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Dishonored

Title: Dishonored

Summary: You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace.

Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader; Lord Barnes x Princess!Reader (no polyamory)

Warnings: heavy angst (I’m not joking), lies, manipulation, hurting people for revenge, implied loss of innocence, unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, Steve being the worst, sadness, hopelessness, desperation, suicidal tendency/suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, fluff, we stan Bucky in this story

Rating: Mature

Words: 2,7 k

Square filled for @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 9: “I never loved you.”

Square filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo 2022: Square 4: Winter

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C3: Free space – Royal AU

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C2: Sharing body heat

Please heed the warnings for this story. It contains triggering content such as attempted suicide.

You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace.

How do you move on when your honor and grace get ripped away by the man who promised you love and devotion?

He lured you in – sweet-talked you into giving him the one thing you cherished the most. Your honor and innocence. Reserved for your future husband, and the man loving you unconditionally.

Lies. All lies.

It was a moment of weakness making you stumble and fall. Into his bed. Into his arms.

He took you apart, gentle, and slow. A miracle to you when you think about the aftermath.

A few months earlier, your father’s castle

“I can't believe Prince Steven came to woo me,” you mumbled to yourself. The prince arrived earlier this morning and you hoped your dreams would come true. You always felt a deep connection to the prince, and now, he’s here to talk to your father.

“Princess!” Your chambermaid scolded. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold! Your father called for you. He wants you to meet Prince Steven. He will stay at the castle for a few weeks until he travels to his uncle’s castle.”

Your face fell. He came here to sit out the approaching snowstorm, nothing else.

How could you have been foolish enough to believe he came to ask for your hand?

“I’m…coming,” you tried to not cry. All your hopes and dreams ended up on the ground - shattered and torn. “We cannot let our guest wait.”

“Father,” you stepped confidently toward your father to peck his cheek. He was always soft on you, and let you break a few rules. Especially when it came to etiquette. You’re his little thunderstorm, a wild child with a bright mind and softness that’s hard to find among royals. “I heard we have a guest.”

“He’ll be here in a minute,” the king softly said. He ran his hand over your hair and patted your head. “I need you on your best behavior. I angered the prince, and we don’t want him to tell his father the king about it.”

You wrinkled your forehead. “What? I don’t understand,” you whispered so no one could hear. Your father is one of the kindest people you know. How could he possibly anger the prince?

“Your Highness,” Steven walked inside the throne room, accompanied by his best friend, and confident Lord Barnes. The brunette watched you with interest while the prince’s eyes drifted toward your brother and his fiancé, Lady Margaret Carter. “I see the princess will join us for supper.”

“Your Highness,” you turned your attention toward the prince. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again. It’s been too long.”

Steven eagerly took your offered hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for having me.”

“Lord Barnes,” you smiled at the brunette. Last time you saw him he was reading a book in the garden, chuckling at something he read. “I hope you’ll enjoy your stay. The library is always open for you.”

“Princess,” Lord Barnes smiled wildly. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh…my…you are too kind, Lord Barnes,” you replied gracefully and batted your eyelashes. “It’s always a pleasure having you around.”

Supper was more than pleasant. Lord Barnes kept the conversation flowing while the prince watched you the whole time. He complimented you and raised his glass on your beauty and grace.

You were surprised. His eyes seemed to be glued to your brother and his fiancé. Out of a sudden Prince Steven turned his attention toward you. He even stopped his friend from talking to you.

Your cheeks heated up, and you felt warm when he placed his hand next to yours, subtly brushing your pinkie with his finger.

It was the first time he was so close, and you allowed yourself to bask in his attention for as long as it lasted.

The next days felt like a dream come true. Steven asked you to spend time with him and go for a walk in the gardens. For propriety's sake, a chaperon accompanied you and Steven. But you didn’t care at all.

The moments spent with the prince were the best of your life. He made you smile, and laugh and your heart flutter.

All that mattered to you was his smile, his soft blue eyes, and the way he looked at you. It was the same way your father looked at your father and your brother at his chosen bride.

“I wish these days will never end,” you dared to hope Steven would say the same.

He took you by surprise when he replied. “Even if they end,” he looked you deep in the eyes, leaning a little closer to whisper, “I’ll always come back to you."

The prince was about to press a soft kiss on your forehead when your chaperone stepped in.

“Your Highness, please do not forget you are wooing for a princess, not a wench. Remember your manners,” she tutted. “We should head back inside. It’s getting colder, and I can smell the snow.”

Marjorie, your chaperone was right. Winter came faster than expected, accompanied by a snowstorm that wouldn’t let up.

The whole country was suffering from the cold weather and the snow masses.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The snowstorm and unforgiving winter kept Steven and Lord Barnes from leaving your castle.

You didn’t mind. Most of the time you spend with Steven, chatting about his kingdom, childhood, and love.

Yes. Love.

You held hands, and when your chaperone wasn’t looking, he even stole kisses. Steven promised you that love is the most precious thing to protect in this world.

He played you well, you give him that.

Your heart couldn’t take being apart from Steven for a single moment. So, you gave him everything you had to offer, and what he was craving.

On one of these cold winter nights, you let him sneak into your bedroom, and take you to bed. He kissed you, and when he settled between your thighs you believed he would make you his wife and love you forever.

When it was over, he smirked, and his eyes grew cold. Your heart dropped as he hastily redressed. “Steven, what are you doing?”

“My plan went well, didn’t it?” He looked at you, making you feel ashamed of yourself. You grabbed the blanket to cover your body. The one he ruined with his touch.

“I don’t understand, Steven. My love. What has gotten into you? You said you love me.” You cried as he looked at you, wrinkling his nose at your disheveled state.

“I never loved you,” he coldly replied. “Your father forced the woman I love to marry your brother,” he sneered and curled his lips. “I stole his beloved daughter’s innocence. What will he do if he finds out you are carrying my bastard under your heart?”

“Steven, I don’t…” Your voice trembled. “Why? I…”

“I came here to ask your father to stop this insanity and let me marry Margaret. I love her dearly. He refused and wanted to send me away.”

You remember now. Your father told you that he upset Steven.

“But…she came here, begging my father to help her. She wanted to marry my brother. Margaret wasn’t my father’s first choice. Some princesses and ladies were more beautiful and with a better reputation. He agreed because she was in love with my brother and threatened to kill herself if he didn’t allow her to marry my brother.”

“What?” He looked a little shell-shocked at your words but shook his head. “Lies!” Steven yelled, making you flinch. “Shut your mouth, wench. Never talk about Margaret like that again.”

He left without looking back and slammed the door shut. Leaving you devasted, heartbroken, and ruined.

After that night, he never looked at you. He declared that he was going to stay at the guest wing until it was time to leave.

One month later, …

Hopelessness is the only thing left in your life. You can feel a new life growing in your womb. Every passing day brings you closer to doomsday.

Soon you won’t be able to hide the secret. Soon everyone will know you got dishonored.

Foolish girl letting a man take what should have never been his.

You run your hand over your belly, choking out another sob. If you want to save what’s left of your honor, you must take matters into your own hands.

Shakily you glance at the balcony parapet again. If you do it now, you can save your honor, and your father’s.

Stepping toward the parapet you release a shuddery breath.

What if it’s not high enough? What if you survive? What if they ask questions?

“No,” you step away from the parapet. This is the wrong way to go. You must let it look like an accident. Or maybe, if you can find someone selling you a potion, you can end your life painlessly and fast.

The river looked inviting to you. You look at the floating water, fascinated by its power and grace.

Once upon a time, you were gracefully too.

That was until your grace and innocence got ripped away from you like it meant nothing to him. “If I step into the river, it will be over soon. Maybe they will believe it was an accident. I slipped and fell into the river.”

Slowly, you stepped toward the water, closing your eyes for a moment. This was the only way to save your honor. The water would wash away the sin you committed and take your secret with it.

You took another step, and another until you felt the cold water kiss your feet. “Cold.” You whispered but walked farther into the water, feeling it tug at your gown. “It will be over soon, my little stardust.” You rubbed your belly. “I’m so sorry.”

The water surrounded you, almost reaching your waistline as you heard someone call for you. “Princess! NO!”

It was Lord Barnes. His heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw you in the river. He knew something was wrong with the way his friend acted out of a sudden.

“Nooo!” You heard the water splashing and then, two strong arms wrapped around you like anchors holding you in this world. “What are you doing, princess.”

“I cannot…he dishonored me,” you choked out a heartbreaking sob. “I cannot remain. No man will want me. Not after he took my innocence and…the baby…it will be a bastard.”

Lord Barnes stiffened when the words floated out of your mouth like the water in the river. He couldn’t believe his friend and confidant would do such a thing to you for revenge.

“My love. No,” he dragged you out of the water, and wrapped you in his arms, letting you cry in his chest until there were no tears left in you. Lord Barnes said. “Stay with me, my love. I’ll keep you warm. We need to keep each other warm.”

“But I—” You lifted your head to look at him with tear-clouded eyes. “You should’ve let me die. Father will…”

“He won’t know. Not about what happened with Steven, nor what you did today. What a coincidence I came by when you slipped and fell into the river,” he whispered and kissed your temple. “I came back to ask for your hand, and to wed you in spring.”

Your heart thundered in your chest at his words. “I’m…ruined. You don’t want me, or my bastard child.”

“I will love it like my own, my love,” he kissed your cheek. “You are not ruined, princess. Only a little broken. But we can fix this. I got my heart broken once too. We will heal together.”

“My lord, the babe…it’s not yours…I can’t…you can’t.”

“It’s cold, let’s head back to the castle and get you warm. I’ll call for a healer…”

“Not a word about her condition except for the cold,” Lord Barnes warned the healer. “If you say a word about the other thing,” he patted his sword, “you won’t be able to spend all the gold you’ll get.”

“Not a word,” the healer nodded and walked back inside your room.

“Marry my daughter?” Your father eyed Lord Barnes warily. He came back a few days after Prince Steven and he left the castle. Alone, and with a grim expression. “But…what about the prince?”

“He’s a foolish man, my king,” Lord Barnes growled. “He lost his heart one too many times to a pretty face. I cherish your daughter, her grace, and her kindness. If you allow me to woo her, I’ll be forever grateful. I’m not a prince but love her dearly.”

“She admires you too,” the king replied. “She talked about you, and that you love to read as much as she does. If my daughter agrees, I’ll agree on your bond.”

Lord Barnes didn’t wait until spring to wed you. He insisted on marrying you within another month.

You watched him with sad eyes as he desperately tried to fix his friend’s mistake.

“Lord Barnes, you can still find a better bride,” you took his hand to press a soft kiss on his knuckles. “I’m thankful that you tried to save my honor, but I cannot make you miserable for the rest of your life.”

“My love,” he whispered. “I fell for you the first time we met. If only I knew about Steven’s plans, I wouldn’t have stepped back and let him woo for you.”

“It’s not your fault, only mine,” you sniffled, and wiped your eyes. “I wasn’t raised to become a wench. I decided to let him do this to me…”

“Y/N, you’re not a w-.” He shook his head. “Never use that word again,” he angrily said. “He was the one stealing the light from you. You’re still an innocent angel.”

“I know that I’m not,” you hid your face in his shoulder, allowing yourself to let the mask you wear so well slip. “You’ll get damaged goods, my Lord.”

“Call me James, or Bucky, my love,” he gently rubbed your back. “I promise, you are far from damaged goods for me. You are going to be my wife and I’ll love you. And the babe will get all my love too. They are going to mine.”

“What a beautiful pair, don’t you think?” Your mother asked. “She looks happy, my love.”

Your father smiled wildly as he watched you and your groom share the first dance. You smiled and laughed as Bucky twirled you around.

“I was worried about our daughter for a while. Prince Steven’s departure left her heartbroken,” the king held out his hand for his wife. “Let us join them and celebrate their union.”

The queen smiled and took your father’s offered hand. She didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

A mother always knows when her child is in need.

She will never break her promise to herself and tell her husband that she saw you at the river when Lord Barnes saved you, or that she heard what you confessed.

“He is a good man, my love,” the queen whispered. “Our beloved daughter couldn't find a better man.”

While everyone celebrated your wedding and danced, Steven stood in a corner, watching you and his best friend happy together.

He squared his jaw and balled his hands into fists. His heart dropped watching Margaret and your brother join you on the dance floor.

Everything he did was in vain…

Tags in reblog.

#steve rogers angst #bucky barnes #buckybarnesbingo2023 #steverogersbingo #anyfandomfluffbingo #prince!steve rogers #royal!bucky barnes #royal au #angst #tw: attempted suicide

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frnkensteingrl · 2 years

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Does anyone know the title or author of the Steve Rogers x Reader fic that was inspired by the book series The Selection? All I can remember is that Steve was a prince and the reader was one of the girls in the running to become princess

#steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #prince!steve #prince!steve Rogers #fics #pls

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soupy-sez · 7 months

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Prince performing at The Metro on Lansdowne St., Boston, Massachusetts, March 17th, 1981, © Steve Stone

#prince #prince rogers nelson #music #b/w #1980s #80s #boston #massachusetts #pics #steve stone #soupy's #musicians

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a-b-riddle · 25 days

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Master list

Call Of Duty

Marvel

ACOTAR

Fourth Wing

Other Fandoms

#dark bucky barnes #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #bucky barnes #call of duty #dark fic #dark steve rogers #steve rogers #marvel #acotar #kidnapping #dub con #the cruel prince

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angelyuji · 2 months

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i was thinking abt this last night and i forgot to write it down. however, im in the bathroom peeing in one of the campus bathrooms when i REMEMBERED!

yandere justice league to me is VERY different from yandere avengers (not gonna touch on x-men or the other groups of superheroes just yet).

tw // yandere, physical abuse, manipulation, just… general yandere stuff

yandere justice league are manipulative, obsessive, and possessive, BUT they would never ever ever lay a hand on you/their obsession. like they would kidnap, manipulate, drive u to the brink of madness, but they would never ever physically hurt you. like bruce may borderline harass (y/n) at their place of work, clark may keep (y/n) chained up at the fortress, diana would gaslight (y/n) to the point where they abandon their family, but never would they cross that line of physical abuse.

but yandere avengers… they would use any tool at their disposal to get (y/n) to break. ive written abt steve already (so go check that out). but i feel like the clear difference (to me) is that avengers would hurt u to get what they want.

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audhdnight · 22 days

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Praise be to the dynamic that always fucking gets me:

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#superbat #prince caspian #jercy #pjo fanart #stony #captain america #trevorcard #clark kent #bruce wayne #percy jackson #jason grace #steve rogers #tony stark #trevor belmont #alucard castlevania #narnia

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sunnysideprincess · 5 months

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King Howard, to teach his "insolent" son a lesson, chooses Steve as the next King and lets his princely son slip off the throne. Obadiah is very furious, for obvious and not so obvious reasons. But then there's Steve who's supposed to choose a personal maid and he's got some snarky flirty rivalry going on with Tony, so he obviously chooses Tony, the actual prince as his "maid"

Now Steve expects Tony to be this spoiled child who doesn't know how to do manual labor. But the thing is Tony was raised by the castle staff. Jarvis had him dragged by the ear to clean up the mess in his workshop, Pepper had him chased by the dogs so he could learn to care for animals and Rhodey taught him how to balance fourteen different things on his arms, just for fun. So imagine Steve, being actually surprised by Tony doing every chore— though not without any complaining and whining about how a prince shouldn't be slaving for people like steve anyways.

Then there's Tony, who thinks Steve is going to fumble at every step of being a king because there's just too much to learn. But there's Steve being a better, kinder King than his dad—actually listening to the court's and not just obie's advice. He even asks for Tony's opinion on a few matters. Goes out of his way to help people. Gives great speeches and wins over the hearts of the kingdom which Howard never in a million years could do

Just—what started as an obvious way to humiliate tony, becomes a way for them to fall in love and Howard is obviously pulling his hair out because this wasn't supposed to happen.

And no one really knows when the prince stopped being a maid and became a consort instead but boy howdy the kingdom sure could use a respite from their weird courting dance.

#stevetony #royalty au #king steve #prince tony #deb thinks out loud #tony stark #stony #steve rogers #howard stark #prompt #prompts #fic prompt

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sturid · 4 months

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trios that feel polyamorous coded but no explanation

feel free to add

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bunnytheravager · 9 days

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Super Baby Rag Dolls featured in the 1977 Superhero Merchandise Catalog

#batman #wonder woman #superman #shazam #captain america #spiderman #peter parker #steve rogers #clark kent #bruce wayne #billy batson #diana prince

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rastyfrog · 1 year

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Chris Evans / Steve Rogers

I thought and still decided to exhibit this sketch/art. of course it's role-playing.

everyone remembers back in the first part of Captain America, Steve was sketching. I want him to continue drawing in the role-playing game, improving his skill.

#art #art🎨#didjitalart #fan art #fanart #artist #illustration #rfrog #marvel #captive prince #steve rogers #chris evans #stucky edit #stucky art #stucky

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 month

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Steve as the tutor and Bucky as the prince 😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/makemonymoo/746006565355667456

[Link] to a text post from @/transpidered reading, "royalty kink where he's a soft spoiled prince and im his battle tutor who has to be a little too rough during combat lessons to teach him 😵‍💫" the reblog from OP has more details 😮‍💨

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, YES.

Can you fucking imagine?

Bucky would be so sweet and spoiled and soft--those big eyes, that pouting mouth, and whole his body. He's never had to work a day in his life. All he's ever done is wander around the palace grounds and dismissively wave his hands for his servants to do everything for him, so he's slim, but he isn't lean. Instead, Bucky's svelte with baby fat--thick thighs, a cute, round backside, and a waist with little rolls when he sits (he's always sitting on his ass). He doesn't have calluses; he's never been told no; he doesn't know what it's like to be bad at something--the concept of having to work for something, ugh, could anything be more unfamiliar?

So, when Bucky is introduced to his new tutor who doesn't obey his every word, who tells him no often, who pushes and pushes him...

Bucky is in trouble.

The first time he practices with Steve, Bucky ends up ripping off his helmet mid-way through, his hair a wild mess, frizzy and all over his face, some strands stuck in his mouth, leaving him wiping the back of his hand across his lower face. Then, he throws his heavy practice sword to the side, tossing his helmet, too, while he's at it. Bucky wants to pout, lips trembling--he's sweaty and gross, and his muscles hurt, and Steve keeps correcting him--but he snears at Steve instead, tears in his eyes.

Steve isn't going easy on him, sparing him no pity. It's not fair.

Steve pays those big, watery blue eyes no mind, rather, after he's done huffing and puffing, he asks if he's done with his tantrum and is ready to begin again. Bucky steps forward to come at him, but all Steve does is raise his sword, pointing it directly at his chest with a silent, raised eyebrow.

There's maybe an inch between Bucky's heaving chest and the tip of Steve's sword.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, your highness."

Oh.

Bucky is in trouble because for the first time in his life, his actions have consequences and... he likes it.

Thanks for these thoughts, Jesus Christ.

#now I'm thinking about soft soft spoiled prince bucky being fucked with his thick ass and thighs jiggling #he's blushing and sweating and panting hard from the exertion while steve remains untouched #steve looks like one of the statues his father the king has throughout the palace #a living breathing statue #rippling muscles #untouched by all the sparing they've been doing #untouched by the harsh way he's fucking him #untouched even by the pleasure or the denial he gives to bucky as if he doesn't care one way or another #his teaching is so personal and so distant and it leaves bucky's head spinning #asks #sail-not-drift #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #au

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 7 months

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 28

<Part 27<

Warnings: fluff, Steve being cute, 18+ readers only, swearing, IT'S THERE WEDDING NIGHT! SMUT, fingering, hand job, oral (f-receiving), virginity lose, unprotected sex, soft sex, blood, people listening (medieval shit), Steve being a tease, Steve and reader just being cute

"Another?" Morgana asked around a yawn.

You rolled your eyes playfully at her from where you knelt on the floor beside her bed. Not an easy task in your ball gown, but you couldn't say no to the Little Princess when she asked for a bed time story. "I don't think you'll stay awake for a second story, Little Princess." You teased her. "Now, snuggle your bear tight and close your eyes."

"I don't want to go to sleep." She yawned again.

"I think you do." You smiled softly at her. "I certainly do." You sighed and rested your head against your hand as you leaned against her bed.

Morgana shook her head, "If I go to sleep, it means I won't get to see you again." She pouted.

Your brow furrowed. "You'll see me tomorrow."

She shook her head. "But you're leaving... Forever. I'll never see you again." She sniffled.

Your heart broke at the sight of her tears. "Oh, Morgana, of course you will," You got up with a struggle and sat on the bed beaide her, pulling her onto your lap.

"What if, you move away, and, forget, about me?" She sobbed.

"Impossible." You smiled. "We're family. You're one of the most important people in my life."

"And mine." Steve smiled at the pair of you from the door way. "You're welcome to visit Brook whenever you want, Princess Morgana. There's a room already waiting for you." He smiled softly at her.

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

Steve nodded. "Just needs your seal of approval." He winked at her making her giggle.

You smiled, "Feel better?" You asked her.

She nodded, "Can I have another story?" She asked batting her eyelashes at you making you roll your eyes again.

"I don't have the energy, Little Princess." You gave her a tired smile.

"I'l can read it, if you'd like, Princess Morgana..." Steve knelt beside the bed as he placed his hand on your knee. "You need to get ready for bed yourself, My love." Steve softly said as he gave you a reassuring look.

You nodded nervously and turned to Morgana. "Can King Steven read to you?" You asked.

She nodded and got off your lap. "Okay... But I hope you're better than daddy... He's terrible." She rolled her eye making you giggle and Steve grin.

"I'm sure I'm much better than your father, Princess." Steve stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you up from the bed. "I'll be along shortly, my love." He kissed your cheek.

You nodded and looked back to Morgana. "Good night, Little Princess."

"Night..." She waved you off with barely a second glance. "Will you read this, King Steven?" She asked him as she held up a second (thicker) book.

You left Morgana's chambers with a giggle as you watched Steve settle in the small armchair near Morgana's bed as he took the book from her.

"Everything okay, Your Highness?" Bucky asked as you closed the door behind you and joined him and Sam in the hallway.

You smiled and nodded at the pair of them.

"Where is the King?" Sam asked with a curious look.

You let out a small giggle, "Somehow, Morgana has managed to convince Steve to read her another book."

The pair of them chuckled, tempted to take a peak at their mighty king behaving so mundane.

"I'll give it five minutes and rescue His Majesty, shall I?" Sam asked with a smirk.

You smiled, "I don't think Morgan a will last five minutes." You chuckled softly. "I'll bid you good evening, Sam. " You bowed your head to him.

"Goodnight, Your Highness." Sam bowed before you.

Bucky offered his arm to you before the pair of you began to make your towards the chambers you and Steve would be sharing on your wedding night.

"I wanted to give you this back whilst we were still alone." You smiled up at Bucky as you placed the velvet pouch into his hand. "Thank you."

Bucky nodded, "It was my honour, Your Highness." He smiled and quickly slipped into his pocket as you came to a stop outside the chamber doors.

"Goodnight, Bucky." You leaned up and kissed his cheek, smiling to yourself as he blushed.

Bucky bowed before you before opening the door for you. You entered the room and let out a relieved sign once you saw Natasha and Wanda waiting for you.

"You look about ready to pass out." Natasha chuckled as she walked up to you. "Princess Morgana make it all the way through the story?"

You nodded, "And some." You sighed and looked around the room you were in. You had an uneasy feeling being in a room that wasn't yours, knowing what was about to happen.

"Relax," Wanda smiled warmly at you as she began to take youe jewellery off.

You hummed, "Easy for someone to say who isn't about to have the entire court listen to her-"

"I meant-" Wanda cut you off with a giggle. "You have nothing to fear with King Steven." She smiled kindly at you.

You nodded, "I know... I'm just, worried I'll make a fool of myself... Steve, is far more experienced than I am." You frowned to yourself.

"From my experience, women rarely make a fool of themselves if they're stood naked in front of a man." Natasha chuckled behind you making you and Wanda giggle. "King Steven, isn't going to judge you, Your Highness."

You nodded. "I know, I know... I'm just being silly..." You smiled to yourself, "It's still hard to believe that we're really married."

"Well believe it, Your Highness..." Natasha smiled as she finished unbuttoning the back of your gown.

With the help of Natasha and Wanda you were able to slip out of your gown and under skirts quickly, the three of you having done the whole routine countless times.

"Shall I brush your hair now, Your Highness?" Wanda asked holding your hairbrush once you were just in your nights gown.

You shook your head, "No, thank you. I'd like to do it myself." You smiled softly at her as she handed you the hairbrush. "The two of you are dismissed now. Thank you."

Natasha frowned, "But we still have-"

"It's fine, Natasha. I'd like a few moments to myself." You smiled at her. "Really, I'm fine."

The two of them nodded and bowed before leaving the room. You were left in silence as you settled in front of the dressing table at the far side of the room opposite the doors to the chambers.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, struggling to believe that you were someone's wife now. And not just anyone's, you were Steve's wife, and the thought made you so happy.

Since you were old enough to understand, you'd been terrified of being forced to marry a man that would treat you horrendously. Use you as nothing else but a breeding machine. You were terrified you'd be forced to marry King Brock and be treated to a life of misery.

"My love?"

You looked up at Steve's reflection in the mirror as he stood behind you. "Oh, Steve," You sniffled, wiping your fallen tears away, not even realising you'd been crying.

"My love, what's wrong?" Steve asked as he knelt beside you and cupped your face in his hands, brushing your tears away.

You shook your head with a smile, "I'm just... Happy." You giggled, "You make me happy." You smiled at him, making him grin.

"You make me happy too." He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against yours lovingly.

"Did Morgana fall asleep?" You asked as he stood up and took your hands, helping you stand.

He nodded. "After the first page." He chuckled.

"Thank you, for reading to her. You didn't need to." You leaned up and pecked his lips.

Steve smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "She's family, Y/n and I look after my family." He whispered.

You nodded with a smile, "Me too."

A creak in the floor boards on the other side of the door that separated you from the room where the Lords will be waiting drew your attention away from Steve.

Steve pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger and turned your head back to him. "It's just you and me, My love." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours.

You let out a soft moan feeling Steve's large hands trail down your sides and settle on your hips. His tongue licked into your mouth like it had thw previous night and memories of the wonderful feeling of what happened between you flooded your mind.

Steve pulled back with a soft hum, "Just us." He whispered.

You nodded with a smile. "Just us."

Steve winked at you making you blush and look away. "Remember how I made you feel last night?" Steve asked as he slowly moved you towards the large bed.

You nodded, "Yes."

"Remember what I promised?" He asked. "Words, My love. Always tell me how you feel. If it's too much or if you want more. Always tell me, yes?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip nervously. "I have nothing to fear."

Steve smiled against your neck. "Good girl." He pulled back and pecked your lips. "Ready?"

You gulped, nodding. "Can we go slow?" You placed your hands on his chest, toying with the collar of his sleep shirt.

"Of course, My love." Steve gave you a loving smile as he reached up and cupped your cheek. "There's no need to rush." Steve pressed his lips against yours gently as he pulled you closer by your hips.

You let out a soft moan as he gave your hips a squeeze. You closed your eyes as Steve aaslowly began to softly kiss your neck, his large hands bunched your night gown up. You bit your bottom lip as Steve ran his tongue over your neck.

"Can I remove your night gown, My love?" Steve whispered against your next.

You nodded, "Will you, remove, yours?" You asked nervously.

Steve pulled back with a smirk, "You want me naked, My love?"

Your cheeks blushed as you nodded. "Don't you?"

Steve's smirk grew as he reached for the hem of his shirt and practically ripped it over his head leaving him completely bare before. You gulped as you ran your eyes over his bare chest that was covered in hair, licking your lips as your eyes slowly fell down to his thick, heavy cock that was slowly hardening as you stared.

"You're drooling, My love." Steve teased making your cheeks flush.

You gasped and looked back up to meet his eyes. "I certainly am not."

Steve chuckled softly, "It's fine if you are, My love... I'm your husband now, you can drool all over me as much as you want." He said playfully making you blush even more. Steve reached out and took your hand, gently placing it over his hard cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Feel what you do to me, My love." His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your delicate hand around him. "Fuck," He breathed softly, "That's it." He moaned softly as you began to stroke him.

You bit your bottom lip as you squeezed your thighs together. You took your hand away from him making Steve open his eyes with a soft pout. If the moment was so serious, you'd have giggled at his cute little frown, but you saw worry and concern lacing his eyes as he stared at you, so you quickly pulled the collar of your night gown open and let the thin material fall down your body so it pooled at your feet.

"I'm ready, Steve. Make me yours." You whispered, staring ar him lovingly.

Steve licked his lips as he gave a soft nod and closed the short distance between you. One hand held the back of your head as the other laid on the small of your back and pulled your soft naked body against his as he crashed his lips against yours passionately.

Your mind reeled as Steve gently pushed you backwards onto the large bed and hovered over you, his tongue and lips claiming yours. A soft moan left your mouth as Steve once more began to kiss and lick his way down toue neck and across your collar bones until he came to the tops of your breasts where he finally pulled back and took a breath, much to your dismay.

"I need you to promise me something, My love." Steve whispered as the two of you looked into each other's eyes.

You nodded, "Anything."

"If you want me to stop, for any reason, please, tell me. You are the most important thing to me, My love... My wife... My Queen." Steve smiled lovingly down at you as he brushed a strand of your hair back from yoir forehead. "I do not wish to harm you, in anyway."

You nodded with a smile, "I know. I trust you... My darling husband." You grinned up at him. "Now, make me yours, My King."

Steve crashed his lips against yours once more, something primal taking over after hearing you call him your husband.

He kissed his way down the curve of your left breast, licking and sucking on your peaked nipple, pulling the most beautiful of noises from you as you rolled your hips against his thigh to get some relief. He smirked to himself as he trailed his tongue down your stomach until he came to the tuft of hair that sat between your thighs.

Steve's large hands gripped your thighs and puajed them open as he dived in and began to devour your cunt.

"Oh, Steven," You moaned, quickly covering your mouth to hide your pleasured moans.

Steve pulled back with a smirk and reached up, pulling your hand away from your mouth. "You don't need to be quiet, my love. We want those bastards to hear how much you love your husband paying attention to your cunt." Steve said with such confidence and vulgarity, sending shivers up your spine. Steve smirked and lowered his face back between your legs.

You tangled your fingers in the silk sheets as your eyes rolled back and your hips mices against Steve's mouth. "Oh. Oh, Steve," You moaned loudly as his tongue slipped inside your slit. You let out another loud moan as Steve began move his tongue in ans out of you, his thumb rubbing on your throbbing buddle of nerves. "Oh, Steeeve," You moaned.

Steve raised his head momentarily to catch his breath and to judge your reaction as he slipped bis thumb that was toying with your clit inside your wet hole.

You cried out as his thick digit stretched you out. You were so pure and untouched. So innocent, yet so curious.

"That's it, My love." Steve kissed your thigh as he pumped his thumb in and out of you a couple of times.

"Steve," You panted, "Please." You begged making Steve smirk proudly.

Steve removed his thumb and gently ran the knuckles of his index and middle finger through your wet lips coating his fingers in your sweet nectar and his saliva before he slowly began to inch his thick fingers inside of you.

You cried out, a wave of pleasure made your back arch of the bed. "Oh, Steve," You groaned sinfully loud ad Steve began to move his fingers in and out of you.

"How do you feel, My love? Tell me. Tell Your King." He asked as he watched you like a hawk.

"I... I feel-" You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled backwards, letting out a pleasure filled scream behind your hand as your orgasm washed over you.

"Fuck," He growled and lightly bit your thigh as you came. He gently pressed his lips against your warm, slick skin as he worked his way up Your body until he was laid beside you. "You did so good, my love." He praised as he wrapped you up in his arms. His left hand softly cupped your breast, pulling a low moan from me. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered. "So... Beautiful." He leaned down placing a soft kiss against your lips.

He then began working his lips down your jaw, then neck, where he graze his teeth across your soft skin until he came to collar bone. Kissing, sucking, nipping his way towards your breasts. Soft, needy moans escaped your mouth as you threaded your fingers of your left hand through his hair ad your other tangled in the sheets, needing to hold on to something.

You let out a sinful moan as Steve wrapped his lips around one of your pebbled peaks, suckling softly as he kneaded your plump backside. He suddenly bit down, not enough to cause any harm but enough to make you cry out.

Steve pulled back in concern, "My love, did I hurt you? I don't have-"

You shook your head, pulling his head back down. "No! No. I-I like it... please, don't stop." You pleaded making Steve smile. You smiled too and leaned up gently pressing your lips to his, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock press between your thighs. "Make love to me, Steve." You whispered against his lips as you cupped his face in your hands.

Steve nodded, wearing a loving smile as he rolled you on to your back and settled between your spread thighs. He leaned down and kissed you again. He moved his weight onto his right arm to hold himself above you so he wasn't squashing you as he took a hold of his cock, lining him up at your entrance. Slowly, Steve began to push into you.

You cried out in pain as his bulbous head split you open. "AH... Steve..." You sobbed, turning away from him as tears began to run.

"Hold me, My love." Steve whispered against your temple. "Good girl." He praised as you wrapped your arms around his body, your hands laying against his strong back.

You moaned out as Steve continued to slowly fill you.

"How do you feel, My love?" Steve asked as he placed kisses against my forehead.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. "Strange. Full... A little sore." You panted. "But... I like it." You let out a nervous giggle.

Steve chuckled, "It'll get better. I promise." He kissed you. "Tell me when I can move, okay? I don't want to harm you, if you're not ready."

You nodded taking a deep breath. "I'm ready, Steve."

Steve nodded and gave you a soft kiss, slowly pulling out. Your breath caught as the unfamiliar feeling made you tingle. Steve pressed his face against your neck as the two of you began to moan in tandem together.

"That's it, sweetheart... You're doing so good, for Your King." Steve praised as you moaned and wrapped your legs arpund his waist. "You feel like... Fucking, heaven." He moaned. "Fuck... Princess... My beautiful, perfect, wife..." He groaned loudly as he felt your cunt squeeze around him. Steve kissed down your neck before lightly biting the curve of it, making you moan loudly as he sucked and licked your skin.

"Oh... Steve..." You moaned. "Yes! Steve-"

"Mmm... sweetheart... so good."

Your sweaty bodies slid against one another. The sound of skin slapping skin, mixed with pure pleasure was a sympathy. Soon the pair of you were almost there.

"Steve, I'm... close... please-"

"Me too, My love . Together." He kissed your neck as the two of you whispered 'I love you' repeatedly.

Your eyes screwed shut as you cried out in ecstasy, your cunt squeezed around Steve's cock, taking everything he had as he too let out a pleasured cry as he came.

Steve tried to keeo his weight off you but you squeezed youe legs around him and pulled him down, letting out a satisfied hum.

"I'm squashing you, Princess." He chuckled softly.

You shook your head, "I like it... I need it." You whispered.

That's how you stayed for a moment as the two of you caught your breath.

The sound of three bangs against the wooden door startled you from your happy little bubble.

"What was that? Are they coming in?" You panicked, trying to push Steve off you so you could cover yourself.

"No one, My love." Steve rolled onto his back with a tired sigh and pulled you against him, kissing the top of toie head. "That was just the signal the lords use to let the maid's know our marriage is consummated."

Your brow furrowed, "Why do the maids need to know?" You asked looking at him.

Steve looked down at you with a sorrowful look in his eyes. "They need to collect the sheets, My love..." He pulled them back and revealed the mess that had been created.

Your eyes widened as you saw the blood and looked between your legs. You gasped, feeling tears prick your eyes and shame flood your chest.

"Hey, shh," Steve cupped your cheek as a small sob escaped. "You have nothing to worry about, My love... We talked about this, didn't we?" Steve smiled at you reassuringly. You nodded. "What did I promise?"

You gulped and smiled to yourself as you thought back to what he had said. "You'd have a bath drawn... For the two of us... Filled with lavender oil." You smiled at him.

Steve nodded, "I had someone arrange everything beforehand." He pecked your lips before standing up from the bed still naked. He bent over and scooped you up, making you squeal and laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Steve chuckled, "I won't drop you, My love."

Steve took you into another room that was joined onto the main chamber. In the center was a large wooden tub, easily big enough for two. The room was hot and full of steam, spreading the scent of lavender all around, instantly relaxing you.

"I can walk, Steven." You giggled as he took you all the way over to the bathtub.

Steve grinned and placed you back on your feet inside the tub. As he let go you wobbled and grabbed a hold of his arms, "I'm not so sure you can after that." He teased as he kept hold of your hips making you gasp.

"Steven," You lightly hit his shoulder, "Don't talk like that... It's embarrassing." You blushed.

"Why? It's just us... And it's true." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle. "Don't be embarrassed, My love. Making love, between husband and wife, is nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled lovingly at you.

You nodded, "I know... It's just the thought of people knowing what we did." You said with a blush.

Steve chuckled as he brushed your hair back. "I know, My love, it's daunting and strange but it's over with now. We never have to go through it again." He gave you a reassuring smile.

"I love you, My darling husband." You whispered as you reached up placed your hand on his cheek.

Steve's smile grew as he leaned into your touch. "I love you too, My love." He whispered closing the gap.

It felt like your heart was going to explode from the love the two of you were sharing in that one kiss.

Steve climbed into the tub amd lowered himself into the water, letting out a relieved sigh as he did.

He gently pulled you down to sit between his spread legs, smirking playfully as you blushed. "You're going to have to get over this shyness, Princess." Steve teased as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "We're married now."

"I know." You bit your bottom lip as you looked down into the water as it swerled around you. "And I will... But right now it still feels like a dream." You admitted. "I never thought on my wedding day I'd be this happy." You chew on your bottom lip as you played with Steve's fingers in the water. "I always thought..." You gulped, feeling tears form in your eyes, "I thought I'd be forced to marry -"

Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. "It's okay, My love. You're safe, now." Steve kissed the top of your head as you cried softly against his chest. "You're safe."

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Two kings (1)

Summary: You have fallen in love with the king of Brooklyn. When your wedding day arrives, there is much more to discover about the man you fell in love with than you thought...

Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader

Warnings: angst, modern royal au, mentions of destruction/war/fighting/mystery, dystopian world (kinda), royals bashing (kinda), kind fluff, mentions of killing/murder (nothing happens)

A/N: We are living in modern times, but in a dystopian/post war world. Most of the technology got destroyed. (We will get to know how in later chapters.)

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<< Prologue

Fifty years ago, in the year 2000, …

After the war was won, the royals formed a bond.

It was agreed that they would never raise their weapons against each other.

There was a price to pay. It was the one everyone agreed to pay.

There can only be one son in a family. A firstborn child. The heir.

Second sons must die if they are born.

No one has dared to break this law so far. No one…

Now, in the year 2050, … age of nine, …

It’s been two years since you first met the prince. You and Steven became friends over the years and exchanged letters on a regular basis.

Two weeks ago, he came back.

It’s time to get to know him even better. One day, when you are both at age, you are going to become his queen.

“This place is very beautiful,” the prince says as he walks next to you and your mother. “I cannot wait to show you my homeland. Brooklyn is beautiful in spring.”

Your nose wrinkles as you think, "Hmm...I've never been far away from home." It’s only a matter of time before you must leave your home to live with your husband. The prince of Brooklyn. "My homeland is beautiful all the time. Even in winter.”

The prince nods thoughtfully at your words. “Did you ever read about the old world?” He glances at you. “I wonder if the invention they called the internet was useful. A shame the world war happened. We lost so much.”

“I heard that factories, technology, and cars almost destroyed this world. We can’t change what happened, my prince. All we can do is accept the world we are living in and do our very best to never start a war again.”

“Maybe you are right," the prince’s cheek twitches as he watches two boys chase each other around the garden. He watches them with darkened eyes, and his posture changes.

“They look like brothers,” he grumbles. “It’s forbidden to have two male children.”

“My prince,” your mother finally speaks. She was watching you interact with the prince but now, she steps in, “we do not allow two male children in one family. They are cousins, I assure you.”

“Cousins,” he nods, but he keeps on watching the boys. “I hope you do not lie, your highness. You know the law.”

Stomping your right foot, you say, "You're impolite. What’s wrong with you? You are not the boy I met two years ago. All you do is nag and you didn’t even hold my hand…”

You run off, sniffling as your mother calls your name. “I’m sorry, my prince. She’s just having a bad day. One of her favorite kittens is sick.” She sighs as you won’t wait for her and the prince.

“I don’t mind,” the prince clears his throat. “I must apologize, your highness. I forgot my manners. I just heard about so many second sons getting killed. I lost my temper. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, my prince,” your mother whisperes in a soft voice. “We are blessed with a daughter. If I conceive another child, we won’t have to kill him.”

It is important for your mother not to reveal how much she dislikes his outburst. You are right. The prince has changed over the last two years.

“May I apologize to the princess, your highness? I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

Your mother urges the prince to follow you, "of course. She likes you a lot. All the letters you wrote. She cherishes every single one. Especially the last one. She loved the bird you drew.”

“She did?” He gasps. “I wasn’t sure…I mean…it’s not my best drawing,” the prince sheepishly admits. “I was afraid she'd laugh about it.”

“Princess?” The prince enters your room, calling your name. “I wanted to apologize. Your mother said it was okay to enter your room.”

“Oh, hi,” you nervously stammer. “What do you want?” You glance at the wall plastered with all the drawings the prince sent to you over the last two years.

“You put the bird on the wall too,” he walks toward the wall to look at all the drawings he sent to you. “And the frog!”

“Yeah, they are so adorable. Different from the others but cute,” you hum as the prince points to the frog he drew for you. “I like cute things.”

“I know you do,” he says grinning. “Last time you sent me a pressed flower. I put it in my favorite book.”

“You did,” you grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. “Do you…do you want to see my collection of books? We can go to the library.”

"Y/N," he says, "I'd really like that. I’m glad to be here and finally see you…again.”

"I'm glad you're here with me," you say, pecking his cheek. "I like you too..." you add.

>> Part 2

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