#prince!James x seamstress!reader

[milunalupin]

— tale as old as time

a/n: welcome to my beast!remus x beauty!reader series ! i hope you come along this journey with me and enjoy!

chapter one

remus lupin x reader ★ 1.4k words

Gowns and music filled the ballroom, the castle's servants walking around with silver trays of the most luxurious desserts in France. Beautiful and wealthy people danced around to the sound of the piano and the most famous opera singer money could buy in all of Europe.   

The ballroom was decked out in glimmering jewels and fresh flora, the smell of roses strong in the air.  In the middle was Prince Remus Lupin, twirling countless girls about, a smirk on his handsome powdered face.  The Lupins ruled the Alsace region, their wealth apparent by their acres of meticulously landscaped property, the glimmer of the sun on the enormous castle blinding. Remus was an only child who was raised by King Lyall and Queen Hope, until the queen passed away from an illness many years ago, leading the Prince to grow up with the influence of his cold and selfish father.

Staff members were forced to turn a blind eye when they would see the young master walk through the castle with watery eyes or badly hidden bruises. No matter how much they pitied him, his father would rid them of their job in a heartbeat if they dared speak up about it. With every passing year, Prince Remus grew to be increasingly more his father, prioritizing status over everything.  Remus' life was filled with anything he wanted, and obviously once you have everything, things get boring. So, he constantly hosted balls and invited only the most beautiful and influential people in France. Men and women came from all over the country dressed in the most lavish of outfits, trying to gain the attention of the young Prince. 

In a silky yellow tailcoat stood the royal family's head of kitchen staff, Sirius Black. He let out an exaggerated sigh as he stood along his colleagues, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.  "How many girls will leave crying tonight, do you think?" 

James, dressed in all white with embroidered lapels, rolled his eyes and frowned as he watched the Prince.  "He'll never get married if he keeps acting like this, never form a true bond with anyone." 

A huff came from Peter, who looked the worst out of the three of them (according to Sirius), in a simple brown waistcoat. He held his prized pocket watch in his hand, constantly checking the time to ensure the party was running smoothly.  "The prince's love life isn't really any of our business, Sirius." 

Peter Pettigrew, to say the least, was a suck up, and nothing but loyal to the royal family. It was in his blood; his family having served the royal family for decades. Naturally, he started working under his father in the administrative department and moving ranks until he was appointed head of house, managing the rest of the staff as His Highness' right-hand man. 

James Potter credits everything he has now to his beautiful mother, Euphemia, who was an incredible seamstress who worked in the castle years prior. Now, James assists the young master with his clothing as well as leads the housekeeping staff with his mini assistant Harry, who's favorite thing to do is fold the towels into swans. 

Sirius met James when they worked together at a pub in town before James accepted his position among the royal staff. He was an orphan who had run away from his abusive foster parents. Euphemia felt for the boy and had immediately taken them in like her own son. Cooking meals with his new family ignited his love for food and with help from the Potters, had gone to culinary school. Later, with James's help, began as a waiter at the castle turned kitchen manager. 

Prince Remus, to be frank, doesn't love, not really once his mother had passed. Once under the orders of his father, his image, and the people he surrounded himself with became a priority. Being human was being vulnerable, and being vulnerable was being weak. That's why he found himself surrounded by attractive women, knowing that each one hanging onto his arm believed that they would be the one he fell in love with, inheriting his fortune and power. His arm was around one of the maidens' waists, loosely spinning her as his eyes scanned the room for someone more interesting. 

"My lord, I can't help but believe you might have an interest in me. this is the second time we've danced tonight; you need not be so shy." 

His eyes dropped back to Amelie? Emily? who blushed under his gaze, looking up at him through her fluttering eyelashes. He scoffed and retracted his hand from her waist, pushing past her towards another, ignoring her pleas and attempts to grab his arm. As much fun as he had being the center of attention and being the one everyone wanted to be with, he despised the desperate ones, none of them being worth his actual time. 

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"Papa, I brought the napkins you asked for!" 

Sirius, James, and Peter turned to find Harry, James's son, holding a stack of cloth napkins up to him with a bright smile, his glasses sliding down his nose. James grinned as he took the napkins from Harry, pushing his glasses back up his nose and fixing his hair. 

"Great job Harry, now run along." 

"You've got him working already Potter? A chip off the old block, that one is." Peter chuckled, smiling along his colleagues as they watched little Harry skip away. 

The doors suddenly burst open, a woman in a cloak falling to the ground, her hood slipping and exposing her ratty grey hair. The maidens closest to the door gasped and squealed as they backed up, trying to distance themselves from the old woman. The music has stopped, Prince Remus weaving his way through the crowd to stand before the elderly intruder. 

"Who let you in, peasant? This ball is invite only." 

The woman looked up, her cloudy grey eyes looking into the Prince's. She held up a single rose, offering him the flower for temporary shelter from the cold. Prince Remus scoffed, rolling his eyes at the woman. The party goers laughed at the old woman from the other side of the ballroom. 

A smirk appeared on the old woman's face, as her body under the cloak began to glow a warm yellow, what seemed liked enchanted haze spreading towards the aghast party goers. Flower petals began to float around the woman as she transformed into a younger, more beautiful version of herself, her now bright blue eyes staring into the Prince's. The guests screamed at they scrambled to escape the sorcery they've witnessed, polished shoes trampling over expensive fabric and rose petals. 

The royal staff looked on in fear, not knowing how to help their master in this situation. James weaved through the people rushing out and found Harry hiding in a corner. He picked him up and turned to head out the door but stopped when he heard a deep growl coming from the center of the room. 

The cloud of magic enveloped Prince Remus, his bones cracking and expanding as his body slowly transformed him into a large, furry monster. His perfect silk robes tearing and falling off the Prince's new body. Large curved horns grew out of his head, and his perfect teeth evolved into sharp fangs. His once perfect appearance turned into one of a menacing animal. 

The young Prince had failed his test from the enchantress. He had not shown kindness to a stranger in need and had confirmed his own selfishness and entitlement. He was mean and ugly on the inside, so she had turned him into who he really was, a beast. Adding on to that, she left a powerful spell on the castle and villagers, turning the royal staff into household objects for allowing the Prince's behavior, and erasing all memory of the royal castle and its inhabitants from the villagers. The curse was infinite, unless the prince managed to make someone fall in love with him. 

Over the years the castle grew colder, lonelier as Remus and his staff became more hopeless for a chance to end the curse. Snow had fallen over the crumbling castle and grounds, the bitterness of the cold outside matching what Remus was feeling in his heart. 

 He was doomed, turned into a disgusting monster for the rest of his days, because who could ever learn to love a beast? 

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Paint Me a Picture (Prince!Bucky x Cinderella!Reader AU) Part 3/5

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Who’s ready for a royal ball?! Two more parts after this! Tomorrow will be a double post--part for for this series and the next part in “Make Me”! Enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged!

Prompt: Cinderella AU

Summary: Beaming, Wanda lets you know of an impending royal ball. When Rumlow catches word of the event, you work overtime to not only get the regular housework done, but make sure Rumlow will be ready for the ball himself. All hope is lost, but what you don’t know is that Wanda has a trick up her sleeve.

Warnings: Fluff, some shouting, light angst, Cinderella tropes

Other Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 1,361

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Wanda beams, rushing towards you as you leave the main post office to pick up a large parcel Rumlow had been expecting from an associate. “Did you hear?”

“Um, no?” you say, adjusting the package’s weight accordingly.

“You’ve been in town all morning and you haven’t heard a single thing? No big news buzzing?” she asks in earnest.

“No!” you chuckle incredulously.

“The palace is having a royal ball at the end of the week. Prince James is looking for a bride,” she grins, from ear to ear. “And the whole kingdom is welcome to attend.”

“You throwing your hat into the ring, Wan?” you chuckle. “I thought you had eyes for only Vision.”

“I do,” she laughs, walking in step with you. “C’mon! Are you saying you don’t want to spend the night at a glamorous ball?”

“A night off does sound nice,” you fantasize. “And to do it in a gown . . . Rumlow would never let me go. Even if we were to arrive separately, him and his family would never want to be connected to me in public. I don’t have the means to make a dress, let alone buy one, and there is no chance that they would offer the funds. Besides, I’m starting to question if they are even capable of kindness.”

“(Y/N), please. You are my dearest friend. I would want nothing more than for you to go to this ball.”

“I know, Wanda, and I appreciate it. I just don’t think it’ll be able to happen.”

“And you’re just telling me of this now?” Rulmow snaps as I place the parcel on his desk.

“I only just found out—,” you try to explain.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he says, getting up from his desk. “The best fabrics most likely have been taken and seamstresses are filling up as we speak. I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“Sir, if I may. You have several suits. I could attend to them and make them as good as new,” you suggest.

“None of those would be good enough for an event of this caliber,” he sighs, running his hand over his face. He takes large strides to his desk to retrieve something, handing you a fair amount of money.

“Run to town now and get the best fabric possible,” he orders. “Something French. When you get back, I want you working straight away to make me a new suit.”

“Of course, sir,” you say. You don’t dare ask if you can come— you already know how that conversation will end. In silence, you leave his study and make it out of the house. After a long, lonely, and tiring trip back to the market, you re-enter the house to take Rumlow’s measurements to start on the suit. He assesses the fabric and seems pleased with it, allowing you to proceed.

Days go by, and every spare moment you have you work on the fabric, doing frequent fittings to make sure everything is to his liking and fits as it should. The day of the ball, you make final adjustments to the buttons, as Rumlow decided that they needed to be larger and more distinguished. As you finish sewing the last of the buttons in your room, you move to make your way down the stairs when a bright pink catches the corner of your eye. Moving towards it, you find that your mother’s dress the traveling merchant had allowed me to take is as good as it was in its initial condition. You don’t know how it is at all possible, but you rush down the stairs to deliver Rumlow his suit so you can return to examine and try on the dress.

Sliding the fabric on to your body, it fits like a glove—loose where it should be and fitted at the waist. You twirl and let the fabric flow in the small breeze, laughing at the feeling.

“(Y/N)!” you hear Rumlow’s harsh voice shout before he slams your door open. “I’ve been calling you. There’s a—What is this?” he asks, examining you in your mother’s dress.

“I-I found this in my mother’s possessions,” you say, slowly retreating into yourself. “I simply wished to try it on.”

“No,” he says sternly, tearing at the lace sleeve before yanking at the skirt, completely ruining the dress. You do your best to hold back tears, and you feel as if you will drown in them.

“I know what you were planning on,” he says. “You were going to go to the ball and ruin my family’s reputation. After all I do for you . . . I give you a roof over your head! And you choose to disobey me!” he shouts. “You are not to go to that ball—not that you could now.” Rumlow chuckles sinisterly before he leaves. “Oh, and make sure all the floors are spotless by the time I get home.”

Slamming the door just as hard as he did when he entered, you break down in tears, violent sobs shaking your body. You rush down stairs, running aimlessly to get away from the source of pain. You rush into the garden and hold on to the rock wall to steady yourself.

“(Y/N)?” you hear an awfully familiar voice call through your tears.

“Wanda,” you sniffle, doing the best you can to wipe the tears from your eyes. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your way to the castle?”

“I am, but, we have to take care of you first,” she smiles.

“It’d be time waisted. I don’t know why I ever thought I could make it to the ball. Rumlow forbade it and gave me work to do to ensure I can’t go. Besides, even if I did choose to go, my dress is torn to shreds. I can’t wear this to a ball.”

“I know you can’t,” she says with a small smirk. “How do you feel about a blue dress instead of a pink one?”

“Wait, Wanda, how did you even know—,” you start, but are quickly stoped when a red mist sprouts from her finger and dances towards you. The mist twirls up the circumference of the dress, changing the limp pink fabric of it to a beautiful and voluminous skirt with a fitted bodice and off the shoulder sleeves.

“Wanda . . .” you repeat, this time meeting her smiling face with one of shock and awe. “Are you . . . a fairy godmother?”

“In training,” she smiles. “Now, we have to deal with the matter of shoes. I know you like flats, but it would kill the look. I’m thinking—and I know it’s crazy—but how do you feel about glass slippers?”

You just stare at her and look at her in disbelief.

“Hello, earth to (Y/N),” Wanda waves.

“I’m thankful, but, if you’re a fairy godmother, why didn’t you help me sooner?” you ask, your voice small and broken. “You know how badly the Rumlow’s treat me.”

“I know, and I truly am sorry,” she says, moving forward to hold your hands. “I had to bide my time. This—tonight—is the right time. Please, have faith in me.”

“Okay,” you say, exhaling long and slow. “Now, you said something about glass slippers?”

Wanda smiles big and squeals in excitement. “I know they sound uncomfortable, but I can make them be like you are dancing on a cloud.”

“Go to town, Wanda,” you laugh, lifting up the heavy skirt of the dress so she can transform your shoes.

“Ugh, I’m so good at that,” she says, admiring her own work.

“Wow, they’re really comfortable,” you say.

“Told ya,” she smiles. “Now, your carriage is at the front of the house. The magic makes you unrecognizable, so the Rumlow’s won’t notice you if they see you. Go. Have fun. Enjoy a night off.”

You embrace Wanda in a tight hug. “Thank you.”

“Oh, (Y/N), wait!” Wanda calls. “I forgot! Since I’m still in training, this is all temporary. The magic wears off at midnight.”

“Midnight is more than enough time,” you smile. “Wanda, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Now, go!”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers 

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday weekend and she travels back home with Erik, while Bucky has to stay in Wakanda.

Word Count: 1207

Read Part 2 here

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts.  This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

Joy. Pure joy was the only way you could explain how you felt right at this moment. You were preparing for your trip back to New York for your birthday party, when Bucky called you to stop by his hut before you left. Now you were standing in front of Bucky and a group of village children singing ‘Happy birthday’ to you in Wakandan. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, even if Bucky was singing off key.

Once the last note was finished, you gave a crappy round of applause since your arms were overflowing with vibrant purple African daisies. Some of the village kids ran over to give you a hug, while Bucky stood back with a twinkle in his pale blue eyes. As the kids made their way back home, you noticed Kamal, a young boy who reminded you of one of your nephews, was struggling holding a box.

You squatted down to Kamal to reach his eye level and pointed towards the box, “Is that for me?”

Kamal was a shy little boy, so all he could do was shake his head yes with making little eye contact.

“Bucky, can you hold my flowers while I open my gift from Kamal?”

“Sure, doll,” you stood up so Bucky could carefully hold your flowers.

You sat down on a nearby rock and grabbed the gift that Kamal offered to you. Thinking out loud and giving a smile towards the boy, “Oh, I wonder what it can be?” Kamal didn’t say anything, but he did offer you a shy secretive smile. You began unwrapping the box and was filled with surprise. In the box were five different blazers with different colors and patterns, but they were all in an African print.

With tears in your eyes, you hugged Kamal, “Kamal, these are beautiful!”

“My mother is a ummm – how do you say it in English, they make clothes,” Kamal was learning English very quickly, but he struggled with some words.

“A seamstress?”

“Yes! A seamstress. I told my mother that you did so much work for the outreach program and for Stark Industries and Prince N’Jadaka said that you were a ‘boss’, so we thought you would like boss clothes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Kamal’s use of American slang, it sounded so foreign on his smooth accent. Grabbing his hands, “I don’t like them, I love them! This has to be the best present ever! Thank you and tell your mother I said thanks as well.” Kamal gave you a hug and one last happy birthday, before he turned and ran back home.

Now it was just you and Bucky, which didn’t happen often since you gotten busy lately travelling between Wakanda and New York. “You know I can hold those now,” you suggested as pointing towards your flowers. However, Bucky’s face told you to never suggest that again. In fact, he took your box of blazers and put them under his arm that was holding the flowers, just so he can hold your hand.

For a few minutes, the two of you strolled in comfortable silence as the sunset met the river. You were the one to break the silence, “You can come with me. I’m sure Shuri can whip up those things that disguise your face better than S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Bucky stopped your advance, “Y/N, I would love to go, but its too risky. I’m pretty sure Tony still hates me, and I don’t want to meet your friends and family under false pretenses. When I go back home, I want to go back as me and not as a wanted international criminal. Understand?”

You pouted, “Party pooper. But I’m not bringing you any food back and almost everyone in my family can throw down.”

Bucky put a hand over his heart in fake offense, “Ouch, doll, that hurt. You’re really gonna do me like that?”

Popping your ‘p’ and putting your hands on your hips, you responded, “Yep.”

Bucky grabbed ahold of your hand once again and leaned his forehead against yours, “How long are you going to be gone,” he asked gently.

You cupped his cheek, “A week or two. Depends on how much work Uncle Tony wants me to do at the company.”

“I’ll miss you,” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I’ll miss you too.”

The both of leaned closer to each other with only a hair away from each other’s lips, when someone loudly and annoyingly had to clear their throat. That someone had to be Erik Stevens. This nigga. Rolling your eyes, you turned toward your intruder, “Yes, Erik?”

“It’s time to go, princess. Your Uncle James and colonizer Uncle Tony been calling non-stop asking when we leaving.”

“First, stop calling me princess. Second, don’t call Tony a colonizer.”

Erik just smirked at you, “Well, I ain’t gonna stop calling him a colonizer. And you might as well get use to being call princess, because you gonna be my wife one day.”

Even though Erik got on your everlasting nerve, you couldn’t help but feel a bit warm at that comment, but you couldn’t show it to him. “Whatever, nigga. That’s not happening. Let me say bye to Bucky and then we can be on our way.”

You turned your attention back to Bucky, who was currently in a death staring match with Erik. Snapping your fingers in front of his face was the only way to get his attention. Finally looking back down at you, Bucky asked, “Is he going with you?”

“Yes, he’s coming. He’s someone I care about just like you.”

Bucky looked a little defeated, but he seems to brush it off. He gave you your flowers and present back, “Be safe and have fun, and text me when you arrive.”

“Aye, aye, Sergeant,” you gave Bucky a mock salute and he just chuckled and gave a quick kiss to the cheek before he left.

Erik took your belongings out of your hands and pulled you towards the palace, “Baby girl, let’s go. I don’t know why you still talking to that colonizer.”

Shaking your head, you began to match Erik’s pace, “I don’t know why you two can’t get along. If you two actually spoke to each other, you might find out you have some things in common.”

Erik abruptly stopped walking and you ran into the brick of a wall, he called a back. “The only things we have in common is that we were both in the military and we want you. But if you want to know the real reason I can’t stand him is, it ain’t because he’s white, but because he’s trying to take what’s mine.”

“And what’s that?”

Erik stared down at you and declared. “You.”

“I’m not yours, Erik. I never was.”

Your comment didn’t phase Erik one bit as he continued walking. “Mmhmm. That’s not what you were saying a couple months back. But imma drop it, because I don’t wanna argue with you on your birthday weekend, but best believe we gon’ revisit this later.” You sent a silent prayer thanking God for Erik showing some restraint, because Lord knows he could get petty on that long ass flight to NYC.

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heart of Steel - IV

Description: Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N?

Pairing: Medieval AU -Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 3,285

Warning: If you’re a history buff, probably don’t read this because the historical inaccuracies will most likely drive you crazy. 😅

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The castle was in an absolute frenzy as servants prepared for the ball.

Usually it was the princess’ responsibility to arrange and plan such affairs. But Y/N just couldn’t bring herself to care. Maybe if the ball wasn’t all for her, she’d be able to swallow her pride and play her part.

She managed to convince Tony to take a ride with her. It was only after Bruce told him it would be good for her that he finally agreed.

Now it was the two of them, along with a small army of guardsmen. Bucky, Sir James Rupert, Sir Clinton, Sir Samuel, Peter, and Sir Harold trailed behind the royal siblings. They pretended to give them some semblance of privacy.

“I think this is the longest time we have gone without speaking, sister.” Tony teased, but there was worry in his eyes.

“Hmm?” She hummed. “I apologize, Tony. I am just trying to breathe the fresh air.”

“You know, whenever you out here, you act as if you have not seen the sun in years. You breathe the air as if you will never get a another chance.” Tony’s tone was humble, yet serious.

“Do you ever wish you were born a commoner, Tony?” Y/N asked before she could stop herself.

“I think it would be unwise for me to answer that question.”

Y/N laughed lightly, “You have always been better at playing the game than I, dear brother. Sometimes I envy you for it.”

“If your wish were granted, if you were but a mere commoner… what would you possibly do with yourself?” Tony asked.

Y/N smiled at the thought. “I would explore, never stay in one place, see as much of the world as possible. Learn as much as I possibly could and share my new knowledge with whoever wished to hear it. I would seek out the most famed philosophers and painters and poets, and I would ask to hear their stories.”

Bucky smirked as he overheard Y/N share her dream.

“Why can you not fulfill all of these wishes as a princess?” Tony challenged.

“You forget I was not born a man, Anthony. I am not a prince, like you. I cannot go exploring for months on end. I cannot leave my kingdom whenever I wish. It will be even less so when I am married. I will have to look after a castle and a husband... and someday children. My life will be only be an extension of my husband’s. My work will be only that which serves my new King.”

Tony frowned and looked away, knowing not a word she spoke was a lie. He was not one for serious talks such as this. Prince Anthony was known as a rebellious and charming man. His wit and cleverness were just as renowned as his title.

Now he could not give words to lift his sister’s spirits. So Tony did what he did best.

“Are we done feeling sorry for ourselves now, princess?”

Y/N smiled and giggled at her brother’s lack of sensitivity.

An hour or so later, Tony received message that his fiancé Virginia had arrived to the castle. She was visiting for the ball, but their wedding was only months away.

He looked torn on leaving his sister. Who knew how many more rides like this they would share?

“Go!” Y/N urged him. “You look like you have been struck by cupid’s arrow. I will not keep you from your beloved, brother.”

Tony smiled at her teasing. Then his eyes shifted to Bucky.

“You watch over her for me.” He warned the knight evenly.

“Always, Your Highness.” Bucky bowed his head.

Tony took most of the guards with him, leaving Y/N with only Bucky and Peter. The castle was in sight and they were in the safety of the royal grounds. Y/N didn’t need more escorts.

Y/N leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she absorbed the sunshine.

“I think I wish to walk from here,” she announced.

Moon whined as soon as Y/N dismounted. But he nuzzled his shoulder as she started leading him into a walk.

Peter waited for Bucky to follow before getting off his own horse.

“So, when is our next lesson?” Y/N asked Bucky with a grin.

He narrowed his gaze. “When the entire castle is not swarming with servants and visiting royals.”

Y/N humphed in a pout, but knew he was right. There was no way they could sneak around with all the new company.

“Why do you wish to learn how to wield a sword anyhow, Your Highness?” The young squire asked curiously.

“Peter!” Bucky scolded. “You must learn to hold that tongue of yours.”

Y/N chuckled at her knight’s harsh tone. It invoked fear in just about everyone but her.

“It is quite alright, Sir James. He means no harm.” She calmed him. Then the princess turned her attention to the young boy. “Peter, did your mother or father ever tell you not do something when you were a child?”

Peter nodded.

“And did it only make you wish to do it even more?” Y/N continued.

Peter nodded again.

“Well, that is part of it.” Y/N sighed.

“And the other part?” Peter asked.

Y/N frowned at the question. “Have you ever felt powerless, Peter? Ever felt so incapable that you began to feel weak?”

Peter wanted to nod, but the gravity of his princess’ words chilled him.

Y/N stopped walking Moon so she could face the boy head on. “I do not wish to feel weak any longer.”

Peter swallowed thickly from being addressed by the princess so directly. He managed to nod his head and then look away from her intense stare.

Y/N then continued walking forward.

Bucky lingered for a moment to glare at his squire. Then he smacked him on the back of the head when Y/N was far enough away not to notice.

“What?” Peter gasp.

But Bucky just shook his head in disappointment and marched forward.

————

Y/N had made a point not to venture out of her wing when all the the guests had arrived. Every spare room was filled with nobles or royals. She had no intention of socializing with them any more than she already had to.

But as she got ready for the ball (or rather as her team of servants and seamstresses dressed her up as if she were a giant doll) Y/N slightly regretted it.

Her heart was racing from the anxiety and pressure. She knew the people touching and fidgeting with her could feel it. But they would never dare say anything.

Only Wanda watched her with a sympathetic look and tried to give her a reassuring smile. It was moments like these that made Y/N wish she could switch places with her.

Then they were practically shoving her out the door. The party had already started and the King and Queen had specifically requested that the princess come later. 

Y/N had rolled her eyes at their dramatics, knowing they wanted her to make a big entrance. It was just more pressure on her.

Wanda held the door open for Y/N. Bucky and Sir Samuel were waiting patiently for her exit. 

After the incident with Prince Brock and the castle being filled with foreigners, Y/N’s guardsman had been ordered by the King to keep an even more watchful eye on the princess.

“Sir James, Sir Samuel,” Wanda greeted with the bow of her head. She didn’t miss the way Bucky held his breath at the sight of Y/N.

“You shall be the most beautiful woman at the ball, Your Highness.” Sam said with a bow of his head and confident smirk.

The teasing gave Y/N a small relief and she smiled a little. “Thank you, Sir Samuel. But you have not seen the guests of the ball, so your compliments are premature.”

“Oh, I do not need to see the others to know,” Sam corrected with a wink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good. She doubted she would have another on this dreadful night.

Her eyes fluttered over to Bucky, half expecting him to compliment her, as well.

But he remained silent. Y/N sighed and lifted her skirts, “Shall we?”

Sam nodded, and Bucky started walking without saying anything.

As soon as they arrived at the great hall, Y/N’s breathing became shallow. She was so lost in her own head that she missed Bucky watching her with great concern.

When the herald spotted the princess, he sent a servant to quiet down the music. 

Suddenly the trumpet group started playing the royal fanfare. All of the guests inside were shushing and quieting down in anticipation.

Y/N took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and rapid heartbeat.  

Sam gave Bucky a warning look when he saw the man shifting back and forth, physically in pain from not being able to give Y/N some sort of comfort.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N of Zamora.” The herald called out. 

Sam and Bucky flanked either side of her, just a step behind, as Y/N slowly walked forward. Her head was held high and all signs of anxiety and nervousness were utterly concealed. Y/N moved with a grace and confidence that was unparalleled.

Finally she made her way to her small throne beside the King and Queen. Anthony sat on the other side of their parents. As soon as she sat down, the music began playing once again and the guests resumed talking, but at a much quieter volume.

Bucky and Sam stood in the shadows just behind her throne, keeping a watchful eye out.

Y/N’s own gaze flickered around the room, taking in as much information as possible while also keep a stoic expression. She recognized old faces and saw the new too.

Almost immediately, royal families started approaching the throne and either greeting the King and Queen or introducing themselves.

To Y/N’s shock, the first were the Asgardians. 

Their kingdom rested in the hinterlands. They were isolated and distant, staying out of affairs that did not directly involve them. There were always whispers of the family practicing magic. But Y/N found it hard to believe it could ever be the dark kind with the way the eldest son, Thor, appeared. The man was a giant. But reminded Y/N more of a loving dog than the fierce lion she heard about. He had kind eyes and a warm smile.

His older sister and younger brother hardly even looked related to him. Icy eyes and greasy black hair. If anyone practiced dark magic, it was them.

“Princess Y/N, it is truly an honor to make your acquaintance,” Thor greeted with a deep bow.

“We do not see much of the Asgardians, Prince Thor,” Y/N greeted. “I am honored you made the long and tiresome journey for Zamora.”

“Not for Zamora,” he corrected, “for you, Princess Y/N.” Prince Thor said with a charming smile.

Y/N smirked at his charm. It was entertaining… for now.

King Henry shared a look with Thor’s father. “We shall speak more privately later in the evening, King Odin.”

Just like that, the responsibilities of the night were brought back to the forefront of Y/N’s mind.

Y/N forced herself to sit up even straighter. “You will save me a dance, Prince Thor?”

Her forwardness and charm caught Thor off guard, but he quickly bowed his head in agreement and walked slowly away with his family. But not before looking over his shoulder to catch another glimpse of Y/N.

The only other family that had made a longer journey than the Asgardians was the Wakandans. It must’ve taken them at least a week to arrive Zamora.

Y/N was immediately fascinated with them. King T’Challa was surrounded by female knights, not a male in sight. However, Y/N feared them more than any man in the great hall.

“They are called the Dora Milaje.” Sam whispered into Y/N’s ear before they approached. “They are the world’s fiercest warriors and the king’s most loyal companions.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up at the information. All of the women’s head were shaven and they wore bright red armor, which was unlike the dull greys and blacks Y/N was accustomed to. 

However, Princess Shuri, dowager Queen Ramonda, and King T’Challa were dressed head to toe in black. It was another peculiarity for Y/N, since the royals she knew illustrated their wealth with bright colors and expensive jewelry. T’Challa bowed his head. There was a quiet confidence to him that Y/N respected. Somehow she already knew he was wise beyond his years.

“King T’Challa you have made such a journey to a land so foreign from your own,” Y/N greeted him. “I fear we will only disappoint.”

T’Challa smirked at her modesty, “Nonsense, Princess Y/N. Your beauty is worthy of a journey three times longer than our own.”

“No need to flatter me, King T’Challa. Your mere presence is an honor in its own.” Then her eyes flickered to the Dora Milaje that stood behind him. “I know so little of your kingdom, I hope you will appease me and open my mind to the mysteries of Wakanda.” Y/N answered with a radiant curiosity in her eyes. It was one of the few things she would say tonight that was genuine.

T’Challa nodded with a smile of his own. “It would be my pleasure, Princess Y/N.”

After they moved away, Y/N’s mother gave her a reassuring smile, proud of her daughter’s grace and manners. But Y/N hadn’t surprised herself, she knew how to play her part in all this.

The pattern continued for the next hour. Y/N received royal family after royal family. Her hand was either kissed by a man or she was given hollow compliments. It grew boring, and Y/N slowly became mentally and socially exhausted. She already planned to lock herself in her wing after tonight and speak to no one for a week.

Thor gave Y/N the dance he promised. They spoke polite and buoyant conversation. Y/N didn’t mind him at all. In fact, she rather enjoyed his warm presence. But it was nearly impossibly to know if she could share a life with a man she had just met.

There were also horrible conversations. Egotistical princes and kings, who were of the same breed as Rumlow, just less threatening and evil.

After a few hours, Y/N needed a moment to herself. She gave a look to Sam and Bucky, telling them with her eyes to stop anyone from following her.

She rushed out to the gardens that were luckily undiscovered by the guests.

The cold, fresh air worked miracles. Y/N closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

Y/N knew she should’ve listened to Wanda when she tried to force her to eat beforehand. Now she had a stomach filled with wine and no supper. It did, however, make her relax quite a bit.

The princess was broken out of her alleviation when the sound of heavy footsteps were heard from behind her.

“If another prince compliments me on my beauty, I shall surely be sick.” Y/N grumbled, thinking it was Bucky, sent to lead her back to the ball.

“Well, then I will be sure to keep my distance,” a deep voice replied.

Y/N’s eyes widened when she realized it was not Bucky and did not recognize the voice. 

She quickly whipped around to find a tall, handsome man standing before her. His hair was uncommonly short, but his eyes were a blue that could rival Bucky’s.

“Please forgive me,” Y/N bowed her head. “That was very improper of me. I mistook you for my guard.” She hated losing at this game.

The man chuckled, “I quite enjoyed it actually.” There was no lie in his tone.

“But it is I who must apologize. I startled you and have now not properly introduced myself.” He stepped forward and bowed slightly. “I am King Steven of Midgard.”

Y/N curtsied, but her mind was racing with this information. The King of Midgard? It was the only kingdom bigger than her own. She could have sworn it was King Joseph who ruled. Y/N scolded herself for not being more informed.

“And you are?” He asked in return.

Y/N realized she had rudely not given her own name. But then she recognized that King Steven actually did not know who she was.

“Do you truly not know?” She asked him carefully.

“I do not. But the longer you keep it from me, the more infuriated I become with my ignorance.” Somehow it was not charm, but blatant honesty.  

Y/N was not used to blunt conversations, especially with royals. She found it oddly refreshing.

“Y/N,” She muttered in a voice that was her own and not a forced voice of a royal. She didn’t know why she left out her title.

King Steven’s eyes widened, immediately recognizing his mistake. “You are Princess Y/N of Zamora?” 

Then he looked behind them at the ball; the ball that was solely being thrown in her honor. What a fool he was.

But Y/N let out the loud laughter her mother tried to rid her of and nodded.

Steve seemed in daze from hearing her laugh.

Then he opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and closed it.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, proving that she’d caught it.

“I intended to pay you a compliment,” King Steven explained, “but then I remembered your initial grievance.”

“I have robbed you of a man’s only device for luring women. Whatever shall you do?” Y/N teased.

King Steven glared at her playfully, “I have an inclination there are far more things to worship about your character than something so obvious as your beauty.”

Y/N’s smile was wiped from her lips. Once again, his words felt like a transparency rather than a charming line.

“I apologize. I have made you uncomfortable.” He said quickly, clearly having misread her reaction.

Then Y/N took in his clothing.

For a king, he was dressed rather modestly. He chose to wear muted browns and leather, rather than the bright velvets and plush furs of most royals. However, the clothing did nothing to hide his build. 

There was a sword strapped to his waist. It wasn’t uncommon to see on a king; but it was usually more for show than purpose. Though Y/N had an inkling that King Steven knew how to use it quite well.  

“I must confess, I am not very good at this.” King Steven added. Her silence seemed to make him nervous.

“And what is that exactly, King Steven?” Y/N asked gently.

“Courting women,” he confessed. Then his eyes widened in horror. “But you are not just a woman! You are a princess. Please, forgive me. I have done nothing but make a fool of myself since being graced with your presence.”

To his shock, Y/N giggled.

“Please, you need not apologize. I find it rather endearing... if I am being truthful.”

Before the King could say anything more, they were interrupted.

“Your Highness, the King has requested your return.”

It was Bucky.

Y/N’s smile dropped at the sight of him.

Why did she feel like Bucky had caught her doing something wicked?

The guilt ate away at her.

Then King Steven turned around to address the knight.

“Bucky?” The man said in absolute astonishment.

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Part V

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Heartless - Part 7

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Summary: Bucky was deeply in love with Natasha, but she leaves him for another guy, and he doesn’t know that. After a few weeks in his room, he goes buy a coffee, and he meets you, the opposite of Natasha. He decides to date you, to prove Natasha that he moved on, what will happen when you find out?

Bucky Barnes x Reader ; Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff so much fluff, and Thor (he’s a warning too)

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You were following Thor to the beach, with tears in your eyes and a hole in your heart. You were feeling dirty, disposable, like you and your feelings didn't matter. The only reason why you agreed to go with Thor was because you wouldn’t be fine alone, you needed someone by your side, that sounded selfish, but that was exactly how you were feeling at that moment. With the stormbreaker, Thor summoned the bifrost, he didn't said anything else to you, he understood your feelings, he’s been through that, when Jane cheated on him, he knew that you needed your space.

After a few minutes, you and Thor were in Asgard. Heimdall came closer to Thor and gave him a tight hug.

“We missed you.” Heimdall expressed, patting on Thor’s shoulder.

“How’s everything around here?” Thor was still apprehensive of letting his sister rule Asgard, but she kept her promise, so far.

“Hela is a remarkable ruler, and Loki is helping her with any doubt she might have, I don’t need to intervene.” Thor was pleased with the answer, his brother and sister were getting along and Asgard was better than ever was.

“Heimdall, this is Y/N. She’s my guest here, so make sure that’s taken care of.” Heimdall smiled, he knew from the way Thor was looking at you, that you would be more than a guest.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Y/N.” You smiled and hugged him, Heimdall hugged you back. You were an affectionate person, and you needed that hug, more than you could ever admit.

“I’ll take you to your chambers.” Thor showed you the way to your room.

You were looking at everything in awe, the golden palace, the bifrost, every single detail was blowing your mind, Asgard was astonishing, you had no idea how Thor could leave all of that behind to be on Earth. You were there for less than ten minutes, and you didn't want to go back to your life. In your mind you were wondering if Bucky was looking for you, if he was relieved that you were gone, if he was with Natasha? The thought alone made your skin crawl, how could someone treat you so sweetly, having no heart? The only conclusion was that James Buchanan Barnes was heartless, but you needed to take the hate you felt towards him from your heart, or you would become like him.

Your room was beautiful, it was just like the palace, golden. You just realized that you didn't had any kind of appropriate clothes to wear on Asgard, you packed for a summer vacation, so there was mostly bikinis.

“Thor, I don’t think that I have clothes to use here.” You laughed nervously, but Thor found that absolutely adorable, you were the most gorgeous woman to him.

“I warned Heimdall about our arrival, he warned the seamstress to make a few dresses for you, I’ll take you there tomorrow.” He smiled to you, his smile was comforting, reassuring, it reminded you of the goodness in the world, Thor was an amazing person, you could see that clearly. “You should bathe, there’s a robe that you can use.” He left you alone, you entered the bathroom, everything was fit for a royal, you started to prepare a bath for you.

You took off your clothes and the warm water was soothing your aching muscles, but not your heart, your mind was torturing you, with images of Bucky and Natasha together, laughing at you, your relationship with Bucky was a joke and you were the punch line. But you needed to forget about Bucky, he didn't deserve any tears from you. You got out of the bathtub, and you put a red silky robe, it felt amazing against your skin.

You reminded yourself that you didn't thanked Thor for everything he did for you, so you decided to look for him, to thank him for helping you in the worse moment of your life. You opened the door, and went to find Thor, but you forgot that you were in a palace and you were completely lost. After wandering around for half an hour, you found Thor, he was admiring the stars on a balcony, he seemed at peace.

“Thor?” You cleared your throat to have his attention, his gaze fell on your body, but he quickly looked in your eyes with a frown on his face.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you alright?” He put his hands on your arms, in that moment your breath was caught on your throat, his touch was lighting a fire inside you, but at the same time it was comforting.

‘I’m better now, thanks to you Thor.” You smiled, it was true. You had no idea how you were going to handle this situation without him.

“It’s the least that I could do, you were nothing but kind to me, and you were the only to notice when something was wrong with me, you deserve this and so much more.” His thick accent, and deep voice were soothing to you, Thor caressed your cheeks, and you leaned in into the touch.

You realized that the only thing that was keeping you afloat was Thor, he was your rock in that moment, you wanted to thank him, but you didn't know how.

“Can I hug you?” You blurred out, and Thor nodded with a huge and genuine smile on his face.

You hugged him, and you let out all of your emotions on that hug, you felt safe on Thor’s arms. Thor was beaming inside, he wanted to keep you close to him, ever since he meet you, he could see that you were too good for Bucky. He was happy enough to see you happy in the arms of another man, but that man wasn’t even worth your time, and Thor was more than happy to be there for you, to help you fix your broken heart.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, Thor was looking at your lips, how much he wanted to claim them, to claim you as his, but he couldn’t, he would never take advantage of you in such a fragile state that you were, he would hate himself for doing something that you would regret.

“Thank you, Thor.” You whispered, if he kissed you, you wouldn’t stop him, quite the opposite.

“Good night, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead, and left you.

You went back to your room, thinking about Thor and his touch that was still lingering on your body. You slept peacefully in the silk sheets, it was one of the best nights you ever had. You remembered that Thor was coming to take you to the seamstress, so you put on an outfit that you had, a short and a white shirt. Thor knocked on your door, you opened up and you saw him smiling, his smile gave you butterflies in your stomach.

“Are you ready?” You nodded, and followed him.  

When you entered the room, it was filled with amazing fabric everywhere. You heard a noise, and a woman appeared, she had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, she was beautiful, she seemed more mature, you had no idea how old she was, but you knew that Asgardians lived longer.

“Y/N, this is Astrid, the royal seamstress.” Thor introduced you, and she smiled, at the same time she was looking at your body.

“I have one dress ready for you.” You followed her, and the dress was breathtaking.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, touching the dress.

“Put it on, and you’ll come back tomorrow to wear the other ones.” She smiled, while you frowned.

“How many of these are you going to make?” You asked, clearly puzzled.

“Prince Thor said that as many as I could, but don’t worry about this, go put on the dress.” She encouraged you, and you changed.

When Thor saw you with that dress, it was like his whole world stopped, you looked absolutely gorgeous, he never met anyone other woman with half of your beauty. The dress was perfect with your skin tone, and Thor was loss of words, the only thing he could do was admire your beauty.

“Let’s go, I want you to meet my family.” Thor took your hand on his, and guided you to the Great Hall, there was Hela, Loki, Skurge and Brunnhilde, they were laughing and drinking.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’s from Midgard and she’s staying here for some time.” You smiled at you, reasurely.

Everyone got up from the table and went to greet you, Brunnhilde was the first.

“It’s nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m Brunnhilde.” You smiled, and she hugged, after that she left the Great Hall.

“I’m Loki, the god of mischief, it’s a pleasure.” Loki kissed your hand, making you giggle.

Hela didn't came to you at first, she talked to Thor.

“Brother, now I see why you’re on Midgard so much.” Hela smirked, and Thor shook his head.

“No, she’s not reason why I’m there.” Hela smirked at her brother’s nervousness, she looked at you, Skurge was introducing himself to you.

“I’m Hela.” She simply said, you noticed a choker on her, it was black with a small ruby, it was simple but beautiful.

“I’m Y/N, it’s an honor to meet Thor’s sister.” You took her by surprise when you hugged her, Hela was expecting fear from you, not a hug. Hela could feel that you were genuine, and she instatenely warmed up to you.

“Well, there’s some business I must attend, but I’ll see you later.” Hela smiled, and left you and Thor alone.

You and Thor started to have breakfast together, the conversation and light, there wasn’t a uncomfortable silence between the two of you, it was meant meant to be, you and him.

After a week in Asgard, you knew the palace very well, you became quite close with Hela. She was a great friend to you, and everybody was surprised to see Hela warming up to someone so quickly, you were now talking to Hela in the throne room, who knew that Hela could be quite funny?

“What about you and my brother?” Hela asked, with a smirk plastered on her face, you instantly got shy.

“There’s nothing between me and your brother.” You replied, trying to hide the smile on your face every time you heard Thor’s name.

“Of course not.” Hela replied, and she didn't pushed you in the matter, she knew that you and Thor were very similar, none of you would actually take the first step.

Skurge entered the throne room, you saw that he was wearing the choker that Hela was using when you first met her.

“Hela, we need you to talk about security.” Skurge explained, and left you and Hela alone again.

“Hela, can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You were a little scared if Hela was going to be offended by your question.

“Of course.” She smiled, you took a deep breath.

“This choker that Skurge was wearing, I saw you wearing it too. Does it mean something?” Hela laughed, and you were confused.

“You are truly innocent.” She laughed again. “It means that whoever wears this choker is the submissive that day, me and Skurge are very dominant people, that was our way to both of us have the control.” You nodded, taking in her information, it was interesting, to say the least.

“Well, I need to go. But I’ll see you at dinner.” Hela left you, and you went to the library, it was a good place to be alone, reading a good book.

You went there, and started to read a book about Asgard, you wanted to know more about the culture of the place. You didn't saw time pass, when you heard Thor coming in, he was looking for you for hours.

“How are you?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

“I’m great, what time is it?” You got up and put the book on the shelf.

“It’s night, do you want to walk with me?” You nodded and both of you left the library.

It was a comfortable silence between the two of you, Thor was smiling at you.

“Thor, I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for me.” He smiled, Thor loved the fact that you were so grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Thor put a stray of hair behind your ear, his touch sends shivers down your spine, you looked at him, but it was different from the other times.

“Kiss me, Thor.” You whispered, and he didn't needed to be told twice.

Thor kissed you, it was gentle, loving, passionate, he put his heart on the kiss, and you did the same Reluctantly, he stopped the kiss, and he put his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you, my sweet Y/N.” He whispered, you could see the hurt on his face.

“Thor, I want this, I want you, I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire life.” Thor put your legs around his waist and guided you to his bedroom, he was going to make you feel loved, every inch of your body.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” His tone was more of a question, you nodded your head, and he kissed you again.

“So soft.” He mumbled on your skin, his kisses were lighting a fire within you.

Thor made love to you, it was slow, sweet, and everything you could ever ask for, Thor was perfect, you could see that from the way he treated you, he was different.

Rays of sunshine was peeking through the windows, and you woke up, Thor was cuddling with you, his arm was protectively around your waist, your legs were tangled together, it was everything you could ever ask for, thoughts about the night before invaded your thoughts, how Thor was holding your hand, how his thrusts were slow and filled with care, how much he healed your broken heart.

“Don’t hurt him, please.” You heard Loki’s voice, startling you.

“What you’re doing here?” It was one of Loki’s illusion, you could tell.

“I hurt him many times, but he won’t handle having his heart broken by you.” With that he was gone, you looked at Thor, he was still sleeping.

How could you ever hurt the one person that made you feel whole again?

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[kjs-s]

Royal switch Part1/3

Pairing Sam Wilson x reader

Royal AU

Part 1,2, 3

Summary: Sam is pretending to be the prince to get him out of a meeting when he meets the reader visiting the palace

Prompt   “You’re the one I’ve been looking for.” - Prince Eric “The Little Mermaid.” Used in the last part

Word Count: 1003

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry for  @buckyofthemyscira‘s 1k challenge. I hope you will all like it. Thanks for reading it.  Characters I included in this are in this Rhodey, T’Challa, Shuri and their mothers

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The royal family and the council had spent the entire week preparing for today’s events. It was only a month after the coronation of Prince James and now they were expecting his first official royal visit. His country was always allying with Wakanda and they hoped that King T’Challa would appreciate everyone’s efforts.

‘’I will go at the investment festival to check with Tony and then I will come back in time for the king’s visit. I will make it mother, do not worry.’’ James went over his notes on Wakandan technology. His father highlighted how important knowing the guests' culture and history was, before hosting them.  

‘’I don’t worry James dear. I am sure Tony wants his best friend there for him. However, the royal visit is equally important. Both your father and I will be here to greet the king. We even had Sam memorize all the history to impress our guests.’’ The queen urged him. Sam was a member of the council and the royal guard.

‘’Mother, do I have to wear just my uniform or the crown too?’’ James thought about changing right away to save some time.

‘’ The entire uniform James. Your father used to choose the crown that used to cover half his face but you can wear anything you want.’’

Two hours later the visitors arrived at the palace just as James was about to leave for the festival. His eyes went wide and his heart started beating fast when his mother introduced herself to King T’Challa, his mother and sister.

‘’It’s an honor to see you again your Majesty. I hope you will find our country as hospitable as in your first visits years ago. Queen mother Ramonda it’s good to see you again.’’ Roberta welcomed them while looking for her son.

‘’Likewise, Queen Roberta. This is my daughter Shuri, please excuse her silence. She noticed a banner about a technology festival and she is thinking about it since then.’’

‘’Yes, would it be rude to leave and check it out?’’ She already knew her mother's answer so she didn’t press the matter.

‘’Sorry I’m late, I’m Prince James. Thank you for coming to our country and I hope we can have a nice day.’’

When they sat down to have lunch, Sam Wilson, the royal guard and councilman joined them. He immediately saw that James was slightly agitated.

‘’Rhodey everything ok? Your father told me that you agreed to help Tony today. You must be upset you can’t go.’’ He looked at his friend sympathetically and served himself the traditional dishes of both countries.

After lunch, James excused himself to change and wear his crown during the performance of a local dance company. He asked Sam to help him because the royal seamstress had fallen ill and he wasn’t aware they had acquired a replacement.

‘’I can’t understand why you need my assistance. The crown is right there. Also, doesn’t it seem a bit pretentious to wear it during the performance?’’ Sam questioned as he took the crown.

‘’Not at all since I won’t be wearing it. Put it down we need to change first.’’ Sam was hesitant to follow the prince’s order. ‘’Don’t look at me like that Sam I need to go at the festival. So, you just need to sit there and don’t talk to my mom. It will be dark in the room so nobody will notice.’’ He said all that while they were changing their clothes.  

James left the room and Sam struggled a little with the jacket so he stayed back. When James stepped outside, Sam could hear him talking to princess Shuri.  

‘’Princess, are you looking for something?’’ He was worried he got caught.

‘’No, I am just looking around the palace.’’ She seemed as nervous as Rhodey but she failed to notice their mirrored expressions.

‘’You can tell me the truth. I heard you are a genius with technology and you probably want to check out the festival.’’

‘’Yes, please don’t tell on me. Your mother warned us about the performance requiring the lights to be out in the room, so I thought I could sneak out unnoticed.’’

‘’My thoughts exactly. I asked my councilman to pretend to be me. Let’s go together but we have to be back within ninety minutes.’’  

‘’Your Highness, do you need anything?’’ Sam still in the room heard a melodic voice behind him.

‘’No, thank you, I can manage to wear the crown. Who are you?’’ He stared at you not being able to hide his smile as he was admiring your face.  

‘’I’m (Y/N), my mother is a seamstress in the town and she was called to replace yours. I am here just in case an accident happens to your uniform during the visit of the Wakandan royal family. But you don’t need to know that, I am keeping you from your duties.’’ You apologized to him.

‘’It’s fine. Will you and your mother return home afterward? I can walk you two home.’’  

‘’My mother already left but if I’m not interfering with the royal visit r bothering you.’’ You looked down and played with your hands. It was the first time you were in the palace and you had no idea the man in front of you wasn’t a royal.  

‘’Not at all, it will be my genuine pleasure.’’

The rest of the visit went great. James and Shuri made it back in the nick of time and only queen Roberta figured out the switch. She was too smart to be fooled by Sam posing as her son.

Sam walked you home as promised and you talked about your lives. He still pretended to be a prince being afraid of how you would react to his lie. He knew he would need to come clean, considering the real prince would be having a ball to choose his future wife. James wanted to invite everyone in the town so Sam had to talk to you before that night.

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[solign0501]

You Were Maid For This

Part 9

Pairing:AU Bucky (Royal) x Reader (Peasant)

Summary: Prince Bucky has everything life could offer at his command, except somebody to share it with. The Reader’s mother works in the castle and manages to get you a job there, working for the spoilt prince. What happens when he discovers the only thing he ever really wanted is so close, but so out of reach?

A/N - sorry for the long break - hopefully this starts to make up for it!

It had been two days since your confrontation with the Prince and you had thrown yourself into work, helping tend the meagre livestock your family could afford to keep, freeing your brother and father to work in the fields. 

Your mother had come home on that first day and had asked you what had happened and, although you promised her it was nothing, you hear the hushed voices of your parents late into the night running through what had passed between you and your former employer in their very kitchen. 

The anger had subsided pretty quickly, only to be replaced by a nagging sense of guilt. Sure, he had been a jerk, but you had called him a monster. You knew what he had been through and deep down you regretted your words, but it was too late to take them back. You felt yourself wondering if he had read the last book you had left him, then wondering how on earth you would get it back. It would probably be best to get a message to Fitz via your mother, though there was a small part of you that wanted to go back and get it yourself, mainly just to see him one more time. To see his reaction for yourself, to know what he thought of the story you held most dear. 

“No,” you commanded yourself, startling the chickens you were feeding, causing them to strut away with a chorus of disgruntled clucks. “This is not a fairy tale, he’s not a perfect Prince, he’s just the Beast and nothing more.”

“You know talking to yourself is a sign of madness, right?” You spun round at the familiar voice and let out a squeal of delight as you saw both Daisy and Mack leaning against the gateposts that led to your parent’s yard. 

“What are you guys doing here?” you yelled, dropping the feed bucket and running towards them. Mack caught you and enveloped you in a tight hug before surrendering you to Daisy, who likewise embraced you. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Fitz told us what happened,” Mack said, shaking his head. “He said you were pretty mad. Apparently the Prince was furious when he came back, locked himself in his room and hasn’t been seen since.” You ignored the now familiar twinge in your chest at his words. It was his doing, not yours and you told them as much.

“Yeah, well... he is the one who decided to make fun of me so he’ll find no sympathy here.” You paused as you saw them both looking anywhere but at you, appearing sheepish. “Guys, what is it? What did I say?”

Mack cleared his throat and looked at Daisy, who jerked her head in your direction. “Oh hell no,” he said. “I’m not gonna be the one to say it!”

“Say what?” you asked, becoming frustrated. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on!” Daisy sighed.

“Look, you don’t have to feel bad,” she said as she pulled a piece of parchment from the folds of her guard cloak and handing it to you. “He did go about it all wrong and I know how it looked, but...”

Your mind went blank as you read the words before you, her voice becoming a drone in the background like the bees that hummed in the balmy air. 

His Serene Majesty King Steven, first of his name, Protector of the Realm, Highest Avenger, Victor of the Battle of Tesseract and Servant of the People requests your presence at a the Palace for a great feast to celebrate the birth of Prince James this coming Friday. All subjects of the realm are welcome, irrespective of birth or rank, by decree of the Prince. Suitable attire will be provided by the seamstresses of the Royal Wardrobe by all wishing to attend. 

“He, he wasn’t lying,” you whispered as you read the invitation for the hundredth time. You looked up at Mack and Daisy who shook their heads. “It wasn’t a joke?”

“No, it wasn’t a joke,” Daisy confirmed. “He just told you before he told everybody else. Not the smartest move, but he meant well.”

“His heart was in the right place, but his brain was ten paces behind,” you said automatically, recalling something your mother’s father used to say about your brother before he passed away. 

“Pretty much, yeah,” Mack said, chuckling. 

“Look,” Daisy said, reaching out and taking your hand, “I get that you two argued, but doesn’t this make up for it?”

“It does on his part,” you said, sighing as you handed back the invitation, “but not on mine. I said some things I shouldn’t have said and they were pretty unforgiveable. I doubt he’d want me there, even if I had a mind to go - which I don’t.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Mack pleaded, “don’t be stubborn.” You shrugged.

“Sorry guys, I appreciate you coming out here, I really do, but it won’t change my mind. Please return the invitation to Ms Potts, with my decline.” You turned to walk away but remembered something. “Oh and guys?” They both looked up hopefully at you for a moment. “Can someone please get my book back off the Prince, it’s important to me.” With that you walked away into the house. 

“Well, we tried,” Daisy said, shaking her head. 

“She’s as stubborn as he is,” Mack observed. “Why didn’t he come again?”

“Because we know her better and she was less likely to yell at us, I think?” Daisy shrugged. It had been a surprise when the Prince had summoned them to him that morning and presented them with the invitation for Y/N. He had asked them actually quite nicely to do this for him and when they asked why he needed their help, he had simply smiled and said, “I need my clock and candlestick.” They hadn’t bothered to question this, rumour had it that whatever had happened to him in the war had affected his mind somewhat. 

“Let’s go tell him the good news,” Daisy said sarcastically as she shot one look back at the house before walking away, Mack in tow. 

Bucky paced up and down his room, waiting for news. Sitting on the chair at the head of the table, watching him, Steve sighed. 

“Seriously, it you were this worried Buck, you should have gone with them,” he said as his friend strode past for the thousandth time. “At least you’d stop wearing a path in the flagstones...” Bucky stopped and glared at him. 

A timid knock at the door made them both turn round. Fitz was standing there, looking nervous, Daisy and Mack hovering behind him. Bucky raced up to them. 

“Well? What did she say? Is she coming?” Their expressions told him everything he needed to know. He cursed loudly and slammed his metal fist into the open door, splintering the wood.

“Pepper is going to kill you,” Steve said, his voice full of false humour. Bucky didn’t seem to hear him, he just paced over to the bed and flung himself down, throwing his flesh arm over his eyes. Steve got up and walked over to the three now cowering in the door way, pretending to be examining the damage as he spoke in a low voice to them.

“What did she say?” 

“Sire,” Daisy began, matching the volume of her voice to his. “She said that he probably wouldn’t want her there, even if she had a mind to go.” Bucky groaned loudly from underneath his arm. 

“Leave this to me,” Steve said, nodding to dismiss them. Daisy hovered for a moment, clearly wanting to say something else. “Yes?” Steve asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Sorry Your Majesty,” she said, glancing over to Bucky. “She asked for her book back.” Steve looked from her, to Bucky’s prone form and then to the leather-bound volume on the table. He picked it up and looked admiringly at the craftsmanship on the cover. 

“Well, I should return it to her.” Ushering the others before him, he left, closing the splintered door behind him. “Fitz,” he said to the man-servant, “tell Ms Potts about that, would you?” Fitz swallowed... hard. 

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[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

I Would Never Break my Vow

1000 fic request

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request- may i request a royal!au where you are with child and you see your Prince Bucky with another woman flirting and all and you sink into depression bc he promised you he would be loyal to you? angry & fluffy pls

Message- Here’s the first of the 10 fic recs that I am doing! It’s a royaltyAU. Sorry if it sucks!

Word Count-1073

“You cannot hide this for much longer, my Queen.” You seamstress says. “Has the King not grown suspicious of your lack of a monthly cycle?”

“He has not, he is too busy with her. But you are right he will soon notice the lack of blood in our bed. I will simply move into the courters he offered me when we first were married” You mumble.

“Many men take mistresses. Do not let this ruin you.” Your seamstress says as she pulls you into a hug.

“How can I not? He promised that he would stay faithful, always. I-I thought he was falling in love with me.” You sob. After you calm a bit you leave to find your husband.

“James.” You call and he turns and gives you a large smile.

“I thought we agreed on Bucky.” He says as he leans in to give you a kiss, but you lean back. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I just wanted to let you know that I will be staying in the Queens chambers from now on.” You say sharply.

“W-What? H-Have I done something to upset you?” Bucky stutters out.

“I just think us sharing a bed is unnecessary, it is not as though we love each other.” You snap out before quickly turning to leave the room. You leave so quickly that you don’t see the shattered expression on Bucky’s face.

***

It has been a month since you slowly started to isolate yourself, you barley left your bed and you seamstress had to basically force you to eat. You were currently sitting in the library reading because your scullery and chamber maids had kicked you out of your chambers so they could clean. You’re enjoying your book, when you feel a presence above you, so you look up and see Bucky.

“Duchess Natasha believes you are with child!” Bucky stammers out.

“Does Duchess Natasha have any other speculations about my life you wish to share?” You snap

“I-Is it true?” Bucky murmurs. You can see the pain in his eyes. He was probably hurt that he could no longer divorce you if he wished to.

“I-Is that why you moved out? Are you upset about being pregnant? I-Is it even mine?” Bucky’s last question came out as a whisper.

“Of course it is yours. Did Duchess Natasha tell you it was not? I have remained faithful in this marriage.” You snarl before getting up.

“Please, I do not understand why you are so upset. You are pregnant, this should be a happy time. A time of celebration.”  Bucky says as he follows you out through the library.

“Go celebrate with Duchess Natasha.” You snarl before slamming the door shut, leaving a shocked Bucky behind it.

***

Bucky throws a banquet to celebrate the news of your pregnancy. Your seamstress and maids gather all around you, preparing you for the night. Once they finish, you get up and leave.

“Are you not going to wait for the King?” One of your maids asks.

“No, I am sure he is busy.” You mumble, before leaving the room.

“Y/N! Y/N, stop!” Bucky yells as he runs down the hall to catch up with you. “I was just on my way to collect you.” He says as he smiles at you. Your heart flutters a bit, so you move you your head to face away from him.

“Let’s go.” You mumble and you take his arm and he leads you in. Dinner goes by quickly and you begin to mingle with the guests.

“Queen Y/N.” Duke Steve says with a bow.

“Y/N, please, Steve. After all we are allies.” You say as you grin at him.

“Allies in what? May I ask?” Steve asks.

“You do not need to pretend. I know about our spouse’s affair.” You say as you roll your eyes.

“Natasha and Bucky aren’t having an affair.” Steve whispers to you.

“Yes they are. I saw them huddling in a dark corner of the castle. Denial does not suit you Steve.” You say.

“I-Is this why you told Bucky you do not love him? It’s why you moved into the queens chambers to be it?” Steve says and you look down in same, but nod your head. “Come with me!” Steve adds before taking your arm and pulling you out of the room. As he does he motions towards where Bucky was standing with Natasha.

“No, please.” You mumble. Because you didn’t want to hear it from your husbands mouth. The way it was now, you could still deny it if you wanted to. You were full on sobbing once the doors shut behind the four of you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Bucky asks as he moves towards you. He moves to put his hands on your stomach but you flinch away.

“Y/N thinks that you two are having an affair.” Steve says and you’re trembling in fear at what your husband’s response will be.  

“What? No! We are not, I-I p-promised you that I would always be faithful. Remember?” Bucky whispers to you.

“Y/N, no I promise you, Bucky and I are not having an affair.” Natasha says.

“DO NOT LIE!” You cry. “I KNOW WHAT I SAW!” Then you start sobbing more.

“No-no! Y/N please believe me. Whatever you think you saw, didn’t happen like you think it did. Please, tell me what you think you saw, so I can explain myself.” Bucky says.

“I-I was l-looking for you to tell you about the baby and I found you and Natasha whispering to one another in the corner, then s-she kissed y-you on the cheek a-and-.” But you couldn’t continue because you were sobbing so hard.

“No, you miss understand. We were talking about you. I was asking Natasha advice on how to tell you about my feeling. I-I love you. Please, believe me.” Bucky says as he collapses in front of you, he wraps his arms around you-as much as he can with since you were now 5 months pregnant.  “I-I love you so much and since you left o-our room I’ve been hallow. Please I will swear it on any deity you choose, I promise I have and will always be faithful to you.”

“I-I love you, too.” You murmur. Bucky stands and pulls you into a kiss and you feel for the first time in months that all is right with the world.  

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[killmongerdreams]

Red Wedding

summary: You marry the love of your life. || nsfw || prince!bucky x princess!reader

warnings: smut, angst, loss of virginity, oral sex (f/r), fingering, mentions of blood, character death, language, mention of pregnancy, i think that’s it?????

author’s note: this is my submission for manu’s  (@jurassicbarnes) writing challenge with the prompt: “there’s so much blood.” also: please don’t hate me for this. ~3.4k words of hell, this is terrible i’m sorry

“I understand that this is sudden, Princess.” James is studying your face with a wary expression, lip tucked between his teeth. His hand trembles where it rests atop yours, the crest on his family ring shaking so fast you could barely see it. “We’ve only known each other for a few short months, but –“ he cuts himself off, blush coloring his cheeks as he drops his head, hair dangling in his face to shield his sudden bout of shyness.

It’s endearing, you think, to see the Prince of Iarnă in such a flustered state. He’s usually so calm, so put together. He was the confident one in your relationship, guiding you with a strong hand and unwavering composure. It made you envious sometimes, made you wish to be as strong as James was.

“Tell me.” you encourage quietly. Smiling, you entwine your fingers with his, watching the way it seems to ground him. His trembling gradually stops and he lifts his head, determination glimmering in his steely eyes. This was the man you knew – the one who wasn’t afraid to barrel head on into getting whatever he wanted.

James took a deep breath, voice firm when he said, “I want you to marry me.”

Though you were happy enough to be delirious with it, you couldn’t help but hesitate, stumbling over your words to ask him, “W-why?”

“Because I love you, of course.” The gentle smile on his face falters. “And, you are aware that I must take my father’s place on the throne soon, seeing as his health is quickly deteriorating. I must have a wife – a queen – to be by my side. I want that queen to be you, Y/N.”

“But what does your mother think about this?” you ask. “And my father?”

“I asked him this morning for his blessing, which he happily gave. And my mother is ecstatic about it. She even gifted me with this beauty.” James reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a black velvet box. It’s tiny in his hand yet it seems so daunting knowing what’s inside it. You half-expect him to slide out of his chair onto one knee as he opens it, but he doesn’t, opting to sit as he watches your reaction intently.

It’s a bit antique, but beautiful all the same. The simple silver band is lined with diamonds. It holds a giant amethyst, also lined with diamonds, in the middle. You hold your left hand out, letting him slide the ring onto the proper finger. It’s a perfect fit. You can’t help but smile.

“It was my great-grandmother’s ring.” he explains. “She passed it down to her daughter, who then passed it on to my mother. Since my mother has not any daughters, she bestowed it upon me to give to you.” he strokes over your hand, feeling the ring underneath hid thumb. “I thought it was perfect, because my house is red and yours is blue. Together, we make violet, which is the color of the stone in the middle.”

“Oh, James,” there’s tears pooling at the corners of your eyes as you look at him. He has a hopeful look on his face, eyes alight with joy as he trails his gaze from your hand to your face. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asks, grinning. “Yes, you’ll marry me?”

“Of course, I will.”

The next month was a whirlwind of preparations. You hardly laid eyes on James in that time, for he was stuck in the middle of fine-tuning details for his coronation while you were thrust into the mass of nerves that was planning a wedding. You realized there were people who could do this for you, take the task off your hands, but you wanted everything to be perfect. For both you and your husband to be.

Husband. The word made you giddy. James was going to be your husband. You were going to be his wife.

“What’s that smile for, my lady?” your seamstress, Carolina, asks. She’s making the last fitting for your dress, the one you’d be wearing in front of your husband in less than twenty-four hours from now. It was made of light blue material, the color of your house, silky and soft to the touch. Lace made up the sleeves and covered the skirt, decorated with silver detailing that gave the dress an elegant but simple flair. You hoped James would like it.

“I’m just so excited.” you sigh dreamily. “I’m going to be marrying the man of my dreams tomorrow.”

She giggles at you, tightening the ties of your corset. “Usually the women that come in here are terrified to get married. I’ve seen nerves eat a girl alive. It’s refreshing to see someone properly excited.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you spin around, laughing loudly as your skirt twirls around your ankles. “I get to marry out of love! I don’t have to be stuck with marrying a man twice my age out of political benefits that my father sought after.”

“There are political benefits to this marriage, Princess.” Carolina reminds you gently. “Iarnă and Soare will be officially allied powers after your union to Prince James – or should I say King James? Since he will be just that mere days after you are married.”

“Damn the alliance, and damn him becoming King! I care nothing about either of those things!” you tell her. “I only care about him and I being together. He could be nothing but a poor servant and I a maid, and I’d still love him with my entire heart.”

Carolina is quiet for a few moments, letting you simmer in your emotions. “What are you most looking forward to? The ceremony or your wedding night?”

At the mention of your wedding night, you grow shy, cheeks pinking as you stare at your reflection. “What?” she asks. “What’s got you all bashful?”

“I…haven’t really thought about my wedding night.” you mutter. “What was it like for you? Did it hurt? I’ve been told it hurts.”

“My husband and I were both virgins, and he’d never seen a woman’s bare legs before let alone made love to one.” Carolina rolled her eyes, nearly fond with the memory. “He didn’t know what he was doing, so yes, it hurt. Very much so. But,” she trailed off teasingly, drawing the word out. “I hear that your James is a very experienced lover.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. You’ve heard the rumors, the stories of James and his former conquests. He’s bedded a few girls, yes, but not as many as people say he has. “I wonder if he’ll be gentle with me.”

“I can assure you, Princess, your husband will treat you like a Queen.”

The wedding and festivities go by in a blur, some of the moments so quick you barely remember them. You remember walking into the Great Hall with your head held high and a stomach full of butterflies, clutching a bouquet of roses with shaking hands. You remember the smile James gave you as you stood before him, holding hands as the both of you cited your vows. You remember the kiss, your first one as husband and wife, so passionate and loving in front of your family and friends. Everything else you couldn’t be bothered to think about.

All that mattered was the fact you were in your husband’s arms, being carried across the threshold of his bedchambers. He’s gazing down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, cheeks tinged pink from the wine he had after the ceremony. He kicks the door closed with his foot, setting you down on the floor with gentle, steady hands.

“God, I love you.” James wraps his hands around your waist, tugging your body against his. You’re nervous, hands trembling where they’re laced around his neck. Giving him a timid smile, you rise on your toes to kiss him, but he stops you, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re scared.”

There’s no reason to lie so you nod, pressing your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment. You shouldn’t be scared. He’s your husband – he’s going to take care of you. He’s supposed to. “I’ve heard it hurts.” you whisper quietly. “I don’t want you to hurt me.”

James strokes your back with a strong hand, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m going to be gentle, my love.” he promises. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“I love you.” you murmur. A boyish grin comes across his face, making his blue eyes crinkle in happiness. He kisses you so suddenly that you’re breathless with it, clutching onto his shoulders to keep you upright. Your knees feel like jelly, wobbly and frail like a newborn doe. The hands at your waist travel to the backs of your thighs, gripping firmly.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

He carries you over to the enormous bed sitting in the middle of the room,  laying you down on top of the blanket. The mattress is so soft that you feel as if you’re floating. With his hips settled comfortably between your thighs, he looms over you, saccharine grin turning sharper, more intent. James kisses you once – twice – lips barely brushing against yours in a teasing haze. You chase his mouth, a needy whimper catching in your throat when he leans out of your reach. “Patience, darling.” he cautions, chuckling. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth when you pout, scraping his teeth gently along either side of it.

The gasp you reward him with makes him laugh, a low, rough sound that twists your stomach into knots. “You’re already squirming and I’ve barely touched you.” James murmurs. Heat stings at your cheeks as you turn your head away, embarrassed. He takes the opportunity to press his lips to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin. His hands stroke at your waist as he explores, sinking his teeth into the space between your neck and shoulder.

You moan, loud and unexpected into the otherwise quiet room. James clutches tighter at your body, the fabric of your dress bunched up in his fists as he tugs sharply.  Before you realize what’s happening, the flimsy thing rips straight up the middle from your hips to your ribs.

Before you can scold him, he’s kissing at the newly exposed skin. “I’ll have you a new one made.” James mutters, nipping at your stomach. “Just so I can just rip it off you again.”

His hands slip underneath you, tugging at the ties of your dress until they loosen. Blue eyes peer down at you, eyebrows raised questioningly. “May I take this off?” he asks. He grabs the torn pieces, ready to put you on display.

Despite the anxiousness eating at your mind, you nod, looking at the ceiling as he gently frees you of your clothing. You’re terrified to look at him. A warm hand cups your cheek and you sigh, timidly letting your gaze fall on the man kneeling between your legs.

James slowly takes in the skin lain before him, expression so awed it’s as if he’s staring at a goddess. A smile crosses his face, soft and warm and so, so adoring it makes you melt. “You are so beautiful.” he whispers, voice hoarse.

Hair tickles your skin as he ducks his head, brushing his mouth against your flesh. He slowly makes his way downward, pausing right below your belly button. “Stop me if you are uncomfortable.” That’s all the warning you get before he’s licking into you, running his tongue through your folds.

Your back arches so hard you’re not sure how it doesn’t break.

James holds your thighs apart as he slowly devours you, gathering the wetness pooling at your little hole. It’s filthy, the air full of slurping noises and heated moans that come from the both of you. Your hands grapple at his hair when he seals his lips around your clit, whining his name as you start to shake. He grunts when you tug, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Heat twists in your stomach and you whimper. Your hips lift off the bed, trying to squirm away from the onslaught of his mouth. It’s intense, nearly too much. James just presses you harder against the mattress, making you take everything he gives you.

“Come for me, doll.” he rasps. “Let it go.”

A few more passes of his tongue and you’re grinding down onto his face, screaming your pleasure as you come for the first time ever.  James works you through it, slowly easing the pressure as you finally relax into the sheets. He waits until you’re looking down at him to introduce his fingers, pushing one into you with the utmost care. You tense anyways, eyebrows furrowed at the foreign feeling.

“Have to open you up before you can take my cock.” he explains. He thrusts it gently, feeling how tight you were. His lips seize yours in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, forcing you to relax as he presses in another. His movements are deliberately slow, taking his time to prepare you for what’s to come. By the time he’s worked up to a third, you’re panting, hips gyrating as you soak his hand. He curls his fingers, stroking shallower, a little bit rougher as he presses upwards. The feeling that washes you is overwhelming and you reach down to grab his wrist, shaking your head.

“Too much?” he asks quietly. You hesitate a few seconds before nodding, flushing in mortification. “Hey, it’s okay. This is all about what you want.” He gives you a reassuring kiss and returns to stroking deeper. It’s not long before your stomach is in knots again, body shaking as you soak his hand.

In your orgasmic haze, you watch as he pulls away, stripping out of his clothes as quickly as possible. When his cock springs free, you gulp nervously. Apparently the rumors were true. He’s thick, long enough that you were wondering how he was going to fit it into you. His fingers felt like they were filling you to the brink; lord knows how far he was going to stretch you with his dick.

James nestles between your thighs once more, grabbing a stray pillow to fold it underneath your hips. “Do you not want me to do something for you?” you question. The head of it brushes against your cunt, making the both of you shiver. He smiles down at you, pecking your nose.

“Don’t worry about me, love.” his face grows serious as you wrap your legs around him. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

You choke back a cry when he starts to urge his hips forward. It stings, and you can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes. James freezes immediately, brushing them away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.” he bites down on his bottom lip, stricken. “We can stop.”

You shake your head, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He comes easily, nuzzling his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss. “Go slow.” you plead. “Please.”

James nods, eager to appease you in any way he could. Kissing you, he presses as slowly as he can, limbs shaking. You know it’s killing him to be this gentle with you. He bottoms out after what feels like forever, sweat sticking to his body as he pants against your lips. “You feel fucking amazing.” his voice is nothing less than a whine, and you can’t help but feel a little proud, congratulating yourself on getting him this worked up.

“Can I move, beautiful? Please, let me move.” he begs after a moment. He sighs in relief when you say yes, rolling his hips at a steady, languid place. His face is buried in your neck, busying himself with marking your skin to stifle his moans. God, he sounds like heaven, keening and groaning lowly in your ear.

The mild discomfort takes the back burner as you bask in the feeling of him looming over you, chasing after his orgasm. It doesn’t take but a handful of minutes before he stiffens, mouth hanging open as he comes. He slumps against you as you run your fingers through his hair and down his back. It silent for a few moments before he lifts his head, pouting. “You didn’t come again.”

“It’s okay.” you giggle, kissing his forehead. “It was still perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” his arms wrap around your waist. “You’re going to be my Queen.”

“And you’re going to be my king.”

Two days later, you find yourself back in the Great Hall, watching as James kneels in front of the altar before his ailing father, ready to be passed on the crown. King George holds a crown in one hand and a cane in the other, smiling down at his only son.

“All of Iarnă have been looking forward to this day for a long time, my son.” George tells him. “You are a wonderful man, loved and respected by every single person living in the country.”

A blush stains your husband’s cheeks. The crowd grins at his bashfulness.

“While parting with the crown is a bittersweet moment for me,” George continues, “I cannot be more proud than I am now. It brings me great joy to present to you this crown.”

George sets the crown atop his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “My dearest son, James Buchanan, I now hereby declare you the official King of –“

The sentence gets drowned out by a defeaning scream. James goes down, slumping over the steps of the altar, an arrow lodged into his back.

No.

You stand, fully intending to rush to your husband’s side before someone tackles you to the ground. Metal armor digs into your back as you thrash, crying and wailing as you see red trickle down to the floor.

There’s so much blood. It pools around his body.

“Stay down!” your captor hisses. It takes you a moment to realize that it’s Steve, James’s first in command and life-long best friend, shielding you from harm with his own life. If you weren’t too focused on James, you would’ve noticed the second arrow embedded in the floor a few feet from your own head.

If you weren’t too focused on the love of your life bleeding out before you, you would’ve noticed the flash of red hair disappearing out of the balcony window.

Here lies James Barnes. Loving husband and son. Iarnă’s favorite Prince.

You kneel against the ground next to the grave, tears covering your face. “Hi, my Prince. It’s been a month since I’ve came to see you last. I’m sorry.” you whisper, voice shaking. You run your fingers over the granite, kissing the stone right over his name. “I love you.”

The tears stream harder. “I can’t believe you’re gone.” you whisper. “My love, the light of my life, you’re gone. We were so happy. You were so happy. Everything was perfect, and then someone had to take you away.”

Rain starts to trickle down but you don’t care, wrapping your arms around his headstone. “Everyone misses you terribly.” The water soaks your dress. If you weren’t already numb, you would’ve felt it chilling you to the bone. “The entire country still mourns.”

“A piece of my heart is gone, stuck in the ground with you.” your lip wobbles. “You were the love of my life James Buchanan Barnes, and I’ll never be the same without you. You made me complete, made me feel like I could do anything.”

Thunder looms in the distance. “You were the bravest man that I knew, and the most honorable. You inspired everyone that you stumbled across, made them believe they could do anything.”

A shadow casts over you. You look up, finding Steve standing there, sadness gleaming in his eyes. He’d been your protector since James’s death, trying his hardest to bring you happiness once again. “Give me a moment, please.” he turns, walking away to let you have privacy. “James, I can only hope that your child will grow up to be just as amazing as you are.”

You caress your swollen belly with a bitter smile, standing on wobbly knees. “Until next time, my love. I can’t wait for you to meet our little angel.”

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Royal switch Part 3/3

Pairing Sam Wilson x reader

Royal AU

Summary: The night of the ball everything comes in place

Prompt   “You’re the one I’ve been looking for.” - Prince Eric “The Little Mermaid.” Used in the last part

Word Count: 974

Warnings: None, 

A/N: This is the last chapter my entry for  @buckyofthemyscira‘s 1k challenge. Thank you all for reading it. 

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You haven’t had any contact with Sam since you found out who he really was. It didn’t cross your mind that he had seen you with James in your house or that he didn’t want to see you again. You were focused on how to surprise him with the news that you knew who he really is.

You mother was excited for the opportunity to make the queen’s gown, nevertheless, she didn’t neglect to make you something as well. It was a floor length dress in your favorite color that hugged your body and made you look gorgeous. She also gave you a golden necklace that she had borrowed for the occasion. You didn’t feel like a princess. You felt like a woman worthy of the councilman she was dreaming of.

The palace was decorated beautifully with crystals and purple curtains. Even the lights seemed different than the last time you were there, considering you were confined in the smaller rooms. You glanced around when your eyes met the back of the person you were searching for. You braced yourself and after making sure he wasn’t busy, you joined him.

‘’Hi stranger, long time no see.’’ You felt awkward that you opened the conversation like that but he was used to your ways.

Sam’s jaw dropped a little when he saw you in the gown although he reminded himself that you weren't there for him.

‘’Hello (Y/N), nice of you to stop by. Your boyfriend will be here shortly. I noticed you were scanning the room for him.’’ He drank the rest of the champagne and left the glass on the table. He would need another one soon to forget how you treated him.

‘’What are you talking about Sam? You’re the one I’ve been looking for. And yes, I know your real name and your occupation. Rhodey informed me on that when he invited me here.’’ You had wished he would be the one to tell you, but having him thinking that you were there for his friend hurt you deeply.

‘’It can’t be true. I saw you two hugging in your house.’’ The room had started filling up so he led you to a corner away from prying eyes.  

‘’Would you mind explaining what is going on? You are not here for Rhodey?’’ His eyes were hopeful and pleading.

‘’Of course not. I have to admit that I was a little irritated and confused when he came to my house. However, he explained everything about the day we met afterward. And on top of that, I assumed you were worried over my reaction to the truth.’’  

‘’I was. That’s why I was waiting for the proper time to say something. Will you forgive my cowardliness?’’ He was fidgeting with his suit jacket and looked at the floor. It was one of the first time he wasn’t his charming self.

‘’I already have Sam. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. I understand the reason why you did this. I only wanted you to trust me enough to not yell at you or be unreasonable about the whole ordeal. Your name and job aren’t that big lies. Unless you weren’t honest to me about anything else. Is there anything I need to know?’’ You waited for a moment and held his hand in yours.

‘’Nothing at all. Everything about my past and my family is absolutely the truth. Actually, my parents are here tonight. I had told them about seeing an extraordinary girl before I started thinking you wanted Rhodey. Would it be weird for you to meet them?’’

‘’I would love to. And you will get to meet my mother this week because she will start working here on your new uniforms. Turns out the seamstress he was replacing is worse than she realized and she will be on bed rest for months.’’ You peeked at the dancing couples behind you.

‘’But enough about them. Would you mind dancing with me for a while? And then we both need to thank the prince for intervening, even if we could get back together on our own.’’

Three dances later you observed the ceremony for Rhodey to find a wife and glancing at yourself in the mirror. You noticed that you resembled all the girls’ expressions with happiness being evident all over your face.

Meeting Sam’s parent went better than you had imagined since they already adored you from their son’s words. They fell in love with you as easily as Sam had done. Also, they started planning the wedding making both of you blush.  

You got the opportunity to thank Rhodey for his assistance in making this came true.

‘’I need to apologize for thinking you would ever go after the girl I love. I wasn’t thinking straight and I hope you have no bad feelings.’’

‘’Of course, Sam, don’t be ridiculous. I only wish the best for you and I will keep an eye on both of, you so you better make her happy. Or happier than she already is since she hasn’t stopped beaming.’’ He hugged both of you and returned to the girl she chose.

The plans Sam’s parents made for a wedding didn’t come to life. Not because you two decided not to go through with it but because the royal family had other plans. Rhodey wanted both Sam and Tony for his best man so to settle his dilemma his parents suggested a solution. Therefore, when he got married to the princess of the neighboring country you and Sam got married on the same day. Tony and Sam’s best friend Riley, were best men for each couple.

The wedding was all you could ever imagine. Married life with the love of your life was even more incredible and you couldn’t wait to tell your story to your kids one day.

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