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Sharing this again, because it’s one of the sweetest things I’ve probably ever written 🖤

Cinderella AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x f!Reader

Summary: The classic Cinderella AU. It's heavily inspired by the Disney live-action remake, but with a few tweaks here and there.

Word Count: 8k, oops..?

Warnings: None, except for extra cute Prince Sebastian.

A/N: It’s my first time writing for Seb at this length & I'm kind of proud of how it turned out. Oh, and I gave Sebastian the nickname 'Bash'. Hope you love it as much as I do!<3

Once upon a time, or however the story begins, there lived a girl named Y/N. She was the most beautiful thing in her parents’ eyes and held the kindest heart. They lived happily in a secluded small mansion. They weren’t the richest per se, but they could keep up with the house and even had a few workers in the kitchen and garden.

As time went by, the girl discovered a passion for music and playing the piano. Her sweet melodies often graced the halls of the house, and whenever she wasn’t behind the piano, she had her face buried deep in a journal, writing down every last thought that had occurred to her that day.

Alas, the time that had passed had also come bearing sombre news. The little girl’s mother had fallen ill with a disease so rare, there was nothing left to do but wait. Those three months spent waiting were the hardest for the girl, as she was always staying beside her mother’s bed, reading to her, brushing her hair, and playing lovely tunes on the piano to soothe her mother’s mind.

It wasn’t until one night, that the clock in the writing room, which her mother so deeply loved, stopped working and the house suddenly grew more quiet.

Years passed, and Y/N grew even more beautiful. She was always happy and kind, helping out everyone around the house and being there for her father. Y/N’s father was a merchant, so it was not uncommon that he had many trips abroad and many foreign friends. He had a certain way with him, his friends even called him a man of many words. He always found a way to insert an inspirational quote into whatever conversation was going on. His personal favourite, however, was a quote about courage.

Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.

“Darling, would you accompany me to the garden?” Her father asked her. Of course, she followed him with a smile on her face. He began to tell her of a widowed woman, with two daughters just a few years older than Y/N. He explained that he’d known the woman's late husband, having met him many times on his travels.

“They need a place to stay and they need a sense of security,” he began shyly, before continuing. “I think I can offer them that, I think we can offer them that.”

Y/N smiled as she took her father's hands in hers. “Father, if it’s something that would make you happy, it would make me even happier.” He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.

Madam Deveraux was a widowed noblewoman with two daughters, Arabella and Isadora. The Madam herself was mostly reserved and you could never tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. Her gaze always remained strong, even when the death of her dear husband crushed her spirit. As months passed after the tragic death, the demeanour of Madam Deveraux changed. Once just a composed and modest lady, was now hardened at heart, with only one true goal. To see her two daughters succeed and be wed off to rich husbands, no matter the cost.

Arabella, the eldest daughter was certainly pretty on the eyes, however, she had a mouth to her that diminished her beauty to a certain degree. Never afraid to speak her mind and even once in a while throw in a more vulgar term here or there. She was fascinated with all kinds of different adult romance books - that’s where she probably learned those indecent phrases. She also loved to draw, but truth be told, she wasn’t really any good at it.

Isadora, like her sister, was also beautiful in her own way. She certainly wasn’t as crude as her sister, but still had a peculiar sense of self. Her ego was probably the biggest between the three of them. Every reflective surface she saw made her gaze at herself longingly, always fixing her hair or makeup. Always whispering sweet affirmations to herself. She knew she was the prettiest person, whenever she walked into a crowded room. Even if the snobby personality sometimes made her mother’s eyes roll.

After a few weeks, it was time again for Y/N’s father to take his leave. Y/N felt crushed, and a sense of dread filled her heart, making her father promise that he’d return.

Unfortunately, on his travels back from overseas, Y/N’s father fell ill and was never able to return to her. It saddened her deeply, but due to her chores, given to her by her step-mother, she didn’t have time to dwell on her grief.

Months passed, with her chores growing bigger and bigger. She had given up her bedroom because Arabella and Isadora were too cramped up in their own smaller one. Unfortunately for Y/N, instead of getting the smaller room for herself, she had to stay in a storage room right next to the kitchen. It wasn’t the most tedious place to be, for someone somewhere must’ve had to have even worse living conditions. That thought kept her appreciating her commodities and trying to tidy up the tiny storage room as best as she could.

“Y/N, could you be a dear and help your sisters with their dresses?” Madam Deveraux’s cold voice could be heard from upstairs, as Y/N was just finishing up setting the table in the kitchen. Sighing, but still with a smile on her face, the girl walked upstairs to assist her step-sisters. Arabella was tugging Isadora’s corset, to make it more tight, as Isadora was standing near the mirror letting out gasps of air.

“A little bit of help, please?” Isadora asked in her saccharine voice, looking at Y/N through her mirror. Y/N nodded and took over from Arabella, pulling and pulling until the corset was perfectly on Isadora’s body.

“Hmm, I look good, don’t you think so?” Isadora spun around, now in her huge pink sparkling dress, which did not do her beauty any justice. Y/N, however, was not one to judge. She just smiled lightly and nodded.

“Pfft, as if you had any sense of style,” Isadora went to grab her rings, before putting them on her dainty fingers. Her brown hair was curled in an updo and she had put on a plethora of perfume, that was way too sweet, but ironically, fit her perfectly.

“Hah, you’re right sissy, this wench does not know anything about fashion. I mean look at how she’s dressed right now.” Arabella looked at Y/N from head to toe, her face grimacing. Y/N lowered her head to look at her grey dress. Yes, it wasn’t as fancy as the gowns on her step-sisters, but it had belonged to her mother. The grey dress made her feel some kind of sanity, running around doing chores for the Deverauxs’. Picking invisible lint from the pocket of her skirt, the step-sisters just laughed at how humiliated Y/N looked.

“Yes, you do look absolutely atrocious as of late,” Isadora smirked as Arabella grinned, taking joy in embarrassing Y/N. “You’re just plain ugly,” the eldest sister managed to get out before laughing.

“Here, take this, go buy yourself something prettier,” Isadora scoffed as she handed Y/N three silver pieces. You could not get anything fairly pretty with that kind of sum. Y/N had given up on pretty dresses a while ago, being content with the ones her mother had left her. She shook her head at the silver coins, not accepting the pity donation.

“Fine have it your way, I was just trying to be nice,” Isadora threw the silver pieces on the floor as Arabella snorted in an unladylike manner. “Now leave, as I remember correctly Mama wanted you to go down to the forest to pick up some flowers for the gathering tonight.”

Y/N nodded to the girls, before hastily leaving the room, blinking back tears. She had grown accustomed to their derogatory comments, but that didn’t mean a part of her always ached at their remarks. Never had she been anything, but good and friendly towards the girls and their mother. She shook her head, as if to shake it clear from the depressing thoughts and picked up a dark-brown wooden basket from the kitchen table.

The walk from the house to the forest was always Y/N’s favourite. As soon as the house with the hectic people inside of it disappeared from her field of view, a certain kind of calmness filled Y/N. It was as if she could finally breathe without restrictions. Even the world around her seemed a little bit more saturated. Birds were flying around, singing their beautiful songs; it was spring after all. Y/N started to hum a melody she used to love to play the most on her piano.

Y/N twirled around and smiled, suddenly feeling joyous and elated. She closed her eyes, still twirling, liking the feel of the afternoon sun on her face. A total bliss. Suddenly, when taking her last twirl, she felt her foot get stuck on a tree root and braced herself for a fall.

However, the fall did not come.

Instead, strong hands had grasped her waist, holding her a few centimetres off the ground. Y/N finally opened her eyes, the sun making her squint a little before finally her vision was back in focus. She was looking into blue eyes. Into the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen. Serene, deep blue eyes, that she could get lost in. That she did get lost in.

“Miss, are you alright?” Y/N blinked, before realising the man was still holding her. She stumbled to get out of his grasp, before wiping her dress from invisible dirt. Her cheeks flushed pink, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you..?” Y/N said, waiting for the person’s name to finish her sentence. To thank him personally. She now had time to look at the man that had so gracefully caught her. He had brown medium-length hair, which seemed abnormally soft and Y/N wished she could tread her fingers through it. The man smiled, no grinned rather, and Y/N was taken aback by how handsome this stranger looked.

“You really don’t know who I am?” The man chuckled and Y/N shook her head quizzically. Was she supposed to know him? She browsed through her brain, wondering who this man could be; maybe she’d met him before. But no, she’d remember him. She could never forget those eyes.

Y/N saw a peculiar look in his gaze before his grin grew even bigger and he introduced himself. “My name’s Bash,” he said, and Y/N furrowed her brows, but smiling nonetheless.

“That’s a peculiar name,” she spoke, before realising her comment was nowhere near acceptable nor did it come off as friendly. The man, Bash, as she’d learned, let out a genuine laugh at the comment. Y/N felt embarrassed and was about to apologise before he stopped her.

“I like your candour,” he smirked. “It’s actually a nickname. A name that my father calls me whenever I haven’t done anything to upset him.” Y/N smiled, no longer feeling embarrassed, but just a little bit of something else. A strange warm feeling was creeping up in her chest.

“Well, thank you, Bash, for catching me. And I’m sorry you even had to, I’m not normally so clumsy.”

“It’s no problem, besides, what even is a beautiful girl like you doing out in these woods anyway?” Bash asked, not being able to take his eyes off Y/N. He’d never seen a girl so beautiful before. And ‘beautiful’ was not even enough to describe her.

“Oh, I’m just on my way to get flowers for a party later on. Which does remind me, that I should be on my way,” Y/N looked down at her basket, which she hadn’t fortunately dropped, when she had stumbled. Realisation hit her then, that he’d called her beautiful, but she couldn’t believe it. Perhaps she’d heard wrong?

“Do you work nearby?” Bash asked, his eyes still admiring her own. He did not want to leave her this soon after just meeting. But her duty called and truth be told, so did his. He wasn’t even supposed to be out here. He was out riding with his horse when suddenly he heard the most beautiful voice humming somewhere nearby. Having left his horse a few metres behind, was when he finally saw her. She was twirling and twirling and completely not noticing the tree root that was about to make her fall on the next twirl. Thankfully, he was fast and had caught her on time.

“Yes, I do. Are you from around here as well?” Y/N asked politely. Knowing that she should be going now, but his eyes were just too mesmerising, to not look away from, that she stayed grounded.

“I actually work at the castle,” he said, his eyes turning pink as if he was embarrassed about the notion. Y/N smiled at that. “Must be nice,” she thought out loud, as Bash just shook his head at her comment.

“Depending on the day, it can be a little bit too much sometimes.” Y/N nodded at that, trying to understand what it must be like working amidst hundreds of people. Working for royalty.

“Well, it’s like my father always taught me,” she began as she gave him the sweetest smile. “Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.” Bash raised his eyebrow at that. “And do you feel like that?”

“Huh?”

“Do you feel seen?” He inquired, and Y/N shrugged. The question was raw - she hadn’t expected that. Did she feel seen? No, not as of late. But she couldn’t tell him that, now could she? She noticed the sun had turned just a tiny bit more golden and felt fear rush through her. She was supposed to be making supper for the Deverauxs and their guests.

“Look, it’s been wonderful having this chat with you, but I really must take my leave,” she nodded to him, taking her basket and turning around, completely forgetting about the flowers.

Bash felt a tinge of sadness in him, before nodding and giving her a final smile. “Well, it was wonderful making your acquaintance. I hope to see you again someday.” Y/N turned around at his voice. She nodded, grinning at him.

“So do I.”

“Soon,” Bash said and saw Y/N blush, before finally taking her leave.

She found some wild poppies just behind the house and hoped they’d do. Fortunately, Madam Deveraux only gave her a quizzical look, before dismissing her. She took a breath, thanking the gods that her step-mother did not freak out over the flower arrangement. All evening as she was making supper for everyone, her thoughts went back to the kind stranger she’d met.

Bash.

Y/N was browsing through the city fair, currently looking at new books she wished she could buy when suddenly a horn was heard above in the upper city. She glanced up from the booth towards the sound, seeing everyone gathering around.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” a man in a formal outfit began. Behind him stood many other men, dressed the same.

These were men from the castle, she concluded. Her thoughts went to Bash for a second, before focusing back on the man giving out the information.

“As requested by His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian, there is to be a ball, for two weeks hence, in honour of him choosing a bride. As per his wishes, the ball is open to everyone in the country.”

Squeals and cheers were coming from every corner of the city at the news. Y/N suddenly felt very happy. Maybe this was her chance to see Bash again in the castle, after all, he did say he worked there.

Having made her way back home, she rushed to Madam Deveraux, who was sitting in the living room with Arabella and Isadora. The latter was playing the piano. Correction, trying to play, for Y/N, did not know it was possible to make that kind of noise on the delicate instrument.

“What has gotten you in a rush? Your dress is all dirty again,” Arabella scrunched her face, clearly disgusted by Y/N’s clothing once again.

“I was just in the city when they announced there is to be a ball in two weeks as the Prince is to finally choose a bride. It’s open to everyone.” She smiled as she saw Madam Deveraux jump up from the couch, her daughters following her. Suddenly they screamed and the two girls jumped around.

“I’m going to be the new princess,” Isadora squealed before Arabella nudged her on the shoulder.

“No, I am!” Arabella insisted before Madam Deveraux made them quiet down.

“Y/N, you have to go into town and get three beautiful dresses,” Madam Deveraux smiled at her, a new prosperous future in mind for her daughters. She knew they had to look their best to catch the eye of the Prince.

“Yes, yes I will. Thank you for letting me come with you.” Y/N said as she was about to leave back to the city, her mind joyous and excited. Madam Deveraux had finally accepted her as part of the family and she got to go to the ball as well.

“Come with us?” Madam Deveraux scoffed and raised her eyebrow. “Why in the seven hells do you think you’re coming with us?”

Y/N started to say something before she was rudely cut off.

“Nuh, uh-uh.” Madam Deveraux pointed her finger at Y/N. “You do not belong at events like these. You will not go, I forbid you.”

Y/N felt tears in her eyes, not understanding why she was being so mean to her.

“Oh, Mama, look. You’ve made the duckling cry.” Arabella snickered and Isadora laughed.

“But why? All I’ve ever done is be nice to you. I do all these chores, you ask of me, and more.” Y/N started shaking but was reluctant to let out real tears. They cannot see me cry, she thought to herself.

“Have you ever considered that you’re maybe just not enough? Not enough pretty, not enough smart,” Madam Deveraux took steps toward Y/N, placing a finger under her jaw, pulling Y/N to look at her. “You’re no one.” Madam Deveraux turned away, before muttering instructions that Y/N was to buy dresses for the three of them the following day.

TWO WEEKS LATER

After helping the Deveraux sisters into their beautiful ball gowns and doing their hair, Y/N watched them leave in a big beige carriage. Letting her shoulders shrug, she finally let out the tears she’d been holding in. Y/N had hoped to visit the ball as well, hoping to see the blue-eyed man who had taken over her thoughts.

Y/N heard footsteps behind her and her name being called, before turning around and seeing Anastasia, an older lady that she’d known all of her life. Anastasia was a neighbour, a lovely woman, who always took care of Y/N whenever it was needed. Anastasia did not like the way Madam Deveraux had started treating Y/N after her father died and even offered to let Y/N move in with her. However, Y/N always passed the opportunity down, saying that she made a promise to her mother and father to look after the house.

“My dear,” Anastasia came closer, taking Y/N’s hand and seeing the tear trails on her face. “Why are you not at the ball? Everyone’s invited.”

Y/N shook her head, before explaining that Madam Deveraux had forbidden her to attend the event. Anastasia pursed her lips, before muttering, more to herself than to Y/N.

“This will not do,” then louder, “this will not do at all.” She grabbed Y/N’s arm and started pulling her towards her house which was just a few minutes further away. “You will go to the ball, end of story.”

“But how? I have no horse to take me, let alone a carriage. Nor do I have a dress that is suitable for this kind of event.” Y/N saw Anastasia grin, before ushering her faster towards her house.

“Have courage, dear one. I will make sure you get everything.”

And just as Anastasia said, Y/N had it all. Anastasia was a well-endowed lady, who did not have the joy of getting to raise a daughter of her own. No, she was instead blessed with three sons. So it was mere luck, and perhaps a little bit of something else, that Anastasia had a beautiful periwinkle blue dress in her closet waiting to be worn. It fit Y/N perfectly as if it was made only for her to wear.

Anastasia did Y/N’s hair next, whilst explaining that she’d already talked with her personal chauffeur, who was to take Y/N to the ball.

“I cannot begin to thank you enough, Lady Anastasia,” Y/N had tears in her eyes, although this time they were there for another reason. Gratitude.

“Oh, stop it, dear. I’ve told you a thousand times to not call me that, it makes me feel old,” she grimaced, before helping Y/N into the carriage. As Y/N took a step, Anastasia saw her shoes, which looked worn out and definitely didn't go along with the dress. She muttered something under her breath, before looking at Y/N again.

“There’s something in a box inside the carriage. Make use of them. And make sure to dance.” Y/N furrowed her brows, trying to understand, before she took her seat and felt the carriage take off slowly. “But wait, what about Madam Deveraux and the step-sisters? Won’t they recognize me?” Y/N asked worriedly, looking back at the kind woman.

“Oh, don’t worry about something so trivial, my dear, it’s already been taken care of,” Anastasia winked, before remembering, “and before I forget, try to return at midnight. I cannot explain why, but it’s imperative that you do so. You have to be back when the clock strikes twelve.” With a smile, Anastasia stayed behind, waving at Y/N.

Y/N was a bit confused, even more so when she opened the box that was on the seat in front of her. Beautiful shoes, made out of iridescent glass, were inside the box. She gasped when she took one in her hand, not even feeling the weight of it, expecting it to be heavier. She slipped off her slippers, before trying on the glass shoes.

They fit perfectly. As if these shoes, just like the dress, were made just for her. Maybe Anastasia was a witch? No, that sounds too evil. Maybe she was her Fairy Godmother. Y/N chuckled at the silly idea of magic but still felt curious about the predicament she was in.

Y/N didn’t have enough time to dwell on the whereabouts of her dress and shoes before she saw the castle in front of her. Only a few minutes separated her from the majestic building.

“Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen,” she whispered to herself, looking longingly at the castle ahead.

The castle itself was beautiful. Y/N had never seen a building so marvellous in her life. Taking slow steps through the garden in front of the castle, she was in awe. Twirling around and trying to take it all in. The castle inside was just about the same. Mesmerising to the point of Y/N being left speechless. She imagined what it’d be like to live here. So in contrast to her current living conditions.

Before she knew it, she was standing behind a huge door, with two guards standing on each side of it. This must be the ballroom, she figured. She gave a nod and a curtsy to the guards before they nodded in return and opened the doors.

She heard the buzz of the voices first, before walking towards the balcony that was connected to the ground floor of the ballroom. About a hundred and fifty other people were mingling downstairs, not counting the guards and other workers.

She began to make her descent down the marvellous staircase, walking slowly, as if not to ruin the dress and not to stumble on her feet. She felt anxious, before reminding herself of her father's wise words again.

It was then that Bash saw her, from across the room. He’d been waiting for her for hours now. Hoping that she’d grace the castle with her beauty. And what a beauty she was, indeed. He was left bewildered when he saw her. She looked otherworldly.

She looked ethereal.

As if they were magnets, he felt an invisible string pull him towards her. He apologised to the princess currently in front of him and nodded to his father, before taking his leave and stepping onto the dance floor.

Y/N had just reached the last step when she noticed the crowd parting and giving her way. At the end of the tunnel of people, she saw him.

It was him, it was truly him.

Bash.

And oh, the way he looked at Y/N. As if she’d hung the stars in the sky.

He grinned when he was finally near enough to notice the sparkling eyeshadow on her eyelids and the pink tone of her lips.

“Wow, just wow,” Bash let out, scratching the back of his head. A habit of his, whenever he was nervous. “I’m speechless, really.” Bash said, before taking Y/N’s hand and placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles.

“You look breathtaking,” he said, looking up. Y/N blushed heavily, still not having noticed the ballroom growing quiet. All she saw was him. He was wearing a dark blue suit, with small gold intricate details, that made him look regal. It was then, Y/N realised, he was probably not just a mere worker in a castle.

“Would you allow me this dance?” He said as he stood up straight again. Y/N nodded, not trusting her words at the moment. He took her hand gently on his, placing his other on her waist. The pull between them only grew, the magnetic feel forcing them to be as close as possible.

And then they danced. He was a wonderful leader, and fortunately for Y/N, she was not so bad herself on a dancefloor, having taken dance lessons in her youth. The pair only had eyes for each other, completely ignoring the looks they were getting all over the ballroom. Some were jealous, some were elated, and some were more than angry with the outcome happening right now.

Y/N grinned as Bash twirled her not once, but twice, and then made her fall into his arms. The song ended and they were both out of breath. Y/N felt Bash put a strand of hair behind her ear, looking longingly into her eyes. He leaned in, before closing his eyes and stopping himself.

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” Y/N nodded as he led her away from the dancefloor to the confines of a secluded room filled with high bookshelves. There were rows and rows of books. Y/N twirled around, taking it all in. She’d never seen bookshelves this high before.

They were in a library.

Sebastian noticed how Y/N smiled in awe as she took it all in. He just had a feeling she would like it.

“You didn’t tell me you were a prince, Prince Sebastian,” Y/N said when she turned around from admiring the thousands of books gracing the shelves. Bash chuckled.

“I told you I worked at the castle. Which is true,” Y/N narrowed her eyes before smiling.

“I just didn’t specify,” Bash said, a finality in his tone. Y/N then saw him truly as he was, as a future king.

A kind future king, she acknowledged.

“True,” she took another longing look at the bookshelves before something else caught her eye on the other side of the room.

There was a black grand piano, waiting to be played. Almost calling her name as she took steps towards it. Bash saw what her eyes had fixed on, a grin growing on his face.

“Do you play?” He asked as Y/N let her fingers slide tenderly across the black-and-white keys.

“I used to,” Y/N said honestly, still gazing longingly at the beautiful instrument in front of her. “I haven’t in a while, not since my father passed.” Bash looked at her sorrowfully, before whispering his condolences.

Sebastian took a seat in front of the piano, patting the place next to him. Y/N blushed before she obliged.

She watched Sebastian place his hands on the piano, pressing a few keys, which made the sweetest tune. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself when she heard him continue. Suddenly the sound stopped and she opened her eyes to come face to face with Bash.

“Your turn,” he whispered, his face was so close to hers, that she could feel his breath on her face. She blushed but shook her head.

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t, really.”

“You should, really.”

“I will.” She said finally, seeing Sebastian grin before she placed her trembling hands on the keys.

She took a breath before letting her hands take over, the notes she played were familiar to her, never forgotten. Even if she hadn’t played them in so long. She let herself be carried by the tune, until at some point, there was a dialogue.

Sebastian had accompanied her on the piano, he was playing on his side, giving supporting yet beautiful notes to the ones she played. Y/N was enthralled and totally mesmerised by the music.

So was he. Before today, Sebastian was sure Y/N could not surprise him anymore. She was already perfect enough. But here she was, letting out a precious and delicate part of herself that not many could see. She trusted him. And he appreciated it more than Y/N could ever imagine.

Later on in their life, Bash would tell Y/N that this was the moment he fell in love with her.

As with all good things in life, the song came to an end, and Y/N removed her hands from the keyboard to her lap. Fidgeting with her fingers, as if suddenly ashamed of letting someone see her so bare.

Sebastian placed two fingers underneath her jaw, making Y/N look at him. Her eyes were so vulnerable, that he wanted to fix everything in her life. Not knowing anything about her, but vowing to himself that he’d do anything and everything in his power to make sure she was happy at all times.

Their faces were close again, just one small nudge, and he could feel her lips on his. Y/N saw as Bash’s gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, hers following the action. They were so–so close. Sebastian nudged Y/N’s nose with his own as if asking for permission. Y/N closed her eyes and grinned, him doing the same, and just as their lips were about to meet, Y/N heard the clock strike.

Her eyes flew wide open and she pulled away. Looking at the clock behind them, she realised she was running out of time.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go,” Y/N said apologetically, coming to stand. Bash followed immediately, wanting to grasp her arm, but not wanting to overstep.

“You’ve been absolutely wonderful and I’ve had the time of my life, truly.” She started walking away, fast. Sebastian was bewildered, not understanding what went wrong.

“Why are you in a hurry?” He asked, giving her a smile to try to ease the sudden tension in the room.

“It’s hard to explain, I don’t even understand it myself. But I made a promise,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. Bash was trailing behind her; they still weren’t out of the confines of the library. “I don’t break my promises.”

“Then promise me, we will meet again,” Sebastian told her, as he saw her quicken the pace. She was at the door now. The door that connected to the ballroom. The door that would bring them back to reality. She gave him one last look over her shoulder, grinning at him the way she’d never before when she finally whispered so only he could hear.

“Goodbye, Prince Sebastian.”

She took off and Sebastian followed. He felt his pulse quicken in his chest, for he had been so close to telling her that he’d chosen her as his bride.

And she’d used his full name. Not the nickname he’d given her.

Bash felt dread creep up on him. This wasn’t supposed to end like this.

And that’s when he realised he didn’t know her name. All this time together, and he had forgotten to ask the simplest of questions.

She had passed the ballroom now and Sebastian tried his hardest to catch up. With his luck, though, what with being the prince and all, he wasn’t so quick. Girls touched him and pulled him into them, everyone trying to score a chance at a dance with the Prince Sebastian.

Sebastian muttered countless apologies, before finally getting free of the wandering hands and quickening his pace towards her.

Y/N tried to run as fast as she could. Suddenly she stumbled and one of her glass shoes had fallen off. She looked behind herself and saw Bash following her, even if he was a bit farther behind. She did not have time to go back for the shoe, trying to get the other one off her foot, while still running.

She finally made her way to her carriage, letting it drive away. In her last glance towards the castle, she saw Bash picking up her glass shoe, holding it to his chest, and looking longingly towards the carriage. She blinked and felt moisture on her cheeks. She was devastated by leaving him, but he was a prince. He was the Prince Sebastian and she was just a commoner. A maid, if she could be called even that as of late. However, the feeling was bittersweet, as she’d have memories of this night to remind herself for the years to come.

The way his hands had felt, the way he had looked at her, the way his breath had made goosebumps on her skin when his nose brushed against hers.

The carriage dropped her off at her house, and she hastily made her way into her small room. As she changed into her other dress, the grey one that was her mother's, she noticed that her periwinkle dress was gone. She had just hung it up in her closet, but it was nowhere. She looked again and again, pulling out every other dress in her closet, but nothing.

It was as if it was never even there.

All that remained, which reminded her of the evening spent with the Prince, were her memories and the small glass shoe on the ground in her closet. Reminders, that she hadn’t imagined her time in the castle and that it had been real.

It was quiet until she heard voices coming from the hallway. Annoyed voices.

“I cannot believe, we didn’t get to dance with the Prince,” Isadora said grumpily, sitting down at the dining room table with a disappointed look. “All because of that stupid girl in that pretty dress.”

“At least I touched him,” Arabella closed her eyes, trying to remember the feel of his shoulder beneath her fingers. “He was so firm,” Arabella continued to daydream and took a seat next to her sister. Madam Deveraux was the last to arrive in the room, taking note of Y/N and how bubbly she suddenly looked.

She had a certain spring in her step, when she finally brought the food on the table, for them to eat. Madam Deveraux raised her eyebrow, eyeing Y/N thoroughly, but not saying a word. She thought Y/N would be more devastated at not having had the opportunity to attend the ball.

Something was going on. And she did not like it one bit.

Y/N spent the rest of her evening writing everything down in her diary. She wrote of every minute spent in the castle and her time with the Prince. Mostly, she wrote of the Prince.

It was a month after the ball when Y/N went to her room to check her closet. She had a peculiar feeling in her chest as if something were amiss. Her diary had been exactly where she’d left it, but to her surprise the glass shoe was missing. Y/N looked around her closet, but it was nowhere in sight.

“Are you looking for this?” She heard the cold voice of Madam Deveraux from the doorstep, before looking at her quizzically. “It’s a wonderful little thing, isn’t it.” Madam Deveraux said, looking at the shoe in her hand and then at Y/N. “Do you even know that there’s a countrywide search for whoever wore these shoes to the ball?”

Y/N was surprised, for she did not know the Prince was looking for her. Mostly because she hadn’t even been out of the house these previous weeks. Madam Deveraux had been giving her more chores than she could manage and now she figured out why.

“I won’t even begin to ask where you acquired such a thing, for I simply do not care.” Madam Deveraux hit the glass shoe on the wall next to her, making Y/N gasp and let out a weak ‘no’.

Madam Deveraux smirked, taking pleasure in Y/N’s sorrowful state. “It’s only a matter of time before they knock on our door. And you will not be a part of this household when they ask. It’s only me, Arabella and Isadora.” She grinned darkly, looking at Y/N sitting on the floor, tears in her eyes.

“Do you understand? Do you now, finally, understand that sometimes a person of your stature is just not enough?” Y/N whimpered as Madam Deveraux closed the door of her room, locking it behind her.

Y/N looked around herself, she had approximately enough food in her room to last her a few days, but she had finally accepted her fate. She would never see Bash again.

It was the afternoon of the next day when Madam Deveraux heard knocking on her door. She placed on her most pleasant smile and opened the door wide, to be met with the new King’s chancellor.

“Hello, we are here on behalf of His Majesty the King, to try to find his beloved. Are there any ladies in your household, to whom this shoe might belong?” The man in a dark blue suit asked, showing Madam Deveraux the glass shoe she was all familiar with.

Madam Deveraux was thrilled. She had ordered her daughters to lotion their feet daily and to try to squish them into smaller shoes, for she had to be sure that one of them would find their place near the King.

Arabella was first, as was expected of the eldest daughter. She let out a bunch of profanities while trying on the shoe, pushing and pulling the glass to try to fit into it. “One more time,” she said, her face completely red from the puffing and huffing.

“Oh, give up already,” Isaroda said, whilst nudging her sister, making her fall and catching the shoe in her hand.

As expected, it didn’t fit her either.

Madam Deveraux was absolutely annoyed with her daughters, completely disappointed in their incompetence.

“I am sorry for wasting your time, Madam Deveraux,” the chancellor said, as he was stepping out of the house. Just as he was about to get back on his horse, there was humming to be heard.

The loveliest voice was humming a tune somewhere in the house. Madam Deveraux’s eyes shot up, trying to close the door behind her.

The chancellor raised an eyebrow. “Is there someone else in the house with you?”

Madam Deveraux smiled smugly, however slightly shaken with the idea of the kingsmen hearing Y/N’s humming. She shook her head.

“No, there is no one, but me and my two daughters.”

“You’re lying,” said a strong voice, as a man jumped off his horse. He removed his hood, and everyone gasped.

It was Prince Sebastian. No, he was King Sebastian now. His father had fallen ill and given Sebastian the throne early.

Madam Deveraux was flabbergasted and immediately curtsied. “M-my prin-King, My King, I had no idea, you’d be here.”

Sebastian took a few steps forward, still hearing the tune of Y/N’s humming. He knew it was her. It was the same song they’d played on the piano together.

Sebastian looked at his chancellor, nodding towards the house. “Want to check it out, or should I?”

His chancellor, his best friend, smirked when he saw the glint in Sebastian’s eye. “Go ahead, Your Majesty.” Sebastian grinned before fastening his pace and entering the house. He followed the humming to the small door near the kitchen.

Sebastian saw that the door was locked, so with one, really-really strong pull he tore the lock off the door and exhaled before opening the door.

Y/N had no idea what was going on. She had been trying to calm herself ever since Madam Deveraux had locked her in this room. So when she heard noises coming behind the door, she had expected the worst.

What she didn’t expect, however, were the kind eyes of Bash.

Sebastian faltered, his steps coming to a stop. There she stood. His beloved. His Queen. He furrowed his brows as he took in her commodities. The way she was dressed. The way her eyes were red-rimmed - an indication that she had been crying.

She had been locked up.

Everything suddenly made sense to him and he wasted no time in hurrying towards Y/N and pulling her to him. Hugging her so close to him, finally, finally, feeling her in his arms.

“Bash,” She let out weakly and Sebastian just shushed her, placing his head on hers. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

Y/N tried to push herself away from him, afraid to get even more hurt. She had felt enough disappointment and grief in her life to experience it again. And grief she would feel if she lost Bash too. So it was easier to push him away before her feelings got too strong. Although, deep down, she knew there was already no turning back. She had fallen for him. Deeply.

But Sebastian wouldn’t budge, he was only grinning more widely when he realised that Y/N, the one he was looking for, was safely in his arms.

“Do you know that I have a countrywide search put out for you?” He asked casually, not even minding that she was trying to break free of his hold. Letting his fingers run through her hair, silently comforting her.

“Bash, have you even realised who I am?” Y/N looked at him through tear-filled eyes. “I'm a nobody. A maid at best. I have no prospects, no dowry. I am not someone you want next to you to rule a kingdom.”

Sebastian laughed at that, pulling the smaller one closer to his chest, letting his head fall on her own again. “That’s where you’re wrong, darling,” He inhaled her scent before placing a kiss on her head.

“You’re strong, you’re honest. Your heart is made of gold. You’re the only person I want to share the throne with.”

She finally looked up into his eyes, to see the most sincere gaze ever directed towards her.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to give me a shoe to try on then? Or have I heard wrong?” She finally retaliated and he chuckled at that.

“Fair enough,” he said before slowly kneeling in front of Y/N.

She looked at him, Prince Sebastian, no, King Sebastian now, on one knee, holding up a glass shoe.

Her glass shoe.

“May I?” Bash cheekily said, before Y/N blushed, and pulled up her skirt just a bit to give Sebastian her leg.

Bash placed her foot in the shoe, and as a surprise to neither of them, it fit her perfectly. His eyes found hers instantly, a strong, confident look in his gaze.

“Can I now, finally, know your name?”

She laughed at that, a tear escaping her eye as she finally began to realise that her old life was coming to an end.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she said as Sebastian’s eyes glossed over as well.

“Y/N,” Bash tried the name out on his tongue, and he liked how it sounded. He closed his eyes and shook his head, before looking at Y/N again with a new determination in his face.

“Y/N, would you please do me the honour of marrying me and making me the happiest man to ever walk this Earth? I promise to give everything in me to make you happy. To keep you safe. Please, just please, end my misery and come back to the castle with me. As my equal. As my Queen.”

Y/N fell on her knees in front of Bash, her tears falling on her cheeks, although she did not care for them at that moment. All she saw was Sebastian’s face near her as she started to nod and laugh.

“Yes?” Bash looked at Y/N with a hopeful gaze, placing his hands on either side of her face, and pulling her towards him.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Bash’s forehead on her own.

“Yes.”

Time stopped then.

Sebastian pulled Y/N closer to himself and finally connected their lips. Magical was not even the word to begin to describe how it felt like. They were made for each other, of that, were they both certain. Y/N had never experienced anything like this before. His lips were so smooth and soft on her own that she let out a whimper. Bash smiled at that and Y/N followed.

They both pulled away, grinning at each other.

“I love you,” Bash said, caressing Y/N’s face with his right hand.

“I love you,” Y/N said before Bash connected their lips again.

It was no surprise that the wedding of Y/N and Sebastian happened only a week after their first kiss. Y/N had moved into the castle immediately after Sebastian had caught her locked up in the storage room. Madam Deveraux was put to trial, for treating Y/N the way she had. Arabella and Isadora, although crude in their temper, were pardoned, but made to leave the country, effective immediately.

As for Y/N and Sebastian?

Well, their story is just at the beginning, filled with sweet kisses and even sweeter memories.

“Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?” Bash asked as he held Y/N, his wife now, close to himself.

“Hmm, I can begin to imagine it’s something close to the way I feel,” Y/N chuckled and Sebastian laughed, finally taking a look at her.

Ethereal, he thought. She stood in front of him in their shared bedroom, still in her white gorgeous wedding gown.

Sebastian just shook his head, still in disbelief that his happily ever after was in his arms at last. He pulled Y/N closer and placed his lips on hers. The one of many kisses shared that night.

#bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan cinderella au #sebastian stan fairytale au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan imagine

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THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

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Y/N: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Bucky : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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ahhhh this song is perfect for this story!!!🖤🖤

Happily Ever After

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N is feeling conflicted on her wedding day. Despite the expectations of her family, Y/N realizes that her heart belongs to another. Encountering Bucky before the ceremony, Y/N confronts her doubts and ultimately decides to follow her heart, fleeing the wedding and running into Bucky's waiting car.

Word Count: 1,7+

A/N: Bucky is a knight in shining armour. Please comment and let me know what you think!

A wedding day was supposed to be a happy day filled with love and joy. A day to remember for the rest of your life as one of the most important events. Everyone was supposed to be smiling and shedding happy tears throughout the day, making memories that would last them a lifetime.

But why did it feel so wrong?

Y/N was pacing around in her room, biting her nails, no doubt the manicure she had gotten yesterday was already a bit chipped and messed up. She didn’t care, though. Her body was trembling, she couldn’t breathe properly and she didn’t have anyone around that could calm her nerves.

Her parents had been joyous at the engagement and at the time it had felt right. At least she kept telling herself that. Reminding herself of everyone else’s happiness. But she had never truly been happy in the relationship.

Perhaps the real truth had always been there. The relationship was something that happened over the course of many years, mostly due to her mother’s and future mother-in-law’s meddling.

The older women had been neighbours for years and when they found out their children were similar in age the matchmaking had begun. Y/N had to admit that Robert was handsome and a true gentleman, but he hadn’t ignited something deeper in her soul. Not like someone else had in the past. Someone that her parents had deemed wrong for her many years prior.

A soft knock was heard on the door and she turned around coming face to face with the culprit who had stolen her heart and who her soul belonged to.

“Bucky? What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t going to come,” she smiled softly at Bucky and took in his attire. He was wearing his usual black leather jacket, but underneath it lay a black button-up shirt instead of his usual colored henley.

Bucky Barnes was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the way he looked at her right now made her question all of the life choices that had led her to this moment.

He came closer to her, shaking his head as he took her in.

“Wow, doll,” he said in a whisper, his voice cracking and she swore she could see tears in his eyes.

“You look breathtaking,” he placed both of his hands on her cheek, making her look up at him.

She was right, his eyes were glossy, and seeing him so emotional made her own eyes start to tear up.

He whispered her name softly, as the first tear fell from her eyes.

“Don’t cry, it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Grasping onto his hands that still held her face.

“But why does it feel so wrong?”

He sighed as he placed his forehead on hers. They stood there for a while, completely in silence and taking in each other’s company.

“I’m going to wait for you in my car if you end up choosing to go against your family.”

Y/N opened her eyes at that, smiling at Bucky. They had had this same conversation two days ago.

“Bucky, you know I can’t do that.”

He abruptly pulled away then, shaking his head at her comment. There was a storm behind his eyes and Y/N knew he wasn’t pleased in the slightest about the predicament she was in. His fingers were shaking as he paced around the room, obviously angry.

“Why? Why do you have to put everyone else’s happiness above your own? What about your happily ever after” He asked as he pulled at his hair, avoiding the smaller ones' gaze.

Y/N looked away from him, tears flowing easily now. He had a point, she knew it, but she couldn’t risk losing her family. Bucky was giving her a choice she could never accept.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Bucky looked at her then. He sighed and moved closer to her once more.

“I meant what I said. I’m going to be waiting for you. I’ll wait until I see the doors open and you both walk out hand-in-hand. Only then, I’ll leave. But if at any moment, any at all, you finally decide to choose your own happiness before the ceremony is over, I’ll be ready.” He closed the distance between them and laid a tender kiss on her forehead, before leaving her alone in the room once more.

15 minutes later, Y/N was walking down the aisle, after having successfully fixed her makeup and removed any obvious signs of her breakdown.

She had noticed her parents first. Their proud smiles and her mother’s nod irked something in her, but she tried her best to ignore it and kept walking further. She noticed Robert next. He looked good in his grey suit with a satisfied smile on his face, and suddenly she realised that he was not the one she wanted to be waiting for her at the altar.

No, he didn’t have the ocean eyes that left her breathless whenever he looked at her for more than a second. He never looked at her as if she had hung the stars and the moon up in the darkened sky and lit up the whole world.

No. Robert just looked.. Pleased.

She had had an inkling that Robert had only agreed to propose because her own family had a better income. Bucky had once mentioned it to her, a fact that left her uneasy. She had brushed it off, but seeing the way he looked at her now, as if she were a walking cash check, made her stomach churn.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Robert frowned, the guests gasped and her mother looked at her with a stern face, slowly shaking her head.

“Y/N, don’t do it.” Her mother voiced and she just grinned at everyone.

Y/N turned around and with a laugh and a newfound energy she had never felt before, ran back down the aisle towards the brown wooden doors. She could hear her mother screaming at her, but she didn’t care anymore. How had she almost gone through with the wedding when it was never something she truly wanted?

Y/N opened the door and quickly ran down the stairs, noticing the black SUV that Bucky drove. He was there like he’d promised.

The window rolled down and Bucky’s handsome face appeared.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked with a smirk, before leaning over the middle console and opening the door for her.

She sat in quickly, before looking behind her shoulder and seeing Robert and their mothers already running out of the church door.

“Go, go, go,” she yelled at him and he drove off before she could even buckle herself in. The car left the sidewalk just a second before Robert could reach her.

They sat in silence for a few seconds before both of them burst out laughing. She leaned back in her seat, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“God, that was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done,” she shook her head in disbelief looking over at Bucky, who was already looking at her.

“Where to next, princess?”

The whole world was upon her now, but there was only one place she could feel the happiest.

“Take me home, Buck,” she whispered and he gave her a funny look, not understanding why she’d want to go home out of all the possibilities.

“Your place,” she corrected herself and Bucky was speechless for a second before a wide grin set on his face.

“To home it is,” he said with a proud voice.

They had driven for 30 minutes until they finally arrived at Bucky’s cabin. It was a lovely place, perfect in size and a bit further from the city, that gave them the perfect amount of privacy.

“I’ve always loved your house,” Y/N whispered as she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the house. She yelped suddenly when she felt her legs lift off the ground and found herself in Bucky’s arms.

Bridal-style.

He was smirking at her mischievously and Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s customary to carry the bride over the threshold after the wedding,” he said and she rolled her eyes ignoring the bubbling feeling inside, loving the feel of his arms around her.

“What wedding? I don’t remember attending a ceremony,” she chuckled and he tightened his grip on her.

“Well, you’re still wearing a wedding dress.”

Once inside, he lowered her to stand, but still left his hands lingering on her waist, holding her close.

“Y/N,” he whispered her name and it sounded like honey to her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed, not remembering the last time she felt this happy. There was only one thing that could make this day better.

“Can I finally kiss you?” She opened her eyes at his question, smiling at the man in front of her.

Her one true love.

“I was just about to ask you the same,” she admitted and the smile that appeared on his face could’ve lightened up the whole room.

Without another word, Bucky closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently pull her in. His touch sent shivers down Y/N’s spine as she leaned more into his embrace, her eyes fluttering closed.

And then, their lips finally met in a tender kiss, igniting a firestorm of emotions neither of them could contain. It was a kiss filled with passion, longing, and a depth of feeling that transcended words.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. Y/N ran her fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, letting him pull herself closer as he deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of their connection.

“I love you, Y/N. Always have and always will.” He said against her lips with so much emotion that Y/N felt tears in her eyes again.

“You’re my happily ever after, Bucky. I love you.”

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this kiss was just the beginning of their wonderful fairytale together.

thank you for reading & reblogs are appreciated <3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader

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I saw your post about mob!bucky fics and thought i would share some of my favorites with you

Series:

https://www.tumblr.com/extremelyblackandwhite/620217697135935489/handmaid-masterlist-pairing-mobsebastian-stan?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/extremelyblackandwhite/637422514905219073/cardigan?source=share 💗

https://www.tumblr.com/kinanabinks/677068565305868288/mobbucky-masterlist?source=share (some are stand-alones and others follow a timeline) 💗

Stand-alones:

https://www.tumblr.com/sinner-as-saint/184621805972/my-very-smutty-master-list?source=share (masterlist link because they have written so many good ones that it would be easier)

https://www.tumblr.com/buckyalpine/687172412700311552/home?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/buckyalpine/727420872143552512/my-first-and-only?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/1800jjbarnes/719168534061662208/%F0%9D%90%98%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AC-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%AB-%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%A4%F0%9D%90%B2-%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AC-synopsis-dont-piss?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/1800jjbarnes/730529079968890880/%F0%9D%90%83%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%B2-%F0%9D%9F%94-%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%A0%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%8F%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%AF%F0%9D%90%9E-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%B1-%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%A4%F0%9D%90%B2-%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AC?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/slyyywriting/679523598524973056/honey-theres-people-that-are-dying?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/slyyywriting/712779337817063424/your-hands-on-me?source=share 💗

https://www.tumblr.com/slyyywriting/706801430652174336/put-my-mind-at-ease?source=share

Non-finished series

(but still worth a shout because of how amazing they are)

https://www.tumblr.com/gutsby/738369931747442688/wedded-bliss?source=share 💗

https://www.tumblr.com/mymoonagedaydream/721404478239145984/pairing-mobbucky-x-yn-word-count-2k-warnings?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/kinanabinks/650868503343251456/her-soft-animal-masterlist?source=share

Not mob!bucky but outlaw!bucky

(so he's still bad and strong. Genuinely my absolute favorite piece ever written about him)

https://www.tumblr.com/scrumptious-delusion/674445719298588672/treacherous?source=share

hopefully all the links work, as I couldnt make it a clickable link through asks

sharing these with everyone else as well. thank u so much anon <3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan imagine #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky x reader

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can anyone recommend me some really good mob!bucky x reader fics that are completed??? i’m in desperate need of them <3 can be on tumblr or ao3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky x reader

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Happily Ever After

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,7+

A/N: Bucky is a knight in shining armour. Please comment and let me know what you think!

But why did it feel so wrong?

Perhaps the real truth had always been there. The relationship was something that happened over the course of many years, mostly due to her mother’s and future mother-in-law’s meddling.

A soft knock was heard on the door and she turned around coming face to face with the culprit who had stolen her heart and who her soul belonged to.

Bucky Barnes was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the way he looked at her right now made her question all of the life choices that had led her to this moment.

He came closer to her, shaking his head as he took her in.

“Wow, doll,” he said in a whisper, his voice cracking and she swore she could see tears in his eyes.

“You look breathtaking,” he placed both of his hands on her cheek, making her look up at him.

She was right, his eyes were glossy, and seeing him so emotional made her own eyes start to tear up.

He whispered her name softly, as the first tear fell from her eyes.

“Don’t cry, it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Grasping onto his hands that still held her face.

“But why does it feel so wrong?”

He sighed as he placed his forehead on hers. They stood there for a while, completely in silence and taking in each other’s company.

“I’m going to wait for you in my car if you end up choosing to go against your family.”

Y/N opened her eyes at that, smiling at Bucky. They had had this same conversation two days ago.

“Bucky, you know I can’t do that.”

“Why? Why do you have to put everyone else’s happiness above your own? What about your happily ever after” He asked as he pulled at his hair, avoiding the smaller ones' gaze.

Y/N looked away from him, tears flowing easily now. He had a point, she knew it, but she couldn’t risk losing her family. Bucky was giving her a choice she could never accept.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Bucky looked at her then. He sighed and moved closer to her once more.

15 minutes later, Y/N was walking down the aisle, after having successfully fixed her makeup and removed any obvious signs of her breakdown.

No. Robert just looked.. Pleased.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Robert frowned, the guests gasped and her mother looked at her with a stern face, slowly shaking her head.

“Y/N, don’t do it.” Her mother voiced and she just grinned at everyone.

Y/N opened the door and quickly ran down the stairs, noticing the black SUV that Bucky drove. He was there like he’d promised.

The window rolled down and Bucky’s handsome face appeared.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked with a smirk, before leaning over the middle console and opening the door for her.

She sat in quickly, before looking behind her shoulder and seeing Robert and their mothers already running out of the church door.

“Go, go, go,” she yelled at him and he drove off before she could even buckle herself in. The car left the sidewalk just a second before Robert could reach her.

They sat in silence for a few seconds before both of them burst out laughing. She leaned back in her seat, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“God, that was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done,” she shook her head in disbelief looking over at Bucky, who was already looking at her.

“Where to next, princess?”

The whole world was upon her now, but there was only one place she could feel the happiest.

“Take me home, Buck,” she whispered and he gave her a funny look, not understanding why she’d want to go home out of all the possibilities.

“Your place,” she corrected herself and Bucky was speechless for a second before a wide grin set on his face.

“To home it is,” he said with a proud voice.

They had driven for 30 minutes until they finally arrived at Bucky’s cabin. It was a lovely place, perfect in size and a bit further from the city, that gave them the perfect amount of privacy.

Bridal-style.

He was smirking at her mischievously and Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s customary to carry the bride over the threshold after the wedding,” he said and she rolled her eyes ignoring the bubbling feeling inside, loving the feel of his arms around her.

“What wedding? I don’t remember attending a ceremony,” she chuckled and he tightened his grip on her.

“Well, you’re still wearing a wedding dress.”

Once inside, he lowered her to stand, but still left his hands lingering on her waist, holding her close.

“Can I finally kiss you?” She opened her eyes at his question, smiling at the man in front of her.

Her one true love.

“I was just about to ask you the same,” she admitted and the smile that appeared on his face could’ve lightened up the whole room.

“I love you, Y/N. Always have and always will.” He said against her lips with so much emotion that Y/N felt tears in her eyes again.

“You’re my happily ever after, Bucky. I love you.”

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this kiss was just the beginning of their wonderful fairytale together.

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