inside of me. Can you help me find him again?”

“I’m only a maid, my king,” you glance at Steve. Your heart aches at the sadness in his eyes. He’s barely a shell of the young man you used to know. “How could I help you?”

Before you (7)

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[goldustwomun]

bags (s.h.)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you'd loved steve since you were fifteen, followed him wherever he went. so when you were finally over him, stumbling home with another man clinging to your side, why was he waiting by your doorstep?

warnings: (unedited) angst angst angst, best friend robin and nancy but also lovers <3 robin and nancy <3, swearing, drinking, clubbing/partying, self-deprecating thoughts and a stubborn reader, steve is kind of an asshole despair and dread lol, this went a route i hadn't expected but i'm feeling achey and sad tonight so :) enjoy :) and don't hate me!

wc: 2.2k+

note: i hope this isn't entirely ass lol i just want steve harrington to break my heart but like i cant put my ideas into words and its SO FRUSTRATING but whatever :’)

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine Can you see me using everything to hold back? I guess this could be worse Walkin' out the door with your bags

You should’ve known it’d end up this way. His back, coloured shades of blue and purple as dusk kissed at his skin, retreating into the distance and down the very road you’d just stumbled up only moments earlier. Maybe if you had listened a little closer, noticed a little more, the way he grabbed at your waist, squeezed your palms, held you close, you could’ve avoided it all. The shock and heartbreak and unbearable yearning only to turn up empty and desolate all over again.

Because you loved Steve Harrington, in more ways than he would ever know, but it had taken days, months, years, even, to get over that initial infatuation and belly flutter you’d been plagued with as teenagers. He was King Steve and you but a peasant, a shadow, one of many, that flocked to his side when he waved or smiled or tripped you up.

You loved Steve Harrington, but you hated him for waiting so long to work up the courage to just say it. I love you; I’ve always loved you, you wanted to say, but the words refused to pass the seal of your lips and instead you were left gaping at an empty spot on the ground, a Steve-shaped hole in your heart.

It’d been days since you’d seen him last, mourning his absence but refusing to sit around like you might’ve done if you were still seventeen. But no, you weren’t seventeen, you were a twenty-something independent that went out and did things and met people and kissed them if you wanted, maybe even take them home to your one-bedroom that would be otherwise empty without Steve plastered to your sofa, a hand stuffed into the popcorn you kept around because he once said he didn’t entirely hate it.

And that’s what you had done, convinced Nancy and Robin to leave the haze of their never-ending honeymoon phase to take you dancing. The drinks hadn’t stopped coming. Every time you gulped down a shot, another would be shoved into your hand before you’d had time to comprehend the reality of what you were going to do. To sleep with a stranger in the same space you’d watched Rocky with Steve only days earlier. You’d called and asked and begged him to come over, to join you, Nancy and Robin, but he’d bit at you in that way he sometimes did. The harsh edges of his teenage-self making itself known in ways you’d have liked to forget.

“Stop it, babes. I know what you’re doing,” Robin scolded, frowning at the dip between your brows and the lost look in your eyes. You forced a smile then, and she scoffed at the minimal effort you put into hiding your feelings, always having excelled at letting them take over your features even when you didn’t mean them to. Of course, every knew, everyone could see it in the way you trailed after him, like a lost puppy begging for an ounce of attention. Steve was cruel with the crumbs he handed you, but he didn’t know any better.

Everyone knew and everyone could see but Steve had always stood out, the most handsome, the most fit, the most clueless. And maybe that’s why you were perfect for each other because you hadn’t known either, had you.

“Come on, up you get!” Robin urged, pulling you from your chair with Nancy already clinging to her side, shuffling the three of you with what little sobriety she had left in her to the dance floor, pulsing lights and thrumming bodies none-the-wiser to the way you heart was cracking open.

So, you jumped and danced and bounced to the beat in ways you didn’t know you were capable of. Free and without regret and it wasn’t until someone was staring at you from across the room, watching your every moment with a fascination you’d never been subject to, that you stopped, pressing past Nancy and Robin with a tip of your head that assured them you’d be back.

He, whoever he was, surged into action, coming behind you at the bar where you were busy asking for a glass of water. You turned and smiled, stomach dipping, because he was attractive and strong, and he had these kind eyes and soft lips that looked like they’d be otherworldly against your skin. He introduced himself but the music obscured his words, so you nodded and pretended and wondered why you were dreading this conversation when it had only just begun.

He pulled you into a somewhat quieter corner after you’d gestured it was alright, and really, he seemed as surprised as you were when you all but pounced, mouth meeting his, open and desperate. He hadn’t complained, had probably seen it coming in the quiet desperation of your eyes. Of course, he didn’t know it was because of the way you wished it was someone else kissing you into the wall and not some all-consuming lust you were fueled by.

The next thing you knew you were huddled into the backseat of a cab, then stumbling across the gravel to your front door.

And that’s when you saw him. Sat on the bottom step of your apartment’s front door, gaze focused on the way whatever-his-name-was smirked into your neck, having probably thought you had stopped for a smooch and not because the man you had loved, unrequited, for close to a decade was staring at you like you’d stabbed him right in the chest, and twisted.

“Steve?” you whispered, loud enough to prompt Harrington off the step and marching across the short distance to you. “What are you—” but you never had a chance to ask him before he was swinging a left hook right into the guy’s jaw.

“Steve!” and you were shouting now, pushed to side as the stranger retaliated out of instinct, socking him in the nose. Steve looked like he was grinning, blood dripping into his mouth, like he was enjoying the feel of getting the shit beat out of him. “Stop it! Steve! I said—” you yanked him back, shoving him behind you as you rushed forward to-- fuck. You still don’t know his name.

“I’m sorry— Jesus Christ—” you swore when you noticed how his eye was already bruising as he shook you off. “I don’t know why he did that. I—I’m—"

His words were bitter when he responded, shooting daggers at the looming figure you were keenly aware was still behind you before meeting your pleading eyes. “It’s fine. It’s fine,” he assured you, squeezing your hip as he moved past you to leave. “You should talk to your boyfriend, you know, before you bring anyone else over.”

“I’m not—He’s not—” but he was gone, and you were still reeling from what had just happened, what Steve had just done. You turned, anger coursing through you so violently your hands were shaking. “Fucking hell—Steve! What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck was that?!”

“Were you going to fuck him?” he asked plainly, bluntly, shirt pulled to his face as he tried to stop the bleeding. There was still that wild look in his eyes, a flush to his skin, like he too was dazed and confused.

“What—I--- how is that any of your fucking business?” you answered back, shoving a finger against his chest. He was immovable though, only grabbed at your hand and held it until your palm was flat against the front of him. You could feel, now, the reckless thrum of his heartbeat, and you asked yourself how you’d gotten here in the first place, pushed up against a bloodied and bruised Steve Harrington.

“Just tell me. If I hadn’t been sat here, would you have fucked him?”

And you didn’t completely understand it, didn’t know what answer he was looking for—the one that was acquiesce him enough to explain himself or at the very least go inside and forget about all this ever happening—so instead you answered honestly. “Yes,” but your voice cracked at the end, so you snatched your hand back, cradling it to yourself like an injured bird you hoped to keep cocooned in your warm. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, I would have slept with him. And if it hadn’t been him, I would have found someone else.”

He nodded, looking as if he were pained but you were certain, now, it wasn’t because of the punch he’d taken to the face. “And if I had answered your call, met you there, got drunk and kissed you, would you have fucked me, too?”

You reeled at his words, feeling entirely as though you were the one in the midst of a fight. “Where is this coming from, Steve? Why are you saying these things to me?” you begged, pleaded, tired of whatever back-and-forth the two of you had gotten into the habit of.

“Look—” and he was determined now, steely gaze pinning you to the ground. His bruised knuckles brushed through his hair, scattering the strands across his forehead so that your fingers tingled with the urge to brush them out of his eyes like you’d always done. “—I should’ve said this ages ago. I just—I never could because it was never the right time, and I didn’t really see you in that way, not when I knew you did—” and really you wanted to stop him there, let the Earth swallow you whole and spit your bones out to be buried far from here. “I knew you had this—this thing for me but I ignored it but then we became friends and we—I mean, we watch movies, and we cuddle on the couch and sometimes I think I’d like to do that with you all the time and—

“Steve, please,” you whispered through the tears flooding past your irises, looking anywhere but at him, cheeks flushed with humiliation. He’d always had this tight grip around your heart and maybe he didn’t know that with every word he spoke that grip tightened, and tightened, and you were sure your heart was going to burst if he didn’t shut up right then.

“Just listen—I want to do those things with you always, sweetheart, I really do. I could’ve—I mean, I should’ve communicated my feelings earlier, I know I should have, but I didn’t want to lie to you. Not when you mean so much to me and I couldn’t give you what you wanted.” He looked at you then, expectantly, reaching forward to pull you into his embrace but you stumbled back, wanting out of the hold he had on you in more ways than one.

“Am I meant to thank you for looking at me differently now?” you bit out, exhaustion coating your syllables like rust on a nail.

His face fell as he stuttered over his own words. “I mean—no, sweetheart, no, of course not, I just thought—”

“You thought because I’m pathetic—because I’ve always been fucking pathetic to you—stumbling after you since high school that I’d just be, what, waiting for you? That I’d welcome your change of heart with open arms and gratitude?” you scoffed, gaze narrowed as you watched that wall of his build itself back up. Your ego was bruised and you were too stubborn to admit it, because you thought he had been clueless, and that thought had kept you safe all these years as you curled into his side every weekend.

“I don’t think that. I’ve never thought that” he cautioned, temper rising. If Steve Harrington was anything it was beautiful, and if he wasn’t beautiful, he was angry, stubborn, a pot ready to boil over.  

“Come on, Steve. You said it yourself: I’ve had a thing for you since freshmen year. I followed you after we graduated, and I’ve followed you again, here, now. It took me years—fucking years—to get over it, to accept that I’d never be more than a friend, if that, and now, after you’ve been dodging me for days, you turn around and confess some sort of miracle feelings for me?” You were panting, out of breath from the way the words spilled out of you, thoughts you shouldn’t have kept to yourself all this time.

“Well what should I have done!” he roared, and a few curious lights blinked on from the building behind him. “Should I have not befriended you when you turned up to the same college? Should I have, instead, fucked you ten years ago when it would have meant nothing to me?” And you flinched at his words.

“You should have let me be, Steve,” you sighed, defeated. Because he was right, but you hated him for prodding at wounds you were still trying to heal.  “You should have kept it to yourself and let me be.” But really what you wanted to say was you’ve been lying to Robin and Nancy because you weren’t over him. You loved him; you’d always love him, but you were afraid, if you told him the truth, that he’d slowly fade from your life until he wasn’t a part of it anymore.

He nodded, face slipping into that mask of his you’d dreaded seeing. “Right. Got it.”

He pushed past you, and you wanted to thank him for the slight brush of his skin against yours, but you kept quiet, like you always had.

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[rowanswriting]

Hey Batty, can we get Steve teaching Eddie how to eat reader out? maybe he makes Eddie lay down right next to him so he can see the way Steve runs his tongue against reader!

((also, loving all the content you’ve been uploading lately, you’re my favorite writer!))

Pass The Eggnog

Steddie x Fem!Reader Smut

wordcount: 2.2K

thank you so much for this request nonny, I had so much fun writing this! feedback is always welcome! 18+ only!

warnings- cunnilingus, mlm, threesome, drunkenness, spit, cum, degradation, mfm, Steve x Eddie. Dom steve. Steve slaps Eddie once. please come to me with anything I may have missed!!

You weren’t one for eggnog, but how could you pass it up when Eddie was standing next to you, a devilish grin overtaking his handsome face, as he held a Christmas mug with cute gingerbread men towards you. “Cmon sugar, this is good eggnog.” He said, laughing as you wrinkled your nose at him and rolled your eyes. “I know why it’s ’good’ Eddie you’ve spiked it.” You say, leaning back onto Steve as he wraps his toned arms around your middle, pulling you close. “Exactly, what’s a Christmas party without spiked eggnog anyway? So Sorry Stevie, but your parties aren’t quite what they once were.” Steve huffs behind you, his ego taking a hit as he acts nonchalant at the comment. “Whatever Munson, give me another one of those, if I’m going to make it through the night with you I need to be drunk.” Eddie smiles and grabs another glass of his ‘specialty’ as he liked to call it, walking over to Steve and bowing down to him while holding the glass high above his head. “Oh King Steve, please accept this lowly peasants’ offering.” Steve snatched it out of his hands, downing it quickly as Eddie laughed wildly, standing back up to lean back against the kitchen counter.

Most of the people that had bothered to show up to the party had left hours ago, leaving you with Steve and Eddie. Steve had dropped Dustin off at his house before coming back home, the three of you standing in the kitchen drinking more and more as the hours passed. Your mind felt fuzzy as you listened to another argument that Eddie and Steve were engaged in, you didn’t know what it was about, having zoned out at the start of it. You only snapped back to reality when Steve nudged you, looking at you expectantly with his honey brown eyes. “What?” You say, glancing between the both of them, noticing a blush breaking out across Eddie’s cheeks.

“Seems like Eds has a crush on you baby.” Steve whispers against your ear, leaning his chin down until it touches your shoulder, you glance back at Eddie, your brain swimming with thoughts that you couldn’t quite decipher because of the alcohol coursing its way through your body. “Y-you do?” You say timidly, as Eddie nods shyly, twirling a piece of his curls between his pointer finger and thumb before chewing on the end nervously. You stand in the middle of the Harrington’s kitchen confused, and slightly in shock, how had they even gotten on the subject of Eddie liking you? More importantly, how was Steve not blowing a fuse right now at the idea of his best friend liking you? You turn around and look at Steve, moving some of his hair away from his eyes from where it had fallen down from its gelled up perfection. “What do you think about that baby?” You ask, nervously chewing your lip as you feel chills run through your body, you could feel Eddie staring at you from where he stood behind you. Your breath was caught in your throat as a dark look passed over Steve’s features.

You slowly back up as Steve advances towards you and Eddie, he walks you back until you’re pressed up against the kitchen counter. Your bodies smashed up against each other as he leans down close to your face, your noses bumping against each other. You hold your breath In anticipation of what he could possibly say about this whole situation, your question was quickly answered as Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand, bringing it towards you, placing it behind you against the swell of your ass. Your eyes widen as you look up at him. “I think this is all I’ve wanted for a long time, baby. We’ve talked about this before… Eddie and I.” Steve whispers looking over at the older man, who couldn’t stop shuffling around from his nerves, his hand trembling against your body as Steve gripped it, not allowing him to move.

You hold completely still as Steve leans down towards your ear again, smirking as he glances at Eddie, “The two of you have about ten seconds to get in my room, and strip your clothes off or you’ll suffer the consequences. Do you want this princess?” He asks, even in situations where he was full of nothing but pure lust he always made sure you were comfortable with what was going on. You nod, squeezing your legs together as Eddie moves his hand down lower, squeezing your flesh, his rings pressing harshly against you. “Y-yes Sir, I want this, want you and Eddie.” You whimper out.

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You couldn’t fully grasp what was going on, other than hands touching you absolutely everywhere, Eddie’s rings leaving marks on your skin from how hard he was gripping onto you. Your bodies pressed against each other as you made out slowly, the way he kissed was different from Steve, but in the best ways. His lips were soft, the stubble around his top lip was scratching against you, tickling you and causing a delicious friction you couldn’t get enough of. Steve was standing at the foot of his bed, watching you and Eddie helplessly grinding against each other, his own hard on was straining against his sweats, creating a wet patch in the fabric, making it stick to his body uncomfortably. He would think of himself in a minute, for now he was enjoying the show. Sweet little virgin Eddie, pussy drunk already, and all you were doing was kissing him.

“Look at the both of you, pathetic little sluts aren’t you?” Steve all but growls out as he makes his way onto the bed next to you, reaching down to make you stop kissing Eddie. You whine at the loss of his lips against yours, but before you can protest even further Steve’s telling you to open your mouth. You throb at his words, knowing what was coming as you tilt your chin up to him, sticking your tongue out as far as you can. He spits directly onto it before two of his fingers are fucking into the back of your throat. “See that Eds? She’s a good little pet, does anything I ask of her. If you’re my good boy I’ll let you have her however you want.” Steve says, holding back a laugh at Eddie’s lust blown eyes, his lips raw from kissing, curls wild and tangled from where your hands were gripping them. He nods dumbly and watches as you drool and gag around Steve’s long fingers. Steve chuckles as he slaps Eddie’s face with the hand that isn’t in your mouth, gripping it between his fingers and making Eddie meet his gaze. “Wanna learn how to eat her pretty pussy? I know you do, it’s so good baby, let me show you.” He says, grabbing you and pushing you off of Eddie, pinning your body down as he works your skirt down your legs quickly. Eddie sits up quickly, his chest heaving from how hard he was breathing. He watches as you and Steve strip his clothes off, yours having been partially taken off before Steve came into the bedroom. You turn to meet his gaze, his brown eyes now black, you smile at him and bite your lip as Steve spreads your legs, motioning for Eddie to come closer. The cold air against your pussy heightens your senses, you were soaked, it was all over the inside of your thighs, running down onto the bed underneath you, ruining the sheets. You sit up on your elbows and watch as Eddie and Steve lay on their stomach’s in front of you.

“I’ll go first, so you can see exactly how she likes it, and then I’m gonna hold your head against her until you’re absolutely soaked in her cum. Is that what you want, pretty boy?” Steve asks, Eddie nodding pathetically next to him, holding onto one of your legs gently and turning his eyes upon you, “You’re so pretty.” He whispers out, your heart beating harder at his sweet words, you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol making him feel this way towards you, but you didn’t care right now, you just wanted both of them to ruin you. You hold your breath as Steve blows warm air against the inside of your thighs, his lips grazing against you close enough to where you need him but not letting you get what you really want. You tremble as he gently runs his fingers through your slit, running them up to the top of your pussy, spreading the lips apart before he’s moaning, smiling up at you. “There’s that pretty little clit, look how hard it is, is that all because of Eddie baby?” You moan out, clenching around nothing as you nod, your mind already floating through space as you feel him spit right against your clit before he’s wrapping his soft lips around you, sucking like it’s the last thing he would ever do.

Your loud moans echo around the room, followed by Steve pulling back to whisper praises every few seconds, edging you as he licks from your hole up to your clit over and over again. Eddie’s eyes are locked onto Steve’s mouth against you, his cock aching he was sure he could cum just from watching this. He’s rutting against the bed softly, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Steve pulls back, a string of his spit connecting from his lips to your pussy, Eddie leaning over and sucking it off of his bottom lip, moaning as Steve kisses him. Their tongues dance against each other as you watch. “Fuck, Eddie, Steve, oh my god.” You breathe out, feeling close to tears at the loss of Steve’s mouth against you. “I think she needs you now, cmon.” Steve mumbles against Eddie, scooting over and pushing Eddie’s face towards you, smiling as Eddie whines at the harsh grip Steve has on his hair. Eddie’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, as you push your hips down toward him and attempt to feel anything, he wraps his inked arms around your legs, pulling you down and timidly licking a fat stripe up to your clit. You were so worked up at this point it hurt and all you could think about was cumming on Eddie’s face.

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Eddie lapped against your pussy like a starved man. His long tongue pushing inside of you reaching places Steve hadn’t been able to get to with his own tongue. “Fuck me Eddie please!” You cry out, your legs shaking as he pushes them farther apart, exposing you to him, allowing him access to devour you however he pleased. “Steve m-must be a good teacher.” You whisper out laughing slightly, Steve smiles against your neck from his position next to you, kissing you gently on your soft spot. “Maybe baby, but I think Eddie was just that hungry for you, he’s never even fucked a pussy before and he already has you about to cum.” He said, laughing darkly. Eddie groans from his position as you and Steve talk about him like he’s not even there. You let out a particularly loud moan when Steve attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, your back arching up, “Can’t anymore, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck I’m cumming.” You gasp out, Eddie pulls away in shock as your orgasm overtakes you, you’re on another planet as you soak his mouth, he sticks his tongue out trying to catch every last drop as he moans obscenely.

Your whole body trembles as you reach for the both of them, silently asking for them to kiss you, Eddie crawls up next to you and takes turns kissing you, smiling as he watches you kiss Steve softly. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” He says, leaning over to kiss Steve when he pulls away from you. Steve smiles right back at him as they pull away from each other. “Who said we’re done, Big Boy?” He says, taunting Eddie with the nickname that he gave to Steve. A smile creeps its way onto your face as you lean back against the headboard, “Go on then boys, put on a show for me.” You say, Steve raises his eyebrows at your boldness shaking his head a little before he’s kissing your cheek gently, whispering how much he loves you into your ear. You gently rub his arm before pushing him towards Eddie, you knew they had wanted each other for a long time, and getting to watch this play out had to be the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Steve goes to grab Eddie, but before he can Eddie is leaning up towards you, kissing you softly before whispering a thank you, allowing Steve to pull him away, their bodies tangling together as they kiss. The roles have suddenly reversed and now it’s you telling them how they’re your good boys, telling them how slutty they are and laughing at the whines that escape their mouths. Their hands exploring places they never thought they would be able to as they float away in a peaceful bliss of each other. Smiling over at you every now and then and blowing you kisses.

Eddie was wrong, you thought. Steve still knew how to throw a hell of a party, he just needed a little spiked eggnog.

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[erin-bo-berin]

more with singleteenmom!reader x Steve harrington!! Please! We all need it!!

I’ll be happy to! Here’s another little blurb because my heart is warm for dad Steve 🥺 also I applies I might’ve gotten a little carried away.

You better believe Steve is so involved with baby girl from the moment he meets her.

Early in your relationship, every time he comes over, he’ll just pick her up and kiss her all over her face until she’s shrieking and giggling with joy.

“How’s my favorite girl?” he’d ask.

You joke that Steve is only dating you for the baby cuddles although you don’t mind one bit because you can’t help but fall in love with him just a bit more every time you see him with her.

Steve wants to help with everything. Feeding her, baths, bed time, although his first time changing a diaper, he was so confused and worried.

She’s at the stage where she’s a lot more active and fussy when it comes to having her diaper changed because she just wants to be on the go. The pure worry on his face when she’s throwing a fit crying is heartwarming, but a bit hilarious.

“What’s wrong? I’m not hurting her am I?!”

You obviously reassure him that it’s not him, she just hates staying still for a diaper change at the moment.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I know this isn’t fun, but I’ve got you, yeah? I’ll get this done and over with soon alright? Wanna hear a funny story? So yesterday Dustin thought it would be funny—“

You just might be a bit amazed as you watch your daughter’s howls slowly turn into sniffles as she becomes enraptured about Steve’s story about Dustin’s latest prank on his friends. You’d never seen her so calm for a diaper change.

It’s a new task and he’s a bit clumsy at first, but soon he gets the hang of it. When the diaper is on and her onesie back on, he picks her up, wiping her face of her tears.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She immediately melts into his shoulder, her head falling into the crook of her neck, her eyes drooping.

“Ah that looks like the problem. It’s time for someone’s nap isn’t it?”

Steve is always so cute asking if he can do something. He looks at you, asking if it’s okay if he rocks her to sleep and really, how can you say no? You settle him with her pacifier and the little stuffed bunny she likes to have and leave him to it.

He sits down in the rocking chair, placing the pacifier in her mouth and she instantly starts sucking on it.

“Do you want your bunny too?”

Her little hands grasp it, holding it to her chest between him and her.

“Would you like to hear a story?”

Her head now resting on his chest, she sleepily gazes up at him, fighting sleep as hard as she can.

“Okay. Well, once upon a time there was a little princess. She was tiny, but she was mighty. That’s because her mommy, the Queen had raised her to be. Unfortunately, the evil King had no interest in his daughter the Princess which I personally think is a shame because the Princess happens to be the most amazing little person. So is her mommy. Then, along came a peasant boy. He wasn’t Royal. But he instantly fell in love with the Queen. He loved the way her smile lit up her face every time she smiled. How sweet and kind she was to others. How even though the peasant thought he had no chance with her, she gave him a chance. He was the happiest guy ever. You wanna know why? Because she is the best thing ever to happen to him. You are too, my little princess.”

Steve glanced down and noticed she was fast asleep on his chest, but he couldn’t help but sit there a little longer to rock her before taking her to her crib.

Little did he know that you’d been outside the door listening to it all with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

•

Bath time is always interesting with babies. But if Steve gave her a bath? He made it a whole production.

“Now what is Mister Ducky doing huh?”

She’d babble back at him, still not entirely fluent in actual English, more so baby chatter.

“Did he really? He had no business doing that to Mister Cow.”

You laughed as you handed him the baby shampoo, eyeing the bath toys your daughter was playing with.

He would gently wash her hair, making sure to keep any suds out of her eyes as she happily played. Usually you could tell when she was over bath time because she’d start to fuss, tears coming soon.

As soon as the last suds were rinsed out of her hair, Steve would pick her up and wrap her in her towel.

“Hey, none of that okay? See, it’s over and we can get you into your pajamas all nice and warm okay squirt?”

•

Steve loves buying her things. Frankly, you can’t get him to stop. He spoils you and your baby girl way more than he should, but he happily does it.

One day, it might be a stuffed animal, one that she loves to play with.

Another time, it may be a book. He knows how much you like to read to her. Your little girl loves being read to, so books are always part of the gifts. Sometimes, he evens asks to read them to her. When he isn’t, he’ll sit in with you while you read to her. Besides, if Steve is around, your little girl wants him near.

Speaking of, she grows so attached to Steve that every time he comes over, she’s going to him. First, she crawls her little tushy off—the proper way, unfortunately not backwards much to Steve’s disappointment (just kidding)—and raise her hands to be held.

“Teve! Teve!”

As she grows, she’s always pulling herself up by his pant legs. Her vocabulary has been growing with her motor skills and it transforms to, “Teve, up!” when she wants to be held.

It seems like in a blink of an eye that she’s toddling to him, her steps still a bit awkward, but she’s on the run towards him when he comes over, a big smile and arms raised to him.

Steve was there for her first steps because of course he was. He’s always with you or you’re both always with him. Whether it comes to him coming over, the three of you going out or even hanging out with his other friends and children, you spend a lot of time together.

You just happened to be at a party/get together that Nancy Wheeler was throwing at her parents’ house. Not like a high school party, but just one with good food, good friends and plenty of fun. Everyone is there from her and her boyfriend Jonathan, Robin, all six kids and of course, you, Steve and your little munchkin.

Of course, they’d all met you and your daughter before but Steve loves to show her off as she’s his own which honestly, she might as well be. He’s as involved and proud of her like she is. You wish she was his, but you know she is his daughter in every way that counts.

He’s toting her around on his hip, occasionally letting her roam free with the kids to entertain her as she’s definitely into her exploratory “let’s get into anything we can get our hands on” phase.

“Steve! I think she’s trying to walk!” Dustin exclaims.

He turns around, along with you as you watch your little girl pull herself up on the coffee table that’s in front of the couch in the basement of the Wheeler house.

You’re both ecstatic as you watch her walk, still holding onto the table, as she takes steps.

Steve crouches not too far from her, holding his arms out.

“Can you come here sweet girl? Can you come see Steve?”

She looks at him hesitantly, as if afraid to give up the hold and support the coffee table gives her.

“You can do it, you don’t need that ‘ol coffee table. Come see Steve. I’ll give you cuddles.”

She giggles, letting go of it, taking one tentative step, then another.

“That’s it! You got it! Just a few more steps!” He’s beaming so much now. Even if she were to stumble and fall on her butt now, he would be so proud of the baby steps she’s taken.

But she keeps going and with one, two, three more steps, she stumbles into his arms where he scoops her up with joy.

“You did it! My baby girl did it!”

He lifts her into the air and she squeals, everyone else who’d witnessed it too, cheering and awwing at the sight.

He kisses her cheek and she replies by putting her mouth on his nose making him laugh even harder—with joy, excitement and pure love for her, you and all of his friends.

“Thank you for the kiss. Can you give mommy one too?”

He bends her to you where she leaves a sloppy open mouth kiss partially on your cheek.

“Now, how about some ice cream huh?”

“Steve, you’re cleaning her up if you get her as messy as last time!” you holler after him.

Which of course, he doesn’t mind. The most mundane things are the best time as long as he’s with you and his munchkin.

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[michelleleewise]

Loki's di-llama- To Panty or not to Panty...

Pairing: Eventual Loki x Reader but right now he thinks she's a stinky mess and she thinks he's a hot jerk. Together they're a hot mess.

Warnings: Some innuendos and euphemisms about what Loki is packing down under and the effect it may have on some people. 🤨🤨 mild swearing, attempted poisoning, enemies to lovers, pining and Loki being Loki.....

Summary: In the land of Asgard, King Loki is selfish and vain. His arrogance causes others to plot against him. When he's turned into a llama, will humble peasant Y/N help Loki even though he plans to knock down her beloved village and build...a closet for his clothes?!

A/N: our idea (Loki's New Groove) written with lovely and talented @xorpsbane. Sorry it took me a stupid amount of time to get back to this...but here we are.....the finale!!!!!! Thank you all so much for reading/commenting and everything!! It has been our pleasure!!!! The inspiration for our little satchel angel came from none other then the lovely and talented @lokisgood!!! Check out her Satchel Steve series, it's amazing!!!

Part Five -- Finale-

Loki stood there flabbergasted, staring at Hela like she had grown another head. "I..I don't understand....I thought...." Loki trailed off, looking down "Well, you thought wrong." Hela sneered walking over to her table picking up a dagger "y..your really gonna kill me....over panties!?" Loki yelled stepping back. "Let me explain it to you in a way you may understand..." hela trailed off walking closer "You’re unnecessary. Redundant. Unwanted. No longer needed.” she sneered repeating his own words to him. "You’ve been given the pink slip, You’ve been laid off, your job is no more....It has ceased to be, It has become a thing of the past, but No hard feelings.” she smiled seeing Loki's face "Hey, that sounds like what he said to you." Thor added "yes....I know you oaf.....it's called a cruel irony." She snapped "I don't think he needs anything ironed, he's not wearing clothes." Thor said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Please stop talking and finish them off." Hela snapped tossing Thor the dagger. He looked down staring at it "hey....your not gonna back down now are ya?" A voice said as the little man with the metal arm appeared on Thor's shoulder. "Hey, where's the other guy?" Thor asked seeing him shrug when the man in the white toga appeared, laying on a massage bed with little cucumbers over his eyes "hey!" Thor yelled making him jump "oh..geeze I'm sorry!" The man said, quickly making the table disappear "ok, what did I miss." He asked adjusting his satchel "well hela over there tossed me this dagger you see." He explained as you, loki and hela stared at him. "And she told me to take them out..and then he appeared and we waited for you.." Thor trailed off

"Thor!" Hela yelled getting his attention "what made me think you could do this....this one simple thing!" She yelled walking closer "everytime I talk to you it's like in taking to an ape!" She continues "woah!" The man in the toga said gasping "a really big, stupid Ape named Thor!" She yelled as all three of them gasped "and another thing! I've never like your pop tarts..' hela sneered "never!" She crossed her arms as Thor looked down. "Oh that's it...she's gonna get it." The man with the metal arm said. "Calm down guys, you know from above, the wicked will get their just rewards." The man in the toga said as they all looked up, seeing a heavy metal chandelier "Hey....that'll work." Thor said cutting the rope as it plummeted towards hela, closing his eyes, not wanting to see.

Opening his eyes he saw the chandelier landed a fraction too far to the right "that usually works." He mumbled "yeah...so does this." She said, pulling a lever as the floor opened up, Thor plummeting down the hole. You took the opportunity to look behind you, seeing shelves lined with potions seeing the one with the little person figure you nudged Loki "psssst....." you hissed trying to get his attention, but he kept staring at the floor. "For God's sakes loki." You whispered, sneaking over to the shelves, reaching your hand up to grab the potion "now, where were we." Hela said, turning seeing you by the potions "and what do you think your doing?" She asked, making her way towards you when you snatched the vial, trying to keep distance between her.

"Loki....do something!" You yelled, ducking as a beaker flew past your head, running around the table she plowed into you, tackling you to the ground as the vial flew out of your hand, seeing her pull a knife out and hold it above you "now, I will..." She trailed off as she flew off of you, her body slamming into the shelved knocking all the potions to the floor, looking up seeing Loki standing over you, looking into your eyes "y..you saved me.." you whispered "i..well see.." he stuttered, running a hoof over his face "I need you to open the vial....thumbs." He said making you smile "uh huh.." you trialed off, jumping up going to the pile of potions "which is it!?" You yelled "what makes you think I know!?" Loki yelled back hearing an alarm sound.

"You two better hurry....I'm having guests over." Hela laughed as the doors flew open, several Einjhar stepping into the room "get them! They murdered king Loki!" Hela yelled pointing to you both when the guards pointed their staffs at you "shit, take them all!" You yelled, gathering them up in your skirt you took off, Loki following close behind you, knocking a table over as you ran."Ok...we have to figure out which one it is....try this one." You said, popping the lid off pouring it down Loki's throat when he suddenly shifted "an octopus! Are you kidding me!?" Loki yelled, his tentacles flopping around. You heard the gaurds approaching as you picked him up and ran down a long hallway. Looking down for the next vial you saw Loki's face buried between your breasts, his tentacles wrapping around your back "umm..scuse me." You said clearing your throat "oh..um i...it was cold." Loki said letting you go "yeah....here try this one." You said, pouring it in his mouth he suddenly changed into a sloth as he plopped down to the floor "uuugh!" He yelled laying there.

You looked up seeing the group of guards coming, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck you took off running "Please have wings." You said pouring the next potion down his throat as you jumped off a ledge "woo I'm flying!" He yelled, flapping his wings, looking up seeing he was a...chicken. "shit.." you muttered as you both free fell towards the ground. You closed your eyes, bracing for impact when you landed on something...soft. you opened your eyes seeing you were lieing in a pile of...panties. "aahhh.....no no no!" You yelled trying to dig your way out. "Calm yourself, it is only my Panty collection." Loki snarked fluffing his feathers "umm Gross!" You said, a shiver running through you.

"Just come on." You said, looking down seeing you had four vials left "you suck at picking, Probably because your poor, I'm picking the next one." He said hopping up onto your shoulder "give me that one." He said. You popped the top off "Yes your majesty." You snarked, pouring it down his throat, his weight suddenly shifted, turning into a.."not...one...word." He said glaring at you. Looking up seeing his head hit the ceiling "a giraffe..haha!" You laughed bending over "ha ha....very funny." He said, attempting to turn as his hooves slipped on the marble floor like ice, sending him straight into the canal. "Your...hahaha...such a cluts!" You laughed holding your sides watching him bob in the water "I'd like to see you try." He snarked "just give me another one." He snapped.

You looked down at the three you had left when you heard the guards approaching. "Shit.." you sighed, picking one you popped the lid off, leaning forward pouring it in his mouth as your foot slid, sending you into the water. You popped up, coughing up water seeing Loki "yes! I'm a llama again!" He yelled "wait.." he said looking at his hooves when a large boom radiated through the room, the water suddenly draining as you were both pulled downward, quickly grabbing a ledge as you fell through the bottom, hearing Loki's high pitched scream as you reached out grabbing his tail. "Could you please shut up!" You yelled swinging him to the side, watching him hook his hooves over the ledge pulling himself up, pulling yourself up seeing the group of guards fall from the hole, down the face of the mountain.

You kneeled down, clutching your chest trying to calm yourself when Loki came and say next to you "are you ok y/n?" He asked, looking up seeing his deep green eyes watching you. "Y..yeah, I'm fine." You said pulling out the last two vials. "Ok, it has to be one of these." You said holding them out. "I don't think so!" Hela yelled, tackling you as the vials flew from your hand. You looked up as Loki rushed to them, hela right on top of him as they landed on the vials, a large puff of green smoke surrounded them "loki!" You yelled, standing up seeing Loki stumbled out coughing, the cloud dissipating when you saw a small fluffy rabbit sitting next to the vial. "Ill take that thank you very much." Loki snarked picking it up "ok, this is the one." You said smiling, relieved it was almost over when the bunny lept up, clawing at Loki's face "shit! Run away! Run away!" You yelled, wishing you had a hand grenade as Loki swung around knocking you off the ledge.

You barely caught yourself on another small ledge, thanking whatever gods there were that Loki carved weird designs into the castle. "Y/n!" You heard Loki yell, "drink the potion." You yelled back, trying to hold on as your fingers ached. "What the.." you heard before hearing a maniacal laugh "muahaha...did you truly believe.." the high pitched voice stopped before coughing "is that my voice?" It said looking around "is that MY voice!" It squeaked making you laugh "ugh..oh well." Hela said holding the potion over the edge "no! Don't drop it!" Loki yelled "I'm not you idiot! I'm going to drink it, and once I'm back to my goooorgeous self I'm going to KILL YOU!" She yelled.

You felt your fingers begin to slip, holding on for dear life as the small vial fell towards you, clinking on the stone as it traveled along the carvings on the wall when a screaming Hela fell past you. "Shit...shit..." you breathed looking down. "I'm going to die." You said to yourself, trying again to lift yourself up, seeing Loki slide down the rock going after the vial. "Loki!" You yelled, seeing him look over at you "ah, give me one second." He said, reaching forward to grab the potion. "Lokiiii..." you cried out, closing your eyes as your fingers gave out, feeling hooves wrap around your hand, looking up seeing Loki smiling at you "you didn't think I'd let you fall did you?" He winked pulling you up when you saw the vial fall of the ledge "oh no..." you trailed off watching it.

"It's...fine." loki sighed smiling "need another llama at your farm?" He asked looking down "loki, we will figure this out, we just need..." you trailed off hearing laughter, as hela shot up through the sky holding the vial "what the.." you started "Oh! My trampoline order must be here." Loki said smiling. You looked up seeing hela slam into the over hang of the ledge making you wince, the potion flying over to the other side of the wall between two long carvings "hey, look!" You yelled, pointing at it seeing Loki nod as you turned, pressing your back to his, looping your arms together you leaned on eachother, slowly walking up the wall.

"Ok, lift me up." You said as he pushed you up, extending his neck you reached out, your fingers brushing the vial when hela snatched it "muahaha.....I win." She said as a small door flew open, smacking hela in the face as she dropped the vial "got it!" You yelled reaching out. You pulled yourself up, grabbing Loki's arm pulling him with you as you sat face to face panting, "holy...shit." you sighed seeing him laugh "here, let me." You said, pulling the lid off you held it up "see you on the other side." He smiled, drinking the potion, transforming back onto the King.

"But really, I am very sorry I had you thrown out a window." Loki said, patting Anthony's back "oh, its OK your highness, all is forgiven." Anthony smiled "I better get back to work, have a pleasant day." He said bowing to Loki before taking off down the hall "he really is a nice guy." Loki said to himself, adjusting his tunic as he walked into the throne room, seeing you sitting at the far end by the model of your town, holding the small version of your home. You looked beautiful with your hair brushed to the side sweeping over your shoulder, the sun beaming in the window hitting your face making you look like an angel. He cleared his throat, smoothing his hair down as he strode over to you "so, you lied to me." He said glaring at you.

I beg your pardon?" You asked, looking up into his eyes, a heat traveling through you as his gaze pierced into you. "I believe you told me that this part of your village had the best view, and I was drug all around that grimy little village and I saw no spectacular view." He said crossing his arms "wait, i.." you trailed off "so, I will be building my closet elsewhere...thank you very much." He said, pulling the model building off the village, reaching down grabbing your little home, his fingers brushing yours as your eyes met "so...I'm afraid you'll be stuck in the view less village forever y/n." He smiled, taking you model home setting it back in place. You looked up at him adjusting your model home "I guess I can't fool you huh?" You smiled "oh no I'm onto you, you can't pull the wool over my eyes y/n." He said sitting down next to you sighing.

"So, what now?" You asked looking at him "Well, I've abolished the Panty law, and will be working to fix our economic issues, how about you?" He asked looking at you "Well, I guess I'll be heading home." You said looking down, seeing him nod out of the cornerber of you eye. "Oh, before I go...I got you something, but don't tell anyone." You whispered, reaching into your pocket you pulled out a pair of panties, tossing them at him making him laugh. "T..thank you my dear." He smiled tucking them into his tunic. "Well, I'll see you around." You said standing as he did "have a safe journey home y/n." He said, grabbing your hand kissing the back of it. You nodded, quickly leaving as a tear slid down your cheek. You made your way to the market, wiping your eyes "stupid y/n, he's a king and your...nothing" you said to yourself, looking back at the palace as you turned and began your journey home.

A week later you woke to the sound of hammering making you groan. You got up looking out the window seeing an entire crew of people building a new home on the hill next to yours "new neighbors...yay." you said rubbing your eyes. You got dressed heading down stairs seeing nat "morning sunshine!" She said flipping eggs in a pan "yeah...fantastic." you said flopping down. "You miss him don't you?" She asked setting the pan down. "No idea what your talking about." You said standing back up "Why don't you go back, tell him how you feel?" She asked "because! I'm a peasant nat, he said so himself. And he was interviewing brides when we met, he's probably married already." You sighed grabbing your poncho "I'm gonna go tend the animals." You said quickly leaving before she said something else.

A few days later you saw men carrying large furniture into the house, appearing to get the home set up. "Well, I better welcome whoever it is." You said walking into the kitchen you grabbed a basket, adding a loaf of bread, some fruit and cheese and some of the brownies you made yesterday. It would be awhile before you could afford to make more but it was worth it for a good first impression. You grabbed your poncho and set off, walking up the path hearing someone giving directions as you knocked on the door, holding the basket out as it opened "yes...over there is perfect. Oh..hello y/n." He said making you freeze "l..loki?" You stuttered seeing him smile "the one and only." He said winking "what are you doing here?" You asked staring at him "oh, well I found THIS hill had the best view, so I built a summer home. Is that for me?" He asked pointing to the basket "oh..yes." you said holding it out.

"Listen y/n, I wanted to..." he started, hearing a voice from inside "who is it my king?" A lady said, stepping Into the doorway looking at you "oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt." You said quickly turning and leaving "y/n..wait!" You heard him yell behind you but you refused to turn around and let him see you upset "y/n.." he said, gently grabbing your arm turning you around "the reason I came here, was because I needed to tell you something." He said tilting your head up to look at him. "I..I need you y/n, i...I love you." He said making you freeze "but...what about.." you started looking at the woman "oh her, she's my personal guard. Since Hela I have someone with me always." He explained. "But, I'm a peasant...and I'm smelly and poor and your the king and..." you were cut off as Loki pressed his lips to yours, slowly moving his lips with yours, pulling back to look at you.

"Y/n...you saved my life, my kingdom and most importantly....you saved me from myself. I love you and only you, smelly peasant breasts and all." He smiled cupping your cheek. "I..I love you too Loki." You sighed, a tear streaming down your cheek as you reached up kissing him again, his arms wrapping around you holding you tight to him. You pulled back smiling "I would be honored if you would allow me to court you." He said pushing your hair back. "Yes...I'd like that very much." You smiled back. "Thor just opened a new restaurant near here, would you care to join me for two heartburns in arsenic sauce?" He asked making you laugh "I would love to." You said grabbing his hand you walked into the sunset, the future ahead of you...

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first love // Something to believe

🎶something to believe by painting promises

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] back from the grave and ready to start writing again I introduce to you... a new series! this is just the beginning of a new and painful adventure for our favourite boy Stevie, hope you enjoy! btw the upside down doesn't exist, Eddie lives and Nancy isn't Steve's Ex (everything else is normal though).

[warnings] none!

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Almost thirty and still painfully single, you’d come to the conclusion that maybe love just wasn’t for you. Sure your parents and friends loved you but nobody was In Love with you. Since freshman year of high school you’d been aware of your lack of romantic interests, wether it was Chad from biology who asked you out as a dare or Jake from math who was about as interesting as watching paint dry, nobody had seen you; nobody had wanted you. 

Except for Steve.

At 14 you weren’t sure if it was his adorably nervous smile or shining brown orbs that drew you in but since the first moment your eyes met you fell head over heels for him. No matter how much your parents hounded you on your feelings for the cute chestnut haired boy you chalked everything down to a right place, right time kind of thing. In secret you were a fool in love, smiling like an idiot any time his name was mentioned and in public you were simply a best friend, his best friend.

 While time passed and fate crowned him as the infamous ‘King Steve’ your feelings never faltered. Growing day by day, minute by minute, even when you were deemed a glorified personal assistant by his other so called ‘friends’, shunned aside among the ‘peasants’ unworthy of a royalties precious time. Short lived but a monumental time in his life, he managed to find his way back to you, like magnets yearning to meet, no matter the circumstances you could never be apart for long.

At 19 after watching him go through his fair share of girl friends and hookups you finally realised it was better to keep your feelings hidden. After all, trading years of friendship for one night of pleasure wasn’t worth it, not when you could have every other part of him, any day of the week, forever. In fact, if that was all you’d ever be you were more than happy to have the privilege of admiring him from afar even when it meant you’d never get close enough to call him yours. 

By 20 you and Steve were still the bestest of friends, welcoming new additions to the ever growing group. The newest addition being Eddie Munson the resident 'freak' which he proudly claimed. Along with Robin and Nancy everything had been perfect, too perfect. That should've been the first red flag, the second being that you entertained the idea of falling for a guy named Christopher. You may not have loved him but that didn't make it any better when you found him in bed with one of his exes, his excuse being that he used your status as the 'golden girl' and best friend to the ex 'king' to make said ex jealous, no shocker but it worked.

You vividly remember Steve consoling you that same night, jokingly pointing out your awful taste in guys, if only he knew. Before stating something that would change the rest of your life forever.

Sat side by side basking in the humidity of the summer air you laughed and joked as Steve told you of yet another fail at family video. You had been sworn to secrecy as he recalled tripping over in order to escape one of his overly enthusiastic past hookups. Knowing full well if Dustin ever found out Steve would never know peace again.

You don't know quite how long had passed between the jokes and the comfortable silence that currently surrounded you, but you decided that if you had to stay in one moment forever, it would be right now. The warm beer in hand and head rested on Steve's shoulder as you watched the night pass by could never compare to the nights you'd spent alone or with Christopher. Steve was your home and you were his. Which is why he knew he had to take a chance. A very stupid, idiotic chance, but a chance nonetheless.

A pact.

If the two of you remained single at 30 you'd marry each other. It was a no brainer. There would be no more question about when you would finally settle down and find a decent husband, but it also satisfied the stupid societal standard of the white picket fence dream. Although, what that meant would entail was to be worried about at a later point. Besides, who knew if the pact would still be valid in 24 hours, let alone another ten years.

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Pseudo Princess Masterpost

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Synopsis: Orphaned and alone, you're going about your business when one day King Anthony Stark, ruler of Malibia, spots you on the side of the road. He orders you into his carriage where he explains that you are his one and only hope to keep the Kingdom from going to war with the Kingdom of Broklin, ruled by the virtuous King Steven Rogers. How exactly is it that you, a penniless peasant, can help save your Kingdom?

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Fic Recs

Hello hello!! Welcome to my fic rec blog post :) You can call me P or Pear. I’m 24 and currently obsessed with A Court of Thorns and Roses and forever obsessed with Marvel. If you think there’s a fic that I NEED to read please drop a comment or a message to me and I will absolutely read it

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Beefy Lumberjack!Bucky with lots of good good angst and wholesome found family ish.

A World of Our Own by @shreddedparchment

Castaway AU. When I tell you I LOVE this fic. I’ve reread it probably over a dozen times. Reader and Bucky stranded on a deserted island just trying to survive.

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

Biker!Bucky AU pretty short and it’s very cute. A bit angsty but not enough to make me want to punch my pillow. I love a florist x biker moment so this is good for that.

Love, Theoretically by @mypoisonedvine

Actually a Sebastian Stan AU which I don’t normally go for but I love this fic. A woman gets cheated on and moved to the Hungarian countryside and meets Sebastian the handyman (?Sort of?) who doesn’t speak any English. You’ll need a translator handy for this fic but it’s SO worth it.

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

Not an AU (honestly shocking for me) about the Avenger!reader getting kidnapped on a mission. Simple idea with soooo much angst and hurt/comfort to last you a lifetime. Really well written.

Sunrise by @wkemeup

Modern AU. WarVet!Bucky and Librarian!Reader. I love this story it makes my heart hurt in the best kind of way. Hermit Bucky meets his sunshine awwww.

Looped by @softlybarnes

Established relationship with Bucky. One shot (long one shot though). WONDERFULLY written. It’s about the reader getting stuck in a time loop and forgetting that she was ever in a relationship with Bucky. Angsty and fluffy.

Treacherous by @scrumptious-delusion

Outlaw!Bucky AU. I read this one over and over again. It’s soooo good. The perfect balance of spice and plot/fluff. Bucky is a famous outlaw and he shows up on reader’s farm looking for help. Amazing.

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

An ABO and AU fic. Bucky is a detective and meets his true mate (reader) who is going through with pressing charges against her past Alpha Brock who was abusive. Wonderful little story. Lots of detailed physical abuse situations so be wary if that is something that is triggering!

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations

CollegeAthlete!Bucky AU. Bucky is a baseball star and tbh I’ve been avoiding reading this one because it’s a college AU and normally I try to avoid those but I’m so glad I caved because this was SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOD. It’s everything you want in a short 7 (I think) part series. Angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, pining all that jazz. Love love love.

Steve Rogers

What a World by @onsunnyside

Tarzan!Steve mini series with some big beefy protective cutie energy. A fav.

Pseudo Princess by @shreddedparchment

I-. This is a LONG monster of a series and I LOVED IT. It’s a Royal AU which I also love. The reader is a peasant that is tasked with marrying King Steven of Broklin. Honestly incredible writing and the plot had me shocked in a couple of places. Some smut and dubcon so be aware of that before reading if that triggers you! LOVELY story. I can’t wait to reread it.

Top Gun Maverick

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

I and Love and You by @halfway-happyyy

So ok. This is a one shot and it fucking wrecked me emotionally. I cried three times during it and took multiple breaks. It’s angst pure and simple. Hangman breaks his girlfriend’s heart. I hate it I love it. I’m punching a pillow that’s all bye.

They All Know, He’s in Love with You by @rolycolysficrecs

One shot soo good. Some fluff some angst because of miscommunication (my favorite). He thinks they have been dating for months and she thinks they’re just fuck buddies. Wonderful!

Bad Habits by @seasonsbloom

Holy shit this mini series was so good. It’s three long long chapters and just wonderfully written. One of the best sex scenes I’ve read yet. It’s about Amelia’s tutor who’s pretty shy? Maybe not like shy shy but she just has a lot of anxiety about things which the author did a great job at depicting. Awesome ending. Angsty, miscommunications, fluff, soft hangman, happy ending I love it.

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott

Branded by @3tabbiesandalab

Sooo cute! A bit of smut which is always a good time. Anti-Maria fic. Reader is Maria’s sister that’s always been pushed aside. It’s written very well and has a second part (love)

Published Book Recs

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas

Honestly I don’t think this one needs and explanation or a summary. Masterpiece. (Also got me back into reading published books!)

Throne of Glass Series by Sarah J. Maas (our lord and savior)

Again, no words need to be spoken. If you’re unfamiliar with these two series just know that TOG is more action focused and ACOTAR is more romance focused, but both are Fantasy Romance Novels!

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

Hockey Romance book that has some WONDERFULLY explicit smut. It feels pretty long but you really do get invested in the characters. It deals with some mature themes like eating disorders so readers beware.

A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair

It’s a Hades x Persephone book but like an AU not really a retelling. Persephone is a student studying journalism and wants to do an article on the elusive and mysterious club owner, Hades. Has on page smut (helll yeahhh) and honestly surprised me with how much I enjoyed it!

Book Lovers by Emily Henry

Forced proximity who. Not really smutty at all but what was there was pretty well written. An editor and I think a publisher (I honestly don’t remember) end up in the same small town. And they’re rivals! Gotta love a good ole enemies to lovers.

Currently Reading

fics that I love that are in progress

Bucky Barnes

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Zombie apocalypse AU. Only three chapters in so far but honestly sooooo good. I’m really excited to see where this fic goes.

Steve Rogers

Fools Rush In by @ronearoundblindly

It’s a huge series and right now I’m on The Dignity of His Choice which is where Steve fakes his death and doesn’t tell his wife (yikes.) Mega angst and I eat it up.

Bad Habits by @all1e23

A Biker!Steve AU motorcycle club fic that only has a few chapters but I am loving. We all know I’m a slut for a biker moment.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sugar and Spice by @wombtotombx

Oooooooh it’s so good guys. The enemies to lovers slow burn is killing me. Only three chapters in so far but they are long and I am already just so invested. This is post Maverick mission which is cool, first time I’ve read a fic like that so far. Definitely recommend.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Grounded “Thunk” by @cherryblossom-enthusiast

Y’all. It’s so gooood. Only three chapters so far and the sexual tension is starting to fry my brain I think. It’s really well written. It’s between Penny’s niece (reader) and Rooster who hits her in the head with a football.

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Chapter 12

First Halloween and other things

I updated so the chapters are in chronological order

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Warnings: SMUT, badly written smut. Seriously this is my first time writing smut and idk what I'm doing. This ended up longer than I planned but I hope it came out alright.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Oct 1st

Velvet came back to her house after morning lessons, looking for something to eat. Indy races thru his doggy door before she can open the back door, he usually has better manners so Velvet knows something is up. When she walks inside she smells food, burgers to be exact, so she heads towards the kitchen to find her Super Soldier standing over the stove frying hamburgers.

"Hey there handsome, fancy meeting you here. My boyfriend is away on a mission for at least another day so....what can I do for you" she came up behind him and put her arms around his waist.

"I don't know miss, I heard he was really jealous and has a bad temper"

"Don't worry, I have him wrapped around my little finger. He's whipped and I don't even put out."

Bucky growled and turned to face her "Damnit, I can't even argue with that. Hey Beautiful" he kissed her gently "Got back a little early and ditched Steve and a briefing because I couldn't wait any longer to see you. 2 weeks feels like forever when you aren't with me"

Velvet kissed him back "I know, Buck. I missed you too. But I had Alpine here to help keep me company. Her and Indy haven't killed each other yet so that's a good sign but they are both bed hogs."

Bucky squeezes her and turns around "I don't want to burn these burgers, I heard the lady here is very particular about her food."

"You know you just came off of a mission and probably haven't slept since yesterday. You didn't have to make me lunch" Velvet chided him.

"I know but I like taking care of you. Get your buns ready, Baby, the cheese is almost melted."

Once they were settled in and eating Velvet spoke up "I have something very important that we need to discuss right away"

Bucky looked at her curiously and his stomach dropped a little bit "Is everything ok? Did I do something?"

"Guilty conscience, sergeant?" She grinned

Bucky stuttered "No, I, Uh"

Velvet laughed "Don't get yourself all worked up. You aren't in trouble but this is very important and time sensitive" Bucky just sat back and waited for her to go on so she did

"How do you want to dress up for Tony's Halloween shindig? Do you want to do a couple thing or something else? I have some thoughts."

Bucky laughed "Jesus woman, you scared me like that over Halloween costumes? That is not ok"

She smirked at him "I just like to get your blood pumping"

Bucky leaned across the table with a lecherous smirk "I know how you can get my blood pumping-"

"James! Get your mind out of the gutter, there's no time for that. We need to figure this out." Halloween is a big thing

"Doll, we have a month-"

Velvet scoffs playfully "I know, time is running out and we have to decide what to wear and then figure out how to put it together"

He looks her up and down, licking his lips "You know that I'm fine with whatever you want as long as all of our fun bits are covered"

Velvet rolls her eyes "You have a one track mind, Barnes"

"Yeah and you are constantly trying to derail me" he pouts

Velvet laughs and kisses his forehead.

Bucky gets up to clean the dishes "So what do you have in mind?"

"I already have a Renaissance style serving wench so you could be anything from a peasant to a king."

Bucky looks at her "You just have a wench costume laying around?"

"I told you my mom used to take me to the Ren Faire when I was a kid. She bought it for me when I was 15 and it still fits." She explains

Bucky looks indignant "And why haven't I seen this get up yet. I bet you make a very sexy wench"

"That's kind of the idea, distract the men so they spend more money on drinks. Along the same idea but different era, I also have a saloon girl costume and you could be a cowboy. I found that one online when the kids at Serenity told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't allowed to be a cowgirl because that's what I am so not a costume. The wench outfit is more historically accurate but the saloon girl is pretty cute"

Bucky thinks for a minute "I'll need to see how you look in both of them before I can decide"

Velvet shakes her head "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm pretty fucking sexy in both and I don't think you could control yourself. You'll have to decide, sight unseen, and wait till the party"

"What makes you think I'll be able to control myself at the party" Bucky asks.

Velvet looks at his with a blank face and says "Witnesses"

Bucky laughs. "Fine. I'll try not to imagine you in a sexy costume and decide based on what I want to be. Cowboy sounds simpler. A knight is too much to take off. King seems a bit pretentious. Peasant might work. Do you have a place to get my costume or will you put it together yourself?"

Velvet brings him her laptop and shows a couple of sites she knows of and comments "I might have a tough time keeping my hands off of a cowboy. Just saying."

Bucky muses "I do still have the shirt I wore for the party Tony threw to open Morgan's place. And I do have my own pair of cowboy boots. And black jeans. Just need a hat"

"And a lariat" Velvet pipes in.

"Like a rope? That could come in handy. For after the party" he smiles

Velvet huffs exasperatedly "Oh.your.god. could you not think about sex for a minute?"

"I can't help it, you make me crazy" Bucky whined

"Sorry Babe, you were nuts long before I met you. I accept no responsibility for that. So cowboy?" She confirms

Bucky grins "I think that'll work. Now I just have to figure out how to get out of going to Tony's party and we can have our own get together for two"

Oct 15

Velvet meets up with Nat & Wanda for lunch to discuss prep for the upcoming party. "I think we need an in house team to help us prepare. Hair, nails, make up. Have you guys decided on your costumes? Times running out" both ladies nod "and are you doing a couple thing? Buck and I are doing an old west thing."

Nat looks at her "That's barely a costume for Bucky, he already wears jeans and boots everyday"

Velvet sighs "I know and I can barely keep my hands off of him."

Wanda looks surprised "You still haven't slept with him? It's been three months and you two have crazy chemistry"

Velvet looks at her shyly "I know, I want him so badly but something has been holding me back. Raynor referred me to another shrink since we are colleagues and Dr Wexler says it's because 'the incident' brought up a lot of repressed memories where sex ended up being bad for me, physically and emotionally.

I'm thinking of attacking him after the party but I'm really nervous. I even saw Helen to get a birth control implant but haven't told him yet. Told him the scar was from a scratch while I was cleaning tack."

Nat looks concerned "The incident? You were kidnapped and-"

"I know, Nat, but I don't want to give that night more power than it already has."

"Barnes isn't pressuring you, is he?"

Velvet shakes her head "No, not at all, he has been amazing and just takes a lot of cold showers."

Wanda giggled "Poor Bucky. As long as you're doing it because you want."

"I can't think of much I've ever wanted more. So, what are y'all wearing?"

Nat speaks up "Little Red Riding Hood and Bruce is the big bad wolf"

Velvet nods "Nice. How about you Wanda?"

"Danny and Sandy from Grease"

"Oohhh, cute"

Oct 25

Bucky comes out of his daydream and blushes when he sees Velvet so close. "Yeah, uh, what?"

"Velvet honey, there's a package from Boot Barn here" Bucky says as he walks in the front door with dinner he picked up. Velvet comes out of her bedroom with a towel around her neck, skin still damp from the shower wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

Bucky looks her up and down, licking his lips.

Velvet snaps her fingers in his face "Hello. Is there anybody in there?'

Where did you go?" He looks down

Velvet kisses him softly on the lips "I said it's probably your cowboy hat and shirt. I ordered a distressed looking shirt so you don't look like some wannabe urban cowboy who calls himself that because he likes country music.

"uh, just in my head. Sorry"

Velvet hugs him "Everything ok?"

Bucky nods too quickly and Velvet shakes her head at him "James.."

"Ok, sorry, Doll. I don't want to make you feel pressured but fuck, you make me crazy. Every time you look at me exactly like you are right now and you touch me or kiss-"

He stops "Sorry. No pressure. We are on your timeline."

She puts her fingers over his lips to shush him "it's ok. I understand. Thank you so much for being patient with me. Wexler thinks I'm making progress. I know I'm feeling more relaxed and open with you. Physically and emotionally. We will get there. I promise."

Bucky takes a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Even if we don't you're stuck with me. Till the end-"

she sideeyes him "Did you just Steve Rogers me?"

Bucky huffs "of time. Till the end of time. Always so difficult"

Halloween

Before the excitement started Velvet took a late morning nap so she wouldn't run out of energy too early. Knowing she could sleep late tomorrow definitely helped.

Velvet meets up with the rest of the ladies at the compound where Pepper has, once again set up a perfect day of pampering, mimosas and brunch before the party.

While Velvet gets a massage, Nat starts getting dressed and asks "So, Miss Velvet, is tonite the nite?"

Velvet picks her head up and gives Nat a dirty look. "What kind of spy are you when you have to spill all of MY secrets in front of the entire group? Everyone doesn't need to know the intimate details of my relationship with Bucky?"

Velvet puts her head back down to enjoy her massage. She was already so nervous about tonite, worried that she would disappoint Bucky or that sex would change things in a bad way. She trusted him but his way with women still made her insecure even if it was in the past.

Morgan perks up "Miss Velvet are you and uncle Bucket going to get married and have babies? What's happening tonight?"

Velvet throws a dirty look at Nat then smiles at Morgan. "I want to tell Bucky I love him and thought tonight would be good. After the party. I don't know about getting married, we've only been together 3 months but I'd probably say yes if he asked me."

Wanda giggles "Nice save, Velvet. Which earns her a dirty look from Velvet.

When the masseuse was finished she stood up and pulled her robe back around her shoulders. Seeing that the hairdresser was available she went to have her hair done. Up away from her face with a few ringlets framing it. She went to the make-up artist who used a shimmer powder on her face and shoulders to give her a soft glow, mascara and a deep purple lipstick to match her dress.

Once everyone was satisfied with how they looked Pepper announced that it was almost time for the party to start so she was going to head down to make sure everything was ready.

Velvet put on her beloved purple cowboy boots and she was ready to go. She sat and chatted with the others while they were finishing up.

Pepper made a beautiful Morticia Adams and Morgan was an adorable Wednesday.

As they left Velvet called out "I'm going to be very disappointed if you and Tony don't tango at least once tonite." Pepper laughed as she walked away.

Velvet was getting even more nervous the later it got. She was excited for the party but scared about after. She took an edible out of her little pouch purse and washed it down with a mimosa, hoping it would take the edge off of her nerves and the pain they were exacerbating.

Nat received a text from Bruce letting her know he was waiting in the ball room whenever she was ready so she left with Wanda trailing behind.

Carol and Maria were adorable as an angel and a devil and left the room holding hands and laughing.

Velvet was the only one left so she took a deep breath and headed downstairs. She could hear music and laughter thru the halls as she walked to the entrance.

Hoping to sneak in without any fuss she tried to blend in but Bucky was anxiously looking for her since all the other ladies were already there. His breath caught when he saw her and his heart sped up. She looked so beautiful to him. That purple dress with her shoulders exposed and a slit up to her right thigh.

He wanted to grab her and kiss the purple off of her lips but he restrained himself and gave her a peck on the cheek

"Wow. You look beautiful. I don't know if I can hold out till the party is over." His voice lowered "The things I want to do to you, Doll." And trailed off as he gently kissed down her neck to her exposed shoulders.

Velvet shivered "Don't get too worked up yet, the party is just getting started."

They went to the bar to get drinks and Velvet started with water since she's had about four mimosas and doesn't want to get wasted.

Thor and Valkyrie come up to the bar, dressed as Men In Black and Velvet hugs Val "I wondered where you were. You guys look awesome. Kinda like the ones in the last movie. Is there anything you want to tell us?"

Val shook her head "No, we're friends, co-workers that's all. Thor isn't my type, some extra parts that I don't need but Jane is off doing some science thing and I couldn't bear Thor's pouting anymore."

Velvet laughed "I know, right? Men can be so much work."

Bucky looked offended "You know, I'm right here." Velvet smiled and kissed him which completely distracted him from his feigned offense. "You are so much trouble, young lady"

Velvet gave him a wicked grin "You ain't seen nothing yet"

Bucky shook his head "c'mon Doll, let's dance" Bucky had been teaching her swing dancing like he used to dance before the war. Obviously some moves were too much with her back but they still cut a good rug.

The night went on and everyone was having a great time. When midnight hit a slow song came on for the last song, Journey's 'Open Arms'.

Bucky pulled Velvet onto the dance floor and hugged her close to him. "Do you know what you have been doing to me all nite, Doll? You look so good I could eat you up."

Velvet looked up at him, not quite as tall, and smiled "Is that literal or just a turn of phrase"

Bucky grinned and dropped his voice "Sweetheart, it's anything you want it to be" he pulled her flush against him with his left hand on the small of her back and gently pulled her face towards his with his right hand on her chin and kissed her. Gentle and slow, he ran his tongue along her lips and she opened her mouth to let him in.

Bucky sighed and fisted his left hand in her dress, his right hand on the back of her neck. He wanted get closer, become part of her but ended the kiss and caught his breath "Unless you want me to lose control on the dance floor in front of all of our friends we should head out"

Velvet's face was flushed and she nodded "I think I'm ready" They quickly made their good byes and headed for her car, stopping regularly to push up against a wall and kiss like teenagers.

In the car, Velvet was running her fingers up and down Bucky's thigh while he tried to keep his attention on the road. "If you keep that up we're going to run off the road. Thank god, we're here."

They hurried into the house and as soon as the door was closed Bucky pushed her up against the wall "I don't know what's in your head tonite but please don't stop."

Velvet giggled and nibbled on his earlobe "Why, James, whatever do you mean?"

Bucky moaned "Be careful, Doll. If you keep this up I can't be responsible for what I do. I won't be able to stop."

"What if I don't want you to stop" she whispered in his ear.

Bucky pulled back and looked her in the eyes "Are you sure? I'll stop if you want me too. I don't want to push."

Velvet kissed his nose "I know, James. I want you. I need you."

Bucky kissed her hard, almost desperately. The last three months had been filled with passionate make outs and touches but nothing below the waist. Velvet kissed him back and started to unbutton his shirt.

Bucky tensed "You don't have to...I know the scars are ugly-"

Velvet put her hand over his mouth "Nothing about your is ugly, you are beautiful. I've seen your scars and I love them because they are part of you"

Bucky looked at her in awe "How did I ever get so lucky to find you?"

Velvet kissed him again "I'm just as lucky. Please Bucky, I NEED you."

Bucky picked her up, bridal style and carried her into the bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed and pulled her boots off then stood her up and turned her around so he could unzip her dress. It pooled on the floor, leaving her in a corset and nothing else

"Jesus, Y/N. Have you been walking around with no panties all night?"

Velvet grinned "Gotta try to keep my costume accurate. And bloomers just didn't look right on me."

Bucky unlaced her corset slowly, kissing along her neck and shoulders while running his fingers along her back as more was exposed.

When the corset fell to the floor he turned her to face him, slowly looking at her from head to toe "Beautiful" he whispered.

Velvet blushed and tried to cover herself but Bucky grabbed her wrists "No, don't hide from me. Please Y/N. You are so perfect. I want to see all of you and I'm going to touch and taste every single inch until all you know is pleasure and my name."

Velvet shivered, she felt very exposed but standing naked in front of him while he still had his t-shirt and jeans on was kind of erotic. She pulled at his shirt and he helped pull it over his head. Touching his bare chest, running her hands over his shoulders and along his scars Bucky shuddered.

Velvet reached down to unbutton his jeans and pulled them down as far as she could. Bucky pulled his pants and underwear off and they stood, inches apart each taking in the beauty of the other until Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap. She could feel him, big and hard near her core, which was dripping on his legs. Bucky kissed her again harder this time all teeth and tongues, a little desperate. He needed to envelope her, be a part of her.

He pulled back "Lay down on your back, sweetheart. I want to see you. All of you."

Velvet slid back to the head of the bed and leaned back on her pillows. She looked Bucky up and down and gasped, she had never seen him naked before and while she had been able to feel that he was well endowed she wasn't expecting.....

"See something you like, Doll? Because it's all yours?"

He stalked across the bed on all fours, like a tiger stalking its prey. He started kissing her, pouring everything into that kiss. Trying to tell her what he had difficulty saying.

He grinned as he kissed down her stomach until he reached the top of her mound and gently kissed there and around the top of her thighs, marking her as his.

Velvet was starting to get desperate, needing his touch more than she could remember ever needing anything.

"Are you sure about this?"

Velvet nodded "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Please Bucky. I need you." He moved from her lips to her neck, kissing and biting, blowing in her ear until she was moaning and writhing under him. He moved down slowly kissing along her shoulders his right hand gently kneading her breast and pulling at her nipple. He flicked at it with his tongue then suckled it into his mouth gently nibbling and groaning at the musky taste. He moved to pay equal attention to her other breast until she was moaning and arching her back, needing more.

Bucky chuckled at her desperation "Don't worry Baby, I'm going to take good care of you" he ran a finger softly along her slit and groaned "Fuck Y/N you're soaked. What a pretty, wet pussy for me to play with."

Velvet sighed "Please James, stop teasing me" Bucky looked at her with a lusty smirk and nodded before he dove in like a starving man, licking a broad stripe from her dripping core to her swollen clit.

Velvet's back arched and he lay his left arm across her hips to hold her down "You taste so good, I could eat this sweet pussy all day" and dove in moaning at how good she was.

Velvet was a moaning mess "Oh.god. James, I. Don't. So good, please."

Bucky looked up, "Tell me. What do you want? You want to come all over my face? Come on doll. I need you...." He started gently sucking on her clit while playing with her hole with his left hand, carefully sliding one finger in and out.

Then a second finger and Velvet gasped grabbing his hair and pushing his face into her "James, baby, oh fuck, please, I'm, oh god, I'm" and her body tensed while the waves of pleasure crashed through her and Bucky groaned loudly

"Y/N yes, I want all of it" as she squirted on his face and chest. When she started coming down and could feel the wetness on the sheets under her she became embarrassed

"Oh god, Bucky. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make a mess. I should have warned you that I do that sometimes."

Bucky grinned, his face shiny with her release. "Are you kidding? That was so fucking hot. I need you to give me one more like that before I'm done here."

And he buried his face in her pussy, loving how absolutely fucking drenched she was, dripping down her crack to keep soaking the sheets.

Bringing her to her second orgasm was quick since she was already sensitive, he groaned into her as she squirted and squeezed his fingers as he pumped them into her.

Velvet pulled his hair "too much" he licked her oversensitive pussy softly.

"Damn, Doll. So sweet." And came up to kiss her mouth. Velvet could taste herself and moaned. When he pulled back she reached down to take his hard cock in her hand, using the precum dripping out for lubricant.

"I want to taste you too, James" he looked at her, pupils blown so she could barely see the blue in his eyes.

"I want that too but later I need to be inside you before I explode. You still good?"

She nodded and gasped "Yes, James...."

"I've got you" he lined himself up and slowly eased into her, groaning when he filled her "Fuck. So wet and tight and perfect like you were made to fit me. I don't know how long I can last, you feel too damn good."

Velvet moaned "more" and Bucky started moving, slow and gentle but deep. He pulled out almost all the way then thrust back in and Velvet arched her back and whimpered

"Doll, you make the sweetest sounds but I'm gonna make you scream" Bucky sped up a little, trying to keep control so he doesn't hurt her but she felt so good and it had been so long.

"I'm close, Doll but I need one more from you before I let go. I need to feel you milking and soaking my cock. Jesus you feel so good, like heaven. I could live here, with you, like this."

He leaned close and kissed her gently "Y/N, I love you so much. I don't know how I ever lived without you." She could feel him so deep inside her she didn't think she would ever lose that feeling.

She gasped out "I love you, Ja-James. Oh fuck. Uhg YES, JAMES YES, PLEASE" and she exploded with stars in her eyes, squeezing his cock and gushing down his legs. That was it for him

"Y/N, fuck" he groaned and stilled, filling her with hot ropes of his cum. Bucky laid on his side, pulling her with him so he was still buried deep inside her. They held and kissed each other until they came down from their high.

Bucky looked at her smiling. "That was....fuck."

Velvet nodded "uh huh it sure was." Bucky got up after a few minutes to get a wet washcloth and clean her up. "Buck, the sheets are drenched"

"It's fine, I'll just put a towel down and we'll wash them tomorrow because you know I'm not done with you yet. I have another reason to call you Velvet now, that's what you feel like."

Velvet smiled "Just give me a minute to rest" she mumbled.

Bucky pulled her into him and trailed his fingers up and down her back mumbling into her hair "I love you". Both of them felt like they had truly found their home.

Chapter 13

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[steviesdoll]

Hi, I'm liv and I'm a writer. I love to write and read.

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Series :

Love Me Masterlist

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : Reader is back to New York after a decade. She is best friends with Natasha Romanov and Wanda Maximoff. Through Natasha she meets single father Steve Rogers and she develops feelings for him. She is also the dance teacher of Steve's daughter Sarah. But what happens when they both fall in love with each other?

Status : In progress.

Love in New York Masterlist :

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : In which reader is the wife of Steve Rogers. They have four daughters and their live is Perfect.

Status : In progress.

Woodward After Dark

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You are a vet who came to visit the mysterious city of Woodward hills. The city is very mysterious, people believe the spirit of the last heir of the Rogers family still haunts the people.So no one is allowed to come out of their home after 8:00pm at night. You wanted to find out that if the rumors are true or not, so one night you come out of your cabin. Then you meet a mysterious man after that your life turns upside down.

Status : Yet to be posted.

You are ours Masterlist

Dark Stucky x reader

Summary : In which Bucky asked you on a date but you rejected his offer. So he aquires Steve's help in makin you theirs.

Status : In progress.

One Shots :

I see you

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You are a high school student and your life is perfect. Your parents have money, you're the most popular girl in your school and you are an excellent student. Until one day when you get strange messages from an unknown number.

Hello

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You got the new job as the babysitter for Kyle Rogers and Maria Rogers children. So you were very excited for your new job. One month passed and everything went well. Until one when you had to babysit the children for the whole night, a mysterious man makes appearance in your life.

Mirror

Minotaur Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : Can a mirror change someone's life? Yes.

Once upon a time

Run With Me

Knight Steve Rogers x Princess reader, slight Bucky Barnes x reader.

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : What happens when your boyfriend asks you to run away with him the day before you to are going to get graduated.

Will you marry me?

Soft! Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve with best friends since childhood. You liked him very much but just as a friend but what happens when he forces you to marry him? Will your relationship with him ever remain the same?

Promised

Prince Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary : Reader, the princess of York was promised to the prince of Brooken after you were born. You were to marry him the day you turn eighteen. But you didn't want to marry him because your heart belonged to someone else. So will you listen to your heart and bring shame to your family or will you do your duty as the princess and marry Steve?

One Shots :

Hate You

Dark Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy x reader

Summary : The day when Robert first saw you, he knew you were made for him.

One Shots :

Your Stalker

Hacker Jake Jensen x reader

Summary : Your stalker is bored by watching you in the small screen of his. So he decides to pay you a visit.

Series :

Cursed

Prologue Part 1

Naga King Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary : What happens when the reader mistakenly awakens the most terrible monster from his deep sleep .

You Are Ours Masterlist

Dark Stucky x reader

Summary : In which Bucky asked you on a date but you rejected his offer. So he aquires Steve's help in makin you theirs.

Status : In progress.

One Shots :

True Love

Peasant Boy Bucky Barnes x Princess reader

Summary : Can the princess show the power of true love.

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Chris Evans being a dork and a drama queen

Chris Evans as Colin Shea

Chris Evans as Mike Weiss

Chris Evans as Ryan Ackerman

Chris Evans as Kyle

Chris Evans as Harvard Hottie

Chris Evans as Lucas Lee

Chris Evans as Nick Gant

Same Expression

Captain Murica

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[holylulusworld]

Before you (3)

Title: Before you (3) 

Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again? 

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, grumpy and loud Steve, hurt reader, Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), sadness, mentions of loss of loved ones,  flashbacks, undefined age gap

Before you masterlist

<< Part 2

 Flashback - around fifteen years ago, your home, …

“Faster!” you run toward the tables, giggling as your friend chases after you.

His father came to your father’s stables to buy more horses and you sneaked off to play with him. 

Today, your friend’s father brought a gift to your father. A colorful window. Two horses are on the window, a black one, and a white one. 

“I’m going to get you,” the boy smirks as you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder. You stick your tongue out, making him laugh. “Wait for me! Y/N. Please don’t run away again.”

“You’re too slow, Grant,” you wink at him. 

“I let you win,” Grant grumbles now. He can’t believe a girl beat him once again. 

“Don’t be mad.”

You run back toward the panting boy. He’s a little weaker and smaller than other boys his age. Grant should be bigger than you. He’s a few years elder than you, and still, you are the same height.

“I could never be mad at you,” his features soften, and his cheeks turn pink. “I-I wanted to give you this.” He gets a horseshoe out of his pocket, handing it to you. 

“A horseshoe. Thank you,” you swoon.

“It’s from my father’s favorite horse,” he hastily explains, grasping for your hand to hold it. “He said it’s magical and will protect you. Look, your name is carved into the horseshoe.”

Your smile widens as he holds your hand a little tighter. “It’s the most beautiful gift I ever got. Thank you, Grant.”

Now, the king’s chamber, …

“How is she, Lord Banner?” Bucky worriedly watches the king’s healer check on you. You still didn’t wake. It’s been two hours. “Please tell me she will recover. The poor girl went through enough.”

“Silence,” Steve raises his voice. He holds the small bundle with your belongings in his hands. “Let the healer help the maid. It’s not your place to take care of her.”

“Neither is it yours,” for the first time, Bucky uses his alpha voice against his brother. He growls at Steve, ready to fight him. “She’s too good for you. I had hoped she will be able to bring light into your life again. I wronged her.”

“James Buchanan,” taking one step closer toward his brother Steve sizes Bucky up, “what did you do?”

“I told the old hag to send Y/N to clean your room,” Bucky swallows thickly as you start to whimper. “I didn’t know she will send her that night…though.”

“It’s your doing? All of this,” throwing the bundle at Bucky his brother growls like a feral animal. “That girl got hurt because of you!”

“With all due respect, your highness, it was you scaring her,” the brunette bites back. “I went through blood, death, and hell with you.” Bucky lifts his artificial arm, the one the mighty Stark crafted for him. “I would’ve given my life for you, Steve. But lately, I don’t recognize my brother anymore.”

“She fell,” the king argues. “I didn’t touch her.”

“And still, you throw the things dear to her at me.”

Steve furrows his brows as Bucky carefully opens the bundle. “She doesn’t own much.” The king whispers. His heart squeezes a little as he looks at your few belongings in his brother’s hands.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Give this to me,” snatching the bundle out of his brother’s hands Steve carefully places it on the bed. “Hmm…a comb, dry bread, a handkerchief, a ribbon.” He hums as his eyes land on the colorful shard of glass. “A shard?”

“She said it was from a window in her parents’ house. It seems to be important to her. Don’t break it,” Bucky takes the shard out of Steve’s hands. “You shouldn’t touch her things.”

“What’s this?” Steve gasps audibly. His hand begins to tremble when he finds the horseshoes in your bundle. “A horseshoe. It...this can’t be.” He looks at the name carved into the metal. 

“Put it back,” his brother tries to snatch the horseshoe out of Steve’s hands. “It belongs to her. She doesn’t own much, but it’s hers. The girl lost so much in her life. Don’t take the few things she has away from her too.”

“It’s impossible. He said she’s dead,” Steve presses the horseshoe to his chest. He pushes his brother off as Bucky tries to get it. “This can’t be. So many years I believed she was dead.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Steve!” Bucky fights to get the horseshoe. “Explain yourself, brother.”

“No—no. Father wouldn’t lie to me. Maybe she found it.”

Bucky huffs as the king carefully lifts the horseshoe to his eyes. “Steve, what’s wrong with you? It’s a horseshoe. Give it back to her.”

“The shard. Did you see the black horse on it? Or what’s left of it?” looking at his brother with tears in his eyes Steve sniffs. “I remember the day father gave it to one of the few men he respected. It was a gift.”

“What are you talking about Steve? I-“ Bucky swallows thickly. He remembers your story and the window. He just didn’t know it was his adopted father gifting it to your parents. “You mean father gave the window to Y/N’s father?”

“Y/N?” Steve drops the horseshoe. He steps away from the bed, shaking his head violently. “No-no! Impossible.”

“What?”

The king flees out of his chamber, slamming the door shut. “Your highness, my Lord,” the healer finally says. “I think the girl will recover. She will need some time and a good rest. Food and water too.”

“I’ll make sure Y/N will get all she needs, Lord Banner,” Bucky shakes the healer’s hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Thank you for being kind enough to even care about here,” Lord Banner gives Bucky a curt nod. “Call for me if she needs more help.”

Flashback - around fifteen years ago, your home, …

“No, Y/N. Watch out!” Grant stops his horse and jumps off the saddle to get to you. You fell off the horse, and now, you don’t move. “Y/N! My love!”

He crouches down next to you to run his hand over your hair. “Please wake up,” you whimper as Grant touches the bleeding wound on your forehead. “This is all my fault. I wanted another race. Please wake up. I promise to marry you if you wake up now.”

“Gotcha!” you sit up, giggling. “I knew I’ll get you to marry me!” you cup his cheeks to press a soft kiss on his nose. “We are going to have so many horses.”

“If you beat me at the next race, I’ll get you another one,” Grant carefully gets a flower out from under his jacket. “I stole it from my mother’s garden for you.”

“It’s beautiful,” you sniffle. “A rose. No one ever gave me a rose.” 

He nervously looks at you. Grant takes a deep breath before he leans closer to press a soft kiss on your lips.

It will be the last time you will see your friend. His father will make sure of it. 

“I didn’t think you’ll come back,” Bucky watches his brother walk back inside the chamber. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you want? Throw her out? She still didn’t wake.”

“What’s her name?” Steve crouches down to pick the horseshoes up. “Bucky, what is the maid’s name? I need to know!” the king yells now. “Tell me her name.”

“Y/N!” his brother yells back. Bucky is just done bearing his brother’s moods. He tried anything to help Steve find his way again, and now, he’s close to giving up on him. “Her name is Y/N. She lost her parents and brother five years ago.”

“Five years ago,” feeling his legs give in Steve presses the horseshoe to his chest. He releases a shuddery breath as his eyes land on you on his bed. “I married Peggy five years ago after father told me the girl I loved when I was a boy died.”

“You never told me so,” stepping closer to his brother, Bucky places his metal hand on Steve’s shoulder. “What else did you hide from me, brother?”

“You were not with us at that time,” Steve whispers. “I was a weak and small boy back then. Father wanted me to get to know our people. The first time I saw the girl she tried to climb up a tree. She giggled and waved at me as I stared up at her.”

“Steven, you never talked about a girl. Not once.”

“One day. I think it was the day father gifted the colorful window to her parents; he said that I cannot see her again,” Steve shakes his head. “Father saw me kissing the girl. He told me this can never happen.”

“What happened?”

“I wasn’t allowed to see her. Year after year I would ask him. And then, around five years ago father told me that she died in a fire,” Steve’s voice cracks. “It was around the time Peggy visited the castle. I fell in love with her, and we married.”

“Steve…”

“Maybe it was my way to forget about the girl. She saw more in me than a prince. Y/N didn’t even know I was going to become the next king,” he sighs now. “How could I not recognize it was her all this time?”

“That was how long ago?” Bucky sighs. “Steve, you were just a boy back then. How could you remember a girl you befriended so long ago?”

“How could I not?”

“You had Peggy and,” Bucky swallows thickly, “your child. Your love never had the chance to bloom. It was friendship, not love.”

“I left and never came back,” the king clears his throat. “Father wasn’t wrong. I made a promise I couldn’t keep. A king marries a maid. Not in this world. She must leave. I cannot have her here, Bucky.”

“She wasn’t always a maid, brother. I dug a little deeper after Y/N told me about her family. Her mother was of royal blood.”

“I know you mean well,” Steve cradles his brother’s face in his hands, “but don’t lie. I cannot remember her. I have my wife and child to mourn. This light is long gone. Buried under fire and dust. Let’s keep it buried…”

>> Part 4

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[nastybuckybarnes]

A Broken Fairytale  -  Eleven

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: Language (Maybe), Fluff, 

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Have another part of this series! I hope you guys enjoy! I haven’t updated in a fat minute but we’re getting to intense places with this series pretty fucking soon. Enjoy this cute lil fluffy part

UNEDITED IM SORRY IN ADVANCE!

~*~

“Will you be joining me tonight?” You ask, fingers brushing against the back of his hand as the two of you walk through the palace garden. “Tonight?” He questions, looking over at you in confusion.

“Yes. The celebration. I plan on joining in the festivities. Mother and I agree that it’s a good way to familiarize myself with my kingdom and my people. And I think you should join me. After all, this is to be your kingdom, and these will be your people too.” He purses his lips as the two of you enter the Palace, Steve waiting with a smile on his face.  

“I had planned to spend the evening indoors, preparing for the wedding and the union of the two kingdoms.” You turn to him with your eyebrows raised.

“Is that not what you’ve spent the last few weeks doing? Come now, James. It’s but one night. One night of fun. Of music and games. It’s a celebration of my safe return and of the joining of the two kingdoms. Are you not going to join a celebration dedicated to your future wife?” His eyebrows raise and he looks at Steve for help. The blond raises his hands and shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m not about to get into this conversation.”

You nod, grinning at him. “Wise choice, Steve. Now James, will you join me in becoming familiar with the people of what will soon be our country? Or will you stay indoors, as you have for the past month, brooding and allowing work to consume you?”

He scoffs, feigning offence. “I have not been brooding! I’m simply preparing. Doing kingly duties.” You shake your head and tug on his hand, forcing him to look at you.  

“You’re not king yet. And I am not yet queen. You and I should enjoy what little time we have left before we’re thrown into our duties. Let’s enjoy it. When will we have another opportunity to bond with our people… with each other? Please join me.” He sighs and Steve chuckles, knowing you’ve got his friend wrapped around your finger.

“Alright. I’ll join you. We’ll attend the festival together and we’ll have one night where we don’t need to worry about anything. Does that satisfy you?” You nod, grinning from ear to ear, then peck his cheek.

It’s the first kiss the two of you have shared since you were in Acadia. It’s a quick, chaste thing, but it has heat rushing to his cheeks, turning them a pretty pink.

“Alright, it’s settled,” He says with a goofy grin. You nod, beyond happy that he’s going with you.

Throughout the morning you find it hard to stay focused on your lessons, and your tutors make sure they point it out. But today you couldn’t care less. You’re finally making your first true appearance as Princess of Corona. You’ll be meeting the people in your country, not as a peasant, but as a Princess.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since you returned from your walk with James,” your mother muses, combing your hair gently.

“What’s happened that has you in such high spirits?” She asks. You sigh and glance at her in the mirror. “James agreed to accompany me to the celebration tonight. We’ll be meeting our people together, for the first time. I’ll be able to learn firsthand what my kingdom is like. I’m more than excited.” She smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“You deserve everything in the world, my dear. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. Do not let any thoughts distract you from what your heart desires tonight.” You nod, turning around as she gets up and walks to your closet.

“Now... this one...” She pulls out a cream coloured dress, far simpler than the extravagant gowns you’ve been wearing. It’s trim is all navy blue, and the fabric itself resembles velvet. It has strings that criss-cross across your torso, but it doesn’t look too tight at all. In fact, it looks rather comfortable.

She helps you into it then ties you up in the back, smiling brightly when you turn to look at her.

“You look gorgeous, darling. Now, one last thing...” she scurries over to your dresser and opens a large wooden box. Your jaw drops as you see all the tiaras sitting inside.

“Your father and I didn’t want to overwhelm you with them. We wanted you to become comfortable in your new home, get used to being royalty before having to bear the weight of the crown. But now... I think you’re ready for it, if only for one night.” You nod, bowing your head as she places a dainty silver tiara over your hair.

You stand up straight and roll your shoulders back, eyes on your reflection.

���You, my daughter, are going to make a magnificent Queen,” she whispers, kissing your cheek then hugging you tightly. You hug her back, letting out a shuddering breath as you try to reign in your emotions.

A knock on the door startles you and you pull away from your mother, taking a deep breath before allowing the person to enter.

James walks in, looking handsome as ever in a dark blue shirt with the crest of Acadia hanging from his neck. His pants are dark and tucked into his shiny boots, and he’s got a thick black cloak hanging from his shoulders. Atop his head sits a pretty golden crown that’s only slightly larger than yours.

“Are you ready to go, my darling?” You smile and nod, taking his outstretched arm with ease.

“As I was telling my daughter, you have fun, James. Allow yourself to have tonight to be free.” He nods at your mother’s words, bows his head, then looks at you with hopeful blue eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks softly. You nod, eyes eager and excited. “Yes, we shall.” He leads you out of your room and then out of the Palace. Outside, three horses are waiting. You recognize your mare immediately and a smile lights up your face.

“Steve had suggested that we ride to the festival. It may give us more time to admire the kingdom and all of its beauty. As James says the words, his eyes don’t leave your face.

“I think that’s a marvellous idea.”

Steve sits atop his horse with a grin on his lips as you and James walk over. The brunet helps you mount your horse, though you insist you’re fine, then quickly mounts his, looking at his cousin and waiting for the blond to lead the way.

He does, setting a moderate pace, and you and James follow behind him, riding side-by-side.

It’s beautiful.

The last time you rode through the kingdom you didn’t get to fully admire the scenery. There are flowering trees everywhere, and all the plants are lush and green. The sky is turning a lovely purple colour with the setting sun, and the wind smells of flowers and citrus.  

It’s amazing.

“Do you like it?” James suddenly asks, watching the way your eyes swim with unshed tears.

“I love it,” you whisper, sniffling slightly. “I can’t believe this is the place I’m lucky enough to call home.” He nods, smiling softly at you.

“Once we are married, our lands will only thrive. There is nothing that can destroy this beauty. However, the beauty here is nothing in comparison to that of your heart.” You look down bashfully and shake your head.

“Don’t try to deny it. In the weeks we’ve spent together, you’ve only further proved how your kindness knows no bounds, your compassion is endless.” You look up at him and his eyes are so genuine that you can’t help but smile.

“Alright your highnesses, we dismount here and walk the rest of the way. It isn’t far.” Steve hops off of his horse and James does the same, the latter hurrying to you and gripping your waist to help you down from your horse.

When you’re standing steady on two feet you lift your hands to his shoulders, eyes meeting his shyly.

“Enough of that, you two,” Steve chastises playfully, pulling you out of your trance. You hurry after the blond prince, glancing over at James with a longing look in your eyes. He hurries after you, linking his arm with yours again.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out as you get distracted by music in the distance.

“Ah yes, there are no celebrations quite like the Corona ones,” Steve muses, a lightness to his step as he leads you to the main square of the town. As soon as you turn the final corner, you’re overwhelmed in the best way possible.

A small group of people have gathered with instruments, women singing in a mixture of English and the native language. Young children dance around, wearing flower crowns and holding onto biscuits that seem to be covered in syrup.  

“It’s marvellous,” you whisper, a smile on your face. A little girl glances over at you then does a double-take, her jaw dropping. She tugs on her mother’s dress and points to you. Her mother looks to where she’s pointing and smiles brightly.

She curtsies low, her daughter attempting to follow. The people around her quickly catch sight of you and follow her lead, bowing down low. This continues until the square is silent and everyone is bowing to you.

“Please, rise,” you request softly, smiling when they all stand back up.

“Welcome, your highnesses. We’re so very pleased that you’ve graced us with your presences,” a short balding man says, cheeks rosy as he smiles.

“It’s our pleasure to be here. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you tonight. And I hope that we all can enjoy ourselves without the pressures of my royal titles. I would like to know my people, my culture. Not as Princess or future Queen, but as a woman who’s eager to learn about her past.” The people all nod and in an instant the music starts up again.

“They love you already,” James whispers. You look up at him hopefully, wanting to make a good first impression on your people. A small tug on your dress makes you look down and you grin at the little girl. The same one who spotted you first.

“Hello sweetheart,” You whisper, bending down and scooping her up in your arms. “That’s a beautiful crown you have,” You say. She grins and grabs at her flower crown.

“You’re a princess, just like me.” Her eyes widen and you giggle. “Yes, you are. Did you make that crown all by yourself?” She shakes her head and points over to where a slightly older girl is hiding behind her mother’s legs.

“Is that your sister?” The little girl nods and you hum in agreement, walking through the crowd to the woman and her other daughter.

“Hello, your highness,” the woman says. You smile at her. “Please, we don’t need to formalities tonight.” She nods, one hand smoothing the hair of the older girl.

“Your sister told me that you made her flower crown,” You begin, crouching down so you’re at eye level. She nods nervously and you smile. “Would you teach me how? I’ve always wanted to make flower crowns. And you make them so beautifully.” Her eyes widen and she looks up at her mother, who nods with a smile. The little girl in your arms squirms until you put her down, then takes your hand and her sister’s hand and pulls the two of you to a small stand with baskets full of different flowers.

“You’ve gotta make sure you have enough... and that they’ve got long stems,” the older girl explains softly, grabbing a couple of handfuls of flowers. You copy her, then sit down on the ground, ignoring the dirt that smudges on your dress.

The little girl shows you how to make the crown, giving you pointers whenever you need them.

“What’s your name?” You ask gently. She bites her lip before responding. “I’m Amelia. And this is my younger sister Anastasia.” You repeat their names and the little girl grins, tying off the end of her crown and holding it up to show you. You do the same and her younger sister falls onto her back laughing.

Your crown is less than impressive.

You frown at it and she giggles. “It takes practice. Momma taught me how a long time ago. Now I sell them at the market on Sundays.” You nod thoughtfully.

“Well, may I borrow yours? You can wear mine.” Her jaw drops. “Y-yes...” She carefully takes her flower crown off and leans to you, placing it on your head after you’ve removed your tiara.

“Thank you, Amelia. Now, here’s yours.” You carefully place your tiara on her head and her cheeks flame.

“You look beautiful,” you tell her. She thanks you then hurries to her feet to go show her mother. With a giggle, you stand back up, dusting off your dress, then walking through the square, mingling with different people for hours.

When you finally find your way back to James, you have a honey-dipped biscuit in your hand and three more flower crowns on your head. The Prince seems to be in a bit more of a predicament. He’s being swarmed with little girls, all trying to get his attention.

You watch for a while, a smile on your face as he interacts with the children. He catches your eye then grins.

“Excuse me? Mr. Prince, sir?” He looks down as a young girl, no older than five, tugs on his pant leg.

“The music is nice... and I wanna dance.... but nobody will dance with me.... so my mommy told me to ask you...” His face softens and he stoops down to her level.

“I would love to dance with you. What’s your name?” She smiles. “I’m Aethelfled, your highness.” He nods and stands up, taking her hands.

“Well, Aethelfled, will you honour me with this dance?” She nods eagerly and he lifts her to stand on his shoes, then leads her in a basic dance to the music. She’s laughing and giggling, and soon Steve joins him, dancing with another lucky young lady.

You’re soon being dragged into a dance as well, two young girls each holding one of your hands as they dance around, giggling wildly. You dance in a circle with them, the three of you slowing as the music changes to a more upbeat and lively tune.

Guitar’s strum and someone plays a gemshorn, the music making you feel light and airy inside. Another person starts banging on some makeshift drums and the girls grin, starting to jump and dance around with you again.

You laugh from a good place within, grinning from ear to ear as more and more people start dancing with you all.

A man starts singing, the words flowing beautifully in the language native to the land, and you find yourself absolutely entranced as you pick out a few phrases and words that you understand.

Soon enough, nearly everyone is dancing or clapping along to the music. Your eyes catch those of Prince James and you feel your stomach flutter.

You make to dance over to him when you’re intercepted by an older man, a great big smile on his face as he expresses to you how happy he is that the princess has returned safely.

You nod along, thanking him thoroughly.

The music dies down then slowly fades. There’s a beat of silence before applause breaks out across the crowd, your hands coming together repeatedly and hard enough to have your palms stinging.

“Come, Princess! We now celebrate your safe return with offerings to the Gods, and we shall release lights to the sky, to thank them for bringing you home to us, for answering our prayer,” the short man says, offering you his arm. You take it with a smile and allow him to escort you through the town and towards a large clearing.

Dozens of people are already here, with hundreds of lanterns just waiting to be lit and sent up to the sky.

People gather around a boulder in the ground, bowing their heads then placing small objects in front of it.

“This is where we come together as a kingdom to make offerings. And for the past twenty years, we’ve asked for nothing other than your safe return. And the Gods have given that to us. So we must thank them now, and we will continue to thank them.” You nod, intrigued by the display.

A little boy places a flower crown on the ground, whispers something, then bounds back to his mother with a huge smile on his face.

“What is it that they are all saying?” You ask, desperate to absorb as much of your culture as you can.

“Most just whisper a small thank you, but it is generally said as such ‘Tha sinn a ’toirt taing dhut, airson do fhreagairt air ar n-ùrnaighean.’ It roughly translates to ‘we thank you, for your answer to our prayers’.” You nod thoughtfully then lift your own flower crown off of your head.

You eye it for a while before looking at the balding man.

“Can you help me translate something? I’d like to give thanks as well.” The man nods eagerly and walks with you over to the boulder. There’s an inscription upon it and it takes everything in you not to run your fingers along it.

You get down onto your knees, much to the surprise of the people around you, and bow your head.

The man whispers the words you’d requested into your ear, and you repeat them slightly louder.

“’Tha mi a ’toirt taing dhut, airson mo thoirt air ais gu mo theaghlach, mo dhaoine, agus airson dòchas a thoirt dhomh.’” You place the crown onto the ground then repeat the words in English.

“I thank you, for bringing me back to my family, my people, and for giving me hope.” You hear someone kneel beside you and glance over, smiling at James and Steve. They each nod to you then bow their own heads, whispering words of thanks themselves.

Slowly, everyone in the vicinity kneels down and whispers thanks and prayers, most directed at their princess, but some directed at the Prince as well.

You raise your head after a moment longer and take a deep breath.

“Your highness,” you turn to the woman and smile gently at her.

“Would you like to do the honours of releasing the first light in the sky? To announce your safe return to your people?” You nod and take the lantern from her with a smile. She carefully lights the candle inside it and you watch it for a moment before lifting your hand up and over your head, the lantern hovering for a moment before taking off up into the sky.

Slowly, dozens of lanterns start floating, yours leading the way to the sky.

An arm is around your waist and you look up, slightly startled until you realize who it is.

“I’m glad you brought me out here tonight,” he whispers playfully, thumb rubbing circles on your waist. You smile up at him. “I’m glad you joined me.” He leans his cheek against the top of your head and the two of you watch as the lanterns flood the sky, signalling to everyone that the Princess has finally returned.

#bucky x reader #Lost Princess #Prince!AU #princess au #prince bucky #princess reader #prince!bucky x princess!reader #prince!bucky x reader #bucky x princess!reader #Lost Princess AU #princess!you #princess!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes/you #bucky/you #bucky/reader #Bucky Barnes x reader princess au #bucky x reader princess au #bucky x reader princess

[giorno-plays-piano]

Treasure hunt

Pairing: dragon!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, death of minor characters, minor depiction of violence.

Words: 2133.

Summary: No knight would dare to save a sacrificial bride of the dragon.

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When he lowered your body into a little pond, a cloud of blood dissolved into the water. You whined, looking at your wounded legs. They stopped bleeding when you were in the air riding on the flying dragon's back, but it still hurt too much for you to walk across the cave on your own. You felt the man leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head while you sobbed.

"You will be alright, my darling." He cooed in your ear in a soft voice and let the water cover half of your body, soaking your long white nightgown smeared with blood. 

You shivered but stayed where you were. You were thinking of his eyes dark as the twilight sky when he came closer to you, tied to a stake and barely conscious after all the beating you took. You tried to run on the day of sacrifice, and the villagers didn't take it kindly. They tried to cover your wounds as much as they could, but the dragon only had to lift the hem of your nightgown to see the ugly shackles marks on your skin. He took away the cranberry beads from your neck and saw your chest, all black and blue, smeared with the red juice. Did they think these smashed berries could cover the bloody marks? 

When the dragon in a form of a man lifted his head, you felt an unbearable heat rising in his fiery mouth.

"Fear not, my lady, it's all being dealt with." 

Although you thought your bones could break if he touched you, he cleaned the cuts and bruises so carefully you barely felt anything at all. Was it his magic? Was the water in this pond charmed? You didn't want to know.

The man wiped your face tenderly and took off your earrings colored in red, scoffing at the piece of metal in his large palm. Apparently, they didn't suit his taste - you saw little, but one glance at the treasures he kept hidden in his cave was enough to see the dragon had more precious metals and gems than the King himself. You expected dozens of servants and concubines to meet their rightful owner, too, but there was not a soul around you two. Did they hide? You hoped so. Otherwise it meant the rumors were true - the dragon simply ate all those sacrificial brides given to him. Even if he cared so genuinely about your wounds, maybe it was because he didn't like to see your bruised skin.

"Ah!" You squeezed your eyes shut. The man above you was covering your cuts with an odd ointment, its smell fresh and somewhat icy.

"We are almost done." He assured you and left an airy kiss on your knee. "You are so young, my love. You will heal fast."

You timidly bowed your head at his remark. How old was the dragon? It was too bold of you to ask him that, of course, so you simply kept your mouth shut.

"I am a century older than you." The golden-haired man said to your suprise, and your eyes widened at his words. "And no, I can't look inside your mind, my lady, but I am able to read your face. Please, do not be afraid."

You nodded, too frightened to speak. You remembered villagers running away in agonizing pain, screaming and pleading and cursing; the smell of the burning flesh and wood; the mighty flame devouring everything on its way. Those people had never been kind to you from the moment they seized you a month ago, but you still did not wish to see them dying such a horrible death.

"Do you feel better?" 

It took you a few moments to respond, and you shivered.

"Yes, Your... Your Highness."

You did not know how to adress someone as mighty as him, and the dragon laughed at your words, making you feel even more humiliated.

"You do not have to call me that, my love. I am Steve, Sarah's son." The dragon smiled at you and kissed your knuckles with his soft lips. You were confused and ashamed. This moment felt too intimate. "I mean no harm to you. Whatever people have said to you before, I did not bring you here to kill."

You stared at him in disbelief. What? Did his words mean the dragon did not want to eat you? Maybe you were supposed to become one of the concubines, then. In the end, if there were many of them hiding somewhere deep in the cave, it could be true. You had never wished to serve any man like that, yet it was still better than to be eaten alive.

"Steve, Sarah's son." You mumbled quietly, looking at your drenched nightgown with a sense of deep shame - the white fabric became completely see-through, and you tried to cover yourself with your hands. "T-thank you for..."

It was hard to speak as you trembled in his strong muscular arms, and the man smiled at you, caressing your head as if you were a child. Before you could finish your thought, he lifted you up in the air, caring little about your soaked clothes that got him wet right away. You shut your eyes again, afraid to see where he was taking you and trying to concentrate on your pain instead. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as before - the ointment Steve used was magical, indeed.

Once you realized both of your were up in the air, you held on to him for dear life. You still couldn't understand how the dragon was able to transform only a part of him - his hands caressing you were still pretty much human. 

You didn't utter a single word before you landed on something soft and fluffy, your nightgown oddly dry on your skin. As you finally opened your eyes, you saw Steve's large figure hovering over you and whimpered, balling up on a huge bed high above the ground.

"It pains me to see you like this, sweetheart." The dragon's voice was unexpectedly tender. "But I know how terribly those filthy brutes treated you. You are afraid I will do the same..." He became quiet for a few moments, and you gulped, suddenly feeling guilty. "Please know I am here to protect you, my love, from any danger from within. No one will ever hurt you again. You're safe here."

Your eyes glimmed with tears at his kind words, and you sobbed, covering your face with a fluffy blanket you found on the bed. He wasn't going to hurt you, he said. He took care of your wounds and brought you somewhere nice, giving you a chance to rest after all the horrors you went through. You didn't know whether he was just toying with you, but for now you felt better, laying on a huge bed covered with blankets and furs. 

"I know you would like to have some time alone, but I can't leave you as of now." The dragon explained when he lowered himself on the bed. "You will heal better with me close. You can handle it, my lady, can't you?"

You wished his hot hand was not on your belly as you shivered from his touch, but you kept silent and nodded. Even if you did not want to be close to the man who could burn you to ashes within a minute, you had no right to protest. Maybe you would heal faster just as he said. 

"Sleep now, my love." Steve pressed his burning lips to your forehead. "It will get better tomorrow."

You said nothing as he pulled the blanket over you and moved closer. This intimacy with a man was foreign to you, but he did nothing other than holding you in his arms. He didn't want to hurt or use you. He only kept you safe just as he said before, you tried to assure yourself.

Thinking of his gigantic scaled wings of blue and gold colors, you quickly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning you woke up to the divine smell of fresh fruits and honey, the dragon placing some peculiar dishes right on the bed around you. When you gaped at him, he let out a low chuckle and gave you a wet towel to wipe your sleepy face. He insisted that you ate right after waking up, claiming that your body needed strength - most of your wounds disappeared during the night. Apparently, it was all his magic.

"Try this, my lady." He easily sliced an odd red fruit with his razor sharp claw. "This one is special."

"Why?" You asked timidly, but took a piece and saw the white pulp with little black seeds inside it.

"It is called dragon fruit." He answered, proud. "It tastes like nothing else, believe me."

You smiled back at the man and took a little bite, feeling something sweet and sour on your tongue. He was right, you had never ever tried anything like that. Snatching more pieces of the fruit from Steve, you started eating them so fast he ended up laughing and rolling over the bed. 

Then he took you to the pond again and gave you your new clothes, a white nightgown embroidered with golden threads and a blue robe, soft as a cloud. Once you changed, Steve showed you around his cave, giving you an opportunity to look at his fabulous treasures - golden and silver coins, gems, jewellery, armour, statues, all those things you had never seen before. He said you could take anything you wanted except for a few magic tools that were unsafe to use. You felt like you were living in a fairytale. 

However, you became frightened again once the dragon told you he had neither servants nor concubines. When you asked what had happened to all those women who were sacrificied earlier, he simply said he took them to the other kingdom far, far away as he had no need for them. But over the seven seas, where women were treated better than here, no one could take them against their will, he claimed, and all of them agreed to leave to start a new life. Did a place like that truly exist?..

"Will you bring me there too?" You whispered, afraid of your own thoughts. 

You didn't like that look in his eyes. It didn't sit well with you.

"I do not think it is... wise, my love." His quiet voice alarmed you. "The women I brought over the seven seas were stronger than you... smarter than you. No one was as fragile, easily broken. Look what had happened when those peasants kidnapped you. You barely stayed alive."

"But..." Your eyes were glistening with tears again. "... You said women were not treated like posessions there... Why won't I be safe?"

"Nowhere is safe if you can't protect yourself even a little. I pray you stay mindful, my lady."

You had nothing to say, lowering your gaze to your bare feet and clutching the silk fabric of your elaborate nightgown. Although the dragon was right, it was hard to believe now he truly let all those women go. Were you that bad? That feeble he decided to leave you with him? It was unfair. You had the right to decide your own fate even if he considered you weak. 

You didn't say it, though. He could still burn or eat you alive if you protested against his decisions, you thought. When his claws scraped over your gentle skin, you bit down on your lip and nodded again. 

You were trapped.

"Until I get stronger, who am I here? What do I do?" You whispered, not meeting his gaze, and the man softly caressed the top of your head. "Am I a prisoner?"

"Of course not, my dear." He shook his head at your words and took your cold hands into his own, his skin so hot it was almost burning. "You are my precious sacrificial bride, my treasure. The only thing I demand from you is obeying me, love. Do what I tell you, and you will always be safe."

He wrapped his hands around your back and made you lean on him, pressing your head to his wide chest and kissing your temple. There was so much tenderness in his moves it almost made you cry. Why did it have to be like that?

"Can you make me stronger?" You moved your head to look at him and saw his bemused expression.

"Forgive me, my dear, but women like you are not made to overcome hardships of life." The dragon's fingers stroked your flushed cheek. "I cannot share my strength with you, I'm afraid. But I can protect you. It is enough, isn't it?"

You nodded once more, keeping your eyes shut and listening to him breathing slowly. You knew little of how possesive the dragons were once they spotted a treasure they wanted to keep for themselves.

#steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #steve rogers #captain america #yandere

[michelleleewise]

Loki's Di-llama 🦙🦙🦙

Pairing: Eventual Loki x Reader but right now he thinks she's a stinky mess and she thinks he's a hot jerk. Together they're a hot mess.

Warnings: Some innuendos and euphemisms about what Loki is packing down under and the effect it may have on some people, also attempted poisoning, mild swearing, yelling.

Summary: In the land of Asgard, King Loki is selfish and vain. His arrogance causes others to plot against him. When he's turned into a llama, will humble peasant Y/N help Loki even though he plans to knock down her beloved village and build...a closet for his clothes?!

A/N: I loved this idea so so much and had to take it to the lovely @xorpsbane to coauthor!! I'm so excited to write this with her and share it with you all!!! *giddy laughing* she will be penning the next part! Also, I wanted to include that our wonderful himbo Thor's shoulder angel was inspired by the lovely @lokisgoodgirl Steve from her wonderful Satchel Steve tales! Definitely go check it out HERE!!! It is beeeeyond amazing!!! 💚💚😁😁

Part one -- Part two-

"He can't get rid of me that easy!" Hela yelled, slamming the hammer down on a bust of Loki "who does that little brat think he is?" She yelled again, Thor placing another bust on the stool standing back. "Does he have any idea.." She said smashing the bust "who he's dealing with!?" She yelled again pacing back and forth. Thor placed another bust down "Well, it's good your taking it out on these instead of the real Loki." He said smiling. "Thor! Your a genius!" She yelled running up to him "i..I am?" He asked scratching his head. "To the secret lab!" She said waving her hand, Thor following behind her.

She walked up to a statue of a gargoyle holding two staffs "pull the lever Thor!" She said as Thor grabbed the one on the right, triggering a trap door "wrong leveeeeerrrrr." She called out as Thor looked down "woops." He said biting his nails. Suddenly the door opened revealing Hela soaking wet "Why do we even have that lever?" She asked stomping over "move you oaf." She said pulling the other lever triggering another trap door the two landed in a small cart as it slowly slid forward "weeee!" Thor yelled as it twisted and turned finally landing at the bottom. Hela walked over to the worktable covered in vials and beakers "now, let me see. Ah! I've got it! I could turn him into a snake, a harmless little snake....and then I'll put him in a box...and put that box into another box...and then I'll mail it to myself and when it arrives.." She started laughing maniacly "I'll smash it with your hammer!" She said rubbing her hands together.

"With Loki out of the way and no heir I'll take over....it's brilliant!" She said laughing. "But....you were fired." Thor said looking at her. "Only three people know about that....soon two." She smiled. "Am I one of the two?" He asked as Hela stared at him. "Are you sure you weren't dropped when we were children?" She asked. "I dunno." He said waving his hand knocking a vial over, the contents landing on a plant killing it instantly. "Hmm....I could instead poison him with this!" She said holding a beaker of green liquid. "Here, hold it Thor....feel the power." She said handing it to him "oh...I feel it." He said rubbing the glass. "It's...dinnertime!" She said laughing menacingly.

*cut to Thor lighting candles on the table.

"Is everything ready for tonight?" Hela asked smoothing out the front of her long black dress, fixing her headdress. "Yes! I found the recipe for these pastries that pop up when you cook them...I'm calling them.....pop tarts." He said smiling. "Uh..huh..." She said looking at him. "And the....you know..." She said winking "ooooooh the poison....the poison for Loki.....the poison chosen specifically to kill Loki....Loki's poison." He said staring at her "that poison?" He asked "yes you oaf that poison!" She snapped "I got you." He said winking pulling the vial out of his pocket. "You put it in his drink, and ill propose a toast and he'll be dead before desert." She smiled "which is sad because it's going to be delicious." He said looking down.

She was about to say something when the door flung open "don't worry, I have arrived." Loki said stalking inside, leaving a trail of panties in his wake. "Where's the food, I'm one hungry king of the world." He said plopping down in the chair "Thor, get the king something to drink." She said smiling "drink.....riiiiiiiight." he said winking running off to the bar. "So sis, what are you gonna do? I mean...you've been around a long time, I mean a looooong time." He said admiring his nails "are you sure someone of your....age can adjust to regular life?" He asked smiling "oh, I'm sure I'll make due...where's the kings drink Thor?" She asked gritting her teeth. "Coming right up." He said, adding the poison making a green cloud puff above him.

He walked over with three glasses on the tray "your drink....your highness." He said turning the tray "is something on fire?" Loki asked sniffing the air "aahh...my poptarts!" He yelled running off. Loki and Hela stared at eachother awkwardly waiting for Thor to return as Loki played with his fork when Thor came back holding a tray of pastries. "It's ok! I saved them" He said smiling "Good job big guy." Loki said smiling. "Thor, I think the king needs his drink now." Hela said "oh, riiiiiiiight." He winked. Walking to the tray he couldn't remember which was which "one second." Thor said going back to the bar he poured them all together stirring it before pouring each glass again, setting the tray on the table "a toast, to the king." Hela said holding up her glass "Long live Loki." She said as Loki downed his drink Thor looked at Hela whisper coughing "dont...drink...wine....poisoned." He said sticking his tongue out.

"Mmmm.....yummy." Loki said setting his glass down "now, what were we..." he started when he face planted onto his plate. "Finally, now.." She started when Loki sat back up "what were we saying?" He asked as Thor and Hela stared in horror "w..we were making a toast." She stared when two long ears sprouted from Loki's head "to your long and.." She stared seeing his neck lengthen "h..h..healthy rule." She smiled "oh, that's right...hey Thor, could you refill me?" Loki asked smiling, his nose jutting out, buck teeth sticking out "umm sure." He said looking at Hela as she brought her fist to her hand "hit him on the head." She whispered through gritted teeth. "Now, where's that food." Loki said rubbing his hands together as they turned into....hooves. Thor crept up behind him hitting him in the head with the tray knocking him out.

"A LLAMA! HE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" She yelled "yeah, that's kinda weird" Thor said scratching his head "Let me see the bottle." Thor handed it to her, she peeled back the label "this isn't poison, it's extract of....Llama!" She groaned throwing the bottle at Thor. "Well honeslty all your poisons look the same, you really should organize them better." He said. "Take him out and finish this now!" She yelled "what about dinner?" He asked "seriously!? We need to take care of this before someone sees." She said rubbing her temples. "How about dessert?" He asked "well.....I supposed that wouldn't hurt." She said "and then finish this." She said storming off.

*cut to Thor sneaking across the palace with a large bag of Loki..

Guess where I am...yup, in the bag. Still think I'm not the victim in all this! All I did was be incredibly good looking, talented, and have a very large...purpose. but just wait....it gets better......

Thor stalked down the stairs, humming to himself as he came up to the canal that ran down the mountain, smiling as he tossed the bag over. "Welp, mission accomplished" He said smiling

"Heckers, your not just gonna let him die are you?" He heard "Oh, my shoulder angel." Thor said looking at the tiny blonde man in a white toga

"dude, don't listen to him, he's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness." He heard, seeing another tiny man with long dark hair and a shiny metal arm on his other shoulder "imma lead you down the path that rocks." He said fist pumping

"Jeepers, would you just not." His angel said

"pff..listen up punk, I'll give you three reasons to just walk away, one...look at that guy, he has that sissy little purse thing." His devil said

"we've been through this, it's a satchel...and you know it bucky!" The angel said

"oh right stevie, that's a satchel, and that's a dress." The devil said

"it's a robe you barbarian." The angel said. "Reason two...look what I can do.." the devil said jumping down doing a handstand with his metal arm

"What does that have to do with.." Thor started "no..he's got a point." The angel said watching intently. "Look, I don't need this, just..begone..or however I make you go away." He said as they both vanished. Thor watched as the bag got closer to the cliff, running towards it he jumped out, grabbing just as it was about to go over.

Running through the palace he chewed on his lip "come on Thor think, what do I do...what do I.." he started down the stairs stepping on a cats tail "sorry little fella, I didn't hurt...." he started when the cat hissed launching himself at Thor's face, turning into a whirling dervish of hair and claws as Thor cried out dropping the bag. "Unhand me you demon." He yelled trying to pull the cat from his face, missteping he tumbled down the stairs with the cat latched onto his face. Landing at the bottom with a thud he looked up seeing the bag on a cart being pulled by a young woman. "Miss...miss wait!" He called out prying the cat from his face he looked up seeing the woman gone in the crowd of people. "Uh oh...I hope that doesn't come back to bite me." He said biting his nails.

*cut again to y/n pulling the cart up to the village..

"What am I gonna tell everyone?" You asked the llama pulling the cart, seeing it stare off into the distance "good talk." You said sighing guiding him up the hill. "Y/n, your home! How was the trip? What did the king want?" Natasha asked "hey sis, he....couldn't see me." You said rubbing your arm "seriously? What an ass! You walked all the way there and he couldn't see you?" She asked crossing her arms "yeah...I guess so. Something about organizing his panties or something." You said "if I were you, I'd go give him a piece of my mind! King or not you don't need to be a jerk." She said stomping inside "yeah..." She sighed looking down. "You ok y/n?" Nat asked "yeah...I'm just gonna go put Oliver away." You said guiding the llama to the stable behind the house. You sat on a log next to the little pond, trying to memorize it as it may be one of the last times you'll see it...

Hey! Two seconds....Remember me? I'm the one unconscious in the cart....this story is about me...not her....good? Ok....moving on....

You got up walking back to the house when you heard a groan coming from the back of the cart, seeing a bag shifting around. "What the.." you said. Untying the bag you saw a a dazed black and orange llama. "Oh, hey little guy...are you ok?" You asked rubbing it's head. "Nooo....touchie...." it said making your scream "DEMON LLAMA!" You yelled jumping back "what..demon llama...where..." it said looking at your llama it screamed and tried running away but tripped and rolled hitting the wall "Uuuugghhhh." It said laying there. "It's ok demon llama, just calm down.." you said inching forward "what are you..wait! I know you..your that dirty smelly peasant girl who didn't want to kneel" He said sitting up. You stared in shock "k..king Loki?" You asked staring.

"Uh yeah...duh, has the fifth affected your brain as well?" He snarked "well you..you don't look like the king." You said walking closer. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He asked. "Um, well...do this." You said wiggling your fingers. He rolled his eyes lifting his hoof "what is this, some stupid game you peasants play.." he stopped seeing the hooves "wait..how.." he said looking around he ran to the pond screaming seeing his reflection "aaahh my face! My beautiful gorgeous face! I'm an ugly stinky llama!!" He yelled leaning against the wall crying "i have llama face!" He cried kicking his hooves. "Calm down..how did this happen?" You asked crouching down.

"I dont know ok.." he said trying to stand up, faceplanting on the ground. "I..I don't remember..i..wait!" He said turning around "You! I remember you, and telling you I was building my new closet where your house is and you...YOU TURNED ME INTO A LLAMA!" He yelled siting up "what!? Why.." you tried "and then you kidnapped me so I couldn't knock your house down!" He yelled "why would I kidnap a llama?" You asked crossing your arms "Hey, your the mastermind here...not me." He said grabbing the fence post "wait, that's giving you entirely too much credit." He said trying to walk.

"I have to get back to the palace, Hela has that "secret lab", I'll just order her to change me back" he said smiling "smelly peasant girl, I order you to take me back." He said standing up. You thought for a second looking at him "no.." you said sternly. I beg your pardon?" He asked glaring at you "I can't let you go back unless you build your "closet" somewhere else." You said fidgeting with your hands. "Hmm..come here." He said as you walked closer "closer.." he said. Coming face to face with him "wait, back up.." he said holding his nose "You really do assault the senses...anyway...I DONT MAKE DEALS WITH PEASENTS!" He yelled making you jump.

"Well then, I can't take you back." You said glaring at him. "Whatever...I don't need some whiny peasent anyway, I'll find my own way." He said walking towards the forest. "I wouldn't recommend that! It's pretty dangerous if you don't know your way." You said as he sauntered off "I mean it! There are jaguars, and snakes, and man eating plants!" You yelled "I'm not liiiiistening.." he sing songed continuing down the path. "FINE! GO AHEAD!..no Loki, no closet....doesn't bother me one bit." You said crossing your arms. You looked down the now empty path sighing "Dammit!" You yelled, following after him......

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Bring Him Light - Prologue (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The Princess of York is to be sent away to marry the Brooken King. 

Warnings: Steve’s not in this chapter. Patriarchy. Tony’s not winning father of the year. Possible Dark Themes (in the future). 

Word Count: 1.8k 

This was gonna be longer, but I wanted y’alls opinion before I went ahead and made this a series. 

Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what y’all think.

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(The gif isn’t mine and it’s kinkier than i wanted it to be sorry... no bondage in this one) 

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The coarse ropes dug into your skin as you twisted and turned your wrists in hopes to loosen the knot. You were sure they’d leave marks. You bit your lip to suppress the pained whimper that threatened to escape but paid no attention to the tears that rolled down your cheeks. It wasn’t as if your captor would’ve seen. The burlap sack over your head made sure of that.

Every time the cart jostled due to the uneven roads, you felt the crops – your travel companions as it seemed – roll around, often smacking against you. You tried to reach backwards with your bound wrists, searching for an arrow in your quiver. But it seemed as if your captor had rid you of them.

You felt the dirt on your skin. It was all over your legs and feet – you had forgone your shoes, the heels would’ve made your escape twice as difficult. The earth had settled itself into your pores and between your toes, leaving an uncomfortable feeling that made you cringe.

As the ride became smoother, you knew you were closer to the castle. You stopped fumbling with your bound wrists and rested your head against the back of the cart in defeat. There was no use in trying to escape. You lost your chance. No one would let you go now.

Soon the cart had stopped altogether and the rider – your captor – had retrieved you, carrying you in his arms. You were exhausted. All the fight in you had been extinguished in your attempt to flee. It had been at least two days since you’ve last eaten. You couldn’t even remember if you gave yourself an opportunity to fall asleep.

“Your majesty!” The man carrying you bellowed out as you heard doors open. “I’ve brought you a gift.” The man had put you down and though you couldn’t find the strength to stand, you tried your best to steady yourself. The bag had been removed from your head – you were sure your hair was a mess – but you kept your glare as you stood your ground. The man handed the king a broken piece of wood and you felt your stomach drop in realization. “I’ve broken her bow. My apologies.”

“Thank you, Thor,” the king nodded. His face was expressionless as he stared you down. “I’ll be sure to pay you well, huntsman, for bringing back my daughter.”

The huntsman grunted in response before he bowed. He left the throne room without another word. The councilmen stood beside your father, whispering to one another as they all took in your state.

Dirt pressed into your skin. The dress you wore was days old and torn from your tussle with the huntsman. Your hair – which was normally so clean and plaited elegantly – was in shambles and stood up in various spots. Your wrists were bound together, and a skinny strand of blood trickled down your arms due to the tight knot. If the men didn’t know any better, you looked like a common peasant – not a princess.

Your face was flushed as your rage boiled inside you. Your father quipped up an eyebrow as if expecting you to scream – to shout and curse at him – but all you did was glare in silence. And if looks could kill, he’d be dead three times over.

“You,” your father finally said as he narrowed his eyes, “sent the castle into a frenzy looking for you.” He walked towards you, disappointment and exhaustion written on his face. “That was incredibly reckless.”

“Little girls tend to be so, your grace,” one of the councilmen chided. The others at his side chuckled. “Which is why they become pretty accessories, not rulers.”

“They say men who are well endowed give their wives sons. I wonder, my lord, why you and your wife only have daughters,” you snapped. The chuckling immediately stopped.

The noble glared at you. He pointed his finger at you and yelled, “you little – “before being interrupted by a woman’s voice.

“My love, is it true–“ the throne room doors opened and you carefully turned to see your mother. Her smile quickly faded the moment she saw your condition – the tattered dress, dirty feet, messy hair, arms bound. A frown settled on her beautiful face before she dismissed her ladies. “Leave us,” she ordered. Her ladies rushed away, but the councilmen stayed. Your mother scowled at the men. “I said leave us.”

“Your grace,” they murmured. “Your highness,” they bowed to you. The man you insulted moments ago gave you one last glare before following the others.

“My sweet girl,” your mother sighed, rushing towards you. She cupped your face in her hands and wiped some of the grime from your cheeks. She tutted before grabbing your wrists. She winced when she saw the blood and the reddening skin underneath the tight knot. “I thought you told Thor to be gentle, Anthony.”

“I told him to do whatever was necessary,” your father shrugged, “to ensure our daughter’s safe return.”

Your mother scoffed as she tried to unravel the rope, but it wouldn’t budge. “She is a princess, and you paraded her in front of the nobles as if she’s some prisoner, tied up like an animal.”

“If she only acted like a princess, then none of this would be necessary,” your father rebutted.

“If you hadn’t sold me like a broodmare, then I wouldn’t have run!” You shot back. You pulled you away from your mother to walk towards your father, pointing a finger at him with your wrists still bound together. “I won’t go through with this. I swear it! I will not marry him!”

Your father curled his lip and he slapped your hand away from him. “You will because it is your duty!” he snapped. “A marriage alliance will unite the two great nations of the north! No one will ever dare go to war on the northern kingdoms – not when we stand together.”

“You were at war with him nearly three years ago!” You argued. “If you want an alliance, draw up a treaty! Better yet, ask the Brooken king to meet you for supper!” You felt tears prick in your eyes. You were frustrated and angry. You didn’t like to argue with your father. “He’ll kill me.”

“Then we will have another war.”

“At the cost of my life!”

“Tony, stop it,” your mother chirped. Her hands found your shoulders as she tried to calm your anger.

“Tell him no, mother, please.” If anyone could get through to your stubborn father and talk some sense into him, it would be your mother. You prayed that she’d be on your side – that she wouldn’t send off her eldest daughter to another kingdom just to be an accessory to a prideful king. She averted her eyes from you to look back at your father. “This isn’t a lesson you’re sending me off to. This is the rest of my life. I’ll be some man’s breeder. I’ll be his whore by law and if I try to run, he can kill me.”

“Then, don’t run,” your father sighed. He walked over to you and pulled a blade from his cloak. Your mother gave him a startled look and he responded with a shrug as if to say you never know when you need it. He carefully sawed through the knot, releasing you from your bindings. “This is for your own good. This is for the good of the two kingdoms.”

“if you need a treaty so badly, then send a bloody diplomat!” You screamed and rubbed at the wounded skin. “Why send a bride?”

“He needs a queen he can trust,” your father said.

“You’re condemning me to a loveless marriage!”

“That is not written in stone,” your mother reasoned. She reached for your father and he took her hand. You watched as their fingers intertwined.

“Your bond is different. He’s a different man than father.”

“If York falls, Brooken follows… But not if we stand together. Do you not understand the threat we are all under?” Your father frowned. “The Mad King Thanos is overthrowing monarch after monarch. His empire steadily grows and I’m afraid if we do not unite the north, then we will all perish. Think of your little brother, Harvey. If I die at the hands of Thanos, he’s too young to lead a kingdom – to lead our men into war and win it. Think of baby Morgan. Your little sister brought into the world only months ago. If Thanos comes tomorrow, do you think he’ll have mercy on her? I can assure you that he won’t. He’s killed men, women, and children alike. He’ll kill her without hesitation.

“Please, my daughter, my eldest. If you will not do this for me – for your country, do it for them.”

“If I die, my blood is not on his hands. It will be on yours.” You spat. “How will you live knowing that you’ve condemned your eldest child to her death?”

Your father sighed. There was no use in arguing anymore. You got your stubbornness from the Stark blood that flowed through your veins.

“Your things have been packed and loaded into a carriage. Your ladies have already begun their journey. You leave at nightfall.” Your father nodded with clenched teeth. He gave you one last look. “King Steven is eager to meet you.” 

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King Steven was said to love art. They say he often painted in the courtyard or in the gardens. He collected paintings and sculptures. He’s fond of decorations, they tell you. His favorite decorum was said to be the corpses of his enemies, strung up along the castle walls. A reminder to those who wished for his demise and those who plotted against him that he was and would always be victorious.

He was said to be cruel. You heard stories that he was a ruthless killer on the battlefield – that he wouldn’t stop slashing at his foe until his sword and armor were coated in their blood. You were told he never smiled and from the portraits you’ve seen of the man, it seemed to be true. He was handsome in the pictures you’ve seen. Short blonde hair, strong jaw, blue eyes. But looks could only compensate for so much.

He was married twice before. Queen Margaret and Queen Sharon. Both from the now extinct House Carter. Both queens died before they could give King Steven a child – a son.

You didn’t know the circumstances of their deaths, but some say the king was cursed. How unfortunate and unlucky does a man have to be to lose both his wives? But others have told you a different story. A story that was far more twisted and frightening.

Others claim that King Steven killed his queens.

The servants couldn’t blame you when you snuck away, bow and quiver full of arrows in hand. They even covered for you when you left through the kitchen’s exit.

But they were just rumors… How true could they be?

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Pseudo Princess Pt.03

The Portrait’s Success

10/02/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader          Word Count: 7,071

Warnings: Language, exhaustion (both reader’s and mine), Medieval Bucky

A/N: Welp, finished the chapter. Went back to edit. Ended up adding another thousand or so words to it. Went from 5k to 7k. Sorry they seem to keep getting longer but this isn’t new for me so...enjoy! Also, I’ll probably be using a lot of dresses from Reign as they are gorgeous costumes and fit the semi-historic style but not exactly as accurate as they should be that I’m going for. Let me know what you think. What you love. What’s your favorite part? I love y’all. Sorry I’ve been slow to update. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Not enough sleep. You have been up all night practicing your letters and sounding them out as you trace them.

With burning eyes, you reach for the modest serving of bread, ripping a piece and then dipping it into a small dish of strawberry jam. It’s full of seeds and they stick in your teeth a bit, but the sweet taste is too good to pass up. You have never had such tasty bread, or such tasty jams.

The food is by far the most enjoyable thing about your new life here in the castle.

You’ve been practicing your writing, but you’ve focused on three words only. All proper nouns, but words that you will come to live by.

The first is obvious, for he is your benefactor now. Your adoptive father.

S-T-A-R-K. You write, in big loopy letters that squiggle unevenly across the top of your parchment paper.

With a lick to your lips, you dip your pen back in its inkwell, and start on the second word that you’ve spent all night practicing.

This one will be the most important for yourself. Because it is who you are. It’s you’re name. Letter by letter, same loopy shapes, sloppy lines, but thankfully legible.

You write it out three times before you’re satisfied with it then move on to the word that will change your life forever.

R-O-G-E-R-S. Here in Malibia, Queen Virginia, or Pepper as you’ve been told to call her, was allowed to keep her own surname. Morgana has taken the King’s but in Broklin, you know that you must take King Rogers’s surname.

You don’t really mind. You must belong to that kingdom entirely and not having to lie about your surname by pretending that it’s Stark will help you feel like you truly do.

As you write out his name a fourth time, you tap against the bottom of the S creating a dark pool of ink, blotting across the bottom of the page as you remind yourself that King Rogers hasn’t accepted you just yet.

You’ve decided to dedicate your life to becoming a good Queen. A good wife to his Majesty King Rogers, but that doesn’t mean that he will want you.

You’re poor. Of course, he doesn’t know that but all of this, not knowing how to read or write will no doubt bother him.

You’re also common in your looks. Natasha tells you otherwise but how can you believe her when she’s so blindingly beautiful herself?

She should be the one marrying a king. Not you. What will you do if you fail his Majesty and can’t make King Rogers fall in love with you?

No. You don’t need him to love you. Just accept you.

As long as he marries you, then everything will be fine.

Is it wrong that you want him to love you?

The subtle creak of your door surprises you and you jump, sitting up straight. Like you were taught.

A young girl no older than fifteen squeaks at the sight of you. She’s wearing a plain maid’s gown, white and gray and brown. Stiff and of good quality. Prettier than anything you’d owned before but sturdy like your old tunic.

Hmph. Even the common folk in the castle are different.

“Forgive me, your Highness.” She gasps with a curtsy and stays ducked down. “I did not know you were awake. I was sent to mend your fire and deliver your morning tea.”

You spring to your feet, waving both hands at her, hoping the smile on her face is not full of surprise and helps to reassure her.

“No. Please, stand up. It ain’t—It’s no problem. Don’t let me stop you from doing what you were told to do.” When she doesn’t rise, you hurry to her and place your hands just underneath her elbows to coax her up.

“Thank you, your Highness.” She watches you with curiosity as if she’s trying to read you, but she goes about the room doing her work while you keep out of her way.

Soon the fire is roaring again and she’s serving your tea while you munch on a biscuit smeared in purple jam. God, this food is going to kill you, it’s so delicious. Once more the door opens, and you jump.

This time, you see two figures, one tall with red hair. The second shorter with fluffy brown hair.

“We’ll wake her gently. Then we can-” Natasha is telling Peter then stops and straightens out of her stooped posture as she spots you standing by the small cards table that’s been cleared for you to eat on. “Oh. You’re already awake.”

You smile at her, then look beside her at your guard. “I am. Good morning. Good morning, Peter.”

“’Morning your Highness.” Peter smiles.

“I thought you’d be exhausted after all of your lessons yesterday.” Nat confesses, a small chuckle in her voice as she moves towards the thick curtains that have blocked out most of the light from coming in through the floor to ceiling windows in your room.

“I was tired.” You admit, feeling a little bit of shame for not sleeping. “Do we have a lot to do today?”

You put your teacup down, biscuit dropped on its plate as you move to take a seat. Your body is finally catching with your fatigue and feels a hundred pounds heavier suddenly.

“Well, we’re meeting his Majesty for breakfast, then we are to go meet with the painter for your portrait. We must get something out by tonight if not tomorrow. King Rogers is eager to see you.” Natasha finally wrangles the curtains open and her smile slowly fades into an expression of dour disappointment. “Oh, Y/N!”

She chastises you, the maid staring with wide eyes at the apparent liberties that Natasha is taking. Peter also looks shocked. You however cringe because you know that she can finally see you for the sleep deprived mess that you are.

“Um…if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to get changed and…yeah…” Peter says, ignoring your pleading looks for him to stay as he slips out, following the maid, then shuts the door.

You’re chewing on your lip when Natasha reaches out to touch the space underneath your eyes.

“You’ve always looked a little tired—and I figured it was just because of your circumstances—but this is unacceptable. We’re supposed to be painting you today to entice King Rogers not warn him. I told you how important this portrait is.” She growls and goes to fixing your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper.

“Were you up all night?”

You nod as she finishes with your hair.

“Why?” She asks and you can’t help it, you jump to your feet and skip to your desk.

You pull out the piece of parchment you’d been writing on then hand it to her.

“I was practicing. When I must sign my name, I wanted to be able to do so nicely and I thought…maybe, to help him see that I want this as much as he does, that I could write to him? But my writing is so terrible. I needed to practice.” You lean around the paper as she looks it over.

Her expression seems to soften, her hand running over the repeated letters and finally that ink blot at the end. It’s almost as if she can guess what you’ve been thinking, and her eyes wander to the desk where you left the small compact with King Rogers’s portrait open to look at as you wrote.

You hurry to grab it, shut it, and hold it in both hands. Slightly embarrassed but it’s Natasha. If anyone is going to know your mind inside and out, it should be her. She’s your lady.

“This looks good, your Highness, but you’ll need much more practice before you’ll be able to write an acceptable letter.” She says as gently as she can manage.

You deflate, your sleep deprivation suddenly too much.

“Does it look that bad?” You look at your scriggles again, trying to see them with fresh eyes and not with the effort that you’ve spent the night using to do them.

“No.” Natasha’s hand finds your shoulder. “No, your Highness. You have made much progress. I only mean that it’ll take time before you can write to his Majesty King Rogers. You still need to learn how to spell other words. Not just names.”

It feels like you’re being hammered into the ground. Every word, although she means it in comfort, makes you feel as if you’ll never be good enough.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We have time. Not much, but I’ll help you.”

As she wraps an arm around your shoulder, you frown and reach out to touch the last iteration of Rogers that you’d written.

“He’s going to be so disappointed with me.” You worry, knowing that you’re nothing special. Worse because not only are you not a real princess, but you’re uneducated.

Then, like the flipping of a switch, Natasha says sternly, “We don’t have time for that.”

She pushes you away and hurries to your wardrobe.

“I’ve allowed you to wallow in a bit of self-pity the past two days because this is not your fault and you’re taking on something that even I would find hard to do but if you’re going to do this, you need to go in with your chin held high. Can you do that?”

You stare as she rifles through your dresses, frowning at each one as if none of them are right.

What answer can you give her? There’s only one answer. You wouldn’t have agreed to do this if you weren’t sure that you could dedicate yourself completely to it and you have! You haven’t even tried to run away.

Part of that is because this place is nicer than any place you’ve been before. But it would be a lie to say that you don’t miss your village. You were no one there but at least you were on somewhat equal footing with all of them.

Even in the village you were slightly lower, uneducated as you are, but you were accepted. You belonged there in a sense. You were your own woman. Hungry most of the time. Alone. But it was home.

“Your Highness?” She checks, turning back to you. “Can you do this? Truly?”

There’s a wavering of confidence in her green eyes and you realize that you don’t want to let Natasha down. Or the Kingdom. Or his Majesty.

“I can.” You nod, hating the way sleep seems to call you making your words slur a little and your shoulders slump. You stand up straighter, chin up. “I will.”

Natasha’s face relaxes, her smile more than makes up for her rightful scolding. “Good. Your dresses aren’t finished yet.”

“Oh.” You worry. “Then, maybe we should wait to do the portrait for when they are? I need to look my best for King Rogers.”

She sees through your attempts to ditch and gives you a knowing smirk.

“Nice try. You should have slept.” With a sigh she places her hands on her hips.

“Who didn’t sleep?” You turn towards the familiar voice eyes bright but worried too as King Anthony moves in with Peter trailing behind him.

“I-”

“Our new princess was up all night practicing her writing because she wants to impress Steve.” Natasha’s tone is teasing, and your neck and ears burn in slight embarrassment.

Wait…why does she call King Rogers by his first name. That’s weird right? Not normal?

The King smirks. “Is that so?” He moves to the parchment on the table and gives it a look.

“I…I wanted to write to him.” You confess, but now that you think about it, it was a silly plan.

You don’t know how to spell. You don’t know how to read. You’re learning but it’s only been two days.

“I’m guessing you saw his portrait?” The King checks.

“I gave it to her night before last.” Natasha moves away from the wardrobe to stand beside her king.

“They all fall for his looks.” The king teases. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. Steven Rogers might be handsome, but he comes with baggage. Really big, heavy baggage.”

“I know.” You counter, moving to lean against your bed post. “Natasha told me.”

His dead wife. What sort of man has he become since that? You can’t think that it will be anything but bad.

“He’s marrying you because he has to. And he still might not. Which is why we have to trick him into it. Maybe we can make him feel responsible for you somehow?” He wanders deep into thought as Natasha finally looks up at Peter and what looks to be a bunch of shiny burgundy fabric.

“What’s this dress?” She asks.

Oh, it’s a dress. Stupid sleep deprivation.

“But I don’t wanna trick him.” You say quietly, everyone else too distracted to hear you.

“That’s her dress for the portrait. I started having it altered the moment she arrived. Steve’s preferential to reds.”

“This isn’t red.” Natasha laughs. “This is burgundy. Like wine.”

“It’s in the red family.” The king argues.

“Tony…” Natasha laughs.

You’re too sleepy to keep paying them any attention and your eyes are glued on the dress as Natasha holds it up and out to look at.

Damask burgundy silk with golden embroidery along the waist, sleeves, and bust make up the bodice. The skirt is long and slightly ruffled underneath with rough tulle. Your under dress will help you keep from feeling it but this dress is slightly puffed at the skirt.

It’s beautiful but nicer than anything you���ve worn to date.

“Isn’t that too nice?” You wonder, maybe his Majesty made a mistake? You’re not going to a ball. More importantly, can you do the dress justice?

“What?” He turns to you, eyebrow quirked as he eyes you with incredulity. “Nothing is too good for my daughter.”

Your heart skips a beat and warm flutters fill your tummy as he looks back at Natasha and begins to explain something fully unaware of how his claiming you as his daughter has made you feel.

Peter on the other hand moves around them towards you and holds his arm out for you to take hold of. “Are you alright, your Highness? You look a little sick.”

“I’m okay.” You assure him. “I just…”

Wait…Peter doesn’t know about you, does he?

“It’s been a long time since his Majesty called me his daughter. I forgot what it felt like to hear.” You confess which is not a complete lie.

“Was it hard in that school you went to?” Peter asks, concern written all over his kind face, hazel eyes laced with secondhand sorrow.

“It wasn’t easy.” You tell him, again, not a complete lie. “Everything is better now that I’m here. I only hate to leave it so soon.”

“But you’ll be going to another castle, right? And Natasha and I will be coming with you.” He promises. “You won’t be alone.”

“Yes, that does make me feel better. Thank you. But I hope-” You steal a glance over at Natasha and the king as they rummage through your wardrobe and argue about the dress.

“You hope?” Peter urges.

“I hope I can make him happy. King Steven? I really want to make him happy, Peter.” You worry.

“You will.” He nods. “You’re really pretty and nice and you don’t act stuck up like most of the other ladies at court. He’d be crazy not to like you, your Highness.”

His words nearly make you float. “Thank you, Peter. That means so much to me.”

He beams and Natasha’s voice pulls your attention. “Come, your Highness, let’s get you into this burgundy gown.”

“Oh, will you drop it? You’re like a dog with a bone.” King Anthony tells her.

“Did you just call me a dog?” Natasha glares at him and it shocks you how comfortable around each other they are. How relaxed in convention. Even Peter. He calls Natasha by her name instead of her title.

Is that normal?

“I said like a dog. There’s a difference.” King Anthony says, but he chuckles. When his eyes fall on you as you stop before her, he sighs. “We’ll just have to tell Tom to make her prettier than she is at the moment. We can’t have him painting her looking that tired.”

“You won’t lie through my portrait, will you?” You demand, feeling strongly about giving King Rogers exactly what you are. If he doesn’t want you, you’d like to know now instead of later when he’s married you and he’s unhappy with what he has.

“No, not lie. We’ll just paint you more rested than you are.” His Majesty assures you. “Peter, Tom should be in the main hall by now. Show him to the third courtyard out by Pepper’s vegetable garden. We’ll have him paint her on the bench in front of the pink and white peonies. It’ll look good with the dress.”

“Right away, your Majesty.” Peter affirms and hurries out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Once gone, the king turns back to you, frown in place. “Look, kid. I really need you to start playing your part. The modesty is a good touch, there aren’t many people from privilege with it so, keep that but you can’t keep questioning every time I want to lavish you with a gift. You’re a princess. Start acting like one.”

Feeling remorseful, you nod. “Of course. I’m sorry, your Majesty.”

“Also, I’d really prefer it if you called me ‘father’. You should only refer to me as Majesty when you are referring to me to someone else or introducing me to someone I haven’t met. We’re feeding everyone the story that you were sent abroad but I don’t really need them to think that I shipped you away without affection to keep you out of sight.” He urges. “If I’d really had a daughter with emotional problems, they’d have had to pry her from my arms if they wanted to send her away.”

As he speaks the words, you know that he’s thinking of Morgana. She’s still missing. But you get what he’s saying. If you act distant with him, people will think that he never visited and sent you away so that he could pretend you didn’t exist. That’s not what you want for him either.

He’s been nothing but kind to you and considerate.

“Yes, f-father.” You frown. “Sorry. Father.”

That’s better. Sounds more natural.

“She’ll pick it up, Tony. Don’t worry.” Natasha assures him.

“Right.” He says. “Get her changed, curl her hair a little. Waves. Maybe a braid or two but keep it simple. Steve will respond more to her innocence than regality.”

“I thought we weren’t trying to trick him?” Natasha challenges.

“We’re not. I’m trying to sell him my daughter.” He looks at your stunned expression and shakes his head. “Not like that. We’re not getting any money for you. I just mean, I have to make you appealing to him.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” You ask for what must be the millionth time.

“He doesn’t have to like you.” Tony nods. “He just has to marry you. Breakfast in ten. Hurry up.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting still for hours and trying not to fall asleep is one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

Natasha keeps clearing her throat to remind you to sit up straight and you hear her most of the time, but Peter catches you once or twice when you’ve teetered to the side after dozing off.

Tom, the artist painting your portrait clicks his tongue every time you move and you bit your lip which makes him frown.

“Sorry.” You mutter, then sit still.

Your only solace is that the cool breeze, in combination with the warmth of the sun, is bliss. It’s this comfort that seems to lull you to sleep repeatedly so, good and bad.

Normally, according to Natasha, portraits like these are usually done over several days but because of the urgency to get your portrait to King Rogers, you sit on the white marble bench for nearly ten hours before you’re allowed to get up.

No bathroom breaks. No food. No water. It’s not torture but after two days of constant feeding, it hurts.

“Thank you, Tom.” Natasha tells the painter as he packs away his brushes and paints, staring proudly at his portrait.

“Can I see it?” You ask, Peter scurrying up to help Tom balance his bag as he begins to pull away the canvas he’s painted you on.

“Get that to his Majesty for approval immediately.” Natasha continues, ignoring your question.

“Wait,” You struggle to move.

Your ass feels numb, legs weak, head is splitting, stomach growling, eyes burning. Before you can get two steps, Tom and Peter are gone.

Disappointed, you’re so done with the day and yet, “Are you ready? You’ve got your reading and writing lessons in five minutes.”

You almost whine, complain that you’re exhausted, and you need to sleep when Natasha’s questions from the morning remind you that you’d told her you can do this.

“Yes.” You reply, tired and not doing a very good job at hiding your drowsiness with the saddened lilt of your voice.

“Just a few more hours, princess, and then you can sleep.” She assures you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to help support you as you walk towards the door back into the castle.

“Okay.” You relent as your stomach grumbles loudly.

You’re pulled to a stop.

“Damn.” Natasha exclaims, stopping just inside the doorway to look at you apologetically.

Your shock at her swearing is maybe not pronounced enough but you’ve sworn lots yourself back home. And much worse than a simple ‘damn’.

“I’m so sorry, your Highness. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Natasha’s remorse is touching but you shake your head and give her a smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve gone longer without eating.” You assure her.

“Not under his Majesty’s care you haven’t. Can you make it to your lessons without me? I’ll run and get you something to eat if you can.”

“Of course, I can.” You nod. “I’m not completely useless.”

She smiles and then grabs the front of her navy dress and rushes off down the hall and out of sight.

She moves so gracefully and her navy dress and its sparkling silver embroidery make her look like a piece of floating night sky.

You hope that you can move with her grace soon.

Halfway to your lessons room, you begin to teeter from left to right. Shutting your eyes for steps at a time and all you want to do is sit down and sleep. You’re very tempted, as you pass several sturdy wooden chairs and benches as you make your way through the light limestone halls of Castle Stark.

But you persevere and keep going.

When your eyes close a third time, they stay shut much longer and you don’t realize you’re sleep walking until you’re slammed into a large firm body that very nearly knocks you off your feet.

Eyes shooting open, you watch as a tall man with shoulder length dark chestnut hair and gorgeous ice-blue eyes drops his bag and an array of scrolls he’d been carrying under his arm. The contents of said bag go spilling out across the floor along with his scrolls. Books and quills and a box of what looks like cookies that spill out across the floor.

“Oh, damn!” You exclaim, unthinking. “I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I had my eyes closed.”

In a panic you throw yourself to the ground and begin to gather the spilled contents. Ignoring the cookies because those are ruined now. Fuck.

Way to go, Y/N.

“It’s alright. Please, don’t trouble yourself.” The man says, his deep tone easy and flowing.

As you both reach for a small black journal, you gasp at the sight of his left arm. It shines in stunning silver. It’s not a glove. Of that you’re sure because his metal fingers close around the leather book and he pulls it to him.

“You lost your arm.” You blurt without thinking, so surprised and no filter in your exhausted state.

The man swallows and you finally look up to take him in properly. He is indeed handsome, and his blue eyes are stunning. His lips are full and pink, his brow intense but kind. A full beard covers his otherwise strong jaw. You can see the peeking of a dimple on his chin.

He’s wearing a black leather tunic, black pants, tall knight’s boots and several pieces of armor. Primarily a shoulder guard on his right shoulder, emblazoned with a plain white star.

The collar of his black silk shirt peeks out from the neck of his tunic, laced shut. Around his hips rests a long sword and on the opposite side a dagger.

“I’m sorry. That was so rude of me.” You gasp, flustered by your slip. “I didn’t mean…”

“No.” He smiles. “Don’t apologize. Forgive me, I was also not watching where I was going.”

“Here.” You reach for a scroll and hand it to him. “I’m sorry about your tin of cookies. I…I can see if I can get you some more? There are these good biscuits that they make in the kitchen here. With jam they are very tasty. Or if you like plain cookies, I can make them myself?”

It’s been a while as you hadn’t been able to afford the flour to make them, but the kitchen in the castle is well stocked. You could make them if Natasha and his Majesty let you.

“That’s not necessary. Really.” The man says, smiling at you kindly.

Together the two of you finish picking up the mess you’ve made and when he has the last scroll tucked underneath his arm, you step back with a smile.

“I really am very sorry that I bumped into you.” You fuss. “I haven’t slept and I’m a little out of sorts.”

“You haven’t slept?” He asks curiously, adjusting his cargo.

“No. I was up all night practicing my writing.” You confess, not thinking. If you’d been well rested, you might not have told him any of this.

“Practicing?”

“I don’t know how to write.” You nod. “Or read. And I’m supposed to get married soon. I…I’m terrified of disappointing my husband.”

The handsome stranger smiles and looks down at the ground, then back up at you with those kind blue eyes. “I don’t suppose any man who marries you will be disappointed. Unless he’s a fool? Not many ladies would have stooped down onto the ground to help me pick all this up, much less offered to make me cookies when there are so many servants to do it for her.”

He seems to think about it for a moment.

“In fact, they would have probably held me responsible for crashing into them and left me here to pick it all up myself.”

“That’s not very nice.” You shake your head. “Besides, I was the one falling asleep while walking. I really am very tired.”

“Can you not go to bed early?” He asks, purely out of concern.

“No.” You shake your head, lips sloping into a pout. “I need to go to my lessons. Writing and reading and etiquette.”

Oh! This is a good chance to practice your lying in the heat of the moment.

“I spent a long time away from my family and now that I’m back I want to make them proud.” You sigh.

“Why were you away from your family? If you don’t mind my asking?” He steps closer so that the two of you aren’t speaking across the hallway at each other.

“I was ill. I had many issues, emotionally, and my father and mother sent me away to get help.” You explain and the young Knight’s eyes seem to brighten with recognition.

“You’re the Princess…uh…Y/N. You’re the daughter Tony and Pepper had before they were married!” The Knight exclaims.

Oh, shit. You hadn’t even thought about it from that angle. The fact that you’d have been born out of wedlock, considering your age. Wait…Tony and Pepper? Someone else going by first names? What’s going on here?

“Don’t you think that maybe they sent you away because of that and not because you were sick?” He jokes, pulling your attention away from the lack of convention.

“Are you saying that my parents cared more about their reputations than they did for me?” You frown, not liking this point of view at all. “That they didn’t love me enough to keep me?”

The Knight goes a little pale. “No. Oh, God, no. That’s not what I meant.”

“But it is.” You frown.

“Okay, it is what I meant but I did not mean to cause offense. Forgive me. Sometimes I speak when I shouldn’t.” And he does look sorry. “Please, your Highness, forgive me.”

You consider him for a moment then maybe it’s because you’re so tired and don’t have the energy to stay upset, you nod. “Okay. I forgive you.”

He beams, his smile wide and stunning.

“So, it is you set to marry Steve, and not the Princess Morgana?” He asks, stepping closer as two maids walk by giving you both curious looks.

“I am.” Your worries are brought back by his mention and you remember that you should be at your lessons. “I should go to my lessons. I need to work hard if I want to please him.”

“He’ll be lucky to have someone so pretty and kind as his wife.” The Knight says. “I think you might be just what he needs. His old queen was kind but stern, like him. Fixated on duty. I think a sweet-tempered queen with eyes that shine like the sun will do him a world of good.”

Your ears burn hot like fire. So many compliments loaded into one statement…how does a woman recover? However, you are distracted enough by the way he sounds so familiar with King Rogers that you can ignore the flattery.

“Do…do you know his Majesty King Rogers?” You gasp, astounded by the luck you have. He sounds as if he knows him intimately.

“I’ve known him my whole life.” The Knight says. “My name is J-”

“James!” Natasha’s voice makes you jump, echoing around the hallway and turning your heart into mush.

“Lady Natasha.” The Knight named James says, and his voice wraps around the name like a caress. He likes her!

“Barnes.” Natasha frowns as she comes to stand beside you, a small basket held in her hands. You can hear the slosh of liquid—probably wine—coming from within. “Why are you keeping her Highness from her lessons?”

“We bumped into each other. She helped me pick up my things from the floor.” He tells her, smirking with amusement as she turns blazing green eyes on you.

“Your Highness, a Princess does not get down on the ground. You call for someone to come and pick whatever is dropped for you.”

“Oh, don’t do that to her Natasha. Don’t turn her into one of your stuck-up court ladies. She’s perfect just as she is.” James pleads, genuine in his praise and in his desire to keep you the same. For King Rogers?

“It’s my job to help turn her back into the princess she was born to be and that’s what I’ll do.” She gripes.

“Steve won’t like her if she’s like those ladies. Let her be who she is. He needs a little sugar in his life.” James teases, making your neck hot again.

“Did you just refer to the Princess of Malibia as sugar?” Natasha demands.

“Oh, come on, you know that’s not what I mean. She’s nice. And look at her smile. She’s perfect for him.” James assures her and for the first time since you’ve come to the castle and seen King Rogers’s portrait do you feel any sense of relief.

“Am I really?” You beam up at him, your smile wide but sleepy.

“You bet your bottom you are. I guarantee he’ll be worshipping the ground you walk on.” He smiles.

“James!” Natasha gasps, then hands you the basket. “Your Highness, off to your lessons now. Go on. I will follow.”

“But…”

“Please, your Highness, you’re already late.” She urges and because she’s always there for you, you go.

You don’t go far, however. You stop around the corner to listen. Not very princess-like behavior but you don’t care. You’re sleepy and you’re so curious about King Rogers. This man, James, he knows him. Childhood best friends! It doesn’t get any closer than that.

“First off, don’t refer to her bottom. She’s a princess and she’s going to marry Steve. What is wrong with you?” Natasha demands.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Secondly, what are you doing telling her things like that?” Natasha demands, glancing down towards the hall where you’re hiding with worry.

“What?” He chuckles. “She is sweet. And nice. And honestly, if I didn’t have my eyes set on someone else, maybe I’d have tried to make her fall in love with me a little?”

“You think every woman wants you.” She frowns at him.

“All but the one that matters.” He flirts, moving a step closer. “When will you agree to marry me? I’ve asked you six times already.”

“Ask me six more times.” She quips.

James chuckles again.

“I really wish you hadn’t filled her head with all that ‘perfect for him’ nonsense.” She frets.

“But she is perfect for him. Margaret was always so…She was kind and strong and after what happened to her, I think maybe Steve needs to have someone he can watch over. Someone he can protect.” James reasons.

“Yes, but she’s expecting love, James. She’s told me that she must make him like her nearly a hundred times since she saw his portrait and I’m afraid that she’s only going to make herself unhappy. He’s closed himself off from feelings like that since Maggie. I don’t think he has it in him to love like that again and the princess is already so enamored and I’m pretty sure she’s never been in love before. What if he breaks her heart?

“Then she’s stuck living with him in that castle and she won’t be able to leave, so she’ll just have to deal with it. I keep wanting to beg Tony to cancel this stupid plan because she’s the one that’ll suffer, and she doesn’t deserve that. Because you’re right, she’s nice and sweet, and she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.

“What if he’s cruel? What if he resents her? He needs to marry her and have children because that’s what he must do but he doesn’t love her, James. What if he never can? Maybe I should take her away from here?”

“Shh, Natasha,” James closes the distance between them, his hands finding her shoulders which he caresses with affection. “Don’t worry about Steve, I’ll do what I can to help them along. And Steve isn’t cruel. You know him. He’s just…dealing with everything that happened.”

“It’s been two years, James. He still won’t dance. He won’t smile. When’s the last time he laughed?”

James sighs, “I know that things don’t look promising, but he’ll love her. I know it. She is perfect for him. And once she’s pregnant, I know that those protective instincts will kick in for him and he’ll devote every second of his life to her. And you’ll be there, too. Always by her side.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Natasha sighs, “I will be.”

“I think this girl is special.” He says, “For her to get you to love her so much so quickly?”

“The princess has had a difficult life. I want her to be happy now. She takes on so much. She just came back home and now Tony’s sending her away again, just to bury the hatchet?”

“That’s not why they’re doing this, Nat.” James chastises.

“Oh, really? When’s the last time the two of them were in a room without going at each other’s throats? All because of that stupid treaty the team-”

“Nat.” James frowns. “Not here.”

“Sorry.” Natasha says.

Team? What team?

“I know it’s frustrating. But they’re talking. They’re writing to each other. That’s a good thing. And as for the princess, she’ll be happy. I promise. She will, just, maybe not right away. You and I can be a team. We’ll do what we both can to ensure that her heart is as unbroken as when she first arrives.” James insists.

“You can’t promise that. I can’t promise that.” Natasha says, relaxing a little as James closes the distance a bit more, pulling her to his chest, arms wrapped around her torso.

“I can. I will do everything in my power to make sure that he sees her for the blessing that she is. For you.” He smiles at her, seducing her with his kind manners and consideration.

“I’m still not going to marry you.” She smiles, a half smirk with the corner of he lip sloping up seductively.

They both seem intent on seducing each other.

“Aren’t you?” He checks.

“No.” She shakes her head but stops when his lips meet hers.

Quickly you slide back, moving as quietly as you can down the hall until you can walk at full speed without being heard.

Natasha has been your champion since arriving here. Her positive attitude has kept you certain of the task you have set before you but to see her doubts spill out so quickly and numerous, your heart begins to writhe with fear because what if she’s right? What if you’re dooming yourself to a life without love?

There are worse things. You remind yourself again. You know that all you can do is hope that he marries you.

At least, if you marry him, you will have a place. Your home will always be Broklin’s castle and your family will always be the King, even if he doesn’t love you and would rather have his first Queen. You will finally belong somewhere and on one will be able to take that away from you.

Reaching into the pocket of your dress, you pull out the small silver compact that Natasha had given you and pry it open to stare at King Steven’s handsome face.

Those storm blue eyes…

Now all you have to do to ensure your survival is make sure that you don’t fall in love with him. And really, how hard can that be?

It’s late afternoon and you’re making your way from your room with Peter at your side, sharing a bag of berries that his Majesty had sent to your room.

“They’re tart.” Peter chuckles. “Here, keep the rest, I might not stop eating them if I keep going.”

You laugh with him. “So? Help me finish them. I’m eating too much as it is with all of this food they send to my room.”

Your dress is simpler today, plain white with a sheer pink underlay. You’re a gleaming pearl underneath warm yellow light. Your corset is still tight however, so despite the comfortable dress, there’s a hint of discomfort in the way you stand.

“No. I’ll finish them.” Peter argues.

“That’s the point.” You laugh.

“Princess!” A shout from the end of the hall startles both you and Peter.

He drops the bag of berries into your open hand and jumps in front of you to shield you on instinct. You nearly drop the berries but just manage to catch the small sack.

A man you’ve seen every day but never spoken to marches towards you, his short graying curly hair and stocky build give you comfort for some reason. He looks like a teddy bear, even though you’ve seen him grumble and roll his eyes a few times at his Majesty. Everyone acts different than they should. You still don’t understand it and are beginning to think you never will.

“Happy?” Peter says, then looks back to you as if he’s let something slip. “I mean, Harold, Sir Harold Hogan. Your Highness, I’m not sure you’ve officially met the King’s personal secretary?”

“I haven’t.” You assure him and try to look as unphased as possible by the nickname slip up. “Sir Harold, it’s nice to meet you.”

Harold ‘Happy’ Hogan bows to you, then stands up with an excited gleam in his eye.

“Your Highness,” He smiles. “His Majesty would like to see you in his office.”

“Right now?” But, what about your lessons?

“Yes. Now.” He nods and begins to walk away.

You hand Peter the bag of berries and begin to follow Sir Hogan.

“Don’t worry.” Peter says, “I’ll run and tell Master Rymond that you’ll be late.”

“Thank you.” You call out to him just before you turn the corner. “Is it very important, Sir Harold?”

“Please, call me Happy. Everyone does.” He smiles at you, no sign of the severe man you’ve seen over the past few days.

“H-Happy, have I done something to anger my father?” You check, keeping up the lie even with the King’s right-hand man. Does he know the truth?

“No.” He shakes his head. “Nothing like that. He’s actually really pleased with you.”

“Why?”

“King Rogers has written back about your portrait.” Happy begins, shocking your arms into numbness from nerves. “We sent it last night and he got it early this morning.”

“A-and he’s written to father about it?” You ask, your voice barely above a nervous whisper.

“He loved it.” Happy assures you.

“King Rogers loved my portrait?” You ask, all astonishment and disbelief. “He actually said that he loved it?”

“Well, no. Not exactly. But he said he wants to marry you as soon as possible.”

You can’t breathe. “And wh-when is that?”

“Day after tomorrow. We leave in the morning for Broklin. You’ll meet him tomorrow night and, in the morning, you’ll be married. Y/N Rogers, Queen of Broklin.” He looks back at you and you stop walking, the sound of blood rushing is deafening, like the sound of roaring carriage wheels as they crash into puddles of water.

Then everything goes black as your body falls backwards.

Happy’s last cry of, “Princess!” echoes in your ears.

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