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Not a queen (10) FIN

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader x King!Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, pregnant reader, overprotective Nick, fluff

A/N: This last chapter will have similarities with the last chapter of Two kings.

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

<< Part 9

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

A queen walks along the hallways next to the king. Her head held high, and the heir of the kingdom safe under her heart.

Who would’ve thought that a maid, and woman barely able to make enough money to feed her cat would carry a crown one day?

“Mouse, it’s time,” Nick wraps his arm around your shoulders as he guides you along the endless hallway of the castle. “In a week, we must travel to our friends’ castle.”

“It’s time,” you whisper. Your blood runs cold imagining that you’ll lose one of your husbands. “I don’t want to leave the castle. Can we not hide?”

“We cannot, I’m afraid.”

“I know…still,” you stop in your tracks, sighing. Nick immediately checks on you. One hand cupping your cheek, the other your swollen belly. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. We meet up with friends. They are just like us,” Nick wraps you in his arms, whispering soothing words. “King Steve and King Andy are like us.”

“Maybe Y/N should stay here,” Bucky looks at your belly. “She’s pregnant and we shouldn’t put her in danger. If we take her with us, she’ll be part of this.”

“Steve and Andy’s wife will be there too,” Nick argues. “At this point in our plan, I will not leave Y/N alone. She’s in more danger without us.”

“I want to go with you,” you grab Bucky’s hand, lightly squeezing it. “I’m your wife and queen. If we are going to do this, we’ll do it together.”

Bucky cups your face to press a soft kiss on your lips. “You won’t leave our side the whole time. No wandering off to look at flowers or talk to the other wives.”

“I promise to stay with you all the time,” you return his kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. “Do we have time to…”

“Always,” Nick purrs in your ear. He presses his lips to your pulse point, nibbling at your skin. “Just relax, my queen. Your king will devour you…”

“Kings,” Bucky corrects. “But rest is true…”

The journey was exhausting and long. You want to stay with your husbands, but the doctor wants you to rest. Now you’re lying on a comfortable bed, covered by a soft blanket.

“I don’t like leaving you here, mouse,” Nick runs his hand over your head. “Bucky, can I not stay here? You can go to the meeting for me.”

“Brother, we must attend the get-together, you know that.” Bucky crouches down in front of the bed. He runs his hand over yours, gently patting it. “Can we leave you with the midwife for a few hours? She will report directly to us.”

“Go and talk to your friends and allies,” you softly say. “I feel a little better. I’m a little tired, is all. Please don’t miss the chance to talk to the others.”

“We should go. The others are waiting.”

Your husbands reluctantly leave you alone in the room. Three of their knights and a midwife will keep you safe while Nick and Bucky talk to their allies to find a way to turn this world into a better place.

“I wish I could check on Y/N,” Nick whispers as the room fills with their friends and allies. “I hope she’s alright.”

Bucky nods in agreement but tries to play it cool. “I know she is. I can feel it.”

The other royals, their wives, your husbands, and you are sitting around a large table at one of the many hidden rooms in the castle.

“We all came here to talk about the future,” King Steve gets up from his chair and raises his voice to silence the people in the room.

Tony tries to ensnare Steve and Tony’s wife, earning an eye roll from Bucky and a slap to his thigh from his wife. She seems to be a fiery and strong-willed woman. She even carries a sword like a knight.

“Tony, leave the queen alone,” his wife tuts. “She has more important things to worry about than your wandering eyes.”

“My sweet petal, I would never—” Tony grumbles as his wife looks away. She crosses her arms over her chest and clicks her tongue.

Bucky laughs as Tony’s wife punches her husband’s upper arm. 

“Stark, are we ready?” Nick asks. “Stop this nonsense and talk to us. We risked our lives coming here. If anyone finds us here all together we are done for.”

“NICK!” Andy grunts, He doesn’t want to worry his wife even more, “We are safe here. No one will rat us out. You know that.”

“So…are you married too, Bucky?” Steve’s wife asks. She tries to keep the men from fighting, and Bucky admires her for the way she seems to carry herself. Your Highness?”

“She’s at the chamber you offered to us,” Bucky replies. His features soften, and he gives the queen a soft smile. She’s…” he shakes his head. 

“Our wife is not feeling well. I’m sorry. She would’ve loved meeting you today,” Nick jumps in. “You see, you’re not the only one married to two men. Twins to be precise.”

“OH! WOW!” the queen clasps one hand over your mouth. “Sorry. I meant I’d love to meet her one day.”

“Gentlemen, maybe we should get back to the topic we wanted to discuss,” Steve clears his throat, and points toward the map pinned to the wall. 

“Right,” Dean, the eldest son of the kingdom of Lebanon says. He tries to keep his voice even, but his eyes give away that he’s terrified of the future. “As Nick said, we risked our lives coming here. If someone finds my brother alive…”

“We get it, Winchester,” Tony grunts. “You are all special because you have a brother.”

“Tony,” Andy sighs deeply. “Please. Did you and your father make any progress?” Andy gives Tony a sympathetic look. “We are all sorry for your loss, you know that.”

Nick tries to blend out the conversations going on. All he can think of is you, and the baby you carry. He’s wringing his hands, hoping to see you soon.

“Nick, you need to calm down,” Bucky whispers. “I know how you feel, but we must focus now.”

“Buck, Nick-“ Steve clears his throat. He understands that his friends worry about you, but there is no time to waste. “Please listen to Tony’s explanations. Tony, would you please tell us what you and your father found out?”

Tony gets up from his chair. His hand gently slides over his wife’s back as he walks toward the map. “My father and I tried to fix the mess the war brought upon us.”

“Did you succeed, Tony?” Andy gets impatient. He wants answers, not another Tony Stark monologue. “Fill us in.”

“It was a case of trial and error, Andy,” Tony tuts. “A little more patience would suit you much better.” He grins and turns his attention back toward the map. “What we did can only be described as magic.”

“Magic?” his wife rolls her eyes. She huffs and gets up from her chair to slap the back of Tony’s head. “We’ve got no time for this nonsense, Ton’s. Just get it over with.”

“Last night you told me I need to talk more,” he argues. “Before I silenced you with my…” he trails off. “Anyways. Back to your question, Andy.”

“Good,” Andy grumbles. “Please continue.”

“Could you all stop interrupting me?” Tony cocks a brow, and the room falls silent. “Father and I, we worked our asses off. If we want to survive this revolution, we need more than a good heart and bravery. We need an advantage.”

Bucky huffs in frustration. He’s tired of listening to Tony’s endless explanations. Mostly because he only understands half of the things Stark, and his father are talking about.

A knock on the door of the secret conference room causes all of the people gathering around the table to fall silent for a moment.

“Who’s that?” Nick jumps up, hand grabbing his sword as the door slowly opens. He releases a shuddery breath when you step inside the room. You shyly glance at Nick who immediately drops the sword to rush to her side.

“What’s the matter, flower?”

“You—we…it’s all over. They are here. King Rumlow, Pierce…they are coming for us. It’s an army, Nick. I think someone told them we are here…all of us,” you whimper before passing out on your husband. Nick catches your fall to carry you toward the table.

While Nick gently cradles his wife in his arms, his brother jumps up, knocking the chair over to get a huge bag he brought with him. “Fuck, I guess times up already.”

“Steve,” Andy jumps up to close the door and lock it. “Friends, allies…the day we all feared and hoped for came earlier than expected. We all can only hope we can withstand their attack.”

Tony walks toward the window, he opens it to glance outside only to see an army slowly approaching the castle. 

His heart somersaults, but he’s not afraid. He knew this day was coming. 

“Tony…” his wife softly says.

“I know,” he closes the window and turns back around. “Well, I guess they want to test their strength. Luckily I’m not unprepared.”

“A battle was the last resort, Tony. What are we going to do now?” Steve questions. He worriedly watches his wife step toward him with tears in her eyes. “Tony?”

“We won’t go down without fighting back. That’s what we are going to do, Steve,” Tony grins. 

“No more riddles or meaningless speeches,” Bucky warns. “Time is running out on us, and our plan just went down the drain.”

“Fear not,” Tony says. He gets a strange device out. One you only ever saw in history books. “If they want a war, I’ll bring it to them…”

The End...

This is it. The end of arc 2. I know, I’m evil. You will have to read the other arcs to get to know what Tony has up his sleeve… 😈

>> Arc 3

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The Cost of Kindness {2} || King!Bucky

Summary: Your wedding day looms but there's something sinister brewing in the castle and secrets come to light Warnings: 18+ only, soft!dark Bucky and his coerced marriage, assassination attempt WC: 4.2k

Bucky’s Masterlist || Part One

“How could you?” Your quiet question travelled across the long table that had only two place settings. “Why would you condemn me to this life?”

Your father looked up from the plates of delicacies he had only ever heard of and frowned at you. “I did what was best for you. You can have the life you deserve, my dear. It’s more than I could ever give you on the farm, more than any suitor in the market could offer.”

“Bullshit!” You hissed, dropping the silver spoon to the table as your appetite disappeared. “You took the money that was dangled in front of you like a carrot and a hare.”

“I did not raise you to use such language, young lady.” Your father sighed as he shook his head sadly. “You are going to be Queen consort tomorrow, act like it.”

“I don’t know how to act like a Queen if you haven’t noticed.” You huffed as you placed your elbows on the table and dropped your head in your hands. “I don’t belong here, papa.”

His eyes softened at the old endearment you would always use as a little girl and he pushed his chair out to walk around the ridiculously large table. “You have never shied away from a challenge my dear girl. Don’t start now. There’s so much good that you can do for our people, so long as you don’t let the glitz and the glamour distract you, or the caviar.”

You scrunched your nose up at the mention of the disgusting hors d'oeuvre that Bucky had encouraged you to try. “Of all the things I don’t understand here, caviar is at the top of the list. Politics is a close second.”

“You’re a clever woman, just like your mother was, and you will learn the intricacies of court life quickly I am sure.” He said as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "She would be so proud of you."

If only she were here, she would have all the answers. Her wisdom was something of a legend among the lower class and everyone had gone to her for advice, until she died suddenly. It still hurt to think about - never getting an answer as to why she was gone. One moment she was at her usual spot in the tavern, accepting coins for her knowledge, the next she collapsed and never woke up.

“Do you really think that?” You asked, wanting to hear the truth and not what he thought you needed to hear. “She didn’t exactly hold the royal family in high esteem.”

“She disapproved of their corruption and knew they should be held accountable for their actions. That is true.” He nodded. “But she always had hope for the next generation, hope that is very much alive through you.”

“No pressure or anything.” You muttered as the doors to the dining room opened and Bucky strolled in. 

Your father bowed his head to the King but Bucky waved it off with a smile and plucked a grape from the bowl on the table, popping it into his mouth. “Everything is set for tomorrow so we must celebrate.”

He caught the little bell before you could argue and rang it, a servant appearing from a hidden side door in an instant. You always jumped at the sudden sight as it seemed like they literally apparated from the walls around you with their tunnels that snaked through the palace. 

“A round of champagne.” James ordered with a smile, the servant bowing and disappearing back into the hidden door to retrieve a bottle of what was no doubt a fine vintage. “I trust your day has been well?”

Your lips twitched with a small smile, your father giving your shoulder a squeeze before going back to his seat. “It has been…busy. I swear Lady Danvers likes to prick me on purpose with that pesky needle of hers.”

Bucky chuckled as he took his seat beside you and placed his warm hand on yours. “Well, once you are Queen you will have full autonomy over selecting the ladies-in-waiting. Over all the staff I suppose, if you wish.”

You gulped at the idea of such a task, already dreading the responsibilities that were about to land on your shoulders. Thankfully the side door opened and the servant arrived with some much needed alcohol. You took the crystal glass with a smile and thanked the young man, even though you had been told numerous times by the Queen Mother that it was not ladylike. 

His smile faltered at your words and you frowned at the reaction to a simple thank you. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes, m’lady.” He stammered as he looked at the glass in your hand. “But, I must apologise, I think your champagne is flat. Let me get you another glass.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary.” You dismissed his offer, not wanting to trouble him especially when flat or not you didn’t enjoy the drink.

“I must insist.” He said urgently as he stepped forward, accidentally knocking the glass from your hand.

The liquid spilled across the fine china plate still full of your food you hadn’t been able to stomach as you jumped back as it began to hiss and steam. The seasonal vegetables began to dissolve before your eyes and your wide eyes flickered between your father and your betrothed. 

“This is the life you condemned me to.” Your father’s eyes turned down at your cold admission but Bucky was furious, rising from his chair and drawing his sword. “Buc- James, it is not his fault.”

“Get out of my way, doll.” James warned as you planted yourself between him and the servant. “This wretched slime tried to kill you.”

“No, he was trying to save my life.” You said before turning your back on the King. “You knew there was poison in my glass, didn’t you?”

He nodded timidly as he clasped his trembling hands together.

“Who tried to poison the would-be Queen?” James asked as he dashed around you, knocking the servant back against the wall and pressing the tip of his sword against his racing pulse. “Answer. Your. King.”

You tried to pull Bucky away but he was too strong. 

“It was your mother, your majesty.”

You stumbled back, almost knocking into your father who had rushed to your side, and Bucky dropped his sword as if it were molten lava in his hand. “You lie, my mother wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“She is known to do this whenever someone threatens the throne.” The servant admitted as he rubbed his neck.

“Why has no one told me this? Their King!” You flinched at the shout echoing around the room and Bucky took a calming breath as he saw your reaction. “Take your father to our room and wait for me there. I promise I will not let this go unpunished.”

Bucky curled his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest, his lips capturing yours so he could convey his apology and gratitude without words. You could taste the regret on his tongue, regret for believing his mother could accept you as his choice and regret that he let you come remotely close to dying. 

“I’m going to fix this.” He promised as he stepped away. “Go. Steven will be stationed outside the door.”

“You’ve been here almost a month, why try to kill you now?” Your father pondered aloud as he paced the extravagant room you had been sharing with Bucky since you moved to the palace. 

“Because I didn’t back down.” You muttered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “She’s been trying to make my life hell in court everyday but I’m so stubborn I held my ground. I guess she thought I would have run away from the castle before the wedding. Maybe I should.”

“Nonsense, this only goes to show why you are needed in the palace even more.” Your father argued, spinning around rather spritely for an old man as the door opened. 

Bucky looked exhausted with his eyes rimmed red and his shoulders hunched under the weight of his position. He crossed the room, pouring himself a tall drink from the wet bar before dropping heavily into the love seat that faced the balcony. He raised the glass to his lips but froze, sniffing at the alcohol before taking a sip. “It’s done.”

Your father tutted at the coldness in his tone and shook his head, disgust blatantly on display. “You killed your own mother?”

“No.” Bucky scoffed, tipping the drink back before wiping his lip and shattering the glass into the fireplace. “She is very much alive, but she probably wishes she were dead where she is going.”

“Maybe we should delay the wedding.” You said as you poured your betrothed another drink and took a seat beside him. “Let the drama settle down for a bit.”

“No, that would mean she won.” He sighed. “The wedding goes ahead as planned and the sooner we have an heir the safer we all will be.”

You had come to accept the wedding would be in your immediate future but you hadn’t expected the demand of an heir so quickly and certainly not in front of your father. Grabbing Bucky by the arm, you ignored the eyebrow he quirked up as you dragged him to the massive wardrobe and closed the door behind you. 

“If you wanted to get me alone, doll, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, placing his glass on the top of a drawer that held his impressive collection of silk ties. 

“Knock it off, Bucky.” You warned as you held your index finger up and poked him in the chest. “When were you going to tell me?”

“You knew the statute for me to keep the throne. A queen and an heir.”

“You also said we had time to learn to love each other.”

“We do, I know I’m already there and I hope you will soon too.” He said quietly as he cupped your cheeks gently and looked you in the eyes. “But the truth is we don’t need love to make an heir, so tomorrow night once we have celebrated what I’m sure will be long and happy marriage, we will retire here to our room and take the next step in securing my rightful place on the throne.”

“What if I say no?” You asked as you pulled away from his touch and crossed your arms defiantly.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He dared, stepping closer until your back pressed against the door. “Tell me you haven’t fantasised about me when we lay in our bed. Tell me this attraction hasn’t grown each day we are together. Go on.”

His eyes darted between yours as he waited for you to try and lie but there was no point. He could see your pupils dilating with every passing second, he could see your breasts swell with the heavy breaths you were taking in an attempt to slow your racing heart.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked. “I know this isn’t what you had planned but I do care about you and I care about your pleasure whether you believe it or not. I want you to be willing, I want you to enjoy our union and experience it completely. I want my name on your lips.”

His words were a whisper as he confessed his desire to the supple skin along your throat and a soft sigh fell from your parted lips. Heat was spreading across your skin and you placed your hands on his chest in an attempt to put space between you but the touch only ignited the wild fire raging in your body.

“Bucky…” You moaned as his lips connected with your collarbone, the trail of kisses making their way clear to your lips. “My father.”

He growled at the reminder of the company waiting in your room and he straightened up with the promise that this was not over. After taking a few deep breaths of his own, he opened the wardrobe door and stepped out as if you hadn’t been almost putty in his hands seconds earlier.

“I apologise for the chaotic evening Mr Y/L/N. I assure you tomorrow will go much smoother than this.” Bucky said with a grace that was expected of him. “Now I must insist my bride get her rest, it’s a big day tomorrow - for the entire kingdom.”

“I suppose you are right.” Your father mumbled, making his way over to you. “Don’t let the excitement keep you up all night.”

“I wouldn’t call it excitement, papa.” You whispered as you hugged him. “And I still do not forgive you.”

“I know, dear daughter.” He nodded sullenly. “But when you have children of your own you’ll understand. It sounds like it won’t be too far away.”

You pulled away at the reminder and pointed to the door. “Goodnight father.”

The toll of the bells above the royal cathedral rang out across the land, the call summoning the cityfolk to the streets. Already you could see the masses of people lined outside the palace gates from where you stood at the door to the balcony. Bucky had already left by the time you woke, a superstition rusing him to leave so he would not see your dress arrive with your ladies-in-waiting. 

Word had already spread across the palace and no doubt into the streets that the Queen Mother had been arrested and was held in the palace dungeons like a common thief. You could only imagine the animosity that would create with her loyal followers, anxiety creeping in at the likely thought of another assassination attempt. 

“Queen’s don’t frown.”

You turned to see the biting remark came from none other than Lady Danvers and said, “Until that crown is on my head I can frown as much as I like.”

The indignant glare she gave you was almost enough to put a smile on your face before she turned and left the room, her quiet words floating through the wooden door that closed behind her. “She’s ready, your majesty.”

You wanted Bucky to come in and quell your nerves with his charm, it was a weapon he was adept at wielding, but the heavy layers of satin and tulle were a reminder that you would see him very soon. 

You clutched your hands to your stomach that grumbled but you dared not touch the food that had been brought to the room in case it was poisoned. There was also the fact that you could hardly stomach anything with the nerves that sent your stomach somersaulting. 

“Y/N?” Bucky called softly through the door.

You walked over carefully in your heels, making sure they didn’t tangle in the long train that followed you and spotted his shadow beneath the bottom of the door. “I’m here.”

His sigh of relief left a light laugh tickling your throat. “You feared I escaped? After sitting through endless lessons in etiquette and royal protocol, I think not.”

“You continue to surprise me.” He chuckled just as quietly so you could almost pretend it was just the two of you alone. “Do you have everything you need?”

You knew there was one surefire way to calm the discontent in your mind. “I am missing a kiss, I don’t suppose you have one spare?”

His groan was followed by a small thump as he dropped his forehead to the door, wanting nothing more than to tear it open but it was bad luck. “If I could trust myself to keep my eyes closed I would give you one post-haste but my will is weak around you.”

“It wasn’t weak last night.” You reminded him, the way he stopped your body from curling against his under the cold blankets. 

“It would have been if I let you get any closer.” He chuckled. “There will be no such qualms after today, love.”

You sighed at the reminder, the blissful ignorance being wiped away yet again. This wasn’t all romance, you were a part of an equation that answered Bucky’s problem. 

“I should get going,” said Bucky. “Steve will be riding with me but there will be plenty of guards to protect you.”

“Okay,” you murmured before clearing your throat of the lump that had formed. “You’ll be the one with the big pointy hat and the golden rod right?”

His laugh filled the hall, echoed by Steve’s quieter snicker at the thought of the ancient Cardinal. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

The ladies-in-waiting finished your makeup and hair before leaving the room and making their way to the cathedral with the other guests. The silence of having the room to yourself was the most peace you had all day but it was broken by a small knock on the door, followed by your father popping his head in. 

“Oh, honey, you look beautiful.” He said with a trembling lip. “You look just like your mother.”

He stepped in the room and the door closed shut before a strange scraping sound grated your ears. 

“What was that?” He asked as he turned to test the door and found it wouldn’t budge. “What is going on? Hey, open this door!��� 

You took your own turn, tugging at the handles but they didn’t even wiggle. You looked at the clock above the fireplace and found there was only 30 minutes until your wedding was supposed to start. 

“I am not going to miss my own damn wedding.” You growled as you pulled the veil from your head so there was one less item to worry about and gathered your train up into your arms. “I didn’t want the fucking thing but I did not spend hours getting prodded and preened like a show dog to miss it.”

Your father laughed despite the situation and helped carry the armfull of material as you paced the room. “What’s the plan? There’s no way out of here except over the balcony but I wouldn’t suggest that as we are on the third floor.”

“That’s not true.” You muttered.

“No, we are definitely on the third floor, child.”

“No, not that.” You waved off his statement and began feeling the walls for any cracks. “There has to be another way out. The servants' halls. Aha!”

You felt a thin line between two panels of decorated wall opposite the bed. Bucky had no need to call a servant to his room and preferred to keep the room private but you knew there had to be a way for them to come should he have called. Pushing against the panel, it popped open and you found a narrow hall that ran between the bathroom and the wardrobe. 

“You clever girl.” Your father grinned proudly. “You are so much like your mother it's scary. She was meant to marry a royal too.”

“What?” You turned slowly, careful not to scuff your dress on the walls as you couldn’t see the state of them in the dim light. “What do you mean?”

“My darling, your mother grew up in a palace similar to this but she fell in love with a fool and ran away for a life on a farm. We always planned to tell you the truth when you got older but then she died. It didn’t seem important after that.”

“Not important!” You hissed. “If mama escaped this life, why would you sell me straight back to it?”

“She didn’t escape it. These elite are all the same, they would never accept me into the palace and your mother knew that. She chose me, she sacrificed this life for me and she might have still been alive today if she had stayed. I’m fixing her mistake.”

You turned your back on him, still stunned by admission, and put one foot in front of the other. “It might be all in vain if we don’t find a way out of this maze.”

You tried your best to remember the layout of the palace but it was huge and you hadn’t been there all that long. You assumed you were somewhere in the eastern wing when you quite literally bumped into a maid. 

“Your highness!” She gasped in surprise and quickly bowed her head. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Thank god, I need your help.” You begged before she nodded quickly. “I need to get to the stables without being seen.”

“Of course, your highness.” She curtsied and turned on her heels. “This way.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Bucky hissed after a guard whispered in his ear. “Find her!”

The cathedral was full and the bells had just fallen silent as the wedding was set to begin. Hurt punched Bucky harder than any wound he received fighting and he raced down the aisle and out to the streets lined with his people. The horse and carriage that was meant to deliver his bride sat empty at the bottom of the steps and whispers began to spread among the crowd.

He couldn’t believe you had escaped after the late nights spent getting to know each other, after he confessed his hopes and fears to you, after he imprisoned his mother to keep you safe. He really thought you would be there. He dropped to the step and hung his head in his hands without care for who saw their king shedding tears. It was more than just tears for you, it was tears for the entire kingdom because he was out of time to secure his throne.

Murmurs filled the streets until they grew to shouts and Bucky looked up from his polished shoes expecting to see the crowd angry at him, but they weren’t even looking in his direction. He peered down the street and his eyes widened at the sight.

To say the saddle was uncomfortable was an understatement. All the royal steeds had gone with their owners to the wedding and it was slim pickings even trying to find a horse that looked well enough to ride. The old girl you chose reminded you of your work horse, sturdy and reliant but certainly a little slow. There was no chance of making it to the cathedral on time but you were still going to try.

“Don’t wait for me!” Your father shouted from the donkey he had been left with, the gap increasing with each trot. “Take your rightful place!”

You waved back to him and dug your heels in, spurring her on as you tightened your grip on the reins. Your train billowed behind you, the tips of it no longer pure white but you were past caring about what state you turned up in, only that you made it.

Your pace never wavered as you hit the cobbled street the cathedral sat on and you noticed just how many people had filled the roadway, their cheers growing when they saw who it was on the horse. You scanned their faces, many were familiar to you from the market and you waved with a bright smile as you rode past.

You feared the wedding was cancelled as you spotted Bucky descending the steps and you tugged on the reins to pull the horse to a stop when you arrived at the base of them. His arms were already reaching for your waist and he lowered you to the ground before you threw your arms around his neck and stole the kiss you had been waiting all morning for.

“I thought you weren’t going to show.” He choked when you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Someone tried their best to make that happen.” You said as you looked over the crowd and saw your father’s donkey slowly catching up. “But I know where I belong and no one is going to stop me from taking it.”

Bucky nodded proudly and pulled you closer to capture his fiance’s lips one last time before they belonged to his wife and Queen. “Shall we?”

“I made it, I made it.” Your father puffed as if he had run the entire way. “Get inside dear boy, you’re not meant to be here and I’m not going to miss walking my daughter down the aisle.”

Bucky laughed as he let your hands fall from his and backed away, blowing a kiss before jogging up the stairs and disappearing inside.

“You know you just gave the King an order.” You pointed out as he straightened your train out and took your elbow.

“Those were just friendly words to my future son-in-law.” He shrugged, taking the first step closer to the doors as the organ began to echo out and turning his kind eyes towards you. “Unless you really do not want this, we can jump on old Bertha and see how far her little legs can carry us.”

“If you had asked me that a month ago, hell maybe even a week ago, I would have leapt at the offer.” You smiled sadly and shook your head. “I meant what I said papa. This is where I belong.”

#royal au #king!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction

[thornsnvultures]

All Hail the King

💖 fae king!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (no body descriptions but Bucky calls you his Queen)

🌸 a/n: title and inspo from @treatbuckywkisses beautiful moodboard! I loved it the moment I saw it earlier today and when I went to write this the words just kept coming out lol I hope you like it!! 🥺🥺🥺

✨️🌷🦋🌷✨️

Slowly blinking to adjust to the light streaming on your face, you opened your eyes. The world around you was much different than the one you had fallen asleep in just moments ago on your blanket at the park.

"What-Where am I?"

"There's my Queen," a deep, familiar voice rumbled to your left. "I was worried you had been left to the Mists."

You turned to the voice, to the man you had met just hours ago. Dressed in a lavish, princely get up and adorned with a crown stood a man who had not long ago introduced himself to you simply as "Bucky". He still looked well and good like a prince, but with the obvious addition of large, ornate, shimmering wings, he looked like a prince of the faeries.

"You have wings."

"That I do, sweetheart. Aren't they magnificent?"

They were. You wanted to reach out and touch but they looked like they were made of dew drops and pure sunlight; opalescent, like fresh rain on a red rose. You retreated your curious hand before you could sully his magnificence, ruin the dream and make it come untrue.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

He stepped closer to you and the bed of flora you were sat upon; a soft cushion of leaves and petals and grass of all kinds.

Bucky took your hand and lifted it to his lips. The crown perched atop his floof of hair shifted as his pink petal lips pressed ever so lightly on the back of your hand.

"I am Prince James Buchanan Barnes, Lord of the Fae. You, my sweet, are in my kingdom."

He kept your hand in his as your mind swam in confusion, trying to surface. It feels like that time when you were six, when you fell in the community pool and still didn't know how to get your feet under you.

"Your kingdom?"

It felt silly. A dream. Childish and strange.

But there was Bucky, grinning down at you like he was ready to show you everything, show you how he carried the world in the palm of his hand.

"Are you sure this isn't a dream?"

"I'm sure."

You took another look around you at the sprawling meadow. The green and the leaves, the colors and the scent of millions of flowers floating on the breeze, the lichen and its wet and cool softness.

You nod your head and match Bucky's grin, letting him pull you to your feet and into his waiting arms.

"Well then, my Queen. Let me show you your kingdom."

#💖💖💖 #bucky barnes fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #my fics #fae!bucky #king!bucky #faerie!bucky #fae!bucky barnes #king!bucky barnes #faerie au #king au

[iwannabesawtrapped]

just another day of calling big murder men "babygirl"

#doc ock #otto octavius #green goblin #norman osborn #harry osborn #erik killmonger #n’jadaka #frank castle #the punisher #matt murdock #daredevil #mcu namor #king namor #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel incorrect quotes

[angelltheninth]

Can I request MCU characters if you walked in on them msterbting?

Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers, King Valkyrie, Tony Stark, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, teasing, blushing, getting caught, being flustered, mutual masturbation, humping

A/N: Wanna try this format for the MCU writing, tell me if you like it.

KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor

Oh please feel free to take a seat and watch the show. There's no embarrassment in this at all, they missed you so much, they were so excited to get home to you from a mission and then you weren't even waiting for them. They couldn't wait either so they helped themselves with their hands, imagination and toys. Your favorite toys too.

STOPS DUE TO EMBARESSMENT - Sam, Shang-Chi, Peter

Your bed is already stained with his cum when he sees you at the door, watching him pumping his cock in his fist. Did you hear him moan your name just now? Oh shit. He... doesn't do this often, he normally has you but tonight he couldn't help himself, he needed release and needed it fast. Wait... you... oh. Your mouth? Yes, please.

WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate

There's nothing hotter then watching you get off while you watch them get off to you. They want your legs spread, your pussy and clit on full display, your nipples hard for them while they encourage you with their words and their own pleasure. Is that all you've got? No, they know you can do better, they've seen it, they've made you do better. Try to keep up yeah?

NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU - Bucky, Loki, Tony

Might have taken things into his own hands at first and was humping your pillow like a feral animal in heat but now that you're here he has something much better to sink his cock into. What's wrong? Don't try telling him you don't want it now, you can't keep your eyes off his dick. As you can tell he needs you bad, are you really gonna deny him this now when you're so wet too? He didn't think so either.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #sam wilson x reader #clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #carol danvers x reader #king valkyrie x reader #tony stark x reader #shang chi x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #marvel smut #mcu smut #x female reader

[buckrecs]

Hello! Do you perhaps have recommendations for Alpha!bucky?

Alpha!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes series #alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #dbf!bucky #king!bucky #bucky barnes royal au #king!bucky x princess!reader #chubby!bucky #soft!bucky

[darkangel1791]

One angle on Sebastian's smile

#sebastian stan #jefferson #chris peck #bucky barnes #steve kemp #that smile #prince jack benjamin #kings #once upon a time #ca:cw #infinity war #fresh #intaviews

[buckyalpine]

Yours to Claim

King!Bucky x reader

Warnings: angsty, SMUTT, flufff, Arranged marriage, virginity loss, marriage consummation, bit of bleeding, King Bucky is a sexy, loving, protective warning.

You stood in your new chambers, fidgeting with the lace of your dress, eyes flickering to the various pieces of art work that decorated the walls; moments earlier you had signed your life away to a man you had never met before in exchange for an alliance over war. 

A promise of peace if the two kingdoms united; an easy fix at no one’s expense. 

Except yours. 

You flinched at the sound of the door clicking shut, the king, and now your husband, silencing the hushed whispers on the other side before making his way over to you. Even if his advisors and servants were now quiet, you knew at least one would be lingering around the door way, listening.

Waiting.

You still hadn’t seen him properly, having kept your gaze down to mask the tears that had threatened to fall throughout the ceremony. To your surprise, he didn’t drag you to bed like you expected; instead he strode past and removed some of the many layers he wore for the ceremony before standing in front of you again. 

“I hope everything's been to your liking princess-” You were caught off guard with his question, your eyes flicking up, surprised to find soft blue ones looking down at you. “-and that you’ll be happy here” 

He cared about your happiness?

You nearly scoffed at the thought but his voice was sincere, not a hint of malice found. You hadn’t noticed before but he had a handsome face; a beautifully carved jaw under his his dark beard, delicately sharp nose, soft pink lips and if you looked for a moment to long, you’d get lost in his eyes. 

Shaking the thought away you focused back to the matter at hand. It had to happen one way or another. You agreed to this for your kingdom, there was no point in having second thoughts now.

“They’ll be expecting us to...” Your voice trailed off, glancing off to the side at the large bed that was set in the middle of the spacious room, soft silken sheets and thick lush pillows neatly arranged by the castle maids. You knew how this worked. Love and affection didn’t matter, your marriage wouldn’t be considered legitimate until...

And if you didn’t-

One day you were living your life, preparing for the day you’d have the throne and now you were here.

To be seen in a way no one else ever had.

Touched in places no one dared lay their hands on.

You were now his property. 

You tried to push the anxiety that started to claw at your mind, making your way over to the bed and sitting up right as you were taught, waiting for the man you were now tied to, to consummate the marriage. Your breath hitched as you felt the bed dip down beside you from where the king sat, surprised to feel his warm hand gently lay on top of yours, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“Princess we don’t have t-

“I want to” you tried to sound confident but your voice wavered, your breath hitching again when he tilted your chin to look at him, your eyes struggling to hold his gaze. 

“This is my kingdom” he said with a firmness that was not directed at you but rather towards the distain he had for the rules that had put you in such a position in the first place, “I’d never force you to do anything, princess” The slight growl in his voice made your heart skip a beat; yet again, there was only sincerity in his words.

However, it was far more complicated for you.  

You didn’t want to fail the very duties that had been instilled in you from the day you were born, not wanting the sacrifice you made for your family to go to in vain if anyone dared question the fulfilment of your wedding night. 

“I want this” You looked directly at him with confidence but your eyes gave away your vulnerability.

“Then I’ll make it good for you, pretty one” He murmured, the pulse in your veins quickening when his hands came to cup your cheek as he moved you to lay down on his bed. He carefully tugged at the ribbons of your corset, freeing you from the constricting garment and tossing it aside before slipping off the rest of your dress. You felt exposed, lying bare against the cool sheets while he undressed himself; you couldn’t help but glance over at his toned body as he discarded his own clothes, corded muscles running under tan skin, scars from battle decorating his body  

The worst was the scarring along his left shoulder, angry jagged lines running from his neck to his shoulder blade, some of the scars extending to his chest and arm. There were divots in his skin from where the cuts ran deeper than others. 

 It made him beautiful.

You looked away as his pants fell around his ankles leaving him in his all naked glory, feeling hot under his gaze. You instinctively squeezed tightly together, arms draped across your naked chest to cover your modesty. Your eyes were trained on the tapestry that was hung across the room, biting your lip when you felt him crawl onto the bed, kneeling before you, his knees on either side of your legs, bare skin touching yours. 

“You’re allowed to look, princess” The king smirked at your flustered state, “I belong to you just as much” 

You swallowed thickly, flicking your eyes back to him, involuntarily gripping the sheets finally seeing all of him from his long dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders, his frame broad and solid. A shiver ran down your spin as you continued to trail your eyes further down to his thick length, veins running along the shaft, curved towards him. 

You were confused  as he moved to lay down beside you, having expected him to lie on top instead but he didn’t; instead he kept his eyes locked with yours, moving your arm to uncover your breasts. You held your breath as he laid them aside, your nipples peaking against the cool air, still waiting for him to shove your legs apart and take what he wanted. 

“You’re sure, princess?” He whispered, his face by yours, letting his warm hand rest on your tensed stomach, humming when you hesitantly nodded. 

You bit a gasp as his fingers trailed down your body, coaxing your thighs apart, softly caressing the sensitive flesh as you tried to squeeze your legs together. He let out a soft chuckle, moving your thighs apart again, your eyes growing wide when his fingers dipped into your folds, smearing the slick that started to pool between your legs.

“I- you shouldn’t-” You didn’t understand what he was doing, your mind reeling when he moved his fingers close to where you were more sensitive, making it harder for you to control the noises that wanted to slip through. 

“I should know every part of my wife” He trailed his fingers back up, watching you intently, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk when he brushed over your swollen bundle of nerves, a gasp escaping you when he pressed his fingers tips against it, “Her most sacred places” 

Your breaths quickened, your walls quivering with need, a feeling you had never experienced before, already melting into the pleasure he was giving you. 

“I made a promise to take care of you” he started to rub soft circles around your clit, humming and the moan you tried to bite back, your lip caught between your teeth. He pulled his hand away from your soaked cunt, his thumb still glistening with your arousal tugging down on your lip making you gasp. 

“You don’t ever have to silence yourself with me princess” His voice dropped an octave, jaw clenched, the meaning behind his words deeper than wanting to hear how pretty you sounded as he pleasured you. He caressed down your body till he found your clit again, rubbing you with such care, building a steady rhythm that had all your nerves lit on fire. A coiling pleasure wound tighter and tighter with each stroke of his fingertips. 

“You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched” His hands had seen war, violence and bloodshed, scars and callouses evidence of his bravery and fierce loyalty to his kingdom. 

And now to you.

“Such softness deserves to be loved” he whispered, dipping his head down to your chest, taking your nipple between his lips, gently suckling while continuing to rub slow deliberate circles around your clit. “And worshipped” 

Your body moved on its own, your thighs spreading apart, giving him more access to you, your back arching off the bead, needy moans and whimpers filling the room as he switched to your other breast. 

“Ooh-it feels-mmphh-” You couldn’t formulate words, hands blindly gripping at the sheets, squirming as he rubbed faster, a fiery pleasure starting to crawl down your spine. You could feel his hard length press against your thigh, your fingers twitching to wrap around him and soothe the ache of his swollen cockhead, his pink tip wet and leaking. He noticed your gaze flick down before looking away, loving your sweet innocence. 

“You’re allowed to touch me, princess” He murmured against your cheek, taking your hand, trailing it between your bodies, moving it to wrap around his thick length. He moved your hand along his velvety shaft, his cock hard and throbbing against in your soft palm, “Every part of me is yours now too”  

You let out a whimper, hesitantly dragging your hand up and down, learning to build a rhythm he seemed to respond to, listening to the low grunts and groans he made when you twirled your hand around the tip before stroking all the way back down to the base. 

“Is-is this okay” Had he not been right beside you, he would have missed the whisper of your voice, a smile gracing is lips as you awaited his answer. 

“Of course, princess” James rubbed tighter circles around you, determined to get you make you shatter in pleasure before taking you apart all for himself, wanting every intimate moment you spent with him pure bliss for you. You signed your life to him; he was going to cherish that in every way possible.  

“oh-please-p-please!” Your eyes rolled back, your clit swelling as warmth began to spread throughout your body, the coil ready to snap, just a bit more- “Please-” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, your body chasing the building pressure that was holding you right over the edge. You found yourself tugging and stroking him faster, coaxing him to move closer, guiding him to where you needed him most, your cunt clenching, making a mess all over the sheets. His hips rutted in your hand as he slotted himself between your legs, keeping his body weight off you, propped on one arm as he lay above you. 

“Please?” Your eyes were glassy, skin hot, a concoction of nervousness, excitement, lust and desire coursing through you as you moved your hands to grip onto his thick shoulders. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” His hand softly petted your hair, eyes swimming with concern, the blunt tip of his cock throbbing against your leaking cunt.

“Take me” you whispered, feeling your heart rate quicken when he reached down between your bodies to line himself up, pressing against your entrance. You whimpered, letting your nails dig into his skin at the burn, feeling his the tip of his cock push into you, stretching your tight cunt apart. 

“Shhhhh” He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pushed in further, trailing kisses down your nose to your lips, your grip nearly breaking the skin on his back. “I won’t hurt you princess”  

You could feel his back muscles tense, focused on filling you slowly, finally joining together in a way that made you husband and wife.

“J-James” You didn’t even consider that you’d called him by his named instead of title, too lost in the feeling of him claiming you, hot pain and pleasure radiating through your body at the foreign sensation. 

“I know, I know” he nodded against your neck, his cock splitting you open further, wider at the base. “Breathe, breathe, I have you” He could feel your pussy flutter and squeeze his length, trying to accommodate for his girth. He pulled away from your neck to brush the hairs that clung to your forehead, his thumb gently smoothing the crease between your brows. 

“Look at me princess” he whispered against your lips as your cracked your eyes open, the sting slowly melting when you got lost under his blue gaze. He kissed your temple, lips pressed against your skin, your own nails clawing into his back as he fully sheathed himself inside you. 

“May I?” He asked, giving you time to adjust to the feeling, only beginning to slowly rock his hips when you nodded, your legs moving to wrap around his waist, thighs squeezing his tapered waist. 

“Feels-good” You let out a breathy moan, your legs trembling as he barely pulled out, pressing his cock in as deep as it would go, pushing you into the mattress. You clung around his body as he let his weight drop on you, keeping you covered under him while moving faster, his hand coming to lace with yours. 

“So good to me” He rasped, squeezing your hands in his, moaning when he felt your pussy pull him right back in every time he pulled away. It was like you were made for him, every curve and dip of your body molded perfectly with his, your tight wet heat swallowing him entirely, taking every inch he was willing to give you. “You’re mine now”

“No one’s ever going to hurt you princess” His eyes hardened making your cheeks heat up under his protective gaze, dark hair falling around you in a curtain of intimacy. Your family may have married you off to bring peace to the land but he was not going to use that to his advantage to use you. He would take care of you and treat you like the queen you were, protecting his newest most prized treasure.  You mewled against his lips, a stray tear slipping past your eyes, his lips kissing them away, a stark contrast to the way his cock was hitting deeper in your cunt, kissing your cervix as he fucked into you. 

“I promise” he kissed your wrist, before pinning it against the mattress beside your head, thrusting faster, your moans loud enough to let the next kingdom over know you were at your husbands complete mercy in the most intimate and primal way possible.  

“James-James-please-I” Your chest was pressed against his, eyes pleading for your release. He groaned, angling his hips to rub sensitive spot deep inside you making you see stars, spots starting to cloud your vision, the band ready to snap again. He panted, working his hips faster, rolling them, coaxing you further and further to the edge. He could feel his own orgasm ready to burst, gritting his teeth, determined to take care of yourself before giving into his own. 

“Let go my princess, let go for me, I have you” 

“JAMESS” 

He held you tightly as you fell apart on his cock, moaning at the sting of your nails dragging down his body. Your cunt milked and squeezed him, desperate for him to give you everything drop he had. He wrapped his arms around your body, tucking his face against your neck, sinking his teeth into your soft flesh, unable to hold back when he felt your hands card through his hair, softly grazing his scalp before giving it a gentle tug. 

“Let-let go for me” You whispered softly in his ear, wanting him to know you accepted him just as much as he accepted you, needing him to understand you saw him as your husband, not just your king. “My James” 

“My princess” He groaned against your skin, pushing himself as deep as your body would allow, hot spurts of his seed filling you till it dripped onto the sheets. He continued to softly rut into you, riding through both your highs until he was spent, his cock beginning to soften inside you. 

“I have you, I have you angel” He whispered, rubbing up and down your back, his nose buried in your hair, kissing down the column of your neck to your shoulders. “Do you feel alright” 

You whimpered at the loss of him as he pulled out, a dull soreness beginning to settle between your legs. Your eyes grew wide at the dots of red that stained the sheets, pouting when you felt a loss of warmth as your husband sat up. 

“Lie down angel” He cooed, moving you to lay on his side of the bed and tucking you under the plush sheet before swinging his long legs to the edge of the bed. You reached out for him, your fingers softly grasping at his wrist, wanting to feel him hold you when you felt so vulnerable. 

“But-”

“I’m going to take care of your princess. I told you, you’re mine now. Mine to care for” He made his way over to the water that was set aside in the room, dipping a clean cloth to dampen it before making his way back over to you. He carefully wiped you down, between sweet words of how he’d forever put you first, a vow he made when he agreed to marry you. He wiped away the tears that spilled down your cheeks before getting up again to toss away the cloth. 

He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, his skin now decorated with new marks left by you, a proud smirk gracing his lips, happy to add a scar, this battle being his favorite one of all. 

The one to your heart. 

One he’d have to earn with patience and love, this night being the first of many. 

“The sheets-” You blinked up at him as he slipped between the covers, pulling you to his chest, cocooning you in his warmth. 

“Will be for my eyes only” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, deciding he’d only allow your ladies in waiting to ever enter the chambers, ones that were loyal to you and that you trusted. “You’ll be safe with me” 

You relaxed in his hold, closing your eyes and falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart, the anxieties that clawed at your chest disappearing into the night, your heart melting for the man you now were honored to call yours. 

The king.

Your James. 

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[massivespacewren]

Some Bucky/Tony medieval fantasy knight and king AU. Also inspired by 616 Bucky’s current costume, because pretty cloak! Bucky is all professional in public, but when they’re alone, he doesn’t like keeping his hands off Tony (who very much appreciates that).

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[ultralightpoe]

Power- Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: The last and final part to the avoidance series, I dragged this series out of my drafts and tbh have always hated how it ended which is why I never posted it.

Word Count: 3496

Warnings: Shitty writing, like I hated how I wrote this part.

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Part One - - Part Two - - Part Three

(Thank you for the gif @unearthlydust )

Enjoy!

You weren’t you.

It was something Bucky had to remind himself everytime he saw you, the voice that eased himself down everytime you dashed to hide by Steve.

You looked like you, your hair a bit longer and your eyes green from the amount of power the main difference, but the physique was all yours, the very same once he had memorized after countless sleepovers with you.

But there was something unexpected about you now, that graceful stillness he had never seen you have.

Since the moment he met you it had been a whirlwind of clumsiness. Tripping, falling, dropping things and hitting your head on just about everything. At some point in the friendship he had learned how to move with you, reaching a hand over you to block you from hitting a cabinet as you stood straight or just catching you with his metal arm around your hip when you slipped on an ice sheet.

But now, you moved with an unnatural grace, keeping a hand on Steve at all times as he lead you around the kitchen to make breakfast and Bucky could do nothing but watch from his spot on the counter top, Sam seated next to him. No one said a word, and the room held a tense atmosphere as Bucky noted every single movement you made.

The graceful ease of you backing up so Steve could grab the flour, and the sheer warmth in your smile as Steve smiles down at you, his eyes gleaming. Bucky was going to kill him, what a piece of-

“I love pancakes.” You laugh, pulling Bucky out of his thoughts as he realized Sam had asked you a question.

Steve watches you carefully as he starts pouring the pancake batter, watching how you interact with Sam in this moment.

“I don’t doubt you do. You know, Buck right here showed me this really cool diner that his friend showed him. They have pancake night every Tuesday.” Sam smiles, and Bucky notes the way Steve tenses up but he can’t tear his eyes from you.

“Buck….” It’s like you’re testing the name on your tongue, something dimming in your eyes as your head tilts, like you were trying to picture something. Like the memories were struggling to surface.

Panic lunges at him as he realizes he might be able to make you remember, that chord tied to his ribs and chest tugging a bit. “Actually you showed me! We go there every week for pancake night and rate the flavor of the week, Doll.”

“Doll.” You repeat, nothing more than a breathy whisper that has Steve tensing.

Nothing happens at first, and Bucky waits with a baited breath, until the plant on the fridge lunges out and all hell breaks loose.

The pot the plant was held in shatters once all the roots burst from it and Bucky moves to block you but Steve is already there, wrapping his body around you as the vines cover every surface of the room. They bend and snap at anything in their way, and though Bucky reaches for you once more Sam pulls him back with a newfound strength, making sure he didn’t get in the vines path.

Steve murmurs something, and Bucky has to tilt his head to hear the next few words, chest tightening. “I just need you to breathe, okay doll?”

Doll. That fucking called you doll. He watches as you mouth the word, your eyebrows pinching for a moment before your face goes into one of ease and you close your eyes, breathing in and the vines stop their path of destruction.

“I’m tired.” You mumble, a small dot of red coming from your nose that’s got Bucky all but snarling when Steve reaches to wipe the blood away and kiss your forehead.

“Let’s get you to your room then? Okay?” He whispers, leading you away softly as Bucky struggles against Sams hold.

When has Sam ever been able to hold him?

As if realizing the change too Sam let’s go quickly, eyes traveling his arms while Bucky blinks too.

“What the fuck?!” Tony snaps, looking at the mess of the kitchen. “Alright. Team meeting now. Everyone but her!”

-

The room was filled with that same quiet tension, everyone sat around the table as Tony prepped for the meeting, the second everyone was ready the table lit up with footage.

“Starting from the top, we found plant princess a week ago and I’m sure you’ve all already noticed that something is off.” Tony starts, making Bruce snort. “Over the past week we have had her come in for some testing to see what might be going on,”

The footage on the screen shows you sitting in a chair with Wanda talking to you, hooked up to tons of different devices.

“You ran testing on her?” Bucky snaps, whirling to Steve. “You let them test on her?”

“I was in the room the whole time.” Steve sighs back, eyes not leaving the footage.

“What we can figure out is that she’s gone on a full mental block, the amount of energy that her powers are taking up has wrapped her in a blanket of sorts.” Bruce explains. “The last time we found her it was the same, it’s like the power beneath her skin is a moving breathing creature that needs to protect them.”

“She’s never said that before….” Nat mumbles, eyes showing nothing but shock.

“Well she’s almost always been able to control it. Her and the power working together at her will. But when we originally found her things weren’t the same.”

Bucky had talked to you a bit about life back then, but neither of you got into gruesome details. There was always a line that you both had drawn to keep from heading back to the dark place.

“She never told you about anything regarding this?” Nat asks him.

“We talked about most things, but there were things we didn’t talk about. There were boundaries for both of us.” Bucky shrugged, not liking the way Nat was looking at him. “We had boundaries, believe it or not.”

She merely blinked at him before whipping her head away.

“I hadn’t known that Stevie was the one to find her.” Bucky snips, enjoying the way Steves jaw tenses as his fists clench.

“We found that Cornell, one of the scientists left from the war- or well his son- had taken up his fathers assignment and had been experimenting on people. When we breached the compound we found….. her. Wrapped up in vines just to keep warm, looking wild and hiding from us. She was terrified,” steve explains. “I was the first person to talk to her. She kind of clung to me after that.”

“Clung?” Nat asks.

Steve shrugs. “We became best friends. Until….”

He doesn’t have to say it, no one in the room has to say it. Until Bucky.

Bucky never realized that he had stolen you from Steve. Had never cared..,… and he doesn’t care now. “So what can I do to help her.”

“Right now? Don’t push the process. That might have been what triggered her outbreak today, she dug for the memories and the power leeched.” Tony sighs.

“So…”

“So, Tin Man, you need to keep your distance for a bit.” Tony snaps.

“What?! No!”

“Oh come on Buck. I figure this would be the easiest task for you.” Steve snipes and Bucky all but lunges across the table.

Bullshit. He would not. Everyone nods, agreeing that Bucky will stay away. He. Does. Not.

-

Is it a shock that the very next day Bucky goes out of his way to find you? No.

He finds you sitting in a window seat, letting the sunlight hit your skin as you keep your eyes closed from the warmth. There is no one near you, surprising since Nat and Steve had been hovering around you since they brought you back, and he takes his chance while he can.

Even if you don’t remember him he just wants to hear your voice.

“Hey.” He whispers, moving closer but not enough to crowd you as you open your eyes. “Mind if I…..”

He points with his flesh hand to the spot across from you and you pull your legs in to give him room so that he may sit, a smile gracing his features as the sun warms him up instantly.

“You like this spot?”

“It’s the only quiet place here.” You mumble, shrugging.

“Quiet?”

“I can hear pain.”

“I’m sorry?” He blurts, head tilting as he stares at you, heart thundering.

“It’s…. Right here.” You bring your finger up and press it lightly in the center of his forehead. “Beating against everything, whispering where everyone is hurt.”

“It tells you where everyone is hurt?” He whispers, his voice not strong enough to speak any louder.

You don’t answer him at first, but you slide your finger down the side of this face to his neck and once you get to his chest you add more fingers until your full hand is pressing against his chest, right over his heart.

“You hurt here.” You murmur, your eyes glowing a bright green. “But I can’t fix it….”

“It’s not your job to fix it.” He smiles lightly. “But I can promise ya that you being here helps.”

“You talk like I know you.”

“Don’t you?” And there it is again, that unnatural grace as you quirk your head to the side and your eyebrows pinch together.

You get that foggy look, like you can almost see him, before you’re snapping your hand back. “You were mad.”

“No.” He croaks, pain flooding his chest. He didn’t want you to remember him that way, didn’t want you to think he was mad those last couple days. “I was never-“

“Hey.” Nat snaps, and you sit ramrod straight, backing away from Bucky. “Bucky you’re wanted in the training rooms.”

“Not right now Nat.”

“Bucky-“

“Not. Right. Now.” He snaps, but it’s too late, Steve is coming around the corner with wide eyes until they land on you.

“I was looking for you, you said you wanted to tour the med center.” And just like that you are gone, following Steve down to the med area that you had made for the general public.

-

It isn’t long until the blue eyed brunette finds you again, the pull on your rib cage drawing your attention to the door where he slowly enters.

You had spent 4 hours in the med bay, Steve having to leave you a little while ago to help with an issue, and you had taken to helping out people who came in. There was something natural about this, like you had done it every day. But you had no recollection of it.

Just like the man with the metal arm, you felt like you knew him, every inch and emotion of him. But he was still nowhere in your memory.

When he spots you his eyes widen a bit before he is making his way over, something clutched in his hand as the girl in front of you prays under her breath before hopping down and rushing to tell her mother what you did.

“Are you okay?” The stranger asks, flesh hand reaching out to touch your cheek as you try to blink away some of the light in your eyes.

The girls mother sobs loudly, and both of them are rushing back to thank you, but you had no clue why. Where had they come from?

The stranger keeps a hand on your shoulder as you blink at them, your body set aflame as they both begin praying again.

“Where am I?” Where am I? Where am I? Where am I. “Is Cornell coming?”

“Okay. I think that’s enough for today.” The stranger mumbles, his tone filled with panic and fear as his hand slides down to grab your arm, pulling it back with a hiss of pain as just the touch burns him. “Wait. No. Focus.”

Who is he talking to?

Where were you?

“Hey. Can you hear me?” A voice sounds out and you try to find it. Who was talking? What was that feeling?

It hurt, something was hurting you. Burning. You were burning from the inside out.

“Clear everyone out!” A new voice calls as something wraps around you tightly, crushing you tightly to pick you up.

There was so much light and so much pain.

You couldn’t see anything, and soon enough the ringing in your ears started.

-

“GET THE SHOWER STARTED!” Bucky yells, keeping you clutched to his chest as you burn through his tactical suit, eyes glowing brightly while blood pours from your nose.

“That doesn’t look good man.” Sam grunts, helping lead the way to the locker rooms as Bucky carries you in his arms, breathing out as he tries not to focus on the burning.

“Just get the shower started.” He grunts in pain, panic coating his body and his mouth going dry.

The second Sam has the water running he is reaching for the next nozzle, going around the shower section until every single shower was running with cold water, Bucky kneeling in the center with cradled in his arms.

Within seconds you’re both drenched, and the water hits your skin with a hiss before it begins steaming around you, but slowly your body begins to cool down.

He doesn’t know how long he sits with you under all the showers, laying you across his thighs so he can cradle your head closer and wipe away some of the blood that had poured from your nose.

“Buck.” Someone calls, but he can’t drag his eyes away from you, right as you’re cracking your eyes open.

“It hurts.” You whimper, and his heart all but shatters.

“I’m sorry Doll.” He whispers back, leaning to press his forehead against yours. He feels your hand reach up, shaking from exhaustion as you press it to his chest, right over his heart.

“I can feel your pai-“

“Don’t focus on that right now.” He orders gently. “Focus on something else.”

“They’re all in pain-“

“No no no. Think about pancakes, yeah? Or maybe that book that’s coming out? You remember? You all but dragged me to the book signing the last time one came out.” He tries to smile down at you, keeping you lifted enough so your foreheads stay pressed together. “Think about ice skating or ornaments on a tree.”

“It’s raining.” You blurt, body coiling closer to his. He is confused at first, then realizes that you must be confusing the heavy water falling on you as rain. “I don’t like the rain.”

“I know. I know.” He murmurs, holding you closer. “I’ve got ya Doll. Ain’t gonna let anything happen to ya,”

“Buck.” You sob, eyes closing. “I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” His chest felt so tight, and tears were beginning to fall from his eyes onto your cheeks. “I’m sorry. You want Steve?”

“Bucky.” You sob again, the hand that was covering his heart clenching into what was left of his leather jacket from his tactical gear.

“I’m here. I’m here. What do you need?” God just help her. Find a way to help her please. Anything anything anything.

“I can’t stop it.” Your eyes open again, once again glowing brightly, so much so that he has to close his own from how bright they are. But he keeps his arms wrapped around you, tight. “Buck, it’s-“

There a feeling in his own chest, expanding and expanding and expanding, he feels like his lungs are constricting and every molecule in his body is about to burst. He’s sure it’s what you’re feeling right now I’m tenfold so he merely pulls you as tight as he can.

“Let go. You gotta let go doll.” He breathes out, eyes still slammed shut as he grunts out as your skin starts heating again.

“Not with you-“ you sob. “Go!”

“No. I can take it doll. I’m not leaving.” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to your cheek, no matter how much it burns. “I swore to never leave you again.”

It’s then he realizes that you had been speaking to him, you had remembered him and it all makes sense. That blanket of protection you had formed for yourself wasn’t a cocoon from memories. It was keeping this power trapped in tight, your emotions connected to it.

“I can take it. Just let go.”

You scream, pure pain and torture sounding as your body heats even more. There’s a loud shout of both your names, the flash of red white and blue nearby and a dash of red hair lunging to the man holding the shield.

Buckys body freezes up and he keeps you held tight as you unleash that power, finally letting everything you had bottled up go.

He feels nothing but pain, heat and burning the main source. All his bones felt like they were breaking and his heart squeezed in his chest, but he kept his hold on you. Even as he succumbed to the pain and the darkness consumed him.

-

You wake up in your own bed, tucked tightly into a roll of blankets like a worm, body aching. When you struggle to sit up a hand reaches out to help you, sturdy on your side as you blink in the afternoon sunlight.

“Hey there.” The voice is calm, but there is a small hint of panic laced into it. And you already know that Bucky was doing his best to play cool.

“I hurt.” You mumble, closing your eyes and trying to relax your body once more since the pain was just a little too much.

It’s silent for a moment and you’re close to passing back out before there is something pressed to your lips, and immediately your drinking water as Bucky helps you gulp it down.

“Easy.” He mumbles, hissing in pain at the movement on his ribs. You stop drinking finally, gasping for air as he takes the cup away and means to put it on the nightstand, you lay flat, pain in your back splintering.

“I’m sorry.”

“We’ll talk about it all later.” He sighs, flesh hand sliding to find your own as you both succumb to the darkness once more.

-

He awakes with you wrapped in his arms, and he already knows he’s still tense, serum or not your power had done a number on him.

You were still sleeping, curled tight in his arms and your fists clenched in his shirt as everything began focusing in his head.

He had originally woken up in the hospital, body immediately jolting and searching for you as Steve and Sam tried holding him down.

It had taken all but 30 minutes for him to get to where they were keeping you, hanging from Steve and Sam’s arms as they dragged him through the halls.

Your temps were normal, and you were going in and out of consciousness, it was decided that once Bucky was released you would be too. Only you would be taken to your room so you could sleep off some of the powers shock to your system.

Bucky himself had carried you to your room, pain or not, and when he had tried to leave you merely kept ahold of him. He had been with you since.

There is clanking in the kitchen beyond your door and he already knows the team is probably about to bombard you both like mother hens.

“I can hear your heart.” You mumble, voice cracking as you’re just waking up, keeping your ear pressed to his chest l. “It’s really slow.”

“I’m relaxed.” He mumbles back, trying to blink back some of the grogginess. “What was that?”

“A breakdown.”

“Obviously.” He laughs, his sides aching as he does so. “Have you been holding onto all that power this entire time?”

“Yeah. It’s easier to control without stress.” You explain, struggling to sit up. “And lately I’ve been-“

“Cause of me.”

“No…..” you lie, blinking. “Well yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” He sighs, trying to sit up with you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder. “I just….”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I….. I could feel everyone’s pain, and yours was right there.”

“So you know I was avoiding you because-“

“Yes.”

“And you know I -“

“Yes. James.” You smile. “And just for the record, I love you too.”

A smile breaks out on his own face, leaning closer to you as he inhales. “We need to find a better outlet for your power. Because that was terrifying.”

He missed your shoulder then, before leaning to kiss your lips passionately. He would find a way to keep you with him, forever.

-

That outlet became a garden….. more like your very own rainforest.

Any time you felt that power rush up you went there, and just released it to the earth.

(I never posted this series when I originally wrote it awhile ago because I hated the ending. Still do hate it)

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[bean-bean2000]

The Maid - Part 3

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Thank you and enjoy!

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You return to the maid's quarters, shaking in disbelief at your interaction with the king.

I just lied to his face. I'm such an idiot. Will he change his mind and punish me? Why was he so nice to me if he sends his guards to beat me almost daily? Why did he look concerned when he saw my injuries? Is this some cruel manipulative twisted joke so he can trap me into trusting him, just so he can rip my trust for him into pieces? To finally break me like the guards say they will?

Your mind is racing; confused, angry, hurt. You say nothing to the other maids when you return to your cot. If they are to know you spoke to the king, rumours will spread.

You decide you can't risk it, you have to request a change of duties.

You rush to the man in charge of separating the help's duties amongst the castle.

You bow your head and curtsy when you approach him "Good evening, sir. I am here to place a request, if possible." you say quietly, staring at the floor.

He says nothing so you decide to continue "I would like to change duties. I believe the king is no longer fond of my work, nor my presence and think a change would be best to appease his anger."

"Very well. I doubt he will notice the change anyway. You are quiet and forgettable. You will be placed on the rotation team. You will work multiple different duties at my discretion. You may leave now." he says to you coldly.

You thank him quckly and return to your chambers.

He's right. He won't even notice I'm gone. This is for the best, I must avoid him at all costs to stay alive. Stay quiet, do as they say and stay small. It's the only way I'll survive.

Over the next two weeks you successfully avoid all contact with the king. You're continuously rotating duties from maid, to kitchen staff, to laundry and you're body is aching from the physical exertion. The abuse from the guards subdued but did not stop from the Snake. He would search for you exclusively and insist it was at kings personal request. He did everything he could to try to break you, but you repeated the same words "Never". Sometimes you would fight back and other times you would simply take it so it could be over with faster, but one thing you made sure of is that he never touched you. You would go feral at the mention of it.

Yesterday, the Snake went too far and tried holding you down to 'teach you a lesson', you screamed and swung your hands as you scratched his face from his eyebrow to his lip so deeply he was bleeding profusely all over his bedroom floor. You took your upper hand to your advantage and threatened him " I can take your abuse, you will not break me and I will die before I let you touch me. Next time, I will scratch your eyes out." you hissed at him. He screamed for the other guards as he swung at you but you side stepped and tried running out but was caught by the other guards.

"Now, you will see what the king truly thinks of you once he discovers what you've done, witch. He will not be as merciful as I was. Bring her to the dungeons." he spits at you as you're dragged away.

You're thrown to the damp stone floor covered in hay, scratching your palms and knees as you roll on the floor.

"This is where you belong, witch." One of them says as the door locks behind you.

You hear their laughter fade as they walk away. The cell is disgustingly dirty, there is only a small space with bars that acts as a window. Besides the moonlight, you're left in complete darkness, the only sound to occupy your mind is the squeaks of the mice running around. You bring your knees to your chest and begin crying "What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he wanted? I wouldn't be here... At least I would have a chance at life... now I'm as good as dead" you cry to yourself.

The next day you're woken abruptly and dragged outside. Your hand are tied to a post and they rip open the back of your shirt.

Your heart races as you realize what is happening. You hear the Snake laugh and then the searing pain of the whip across your back.

You scream out in pain and dig your nails into the post to ground yourself.

"So the whore can scream afterall. Let's see how loud she can be. You've been holding out on me." the Snake mocks you.

This continued 10 times. For everyday the nurse said he would need to heal from the wound you created in his eye.

They drag you away and throw you back onto the dungeon floor. Bleeding profusely from your back, unable to move from the pain, you curly yourself into a ball and beg for death to take you.

You awake to a nurse tending to your back. You both stay quiet as she puts the familiar balm to your back and wraps your wounds to prevent infection.

Two days pass, no guards have come to bring you food or water. You're famished and parched. Your back is in continuous searing pain, your breathing has become more shallow every day. You're in such pain, you try to force yourself to sleep to avoid the pain. Eventually, you pass out. You're awakened by the sound of a crow squawking and the sun shining on you.

You look up and see the bird standing at the makeshift window, in between the bars. It crows a few times before turning around and flying away.

Even the birds don't want to be near me.

You hear heavy footsteps approach your cell when the Snake opens the door "Learned you lesson yet, witch? Get up, you reek. Bathe and get ready for work tomorrow. Maybe this will make you think twice before fighting me." he sneers at you.

You struggle to get up so he grabs you by the arm and yanks you to your feet making you shriek in pain from the deep cuts in your back.

"Shut up, harlot. Get out of my face." he spits at you.

You slowly walk out of the dungeons and back to the maids quarters. You're so weak, you collapse on your cot and pass out when you arrive.

🧹🧹🧹

You awoke before dawn, bathing to ease the pain. The nurse helps apply the balm to your back and wrap the wounds once more. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your left eye is severely bruised, you look exhausted and in pain.

Today you're placed on kitchen duty. You're slowly walking to the kitchen, when you see a crow fly overhead and land nearby on a statue.

A crow, again? ... Is it staring at me?

You shake your head in dismissal and you near the kitchen. You were to prep everything for the breakfast run before the cooks arrived.

You were deep in thought and humming to yourself while cutting vegetables and boiling some water to make yourself a coffee that you didn't notice somebody walk in behind you.

"Where have you been?" a familiar voice cuts through the silence. You yelp in surprise and cut your finger with the knife. You hiss in pain and rush to place a towel over it to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry darling, l keep frightening you." He approaches you but you back up in fear, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You groan out loud at the pain from your back hitting the counter. He stops and looks at you with hurt and confusion.

You keep your down "It's okay your highness. I'm fine." you say quietly.

He sighs "I've been looking for you."

Your eyes widen at that statement. Oh my god, he's going to kill me, just like the Snake said he would.

"Why were you replaced as my maid? I made no such request. I was very content with your work. Are you avoiding your king?" he presses on.

"Your highness, please. I will do as he says. I will not fight him next time. I beg you to please forgive me and spare my life. I was stupid, it was done in fear. I will never do it again!" you beg, your eyes brimming with tears. You're shaking, straining to breathe properly with the pain coursing through your entire body.

"What none sense do you speak of? Where were you?." he asks again, more urgently. It sounded more like a command than a question.

You bite your lip hard, making it bleed.

"My king...I don't... you ordered the guards..." you're unable to form a sentence through the fear shaking through you.

His eyes narrow and he inspects you and tries to make sense of the words you're hiccuping out.

"Who did I order to do what?" he asks you, his voice rising with anger.

I can't tell him. This is a trick. It was his orders. He knows, he wants to see if I will question his orders.

You take in a deep breath and steady yourself, stopping the tears from falling down your face.

If I avoid his question about the guards, I won't be lying to him.

"I requested a change of duties, your highness." you blurt out.

He looks taken aback "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you fear me?"

You're confused by his line of questions "No, your highness... I -"

"You're lying. I will give you one last chance." he says sternly.

You swallow thickly, your anger and frustration from the past months of mistreatment bubbles up inside. A sudden burst of confidence, you look up at stare at him. You notice his shock when he sees the damage to your face.

"No, your highness you did not make me uncomfortable. I have received your messages daily from the guards, and the whipping you ordered I received. I have heard the rumours and they ring true. You cannot blame me for fearing you."

"Whipping? Rumours? What -" Loki begins but is interrupted by the cooks entering the kitchen to start the day. His eyes fall to the bandages he can see at the bottom of your shirt, wrapping up and around your back. You see his eyes darken and his fists clench at his sides.

They freeze when they see the king speaking to you.

"Sorry your highness, we will -" one of the cooks begins.

"No. I will be taking my leave. There is something I must tend to."

He quickly exits the kitchen and the cooks stare at you in confusion. You dismiss their looks and return to your duties.

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Part 4

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Double the trouble [pt.2] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: none

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie, Y/n x Bucky Barnes

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note: thank you for all the love on part 1!

— ⧗ —

"I'm home!" Isla called out as she stepped through the front door, her bag and coat slipping into a pile on the floor. She'd get yelled at about it, but that wasn't her problem right now.

Wandering into the kitchen, thumbs typing away to her group chat, she almost walked straight into Natasha who was stood in the doorway.

"Thank you." The Russian said, plucking the phone from her daughter's hand. Isla looked up to protest but bit her tongue as she saw her mother. "So that's how I get your attention. Got that Wanda?"

"Noted." The other mother teased, winking at Isla who just groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was just checking details for the party tomorrow." Both Nat and Wanda's eyebrows shot up at the mention of a party. It was the first they'd heard of it.

"Party?" Nat asked, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "What party?"

Isla wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a can of Dr Pepper, opening it at arms length incase it sprayed in her face. She'd made a habit of doing that ever since she was 11, when Y/N shook a van before handing it to her and it went everywhere.

"I was just going to ask you if I could go to a party tomorrow night?" She smiled sweetly, fully turning on the charm for her skeptical moms.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Who's party is it?"

"Maria's."

Wanda's expression softened as she heard the name. They both knew Maria was a good kid, albeit incredibly feisty. It was no surprise she got on so well with their girls. "And who's going?" Natasha was the picky parent, always asking questions on their whereabouts. It was the inner spy taking control.

"Everyone I guess?" Isla said with a shrug, taking a sip of her drink. She hopped up onto the countertop and Wanda went to protest before thinking better of it. She might as well have it recorded with how many times a day she tells the twins to stop sitting on the counter. Nat often joked that she was a broken record.

"Is Y/N invited?" Isla nodded as she took another sip. "Speaking of which, where's your sister?"

Isla smirked immediately, a playful glint in her eye. "Bucky took her to go and get ice cream." She had to suppress her grin as much as possible, but Wanda and Natasha still saw straight through her.

"He's still trying to win her over?" Nat asked and Isla nodded, eyes wide.

Wanda's jaw dropped. She loved a bit of gossip. "Y/N still hasn't said yes? I thought she said that weeks ago?"

"You know how Y/N is with her feelings," Nat said with a sigh. "She keeps them closed off from just about everyone. That poor boy must really like her." Isla nodded in confirmation as if to say 'oh he really does'.

"Sounds like someone else I know." Wanda said with a knowing look, making Nat roll her eyes.

"Hey, I was a spy. There's a difference!"

"Clearly not," Wanda shrugged. "She's your daughter, now look!" She stood up from her chair and made her way over to the fridge to start on dinner, kissing her daughter's head as she passed.

"So, Ils, any news in your love life?" Natasha asked, clearly trying to steer the subject away from herself.

The red headed teenager shrugged shyly, suddenly not open to talking at all. Natasha smirked at her body language, knowing there was something to hide.

"Okay spill, cmon. Who's the lucky lady?"

"It's nothing." Isla defended, a blush rising to her cheeks. "She doesn't really know I exist either."

"Who is it?" Wanda had joined in now. Both women were curious to see what their daughter's taste in women was like.

"Well, there's this girl in my science class called Valkyrie and she's just- effortlessly cool, and badass, and she takes no shit from anyone-"

"Hey, watch the language misses." Wanda pointed her wooden spoon at Isla, who clearly wasn't paying attention. Her mind was lost in the images of Valkyrie in her mind.

"Wands leave her alone, she's in love." Nat teased, earning a swat with a tea towel from her wife. "She sounds amazing Isla. Have you spoken to her at all?"

Isla shook her head dejectedly, suddenly very interested in the skin around her thumbnail. "And it's no use. She's too cool for me. I'll just look weird if I try to talk to her."

Natasha watched her daughter's deflated body language and stood up to give her a hug. She pressed a kiss to her soft red hair and just held her for a moment. "Is she going to be at the party tomorrow?" Isla nodded into her mother's chest. "Then talk to her. You've got the perfect opportunity there. Plus, dress cute and she won't be able to miss you." Pulling away from the hug, Nat sent Isla a small wink, which instantly put a smile on the girl's face.

"Your mother is right, you know. No one cares what happens at a party. Just talk to her, dance, do whatever you want to. Then she'll see just how cool you are too."

Isla grinned at her moms, feeling completely surrounded by love in that moment. "You guys are actually the best. I got so lucky." Nat ruffled her hair before she was swatted away by Isla.

"Well at least one of you is getting women! Wands, we did something right!" The couple high fived like a pair of children and Isla just her eyes playfully. "I never thought we'd have a boy in the house."

"I have to make up for Y/N's straight-ness somehow." Isla exclaimed with a wink. Her comment made Wanda turn around, her hand resting on her hip.

"Y/N? Straight? Do you even look at your sister?" Isla shot her a questioning look and Natasha laughed.

"Ils, your sister isn't straight. She's definitely got some bisexual going on. I mean... the rings, the braids, the leather jackets- she's not straight."

"But- Bucky?!" Isla protested.

"Bisexual, honey. She can like both."

Isla thought for a moment, clearing trying to remember the vibes that her sister gave off. I mean, cmon, it's not like they saw each other everyday and lived with each other. "Okay yeah," she said after a long pause, "I see it."

"Good." Natasha glanced at her watch on her wrist. "There's about 30 minutes until dinner and then I need you down here to set the table. Sound good?"

"Yup." The teenager scurried upstairs after grabbing her bag and sat down to scroll on her phone, or do "homework" as she'd told her moms earlier.

Roughly 10 minutes later, Y/N wandered through the door, a soft smile on her face. She mirrored her sister, leaving her coat and bag by the door and wandering into the kitchen for a drink.

"Ah, you made it back alive. How was it?" Natasha had to keep her curiosity to a minimum, not wanting to pry too hard and make Y/N clam up. But she didn't need to worry; the girl seemed far too loved up to notice. Not that she would ever admit it.

"It was good. They had the best mint choc chip I've ever tasted!"

Wanda smiled and turned away from the pot she was stirring. "And how's Bucky?"

"He's good." Y/N's attempt at being casual was given away by the heavy blush that crept up her cheeks. "We had fun."

"Just good?" Nat teased, earning an eye roll from her daughter.

"Mama he's just a friend."

Both women shared a knowing look and Nat tried to stifle a small laugh. They were fun moms, always teasing and joking with their girls whenever the opportunity arose.

"Sure, mhm, just a friend."

Y/N groaned loudly, clearly done with this topic of conversation. "Okay, whatever. I've got homework to do." She turned to leave before Nat caught her attention, stopping the girl in her tracks.

"Oh, Isla told us about that party tomorrow. You guys can go but we want you home by-"

" -home by 2am. Yes we know."

"Good. Or I'll turn you both into pumpkins." Wanda teased, making Y/N roll her eyes before she disappeared upstairs like her sister did.

Natasha opened up her laptop and began typing away to finish off some emails she had been replying to before her girls came home. She had a wide smile on her lips and Wanda couldn't help but gaze lovingly at her wife.

"I can feel you staring at me Wands. Don't burn the food please."

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring. And I'm not you either. I don't burn rice." Wanda blew a kiss across the room to her wife who turned around rather offended at that last comment. "It's just cute seeing you so happy."

Natasha quickly glanced at the staircase, careful that neither of the girls were coming down. "It's the joys of young love." She commented wistfully, scraping her chair back to go over to her wife.

Wanda was about to turn back to the stove when Natasha's gentle grip on her hips kept her in place. The Russian pressed their bodies together against the cool countertop and slid her arms further around so they connected behind Wanda, pulling her even closer.

"You make us sound old, saying that." Wanda whispered, eyes darting between her wife's captivating eyes and full lips.

"We've got two almost-adults. We are old." Nat placed a gentle kiss to her wife's lips, not missing how Wanda relaxed into her touch even more. "You're still just as sexy and beautiful though."

A blush crept into Wanda's cheeks and it felt as if they were teenagers again, just in love as their daughters are. "Just stop talking and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am." Nat obeyed her command and connected their lips once more, this time not pulling away. They'd mastered the art of a silent make out, not wanting Isla or Y/N to hear them upstairs. This one was gentle, tongues slowly swirling around each other as Nat pressed her hips into Wanda, trapping her against the counter. Wanda had moved her hands up to cup her wife's face, the simple gesture setting butterflies off in the redhead's stomach. It was the smallest actions that sent her all giddy.

"You know," Nat husked, sliding her hands lower down Wanda's back as they pulled away momentarily. "We've got a free house tomorrow..."

She trailed off, allowing Wanda to piece together the images in her mind. The Sokovian shook her head at her wife's mischievous smirk. "Natasha Romanoff, you have such a dirty mind."

"Oh tell me you didn't think about it too."

Not wanting to confirm or deny, Wanda just kissed her hungrily again, taking Nat by surprise. Part of her wanted to continue this make out session, but with dinner cooking and the possibility of being walked in on, it didn't appeal to her. "Okay, you're distracting me here. So go, I've got dinner to make." She swatted Nat's ass as the redhead shook it as she wandered back over to the table, her tongue running across her lips, still savouring the taste of her wife.

"I don't need to be kissing you to do that." She wore a cocky smirk and Wanda wanted nothing more than to swipe it straight off her face.

"Damn right you don't. But if dinner burns, you're explaining the truth to the girls." That shut her up and Wanda smiled triumphantly and turned back to her cooking as Nat suddenly became very busy in her emails.

"Just you wait until tomorrow." Nat mumbled under her breath, her mind now anywhere but those damn emails.

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"Blue or green?" Y/N asked for the third time as Isla continued to shrug. She had two different dress options for the party and so far she was miles away from picking one. "Isla please. Blue or green?"

Her sister sat on her bed clutching a bottle of white nail polish and was carefully painting her toes. She eyed the dresses carefully, imagining them on her sister. But they were both cute, so she just shrugged.

"I don't know. They'll both look hot. Just pick one."

Y/N groaned, clearly getting frustrated. "Just pick a colour. Blue or green?"

"Green will make your eyes pop." Came a soft voice from the doorway. Both girls turned to see Nat casually stood there, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. "The blue is pretty, but the green is gonna make you look even more amazing."

"Green it is then." Y/N said with a satisfied huff, hanging the blue dress back in her closet. Nat let herself into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed, careful not to mess up Isla's nails.

"How are you girls getting on? Nearly ready?" Well, they both weren't dressed, but they were supposed to leave in 30 minutes and Nat knew just how often the women in that house rushed to get ready. She came to give them a gentle push, but also to see if they needed any help.

"I just need to wait for these to dry, then I can get dressed." Isla ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. "Oh and touch up my make-up."

Nat nodded and fixed a curl that had got caught around Isla's earring, earning a grateful smile from her.

"Do I put my dress on and then do my makeup? Or the other way around?" Y/N was full of mini dilemmas today; clearly she was putting a lot of pressure on tonight. Maybe for a certain guy...

"Does your dress need to go over your head?" Y/N shook her head. "Then do makeup first. Then you can stay comfy." Y/N slumped down onto the floor and grabbed her make up bag, preferring to do her make up infront of her large, full length mirror instead of the smaller one at her vanity.

Soft music played from the tv and Nat just smiled at how domestic it all felt. Although the girls had separate rooms, they often came to get ready in Y/N's which was closer to the bathroom. Despite frequent bickering and small arguments, the twins got along well and it was a sweet sight to see Isla curling Y/N's hair.

"I'll leave you girls to it then. Who's picking you up?"

"Clint said he'd call because it's on his way. I think his mom is driving us there and back." Nat smiled softly. They'd always got along well with the Barton family, having been friends with them since the girls were small. Clint was one of their closest friends, and Nat could see why. Even she found the boy funny and witty, despite his rubbing jokes sometimes.

Nat stood up and moved back to the doorway, turning around at the last second. "Okay, well, don't be too long. Your mom and I have got a couple of bottles you can take. But don't go mad tonight girls, okay?" The twins answered her in chorus, reassuring her that they would be okay. They had smart heads on their shoulders and had built up enough trust with Nat and Wanda to gain the privilege of having alcohol at parties. The parents weren't super strict, but they wanted to keep the girls safe. Naturally.

25 minutes later, both girls were by the front door, pulling on shoes and quickly checking their hair and make up infront of the large mirror on the wall. Y/N was getting frustrated with her converse laces and was huffing slightly, pulling them so tight it looked as though the laces might snap.

A loud honk came from outside and Isla peered out of the window to see Clint leaning over the steering wheel of his mom's car, much to her distaste. She dashed out of the front door and down the porch steps, yelling goodbyes to her moms who just laughed as she left.

Nat pressed a pack of ciders into Y/N's arms, along with a bottle of vodka. That was always in plentiful supply in the house, so one bottle meant nothing.

"Be safe, don't do anything stupid." Wanda said to her youngest, pulling her into a quick hug despite Y/N's protests to leave. But her struggling was pointless so she accepted the hugs and kisses before making her escape towards the car.

Both moms watched the black Audi pull off the drive and they hugged each other close before closing the door. A cunning smile made its way onto Natasha's face and she quickly turned Wanda around and pushed her body against the closed door.

"A promise is a promise." She said, her voice dropping a couple of octaves. Sounding even sexier than usual.

Wanda gulped, feeling her heart rate speed up as Nat's lips trailed across her collarbone. She knew she was going to be worshipped tonight; her wife certainly knew how to make her feel good.

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3 hours in and the party was in full swing. The living room of Maria's house had been cleared to create a large dance floor, teens crammed together as they jumped to the music.

Y/N leaned against the far wall, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. She was tipsy, but not as wasted as her twin sister who was heavily making out with Valkyrie in the middle of the dance floor. The sisters caught each others eye and Y/N pumped her fist, earning a middle finger from Isla who's lips were still locked with her crush.

Laughing to herself, she took another sip of god-knows-what and wandered out into the garden, longing for some fresh air and peace away from the thumping bass. Although she was a dancer, parties and dancing weren't her thing. She felt too stiff and awkward, but outside she swayed lightly to the beat, helped by the alcohol rushing through her system.

"It's nice out here." A voice spoke from her right. The tipsy girl looked over her left shoulder before quickly switched to her right, a blush forming on her already flushed cheeks as she saw a familiar figure approach. Thank god for the dim lights.

"Yeah." She'd be kicking herself at that lame response, considering who she was talking to. "You okay?"

Bucky smiled, leaning on the back of one of the metal garden chairs. He looked hot, his shirt unbuttoned down to the centre of his chest and his hair gelled slightly but still the soft brown colour that Y/N had grown to love.

"Better now that you're here." He knew that game was risky, but all this chasing around had made him tired. He wanted her, so he was going to get her. He stared at her for a few moments, eyes raking up and down her figure. She looked stunning. Her simple green silk dress hugged all the right places, accentuating her small waist and long legs. Her hair rested perfectly down her back and Bucky had to swallow thickly a couple of times.

"You're a flirt." She laughed, taking a sip of her drink and frowning as a droplet rolled down her chin.

She tried to wipe it away but Bucky got there first, gently taking her chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted her head towards him, making her entire body turn with the moment. Neither of them uttered a word, their eyes meeting like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

Bucky's thumb swiped across her lower lip slowly, collecting the spilled drink and brushing it away. He gazed into the forest green eyes staring back at him, admiring the tiny flakes of brown that lit up from the outdoor lanterns above their heads.

Y/N's breath was caught in her throat. She'd been dancing around Bucky for weeks, too scared to face her true feelings about him because the thought of that terrified her. But the alcohol in her system has cleared her foggy mind, bringing forward the thoughts she'd been pushing away.

She took a daring step forward, closing the tempting gap between them that spoke louder words than the music blaring inside. Nothing else seemed to matter as Bucky tilted her chin up and brought his lips to meet hers in a tentative kiss.

It was only peck before they pulled away, but something clicked between them both and their lips met once again, this time fuelled by more passion and lust, the nerves somewhere far away.

Y/N looped her arms around his neck and he slid his hand round to cup her cheek, careful not to disturb the kiss.

The whole world had melted away, meaning that Y/N failed to hear her sister stood behind the glass doors, jumping up and down and screaming with Valkyrie, Clint and Maria who were all ecstatic over the kiss that they'd been waiting for for months. They cheered loudly, high fiving each other with wide grins.

Clint handed Maria a $20 with a groan, his smile disappearing as he realised he lost the bed. The party host tucked the money into her bra and walked off with her head held high. Tonight has been a successful night.

— ⧗ —

After a rather rowdy car ride back home, Isla and Y/N stumbled out of the car, the latter thanking Clint's mom for the ride as the eldest made a 'run' to the front door.

She didn't even take her shoes off before she glanced around the house like a meerkat, desperately searching for someone to scream the news to.

Catching sight of the moms sitting at the kitchen table, Isla came crashing over, completely drunk.

"Mom! Y/N kissed Bucky!" Her voice was far too loud for 2am and both mothers winced slightly at the volume, before smirking at the news.

A very exhausted Y/N trailed in afterwards, her hands raised in protest. "No! That's not the only thing that happened!"

"Mom! I made out with Valkyrie!"

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I was getting my hair done today and I couldn't stop thinking about ex!husband Bucky finding out you started dating other people after the divorce and how fun the sex would be if he got jealous 😵‍💫

Because imagine how slowly he'd slide his dick into you, holding your chin in one hand to make sure you don't take your eyes off his. He presses into you so damn slowly, making sure you feel the way your body adjusts to allow him inside you. You're way more desperate than you even realised you would be and he knows it.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles quietly, his cheeks flushed, stroking your chin gently with his thumb. "You've gone a little stupid already. Didn't he fuck you right? I bet he didn't. Could've told you he wasn't right for you." It'd been four days since you'd bumped into Bucky while out having dinner with someone else. In truth, the guy you went out with hadn't been all that interesting and you'd parted ways after a couple of drinks but Bucky didn't need to know that.

"He was pretty good actually." You tried to keep your voice steady, despite Bucky's distracting kisses to your neck. "You're gonna have a hard time living up to him."

Your ex-husband huffs out a laugh, his breath hot against your skin. "You've always been a terrible liar." The confidence that drips from his tone is enough to send shivers down your spine.

He's not wrong, it had always been a running joke between the two of you.

"Just looking at that guy, I could tell he wouldn't be able to work out where you like to be touched." His hand moves from your chin to trail ever so gently up the outside of your bare thigh. The featherlight touch leaves you wondering if you'd had goosebumps all evening or if they'd just risen in the last couple of minutes but then you're reminded that this man has taken the time to learn your body like no one else.

"He looked like he'd be selfish. I don't think he understands that the real pleasure in being with you is in getting to watch you come apart. There's nothing like it." He's slipping a little, lost in his admiration of your body. His fingertip trails lightly over your hardened nipple and you know he's remembering the way you gasp when he sucks on the sensitive bud.

"There's nothing like feeling you cum around me and knowing I caused it." He groans quietly, pressing as deep inside you as he can. "And hearing you whimpering my name." He's consumed by the feeling of you, indulging in the memory of the pleasure you've brought each other. "Hearing you begging me to stop when you're so wrung out, you just can't take any more."

He's unbearable in the very best way. He's hardly moved at all and you haven't even noticed because the way he touches you is so distracting. He knows your body and he gets off on showing you that.

His hand drifts back up your body to hold your chin once more, making sure you're watching as he drags his length from the heat of your sex, only to press back in, tearing a gasp from both of you. "You feel perfect. You were made for me." He groans, repeating the motion again and again, enjoying the way your body flutters around his.

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

the wistful wyvern

knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity

CHAPTER ONE (15/6-24)

CHAPTER TWO (22/6-24)

CHAPTER THREE (29/6-24)

CHAPTER FOUR (6/7-24)

CHAPTER FIVE (13/7-24)

CHAPTER SIX (20/7-24)

CHAPTER SEVEN (27/7-24)

CHAPTER EIGHT (3/8-24)

soot and sparks

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CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

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