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Wordcount: 1,469
Warnings: Slight angst, I think thats it.
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The dark night sky with the moon and all the stars shining down at you, as dirt and leaves gather beneath your feet, you run for the docs to make your escape from your life. When there you walked to the end of the large pier and boarded a large ship.
Ten Years Later
You stood looking out at your sea, now known as the captain of all seven seas, and a few other names, no one entered any water without your permission, not even royal ships. But today was a rare occasion where you see a ship with royal colors and a crest on the side that you didn’t remember signing a permission letter for. “Head for it.” You told one of your men. When this would happen you’d ransack the ship, take everything, kill someone as a warning and send the most important person back, as a way to warn them but not declare war.
They tried to fight but it didn’t work out, your men brough two men on the ship where they had them kneel in front of you. “Don’t you know that these are my waters?” You asked, liking a flair for the dramatic.
They took the bags from over their heads, they were both equally handsome. “Don’t we have the right to sell the sea of our land?” The one with light hair and blueish green eyes asked.
“Your land, the sea is my land, you don’t touch my borders, I don’t touch you.” You explained, it was knowledge to almost everyone.
“Please don’t hurt us, I’m prince James Barnes, we mean no harm, and we didn’t know.” The other man told you.
“James, who is your friend here, to that of your family?” You questioned.
Both men stiffened. “He's a royal advisor.” James answered you.
“Don’t worry James, your friend will be my warning, I don’t want to start a war, I just want to send a warning.” You pulled out your sword and held it under the blond’s chin.
“Take me instead.” James interjects.
You looked at him. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, your highness.”
“Take me as a prisoner.” Was his response.
You thought for a moment, contemplating the idea, you looked to one of the crew members for their thoughts on it, she shrugged at you. “I want to go see the king and queen myself.” You stated. “Sail for the docs.” You demand.
“What are you going to do to us?” The blond inquired.
You looked at the men. “We're going to see your king and queen about this deal.” You left them there heading to your quarters on the ship, getting in something less for plundering and pillaging.
Your first mate, Natasha came to talk as you got dressed. “What if they recognise you?” She hissed.
“They won't, I'm sure of it, I've never heard of the Barnes family, even then, so they shouldn’t know me.” You sighed as you tried tightening your outer corset. Over your shirt and skirt, you sheathe your sword and step out.
“What if they do and take you back?” She asked you.
“Then you know where to find me, and take me back as captain.” You replied making sure your hat was on correctly. “You're gonna die of worry if you don’t stop now, it’s never happened and it won’t happen. Now, let's go meet this King and Queen.” With the advisor and prince in hand you with some of your crew made your way to the castle.
You got in the walls easily because of the man, and then were led to the throne room. “What is going on here?” The king’s voice boomed over the room.
“Your son trespassed on my waters, with his advisor, I don’t seek war, but I seek some form of repayment.” You replied not bowing or anything.
“I didn’t believe you're the pirate queen?” The king's brows furrowed. “I thought you were a myth.”
“I prefer captain of the seven seas, but that's one of them, and, no I'm very real.” You smirked. “However your son doesn't seem to want me to hurt the dear secretary, he offered me himself but killing or just taking him would start that war I told you about.”
“We won’t let you hurt him nor our secretary.” The Queen said.
“I need something, in return, so that this doesn't happen again.” You hiss out.
The king rolled his eyes. “We don’t listen to pirates, you are going to be lucky to keep your head in contact.”
You pulled out the sword. “I may not want war but I will start it.” You held it at the prince’s throat. “So, give me gold or I'll kill your boy.”
The king sighed. “Fine, how much do you want?”
“Fifty thousand gold pieces.” You demand.
The king grumbled and nodded for someone to grab it, once it was all counted for in front of you, a victorious smile broke out on your lips. “If I find out you go onto my sea again without my signed permission, I’ll kill all of you.” You warned.
“And how will you know?” The king asked.
You smirked. “I have my ways, I am the captain of the seven seas after all.”
After that, Bucky had become enamored by you, and that grew the concern of Steve. “You won’t see her again.”
“I will, if I go back to sea.” Bucky smirked.
“She’ll kill you and me and your family.” The blond warned.
Bucky looked at him. “She won’t.”
During those same weeks Natasha noticed you were off as well, always seeming to day dream. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked as you were off somewhere in your mind.
“Nothing, why?” You asked.
She glared at you. “No, you’re off somewhere else when you need to be here.”
“I am here.” You rolled your eyes.
She shook her head. “You're thinking of the stupid prince.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve got no time for prince’s.” You huff as you ready the ship for the south.
Word spread soon to you that Prince James had been setting sail everyday, and you weren’t about to let that be, so you made your way back. Surely enough you saw the ship, and him, so you got him back in your grasp. “Do you think I am a lire?” You hissed.
“I think you're an honest woman, you came back after all.” He shrugged.
Your brows furrowed. “So you're an idiot, I thought Princes were literate.”
“I am literate, but I also know that if I got you to come back I would see you again.” He admitted.
“So you would have your family and yourself killed to see me again?” You asked.
“I want to go with you, I want to see the world.” He explained.
You shook your head. “Then see it, I’ll give my permission.”
“Not on a royal boat, with men who have to go with me, I want to see you on your boat.”
You scoffed and shook your head again. “Nope, I’m not taking you with me, I’d get killed and then you, goe back home, this is your last chance.”
You left again, and the man reminded you in your mind you kept watch over the sea around the kingdom incase of the stupid prince decided to go back at sea, one night you left the boat, and went to land. Where James waited, the two of you had been sending letters. “Who are you really captain of the seven seas?” He asked you that night.
“I can’t tell you that James.” You spoke softly.
He looked down at you as you both laid in the sad looking up at the moon and stars similar to the one all those years ago when you ran. “Why not, you know I don’t want to harm you.”
“It's more than you hurting me, if I tell you, if I tell you I don’t know if you’ll tell your parents.” You sighed.
“They don’t know we’re even here. You could take me tonight and they wouldn’t know who did it.” He cupped your cheek.
“I’d be the first they’d look into.” You smirked.
He shook his head. “I won’t tell them who you are.”
You gave in. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n, my official title is princess of Asland, I-”
“Ran away ten years ago.” He finished. “I’ve heard all about you, why did you run?”
“I didn’t want to be like my mother and her mother and so on, unhappy, not free, I’ve never returned and never will.” You shook your head.
“What if someone goes to sea there?” He asked.
“I don’t bother, I have someone else take care of it.” You replied. “I have a plan for everything.”
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Drabble;
One Shot;
The Queens Game; “shouldn’t I have a say in the name I take mother, you can’t force me to wed a man I do not know much less a man I do not love!”
The Queens Game II; Part II to The Queens Game
The Queens Game III; Part III to The Queens Game
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You should see me in a crown
Coming soon… series taglist is open just comment. must be 18+ minors DNI
Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Modern royalty AU
You were a princess.
At least that’s what your father had been telling you since the day you were born. In reality you lived in a two story house with your parents in a random neighborhood. It didn’t stop them from giving you everything you could ever want or need. From piano to dance classes, tea parties and dresses. When you grew up you were determined to go to law school and you did with their support. The one thing they never talked about was their homeland or your father’s family. They taught you all about traditions but whenever the subject was brought up they would quickly shut it down. So it wasn’t a surprise when you planned a vacation with your best friend that would take you to a few countries in Europe, including their homeland. You only wanted to have a life changing experience.
And you would.
James Buchanan Barnes was the crowned prince of his home country. He was next in line to become king. Every day that passed was a reminder of it. His parents’ words echoed in his head constantly. He needed to settle down and get married, start a family. All in the name of the crown. Bucky was more than ok doing that, he just wanted to do it with someone he loved. Yet love was the one thing royalty rarely found. His reputation of being a playboy didn’t help when it came time to settle down either. It came as no surprise that his parents became matchmakers.
Two worlds are turned completely upside down. Bucky wants a chance to find love. You desperately seek to connect to your roots. Hearts are broken and truths are revealed.
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Windfall
Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.
Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader
Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,
Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness
Words: 940+
The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.
People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.
“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”
The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”
You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.
“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”
“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”
“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”
“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”
“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”
“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”
You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.
Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.
“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”
“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”
Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.
You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.
Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.
You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.
You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.
You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.
The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.
So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.
You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.
“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”
Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.
“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.
The men watch your move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.
“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”
You nod.
“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”
You nod again.
“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”
“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”
“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”
“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”
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Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Queen!Reader
Summary: Sir James Barnes has served at your side for over five years. For five years, he’s silently adored you from behind his metal armor. But what would happen if he could no longer keep it a secret from you? Could you possibly harbor similar affections for him? Afterall, he’s just a knight - you’re the queen.
Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (smut will be indicated with a ❂︎), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, flirting. Secret relationship. Each installment will contain it’s own warnings.
Installments are organized in chronological order. If you have any suggestions, or questions about the pair, please send an ask! It may be turned into a chapter <3
Yes, Your Grace
Adoring Fool ❂︎
Masked Stranger
If Only for a Moment
Moodboards:
a little picnic
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Cordially Invited
Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Summary: You're in need of a date for an upcoming wedding.
Word Count: Over 1.9k
Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), could be considered fake dating (or is it? 😏), protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), future smut.
A/N: Again, I need another AU like a hole in the head, but here we are. @11thstreetvigilante, thank you for letting me scream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly.
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Modern royalty is both a wondrous and strange concept. As the only child of the King and Queen of Brooklyn, your parents raised you with a blend of tradition and modernization. They taught you to speak your mind while stressing to follow certain customs. You did your best to make them proud.
The picture-perfect princess.
Except, you didn't have a prince by your side.
“Something wrong, your highness?”
You turned in your chair to look at your personal knight, James “Bucky” Barnes. Standing tall at 6’4” with a muscular build, he served as your bodyguard when he wasn’t fighting for your father. Like his father before him. You worried in the beginning that he’d resent you for having to be your personal guard, but he took his duties seriously. He watched over you as if it was an honor to do so. Though he intimidated most because of his size and strength, he displayed kindness toward you. He quickly became one of your closest confidants.
A knight in name, but a prince in my heart.
“Nothing to concern yourself with.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, not moving from his spot in the left corner of your large bedroom. It was the perfect vantage point for him to see your window, the door, and you. “You dismissed your ladies for no reason, you’re not dressed for the day, and you’ve been staring at that invitation for the better part of an hour.”
You turned back toward your vanity and picked up the ornate invitation with a sigh.
Her Majesty Queen of Waverly requests the pleasure of your company at the Marriage of His Royal Highness Prince Clinton of Waverly with Her Royal Highness Princess Natalia of Volgograd.
You RSVP’d to Clint and Natasha’s wedding weeks ago and said you would bring a plus one because that was the expectation. Your parents asked every day since the invitation arrived who you planned to have on your arm. They gave you the option of choosing instead of making the decision themselves. With the wedding around the corner, you were running out of time.
“I still haven't chosen a date and my parents want an answer today."
"Forgive me for saying so, but you have been dodging the King and Queen's question."
"I know, I know. They're already disappointed that I've dragged this out."
Just like they're probably disappointed that they didn't arrange a marriage for me once I was old enough to wed.
"I highly doubt you could do anything to disappoint them or anyone else. You’re Brooklyn’s beloved princess through and through," he said.
Blood rushed to your cheeks as you set the invitation down. His praise felt good. "Thank you, Bucky. But why do I have to bring someone?”
"Tradition," he replied, crossing his arms. “You know, I figured the princes would be knocking down your door at the chance to be your plus one.”
“As if you’d let them get close enough to ask,” you said. "You don't even let Sir Steven near me and he's your best friend."
As your knight, one of Bucky's duties was to keep you safe from any possible threats. He took it to the extreme. If anyone got within a few feet of you, he was there to keep them away. Most didn’t try to speak to you once they caught a glimpse of him.
“It is my job to protect you,” he reminded you. “Especially from handsy princes.”
"Does that include Prince Nicholas?"
Bucky's jaw twitched as he nodded. It was a bit of a low blow to mention Nick’s name considering your knight couldn’t stand him. The prince was one of the few men not afraid of him.
"Especially Prince Nicholas," he grumbled, not hiding his disdain for the man. "What gift did he send you last week?"
"An emerald necklace. I almost felt bad sending it back."
"Insulting. Doesn't he know diamonds are a girl's best friend?"
You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror, which made him chuckle. The sound sent a jolt between your thighs. Between that and the earlier praise, you prayed he didn’t notice how it affected you. Your knight was not only brave and trusting, but so handsome. Staring into his eyes was like getting lost at sea. Too many nights, you imagined how silky the brown strands of his hair would feel against your fingers.
And how the scruff on his chin would feel between your legs.
“Emeralds, diamonds, it doesn't matter. You don’t let any man get close enough to give them to me themselves,” you muttered to distract yourself from getting aroused. “Some days I wonder if you take pleasure in making sure I’m alone.”
Bucky frowned as he unfolded his arms. “You think I want you to be alone?”
"You tell me. My parents want me to wed eventually, but how will that happen if you won't let any suitors near me?" you asked, toying with one of your makeup brushes to keep your hands busy. “Or are you punishing me for constantly being on babysitting duty?"
"I'm sure the right man can court you without being in close proximity to you," he said, even though he didn't sound pleased. "And we both know I want to watch over you, so why are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
You looked away, embarrassed. You had no reason to speak to him like that. But how could you admit that you didn’t want any suitors when you had him right in front of you? He wasn’t just your knight, he was everything to you. It upset you to think he didn't want you. It scared you more that he’d resign from his duties to settle down and have his own family. You didn't want that day to come.
Is it selfish that I want him forever by my side?
“I’m not trying to pick a fight,” you said, turning in your chair to face him. “And you know I don't care about any suitors. I'm just frustrated."
That includes being sexually frustrated and the toy I named after you is calling my name.
"I'm glad you don't care about those suitors because if you married one soon, I might be out of a job."
"You're stuck with me no matter what," you smiled. "I'm sorry for being rude."
“Give me a hug, princess, and I’ll forgive you,” he said as he held out his arms.
“No,” you said, but you were already on your feet. The robe you wore didn't do much to cover your body and you wondered if you imagined the hunger in his eyes. “I don’t think you deserve a hug.”
He placed his left hand over his chest, which drew your attention to it. He lost his left arm in battle years before and the kingdom had a state of the art metal prosthetic fashioned for him. To some, it was a sign of sacrifice and bravery. It showed you that he was a fighter and survivor.
“You wounded me with your words and you’re hurting me more by denying me a simple request.”
You fought to keep from smiling as you walked toward him. Knowing that he wanted to touch you, even in an innocent form, was a heady feeling. You wanted his touch, too. You craved it like nothing else.
“I’m only going to hug you because I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around him once you were close enough.
He inhaled as he hugged you close and you allowed yourself to melt in his strong embrace. It made you feel safe and cared for. “I love you, too, my princess,” he whispered.
You closed your eyes and hid your face in his shoulder. Whenever you said you did things for him because you loved him, he always replied that he loved you, too. You dreamt of falling asleep to him whispering that in your ear.
I wish he loved me the way I love him.
“If I could, I'd be your date for the evening."
You lifted your head and pulled free from his arms as you considered his words. You couldn't stop the grin from spreading across your face. Bucky as your date? Why didn't you think of that?
“What’s that look for?”
"Sir James, would you do me the honor of being my date to the wedding?"
His eyebrows shot up. "You called me James."
"That should tell you how serious I am."
Please, don't reject me. I'd feel like a fool.
He cleared his throat and you tried not to feel anxious as you waited for his answer. "I’m not a prince.”
“Who said I have to bring a prince? It may be tradition for a princess to have someone on their arm for royal functions, but it should be a person of my choosing. Who better than the man my parents trust with my life?”
“But-” he began before you held up a hand to stop him.
"Isn't it your duty to serve and protect me? Your princess?" you asked.
“It is,” he answered, looking down when you took his left hand in yours.
“Bucky, I’m not just asking you as my knight. I’m asking because I want you to go with me,” you said, your voice soft as he lifted his head to look at you. "There’s no one else I’d rather go with."
You felt a slight burn in your eyes from unshed tears, but you held your head high. If he sensed your vulnerability, he kindly didn't call you out on it. You didn’t want to command him to take you nor did you want to beg.
“But if you don’t want to, I understand. I can ask Prince Nicholas instead.”
Bucky stopped you before you could turn away from him. "You'll do no such thing," he said, bringing your hand to his lips and softly kissing it. “It would be my honor to be your date, your highness."
"Really?" you smiled as he lowered your hand, but didn't let go.
"Only because I love you," he smiled back.
Your heart raced as you playfully hit his arm, letting your touch linger. "That's my line," you teased, looking over your shoulder to check the time. "Let's go tell my parents."
"You're in your robe," he reminded you as you tried to pull him across the room. "I don't think the other guards need to see you like that."
"I'll change later," you huffed when he planted his feet firmly on the ground. A wall of muscle, he was nearly impossible to move. "Bucky."
You gasped when he gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His enormous hand could crush your bones if he chose to, but the gentle hold reminded you that you were in his care. There was no mistaking the hunger there this time.
"Get dressed, princess," he gently ordered, his voice deeper than before.
I'm going to have to change my panties since I'm soaking wet.
"Then we'll tell your parents."
"Yes, Bucky," you whispered as he released you, having to put some distance between the two of you. If you didn't, you'd be too tempted to kiss him. And if you kissed him, you wouldn't be able to stop.
"Good girl," he smirked, moving back to his spot in the corner as you tried to calm your pounding heart. "I'll be right here waiting."
Good girl?
You weren't sure if he was teasing you or trying to rile you up, but you could play, too.
Oh, this wedding is going to be a lot of fun.
Let's hope it's nice and easy for them. We'll see how it goes. 😏 Check out Part 2. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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Alpha, Beta (& Omega)
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x Bucky
Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, enemies to lovers
Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, eldest son James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.
A contract of engagement. (Word count: 1066) Teen
A most untoward introduction. (Word count: 2368) Mature
A wedding eve's dinner. (Word count: 1619) Teen
A late morning wedding. (Word count: 1862) Teen
A wedding night. (Word Count 2411) Explicit
A honeymoon. (Word Count 2976) Teen
A honeymoon, cont'd. (Word Count: 3536) Mature
A consummation. (Word Count: 2817) Explicit
A fever (Word Count: 3619) Mature
A consummation, cont'd (Word count: 2928) Explicit
A school reunion (Word count 3449) Teen
A sojourn in London (Word count 2010) Teen
A public scene (Word count 3617) Teen
A Headship's rebuke (Word count 3627) Teen
A dream, a visit, a game (Word count 4823) Explicit
A tour of the continent (Word count 5652) Explicit
A Homecoming (Word count 4286) Explicit
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The Queen Who Married Two Kings 3
Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)
Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU
Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her. Drama, confusion, secret keeping?
I’ve tried not to describe reader at all so you can be whomever you want.
Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?
A/N: I had no idea how to do a ceremony, so I let rip with my imagination...
You woke early on the morning of your wedding, butterflies already dancing in your tummy. You stretched and felt your nightgown move against your skin as hopes and dreams left your sleepy mind.
Everything was moving so fast, you hadn’t known them a week ago and now you were to be wed to not one but two men.
Tomorrow morning they would be with you when you woke, they would see you like this, less than perfect. Something about that, about two powerful men seeing you at your worst made your heart twist in excitement.
Would they leave you if you weren’t beautifully made up and put together with your hair pinned and decorated? Were you even beautiful? Only your mother and your ladies maids had called you beautiful, and once Tony had called you pretty.
You sighed and pushed the covers back ready to clear your mind and start the day off as you meant to go on. The knock on the door startled you and you pulled the blankets back around your naked knees. “Come in,” you called.
The door opened and Bucky stepped inside your room carrying a tray, Steve behind him carrying a single red rose. They looked smug as they made themselves comfortable on your bed.
Steve picked up a cut of cold meat with his fingers and held it to you. You parted your lips and took a cautionary bite your eyes on his fingers as he fed you. You didn’t miss Steve’s thumb brushing over your bottom lip after you accepted the food. He followed it with a quick kiss to your lips.
“My turn,” Bucky said reaching for another piece of meat. They took turns feeding you and each other, the act oddly intimate. No words were needed, and there was a spark in the room that you didn’t understand just yet, but it made your body knot up with anticipation.
Bucky’s face looked a little ragged like he hadn’t had much sleep and his hair was messed, but he seemed happy, relaxed. Steve looked fresh and ready to take on the world. You wondered if they had a disagreement but there was no hostility between them.
Bucky set the tray aside when you were finished and turned to smile at you. “I have to go shave now, make ready for my beautiful bride,” he said scratching at his face.
“Don’t,” you said biting your lip when you heard your own firm tone. You reached a hand up and ran your fingertips through his stubble. “I like it.”
Steve chuckled and turned to Bucky with sparkling eyes. “Told you punk.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, but he leaned close to Steve pecking his lips.
You watched them with fascination, and when both men turned to you, your heart raced in your chest and your throat tightened. It was Steve who leaned close to kiss you first, just a brush of lips against yours, and when you gasped he took advantage and deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing yours. Before you knew it he was away and Bucky was kissing you. He was rougher than Steve, nipping your lip then soothing it with his tongue.
You had to clench your legs together because of the sudden heat pooling between your thighs. Your whole body tingled, you were on the edge of something but you didn’t know what.
Bucky’s hand was on your waist, and he slid it higher until he touched the bottom of your breast. You gasped again and Steve growled low in his throat. “Bucky.”
“You look gorgeous,” Steve said as he pulled Bucky up by the arm. “And if we don’t go now, well, we won’t make the wedding.”
You watched them go, your plump bottom lip between your teeth. As soon as the door closed you fell backwards, a wide smile on your face.
When your ladies came to help your put on the new gown for your wedding you were beaming. Your father had ordered a dress for you but you had made sure to speak to the seamstress so it looked the way you wanted. You had realised early on in life that a little kindness, along with some kind of generous token, went a long way. You were short two beautiful hair combs and a kitten from the stable, but the end result was worth it. Getting a trick over your father though, that had filled you with pride.
Erica powdered your face slightly but your lips were still stinging from Steve and Bucky’s attentions earlier and you barely had to pay them any attention, just a little of your gloss and you were ready to be wed.
Each step closer to the wedding chapel felt like a lifetime, and your heart raced so hard you could hear nothing but the rushing of blood in your ears. You were focused on your next step, and that alone for fear you might trip and fall in your delicate new shoes.
Your father waited at the chapel doors, a dark scowl on his face. “That’s not the dress I approved.”
You swallowed but didn’t respond. He clicked his tongue. “You will not embarrass me or make a spectacle of yourself. You will obey me whilst here. This is my home and you’re my daughter. Remember where your loyalties lie.”
You looked at him but you didn’t speak and after a moment he huffed out a breath and held his hand out. You rested your hand atop his and let him lead you towards the aisle then towards the alter.
Both men stood on either side of your fathers priest and a friar from Farotaide. They were dressed simply in dark battle pants, boots and white silken shirts, but they looked magnificent, especially compared to your family in their opulently golden threaded suits.
Two hands reached out, their right hands and you reached your right hand forward to them. A nod was given to your father then he was dismissed.
Your fathers priest began to talk as the friar wound three lengths of silk around your joined hands.
“Hand fastening is how we solidify the bonds of marriage in Farotaide, this is just the first step. The rest you must take together and individually.” The friar was whispering quietly to you, his brow furrowed.
“You must be willing to give up that which you hold most dear, and you must trust that these men will give it back to you. In turn you must give to them what you take away.”
You frowned, your skull felt like it was full of wool, but you looked at the old man and his soft face, and then at your betrothed and you knew, without a shadow of a doubt that they would be good husbands. Good men.
With your consent the ritual started, with blood and smoke and chanting. You were a little awed by everything going on around you, but the two men anchored you, hands tight to yours, eyes soft and full of warmth.
“The smoke, from incense, symbolises the merging of souls,” Steve whispered so soft his lips barely moved. “Blood is to promote strong bonds and fertility, and our hand fasting is our literal joining.”
“What do the words mean?” You asked softly.
“They bind everything together, just like these ribbons bind us. The words are stitched onto the ribbons, and we’ll use these in ceremonies and symbolically for the rest of our lives,” Steve murmured.
“Kneel,” the friar instructed.
“Left knee down first,” Steve said. You followed them until your knees were sinking into soft velvet cushion on the floor. “Friar will keep us right.”
Steve’s eyes flicked up to the man, and you realised that you knew very little about their rituals, but they guided you none the less. Complicated knots were tied into the ribbons and you were physically bound together.
You paid attention despite your ignorance and afterwards your fathers priest said the words of your gods and bound you in marriage to these two kings.
———
Afterwards, as you sat at the feast between your husbands, you chased the memories of the ceremony, noting questions you would ask them, but this noisy celebration was not the place.
“Do you ride?” Bucky muttered as he leaned close to you. His warm breath tickled your ear and you tried to suppress the shiver, but he noticed.
“No, I vaguely recall a white pony at a time,” you said as you tried to watch everything going on.
There were dancers performing and a bard stood aloft reciting a poem of glory days. The dancers, with wooden weapons enacted the words, twisting and twirling and jumping from table to bench.
“We will have to teach you then,” Steve said as he ignored the servant by the end of you table and cut a chunk of meat, putting it on your plate first. You flushed, you should have been served last. He did the same for Bucky and then himself. “In our home, you feed the others at the table before filling your own plate.”
“Men should be fed first should they not?” You asked as you watched him pile vegetables onto your plate next.
“And if we run out of food?” Bucky nudged you.
“There’s always something,” you swallowed.
“If I were to fill your plate and leave none for myself what would you do?” Steve asked as he took a sip from his goblet.
“I’d share with you,” you said without considering the question.
The two men smiled and you felt like you were being tested.
“Tonight will not be what you expect,” Steve said, changing the subject.
“Oh,” you blushed furiously.
“You must do exactly as we say, what we do is to protect you,” Bucky added. “Even if our actions confuse you.”
You blushed again, trying to hide your face behind your hands, Steve chuckled.
“Oh sweetheart, when it’s that time you will most definitely be ready, but tonight will not be as you expect,” Steve repeated mysteriously. He looked almost disappointed.
———
Your heartbeat fast as they took your hands and with a king to your left and a king to your right, you let them lead you to the wide dance floor. “How will this work?” You murmured out of the side of your mouth.
“It’s okay Doll, we’ve got you,” Bucky said gently. “Just follow our lead.”
You stood side by side, and Bucky took your hand moving you in a slow spin in time with the music. Steve caught your hand turning you in a circle of his own. You repeated this again, and then they took each others hand, spinning together. The room was a blur, it was only the warm skin of their hands and the blue of their eyes that kept you anchored.
You could feel yourself laugh, and they laughed with you and then you were thrust into Steve’s arms and Bucky disappeared. You turned to look for him but Steve caught your chin with his fingers. “Eyes on me my sweet girl.”
You opened your mouth, but Steve gave you a knowing look, and you closed your lips understanding that something unusual was going on. You danced together until Steve led you back to your table, pulling you onto his lap. You shared a goblet as you sipped wine and then Bucky was back, his face flushed as he leaned down to whisper something in Steve’s ear.
“You’re sure?” Steve turned to him.
Bucky’s face was grim as he nodded his head. His eyes flicked to yours and his lips curled up into a soft smile. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time we retired. You may want to bid your family goodnight.”
You nodded and Bucky accompanied you to where your father and brother sat.
“You’re due to retire daughter?” King Howard said with a bored look on his face.
“I am,” your voice shook. You were nervous, standing here, knowing what was about to happen, knowing that your father knew.
“I wish you well daughter, and a son will come about soon I hope, for your sake,” his eyes were dark as they bored into you. You nodded, understanding that was what he expected of you. You were a woman and as far as your father was concerned that was your purpose in life.
———
Steve’s fingers were tight around your hand, his shoulder brushing against yours as you made your way to the bedroom. Your heart was crashing against your chest; your belly was full of butterflies. You were nervous, you had only known these men a few days and you were to give your body to them.
You were on the staircase, passing various pictures of your family’s country estate meant to show off grandeur and wealth to strangers when Bucky paused. His body went completely still save for one deep breath he took, his eyes travelling ahead of them further up the grand staircase. “Is there a shortcut, a way out of here?” Bucky’s voice was low. Steve’s fingers tightened around your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles.
“Yes.” You lowered your tone to match his and nodded at the hallway on the next landing.
“Can we get to the stables from there?” Steve was already pulling you towards the tapestry that hid the door. “Without going back downstairs?”
“Yes.” you said slowly. You looked along the length of the hallway. “It is a service staircase.”
“Do you have a lesser one, a secret one?” His voice was soft as his pace quickened slightly, dropping his head towards you so that you could better hear him.
“Not that I know of, tell me what’s going on?” You asked pulling on Steve’s hand.
“Nothing,” Steve sounded distracted. You turned to him, but kept his pace, and you were almost running to keep beside him. Your legs were starting to ache, and your feet already hurt from your new shoes. Your skirts fluttering around your legs made your look as if you were some sort of spirit floating along the hallway.
You got to the service staircase and met Sam, his eyes flicking all over the hallway. “About time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky said. Steve went first and pulled you behind him. Bucky’s hand was on your waist as he followed behind you.
“Have you got all you need, if we leave now, are you prepared?” Bucky asked urgently.
“What?” You asked. Anger bubbled in your chest suddenly, they were already keeping secrets from you and your marriage wasn’t even consummated. “And where are we going?”
You stopped dead in your tracks. Everyone paused around you but looked at each other.
“We need to leave,” Steve said urgently.
“Why?” You wanted to stomp your foot, but you realised how childish the action would be.
“There’s something happening right now, and we need to leave.” Steve said urgently.
“This is my home, we’re safe here.” You said looking around. You were on the third level of the house, where most of the guest bedrooms were, but everyone was at the party downstairs. It was never this quiet, and you shivered, something wasn’t right you realised.
“That’s the thing; we’re actually not safe at all anymore.” Bucky said placing his hands gently on your waist and squeezing. “We can’t fight them all, not in here without a weapon, and we cannot leave you behind.”
“Leave me behind, fight, what are you talking about?” You demanded. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck prickled.
“Trust us, kitten please,” Steve begged. His blue eyes searched your face and he seemed almost distressed. “There’s a troop of soldiers upstairs waiting for us, for you. I think they’ve tried to trick us early.” Steve said the last part to Sam and Bucky who made agreeing noises.
“Trick, soldiers, tell what the hell is going on!” You demanded clenching Steve’s fingers hard with your own and finally giving in and stomping your heel onto the stone flags. The noise echoed down the staircase. “If you don’t tell me now so help me, you’ll be sorry.”
“We will,” Steve swallowed and nodded to you, his eyes wide and sincere. “We’ll tell you everything, but for now we don’t have time, so I need you to trust us and I need you to come with me. We need to leave here and travel home now.”
By the time you got to the stables several horses were saddled, most of them heavy war horses. There were two sturdy riding horses and Sam immediately swung up onto one of them.
There was a flurry of activity around you and then Steve caught your elbow, looking into your eyes. “You’re going with Bucky.”
You hadn’t noticed your other husband mount his horse, but he sat proud on the steeds back. “Steve-“
His warm lips crashed onto yours. His hands gripped your upper arms tight, pulling you against his chest. He took your breath away as his tongue invaded your mouth pressing against your own. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, and he nipped at your lips.
“I can’t wait to spend my life with you, to get to know you, to love you. You’ll be safe with Bucky, he’ll get you back to Farotaide safely, and I’ll meet up with both of you there,” Steve said, pecking your cheek. His hands slipped up your hips to underneath your arms and he lifted you easily. Bucky caught you, pulling you in front of him. You watched as Steve raised onto his toes. Bucky bent at the waist, and they kissed fierce and fast, biting at each other.
“Be careful,” Steve murmured.
“You too sweetheart,” Bucky said. He righted his body, wrapping one arm around your waist and gathering up his reins. He draped a heavy cloak around your shoulders, ensuring that it covered your legs and feet. Steve was removing your delicate shoes and replacing them with heavy winter boots.
Bucky guided the horse out of the stable and through a back door, padding over grass to an open gate within the city walls. “Your horse?” you asked turning to face Bucky.
“Winter, his name is Winter,” Bucky’s breath was warm on your cheek.
“Hi Winter,” you said stroking his thick mane.
Bucky’s arms tightened around you, and you settled back against his thick chest as you rode away from the only home you’d know in the dead of night.
You didn’t even feel sorry.
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Four other riders joined Bucky and you as you rode northwest away from your home, and it was only Natasha you recognised. The path took you through thick forests and past rushing streams. Bucky kept a steady pace and it was almost daylight before he stopped and helped you from the horse.
Winter nudged him and Bucky chuckled, offering him some titbits from his pocket.
You sat on a log as Natasha and someone introduced to you as Clint went off to make the space safe, setting traps to alert them to anyone’s presence. The others worked quickly building a fire to cook a meal and boil some water but it was soon put out.
As the morning wore on you fell asleep where you sat, almost falling off the log several times.
“Here,” Bucky said moving the massive saddle Winter wore to rest against a tree. He spread his cloak out beneath it. You lay down and gave him a grateful smile, but sleep wouldn’t come despite your tiredness. Every time you fell something jerked you awake. It was only when Bucky finally sat next to you and ran his hand over your head did you relax.
“Tell me what’s going on,” you murmured into his thigh.
“You father meant us harm; he intended to first embarrass us by not alerting us to our own wedding, and then he wished to have you attacked and blame us for it. There is money in war Sweetheart and your father wishes for one to be declared,” Bucky said.
You sat up, the idea of sleep long gone, and stared at him. “Why did you come then?”
Bucky shrugged. “We made a promise to your mother,” he said softly. “We promised her that we would honour the treaty she made when you were a child to get you away from your father. We never break a promise.”
You gaped at him. “You knew my mother.”
“We both did. We met her several times, and we met you as children too. We played together,” Bucky pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder. “We have a lot to tell you but I don’t want to tire you out, please sleep sweet plum, we still have a few days journey ahead and I want to get you home safe as can be.”
You sighed and let yourself sink into his arms. Your body was sore from riding and you were not looking forward to more of it, but you understood that it was necessary.
“Did you have a white pony?” You asked.
Bucky chuckled and stroked your cheek. “No my love, you did,” he said as your heavy eyes finally gave way to slumber.
“It won’t be long before you see the barge men fighting their way over the rapids with goods to trade.” Bucky whispered. “There’s already been a heavy rainfall for the river to run like that, look, see how mist covers the tops of the mountains.” Bucky nodded to the vast landscape ahead of you.
You took in the view, in the dawn light. You had never been this far north before, but you travelled extensively the rest of the lands. “It looks dark,” you replied quietly.
“It is. Life in the North is no picnic; you have to be of a certain constitution to deal with it.” Bucky explained. His chest vibrated at your back and his beard tickled your cheek.
You swallowed, nerves getting the better of you at the thought of your new home. “What about me?” You asked.
“You’re going to fit in fine,” Bucky said confidently. You shifted on his lap, your legs felt numb from hours of riding, and you were about to beg Bucky for a short break when riders approached from behind.
“It’s the plains men; they’re an hour behind us!” The rider said glancing from Bucky to you.
“They ride hard and tire their horses quickly,” Bucky surmised. “We’ll speed up but we’re only thirty minutes from the lakes.”
The Lakes, you knew, was the northern border. Few men crossed it, but no one ever told you why. Natasha trotted up beside them and smirked over at Bucky. “I hope she’s worth it.”
“Come on; don’t tell me this isn’t fun Nat!” Bucky said with a smirk, his eyes dancing. Winter snorted and stomped his feet, eager to move. Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression but you just shrugged at her.
“Not my fault Bucky wants a race,” you said. Natasha smirked and pointed a finger at you.
“I like you.” She said before galloping off.
Twenty minutes later Bucky’s arms tightened around you, and he pressed his face into your neck, breathing deeply. There was a steep bank and he leaned back, pulling you with him. Winter, despite his size was nimble and sure footed as he splashed into the river.
A thin strip of land lay in the middle of the river and your small party crossed it quickly.
Winter danced up the bank and turned, in a circle, his adrenaline high. Bucky nudged him on, and Winter took a short gallop. You laughed, wind whipping your face, and then he approached another stream, this one no higher than his hooves.
“Welcome home.” Bucky said suddenly sitting straight and lifting a hand in greeting. . You looked north and on the crest of the hill legions of men and horses lined up, Steve in the middle of them.
Behind them you saw sloping hills that led to snow-capped mountains peeking through the mist and low clouds. Wide rivers ate through the land; thick forests surrounded it, while the waters of the lake lapped at pebbled shores. The sky was dull, heavier clouds hovering in the distance.
Looking back you gasped as you saw your father’s army hovering a quarter mile from the river bank. They were hovering and instead of looking menacing they just looked disjointed, like they were trying to figure out their next move.
“They’ll not follow us now, but we will have to ensure that the river is well garrisoned this winter,” Bucky said as he guided his horse towards Steve. When you got to him you couldn’t help but smile at his tired face. He smiled back and leaned close to peck your lips, then Bucky’s lips.
“How was your journey,” he asked.
“Slow,” Bucky said as Winter danced away, still full of energy. Steve nodded in understanding, turning his own horse.
“We’ll be home by nightfall,” Steve assured you as he reached for your hand, squeezing your fingers. “And then we’ll get a soothing bath and sleep for three days.”
Bucky hummed in agreement and you guessed he was tired too and looking forward to his bed.
———
You woke with a jolt, your eyes searched frantically to take your surroundings. You were still resting against Bucky’s solid chest. “Sorry, I think I dozed off,” you muttered. Bucky kissed your neck and nuzzled his cheek against your hair.
“You’ve been asleep for three hours,” Bucky said squeezing you tightly.
“I could hear you snoring over here,” Steve added teasingly.
You blew a raspberry at him and he feigned offence before laughing and blowing you a kiss. As you came more awake you noticed there was a lot of activity around you now. “See that keep up there,” Bucky said with his chin resting on your shoulder, his stubble grazing your cheek.
You looked up at the castle sitting atop what looked like a rock. A whole town was built around the castle, and around that were thick walls. You couldn’t see what was beyond, but it looked beautiful in its simplicity.
“Yeah,” you said as you let your eyes roam the area.
“That’s home.” Steve’s voice was soft. He was still beside you but you figured earlier on Bucky’s horse was the more sturdy of the two so you had stayed in his arms for now.
The dark stone blended into the countryside unlike the whitewash your father preferred that made his palace stand out. There was one wall, for show more than protection, around your home, but the castle you rode towards was protected by a mote and several walls rising up the ramparts. There was even a drawbridge, something you’d only seen pictures of or heard stories about. The glow from the windows, and the hustle and bustle around the town made it look the most welcoming place you’d ever travelled to.
As you got closer, and more people gathered, Bucky and Steve greeted them with a wave, a nod or some even a few words. The click of the horse’s hooves on the drawbridge made you shiver as you travelled inside the first set of walls and up past the lower walls of the ramparts. You moved towards what looked to be a stable; it was a massive building that stretched for quite a distance.
Bucky swung down easily and reached up to help you down, swinging you to the ground. Steve was behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I know your legs must feel weak, hold onto me and shake them out if you can and I’ll get you a hot bath organised after we care for the horses.” Steve said, kissing your temple.
“Okay.” you said. You watched Bucky stroke Winter’s neck, talking soothingly to him until you had feeling back in your legs. He unsaddled the horse quickly after that, giving him a rub down with a handful of straw while Steve did the same for his horse.
“There you go Cap,” he said fondly, and you smiled at how gently he gazed at the big horse.
“Can you get us some feed from over there sugar plum.” Bucky said and you were surprised to find he was speaking to you. There was a basket of mixed vegetables on the ground beside a large bin filled with oats. You lifted the basket and with surprising gentleness Winter took a step towards you and dipped his massive head into the basket. A moment later Cap nudged Winter out of the way so he could get share.
“Oh!” you said surprised by their behaviour. “I didn’t expect them to be so gentle and friendly.”
“You smell like them,” Steve explained. You stroked Cap’s nose as he crunched away on his mixture of vegetables while Steve added oats to the mixture.
“Everything in the North is precious, including the horse who allows me to ride him, and the guard of honour we’ve had from the borders.” Bucky said blinking a yawn away.
“Guard of honour?” you asked.
Bucky made a humming noise in his throat. “A wolf pack picked us up at the border.”
“I didn’t see anything.” you said. A rustling noise in the corner drew your attention and you startled at the sight of the wolf in the corner. Beside him a female laid suckling cubs.
“He can be shy.” Bucky said clapping his hand against the horse’s flanks. You wanted to ask the names, but you felt foolish for not noticing the wolf before now, so you kept quiet. “His pack was hunted when he was a cub, I found him and patched up his wounds, brought him home. I’ve always tried to keep from domesticating him but he grew up strong and got himself a pack, and this is where he wanted to have his pups.”
“What about the horses?” You asked.
“We have an understanding,” Steve reassured you. “We take care of each other.”
They finished up and headed towards a staircase. Steve kept a firm arm tight around your waist as he walked your through the castle, keeping to back hallways and staircases. Bucky paused after a few moments, disappearing into a room.
“Bucky’s hungry no doubt, gone off to pilfer the larders. Mrs Wrey will have his hide,” Steve chuckled.
You grinned back. “Steve how come we’re sneaking around?”
“We’ll present you to them in a few days; I want to give you a chance to rest first, and we need to let you know what’s been going on. We’re safe now and we need to enjoy that.”
Chapter 4
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Bucky x Reader Royalty AU +soulmates
“I have found the man, your highness,” proclaimed the captain of the guard. “He has an incredible knack for hiding.”
You gave a pained smile. The stunningly handsome, but glowering man standing before you dressed in all black over chain mail certainly looked like like he could disappear if he wished. It was a little demoralizing that he’d chosen to disappear almost immediately after the moment of recognition of your shared soulmarks.
“Thank you, Steven,” you told him gratefully. “Will you give us a moment alone, please?”
“Of course, your highness,” Steven bowed, and having giving the man a warning glance, marched out of the room, with your other attendants following. You were alone with your soulmate.
You sat and looked at him unspeaking for a moment. He didn’t move a muscle, and returned your gaze steadily. The man had nerve, you admitted to yourself. Rising from your throne, you approached him and got right in his face. Up close, he was even more attractive and you noticed the blue of his eyes and the dimple in his grouchy chin in full detail.
“Why does such an exemplary knight turn tail at meeting his soulmate?” You queried, circling him slowly. “Surely I am not so terribly objectionable, am I?”
The way his eyes followed you as you suggested the complete opposite, which you took as a hopeful sign.
“In no way, your highness,” he finally spoke. His voice was deep and as majestic as the rest of him. “It is simply because I do not feel my soul is worthy to matched with yours. If you knew me, you would be disgusted at how black it is.”
“Sir James,” you sighed sadly. “I know. I also know what you suffered and sacrificed for our country. Life has not been kind to you, but you DO deserve to find happiness, and I deserve to have a choice in the matter, do I not?”
“Of course you do,” Sir James sighed after a moment. “But it could stir up trouble for you.”
“I can deal with that,” you told him. “Just trust the universe knew what it was doing when it matched us. I’ll never forget that look we shared that day. I felt something. Did not you as well?”
James’s eyes softened as you drew closer again.
“I did,” he admitted. “Very strongly.”
You took his marked right hand in your own so that the two soulmarks touched.
“In that case, Sir James, I am making the choice to try to win your heart. Despite what you think, it IS a good one.”
James stared at the joined hands then back at you.
“Who am I to turn down the queen?” he said finally, relaxing from his stiff posture.
“That’s better,” you encouraged. “Shall we adjourn to a more comfortable area for conversing? I wish to learn more about you.”
“Lead on, my queen.”
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lady of the ghosts [chapter 8]
After a great plague ravages your city, you are looking to marry to secure safety for your people. With a war finally ending, the nearby kingdoms are looking to celebrate. King James "Bucky" Barnes decides to continue his family's tradition of hosting a courting season. A medieval courting marvel AU.
Pairing: king!bucky x lady!reader
Warnings: FLUFF, sexual tension, some angst, mention of sex work, mention of war, mention of funeral, tiny amount of anxiety/doubt, swearing, lmk if i've missed anything
Word Count: 3.5
A/N: i wanted to make this a smaller chapter before shit hits the fan, very dialogue heavy and fluffy. please let me know what you think and reblog/like! sorry for any typos - enjoy!!
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It was said that Neume once dwelled in the waters surrounding Faliene. As a guardian of the city, she waited beneath the waves. If she detected malice on the ships that entered her waters, she would rise from the ocean floor, her body hulking and blue with seaweed and barnacles entangled across her flesh. She would seize the ships with an iron grip, the wood splintering and cracking under the strain. She would drag the sailors to the bottom of the dark, sandy sea, where they would either drown or perish in her crushing grip.
She was a protector in more ways than one; her presence wasn’t only to instill fear in those who ventured into the Falienean waters but also to aid those who worshiped her. They claimed she would herd the fish towards the fishermen who sailed off the coast, easing the giant schools into the hand-woven nets. On quiet, empty nights, some claim you could hear her singing. Her hums were reminiscent of whales, eerie and lonesome as they reached across the vast, vacant waters. Her song would lull the creatures to sleep, and only then could she be at peace.
According to legend, Nemue's deep sleep, brought on by her own song, is what caused Faliene's misfortunes to start. As her children waited for her to return, disease and evil crept into her beloved city and slowly poisoned those who remained. Faliene held her breath, waiting in anticipation for the return of her song. The north had been stuck in a slumber for too long; it was time for her to come alive once more.
The breeze was stronger than usual up on the rocky cliff of The Fishhook. The slowly rising sun partially melted the snow and ice below, where the waves pounded mercilessly along the exposed coast.
James squinted his azure eyes against the whipping wind, his hair tousled, and his cheeks pink. The two of you had decided to hike up the southernmost point of Faliene’s coastline before it turned to mountain and sea. You had taken the daunting and winding path upward to the peak of The Fishook, a large curved outlook that had been creatively named due to its shape. Halfway up the path, Steve and Peggy had left you behind in favor of exploring a tiny, frozen cave. You knew it was so they would have a moment alone to continue their activities from the Pass; it was harder to do so with King Harrison’s ever-watching eye.
“Do you see it?” The winds hurtling along the coast have left your lungs burning, and words are nearly stolen as your breath is ripped from you.
“You might have to point it out to me.” James’ admits sheepishly, eyes darting as he surveys the blue, glacial waters below. You step closer to him, careful and slow on the icy rock below, as the two of you are close to the dangerous edge. If the plummet didn’t kill you, the freezing waves crashing against the rocks certainly would.
With a gloved hand, you point at a darker patch of water, where presumably the ocean floor is deeper than the rest of the bay. James ducks his head, his eyeline following along to where you point. Your gaze is on the side of his face, watching each emotion cross while studying every twitch of his eyebrow or jaw.
“It’s supposed to look like a woman curled up on her side.” You explain, watching as he tilts his head ever-so-slightly, as if trying to see from a different perspective. James had been insistent on his prior promise of falling in love with the ghost city. Unlike the other guests, who mainly remained in the warmth of Fort Faliene, drinking and laughing their days away, James required endless exploration.
Sometimes you wondered if it was somewhat of a ploy to get you alone, as even if Steve and Peggy came along as ‘escorts’, the two of you frequently found yourselves abandoned by the pair. Steve and Peggy had more interest in each other's mouths and bodies than the sights of Faliene, unlike James, who remained enraptured by every story and sight you showed him.
You had toured him through the docks, the city, and the surrounding areas. The people of Faliene watched on with knowing smiles; even Brannigan seemed chuffed by your apparent familiarity with the King of Galanta. From what you gathered, the Falieneans were secretly pleased and were growing to forgive you for your lack of engagement. Why pester you about marrying a lord when you were actively seducing a king?
“I see it.” James speaks up from beside you, his confused expression melting into a grin. “Her head is facing the east.”
Your eyes flickered over the now familiar planes of his face, watching as he rubbed the stumble across his jaw out of habit. A small smile plays across your face, words leaving you despite your attention being nowhere near the shape of Neume in the waters below. “I know it’s silly, that it’s just the shape of the seafloor, but Falienean’s have always said it looks like Neume sleeping on her side.”
“You know, everyone always talks about how superstitious the north is, but I think it’s simply that we Southerners are too boring.” He replies, his eyes abruptly cutting to yours. There is a small smirk across his features as he notices your stare, and you look away, cheeks pink, now not only because of the cold.
“I don’t think you’re boring.” You hum quietly, your words nearly stolen by the next gust of wind as you look to your feet.
“We definitely are.”
You sucked on your teeth for a moment, tilting your head so you could see him through your peripherals. A smile crosses your face as you realize he’s been watching you the entire time, gloved fingers reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from your face. You finally pluck up the courage to look back at him. “Tell me a story about Galanta, then. I will be the judge of whether it is boring or not.”
James lets out a long sigh, looking upwards at the horizon in thought. “They are all stories of war and death, I’m surprised I didn’t die of boredom as a child having to listen to all those tales–”
“You know that I like history.” You cut him off, playfully pushing at his chest. Your cheeks warm up more, realizing that the hard muscle beneath doesn't give under your touch. James chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at you. “Tell me a story about when you were at war then. Maybe that will be more exciting because you were actually fighting–”
“People who tell their own tales are always bragging.” James grumbles with a hard look, which quickly softens as he catches your pleading look. He shakes his head with a sigh, humming as if in thought. His hands mindlessly come to your cloak, gloved fingers twisting through the fur trimming.
“During the war,” He begins. “Steve and I stumbled upon Prince Micheal in a whorehouse. He was so drunk on ale that he could barely see, let alone walk. The girls were sick of him, so we offered to take him back to camp. The trip was short-lived, though… We grew tired of dealing with him, so we left him passed out in a pig pen. He didn’t return to camp until the next day, it was lunch when he stormed in. He was all covered in filth. He didn’t remember a thing, but he knew Steve and I had something to do with it, we could hardly keep a straight face due to the stench.”
A laugh bubbles in your chest, and you shake your head at the brunet. Steve had often mentioned how he and James tormented the Prince when they could. Those were tales that Steve would whisper to you over dinner, while Michael bragged and boasted about exaggerated stories further down the table. Though this was not a story you had heard before, you quickly learned that Steve was not as open with you about his secrets as you first assumed – his and Peggy’s affair being just one example. You wondered how many tales from the war were lost to you due to Steve's reluctance to share. This story seemed to have a glaringly obvious reason why.
“You and Steve frequented whorehouses?” You ask innocently, and you hear James suck in a sharp breath, his head tilting to look away guiltily. A teasing smile plays across your lips as you lean closer to him. “The good King James and his knight Sir. Rogers getting their cocks wet? How scandalous.”
You could imagine the girls in the whorehouses would have loved to be visited by James and Steve – rich, handsome war heroes? They would’ve been snatched away before they even put their foot in the door. You didn’t have envy or malice for the whores, unlike some ladies of court who bickered about the ‘filthy harlots roaming the war fronts’. You imagined James and Steve would’ve been a welcome break from the usual soldiers who would’ve wondered their way.
Beside you, James swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, and he looks back at you with surprise in his guarded eyes. You wondered if he had ever heard you speak in such a vulgar way before — Steve definitely had, especially when he schemed and got you a few drinks in. His hands reach out, gripping your waist to tug you even closer to his body, and you oblige with a satisfied sigh.
“It’s just the way of things during war.” He says, his voice husky and low as he looks down at you. His words hesitate, his tongue wetting his lower lip as he scans your face. “You’re telling me you didn’t bed a knight or two during the war? While you were all alone in Haiford Castle?”
Your smirk spreads. “You think King Harrison would’ve let me stay if he had any inkling that I wasn’t a virgin?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
You allow your eyes to roam over his face as you take your time answering his question. You note the way his pupils have dilated and the subtle strain in his jaw, as if silent worry was clawing behind his cool demeanor.
“No. I didn’t.” You reply honestly. “You really think I would invite one of your knights into my bed, or even worse, a Haifordian knight?”
James grins at that, as if secretly pleased by your answer. You could imagine he made assumptions about you, considering your affinity for finding trouble and irritating authority. Even if you often made it your mission to irritate Prince Michael or King Harrison, you had never fallen to the depths of sleeping around with men you despised.
“I must be good then if you’re willing to have me.” He replies, his voice still low and rumbling in his chest.
“And who said you were invited into my bed?” Your eyes flutter upwards as you look at him through your lashes, a coy smile forming in response to his smirk.
James hums, his hands squeezing tighter as he presses a soft, gentle kiss to one of your exposed collarbones. His grin is cheeky as he raises his head once more, his expression near ravenous as he watches your breath hitch slightly, goosebumps raising across your skin. Everything about his touch and scent is intoxicating, and you nearly forget you are standing on an exposed cliff as you lean heavily into his touch.
“I am going to speak with King Harrison tonight.”
“About what?” You manage to stutter out. Your mind is hazy and confused as you try to focus on something other than the pattern he is tracing across your ribcage with his thumb.
“Us. Peggy.” James begins, and you stiffen under his touch. “I am going to gift Steve land and make him a lord – maybe a duke or a count. Something high-ranking enough for him to marry Peggy.”
“I haven’t even agreed to marry you.” You say through narrowed eyes. “Don’t you think this is too early?”
James looks down at you with a frown. “Where else will you go now that the funeral is complete? You can’t return to Haiford… If we settle this issue with King Harrison, you could return to Galanta with me–”
“What if I want to stay here?” You interrupt, and James snaps his mouth shut.
There is a long pause between the two of you, with James sighing slowly through his nose as his grip around your waist eases, his fingers no longer tracing delicate circles.
“Well…” James begins hesitantly. “Once we are married, you will have to balance your time between Faliene and Galanta, as will I. If you cannot lead Faliene until our marriage, it would be wise that you return to Galanta until the ceremonies–”
“I want to be married in Faliene.” You interrupt once more.
“I thought you said you hadn’t agreed–” He starts with a grin, only for you to cut over him again with a huff.
“Hypothetically. If there were a hypothetical marriage between us, I would want it to be here–”
He is still grinning as he speaks, as if amused. His eyebrows arch as he speaks. “You do realize the Galantaians would riot, right? Robbing them of a wedding celebration–”
“I am only just winning back the trust of my people, they would be insulted if I snubbed them–”
“Well, it is tradition for the wife to be married in the husband's–”
The playful tone that had built through your exchange quickly snaps, and a scowl crosses your face as you take a step back from him. “Please don’t tell me you’re under the assumption that a husband should be the only one in charge simply because he is male–”
“No – Y/N. No.” James gasps, exasperated. His gloved hand raises up, cupping your cheeks as he looks down at you with a frown. “If we are married, Faliene would be run by you and only you. I will sign whatever papers you ask me to, and I will not interfere unless you ask my opinion.”
You blink at him slowly, exhaling sharply out of your nose as you lean into his touch despite the stubborn look across your face. A small part of you is anxious; you have been hesitant and cautious to trust all of your life. What if, like Rumlow, James was trying to fool you into marriage so he could control the seafaring of the continent?
“Are you telling the truth?” Your voice is quiet, nearly lost to the winds. Thankfully, James doesn’t seem insulted by your wariness.
“Of course I am. I know that if Faliene is to flourish, it can only be under your rule, not mine.” James hums, his thumb gently swiping over the skin of your cheek before he pulls away. “Maybe it is best we leave the talk of weddings until after I deal with King Harrison. Deal?”
He offers his hand in the small distance between the two of you. You chew on your lip for a moment, nodding your head as the apprehension in your gut eases. You reach out, grasping his forearm near his elbow. The muscle is bulging and swollen in comparison to your small hands. His fingers wrap around your own forearm, engulfing the clothed skin entirely as you both shake hands on this new agreement.
“Deal.” You mutter back, though you can’t fight back the smile that has formed.
There is a new feeling growing in your gut.
Hope.
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“Does King James always fuck you with his eyes?” Wanda asked from behind you, her nimble hands expertly washing the soap from your hair. Your strands were lazily dangling over the side of the tub, the water trickling off into the bucket below. Your eyes rolled back into your head, a small huff leaving your lips as you leaned harder against the warm metal.
Once returning from The Fishhook with Steve and Peggy in tow, Wanda managed to sneak you back into your rooms before your presence was requested elsewhere. Tonight there would be one final feast before most of the guests returned home, and it seemed everyone wanted your attention or opinion on the most mundane of subjects. You had been practically assaulted with questions about dining displays and menus, while the Asgardian Princes, Thor and Loki, somehow managed to trick you into showing them the wine cellar.
As if sensing your rising stress levels, Wanda had pulled you away, declaring she needed to help you bathe and dress for the dinner to follow.
“You can act all coy, but we’ve all noticed it. Brannigan is biting at the bit to start organizing a wedding.” Wanda continues, and you groan loudly, slipping deeper into the warm water.
“Do not let him organize anything.” You grumble, and the woman chuckles behind you.
“When you said you knew the Galantian’s well, I didn’t realize it was because you had invited them into your bed–”
“He has not been in my bed.” You protest, sinking even further into the water until it reaches your chin.
“Ah. Matter of time. You can see it on his face that his cock gets hard everytime he looks at you–”
“Wanda.” You cut over her sternly, wrapping your arms across your chest as you turned in the tub to face her with a scowl. The water sloshes around you at your sudden movements, Wanda withdrawing as a small wave departs the tub. “I have already upset King Harrison enough, I can’t upset him more by having rumors spread around.”
“I am sorry.” Wanda sighs, elbows braced against her thighs, as she leans over to look at you. “I am just excited for you.”
You can’t help but let a small smile grace your lips at her words. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, there was always a sincerity and sweetness to Wanda that made you cave. You move forward through the water, your breasts pressed against the metal as you cross your arms over the lip of the tub.
“I am sorry for keeping secrets… It is just that to keep the peace between Haiford and Galanta, we have to be careful.” You mutter softly. Wanda gives you a sympathetic look, ringing out the damp cloth in her hands.
“King Harrison is still expecting Princess Peggy to marry King James?” She asks quietly, abandoning the cloth over the lip of the tub. You press your lips together tightly, watching as Wanda fetches you a dry towel.
“Unfortunately.” You grumble in return, standing. You allow most of the water to cascade off your skin and hair before wrapping yourself in the towel and carefully stepping out of the tub as Wanda readies your dress.
You quickly dry yourself before the cold sets in, scoffing as Wanda speaks up once more from across the room. “He must be blind if he has not seen the way Princess Peggy and Sir Rogers dance around each other.”
“I think I may have accidentally helped Peggy by distracting King Harrison.” You admit sheepishly.
Wanda snorts. “He seems to be looking everywhere but at Princess Peggy. Gods, he spends more time enamored with Lord Rumlow than–”
“What do you mean?” You cut over her abruptly.
Wanda arches a brow at you. “King Harrison and Lord Rumlow, they’re always constantly muttering away in the corner, haven’t you noticed?”
“I have.” You say it with a frown. At least you had noticed it more back in Galanta, but these past two weeks between the funeral, James, and organizing, you had barely had time to play spy. It was harder to notice the small things of court when you were now the center of attention rather than a ghost slinking around on the outside of conversation.
“Maybe King Harrison has grown bored of wives – Maeve says that the two of them remain locked up in King Harrison’s rooms most days and nights. She scarcely has time to clean!” Wanda says as she helps you pull on your dress, a thick, dark material with fur trimmings and silver beading around the waist.
“Does she know what they are doing in there?” You pry cautiously, tugging the sleeves in place and shooing Wanda away as you begin to lace the front.
“No. They always grow quiet when she knocks, and they send her away. The staff are making bets over what date they’ll announce their affair.”
You don’t reply, instead pondering over this newfound information. Wanda begins muttering about the hairstyle she will craft for you tonight. You are barely listening as you sink into the seat in front of your mother's old vanity. With any hope James’ and King Harrison’s chat goes well tonight, you felt a pit of dread growing in your stomach at the thought of what Rumlow might be scheming.
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A Beautiful, Terrible Thing 13
A/N: In a lot better mood posting this one, also look at this post to know about whats going on because I'm dropping a sub plot but i'm going to be updating this a lot more, and as always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
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Y/n paced Bucky’s office as the memories continued wearing in her mind, some of them bringing tears to her eyes, others fueling anger, it was late at night still Bucky had brought her here after she’d requested it. Tony eventually followed in coming along with Bucky. “What is this?” Tony demanded, angry about being awoken in the middle of his sleep along with angry about none of his questions being met with no answers.
“You’ll see, now will you shut up? I wouldn’t have awoken you for no reason this is more important than you think.” Bucky hissed at the man just outside the door.
“Will you two just stop arguing?” Y/n said with irritation. “Gods!”
“What the hell, she hasn’t been irritated since before-you remember?” Tony asked,
Y/n nodded. Y/n told them everything she remembered from when she was in Hydrana.
“They have a witch, she’s more powerful than Wanda.” Y/n said softly with fear Bucky hugged her closer to him.
“She can’t be Wanda broke her spell if this which you speak of is so powerful Wanda wouldn’t have been able to break the spell.” Tony spoke.
Then the doors were opened, and along with them Wanda came in the kings and the Queen looked up. “Hydana t-they’re planning on attacking there marching upon us as we speak.”
“We need to find Steve and round up the troops and leave.” Bucky told Tony.
Tony nodded. “Every King here will fight with you James to defend the North.”
The sun was rising in the East, over vast mountains covered in Snow and pine trees Kings sat upon their horses in armor there soldiers ready to defend their friends and their own kingdoms.
Tony and Bucky told Y/n she could not be allowed to go with them to where the war would rage, all the men had rode off when they were able to see their breaths being seen in the air, Y/n watched as they rode off, her irritation grew by the second. Yelena came to help her get dressed. “You're plotting something.” The blond spoke.
Y/n looked at her from the balcony. “Aye, I am.”
“Well I want to help.” Yelena smirked.
Y/n smiled at her new friend. “Great, we’re going to need Wanda’s help too.” Wanda helped create a suit of armor for the Queen, it had the cold Sliver of the North with hints of gold from the South, made with ancient dragon scales to make it fireproof, the metal made of vibranium, along with a sword one side of the blade silver and the other gold. She wore a long sleeve leather shirt along with leather pants and boots all protected with armor.
“I’m leaving immediately. I need Moon in his own armor so that he can come along and not be harmed.” Y/n told her closest friends.
“I’m coming with you Y/n.” Yelena insisted, wearing black armor now instead of a handmaid dress.
Y/n shook her head. “I will not ask you to do that Yelena, I won’t ask you to come along and possibly die.”
“I'm not offering my life, I'm coming to make up my due for all the pain my homeland has caused, and if I do die for you it will be worth it, you saved my life one I owe you now more than ever.” Yelena told her.
“I won’t let you die for me, but you can come along.” Y/n sighed.
Y/n got on Moon who now wore vibranium and dragon scale armor similar to his owne, Snow by her side and Yelena mounted upon Wanda's horse, Y/n turned to said friend. “Wanda make sure nothing happens to Aaron please.” The Queen begged.
“You know I will, and I’ll protect the army’s form here with my magic.” Wanda assured her friend with a squeeze of her friend's hands.
The Queen and Handmaid road off towards where the Kings and there army’s road, Y/n there horses road as fast as there legs could go, a comment pounding across the could ground the two horses and the single wolf ran.
“Hopefully they are not all dead by the time we get to the camp.” Yelen huffed out.
Y/n looked at the woman. “They won't be Hydrana may be far but most of them are lazy and stupid people spesificaly the people who support the royals, it took the men who kidnapped me days to get to there kingdome while James and my brother made it in a night you know why, it’s because they persevered and didn’t let anything stop them, and we are of the North so we will make it before it is too late.”
After hours of riding, the two women caught up to the army’s and their leaders,
Yelena and Y/n rode around the army to the front where she would find her husband and brother she rode to a stop in front of the men, being jolted forward and almost off the horse while Snow's fur stood on end. “Y/n?” Bucky asked aloud.
“You two thought you could make me stay in the walls of the castle while you fight, great joke, but I’m coming and fighting, and I’m killing that tyrant.” Y/n spoke with a powerful voice showing she wasn’t going to stand down. “Or I’ll fight on my own with Yelena and Snow by my side.”
Tony was the first to speak up. “I will not watch you die, I will not lose my mother, father and sister.”
“Tony this isn’t your place to speak, we aren't in the South this isn’t your land.” Y/n argued with her brother. “You can not command me of anything.”
“I say let her fight.” King T’challa spoke first. “My army is that of women and I haven’t seen them lose a fight yet, but I have seen army’s of only men lose.”
“Aye! I agree.” Thor spoke. “That of the Valkyrie have lived to see many fight’s along with Lady Sif.”
Tony looked at the man who is his brother-in-law. “James, you can't possibly agree.”
Bucky looked at the man. “I won’t let my wife die alone.” He spoke.
Tony used his rains to make his horse Philippe go forward and around his sister, Moon fell in march with Winter, Snow still walking beside her owner. “Where’s Night?” Y/n asked her husband.
“He’s in the back protecting us from attackers.” He told her.
“Tony will get over it, you know, and so will you.” She spoke. “It’s only fair.”
Bucky huffed. “I do wish you stayed at the castle, for you’ll be a distraction.”
“That’s why I’ll worry about myself and you will worry about you.” She told him. “I don’t need your protection, I can tie my own boots myself like a big girl.” She said sarcastically.
They rode until sunset, which is when they set up camp, and they ate a shitty meal but all dealt with it, then the King's plan to strategize, Tony had told her to go into the tent she and Bucky would share until the next morning but she ignored what he told her, she followed the leaders to where they were headed, she being the last of them to show up hidden behind many of the men, she had to fight through the tall stachtures of men like King Thor and King T’challa. Once she wormed her way through she was met with judging looks from some of the Kings, Tony looked at her with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?” Tony asked his sister.
Y/n looked at the room of men who were murmuring. “If I’m going to be a part of this war, I’m going to be in the meeting to plan with you all.” She stated to all of the kings standing around the table. “I’m not a child, I’m no longer a Princess I’m the Queen of the North, and I plan to fight with my King to protect our lands and realms, so it’s time that you pull your heads form your arses and start to actually see me as King T’chall and Thor do and treat me with the same respect you show all of your army’s and your fellow rulers, I have been through hell’s you can’t even possibly imagine and I plan to get my revenge, and kill the man who took my unborn child away from me, and so I will take his head and my wolf will feed off his corps.” This seemed to rhile the men up, making them cheer.
After some plotting they all drank and along with alcohol came lust, Y/n led Bucky away from the rest of the men to their large tent once inside, Y/n scoffed. “And you wanted to have this to yourself.” She smirked as she undressed the man in front of her, both had already taken off the armor they wore while riding.
Bucky smirked. “You look good in black.”
Yelena sat on a wood log alone and watched as the Queen vowed her loyalties to lead the King away, sadness took a lock over her features, the Captain came and sat next to the woman. “If your looking for a good fuck I suggest looking else where.”
The blond man laughed. “Not so much a fuck, but a conversation, I alredy have someone back in the north waiting.”
“Oh, is it lady Natasha or Wanda?” Yelena asked.
“Lady Peggy.” Steve told her honestly.
Yelen looked at him. “From the old kingdom?” The man nodded. “I heard it’s hard to leave.”
“She figured it out, but I’m not here to talk to you about my love but about yours, the King I think your new best friend wouldn’t be too happy with sharing her hu-” She cut off Steve.
“I don’t think her husband would be happy with sharing.” She interrupted.
Steve looked at her with shock. “The Quee-”
“I suggest we shut up before I am beheaded by one of these men.” Yelena interrupted before he could finish. “I promised to protect her and that is what I will do even if I die.”
“That’s not what she would want.” Steve told her. “If you make it through this I will make sure you are rewarded.”
“How?” She asked.
“A Guard?” He offered.
She scoffed. “And have to match passt there door and listen to the King fuck her, no thank you.”
“All the women you want? A one way free ticket to a whore house for the rest of your life.” He said, smirking.
“Kill me.” She told him.
Steve whipped his head towards her. “I can not do that, it would be against what I believe, and Y/n would never allow it, you would have to be an enemy of the North for me to kill you.”
“Then if I live I’ll kill one of your men, one who’s a fool and then you can take me to the forest and chop my head off.” She told him as she kicked back the rest of her ale.
“No you won’t, I’ll give you all the riches you want and you can go live a peaceful life, no death, just a peaceful life in the North, South or any kingdom you wish, but I won’t kill you and you will not kill one of my men.” He spoke softly to her. “I do want one thing from you.”
“Hmm?” She hummed.
“Tell Y/n.”
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enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo
author’s note; this took about two months of procrastination and here we are. please let me know if you would like a part two to this, because i have several ideas!
“walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when i saw your face. all i can say is it was enchanting to meet you.”
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These dances always made Bucky itch with annoyance. As the Rogers bodyguard, his only role was to stand on the sidelines and watch the attendees dance and flirt and flutter among the ballroom.
The ballroom always became hot and crowded with the endless amount of people, especially all the big flouncy dresses the many omegas were wearing. It caused Bucky’s brow to sweat and his 3 piece suit that King Rogers had insisted his guard wear to become tight.
Bucky was the King’s most valuable asset, what with Bucky’s trained hand and ability. He had become close with the King, not unprofessional, almost like brothers of some sort. He knew a lot about the evening he had planned for tonight.
Like the fact that King Stark would come from afar to sign a peace treaty.
That’s what the entire ball was about. Though King Rogers loved to host dances and celebrations, this one was of actual importance to their kingdom’s safety.
Another thing he had heard on goers and servants whisper about before was not just King Stark, but his omega son, Peter. Bucky had rolled his eyes. What was so important about this kid? Yes, he was a princess, but it’s not like he hung the moon in the sky or anything.
He almost had to stop himself from snorting when someone mentioned him being able to talk to animals or the fact that he always smelled of roses. How ridiculous.
Bucky found himself in a comfortable stance as he surveyed the crowded ballroom. King Stark was seated next to King Rogers, and the two were chattering lively over goblets of expensive wine.
One thing about being a bodyguard is that after a short period of standing, your muscles begin to ache. Luckily, Bucky had been doing this for so long that his body had became used to the feeling. Though, his body became antsy. The worst part about being a young alpha is the fact that you’re never really tired. Always on the lookout for predators, always wondering when your next meal will be, always…
Bucky straightened back up and caught a glance at Clint, the other bodyguard that he worked closely with. Clint gave him a raised brow, before Bucky simply shrugged and leaned over to whisper (Though the ball was rowdy enough that whispering wasn’t really necessary,) “I’m going to go freshen up. You good here?”
Clint rolled his eyes but simply nodded. “Don’t let His Highness catch you out of your station.”
Bucky sighed but walked forward anyway. He just needed to use the bathroom for a moment. Wipe his face, splash some water. The evening had only just begun.
As Bucky began his way across the ball, he uncharacteristically halted to a stop when he noticed someone in the crowd. A man— no, a boy. Or maybe a young man in the crowd. Bucky immediately noticed that he was an omega. Not that male omegas weren’t normal, they just weren’t horribly common.
Then, one after the other, he noticed things. First, he noticed how the boy was talking to someone. An alpha, Bucky noted, senses slightly heightened. The omega seemed to be smiling, albeit a little too wide to be comfortable with a drink in his hand. Second, his dress was smaller. Still to his ankles, but not as big and poofy as many of the omegas here were wearing. Last, the omega had fixated his gaze off the whoever-the-fuck alpha and on him.
Like a siren, Bucky drifted deeper into the crowd.
“Have we met?” The boy smiled once Bucky was close enough to hear him. He was gorgeous, Bucky thought to himself.
The alpha looked, dumbfounded, at this little omega. He must have only been around 5’4, and with Bucky standing at a whopping 6’2, he practically craned over the little thing.
Bucky anxiously scratched at his scent patch, a mandatory setback with working at the palace. His alpha hormones could go out of wack with how many people he worked with on a day to day basis.
The boy eyed the patch and if he cared, he didn’t show it. Instead he blinked and tilted his head to wait for an answer.
Bucky gulped and shook his head quickly. “I believe we have not,” He said and bowed, “You’re not apart of my King’s court. I would know. That’s why I…” Noticed you.
The brown haired omega (Bucky just registered that he was brunette) simply giggled and held out his hand. “Since you’re all knowing, I’d expect that you know how to dance?”
In a perfect reality, Bucky would be an amazing dancer and he would show off his skills to this wonderful little omega that the gods had blessed him with tonight. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t perfect.
“I do,” Bucky lied, “But not very well.” He said with a hint of truth.
“It’s fun.” The boy said, “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”
Bucky took the omega’s hand with a surge of that built in alpha confidence and even though Bucky had two left feet, he let himself go and followed along with the boy’s steps. Within the couple of minutes that the song took, Bucky studied his features.
Fluffy brown curls that fell past his chocolate brown eyes. Pale skin with little dotted freckles along his cheeks. Pink lips. Long lashes. Button nose. A faint smell of flowers.
“You never told me your name.” Bucky said as he leaned down to kiss the back of the boy’s hand.
“You never told me yours either.” The omega giggled softly. “It is impolite though.. my name’s—“
A loud voice boomed throughout the crowd. “Peter Benjamin Stark!” Everyone fell silent and the orchestra paused their music.
The omega.. (Peter?) turned to look in the direction of the voice, his scent switching from calm to annoyed in a millisecond.
King Rogers caught Bucky’s eye and the alpha flushed embarrassedly.
King Stark made his way through the crowd with something quite shiny in his hand. He then rolled his eyes at the still crowd. “As you were. This is between me and my son.”
The lump in Bucky’s throat didn’t leave as Peter dropped his hand and turned to face his father. This omega was King Stark’s son? He couldn’t believe it. Him, a bodyguard, had danced with a member of the royal family. King Rogers would fire him without fail.
“How many times have I told you to wear your crown in public, Peter?” Bucky could see now that King Stark was holding Peter’s dainty little crown. The thing was adorned with the finest jewels and Bucky realized that it was probably worth more than his own life.
“But daddy, I—“
“How many times?” King Stark’s voice was stern but still fond. Fatherly.
“A lot.” Peter frowned and hung his head embarrassedly. He took the crown from the man’s hand and shoved it on top of his curls clumsily.
Bucky had the urge to fix it for him but he realized that that would be crossing several lines, even for him.
“People need to know of your importance, Peter. Imagine if someone accidentally bumped into you? They would have no clue who they were hurting. I should not have to lecture you in front of two hundred people, and in front of King Rogers�� court,” He gently placed his hands on Peter’s arms and sighed, “Seeing as we’ll be staying here in the palace for the week, we must make a good impression. You must be on your best—“
Peter cut him off and finished his sentence. “Behavior. Yes, I know, dad.”
“Now, who’s this?” King Stark turned to Bucky.
Bucky realized that he had been standing idly for the entire conversation. He swallowed and bowed to the King swiftly, sweating slightly. This could be the end of his job. Or his life. Same thing.
“Oh!” Peter bursted excitedly, turning to look at Bucky before looking at Tony once more. “This is—“ He cut himself off before frowning. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?”
“Sergeant James Barnes, your Highness. King Rogers’ bodyguard. I am so sorry if I did anything to offend your status or crown. I didn’t know that Peter— Princess Peter was your son.” Still bowing, Tony looked down at the man.
“You may stand. Peter. Did he hurt you?”
“N—no, daddy! We just danced, you do this every time!” Peter groaned and shook his head wildly.
“Just looking out for you, pet. Come, let’s not make a fool of ourselves on the dance floor. James, please, follow. I’m sure King Rogers will have a lot to deal with considering you were out of your station.”
King Rogers had told King Stark that he would like to have a conversation between the four of them in private, which meant that it was another two agonizing hours of standing, watching, waiting. Feeling bile in his throat at the idea of losing his job.
Worst of all, Peter was not allowed to dance for the rest of the night. He sat next to his father, looking pretty but utmostly bored. Bucky felt a twang of sympathy and guilt in his chest.
and two hours later— finally, finally, the ball was over. People were leaving, guests were bidding the Kings goodnight.
Bucky was shaking with anxiety.
Clint patted his back as they walked back into the common room where the Kings and Peter had resided. “It’s alright, man. I’m sure it’ll just be a strict talking to.”
Bucky wasn’t quite as sure as Clint.
#winterspider#abo#omegaverse#omega peter#alpha bucky#bucky barnes#peter parker#spiderman#tony stark#steve rogers#clint barton#royalty au#abo au#lee writes#fic#ficlet#drabble
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Just a lil stucky WIP I pooped out just now, tell me how we feeling about it
Steve quickly made his way down the ornate castle halls, making sure to keep his dress from tripping him. He zipped past servants going on about their work, heels clacking loudly on the marble floors before coming to face a large intrequit door.
He slammed it open, chest heaving as he came to a stop. His mother and a very familiar face stood at the foot of the throne, two guards by each person.
"Bucky?" He said breathlessly, the man in question turned from the queen Sarah--Steve's mother-- and grinned. "Hey stevie" He said as he held out his arms, inviting the blond in.
Steve quickly took the hint and pushed himself from the door and into the brunet alphas arms. He jumped and bucky quickly caught him in air and spun him around, Steve's dress and bucky coat tails dramatically spinning with them.
Bucky sat Steve back down on the floor looking down at him with an even bigger smile on his handsome face. "Long time no see, huh?" He said kiddingly, Steve still in his embrace.
Steve's bright expression quickly turned to anger, "You jerk!" He said sternly as he broke from his embrace and punched the much larger man's shoulder.
Bucky laughed and held a gloved hand up to one of his, frankly, confused guards--a heavier set man with a bushy mustache, as moved towards them.
"I haven't seen you in forever and I have to find out through servant gossip that you were here?!" Not lowering his voice any but there was no real malice in his tone.
"Sorry doll, my dad was working me to the bone, trying to get me ready for the throne." He explains, " hardly any time to write or visit." He put his hands on Steve's shoulders as to stop his flailing.
Steve huffed at the explanation but stopped his movements. "Can I tell you why I'm here?" Bucky ducked down to meet Steve's eyes, who looked back up at him through his lashes and nodded with a pout.
"Well, I've got news and I of course wanted you to be the first to know." Steve perked up, wondering what it could possibly be.
"I'm getting married." Bucky said with a smile.
Steve's heart dropped, he blinked a couple of times in confusion. "What?" He barely heard himself over the blood rushing to his ears.
He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "That... is great." He tried his best to look and sound excited for the alpha, but even to him it didn't sound right. "Do I... do I know them? What are they like?" He knew he shouldn't be but he was curious to find who would be taking the spot by Bucky's side he had been wanting since he was a pup.
Bucky seemed to get more excited at the question. "You know them very well, I promise, and they're probably the prettiest omega I've ever met, little spitfire too, always quick to put me in my place when I need it." Bucky gushed about the omega, not knowing about Steve's plight happening in front of him.
Steve swallowed and numbly pushed from Bucky loose embrace, nodding along to what Bucky was saying.
"Well, I'm sure they'll be great for you... I think I might just..." He trailed off trying to find an excuse, looking to his mother who was holding her hand over her mouth, trying to cover a smile. "Steve, dear, did you hear a thing he said?" She asked with a smile and an eye roll aimed at Bucky.
Steve looked back at the alpha even more confused. Bucky was biting his lip trying to hold back laughter like his mother was a few seconds ago. "Steve, I was talking about you, I want to marry you, if you'll have me of course."
It seemed everything Bucky was saying was a different language, because Steve froze again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand." He said slowly, looking between the two older alphas.
"That's why I'm here, I was asking your mother for your hand in marriage." And when that explanation didn't work Bucky sighed deeply. "Here how about this," he lowered down on one knee in front of the blonde. " Steven Grant Rogers of TBD, will you marry me?" He held Steve's much smaller and colder hands in his own large warm hands as he smiled up at the omega.
Something finally clicked in Steve as he gasped and tear rushed to his eyes for a different reason.
He looked up at his mother and even the guards around excitedly before making his way back down to Bucky, who was looking back with affection.
"Yes! Yes of course I'll marry you, you jerk!" He said excitedly and found himself back into the alphas arms, almost knocking him over. Bucky laughed as he hefted himself and Steve from off the floor.
Bucky brought out a small box that held an even smaller band of silver and shinging diamonds in it. "Now I know it's not much but I figured we'd go together and pick something else out before the---." He tried to explain sheepishly before he was cut off. "Shut up, I love it, I'll keep it forever." Steve said while admiring the ring that was placed on his finger.
Bucky chuckled and brought the blonds hands to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. "Of course, doll." He smiled from under his lashes.
#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#shrinkyclinks#omega steve rogers#stevebucky#alpha bucky barnes#royalty#AU#alternate universe#Sarahs also an alpha cuz i say so#might make full oneshot#pre serum steve#ws shaped bucky but hes got both arms#we dont talk about joseph rogers#current wip#wip#i wrote something#i wrote this instead of sleeping#couldnt sleep til i wrote smth down#all omegas wear dresses#cuz i said so#prince steve#prince bucky#captain america#james buchanan barnes#pre war stucky
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Not a queen (8)
Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes
Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, shy reader, arranged marriage, idiots in love (kinda), hangover, fluff, cuddling, mentions of groping during sleep
This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
Not a queen 7.5
Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist
“Hmm…” you mumble in your sleep. Your eyes are still closed, and you snuggle into your pillow to get more sleep. You feel warm and safe. “Hmm…”
“Mouse,” a voice whispers in the back of your mind. “What if I make you mine? I could crawl under the covers and taste your sweetness.”
You feel a warm body press against your back. A hand moves over your arm, tickling your skin. It’s soft and gentle.
“Doll,” another voice purrs in your ear. “What if we both make you ours right now? We can just lay claim on your body.”
You flutter your eyes open only to meet a pair of ocean-blue eyes.
“Morning, doll. How did you sleep?”
“I bet she slept well,” Nick nuzzles his face in your neck again. He inhales your scent deeply and purrs your name. “She was between us, brother. The place where she belongs.”
Bucky presses a soft kiss to your temple. He smirks against your skin when you weakly push against his chest.
“We will go for a walk later. You can choose who will go with you. The other one will stay here. From now on, one of us will always accompany you. These are dangerous times, and we need to keep you safe.”
“You are saying this all the time. What’s going on? I don’t understand,” you look at Bucky, demanding answers. “I deserve to know.”
“You’ll get to know everything today. We will talk about it tonight. Give us a bit more time to sort out our thoughts. Nick and I need to think about a few things. The meeting with our allies was fruitful but…alarming.”
“I don’t understand what you are talking about. You’re worrying me,” you sniff. “I don’t want to be a part of all of this. My life was simple, but it was mine.”
“It was a life the law forced you into. They took away your brother from you! You need to face the world as it is,” Bucky sneers. “A rotten place. Dark, cold, and loveless.”
“Buck don’t scare her,” Nick sighs behind you. “It’s not her fault this world is a bad place to live in. She lost her brothers and parents. I think Y/N knows exactly what this world is.”
You lean into Nick’s touch when he wraps his arms around you. He seems to be in a protective mood, and you don’t mind having him close. “Nick, we talked about this. We will fill her in tonight. Period.”
“Fine, but stop being so loud. I still got a hangover and my mouse is already shaking. You’re scaring her.”
“Doll, I’m sorry,” Bucky presses his lips to your temple. “I didn’t want to get loud. I think it’s for the best when you go for a walk with Nick today. I’m a little pumped up…”
Nick holds your hand, smiling wildly as all eyes are on you and the prince. It’s a rare moment. Most of the time Bucky gets all the attention.
“Why is Bucky mad at me?” You question. “Did I say something wrong? I didn’t want to anger him.”
“It’s not your fault, mouse. Bucky is not mad at you, but at the situation we are in. Our friends…King Steve, his father-in-law, and our friend Tony want us to join a fight we aren’t prepared for. At least that’s what Bucky said.”
“A fight?” You whisper. “What do you mean by a fight?”
“We can’t talk about this here. Let’s enjoy our time in the garden,” Nick stops walking. He cups your face with his hands, leaning closer and closer until you feel his lips on yours.
“Nick,” you mumble, but kiss him back. “What about Bucky?”
“I saw you first. I want to have one thing first too,” he presses another kiss to your lips. “You’re my mouse, and he cannot have the first kiss.”
“It was a nice first kiss,” you shyly look up at Nick. He furrows his brows and purses his lips. “What?”
“Only nice?” He shakes his head. “No. We gotta change your mind.” Nick cups the back of your neck and brings your face close to his. He grins and dives back in.
His lips move against yours, taking your breath away. He slides his tongue inside, swiping over your tongue, snaking it with yours. You close your eyes and let yourself fall for the first time in your life.
Your legs wobble when he finally breaks the kiss. “That was,” you breathlessly say, “a kiss…”
Nick grins. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to steady you.
“That it was, mouse. A kiss.”
Bucky watches you curl into a ball on the sofa. You watch the fire feast on the firewood, yawning loudly.
“No sleeping yet, doll,” Bucky crouches down next to you to run his hand over your head. “We wanted to talk. Do you remember?”
“Hmm…I know. You wanted to tell me about the things your friends said, or want you to do.”
“Why did you stay in the garden for so long, Nick? You knew that we need to talk to Y/N,” Bucky sighs as his brother sits next to you on the couch, grinning. “What is it?”
“I stole the first kiss!” Nick proudly states. “I made her legs wobble, and she suckled at my tongue.”
“You did what?” Bucky grunts. “You fucker!”
“Language, brother,” Nick singsongs. “She enjoyed every second. I told you she’s my sweet mouse.”
You look at Bucky who glances at your lips. He sighs deeply. Of course, he wanted to kiss you first, but he knows his brother always came second. Even to their father. “Did he kiss you good, doll?”
Your cheeks heat up at Bucky’s question. You run your index finger over your lips, still feeling Nick's lips on yours. “It was very nice.”
“I’ll steal the next kiss, Y/N.” Bucky grins. “But only if you want me to.”
“I want you to,” you can believe you just said that. “Maybe tomorrow, when we go for a walk.”
“We need to talk about a few things first.”
“Nick said something about a fight.” You slowly sit up to look at Bucky. “What does that mean, Bucky? Will you get hurt?”
“Buck…don’t…” Nick shakes his head as his brother takes a deep breath. “Can we not keep her out of this?”
“I want to know.” You grab Bucky’s hand. “Please don’t shut me out. If you want me to become your wife, you cannot hide things from me.”
“It’s not a fight,” Nick shakes his head. “It’s…” He grabs your hand to press a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“A revolution I suppose…”
>> Part 8.5
#bucky barnes#nick fowler#Not a queen (8)#prince!nick#prince!bucky#modern royalty au#dystopian au#bucky barnes x reader#nick fowler x reader
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“to have the honour of holding your hand, it must be my lucky day”
day 3: royalty (in the public eye) 👑🗡
for sambucky au week 2022!
#sambuckyauweek2022#sambucky#buckysam#winterfalcon#sam wilson#bucky barnes#royalty au#au#caatws#captain america and the winter soldier#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#marvel#my art
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Cordially Invited: Part 2
Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
AU Summary: You're a princess in love with your knight. Will the two of you get your happily ever after?
Chapter Summary: You tell your parents that you plan to bring your knight as your plus one to Natasha's wedding.
Word Count: Over 2k
Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), idiots in love, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Bucky's POV after Part 1! Excited to share more of this world. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky knew from a young age that he wanted to be a knight. It wasn’t just a position of bravery, but one of honor. His father reminded him of that many times throughout his life. Fighting alongside his friends, he served and protected the kingdom with everything he had. Even at the cost of losing his left arm.
It was his resilience that caught the King's attention.
"Will you serve and protect her Royal Highness of Brooklyn?"
"With my life, your majesty."
Everyone knew of the princess of Brooklyn. Beyond your beauty, you exude warmth and generosity to the masses. You preferred working with the people and charities over going to galas. Your charm and wit won everyone over.
Especially him.
He half expected you to throw a fit when your father assigned him to be your bodyguard. Not because you were spoiled, but because you didn't get to choose him yourself. Instead, you welcomed him with kindness.
And he quickly fell in love.
“Am I decent?” you asked once you came out of the bathroom, smiling over at where he stood in the corner.
Free of your robe, you wore a knee-length navy blue dress with a pair of heels to match. While you likely chose the outfit for modesty, it hugged the curves of your body and he longed to remove it so he could see the hidden treasure underneath. He had to clear his throat as his stare lingered a second too long.
The way it always did.
While knights today didn’t have to swear to chastity or celibacy, he wasn’t meant to lust after the one person he was sworn to protect.
I'm not meant to love you either, but how can I not?
"You look beautiful," he said truthfully. "You always do."
You looked down as you smoothed out the fabric with both hands. "You're just being nice," you teased.
"No, princess," he said, straightening up as he walked over to you in a few strides. He placed a finger under your chin when you didn't lift your head, making you look at him. "When I say you look beautiful, I mean it."
"Thank you, Bucky," you whispered.
The people of Brooklyn looked at you with adoration, but you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky for you. Your smile was like giving him the sun. He wondered if you realized how many different smiles you wore for your family, friends, other royal members, and the public.
And the one you wore just for him.
But it doesn't mean you love me, does it? You simply trust me because I'm your knight and confidant.
"And you do not lower your eyes to anyone," he added before he could dwell on his thoughts, dropping his hand to his side.
"I thought that's what good girls did," you grinned as you spun away from him and glanced over your shoulder. "Or am I only supposed to be good for you?"
If I had my way, I'd show you just how good you can be for me.
"If I didn't know any better, princess," he said, moving in front of you before you could grab the door handle to open it. "I'd say you were teasing me."
"Maybe I am," your grin widened as you brushed your fingertips along his arm. The light touch had his blood rushing faster in his veins and he fought to keep from shoving you against the door and claiming you as his. "Maybe I'm preparing you for the wedding reception."
"You think I won't put you over my knee if you tease me?" he threatened, his darkened gaze dropping fast enough to see your chest rise when you inhaled. He was certain if he put his hand on your chest, he'd feel your heart race faster.
"You wouldn't, good sir," you said, lifting your head defiantly.
Fuck, how am I supposed to get through this when all I want to do is ruin and cherish you?
"Try me, princess," he whispered as he took one step closer.
He did his best not to stare too deeply into your eyes. It was bad enough how gone he was for you. He also didn't know if the glances, the teasing, any of it was because you cared about him or if you were merely comfortable with him. If you had any idea how he felt, you wouldn't toy with his feelings.
You weren't cruel.
"If you ever put me over your knee, it will only be done with my permission," you said after a moment, rushing out the door with a giggle as he went after you.
"It isn't proper for a princess to run," he called after you as you skidded to a stop along the marble floor and fixed your posture.
"And who's to say what's proper?" you asked as you began to gracefully walk. "Don't think I won't put a codfish on your head."
He hid his smile as he caught up in a few strides, taking his place beside you.
I wish I could take your hand in mine.
There were many who didn’t understand why Bucky would risk his life for someone else simply because of their bloodline or the name tied to them. If any of those people truly knew you, they’d beg to be where he stood. He almost suggested once that Steve should be your personal guard instead when he realized how deeply he cared for you, but he couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking his place. Any knight would watch over you, of course, but would they show you the same care that he did?
Would you trust them the way you trust him?
You stopped outside of your father's study and straightened your dress and exhaled slowly. He understood your nerves. When you had your heart set on something, you wanted it. He prayed they accepted that you wanted him to be your date.
The guard at the door opened it once you nodded. This was one room your parents didn't permit many to enter, outside of family, guards, and anyone cleaning. Your mother sat on one of the ornate sofas, finishing a cup of tea, while your father sat at his desk and looked over his paper. Like when they sat on their thrones, they displayed power and pride.
The only other person in the room was Erma, an older palace worker who had been there long before you were born. She loved you like a granddaughter. Bucky respected her for that and more.
"There you are. We were beginning to wonder if you snuck out for the day," your mother said as she set her cup down and stood to embrace you, giving Bucky a chance to take his place in front of the bookshelf after he bowed. "Would you like some tea?"
"No, thank you," you said, smiling over at Erma as she came over to clear the tea. "Good morning. How are you?"
"Very well, your highness. Sir James," Erma curtsied, even after you told her many times she didn't have to greet you so formally.
"My dear, would you stop looking at that and greet your daughter?" your mom asked.
"I'm seconds away from tearing this to shreds," your dad grumbled as he shoved the paper away. His eyes warmed as he glanced up to look at you. "I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to disturb you," you said as your mother sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same. "I just wanted to finally tell you who I'm bringing as my plus one to the upcoming wedding. I think I kept you waiting long enough."
Bucky noticed that Erma slowed her cleaning, delaying it so she could listen. She kept the palace tidy and her team in line, but he knew she also observed her surroundings. He didn't fault her for that.
"That isn't a disturbance at all," your father smiled. "Who have you chosen?"
"Sir James," you smiled back.
No one said a word at your declaration. Erma carefully set the teapot on the tray and bowed her head. Your mom didn't look in Bucky's direction, but focused instead on your father.
"Dad? Did you hear me?" you asked.
The king's smile didn't disappear quickly. It faded slowly as he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Bucky. He looked back at the man, not defiantly, but with confidence. The knight wasn't easy to intimidate, far from it, and he was larger than your father. But up against the will of a man with a precious daughter? Would he lose?
Worth losing my other arm if I have to fight.
"You're bringing your knight?" your dad asked, his voice calm as he looked at you. "Explain, please."
"What's there to explain?" you asked, keeping your hands folded on your lap. "My knight is best suited to escort me, especially since he'll be in close proximity to keep an eye on me."
Your mother nodded slowly. "That's true."
"And there's nothing that says I have to bring a prince," you continued. "I asked Sir James and he said 'yes'."
"Did he?" The king swung his gaze back to Bucky.
"He did, your majesty," he answered, even though he didn't direct the question at him.
"To be honest," your father began, sitting back in his chair as he considered his next words. "I thought you might accept the offer from Prince Nicholas. At least, I hoped you would."
Bucky clenched his teeth when your shoulders sagged, but stayed silent. If your dad wanted you to go with Nick, it meant that he wanted something from him. You were a princess, not a pawn.
Or maybe he thinks I'm not good enough to be on your arm.
"I don't want to go with Prince Nicholas," you told your parents, giving each of them a pleading look. "I'm choosing to bring Sir James. This is my choice. I don't need your permission."
Bucky almost went to your side when he caught the wobble in your voice. He wasn't worth getting upset over. He was proud, however, that you stood by your conviction.
And stood by him.
"It is her choice. We discussed that, my dear. You need to respect her decision," the queen said, holding up her hand before her husband could argue. If anyone knew how to put the king in his place, it was her. "I think Sir James is a fine choice. We'll arrange for our tailor to have a suit made."
You lit up like you were going to shout with joy before you cleared your throat and nodded. "Thank you, mom."
"Of course," she said, shifting so she could face Bucky. "You will keep her safe."
If it was possible, her gaze was more intimidating than the King's glare.
"My duty is to serve and protect the princess and you have my word that I will do so, your majesty."
He dared to look away from the queen and saw you smile at him.
I would do anything for you, my princess.
Bucky caught Erma slyly smiling as she excused herself from the room. Though she likely never heard him voice his feelings about you, as he was careful to only tell Steve in secret, she saw how he looked at you. She saw through him.
She also hadn't spoken to your parents about her suspicions, which meant she approved.
"Very good," the queen said, waving a hand toward the door. "Go. You have a busy day ahead of you."
You went to each of your parents and kissed their cheeks, quietly thanking them again. Your relief made Bucky relax. You may not need their permission to take him, but you didn't want to disappoint them.
"Sir James?" your dad spoke before either of you could exit the room. "Please know I meant no offense by my reaction. You're a good man and I know you'll take care of my daughter."
"Thank you, your majesty," Bucky said, bowing before you slipped your arm through his to pull him away.
Your dad might consider him a good man, but the look on his face said this discussion was far from over.
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