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matchamorphosis · 4 years

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: Lost in the castle's labyrinth hedge maze, two forbidden lovers bleeding in their own heartbreak find each other through the hardships of their sacred love.

pairing: knight!steve rogers × princess![black/woc]!reader

word count: 5.3K divider credit: @fireflygraphics

warnings: 18+ ONLY; smut mention, fantasy elements: fairies, nymphs, etc; betrothal mention, heartbreak, flashbacks, crying mention, death mention, classist mention, this is very detailed and I seem to ramble on and on about descriptions so srry if it gets annoying — MINORS DNI —

song prompts: this was kinda inspired by sleeping beauty so the sleeping beauty soundtrack here! ♡

contents: m.masterlist. my taglist. library acc. blog rules.

the drastic heaving in your chest doesn’t die down.

In the corner of your tear stricken eyes you pass flower hedge after blooming evergreen hedge. The continuous clack of your stocking heels brings a drastic hysteria amongst the perennial labyrinth maze, which is the only given sound amongst it besides the chirping birds.

Bringing its nature-like trickery to life as you rush pass turn after turn. Left and right. The fright and the ache clenches tight in your heart. It keeps your feet running, running away from your terrible fate; but you stop.

Tired feet give up and you meet the familiar large fountain your heart always sends you to whenever you feel the universe is against you. Broken sobs and river tears don’t stop, your arms act as a head rest when you throw your body against the ancient stone of the fountain.

Alive with its soothing blue water rushing out of the fingertips and harps of the white stone cherubs and cupids. Puffy red eyes meet the malachite lilly pads, the white blush and sunny yellow water lilies bringing the fountains palette together.

Those same clouded red glassy eyes dart down to the colorful fish swimming about, the many milky copper butterfly kois and bright orange goldfishes bring soothing music as they swish in the clear blue water while they swim about. A company of sage bullfrogs ribbit along, joining the fountains symphony from a distance you close your eyes and catch your slowing breath.

Resting calm upon the grapefruit-turquois pantone, the pounding of your chest has lessened as you inhale the scent of sweet water lilies. An absence of the cold shivers that trembled your bare shoulders is replaced by a blanket of sunshine.

Body limbs relaxing in feedback at the mazes magic, you always have believed and I mean always as a little girl wandering this here maze that it was magically woven. Perhaps you were a bit tied to the cumulus cloud and sparkly rainbow mentality the maze was testing mother nature and its laws.

For the blooming flowers that dot the twelve foot green hedges surrounding you are ripen in color and fragrance always. The ancient marble statues seemed to move their eyes and limbs cheekily if you were to turned your gaze away from them. Not to forget the archaic fountain still working perfectly as it flowed the crystal blue water that tasted sweet as the lemony jam scones you used to smuggle from the skitting rush of the castle's kitchens.

Back when you were a mischievous quick handed minx stuffing biscuit after biscuit in your pockets as you socialized with the cooks. Those starlight eyes and rosy smile that would easily get you whatever you please was always enough to distract them as your quick small feet scurrying out of the large noisy kitchens once the pastry bakers noticed the robbery of sweets.

These things were brushed off of course, for pastries and baked sweets were always replaceable. For goodness sake you were a tiny princess in need of adventure and amusement that harmless acts such as these were somewhat pitied. As a young princess desperate for a friend to play with in the huge gold laced opulent halls of the castle you had an innocent imagination to keep you company.

Enjoying the outdoors friendly scenery instead of the lonely cold shouldered indoors. Where your nursemaids always made you sit down to teach you to be a proper lady, made you attend to the numerous history, reading, and harp lessons that could continue to bore your soul for the next hundred years.

Surrounded by numerous flower gardens, man-made ponds, and monumental relics in ivy covered stone; they kept you from being lonely and bored.

However, it wasn’t those exact things that kept you from rushing outdoors day after day, but the wondrous beings that lived amongst them that you will soon find were the fae folk.

The water and woodland nymphs playing hide and seek with you, splashing rose water against your grinning face and magically whirling shrub and tree branches to grab your layered pastel dress hem. Either to keep you from winning (or losing) a frenzy game of knights and thieves or dragon napper.

The dazzling sprites acting as storytellers while you played with your porcelain dolls looking at them in awe as they spoke about their realms mythical creatures and tall tales of tame dragons and friendly ogres.

The bustling fairies fluttered along with the colourful butterflies and ladybugs, twining together freshly plucked flowers to create a carnation and peony crown upon your luscious locks. Cheekily chatting hysterically amongst themselves about your youthful beauty and your momentous gift to see them.

Not to forget the devious pixies that whispered in your ear to ignore your mother's and governesses calling you to come inside at once but to continue to make a mess of your tailored ruffled dresses with your mud cakes and pondweed pies they helped and encouraged you on making.

This wild figurative behavior and untidy unroyally actions were no longer allowed as your nursemaids and tutors dragged you back into the nightmare of your reality.

Forced you to sit down and focus on the deeds a princess must memorize, complete, and live by. Any outdoor activities were prohibited without any supervision, which you felt drained all the fun so you kept your head down and continued onto the hours upon hours of reading, writing and speech lessons.

All until they thought you were mature enough to not act upon “imaginative tendencies” you were allowed back on your horse and even permitted to begin your training lessons.

Being busy and now responsible to the importance of your royal duties you did not step back into that maze for years, it almost disappeared from your minds memory.

The thoughts and memories of the fae folk were slowly erased that they only appeared in the gold dust and rosy dawned clouds of your dreams. You had serious matters to attend to, and as you grew year after year you did indeed meet various people, most older and some younger but the encounters of potential companions your age didn’t age swiftly.

Let us say your imagination has always kept the best of you in the worst situations. Meaning the tales the sprites told you, the games the nymphs taught you and the gossip the fairies and pixies rumored were all considered crude jokes that either rudely amused or offended your potential friends.

Yes, you were known as the wild lonely princess from a strong kingdom.

The only one who sat alone at the table during a grandiose gala of united kingdoms and countries. Although you won’t lie and say you were entirely lonely, just as much as your studies were important so was your combative training. When you stepped into the baroque training room seven years ago you never knew the person you were forced to see day to day would become your best friend, and eventually lover.

As the years went by, your ability to see the fae folk had slipped from your fingertips but you didn’t mind that at all. Just as you heart was twined in the mystic elements of magic and endless wonder you were experiencing a different kind of magic during your passionate adolescent years.

For every time you set your eyes on your combat trainer, the infamous Steven Rogers who was rumored to lead seven hundred men on horseback to conquer fiends from overseas. As well as surpassed every young man during the kingdoms prime tournaments by vigorous sword fights and advanced jousting did he earn the title of a knight.

Truth be told, as much as those victorious achievements swooned you they didn’t matter at all when you two were alone basking and acting out your forbidden romance. For the man you have fallen in love with was no prosperous king, no wealthy lord, no charming prince but the man who was your escort.

This love was eternal like the star clustered sky, endless as the vastly colored tulips in spring. Steve is the only person who didn’t see you as an object, a chess piece to be manipulated and used on the political tiled board. Made it his mission every day to have share a conversation with you, bringing tiny wooden baskets of raspberries to eat while you two speak upon your days.

Steven always spoke with a tone as if he wanted to know everything, implored yourself to talk about your dreams, stories, your romantic ideals-- even the fae folk.

Finding out during your secret conversations that always were interrupted by delirious kisses and teasing touches did you know instantly Steven was the missing piece to the small princess who cried for someone to understand. Prayed to the stars for someone who’d see you as human however this affair wouldn’t come to the surface and be known. It was improper, disgusting for a lowly common man such as Steve to have any relations with a princess besides acting for his initial purpose.

As much as Steven Grant Rogers was highly praised in all the kingdom as well as the interested and impressed kingdoms around he would always be the son of an alcoholic chimney sweeper who married an illed woman who both perished before his eighteenth birthday.

These titles, these labels hurt you more than they did for Steven; who was passed the regiments of his sad childhood and life as well as the pathetic information used as leverage against him. It wasn’t as significant because he didn’t make it significant but he prides on his past for a low peasant as him is now the kingdom's strongest fighter. He is more than just his unfortunate bloodline of rusty copper coins and patched clothes covered in soot.

Earning the right to not be viewed as the sickly orphan boy from the kingdoms now destroyed coal mine towns. Fighting for his title to be a knight of the famous round table he did receive that glory and now Captain of the Knights he leads the kingdom’s strongest men to battle and return with them still alive and victory glowing against their bloody swords and shining silver armor.

Receiving medals, medallions, polished silver swords embedded in jewels and finely tailored battle gear by his admirers were nothing. They meant nothing because when he returned to the castle he only wanted to see you, entering the castles secret tunnels he'd sneak in your bedroom as you waited for him after reading his letters.

His arrival would make you squeal, giggle and embrace him in your arms while he spun you around holding you tight against him. You know Steven would never be killed on the battle fields but you always felt so relieved knowing he was safe and whole in your arms.

Lips connecting you were the key to help him feel and be anything but a war machine, when you would lead him to your grand rose quartz bath chambers. Helping him strip away from his shining brown splattered armor, letting you savor the sculptured muscle of his body as he pulls the laces of your day gown. Adoring your naked body with his firm touch, groping and feeling every curve he fantasized when he was hundreds of kilometers away from you in his tent at night.

Allowing you to wash his body away from the enemies blood he shed, savoring the sweet smell of your rosehip bath oils and bubble soaps of honeyed jasmine, crushed lavender. When his large hands would touch and grasp the bodice of your day gown letting it loose falling in a cloth pool around your feet.

The scratch of his scruff led cheeks around your mouth was a comfort as he carried into the hot oiled bath. Those days were so tender, so peaceful just as your other encounters. You both thought of thousands of ways to get closer to each other, all bearing no witnesses except the warmth of his hands on your heat.

Slipping from your chambers at night to meet him in the royal gardens, pretending to read a book near the staircase bookshelves at the castles library when he studied battle techniques of hundred of war generals before him, urging him to accompany you as you ride your horse into the town square.

Steven was the friend you turned to when you felt most alone. Being your lover who made you feel the pleasure of a thousand stars but also being your deathly plea who is the sole reason why you’re crying in despair against the stone fountain. Oh how you wished to possess the same ivory persona as you were younger, telling yourself it will all be okay.

but you can’t.

That little princess long ago was too childish, too imaginative, too stuck in her fantasy games and storybooks to get a hold of reality. You were deemed a child that was only motivated by fantasy alignments in your kingdom, for the vast rumors from the castle seem to get out to the subjects.

How else do people all around now that you used to play with powdered sugar and insisted it was pixie dust? Surely the pixies told you that but you were happy being amongst the fae folk because they truly adored you and considered you one of their own.

Now your magical twine with them has snapped through the years, you aren’t a child anymore but a young woman destined to marry a ruler to keep a peace deal from breaking.

Once in a while as you roam the castle or the gardens or the kingdom on your own you can sense something, knew that they were near or about. Just knowing so but as you are forced to sit and have no say in your heartbreaking disaster, you felt truly alone and broken for you had not the strength to speak on your own behalf.

you were truly alone.

The cold shiver rests on your shoulder and the wave of sadness takes you under its wing once again. However as the tear drop after teardrops fell from your quivering kneeled stature the despaired droplets drip into the fountain, creating a ripple.

A hollow hearted sob breaks through your lips and before you could envelope your hands in your face a slight jingle averts your attention, a jingle similar to a chime of a bell. Ignoring it and continue to spew however it rings again and you shoot your head up, another jingle and your turning your head around as to where the bell is coming from.

Another jingle and you shoot your eyes to the cause of the charming disruption, pure shock paints your face as you look upon the aquatic pixies dancing from lilly pad to lilly pad. Their pale skin of blues and purples add to the greens and blues of the water and your eyes gloss with joy, for you aren’t that alone as you imagined yourself to be.

A smile picking up your once quivering lips you sniff as you greet the pixies with a wave who jingle back at you with a welcome.

from the middle of the flowery labyrinth maze is a distressed Steve Rogers.

Lost in his attempts to save you from running away from him. The guilt and disloyalty filling his lungs with every breath he took, his head looks distraught looking widely from side to side at the multiple pathway options.

Knowing he was getting closer to you as he heard your little sobs and sniffs going strong then faint with each step he takes they were gone now. He stands to listen closer but the only thing that returns are the buzzing bees that sip the pollen from the flowers and the chirping birds feeding their young.

With a heavy sigh he looks down at the brick stone walkways, questioning if they are driving him closer or farther away from his lover. Memories flash in his mind when these labyrinth mazes were considered knightly challenges to practice the memory and battle strategies.

Sighing once again he lifts his head up, eyes widening as he noticed the lined statues that were once in their regular alignment pointing their fingers to one entrance of the maze. Mouth gaping open he doesn’t question any of it as he hurries through the chosen brick pathway.

The leathery rubber soles of his battle boots fill the mazes harmonious nature, being passed by a family of hopping bunny rabbits his eyes quirk when they turn left. Curiosity getting the best of him he follows the black and brown spotted rabbits his ears pick up the sound of running water and as he looks into the curved entrance way he is met with yet another large space.

A large opulent marble fountain in the middle surrounded by the long stone walls of potted flowers and you in the middle of it all crowded by forest animals and what has him breathless, fairies.

“Your highness?” Steven speaks despite the whisper being under his breath you lift your head up and turn around to see him.

His sudden presence has the fawn you were stroking to run to his mother at the opposite end of the exist, the bunnies' squirrels, blue jays, chipmunks, rushing out of the room in a blurring rush.

The faeries vanish as well as the pixies and you sit cross armed, he had to ruin everything.

Not bothering to glance his way his face heated as a thin layer of sweat mists his face, the creaking of his polished silver armor interrupting the mystic music of the fountain and the cotton tailed meadow animals that poke their heads besides the vast archways.

Steve’s body standing under the metal gated arbor covered head to toe in moss and budding blooms of the large open margin. Brow broken and forsaken stature finally sitting up to meet his gaze you are unsure whether you want to run and be twined in his arms.

Asking him to take you far away and seal it with a deep kiss or dismiss him and just live on the dreary fate you were destined at birth.

“Sir Rogers,” you replied, head held high and voice strong and firm by the success of your speech lessons. Ignoring his desperate gaze, his body walks closer but he is still so far away.

“Your highness, I know I ask much of you, my own words and actions are still making me question my own infer-” his shaking voice is cut off, you don’t bother looking at him anymore.

Body turned to the side, swooshing your fingers in the sparkling water as your fingertips gently graze through the fishes backs. “Then dismiss yourself in your own dismay and leave me be,” you retort, your words starkly empty and cold.

Glassy eyes not matching the tone of voice you look to the water again and notice the pixies vanished, just making your frown deepen.

“Your highness I will not leave until I make amends to my mistakes and sins to you.” he speaks, voice soft and honeyed as his whispers to when he would meet you up on your forbidden encounters.

“Do not humor me with ‘Your highness’ you never were much to speak upon that title in private. Do not humor me now, I wish to be alone.” you mutter, it was never your highness and sir rogers between you and him when I didn’t deal with public matters.

“Your highness this was never meant to hurt you, this was never supposed to be, I am your servant-” you scoff at those words, is he even hearing himself?

Has he woken up this morning forgetting the promise you made to you the many nights before when the arrival of the other kingdom emerged at their draw bridge?

“You are my servant?! A servant does not make it his duty to tie his heart and make it one with its superior! A servant does lie to his superior by saying that he loves her enough to take away all her pain because he doesn’t love her!”

Crying now just like you did in your sleep last night, knowing you’ll have to spend the rest of your life with a stranger who was equally as forced into this as you.

That night made you feel hopeless, so hopeless you grabbed your shawl and escaped through the tunnels that sprawled across the whole castle you managed to sneak successfully into the gardens.

Wanting to be alone to plan your escape until Steve stopped your attempts, reminding you of his promise that he’d take you as far away as possible. Take you away that day on his fast steed and start a new life somewhere else, his strong words brought the hope in your tears and you still feel the ghost of his lips as he sealed his vow with a kiss.

Just as your mind is replaying the night before as well as the other shared nights he is to. From the moment he saw you in the stable as you grabbed your mare and asked to teach you how to ride to pinning you against the carpet flooring of the training rooms as you would practice sword fighting to admitting your feelings on a ball of your sixteenth birthday he is remembering that every good thing he experienced he experienced with you.

With this truth his heart plummets as his mind enters the equation, as much as you were his and he was yours all odds were against your love. In no life from now and the one after would he have the right to openly call you his forever without being on the block of the guillotine.

“I serve you, that is my duty. My duty is to protect you, even if it’s from your own sensibility,” he speaks rather harshly as if he’s talking to a child. Despite it is the opposite of what he wishes to confess his soldier like mind holds his tongue in an iron fist.

Those insensitive words have you turning your head and body around, standing up to face the man who is only five steps away from you. “What about my sensibility is deemed weak to you?” the honey in your voice is replaced by your statistical fire.

“I’ve never said it was weak but it doesn’t lead you to the best of places now does it Princess?” he fires back and your mind is encased in thorns, sharp thorns you want to wrap Steve in and laugh when he pleads for you to let him go.

That comment however only resurfaces your anguish, washing over the anger tears slips from the corner of your eyes. Strong frown being pulled into a pout you take a shaky breath as you look away from the man who you were so confident to be your unapologetic lover.

Steve see’s the shift, the princess who was staring him down with the rage of a thousand men was now crying as she made her way back to the fountain.

Wishing he’d bitten his tongue he calls your name yet your back is still faced to him, your eyes stirred against the fountains water. The chimes of the pixies and faeries spark in your ears, ignoring Stevens pleads of your name as your eyes now stare hypnotized at the goldfishes and kois that swirl in the fountains blue.

The large space that envelopes the delicately carved stone whirls in a large whirl, a glow shining through the now twirling spinning whirlpool in the fountain it takes your breath away.

A chime rings in your ears but you understand the language, know the words the invisible pixies and faeries whispering to you.

go on dear, jump in. you may finally be happy.

They hush and Stevens hand reaches for your own and you allow him to pull you to him.

“My love, speak to me!” Steven pleads, your glassy eyes returning his brow beaten emeralds that shine with regret and sorrow.

Another jingle in your ears as you squeezing his hands within yours, the weight of your betrothal ring getting the way of your fingers being enveloped in Stevens warmth.

“They’re speaking to you, aren’t they?” Steven whispers, he isn’t deaf to the constant jingles and chimes that circle the both of you. “What are they saying?” he whispers, looking around cautiously but his fear has you giggling.

How can your Steven, your tall strong well built Steven be afraid of childish pixies who thrive on jest? Bending your head down you laugh, your silky cacophony calming the meadow creatures enough to re-enter the garden for your sweet embrace towards the tall man in shining silver isn’t a threat as they thought.

“They want me to go with them. I should,” you whisper, feeling the fuzzy paw and soft fluffy tails as the meadow creatures surround you two.

Steven stares bewildered at you then down at the meadow animals at his feet, your soft embodiment conjuring all the sweet innocent creatures similar to you. His eyes go to where you stare at, he lets out a gasp when he sees the fountain now, the marble carved cherubs and cupids blinking back at him as a shimmering aquamarine whirlpool swirls restless in the portion of the radius.

“No, no you can’t leave! Don’t leave me-” Steve breaks yet its stopped by you grabbing his face in your soft hands pressing your rose painted lips against his thin pink.

Pulling you closer you seem so far away from him, your minds plans not corresponding with his realistic manners but that only encourages his firm caressing grip on the underside of your jaw and neck.

The soft chatter of chirping quails to the bustling rabbits and squirrels is faintly dear in the background then you part your lips from his, his hand to your back to keep your faces close. Noses bumping into each other and the soft inhales you two share coming for breath from your heated kiss only has your fingers smoothing the black freckles on his hairless cheek.

“Come with me. I cannot live a life like this no more, I can’t live a life were i am forced to feel assured in a destiny I don’t want no part in. If I am to forced to wed someone who isn’t you I-I wouldn’t wish to live!” you sob, your forehead pressing against his your breaking his heart over and over again.

“Don’t say such thing, you cannot ask me to do this. My love my whole life is here, my mother has passed but my brothers in arm are at my wing. What where to happen if I would leave this life to make another? What were to happen to them?” Steve breaks yet it doesn’t make your tears cease.

Steven wishes at night to not be the war machine this kingdom has turned him into but that is the only thing he has purpose in.

“How can you call me your lover when you cannot live a life with me, to have me be your life? I am miserable here, the only thing that has kept me from dying in my sleep is your promise!” the sob that excludes through your lips is heart shattering in his ear drums.

Remembering his own words long ago when he was tangled in the silk sheets of your large canopy bed.

“I know what I have promised, but we cannot do it this way. We cannot trust this way-” he mutters yet you shake your head, he’s still thinking with that soldier brain of his.

The soldier brain that keeps him up at night and has him trembling in his sleep. Steven is not a war machine, not a pawn piece to be pushed in danger for this kingdoms greedy and selfish antics. Seeing the want in his crystal blue eyes to escape this nightmare just as bad as you is being dragged by the only thing keeping him from being happy, his stubborn pride to never back away and except the goodness he rarely experiences.

“You swore an oath to me you’d take me away. On the night I gave you my virtue when you confessed your love to me just as I did to you. You promised you’d take me far away from here that I would never have to suffer this life again. Now is the time Steven-” you wail against the metal of his chest, he squeezes his eyes and allows his blistering tears to fall.

Warm hands go to your hair, rubbing your shiny locks he turns to the whirlpool still alive and getting brighter with every minute. Pulling you closer he won’t deny this brilliant chance he only got ahold of in his once in a lifetime dreams that didn’t have end with him bleeding to death on a battle field are you being dragged away by the guards as his head’s locked to the guillotines knowing of your scandalous affair.

The crowds cheering for his beheading and your screams as you stare down upon his lifeless headless body bleeding. No, this wasn’t a nightmare but his head is spinning in the wrong turns they may take. All the work and effort to be stopped by the cruel factors of society and life as they know it.

“W-what makes their world better than ours love? We don’t know their kind, we don’t know of their laws. W-we-” he stammers yet when he opens his eyes he stares at the flying faeries and pixies that over above them.

The woodland and water nymphs' playing with the meadow critters and the sprites at your feet talking in a language most foreign to his knowledge. Incredibly breathless at the sight, the beauty and magic so divine he could breath in the serenity and exhale the doubts.

Such an involvement seems impossible but he already knows this isn’t a dream even though the hedged garden looked like a page of an oil painting pulled from a storybook he read to himself as a child. Their walking feet take them to the fountain, eyes filled with wonder at the nymphs and sprites jump into the whirlpool letting out giggles and cheerful squeals.

Afterwards did the meadow creatures jump into the sparkling pool did they create a splash yet they don’t resurface. Steve pulls you close to him as he pays attention observing the whirlpool as the pixies and faeries fly into it, their trail of glittery faerie dust behind until it settles down.

Next did you notice the citrus kois and goldfish shooting up and down from the water as they flapped their fins joining in the whirlpool as the bullfrogs followed suite. Their green and orange bodies being seeped in quickly you and Steven stare in awe at the still operating whirlpool.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Steven hushed, carrying your thickly layered dress adorned body within his large arms. Joy fills your chest, smiling dearly at him you cup his face with a single hand making his worried eyes glance in your calm rosy irises.

“It doesn’t matter, i’ll be forever grateful to know your besides me,” you whisper, softly smiling at that he pulls you into an equally tender kiss before stepping a step closer to the magical fountain.

The whiling pool in the large fountain keeps spinning over and over and he takes a step inside the water. If it was possible he was holding you closer in his arms and with a long breath he leaps into the shimmering blue vortex, as you both fall into it the vortex swirls faster.

Sucking in the lilly pads and pondweed and any traces of life within the fountain till the fountain itself shines with a bright golden light. The once smooth white marble cherubs and cupids crack with old age as wild weeds envelope their decaying stone figures, the water in the fountain disappearing with the shrinking vortex it combusts into a kaleidoscope of colorful butterflies, ladybugs and honey bees.

With the now magicless fountain that once held the dimension of the fae world now rests an old stone fountain covered in vines and moss.

No one will know how the rebellious princess managed to escape the castle seige and no one will know where the notorious Steve Rogers disappeared to. However, legend says they now know the forbidden love you two shared and the prosperous life the two will continue to share.

Happily Ever After.

just as your heart wished for.

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