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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖Beta & Omega

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky x ofc

Tags: period au-Edwardian era, a/b/o, heat cycles, nesting, pregnancy, post partum, breast feeding, body insecurities, sex toys, p in v sex, oral sex f!receiving, threesome, plural marriage, headship, arranged marriage

Summary: Nora's hit her heat. Since their alpha and headship is currently stuck in the Senate weathering a lengthy filibuster, it’s fallen to Bucky to take care of her needs.

Bucky takes the block of cheddar from the icebox and carries it to the kitchen counter by the front window. He’s cutting off a few slices of the cheese and adding it to the plate that he’s made up for Nora.

She’s hit her heat—her first since giving birth four months ago—and holed herself up in her selected nesting closet. Since their alpha and headship is currently stuck in the Senate weathering a lengthy filibuster, it’s fallen to Bucky to take care of her needs. He looks up from the fruit and cheese plate he’s prepared when he hears the loud rumble of an engine. A glance through the window to the street outside shows that a motor carriage has just pulled up to the curb. When the driver comes round, it’s Lady Whittemore who is helped from the car, sneer on her face as she makes sure to keep the hem of her dress out of the dirty street snow. Bucky sighs and glances down to himself. He’s still in his nightshirt—not exactly appropriate attire for greeting guests.

The house bell rings and just a moment later one of the servants is peeking her head into the kitchen. She blushes and averts her eyes when she sees how little Bucky is wearing. “Um, begging your pardon Sir. Lady Whittemore has come to call. Shall I show her to the front parlor?”

Bucky affords her a smile. “That’s fine Gertie. Tell her that the Lords and Lady Rogers aren’t entertaining visitors this afternoon but offer her some tea and to stay for as long as she likes.”

“Yes sir.” Gertrude steps into the kitchen and lays a few letters and a small parcel atop the kitchen island. “Today’s post,” she says.

“Thank you.”

Gertrude gives a small curtsy and spins back around to leave.

“Oh and Gertie? Gabe is having his nap upstairs. Keep an eye on him while I’m with his mother?”

She nods politely. “Course Sir.”

Bucky takes the plate and the package from the counter and goes to the servants’ hallway off the kitchen. There’s a small door in the wall which leads to a tiny thing of a room—Nora’s chosen nesting spot. There is of course a proper nesting closet upstairs, near the master bedrooms. It’s original to the house itself, finer than this tiny room off the servants’ hallway. But Nora had found the little nook tucked just off the kitchen and decided that this was where she’d have her babies, where she’d pass her heats. Bucky looks down at the tray of fruits and cheese that he holds and knocks on the door. Trust Nora to want to stick close by to the food.

A light, “Come in” is said, and Bucky turns the knob on the door. It opens to reveal the tiny room. Nora is curled up in a mound of blankets. Bucky can’t help but smile softly at her. “Hey doll.”

She holds out her arms. “C’mere.”

He stoops with the plate in hand to get through the small doorway of the nesting closet. The inside is dark, lit only by a single gas light on the wall. There are soft blankets and pillows everywhere—a true nest that Bucky knows his wife has worked very hard on. The closet smells of old wood and close bodies. It’s got Nora’s own vanilla scent, mingled along with his and Steve’s from times that all three of them have spent together in there. Bucky sees that Nora’s brought one of each of their unwashed nightshirts in with her to add to the smell, as well as one of Gabriel’s soft blankets. He smiles at that, convinced that she’d have drug their infant son himself in there if he wasn’t already napping upstairs. After these past four months, the entire Rogers’ household is very much aware that you never, ever wake a sleeping baby.

Bucky hands the plate to Nora, who immediately picks a few things off it to eat. He sets the parcel aside and runs a hand through her curls. “How are you feeling?” he asks. She’d only gone into heat the night before. Bucky had woken to an empty bed, finding her tucked away beneath the servants’ stairs early the next morning. He takes in her appearance now. She’s dressed only in her underthings, her hair left loose around her shoulders. She looks flushed—certainly dazed from the heat—but still beautiful. Bucky always thinks she looks beautiful. Especially like this. He takes a few grapes from the plate and eats them, waiting for her to tell him how she feels.

“Not too far gone,” she says, pushing the plate his way when she feels she’s had enough. “Is there any hope he’ll be home soon?” she asks.

They both know that she’s referring to Steve—their alpha, headship to their marriage. The man who, under normal circumstances, would be the one to soothe Nora through her heat. Bucky hates to disappoint her but he shakes his head. “I’m sorry sweetheart. No. It’s just us this time.” She hums and squirms further into the nest of blankets she’s created, hands flitting restlessly over her neck, chest and belly. She doesn’t seem aware of what she’s doing, but Bucky knows that she needs to be touched. The smell of unfulfilled arousal coming off her is heady. “Here,” he says, scooting up to sit behind her. He pulls her against his chest and hands her the package. “This came in the mail today. Why don’t you open it?”

She does, her small fingers making quick work of the brown paper and twine. Once she has it unwrapped, she holds the item in her hand as if she’s no idea what to do with it. “Oh,” she nearly whispers. “Bucky, is this…?”

“Mmhm.” Bucky murmurs. He presses his lips to her neck. “Given that Steve’s unavailable this time around, I thought it prudent to acquire one.”

Nora laughs and the sound is light as a bell—beautiful. She’s not at all embarrassed about the fact that Bucky’s just presented her with a false knot, and it makes him love her all the more. His girl never was one to shy away from the intimacies of married life. With the toy still in hand she twists her head around and kisses him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me doll.” He encourages her to lift her hips up and eases the delicate fabric of her drawers down her thighs. She kicks them the rest of the way off and spreads her thighs in the blankets.

“Oh Bucky,” she sighs, leaning back into his chest as he begins to touch her between her legs. “Mm, yes. Please.”

He chuckles into her skin, chin hooked over her shoulder to watch the way his hand parts her folds. He’s holding her still against him with his metal arm and uses the other to stimulate her. She’s already wet. He coats his fingers in her slick and glides the pad of his thumb over the hood of her clit. She shudders hard in his arms and he holds her all the more tightly. “Shhh, there’s a girl. Feels good doesn’t it?”

She makes a soft noise in her throat. “Uh huh.” Bucky continues thumbing her clit and presses two fingers into her, curling and rubbing them against her walls. She tenses even further, hips chasing the movement of his hand. “Ooh, Bucky. Oh fuuck.”

“You close already sweetheart?” He asks in a low murmur, his smile against her skin. She obviously is. During her heats Nora comes much more easily, for both him and Steve. Bucky loves it. “Come on,” he encourages her, working his hand a little faster. “Come for me. Come for your beta.”

She shudders and the orgasm spills out of her, a sweet and sudden thing. When it’s over he turns her around and pulls them down into the blankets, allowing her to lay atop him and catch her breath. “So pretty when you do that,” he tells her, kissing her cheek. Her skin is flushed. She looks healthy and pleased and it stirs a possessive feeling in his chest, makes him want to satisfy all her needs. “I’m jealous of him sometimes,” he says quietly after a while.

She peeks up his chest at him, surprised. “Of… of Steve? Why?”

Bucky shrugs and pushes a stray tendril of hair away from her face. “He’s our alpha. He’s your alpha. Sometimes I want so badly to take care of you during a heat, want to be the one you really need. But I know he’s the only one who can give you that.”

“No. Bucky… I need you too.”

He smiles sadly at her. “Not in the same way though. I’ll never be able to knot you, feel your body tied to mine. My scent will never soothe your fever the way his can. My voice will never command you the way his does. I wish I could do that. Wish I could do more.”

“Oh, no Bucky please. Don’t feel that way.” She pushes herself further up his body and takes his face in her hands. “I don’t need another alpha. I don’t want one.” She leans down and kisses him firmly on the mouth. When she pulls back she says, “You’re my beta and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve and I, we both need you between us. You calm me better than he ever can, and lord knows you communicate better than he can. In a lot of ways you even understand me better than he ever can. Steve and I… we both find it easier to come to you first about anything. You know that. We’re both closer to you than we are to each other. You’re the one who makes this marriage work. You bring us together.” She pets at his hair, a smirk curving her lips. “And you know I depend on you to keep me sane now that we have Gabe. Steve wouldn’t know what to do. Bucky, you’re my beta. I will always need you.”

Bucky smiles up at her. His omega, his wife, his Nora. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She bumps their noses together. “And since you’re my beta, and our alpha isn’t anywhere to be found, I’m counting on you to push all. my. buttons.” She pokes her finger three times up his chest, ending at his collar and snapping her teeth at him playfully.

He grabs her by the hips and flips her over in a flash, making her shriek. He hovers over her and eyes her wickedly. “All of them, huh?" Nora giggles madly and he moves down to suck her breasts through the lace of her top. “Like this one?”

She moans. “Ooo, mm. Yeah that’s one.”

He grins. His fingers find the edge of her camisole and ease it up to bare her breasts. They’re large and swollen still from nursing, beautiful and flushed just like the rest of her. Bucky lays a kiss to each of them before urging her to lift her arms for him. He removes the scrap of fabric and she’s finally naked, bared fully to him. He groans appreciatively as he looks his fill. “You will never know how beautiful you are,” he tells her, reverence in his voice. “So goddamned beautiful.”

He runs his hands all over her, feeling the curves of her body beneath his. When he reaches the soft skin of her belly she tenses and her hands fly down to land on top of his. Bucky frowns at the reaction, recognizing it for what it is. Ever since the birth of their son Nora’s been self-conscious about her body, and he absolutely hates it. Gently but firmly, he removes her hands from covering herself and brings them up to press them into the blankets by her head. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Omega.” he tells her lowly. “If there’s something I don’t want to be looking at I’ll let you know.” He moves back down with a purpose, gripping her hips harsher than before and kissing down the soft swell of her stomach. “Love your body Nor,” he says between kisses. “It gave us our son. It’s beautiful. Perfect. You’re such a beautiful mother.” If he could let her into his mind he would, to let her see what he sees.

Nora whimpers, obviously wanting to argue that point but unwilling to ignore Bucky’s command. She merely tosses her head in the blankets, muttering some complaint about how she can’t lace down within six inches of what she used to. Bucky rolls his eyes and continues kissing down her body. He’s almost got his mouth where it needs to be to get his wife to shut up about how well her stupid corsets fit.

The first flick of his tongue against her clit makes her cry out, hips rising instinctively. Bucky holds her down and moves in again, this time licking all along the cleft of her sex. She’s so incredibly wet, so eager for him. Her slick gets on his face and he chases it, fucking his tongue into her cunt slowly, pushing in as far as he can and listening to her pleasured groans from above. When he switches to sucking gentle pressure against her clit and pushes his fingers into her, her hands shoot down and grab onto his hair. Bucky grunts at the sting and keeps going. “Don’t stop!” she gasps, using her hold on his hair to keep him right where he is. “Oh please, Bucky! M’gonna come.” Her hips are moving in little circles, rubbing herself hard against his mouth and hands. Bucky hums against her, his way of telling her to get herself off. When she comes, her breath catches and she doesn’t make a sound again until she’s coming back down, her body going lax in the blankets. “Ohmygod,” she huffs, overwhelmed. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky chuckles at her dirty mouth. He pushes himself up and yanks his nightshirt over his head, abandoning it somewhere in the pillows. He crawls over her and blankets her with his naked heat, waiting patiently for her pretty brown eyes to open. When she’s looking at him again he gives her a kiss that tastes of her own juices. “Love making you feel good.” He rocks his hips gently against her, his erection a heavy weight along the crease of her thigh. “You want me inside of you?” he asks.

“Yes,” Nora breathes excitedly, her scent rising again even though she’s just come down from her second orgasm. She lifts her legs to wrap them around Bucky’s waist, pulling him nearer to her center. “Take me,” she sighs into Bucky’s ear, knowing exactly what words like that do to him.

Bucky shudders out his next breath in the effort to control himself. He could plunge inside and take her, rough and fast. God, that’s what he wants when he has her like this—soft and pliant and mewling underneath him, and heaven knows her body would accommodate him. Her slick cunt would part for him and swallow him without resistance. He could take her furiously and without care, satisfy that base animal need that he always has when Nora is near. Bucky’s mouth waters at the thought, but he grits his teeth and refuses it. That’s not what they’re here for. They’re here for Nora, his mate. Carding his fingers through her hair, he uses his metal hand to line himself up with her. She gasps and her pupils widen, and Bucky smirks. He drags his cockhead up and down her slit a few times, gathering her slick onto himself and teasing them both. When Nora’s hips give an impatient little thrust upwards, however, he loses the last of his control and presses into her in a hot, needy slide.

“Oh, Bucky.” Her hands find his back, running up and down the muscles there without coordination. Beneath, her hips are moving in steady, needy little thrusts, just barely moving his cock inside her and bumping her clit against his pubic bone. “Please,” she begs, voice reedy and light. “Please move Bucky. Fuck me.”

She sounds desperate and it’s music to Bucky’s ears. He growls lowly and holds her by her wrists again, pressing them into the blankets as he starts to move. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” he murmurs as he fucks into her. “Gonna give it to you good.” Nora moans filthily at his talk and presses harder against his thrusts, moving with him as the blankets tangle around them and everything becomes sensation and sweat, hot breath and pleasured grunts passed between them.

Nora’s soft sounds grow into cries of pleasure—sharper and louder—until she’s arching up hard against him, fingernails painful against the skin of his back and her cunt grasping him in rhythmic pulls as she climaxes. “Holy—” Bucky cuts himself off as she trembles and collapses. He forces himself to breathe slow with her and to not come. Not yet. He knows his wife well, has spent more than a few heats with her and knows from experience that she’ll want to be fucked through at least one more orgasm before being knotted. Normally it’s Steve doing the knotting and at least half of the fucking, but this time Bucky will have to be the one to give her both. He’s not complaining. He can exercise a bit of self-control if it means he gets to watch her come apart so sweetly.

Nora’s chest rises and falls as she catches her breath. Her breasts are pressing up against him—two beautifully flushed swells just begging to be abused. Bucky can’t help himself; he sinks down to press his face into them, cupping them with his hands and sucking mouthfuls of the soft skin. He nips her once or twice, hoping that little bruises will form there. He thinks about Steve coming home and seeing the marks and realizing what he’s missed out on, and the thought puts a wicked smirk on Bucky’s face. His headship is also possessive of Nora—even more so than Bucky himself is. He can only imagine the tussle he and his husband might get into over their shared omega. Perhaps Steve will take him roughly, perhaps while Nora’s off in the nursery napping with the baby. Perhaps he’ll throw Bucky on the bed and push him face-down and reassert his rights as headship and… Bucky grunts in pleasure at the thought. It excites him, has him sucking harsher than he needs to at Nora’s nipples. She cries out and pushes against him and the tiniest bit of breastmilk leaks into Bucky’s mouth. He pulls back, taken-aback and frankly surprised at the sweet taste. His expression must be odd because Nora giggles at him.

He raises his eyebrow. “You laughing at me, doll?”

Nora bites her lip, nodding through her smirk. She looks wonderful, complexion rosy and flushed from her pleasure. Bucky is still hard as a rock and ready to give her more. Grinning down at her, he grabs her hips and flips her over onto her front, yanking her bum up and pressing himself inside her with no warning. Nora whimpers, the sudden intrusion making her scent soar. Bucky rumbles his approval of that from somewhere deep in his throat. He thrusts into her once, twice, rocking their bodies roughly to show her that he means to take her well and good this time. “That’s it omega,” he praises, running a hand down the center of her back. “So good for me. Gonna get you to come again.”

Nora groans pitifully at this, as if another climax will be some sort of hardship. But Bucky just moves his hips and shushes her with gentle words: Shhh, none of that angel, you know it’ll feel so good. Thrust. Want to watch you come apart. Thrust. Wanna hear it, wanna feel it. Thrust. He takes her steady and sweet, angling himself to rub inside her in the way he knows gets her off. Nora’s breath chokes off a little and her hands claw viciously in the blankets, and that’s how Bucky knows that she’s close. He is too, but he wants to make her fall apart first. He hunches over her, slips a hand around to rub fingers against her clit. “There you go,” he whispers against her skin. He kisses her shoulder blade and enjoys the increasingly loud cries that she gives him. Oh, he thinks, she is so close. “Come on,” he urges her, mimicking the controlling tone of Steve’s alpha voice. “I know you’re close baby. Let it go. Give it up to me.” Then, without warning, he gets his mouth on the back of her neck and bites down.

Nora goes absolutely rigid. “Ahhh!” Her cry is loud and long, dissolving into a desperate keen that makes Bucky’s toes curl in want. “Oooh fffuck,” she groans after long seconds pass. She goes boneless on the blankets, Bucky’s hands at her hips the only thing holding her up.

He watches her, completely mesmerized by the sight of his omega getting off so hard. Her pussy is still clenching down on him rhythmically. Once she’s clearly come down from it, he starts fucking her with a purpose. She squeaks at the sudden change in pace, but pretty soon her arousal is spiking again, and she starts encouraging him with pretty moans that fill up Bucky’s ears and urge him on. “So eager baby, you want to go again?” Nora sobs but it’s an affirmative sound—his girl wants more. “Don’t worry doll,” he grunts, hips moving furiously. “I know what you need. Gonna give you a knot.” Nora whimpers at this. “But you gotta make me come first,” he tells her. “Gonna get my load in you. Gonna fill you up so good.”

Nora cries out, whimpering, “Bucky, yes,” into the blankets. “Mm, want it. Please.” She’s fucking back against him with every thrust, eager and pliant. “Breed me,” she begs.

That’s it, that’s what puts him right there. With utterly possessive thoughts of fucking his mate so good and deep that he puts a litter in her running through his mind, Bucky feels his balls draw up tight. “Fuck,” he hisses, babbling at her in the way he often does when he’s this worked up: So close baby. Yeah, just like that. Fuck back on me, Fucking… Yesss. Oh, ugh, gonna make me come Nor. Oh! He comes, body spasming as he releases into her with uncoordinated thrusts. His fingers are holding her tighter than ever, and as he comes down from the high he realizes that she’ll likely have bruises from it. It’s hard for him to bring himself to care.

They collapse to their sides, Bucky bringing her back to spoon against his body. For a moment or two there’s no sound but that of their harsh breathing. Bucky feels her relax but can smell her scent ramping up again. Her body tries to clench down on him but he’s gone soft and he slides out. Nora whimpers, displeased at having nothing inside of her. “Shhh,” he soothes, reaching around blindly until he finds the knot. He knees her legs apart and brings it to her sex, rubbing the toy over her soaked lips to get it wet.

After a moment too long of this Nora growls at him, “Give it!”

But Bucky just uses his free hand to grab her by the back of her neck and force her face down into the blankets. “Be still,” he hisses, rubbing the knot more insistently until he feels her body start to part for it. “You’re going to get it.”

She whimpers and whines as he forces the knot in, filling her up the way that he knows she’s been craving since she opened that package and saw what was inside. Bucky inflates the toy to make it grow bigger inside her. Nora wails, thrashing without a thought, but it’s fine because she has Bucky there to hold her down, and he does. When the knot’s fully blown he abandons it to the clasp of her body and practically blankets her with himself. She’s trembling from the sensation of being filled so completely, and even though he’s spent, Bucky does her the favor of moving his hips against her to add to the illusion that she’s still being fucked. He soaks up her pleasured cries, imagining how good this must feel to her.

“Bucky,” she whines, still wiggling beneath his hold. “Beta. Help me.”

Bucky slips his metal hand around her body and presses his palm above her clit, rubbing down firmly enough that he knows it’s bound to set her off. It does, and she sobs yet again as her orgasm crashes over her. Bucky holds her through it, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and petting her sweaty skin. He has no indication that her body’s locked onto the knot other than the fact that it doesn’t slip out of her. It won’t for a good while, he knows. If it were Steve here now they’d be stuck, tied together until the knot went down and Nora’s body let up, and Bucky would be responsible to take care of them. Usually that just amounts to getting one or both of them water to drink, but he’s glad for now to stay laying behind Nora, simply comforting her as she calms down.

After long moments she quiets completely, and Bucky assumes she’s asleep. So it comes as a bit of a surprise when she suddenly says, “See if the servants left towels?” He untangles himself from her and crawls to the door. Sure enough, just outside is a bowl of steaming towels. He pulls it inside and shuts the door. Nora smiles sleepily when she sees the bowl. “Yesss,” she purrs, and Bucky laughs.

“Here you go.” He unrolls one of the dampened towels, patting it between his hands until it’s not quite so hot, then brings it to her body and drapes it over her shoulder blades. She moans as if he’s done something particularly erotic to her, and he chuckles again. He takes another towel and begins wiping all over her skin. “Feel good?” he asks.

“Mmhm.” She’s purring contentedly, and he takes a moment to admire her—his sated omega. The sight of her like this makes something warm and happy settle in his chest. It’s love, that much he knows already, but it’s also satisfaction at having given her everything she needs. At having taken care of her.

When he’s gotten her cleaned he lays down again and pulls one of the blankets over them, arms wrapped around her middle until she’s ready to move. It’s as they’re lying there together, tucked away in their quiet corner of the house, that she whispers to him, “Um, what I said about you breeding me… I—”

Bucky shushes her, not wanting her to worry about what she’d said in the heat of the moment. “Don’t worry doll, I know we can’t yet.” Her heats may have returned, but both he and Steve know that she won’t be fertile again until she’s done breastfeeding with Gabe. They’ve got awhile yet to go with that, and even if they didn’t, Bucky knows he wouldn’t pressure his mate into having another baby so soon. Satisfying her through this heat had been simply that—satisfying it. But he has fantasized about knocking her up again. Ever since Gabe was born and it became clear that Steve was the father, he’s known that he wants to have one of his own with her. Bucky is grateful that he has a husband who will allow such a thing—many more conservative headships would not. He tells Nora, “I know you were just getting carried away with yourself, you know?”

“Mm,” she hums, snuggling back against him. “But what if I really wanted to?”

“What do you mean?” He tucks some of her messy hair out of the way and kisses her ear. “You want to have another baby?”

“Yeah,” she says. “…Um, and I want to… with you.”

Bucky’s heart leaps, and he holds her that much closer. “Yeah? Want to try with me next?”

Nora nods and turns in his arms so that she can face him. Her brown eyes are huge and beautiful. “I want that so much Bucky. Want to make a baby with you.” She leans in and presses her mouth to his, kissing him tenderly. Bucky groans into it, not so much at the kiss but at her words. When she pulls back she says, “So can we?”

He laughs. As if she even has to ask. “Of course,” he says. “If it’s what you want.” She nods again in encouragement. “But you know,” he says, “My, uh, seed is less likely to … I mean if we do try it’s far more likely that Steve’ll be the one to—”

She cuts him off with another kiss and a sly look when she pulls back. “Well then we’ll just have to kick him out of our bed, won’t we? Make him watch for a few months until you knock me up.”

Bucky laughs, amused by how she makes that sound like some sort of fun game. “Okay Nor, sounds like a good plan. You can be the one to tell Steve that that’s what we’re doing.”

She grunts, but doesn’t seem like she’s changed her mind. “Just you wait,” she says, pausing to give a long yawn. “I’ll tell ‘im.” They settle back down, both with thoughts of a growing family running through their minds. Bucky pets Nora’s side as she falls asleep and imagines another baby up there in the nursery with a toddler-aged Gabe. He imagines what the little versions of he and Steve would look like, running around and playing together. The idea makes him feel warm and happy inside. He decides that he really will have to have a talk with Steve when he returns, because having his alpha and his omega and a house full of children really doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea. In fact, it seems like the best one.

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A happier life for Henry VIII's children. Part: 1.

Mary was the first surviving child of King Henry VIII of England from his first marriage to the Spanish princess Catherine of Aragon. The princess knew that she was not her parents' only child - all of her siblings died shortly after birth. The birth of a living and healthy child was a great happiness for King Henry and Queen Catherine, even though the child was a girl. That is why she became the king's favorite daughter. When she was 12 years old, her father decided to divorce her mother. Catherine did not resist the king's decision for a long time, but accepted the inevitable and agreed to the divorce with favorable terms. For this, the king, as promised, retained for Mary the status of princess and allowed the former spouse to communicate with his daughter. After the divorce for Mary little changed, she continued to grow up in the love of her father and mother, often visited both parents. The princess did not like her father's second wife, but did not show it. Anne Boleyn did not meet Henry's expectations, so he sent her to a convent under strict supervision. The king also wanted to declare Princess Elizabeth illegitimate, but Mary stood up for her sister and convinced her father not to do so. Soon the king married Jane Seymour, and a year after the wedding she gave him a long-awaited son, whom the happy father named Edward. In honor of this joyous event, Henry organized a grand feast that lasted for a whole week. In the same year, Princess Mary married Prince Henry, heir to the French throne. Before meeting his future wife, the dauphin had a love affair with Diana de Poitiers, but when he first saw his betrothed, he fell madly in love with her. Henry immediately severed all ties with Diana and was faithful to his wife until his death. The marriage of Mary and Henry turned out to be very happy. They had five children:

Francis II of France(1538 - 1604). Nicknamed "The Peacemaker" for the foreign policy calm during his reign. During his reign, France did not wage a single war. Husband of Helena of Austria, they had a good relationship. In marriage 7 children were born: Mary, Louis XIII, Anne, Henry, Christina, Philip, Gaston.

Claude of France(1541 - 1600). Queen of Spain. In 1556 she became the wife of Philip II. The spouses loved each other despite the big difference in age. They had 5 children: Philip III, Isabella, Joanna, Ferdinand, Diego.

Henry of France(1541 - 1589). Duke of Orleans. Was a favorite son for his mother, as from a young age showed a keen interest in religion. And when he became older he decided to devote his life to the service of God. He was not married and had no children.

Catherine of France(1544 - 1615). Archduchess of Austria. Favorite sister of Francis II. Was the second wife of Ferdinand II of Austria. The spouses did not love each other, but respected each other. In marriage 3 daughters were born: Anne, Mary, Eleanor. After the death of her husband returned to her homeland.

Charles of France(1546 - 1620). Duke of Angoulême. Because of his dissolute lifestyle he had conflicts with his mother. He married his cousin Jane, daughter of King Edward VI of England. The married life of Charles and Jane was not happy, because of his constant cheating. The marriage produced 4 children: Gedeon, Charlotte, Michelle and Cesar.

While in France, she did not forget about her family and maintained a close correspondence not only with her parents, but also with her second stepmother, because of the warm and close relationship between them. Before leaving, Mary and Jane had great difficulty convincing the king to bring Elizabeth to the palace so that she would not feel lonely. Henry initially had no paternal feelings for his second daughter, but was later able to develop a warmth for the girl. In 1540, Dauphine learned that her mother had died. She could not come to her funeral, as she was pregnant with her second child, but due to severe stress she had a miscarriage. Because of these events, the princess fell into depression, she did not leave her chambers and hardly ate anything. Her husband was with her all this time and provided as much support as possible, but when he realized that he could not cope, he invited Jane to help. She couldn't stay away and convinced Henry to let her go to Mary. After a few months, Mary recovered and all three returned to England. The king greeted his wife, daughter and son-in-law warmly. And the princess was finally able to honor her mother. She also spent time with her brother and sister because she missed them during the 6 years of absence. When Mary returned to France, she was already pregnant with her third child, and nine months later she gave birth to twins. Five years passed.During this time, Mary and Henry became king and queen of France and had two more children. They successfully ruled the kingdom. Shortly before his death, Henry 8 appointed his eldest daughter as regent under his young son. The queen excelled in her duties as regent and pursued a mild policy toward her subjects. When she realized that Edward was already capable of ruling on his own, she placed the power in his hands and returned to France. In 1559, King Henry of France fell from his horse while hunting and died. Mary mourned the death of her beloved husband for a long time and wore mourning for him for the rest of her life. She warmly remembered the 22 happy years they gave to each other and loved to tell her grandchildren about it. Mary often came to visit her brother, and the two developed a warm relationship. The dowager queen of France died in 1580. She was buried next to her husband Henry II in the Abbey of Saint-Denis.

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Person A is a fairy who’s lived for a very long time and collects things that most people considered completely useless at the time of collecting, but now in the modern era, they see an item they collect on an antique appraisal show, and decide to reach out to their local museum’s/college’s historian, who gets them in touch with a historian who specializes in the items in their collection, Person B. Person B is excited and wants to hear everything about Person A’s collection when they come to see it, and Person A is happy that a human is appreciating their collection and wanting to hear their ramblings about it, since most people told them it’s just useless junk.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #fantasy au #supernatural au #fairy au #history au #collector au

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atomicdela-au · 3 months

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Alright, the polls results are in. Turns out I will start out with drawing the victims.

This will include Mark, Cesar, Adam, and Jonah. And for Extra, I’ll throw Sarah and Evelin in lol

I ment to post earlier, but college had to be dealt with first.

ALSO Also, I thought to make a post today because it is non other than Adam Murray! Happy Birthday to my favorite character of the series XD

I promise, I’ll get to the art soon.

#atomicdela au #mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge au #adam murray #cesar torres #history au #jonah marshall #mark heathcliff

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opthroughtheageszine · 5 months

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Raise the sails and hold on to your top hats!

Interest Check for Through The Ages: A One Piece History AU Zine is now live!

🎩 IC 📜 Carrd

Thank you for your support! @anizines @opfandombase @opfandomnews

#interest check #one piece #one piece zine #zine #update #updates #anime zine #fanzine #history au

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incestuously adoring aristocratic family of amoral Roman emulators with messianic delusions of grandeur and a vicious will to power--or, how the House of Halbrandia made their own damn empire

hannah prompted me on twitter. my borgias simping soul wrote the set-up for the years 1445-1492, starring:

la Princesa Dorada, Galadriel, the bastard sister of King Finrod Ferndinand of Spain.

Or as she’s known in Rome, the Mary Magdalene to Cardinal Mairon, the Dark upstart as he schemes his way to the throne of St. Peter's.

Or: how Galadriel and Sauron are not Alexander and Vannozza in personality, and they're too fucking smart for the banalities of evil that undermined the loyalty and rule of all other princes of the time, and too fucking hedonistic and roman to ever not be cruel, cruel, cruel in slicing his way to the top.

#haladriel fic #haladriel #history au #galadriel #sauron #halbrand #borgias #the borgias au #the borgias #sauron x galadriel #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand #i write

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A sick feeling was coiling in Max’s stomach. Piett was taking the opportunity to escape. But he was doing so very humanely—he could have killed Veers and left with his horse.

He banished that thought as unworthy. Firmus had more than demonstrated that he was not that sort of man.

��I’m sorry it can’t be more, sir,” his slave continued, placing a hand to Veers’ forehead. “But if I am to get you help, I must go now. Please stay strong, General.”

Veers blinked. Piett was…he was going for help .

“Firmus,” he murmured, raising a hand blindly. It was caught by the work toughened one of his servant.

His friend.

“Be…safe,” he managed. Firmus gripped his hand firmly before setting it back gently to the General’s chest.

“And you,” he said.

#star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars au #firmus piett #admiral piett #general veers #maximilian veers #roman britain #friendship #slavery #overcoming that #lots of musing in the equality of man #action #Roman General veers #Piett the Briton #history au #piett and veers

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Choosing the person you want to share your life with is one of the most important decisions that anyone can make, always. Because when it goes wrong it leaves your life gray, and sometimes, sometimes you don't even notice, until you wake up one morning and realize what years have passed.

We both know what that is, Theo. Your friendship has brought a new color to my life, and has been with me through the most difficult times, and I am the luckiest person in the world for this gift. I hope I knew how to value it, but maybe I didn't, because sometimes you don't see that the best thing that has ever happened to you is right there under your nose.

But that's okay too, it's okay, because I realized that... It doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, or who you're with... I will always, with all my might, truly, completely, love you!

(Love, Rosie by Cecelia Ahern)

When I saw this image, I automatically thought of Astoria, and what it would be like if she had — after a while married to Draco (who obviously loves Hermione Granger) — found love with someone else. And Theodore Nott, it just makes sense to be that person.

I guess as a reader, I believe I'll never ship Astoria with Draco, even if she's been a companion to him, but that doesn't stop me from liking her with another wizard.

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"In modern times in the United Kingdom, "the Season" is known to encompass various prestigious events that take place during the spring and summer. According to The Sloaney magazine's online guide "Sloaney Season", it starts with Cheltenham Festival (March), and includes the Grand National (April), The Boat Race (April), Badminton Horse Trials (May), Chelsea Flower Show (May), Epsom Derby (June), Royal Ascot (June), Test matches at Lord's (July), Wimbledon (July), Henley Royal Regatta (July), Edinburgh International Festival (August) and others, ending with Goodwood Revival (September)."

^^^ events you can structure your Regency/Bridgerton/social season kinda RP/story by

#admin #social season #bridgerton #regency era #writing #roleplay help #rp help #history au #regency au #writing help

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AU House of Tudors: Children Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon.

Catherine of Aragon(1485 - 1543).In 1501 Catherine of Aragon became the wife of Prince Arthur, but he died half a year later. In 1509 she married Henry VIII. Their married life was happy despite the fact that Catherine was 6 years older than Henry. She also often took an active part in the affairs of state. The marriage produced 6 children. The death of Prince William undermined Catherine's health and because of this she began to have frequent heart aches. She died in 1543 of heart disease.

Elizabeth(1510 - 1582). Queen of Spain and Empress of the Holy Roman Empire. Wife of Charles V. The marriage of Elizabeth and Charles was happy. They had 5 children: Joana, Henry V, Catherine, Inigo and Alexandra. She outlived not only her husband but also her sons. In 1560, her eldest son died of illness, and her youngest died while still a child. And in the same year she became regent of Spain under her one-year-old granddaughter Isabella. Her regency was characterized by an era of prosperity and tranquility. Elizabeth, who was well educated, patronized the arts and sciences. Her court was visited by prominent humanists. Elizabeth had a rich library and could play several musical instruments. She loved to write and read books. 3 years before her death, she handed over the rule of the country into the hands of Isabella, and herself withdrew from public affairs and devoted herself to rest and reading.

Henry IX(1511 - 1581). King of England. Husband of 1)Renée of France and 2)Magdalene of Austria. In 1527 he married Louis XII's daughter Renée. Their married life was happy. But in 1542 she was gone. Renée died in childbirth while giving birth to her 8th child. Henry was inconsolable he fell into depression and 3 years mourned his wife. He did not marry a second time until 10 years after her death. During his reign, England became a strong sea power, and the economy grew 2-fold. Under Henry IX, peace and prosperity reigned in the kingdom. In addition, the king paid great attention to the cultural enlightenment of his state.

He became the father of 12 children: Henry X, Edward, Catherine, Anne, William, Jasper, Mary and Margaret - children from his first marriage.

Magdalen, Ferdinand, Arthur and George from his second.

William(1513 - 1536). Duke of York. Husband of Catherine Parr and father of 2 children: Maud and William. William and Catherine's married life was happy, but not long. Henry VIII was against this marriage, as he looked for another bride. But after much persuasion of his wife and son agreed. Soon Catherine and William learned that they would soon become parents. In April 1536, he fell ill with smallpox and died within days, and in May he became the father of a daughter and a son. After her husband's death, Catherine did not marry again. There were many suitors for her hand, but she refused them and said that her heart belonged only to one William.

Edmund(1514 - 1588). Duke of Somerset. Husband of Dorothea of Denmark, father of 6 children: William, Catherine, Henry, Mark, Isabella and Christian. Edmund was not in love with his wife. The first years of their marriage the couple lived amicably and were attached to each other, and when misunderstandings began between them, they were of a financial nature. The duke did not like the excessive spending of his wife. Because of frequent quarrels, they began to distance themselves from each other. And after the birth of the last child Edmund finally turned away from his wife. Edmund, like his older sister, was a patron of culture and art.

Mary(1516 - 1570). Queen of Scots. Wife of James V. She was the favorite daughter of Henry VIII. At first the Scots did not want to recognize Mary as their queen, but later she quickly won the trust of the people. She also enjoyed the trust of her husband, who often left her as regent during his absence. The spouses were an example of family life, the king was never seen for public adultery. The marriage produced 5 children: Margaret, James VI, David, Robert and Catherine.

Isabella(1518 - 1585). Queen of Poland. Wife of Sigismund II and mother of 8 children: Bona, Sigismund III, Casimir, Jadwiga, Wladyslaw, Jagailo, Catherine and Stanislaw. Isabella was famous for her beauty, distinguished by her intelligence and great energy. But there was no happiness in her life. Isabella's marriage was not a happy one. The queen unrequitedly loved her husband, but the king preferred to lead a dissolute lifestyle. The king's mother feared that Isabella would influence her son and turned Sigismund against her. The king and queen had 8 children, but only one boy survived. Isabella tried to exert political influence on her son, but her attempts were unsuccessful. Because of her disagreement with her son, she returned to her homeland.

AU Дом Тюдоров:Дети Генриха VIII и Екатерины Арагонской.

Екатерина Арагонская(1485 - 1543). В 1501 году Екатерина Арагонская стала женой принца Артура, но через пол года он умер. В 1509 она вышла замуж за Генриха VIII. Их супружеская жизнь была счастливой несмотря на то, что Екатерина была старше Генриха на 6 лет. Также она часто принимала активное участие в делах государства. В браке родилось 6 детей. Смерть принца Уильяма подкосило здоровье Екатерины и из-за этого у неё стало часто болеть сердце. Умерла в 1543 году от сердечной болезни.

Елизавета(1510 - 1582). Королева Испании и императрица Священной Римской империи. Жена Карла V. Брак Елизаветы и Карла был счастливым. У них родилось 5 детей: Хуана, Энрике V, Екатерина, Иниго и Алехандра. Пережила не только мужа, но и своих сыновей. В 1560 году от болезни умер ее старший сын, а младший умер ещё в детстве. И в этом же году она стала регентом Испании при своей годовалой внучке Изабелле. Её регенство характерезуится эпохой процветания и спокойствия. Елизавета, получившая хорошее образование покровительствовала искусствам и наукам. Её двор посещали выдающиеся гуманисты. У Елизаветы была богатая библиотека, а также она умела играть на нескольких музыкальных инструментах. Любила писать и читать книги. За 3 года до своей смерти вручила правление страной в руки Изабелле, а сама отошла от государственных дел и посвятила себя отдыху и чтению.

Генрих IX(1511 - 1578). Король Англии. Муж 1)Рене Французской и 2)Магдалины Австрийской. В 1527 году женился на дочери Людовика XII Рене. Их супружеская жизнь была счастливой. Но 1542 году её не стало. Рене умерла при родах, рожая 8 ребёнка. Генрих был безутешен он впал в депрессию и 3 года оплакивал жену. Женился во второй раз только через 10 лет после её смерти. В период его правления Англия стала сильной морской державой, а также в 2 раза увеличился рост экономики. При Генрихе IX в королевстве царил мир и процветание. Кроме этого, король уделял большое внимание культурному просвещению своего государства.

Стал отцом 12 детей: Генрих X, Эдуард, Екатерина, Анна, Уильям, Джаспер, Мария и Маргарита - дети от первого брака.

Магдалена, Фердинанд, Артур и Джордж - от второго.

Уильям(1513 - 1536). Герцог Йоркский. Муж Екатерины Парр и отец 2 детей: Мод и Уильям. Супружеская жизнь Уильяма и Екатерины был счастливой, но не долгой. Генрих VIII был против этого брака, так как подыскал ему другую невесту. Но после долгих уговоров жены и сына согласился. Вскоре Екатерина и Уильям узнали, что скоро станут родителями. В апреле 1536 года он заболел оспой и умер в течение нескольких дней, а в мае стал отцом дочери и сына. После смерти мужа Екатерина больше замуж не вышла. Было много претендентов на её руку, но она им отказывала и говорила, что её сердце принадлежит лишь одному Уияльму.

Эдмунд(1514 - 1588). Герцог Сомерсет. Муж Доротеи Датской, отец 6 детей: Уильям, Екатерина, Генрих, Марк, Изабелла и Кристиан. Эдмунд не был влюблен в свою жену. Первые годы брака супруги жили дружно и были привязаны друг к другу, а когда между ними начались недоразумения, то они носили финансовый характер. Герцогу не нравились чрезмерные расходы жены. Из-за частых ссор они стали отдаляться друг от друга. А после рождения последнего ребёнка Эдмунд окончательно отвернулся от жены. Эдмунд, как и его старшая сестра был покровителем культуры и искусства.

Мария(1516 - 1570). Королева Шотландии. Жена Якова V. Была любимой дочерью Генриха VIII. Поначалу шотландцы не хотели признавать Марию своей королевой, но позже она быстро завоевала доверие народа. Также она пользовалась доверием своего мужа, который часто оставлял её регентом на время своего отсутствия. Супруги были примером семейной жизни, король ни разу не был замечен за публичным изменами. В браке родилось 5 детей: Маргарита, Яков VI, Давид, Роберт и Екатерина.

Изабелла(1518 - 1585). Королева Польши. Жена Сигизмунда II и мать 8 детей: Бона, Сигизмунд III, Казимир, Ядвига, Владислав, Ягайло, Екатерина и Станислав. Изабелла славилась своей красотой, отличалась умом и большой энергией. Но счастья в её жизни не было. Брак Изабеллы был не счастливым. Королева безответно любила своего мужа, но король предпочитал вести разгульный образ жизни. Мать короля опасалась того, что Изабелла будет оказывать влияние на сына и настраивала Сигизмунда против неё. У короля и королевы было 8 детей, но выжил лишь один мальчик. Изабелла пыталась оказывать политическое влияние на своего сына, но её попытки остались без успешны. Из за разногласий с сыном она вернулась на Родину.

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