#stace rogers au

[kayteewritessteve]

Secrets and Sins - 10/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,850 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Brief mentions of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse—nothing to in depth but could be upsetting to some. Plus possible other triggering thoughts and feelings described.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors, so there’s that.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, as his blue eyes locked with yours.

“Sure. This is your house after all,” You replied flatly as you crossed your arms, then turned around and walked back into the room. You sat down on the edge of the bed, as he entered and shut the door softly behind him.

He walked over to the chair in the corner and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes looking down at his intertwined hands, “I just want to explain who Sharon is.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, it’s none of my business,” you waved it off.

“I do,” he said firmly as he looked up at you, “because I don’t want there to be any confusion between us.” He gestured with one of his hands back and forth between you both, “I don’t want any secrets or lies, from either side. If you promise to always be open and honest with me, I will do the same with you.”

You nodded, “Okay, I can agree to that.”

“Good. So Sharon and I have never, and will never, be a thing,” he stated firmly, “When we were younger, she didn’t want anything to do with me. I ah, I used to be very small, sickly even. And I can’t even begin to tell you, just how many times I overheard her talking down about me, to her friends, to anyone who would listen really. So when I finally hit my growth spurt, and then took over all of this,” he gestured around the room, “her tone towards me completely changed, and all of a sudden she had this ridiculous belief that her and I would end up together, one day. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.” He shook his head, “I can’t stand her, but I’m not going to sit here and lie, I did gave into her a couple of times, but it was never anything more than that. I never actually wanted her as anything more. I just, I duno,” he shrugged, “maybe wanted to just show her what she’d never actually have. Or prove that I was more now then all the things she used to call me.”

“I get it, Steve, it feels good when you can show up your childhood bullies. Show them just how far you’ve come from the person they once used to target. And I’m sorry you had to endure that growing up.” You paused, “and that you still have to endure seeing her so often now,” You mock cringed then scoffed, “She sounds like a real classy broad.” But it wasn’t a compliment. And even though it had grossed you out to learn he’d been with the blonde haired bitch, that feeling didn’t last long, as you’d quickly brushed it off. You’d both had eventful lives before he walked into yours, and you were both far from virgins. Though, none of your past conquests were currently walking around his house, cooing on about this or that, sooo—

“Thank you,” he whispered softly, as if he’d been caught off guard by your understanding on all of this. Then he just stared at you for a moment, like he was just now fully taking you in. Like he was in a trance but then he shook his head, “But yeah. Yes, ah, she was not my finest hour.” He grimaced for a second but then laughed, and the sound was like music to your ears, it was clearly a real laugh. One you secretly hoped you’d hear many, many more times. “We actually call woman like her ‘crown chasers’ and they are not even close to what I’m interested in, or looking for, for that matter. But as for why she was here, the only reason is because she is Peggy’s niece. Just so we’re clear, she wasn’t here by my request, nor do I want anything to do with her.” He paused and then that damn smirk was back, “She isn’t the one I have my sights on.”

And just like that those silly pop rocks were in your stomach again. How this man could make you feel like this with just a few simple words was—actually kind of frustrating, if you were being honest. “Well, thank you for clarifying.”

He nodded, “Now, I have a question for you?” then he paused for a moment, “Actually, maybe two questions.”

“Okay?”

“First, did you get a chance to think over my offer for repaying the second drink?”

“You mean, have I decided if I want to accept your date offer or not?”

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah.”

“I haven’t.” You answered honestly.

“Okay, then second question. Would you want to be my date tomorrow night for the fundraiser gala the she-witch mentioned?”

You snorted in an attempted to muffle your laugh by pressing your lips together firmly, as your hand flew up to cover your mouth. The nickname he had used for her was so fitting. And the fact he’d just said it like it was totally normal, and it was just him saying someone's actual name, killed you. You saw the amusement in his eyes at your reaction to what he had said.

After a few second you calmed yourself down and lowered your hand from your mouth. You decided to just ignore the ‘She-witch’ comment entirely, there were more important things to focus on currently. “So, let me get this straight.” You raised a brow at him, “Basically both questions were just to ask if I’d go on a date with you?”

He shrugged, “Basically.”

“Well, as much as a fundraiser gala does sound fun, I actually have to work tomorrow.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, and you were now sure that was his nervous tick. And you liked that he actually had one. It made him a little easier to read. He spoke up and he almost sounded apprehensive. Like what he was about to say may upset you, the nerves in his voice definitely made you tense up slightly, “Actually, about that, you don’t anymore. I ah, I spoke to Thor this morning, and informed him that you’ll be taking a paid vacation for a little while. I hope you don’t mind. I was actually coming to tell you that before Sharon interrupted.”

You’re eyes widened, “What!? Why?”

He sighed, “Y/N, you got attacked last night. Whether you feel it or not, that will affect you. Take the paid break to move passed that.” He smiled, though it was weak at best, “Plus, it would be almost impossible to keep you safe there. Too many people come and go from that place all day and there are a few different exits. Aside from having Maria and Vis sit in the pub all night, there isn’t really any other options to keep you safe.”

“How long will I have to be on this ‘paid leave’?! I can’t just sit around all day, doing nothing, Steve.”

“I have a few things in motion, so my hope is not long. You can come and go from the house whenever you’d like, just take Maria and Vis with you. I don’t want you to feel trapped here, in any way.” He shook his head, “But, I do want you to be safe. And I promised to protect you. So this is how I am doing that.”

You just looked at him as you thought about what you wanted to do. Or rather, how you wanted to respond. He made a very valid point, but part of you did feel trapped by his actions. How could you not? He went behind your back and made a judgement call without even consulting you first. That was a pretty controlling thing for him to do. But you also saw where he was coming from. And even though you barely knew him, you could tell he cared about you, and obviously a lot. He just had a weird fucking way of showing it. One you weren’t overly comfortable with.

“Look, thank you for protecting me, I do honestly appreciate it, but you can’t just make calls like that in my life, Steve. Because at the end of the day that’s exactly what it is, my life. And I would like—no, I need to have the final say in it. So please don’t do that again, come to me first, talk to me about it. And we can come up with a plan together, but don’t just assume you know what’s best for me. Okay?”

He frowned slightly but nodded, “I’m sorry, I just,” he trailed off.

“You what?” You coaxed, softly.

He looked you in the eyes, his beautiful piercing deep blues showing a few different emotions, but you could only make out remorse and maybe even …fear?

He spoke softly, almost in a whisper and you had to strain a little to hear him, “I know we haven’t known each other long, but if anything were to happen to you, I don’t think I’d be able to live that down. I’d never forgive myself.”

You furrowed your brows for a moment, not really knowing how to take what he just said, then the words just sort of fell out of your mouth on their own, “I understand where your head was when you talked to Thor, but all I ask is that from here on out, you come to me first. I need to have some control in my life, Steve,” you stated firmly. “But, if I’m being totally honest, I’d probably have come to the same conclusion you did. I just want to be the one who makes that choice, okay? Promise you won’t do that again, and we will be all good.”

He nodded, “I promise.”

“Perfect, then we will just act like this never happened.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you. Again,” he smiled back. “So, since you are in fact free tomorrow, what do you say about accompanying me to the Gala?”

And just like that, your minded drifted off at his question again. Was accepting a date offer from another mob boss really a smart move? He had brought you into his home to protect you—Hell, turns out he was protecting you long before this point. But is this really what you wanted. The last time hadn’t exactly ended well and you still weren’t anywhere near over what he had done to you.

In all honesty, you may never get over what he had done to you. It was like a wound that refused to heal. Could you trust Steve, truly trust him? Did you believe that his intentions were true, and that he wouldn’t end up treating you the same way in a few short months? You know, the same way your ex had. He had seemed nice in the beginning as well, though when you thought back, there was always something off about him, but you were young and naive. And believed in fairytale true love and happy endings. Ha! You learned real fucking quick that those things didn’t exist in the real world.

But with Steve, nothing felt off. To the contrary, actually. Everything felt right. Even though you barely knew him, part of you trusted him already. And a lot. Way more then you should. Maybe even more than you’ve ever trusted anyone else. And for sure more than you ever trusted your ex—at any point in time.

But you also knew better then to fall head first into love again. You knew if you accepted Steves date offer, that regardless of what you told yourself or how much you fought it, you’d fall for him hard, and fucking fast at that. You just knew it from your past experiences with him. You wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. He made you feel safe. Secure. Special. Three feelings you desperately needed to feel right now. Three things that were crucial to helping you heal. Helping you mend. And the same three things you hadn’t felt in a very, very long time—well, except when Steve was around.

You bit your lip, knowing fully what you were about to agree to. It wasn’t just to a date. No, it was to him. To allowing him to help you heal, to help you move on. You nodded slowly, “Okay, if I agree to be your date, I have one condition.”

“Of course, what’s your condition?”

“We take this slow,” You paused, “I-i need us to take this slow,” You added quietly.

He gave you a small smile, “Y/N, how about I make you a deal?”

“Okay?”

“Be my date tomorrow and once the night is over, if you never want a second date, I’ll respect that.” He paused and you could swear you saw a brief look of heartache? cross his face before he quickly corrected it and continued, “But, if you do want a second date, I’ll let you set the pace.”

You furrowed your brows again, more in disbelief this time, “You’d do that for me?”

“I would. I may not know your whole story, but I know enough to understand that you may not be ready for this all yet. And the last thing I ever want to do is make you feel forced or trapped, in any way.”

“Okay,” that was all you needed to hear. You stood up and walked over to where he was sitting and held your hand out to him, he looked confused for a second before he put his hand in yours and you shook it firmly, “You have yourself a deal.”

The second the words left your mouth a giant smile formed on his handsome face, causing you to smile as well. But then yours quickly turned to a frown when the realization hit you, “Shit. I don’t have anything formal to wear for a gala.” You paused, then laughed, “I mean, unless the dress code is jeans?”

He stood up and offered you his arm, “It’s not, it’s definitely black tie,” he chuckled. “So I guess it’s a good thing I had Peggy pick up some dresses for you to try,” he nonchalantly added, but his cocky smirk gave him away. And just like that, you finally understood his random question from that morning, the one about your dress size. He started to lead you out of your room when you thought of something.

You put on the best poker face you could muster and raised a brow at him, “Oh really, and what if I had turned you down?”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” He shrugged as he led you down the stairs. God, he really is a cocky fucker.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, “But what if I had?” You pressed.

He paused at the bottom of the stairs and leaned down to whisper deeply in your ear, “Did you turn me down, Y/N?”

Your eyelids slammed shut thanks to his warm breath fluttering across your neck, again. And then you shakily whispered, “No.” You’re voice betraying you, yet again, thanks to him.

He stood back up and chuckled as he started walking again, instantly making you open your eyes so you could keep up. Damn him. And his stupid flustering ways. You knew instantly that what he just did was to prove his point. That point being that you did want him, and a fucking lot at that.

“Then that’s all that matters now.” He shrugged and walked you down the long hall, passed both kitchens and up a set of stairs on the right. They brought you to a door at the top, which he knocked on. And a moment later the door opened to show Peggy on the other side.

“Steve, Y/N. Please, come in.” She greeted as she gestured into her house, and stepped aside to let you both enter.

Steve gently shook his head, “Unfortunately, Pegs, I can’t stay. But you ladies have fun,” he smirked down at you.

“Of course,” she smiled “Y/N, dear, please come in.”

You stood there for a second, shifting your weight from side to side. Not sure if you wanted to do this without Steve. Or more that you weren’t sure who else was in the apartment currently. Your eyes flicked around what you could see of the suite, trying to figure out if the she-witch was in there, somewhere. And as if Steve could read your mind he leaned down and whispered just for you to hear, “I kicked her out.”

You felt the involuntary smile spread across your face, then nodded once he stood back up. He then turned and headed back down the stairs, calling over his shoulder, “can’t wait to see what you pick.”

You turned then walked into the suite, entering directly into the kitchen area, off to the left. Once passed the kitchen it opened up to a living and dining room. It was just as beautiful as the rest if the house, which was no surprise to you. Though this part of the house seemed more homely, clearly having a woman’s touch to it. Peggy closed the door, “I’m sorry about Sharon earlier, she doesn’t always play well with others. But she is harmless.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, “It’s okay. And thank you.”

“Now, on to the fun part, let me show you the dresses,” She said with a smile as she walked into a bedroom off the living area, you followed close behind. Once in the room you saw a rack with a few different dresses in all different colours.

Your eyes widened at the beautiful dresses in different fabrics, colours and shapes. You looked at Peggy for a moment, as if asking permission, to which she nodded and smiled in return. So you walked over to the rack and ran your hand along all the dresses, feeling each one pass your fingertips as you did.

Peggy clapped her hands, excitedly “Alright, dear, let’s pick you out a dress.”

You tried them all on, finally settling on the one that suited you the best. It was stunning and made you not only feel confident but you also secretly figured it would leave Steve speechless. Or at least you hoped it would. Once you had changed back into your normal clothes, Peggy gave you a black garment bag so you could get the dress back to your room without anyone—or more specifically one person in particular—seeing any part of the dress. Both of you not wanting to ruin tomorrows surprise.

You thanked Peggy then made your way back to your room, you wanted to call Wanda and not only check in with her but also fill her in on everything that had happened. After a quick text to make sure she was in a good place for a long phone conversation, you called her. And you both talked for 2 hours.

She was so worried when you told her about the bounty and the attack. But by the end of the call she was basically telling you to marry Steve. It was a joke, however part of you actually took the words to heart. But then quickly shoved them to the back of your head. You barely knew him, nor how this would all play out in the end. The last thing you should be fantasizing about was marrying him. Fuck that. Too soon. You finally ended the talk with a ‘we have to get together soon’ and a ‘stay safe’ from both Wanda and yourself. Then you hung up. And decided a nice long shower was in order. You just needed a few minutes to yourself and to relax. And showers were always your go to when your mind was running wild with ‘what ifs’ and worries.

Once you had finished your shower you entered back into your room, going through the bags, making a mental note to unpack them soon as clearly you were going to be here for a while, might as well move in for now. You picked out a pair of dark grey tights and a black T-shirt, pulling a big black hoody overtop. Once again, your outfit was all about comfort. Because why not? You quickly dealt with your wet hair, brushing it then putting it into a top bun.

You were just about to head downstairs to make yourself some dinner when there was another knock on your door. You wandered over and opened the door to, once again, find Steve on the other side.

But this time he didn’t seem nervous at all. The opposite actually.

“Hey, you hungry?” He asked.

You nodded and laughed, “I’m starving.”

“Good.” He laughed as well, “Let’s get some food into you. Oh, and it’s movie night.”

“Movie night?” You questioned as you walked out of your room and closed the door.

“Yeah. We have movie nights every Saturday. It’s sort of like a tradition around here,” he said as you both headed down the stairs.

“Oh, sounds fun,” you replied with a smile.

You both then headed down to the basement, finding the whole gang down there in the home theatre.

There was an assortment of snacks, drinks and pizza laid out around the room. And everyone was set up in the massive chairs, waiting on the movie to start and talking amongst themselves. You ended up sitting in the back, in one of the recliners with Maria on one side and Steve on the other.

You quickly learned the movie you all were going to watch was The Hitman’s Bodyguard. It was supposedly Bucky’s turn to pick the movie, though Sam groaned about how he had ‘already seen it’ and he didn’t want to ‘watch it again’. But Bucky just threw popcorn at him and told him to ‘shut it’ because ‘no one cares what he wants’. The while gang laughed then the lights dimmed and the movie started.

It was a fun night, mixed with stupid jokes, jabs and innuendoes. You ate more pizza then you should have, and way too much popcorn.

Once the movie was done, a few people wanted to play a round of bowling but you were exhausted. Steve walked you back up to your room, kissing your knuckles just like the night before and bidding you ‘Goodnight’, which you returned. Then you entered your room, got into pjs and climbed into bed. Turning off the lights and passing out almost instantly, again. You could get used to nights like these. To the calm they brought you. The sense of safety. And if you were honest, the feeling of family. It was weird to feel this way so fast, but everyone had been so welcoming and it was quickly starting to feel like you belonged here. Like you were one of the pack. And you liked that, and hoped it would stay this way. Or rather, you sort of needed it to. This was the closest you’d been to a family in years and you missed it. A lot.

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[ofstormsandwolves]

Chocolate and Cuddles

Part 3 of Bella and her Boy

Written for @legendslikestardust‘s fluffuary bingo squares ‘chocolate’ and ‘cuddling’

Modern day AU, Campbell x Bella. Teen for swearing. TW for menstruation/ periods

Bella's not feeling well. Campbell has a solution.

AO3

Campbell poked his head around the door to Bella’s and Stacy’s room, feeling properly nervous for the first time since he’d arrived at Rylands House.

“Bella?” he called into the darkness of the room. “Are you alright?”

“Go away.”

He frowned at that.

“Bella?” he asked again, edging further into the room. “You missed breakfast. Stacy said you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m not,” she mumbled back through the darkness, and Campbell could just about make out her shape in the gloom, hidden under her duvet. “An’ you’re not helping. Go away, Campbell.”

Instead, he stood there, dumbfounded, in the dark room.

“Have I done something?” he couldn’t help but ask. In the two months since he’d moved into Rylands House, he and Bella had become best friends, and he swore he hadn’t done anything to upset her, but now he wasn’t sure.

“Not everything’s about you, Campbell,” Bella huffed from beneath the duvet. “Just fuck off.”

“I have, haven’t I? I’ve upset you! What did I do?”

And then, Campbell heard footsteps behind him. He whirled round to see Mrs Rogers watching him from the doorway, a sympathetic look on her face, and a hot water bottle, bottle of water and packet of paracetamol in her hands.

“Why don’t you go back to your room, Campbell,” Mrs Rogers suggested gently. “Bella’s fine, she’s just not feeling great.”

He watched then as Mrs Rogers crossed the dark room and pulled back the duvet to reveal Bella. She coaxed the teenager into a sitting position, handing her the water and pain relief. Once Bella had taken the pain relief, Mrs Rogers relinquished the hot water bottle to her, and the teenager retreated back under the duvet. Campbell watched the whole thing in silence as everything slotted into place. Mrs Rogers then ushered him from the room, closing the bedroom door firmly behind them.

“She’ll be fine,” Mrs Rogers told him as she steered him away from the room. “She just needs some rest. She’ll hopefully be feeling better by dinnertime.”

Campbell snorted. “Except it’s not exactly a bug, is it?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets and trying to ignore the way his face heated up. “It’s not gonna go away, because it’s not an illness. Bella’s on her period.”

“It will only last a couple of days though,” Mrs Rogers assured him gently. “It’s not often it’s this bad for her, either. But she just needs to rest, Campbell.”

“Aye,” he muttered, walking away from Mrs Rogers.

~0~0~

Campbell had had plans. He and Bella had been planning on going out to the park, to take advantage of the fact that it was the first weekend since they’d met where they’d not had at least one piece of homework to do. Campbell had hoped they’d be able to spend the Saturday out and about, and Bella could take some photographs.

He hadn’t expected to be in the nearby shop, queuing to pay for a small selection of carefully chosen items. He’d gathered the pocket money he’d been saving up and headed to the shop shortly after Mrs Rogers had pretty much chucked him out of Bella’s room, and it had only taken a quick Google search to find the answer to the question he’d wanted answering.

By the time he’d got to the till and paid for his goods, Campbell was eager to get back to the home. Despite being told Bella just needed to rest- and the fact she’d told him to fuck off- he didn’t like the idea of her being alone while not feeling great. Stacy was off out- with a new boyfriend this time- so he saw no reason why he couldn’t hang out in Bella’s room and keep her company.

He walked back to Rylands as fast as he could, completing the four minute walk in just over three minutes. He made a quick stop off in the kitchen for some things and, ignoring all the other teenagers hanging about downstairs or on their way out- including Terry and Gary- he made a beeline up the stairs and towards Bella’s room. The carrier bag swung from his fingers as he walked. Reaching the door, he knocked twice and let himself in.

“I’m back,” he said as he slipped into the room.

He heard Bella grumble from under the duvet, but couldn’t make out what she’d said. So instead, he crossed to the bed and sat down on the edge, gently pulling the duvet back to reveal Bella’s face. She glared up at him from beneath her fringe.

“Thought I told you to fuck off,” she mumbled.

“Aye,” Campbell responded with a smile, “you did. Lucky for you, I don’t listen.” He held the carrier bag up for Bella to see then. “I bought some stuff.”

Bella eyed the bag with interest, before reluctantly pushing herself up into a sitting position.

“What is it?” she asked, one arm wrapped around the hot water bottle against her tummy.

Campbell grinned, and began to empty the contents of the carrier bag onto the duvet. He pulled out two big bars of chocolate, a share-size packet of crisps, and a tub of chocolate ice cream. Finally, he dropped the two spoons he’d taken from the kitchen on top of the ice cream tub.

“Where did you get this?” Bella asked, blinking at him.

“The shop,” he replied with a frown. “I just got back.”

Bella stared. “You went out and bought this?” she asked him, nodding at the food between them.

“Aye,” Campbell nodded, brow furrowed. “Why are ye surprised?”

She shrugged at him then, readjusting the hot water bottle.

“Dunno,” she mumbled. “Not exactly used to people doing this for me.”

It was Campbell’s turn to look a little uncomfortable then.

“Well,” he shrugged, “I didn’t like the idea of you staying in yer room all day on yer own. Thought we could hang out in here for the day.”

Bella looked at him. “You don’t mind not going out?” she asked him. “It’s a nice day, you don’t have to stay in.”

“Nah,” Campbell shrugged, and he reached for a chocolate bar, breaking the sweet up in the wrapper before opening it and offering her some. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

Bella shifted over in the bed then, and Campbell took the hint when she patted the space next to her. He tugged his trainers off and climbed into bed beside her, the food spread across their laps. It was a bit of a squeeze, in Bella’s single bed, but they managed it. Campbell was just reaching for the ice cream when she snuggled into his chest.

“This alright?” she mumbled into his t-shirt.

“Aye,” he managed once he’d processed just what was happening. “If it makes ye feel better.”

“It does,” Bella nodded, and she tilted her head to beam up at him. “But I’d feel even better if you opened the ice cream.

~0~0~

“We should probably go down for dinner.”

Campbell’s voice cut through the room like a knife, and Bella made a small noise in protest.

“I’m comfy here,” she told him, sounding a little put out.

“Aye,” he agreed, “but you didn’t eat breakfast. All you’ve had is chocolate and ice cream.”

Bella screwed her nose up at the reminder.

“I suppose,” she admitted, glancing over at Campbell’s laptop screen. “You gonna finish that game first?”

He’d collected his laptop from his bedroom just before lunchtime- not that either of them went down for lunch- and he’d been playing games on it while Bella read through a book for class. They had eventually opened the curtains, and she was feeling a lot better than she was that morning. She thought it was the food Campbell had bought. He was insisting it was because he gave amazing cuddles. Bella couldn’t really disagree with him there, so she let him have it.

“Mrs Rogers won’t like it if we don’t eat a proper meal, I suppose,” Bella continued after a moment, but she still made no effort to move.

Campbell was about to reply when the bedroom door opened and Stacy was in the doorway, grinning at them.

“I’ve been sent up to get you for dinner,” she told them. “But if you’re busy...”

Bella rolled her eyes at her roommate. “We’re full dressed, you knob.”

“Well, that’s disappointing,” Stacy retorted, waggling her eyebrows at them before sobering. “Seriously though, Mrs Rogers said you have to come down for dinner. She knows you’ve been hiding up here with junk food.”

Bella sighed at that, and reluctantly began to shift towards the edge of the bed. Campbell watched her, a little forlorn about having to leave the room and actually go down and talk to the others.

“I’ll meet you down there,” Bella told him as she got out of bed and crossed to the wardrobe.

“Why?” he asked in confusion.

Stacy snorted from the doorway. “She’s not dressed, you twat. How did you not notice that she’s in her pyjamas?”

Campbell blinked, and looked back over at Bella, who was now watching him in amusement.

“In my defence, we were under the duvet,” he said eventually as he closed his laptop down.

“Yeah, ‘cause that sounds so much better,” Stacy told him with a grin. “I dare ya to tell Mrs Rogers that.”

Campbell flushed red at that, and Bella took pity on him.

“Stop winding him up, Stace,” she told her roommate with a pointed look. She then turned back to Campbell. “Go on, just let me get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

He packed up his laptop and charger and headed for the door then, but stopped in the corridor.

“He’s waiting in the hallway, Bella,” Stacy told her with a grin.

“Good,” Bella responded as she pulled her pyjama top off. “You can too.”

Stacy sighed, and let the door swing shut behind her.

#teninch fic #fluffuary bingo #Bella and her Boy #swearing tw #period tw #bella and the boys #Bella #Campbell Bain #Takin' Over the Asylum

[kayteewritessteve]

Love and War - 5/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 5,620 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

You storm into your room, anger coursing through you. Dinner had ended up in a battle over this farce of a wedding. It had all started with a comment about how you should look more joyful the eve before your wedding day, which of course you had snapped back saying, ‘you mean the eve before I am forced to marry that ridiculous cretin? Ah yes, I guess I should be more excited to forever be tied to an ape like Hepha, my apologies.’

Well, Athos didn’t like that one bit and you both went head to head once again. It finally ended when you stormed out of the dining hall, refusing to listen to anymore of his ‘reasonings’ for why you should be overjoyed to marry someone of Hepha’s standing. As if his station were higher than your own. Except his isn’t, he is a bottom feeder compared to you.

You slam the door to your room and place your forehead against it’s cool surface, sighing out deeply. Maybe you could run away in the middle of the night. Far, far away. Alarick would return and find you missing, then he’d come after you. He’d be able to find you for sure and then you could explain why you’d fled, and beg him to stay with you. Both of you never to return to the kingdom and you can just live out your days together, happily. You just needed more time before this wedding, you just needed to postpone it long enough for Alarick to return.

You could maybe fake being deathly ill tomorrow, so ill that the wedding couldn’t go on. And then it would have to be put on hold until you were better—but you knew after the war that went on over the dinner table tonight, no one, mainly Athos, would actually believe you were sick. They would all see right through it and force you to attend this travesty of a union. You sigh deeply again and bang your forehead on the hard wood surface of the door in frustration.

“I ask that you not harm the beautiful brain without that lovely skull,” came a deep voice from behind you, and you knew instantly exactly who it belonged to. That voice sending a glorious ripple of goosebumps across your body, as a welcomed shiver ran down your spine.

You whirled around and came face to face with a ridiculously wide chest, your eyes slowly climbed up to a set of stunning eyes. Eyes that could only belong to the one person you truly, wholeheartedly loved. More than anyone else, maybe even more than yourself.

“Ari,” you breathlessly whispered your nickname for him. Both slightly in shock that he was even standing here in front of you, and slightly dazed to just be gazing upon his unearthly handsome features. The latter was normal for you though, you always forgot just how beautiful he was, until he was right before you, and you were instantly reminded of how much of a treat he was for your eyes. “What are you—you’re here?!”

He grinned down at you, he always enjoyed when he could fluster you. “I am, my moon.”

His nickname for you causing your heart to flutter uncontrollably. He’d always called you ‘his moon’, at least for as long as you could remember. You’d asked him one day, long ago, why he had chosen that nickname for you, and all he’d simply replied with in return was, ‘because you are the light in my darkest of hours.’

“But how?” You whispered softly, still disbelieving that he was actually there, standing in front of you. “Your father. He-he said you weren’t to return for a few more days?”

“That is because my father,” he scoffed, “underestimated Premala’s sheer unwavering love for you. She tracked us down, and told me of how you were being forced to marry Hepha,” he growled the lesser mans name, “behind my back. So I came back as fast as I could, to put a stop to all of this.”

You quickly ran to him, flinging your arms around his waist, and burying your face in his muscular chest, as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. A position that always brought you great comfort in trying times. “So you came to save me?” You mumbled into his chest.

“I will always come to save you,” he whispered, his fingers gently gripping your chin to angle your face up towards his. He laid a sweet kiss on your forehead, his lips grazing the skin as he spoke, “you are mine, Y/N. Just as I am yours. And so long as I still breathe air, no one will ever take you away from me. I will not allow it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, he was actually here, he was going to stop all of this madness. He was going to rescue you. Though, you had no clue how he planned to actually do that. “What are you going to do, Ari?”

He took a moment, probably to think of some sort of plan. He had a brilliant mind for tactical maneuvers and plotting how to conquer his enemies efficiently—but this wasn’t a battlefield, this was his kingdom. And this wasn’t just some war over land, money or power, this was your life, the potential happiness of you both. The outcome of his failure in this wouldn’t just be a sore spot, it would forever mark both of your hearts.

In one morning, you both would lose your other half. The one person who completed you both. He always claimed you were his soulmate, though you knew deep down that that wasn’t true. But yet, you slowly started to believed him more and more, every time he said it. Every time the word left his beautiful lips, it broke you down a little more, made you strive to be exactly what a soulmate would be to him. If they existed within your kind, you and Alarick would be soulmates for sure.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

You nodded, “of course I do.”

“And do you love me?” He whispered, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes following the movement.

“With everything that I am,” you answered truthfully.

“Then marry me,” his eyes flicked over to yours, locking on, “tonight, before my father or Hepha can interfere. If you are already married to me, then you can not marry another.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You didn’t need to. You nodded vehemently, “yes,” you answered, your voice coming out stronger and more sure then it ever had before. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Alarick.”

He smiled that glorious smile at you, the one that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank the Gods his strong arms were around you, or you’d be a puddle on the floor for sure. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to finally hear you say those words,” he leaned down and kissed you with more passion then he ever had before. You leaned into him more, melting into the kiss, and him. But then he pulled away all too quickly, leaving you urning for more. So, so much more.

But you knew now that you’d get more, you’d get a forever of more with him. As once you both were married, he’d be yours and only yours, forever. “I think I have a pretty good idea of just how much,” you smirked up at him. Earning a glorious chuckle from the large, living stone sculpture of a man in front of you.

“I have to prepare a few things, but I will return in one hours time to retrieve you.” He lovingly kissed your forehead once more then reluctantly moved away from you. “Be ready. And do not leave this room, no matter what.”

You nodded, “I will be ready and waiting.”

He smiled, “we will both get our happily ever after, my moon. I promise you I will make it so.”

And you believed every word, this immense joy that flooded your body was how a bride was supposed to feel before her wedding. You didn’t feel nervous at all, not one bit, you were going to marry the love of your life. What more could a woman ask for? “I’ll hold you to that promise, Ari,” you smirked and he grinned in return.

With one more chaste kiss, he vanished out the door, glancing at you as he softly closed it behind him. You peered around the room, your lips aching slightly from the massive smile upon them, you lifted your fingers to touch them. Still feeling as if Ari’s plump ones were upon them.

But the sound of your bedroom door being flung open startled you, and you spun around quickly to see who was intruding on your gleeful moment. Only for your eyes to land on the one person you never wanted to see again.

Hepha.

A knock on your door causes you to open your eyes, they quickly scan the room and you remember you’re in the castle. You are sitting in the arm chair in the corner of your room, you don’t remember falling asleep, but clearly you must have dozed off, sometime after the 3 ladies had helped you change. Now wearing a different olive green dress, one more fitting for dinner.

“Come in,” you call out as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and stand from the chair. Quickly straightening out your dress as the door opens and in enters an unfamiliar man. But the friendly gapped tooth smile on his face puts you a little more at ease.

“My Lady,” he bows his head, “I am Sir Samuel, but you can call me Sam. I have come to escort you to dinner.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sam,” you nod, “but please just Y/N is fine.”

His smile grows larger, “Nat informed me you preferred Just Y/N. So Just Y/N it is,” he winks.

You smile and shake your head as you make your way towards him, you can already tell, just from his friendly presence, that you are going to be fast friends—Well, at least you will be for a little while. Just until you are granted leave from the King to return home.

Once you reach him, he offers you his arm which you take then he begins to lead you out of your room. “So, which position are you? That is, if you don’t mind me asking.”

He glances down at you, “I don’t mind at all. But as I’m sure you’ve noticed, we do things a little differently here. We don’t really have titles for our positions, per se. We were all appointed by the King to oversee or head up different areas based on our skills. I guess if you really needed a title for me, you could call me a General. I am in charge of both ground troops and the cavalry forces. So basically I facilitate most of the military operations.”

You nod, “yes, I’ve noticed that this kingdom is run very different from the others. Why is that?”

He shrugs, “honestly, it is how the King wishes it to be. He isn’t one to follow in the footsteps of others, in any way. He prefers to forge his own path, to do things the way he feels are most efficient, and will give the best results. Things he feels are just and true.”

“So he just chooses everything for himself? Makes up his own rules as he goes?” You furrow your brows, “that seems rather egotistical, don’t you think? If he refuses to follow the traditional ways, how is he to be governed, how is he to be held accountable for his actions?”

“No one governs our King,” he says coldly, and you are learning that questioning the King to his higher ups isn’t a smart move on your part. They all clearly respect him immensely. They are fiercely loyal to him. Which is a good thing, you guess. “He answers to no one but himself.”

“How can that be?” You push a little more, “all Kings have to answer to a higher power. Does he not believe in the Gods? Does he throw out their rulings, their practises, their laws?”

He halts his steps and turns to you, the same stoic mask on his face that Nat wore earlier today. “Oh, he believes in them, more than most, actually. But he does not agree with all of their ways. Their teachings. Though he does take them all into consideration, but ultimately picks and chooses which he actually wishes to follow. We do not question him on his decisions, just as you should not either. You may not know much of our realm, or our people, but I can guarantee you have heard of our conquests. Of the many battles we have fought and won alongside our King, or have you not heard?”

You nod, mumbling a, “no, I’ve heard.”

He begins to walk again, pulling you along with him. “So then you know that clearly his decisions have been proven correct. They have been proven to be fruitful. He isn’t like other Kings, he comes from a long line of noble and triumphant leaders. Ones who have passed on their learnings and knowledge to each new generation. He is currently the greatest leader this kingdom has ever had, as he holds all that passed on information in his own mind. And when he is to produce an heir, his son will be a better ruler than he, and so on and so forth. Where most kingdoms become weaker with time, be it because of scandal, tyranny or treachery. Ours only gets better, stronger.”

“How can that be. You can’t honestly tell me that none of Winterbourne’s previous Kings have never been tyrants. Or have never been on the receiving end of a treacherous plot?”

“I can, and I am,” he nods. “It has never happened. And it will never happen.”

“But how? What makes the rulers of this kingdom so different, so special?”

“That is a story for another day.”

“Oh hogwash,” you glare up at him, “you can’t tell me all of that and then not explain why it is so. Now you must tell me the full story.”

He chuckles, raising a brow at you, “oh, must I?”

You nod, “yes. It is only fair.”

He halts his steps once again, sighing deeply, “alright, fine. Though I shouldn’t really be telling you any of this, but since you insist,” he smirks then leans in slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear. “Many, many moons ago, there was a fearsome God of War, who fell madly, and deeply, in love with a radiant Goddess. But not just any Goddess could have captured his eye,” he shakes his head, “no, she was the Goddess of Love, of Beauty, of Passion. It was said that she was a true sight to behold, but that no matter how lovely she was on the outside, her looks paled in comparison to her true heart, her brilliant mind, and her entire radiant being. She was kind, and caring, and compassionate. She was ethereal, and everything the God himself, was not. But he strived to be worthy of her, to deserve a gentle creature such as she. To win her heart for his very own.”

You nod, completely enraptured by his story. “And did she love him in return?”

“Oh yes, very much. Some say just as much as he loved her, others say she loved him more. But either way, it is a truly beautiful love story, but like all tales of love, tragedy stuck.”

“What happened to them?” You urge, your voice only a whisper. You desperately want to know the whole story, but fear what is to come next for the two lovers.

“The Goddess was stolen away in the night, vanished into thin air as if she’d never been. When the God came to see her, she was nowhere to be found. He scoured the heavens in search of her, for hundreds of years he continued to search. Until he finally realized she wasn’t anywhere in the heavens, she must have fallen to earth, somehow, someway. So he too fell to earth, giving up his title as a God so he could stay on the mortal plane for as long as he needed, for as long as it took to find her—“

“Did he ever find her?” You interject hopefully, your nerves climbing with every passing second. You pray he did, you hope desperately that they were reunited.

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, “patience, Y/N, I’m getting there.”

You huff playfully, but stay silent, motioning for him to continue on.

“But when the God got to earth, he realized he had no way to track her. To find her. As he didn’t know this plane well, at least not well enough to know where to start looking. So he wandered the planet in the hopes of finding her, eventually he stumbled upon a pack of wolves, watching as they flawlessly teamed together and tracked a deer through the woods. Capturing it not long after. And then he knew exactly what he needed to do. He managed to find a very powerful witch, with the help of a few nearby mortals, and told her his love story of woe. She agreed to help him on the condition that he and his descendants protected her and hers, forever. He agreed and then together they offered the wolves a deal. If they helped him find his lost love, he would offer them the opportunity to be man. And that both themselves, and there future lines, would always hold positions of power in his kingdom. They would always be taken care of, and able to control and protect this land from others, forever.”

“And they accepted the deal?” You ask.

Sam smiles widely and nods, “they did. They all agreed to help find the Goddess. So the witch changed them all to man and together they searched for her. Finally finding her not long after, thanks to the wolves. But because he’d given up his Godly powers to search for her, he could no longer return to the heavens. Though he did not want that to stop her from returning herself, should she wish to.”

“She stayed, didn’t she?” You ask through a giant smile. Already guessing that she’d chosen to stay with her true love.

He nods again, “she did. She couldn’t leave him behind, not after going so long without him. Not when he wouldn’t be in the heavens with her. So together they built this castle to be their home. They had a few children, and from there on the kingdom was slowly built into what it is today. And since then, every King to come has had the blood of not one, but two highly respected Gods coursing through them. The blood of two of the most honest, loyal and true eternal beings that there ever was. So their line has maintained those traits, has only bettered them with time. And therefore have all been immune to the troubles of regular man. Meaning none have ever been tyrants, and none ever will.”

“I see,” you nod, not overly believing that reasoning. Not when the current King is a fearsome and ruthless warlord. If you’d ever label anyone a tyrant, it would be him. But you know Sam’s mind is unchangeable on this all. So you leave it alone, choosing to instead ask the next question bouncing around in your head. “And what happened to them? To the fallen Gods, I mean.”

“No one really knows,” he shrugs. “Once their eldest son was old enough to rule the land, they left to live out there days, peacefully and alone. So your guess is as good as mine, about where they’ve both ended up.”

“And the wolves?”

“Well, the God, turned King, kept his promise to them. They all held positions of power in his realm up until they died, and then their children took over their titles. I’m actually a descendant of one of those original wolves,” Sam added that last part proudly.

You nod, a small smile on your lips. It was a beautiful story, to be sure, but that’s all it was. That’s all it could be. A story, a myth, a legend for which Winterbourne’s people could rally behind. Could believe to be the story of their true origin. “That is a truly lovely tale, Sam. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“It isn’t a tale, Y/N,” he shakes his head. “I will happily stack my life on it’s legitimacy, if that helps ease some of your disbeliefs.“

You furrow your brows, confused by how deeply Sam believes this all to be true. How he believes it so much, that he willingly ignores the fact that his King is a merciless man. One feared by all who learn of him.

But on top of that, you are reminded of how Natasha spoke of the King. Which also deeply confuses you. How can a ruthless warlord King like him, evoke such a loyal response from his ‘Generals’. Yet still be the very thing of nightmares to everyone else. Maybe his ‘Generals’ are actually scared of him? Maybe they fear the consequences of speaking against him. That would seem more believable to you. You’d fear him as well, if you had to interact with him daily. Gods, you fear him now, and you’ve never once even spoken a word to him, never once even so much as laid eyes upon him. So yeah, you can completely believe that they’d truly fear him.

But yet, they all—or at least the two you’ve met thus far—speak of him with such passion. Such love and utter respect. Things of which one can not fake, or pretend. No, those deep emotions can only show through if the speaker wholeheartedly feels them. You nod your head at him, “it eases my mind a little. But that’s all I will say about that, my thoughts on all of this really do not matter here. Especially since I do not plan on staying in this realm any longer than need be.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, as if he is in on a joke for which you are not. But you ignore that feeling. Who are you to question his beliefs? You are no one here, this isn’t your home, nor your people. Plus as you said, you’ll be gone soon, once you are given permission to leave. And then you will most likely never see any of these people again. That last thought though, oddly enough, sends a pang of sadness through your heart. As you are growing rather fond of a few people you’ve met here. But not enough to happily stay confined, in the home of a merciless King, just so you can see them.

“Of course you don’t,” he mumbles quietly as he chuckles once more, then clears his throat, “so, shall we go in?”

You look up and realize you are standing in front of a large wooden door. One you are guessing leads to the dining hall. And just like that your nerves pick up, unsure of what you are going to encounter behind this very door. Who you will be dining with tonight. Will Nat and Bucky be there? Will the King be there!? Oh Gods, you shouldn’t have agreed to this. You should have just eaten alone in your room.

But before you can answer, Sam opens the door and walks you both into the loud room. The sounds of boisterous laughs and lively conversations ring in your ears. And then as if you are transported to somewhere entirely different, all the noise halts and you feel a bunch of eyes upon you now. The room becoming deathly silent. So quiet that you are afraid to even breathe, for fear the sound will echo loudly through the impossibly still room.

You quickly drop your eyes to your feet, afraid to see the expressions now upon everyone's faces. This was a horrible idea. You are going to ring Bucky’s neck the next time you see him—well, if you can even reach it, that is. And if you can even get that close to him, before he figures out what your plan is and stops you. Though you’d gladly spend a night in the cells if it meant teaching him a lesson.

Then all of a sudden there is the sound of chairs scraping on the worn wood floors, and you snap your head up to see everyone now standing. Except not upright, no, they are all bowing in your direction. But there is no way they are all bowing to you. You glance up at Sam, who still stands beside you, and he is already looking down at you. A massive grin on his lips, as he whispers an answer to the question you never actually voiced, “they are all bowing to you.”

Your eyes widen as you look forward again, to see they have all raised their heads now, but yet they just continue to stand there. “Why?” You whisper to him, “I’m not a Noble or a Royal. There is no reason for them to be bowing to me.”

He shrugs, “It's a respect thing. You’ll get used to it.”

“Everyone keeps saying I will get used to it. But then something new happens and I’m once again caught completely off guard. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to any of this,” you mumble, causing Sam to laugh.

“Come on, let’s get the introductions over with or they will just continue to stand there,” he pulls you towards the table and you noticed now that there are 4 spots left open. The head of the table being one of them, hopefully that means the King will not be dining with you tonight. Then the two spots on either side of the King’s, at the end of the table are also still open, though you notice now that Nat sits on the King’s left, in the second seat from the end. And then the final open spot is on the Kings right, directly across from Nat.

Sam pulls you to the open seat on the right of the King’s, which doesn’t seem appropriate at all. This is the place where Bucky should sit, or at the very least an honoured guest. Not you though, not someone who was originally caught trespassing on his land. This all just isn’t right, this isn’t proper.

Sam stands behind the seat next to yours, then begins going around the table and introducing you to everyone.

“Nat you have already met, she is the Kings,” he hesitates for just a second then continues on as if nothing happened, “second in command. She is in charge of tracking and covert operations.”

She nods her head to you, a friendly smirk on her lips.

“Next to Nat is Sir Anthony, he is in charge of our weaponry. He designs and builds all our artillery, his creations are highly sought after but he only produces them for our Kingdom. They give us a great advantage on the battlefield.”

“Yes, please continue stroking my ego, Sammy,” he chuckles then nods his head to you, “but just call me Tony, My Lady. Sir Anthony makes me sound so uptight and boring,” he playfully huffs.

You snort, having attempted to stop the laugh that wanted to bubble out of you just then, but failing to fully catch it in time. You smile at him, “I shall only call you Tony, if you agree to call me Y/N.”

“You have yourself a deal, my dear,” he chuckles, shooting you a wink.

Sam shakes his head, “anyways, moving on. Next to Tony,” he says the name playfully, “is Sir Thorfinn, the head of—“

“Just Thor,” the large mans deep voice cuts in, amusement clear in his voice. Which causes you to snicker quietly to yourself.

Sam sighs, rolling his eyes, and then turns to you. “Okay, to save us some time, I’ll just tell you who they are and what they prefer to be called.” You smirk but nod your agreement to that.

“So, that’s Sir Thorfinn, who goes by Thor. He is the head of the King’s Guard.” Thor smiles widely at you, looking almost like a large puppy. You just want to go over there and rub his belly while telling him that he is ‘such a good boy!’ In your best baby voice. But you refrain, for now. However once the glare from his bright smile subsides, you’re barely able to contain the cringe that wants to rip through you, as you realize he was one of the men who had captured you and Wanda. Then dragged you both back to the holding cells. And now you want to scold him for being a ‘very bad boy!’

“Next is Sir Uruloki, also known as Loki. He is in charge of our dungeons and anything involving prisoners of the King.” The tall, slender man nods, and you recognize him as the other man who caught you and Wanda trespassing. Sam bends down to whisper to you, “even though they don’t look it, Thor and Loki are actually brothers.”

You glance between the two, and he is right, they don’t look like brothers at all.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, My Lady,” Loki says from his place at the other end of the table. And this time you do cringe. You couldn’t stop it even if you’d tried.

“Yes,” Thor pipes up, a regretful frown now on his lips, “our deepest apologies for yesterday, My Lady. As we deal with many trespassers, one can become rather unfeeling when faced with the same problems over and over again. Though I’ll say that none have ever gotten as far as you did, I should very much like to pick your brain one day, about how you got so far. If that is alright with you?”

You give Thor a small smile, you fully understand that you and Wanda getting as far into the King’s territory as you did, could only stand as a direct reflection on the abilities of Thor's Guards. And that it could make them all look bad and unqualified in the eyes of the people, of the King. What with the fact that two small, untrained women were able to get by them all, unnoticed. “That is alright with me, though I’m not sure how long I will be here, but any day before I leave should work fine. And there are no hard feelings, Thor. I understand that you were just doing your duty.”

“And how is your leg today, My Lady?” He then asks, glancing down as if in shame.

“It is much better today, I’d forgotten all about it, actually.”

And with those words he looks up, and his frown vanishes and is replaced by a giant blinding smile once again. “I am so pleased to hear that,” he nods happily, then Sam continues on.

“Alright, since you already know of the awesomeness that is I,” he gestures to himself, “we will skip me. So that leads us to this handsome devil to my right,” he says as he claps the blonde man on the shoulder, causing the man to chuckle. “This is Sir Clinttun, also known as Clint. He is the head of our Archery Division. The man is as close to a human hawk as you will ever find. He never misses a target.”

You lean forward slightly to see Clint a little better passed Sam, he smiles at you and gives you a small wave, which you return.

“Then beside him is Sir Tobruceian, also known as Bruce. He is a philosopher, and doesn’t really head up one thing in particular. But more so dabbles in a great many things, mainly astronomy, alchemy and medicine. Whichever calls to him that day, really.”

You glance to Bruce and see him nod, but he doesn’t look at you. You assume he must just be extremely shy. Which doesn’t bother you one bit.

“And then last but not least is Sir Scott, he oversees the town of Winterbourne. He is sort of like a Mayor and a Sheriff all mixed into one. He takes care of the needs of our townsfolk and helps play the middle man between the King and the people.”

You look down towards the man, who gives off such a friendly and approachable vibe. You can instantly tell he is probably perfect for his position, even before speaking a single word to the man. “What, no shortened name, Scott?” You playfully ask, “I’m not too call you cot, or something of the like?”

Everyone at the table bursts out laughing, Scott laughing the hardest out of the bunch, “if you wish to call me that, feel free, My Lady. But unfortunately, it’s normally just Scott, I’m clearly not as fancy as the lot of em.” He glares playfully at the others then grins widely at you.

“Then I shall call you Scott as well,” you grin back at him. “As I rather like that name, it suits you very well—“

A deep menacing growl reverberates around the room, halting your words and trapping them in your throat. Everyone's laughter ceases immediately and you look around to see everyone now facing something—or someone—behind you, and bowing their heads respectfully. A shiver runs down your spine, but oddly enough, it isn’t a bad one. It’s a rather pleasant one, actually.

You turn and come face to face with those gorgeous blue eyes from last night. The ones attached to the ridiculously large blonde who caught you. The giant golden wolf.

Your eyes widen as you just stand there, staring at him for a moment. He is much more handsome than you remembered, and maybe even more handsome than anyone you have ever laid eyes on before, or at least anyone you can actually remember laying eyes upon. Being that you still can’t remember much from before Wanda and Pietro found you in the woods—but just then a thought crashes into your dazed mind. Is he the King?

Oh Gods!! He is the King!

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Love and War - 3/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

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Word Count: 4,220 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

“Alright, so everyone knows the plan?” You ask quietly, not wanting the guard to hear you.

“Yes,” Wanda says back.

“Yeah,” Piet replies. “Though, I will just put it out there that I think this is a horrible plan, but it’s really all we’ve got at the moment.”

“Oh shhh,” you hiss, “have some faith, you negative nelly.”

He chuckles and murmurs something playfully that you don’t quite hear, but don’t really care to hear either.

“Okay, it’s go time,” you whisper then raise your voice to yell, “excuse me? Guard?”

You notice Wanda move up against the cell door wall, hiding herself in the shadows as best as she can. And then, she slowly starts to vanish before your eyes, using her magic to make herself disappear. She can’t make anyone else vanish, or stay that way for long, but you just need her to hold it for a few minutes. At most.

“Hellooooo! Guard!” You continue to yell, hearing his heavy footsteps coming towards you now.

“What are you hollering about, wench?” He asks gruffly once he reaches the cell door.

“I seem to have lost my cellmate,” you point out, innocently.

His eyes widen slightly as he looks around the small area, “where the hell did she go?”

“Ya know? I’m not entirely sure,” you glance around and then shrug. “One minute she was here, then the next poof,” you wave your hands around with a flourish, “gone.”

“A witch!?” He snaps, clearly angry now, “they didn’t mention you lot were witches.”

“Oh, I’m not a witch,” you shake your head, vehemently, “if I was, don’t you think I’d have escaped with her?”

“Back up,” he commands, ignoring your question, and you comply, reaching the back wall of the cell as his keys jingle and he unlocks the cell door.

“Stay right there,” he orders, “if you so much as move a muscle, you won’t like what happens to you.”

“Don’t move, got it,” you nod.

He comes towards you, pulling shackles off his belt as he does, clearly he plans to restrain you so he can check the cell over. But just as he is about to reach you, Wanda appears and jumps on his back, putting him in a steadfast chokehold. And then you spring into action, you lunge forward and kick him right where the sun don’t shine, causing him to hunch forward as he drops to his knees. Wanda still secured tightly around his neck, he tries to fight back, but you use all your weight to keep his arms down and away from reaching your sister.

After a few tense moments of struggle, he finally slows and then drops forward with a thud, unconscious. Wanda detaches herself from him and then you grab his weapon as she grabs his keys. You both quickly exit the cell, locking the guard inside and then go to release Pietro. Once his cell door is open you all share a quick group hug and then hastily make your way towards the tunnel door.

Pietro motions for you both to hang back, and then takes the guards weapon from you and opens the giant wood door. Poking his head out to look both ways before he motions for both of you to follow him.

You make your way into the tunnel, and head back towards the large iron doors. This will be the hard part, dealing with the two guards on the other side.

After a few moments you reach the doors, and Wanda closes her eyes and focuses her mind. You aren’t entirely sure what she can see, or do in this state, but you have faith she will give you the window you all need.

After a silent and tense moment, she snaps open her eyes and goes to pull the doors open. Pietro and you quickly moving to help her, as the three of you pull with everything you have, hearing the same creaking sound as the doors open.

You glance out and don’t see a guard in sight, turning to give Wanda a curious look but she waves a dismissive hand, murmuring, “I’ll tell you later.” And huh, turns out, this was actually not the hard part after all. Go figure.

The three of you venture out the doors, pulling them closed behind you, as to not alert any passers by before you can get far enough away. Then you all head into the dense woods, knowing that taking a path isn’t an option currently. You quickly and quietly move away from the Kings city, wanting to put as much distance between yourselves and it, as fast as you can.

Your heart is pounding again, your legs ache from the day you’ve already had. Something in you is telling you to stay, begging you to go back, but you ignore it. You push on, knowing that if you did go back, you’d surely die. There was no sugar coating that. But then why does every step feel painful? Every additional pace making your heart scream out to stop. To turn around. To go back. You shake your head, now is not the time to listen to your foolish heart.

You all run for a while, putting some good distance between yourselves and the city, enough distance that finally Pietro believes it’s safe to stop for a bit. To rest. And your aching lungs want to thank him. They want to jump out of your body and bow down at his feet.

You’re exhausted, utterly and truly spent. Your whole body hurts, even your fingers ache. You just want your comfy bed and your sketchbook. Though you’re sure you wouldn’t even be able to draw at the moment. Not with how much both your mind and body, pulsate with pain.

“We will rest here for a moment, but then we have to continue on,” Pietro says as he sits down on a stump. “They will figure out we are gone soon, and then they will come searching for us. We can’t risk staying in one place for too long.”

You nod, as you pant heavily and slump down on a fallen tree. “I was not built for this,” you mumble breathlessly.

Wanda giggles and Pietro shakes his head, chuckling, “that you weren’t. But we love you just the way you are. Sluggish and pesky.”

“Sluggish!?” You gasp trying to pretend to be offended, but then you burst out laughing, quickly slamming a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You shouldn’t be so loud right now, but you couldn’t have prevented the laugh even if you’d tried. You and Pietro both knew you are neither sluggish, nor pesky, but this is what he did. He messed with you. This is just the relationship you both have, you sass each other but it’s all out of love. “This coming from the witless trespass—“

Your words are cut off by a deep earth rumbling howl, one that strikes fear into your very soul. You have no clue what would even cause a howl that loud, or that menacing, but what you do know is, you do not want to hang around to find out. The howl is then followed by loud shouting of in the distance, and you instantly realize they are on to you. They know you all escaped and now they are searching for you.

“How could they have figured out we were gone so quickly?” You whisper glancing at the other two as you all quickly stand up.

But neither of them seem to have the answer to that, and then you all begin to run in the opposite direction from which the howl and voices originated. Your body instantly trying to protest every step, but fear keeps you moving.

Though not as fast as Pietro, but he has always been much, much faster than Wanda and yourself. However, it doesn’t help matters at all that you are both currently wearing these damned skirts! The two of you should have each warn a pair of Pietro’s trousers, what were you both thinking!? Coming to this Godsforsaken place in skirts! Damned fools!

“Come on you two, we have to pick up the pace,” he says as he slows down and waves a hurrying hand.

“We are trying,” you say through your heavy breaths.

You hear commotion getting louder behind you, but refuse to look back. You don’t want to know what is currently chasing you. You don’t want to risk tripping if you aren’t watching exactly where you’re going.

The heavy sounds of ...hooves? No! Paws! The heavy muffled sounds of large paws hitting the soft ground is what you hear next. And there is a lot of them. Way more than you could ever stand to fight off. Whatever it is behind you, you do not want to face it. Not even a little.

Your mind kicks up a thought and you almost shutter in horror. A half breed army, man by day, beast by night. Oh Gods, maybe that rumour is actually true. A loud growl echoes through the forest, bouncing off the trees and causing every muscle in your body to tense up, instantly. As if the growl is controlling your physical body, telling it to stop running, and what's worse is it wants to freaking listen. Your body wants to halt entirely, and face the damned beast. It’s actually begging you to.

Though you just keep pushing yourself forward, ignoring the inner urges coursing through you, but finding each step even harder than the last. What with your body trying so desperately to deter your escape. To prevent you from getting away. From getting to freedom.

You glance up and ahead, seeing Pietro and Wanda about 6-7 yards in front, you know they wouldn’t willingly leave you behind. So they clearly haven’t glanced back yet to realize they’ve started to lose you. Their bodies just don’t seem as affected by all of this as yours currently is.

A howl off to the right has your eyes snapping that direction, but you can’t see anything, it’s just too dark, the moonlight unable to penetrate the think canopy in most places.

But then, a large mass running alongside you through the dense trees catches your eye, and on instinct you veer left. Hoping that you can escape whatever it is.

“Y/N!!” You hear your siblings both yell and you look up to find them, but can no longer see them, and that only makes you panic more. Where did they go? You just saw them mere moments ago. You couldn’t have gone that far off course!

Another growl rips from behind you, this time much, much closer. You know it will be on you soon. The end is near for you. You just hope that Wanda and Pietro can escape, can get to safety, that’s all you pray for now. You are truly doomed, but maybe they aren’t.

And just as you are entering a small clearing in the woods, something large—extremely large—collides with your back, knocking you on to your stomach on the ground. A massive weight landing on you, though not enough to crush you, but definitely enough to render you immobile. You clench your eyes shut, too afraid to look, while feeling the heavy panting of something’s warm breath hitting the back of your neck. You feel the weight lift off you, just as something large and warm slips under your stomach and flips you onto your back.

But you still refuse to look, to petrified to even peak at the beast above you. A deep, menacing growl reverberates through you and it feels like a warning. Like it is telling you not to move, or something—you obviously don’t speak wild beast so you really have no clue. But just in case, you decide it best to not move a muscle, for fear of only angering the thing more.

Another deep, rumbling growl rips from above you and this time your eyes involuntarily snap open, only to lock onto an eerie glowing set of blue eyes. If you weren’t so damned terrified, you might have even found them breathtaking. Entrancing even. You’d love to draw them, though you probably wouldn’t be able to do them justice, as eyes are not your strong suit. You find yourself just staring into them now, you could easily get lost in these beautiful blue eyes—what are you even saying?! This thing is about to make you dinner and you’re admiring its eyes?! Give your head a shake, woman!

You tear your eyes away from the piercing, glowing blue orbs and drop them lower, taking in the sharp white teeth gleaming in the moonlight at you. The long snout connected to a body covered in thick, coarse golden flax coloured fur. Instantly you know exactly what it is, it’s a wolf. And a freaking huge one at that. Larger than any animal you’ve ever seen before. You can tell that even if you were standing up, it would still tower over you, on all fours. And what’s worse, is that it probably still would be, even if it was slouching. This thing could easily eat you in 4 bites, max.

A huff noise, accompanied by a gust of air hitting your face causes you to furrow your brows and flick your eyes back up to meet the beasts. Why hasn’t it killed you yet? What is it waiting for?

Then, for some unknown reason, the beast starts to step back, removing itself from over top of you. And in a complete daze you sit up as it does, entirely lost as to what is happening right now. But more curious about what is to come.

The sound of a branch snapping startles you and the beast’s head snaps to the left, towards where the noise came from. Then it hunches down low in a defensive stance as it’s hackles rise, causing the wolf to look even larger than it did before. Which is hard to believe is even possible. And then it growls deeply, the sound causing every muscle in your body to tense up once again. You vaguely hear the sound of retreating steps over your heart, which is once again pounding in your ears, but then the beast relaxes, huffing once more before it sits at your feet, just staring at you. Watching you.

What is going on? Why is it just looking at you? What does it want? You go to stand up but just as you reach your full height, your legs give out, sending you plummeting to the floor. But before you make contact with the ground, you feel something brush up against your side, and then a large furry neck is tucked under your right arm, helping to slowly lower you back down to the ground. And once you’re settled, it pulls away, going back to sitting in front of you, just staring once again.

Before you can even think about it you mumble a, “thank you.” Instantly realizing you are talking to a freaking wild animal. Though oddly enough, it nods back at you. But you had to have imagined that? You must be hallucinating now. Or maybe, you’re actually dead. Because there is no way this giant wolf can actually understand you, right?

The rumour said they were beasts by night and men by day, so maybe somewhere in there, there is actually a man, one who can actually understand you. It sounds ridiculous and farfetched, but then again, it hasn’t killed you yet. And on top of that you swear to the Gods that it truly nodded in response to you.

Though the only way to find out is to test that theory. You make eye contact with the massive blue eyed wolf and then ask quietly, “can you understand me?”

And you honestly almost fall over when the wolf nods its head, again in response to you. You are talking to a wild animal right now, what are the freaking odds? “Are you—are you going to kill me?”

It tilts its head to the side, inspecting you for a moment, then huffs loudly and shakes its head. As if it’s frustrated by you? Seriously? “Then if not, may I leave?”

You go to stand again but a deep warning growl erupts from the large wolf and you halt your movements instantly. Lowering yourself back down slowly, as not to piss it off again.

But now, as you sit in complete deafening silence, with only the sounds of the woods around you, a stream running off in the distance, crickets chirping, and an owl hooting, you realize again that your legs ache.

Though it’s more than an ache, now that the adrenaline is wearing off, your legs feel severely cramped and your right thigh muscle is throbbing and pulsing uncomfortably. While your lower left leg now stings from your sweat entering all the scraps from your earlier tumble.

And your breathing is still crazy and erratic, though your heart has slowed down a little now, not beating at such a rapid pace anymore. You just continue to sit in the intense silence, while this wolf thing just watches you. Studies you. Every small twitch of your fingers, or quiver of your lip, or twitch of your leg from the pain. It just keeps its eyes on all of it. Not missing anything.

It’s rather nerve wracking, if you’re being honest, just having this predator stare at you, as if you are the most interesting thing in the world. Or maybe it’s looking at you more like you’re dinner, like you are the meal that will help sustain its life for a little while longer.

As the minutes tick on slowly, agonizingly slow, you become more frustrated. More antsy. Why are you just sitting here, still and unmoving? What does this beast want with you? And where are Wanda and Pietro? Did they get captured as well? Are they also just sitting around being watched by some other massive, intimidating beast?

“P-please,” you stutter out, “just let me go, I promise to never come back. If you—if you just let me—“

The beast growls at you again, abruptly stopping your words in your throat. And then it stands up and the threatening pose it gets into is not a friendly one. Not even close. It’s hackles are up again and it’s baring it’s large teeth at you. But then, it turns it’s massive head and looks to the right, just as you hear footsteps in the distance the beast moves towards you.

You flinch away, thinking it’s going to attack you, but instead it towers over your smaller, still sitting form. It stands sideways, directly over your legs. Your face almost pushed into the side of it’s stomach, and everything in you is telling you to reach up and pet the damned thing. To run your fingers through it’s golden fur, but you fight that urge and instead focus on whoever—or whatever—is coming towards you now.

And then you see it—or him, rather—a large, ridiculously large, man appears from the tree line, coming towards you both. The wolf growls menacingly and the man kneels down and bows his head. You are utterly confused as to what is going on right now. You just glance back and forth, between the man and the wolf—who’s still hovering directly over you. And then the wolf visibly relaxes, and a moment later the man stands back up right, to his full height and then cautiously steps towards you.

And it’s then that you notice he has something in his hands, you squint your eyes trying to make out what it is in the dark. Is it...rags? Blankets? Clothes? You can’t overly tell, but the man holds them out for the wolf, who takes them in his mouth and then looks at you, locking eyes and you can almost see a warning in the beautiful glowing blue orbs. Something tells you to stay put, some weird force making you acutely aware that you are not to move a muscle. You nod, not entirely sure why, but figuring it wants you to agree to it’s terms. Whatever they are—That is, if it even gave you any terms in the first place.

Then, strangely enough, it nods back once, and steps away from you. Slowly removing it’s body from above you, and taking it’s warmth along with it. You shiver as the cold air surrounds you again and just watch as the beast vanishes into the dense tree line.

You glance up at the man, he looks even larger now that he is up close, and clearly your spot still sitting on the ground, isn’t helping that at all. You give him a once over, noticing he is rather handsome, with shoulder length brown hair, that is twisted into a bun at the back of his head. However, a few parts of his hair have fallen loose and hang down on his face and shoulders. Your eyes then flick over his face, before locking onto his crystal blue/grey eyes. And you instantly realize that you are just openly staring at this man, and he knows it. If the smug smirks now on his lips is anything to go by. That causes heat to rise in your cheeks and you quickly glance away, looking down at your hands to hide your embarrassment.

The silence is, once again, deafening. The man hasn’t said a word, nor has the wolf returned and you still have no clue what is currently going on. Nor do you know what you should be doing in this moment. Do you beg for your life? Plead that they let you go? Ask where Wanda and Pietro are, if they are okay? Oh Gods, please let them be alive and safe. That’s all you ask.

“Am I—am I going back to the cell?” You go to ask, but it comes out a quiet whimper, lost in the wind, and you aren’t sure if the man actually heard you. But then he scoffs and shakes his head, as if your question is stupid and ridiculous. Though he doesn’t offer you anything else, not even a one worded response. So either he doesn’t actually know your fate, or he is just refusing to tell you.

Either way, all you want is to go home, to be in your cosy room. Wrapped up in a throw blanket and lounging on your bed as you draw the world around you. But you know deep down that even if you do live, you will never see your little room again. Nor get to just lounge in it, drawing.

Rustling bushes and footsteps draw your attention up and you see another huge man enter the clearing, this one even bigger then the one currently next to you. But this one, this one takes your breath away, instantly. He is stunning, in every way imaginable. All hard muscle, broad shoulders, and slim waist.

But then as he nears you, you notice his chiselled jaw line, one that could probably cut diamonds, and then his luscious golden locks, that you instantly have the urge to run your fingers through, it just looks so soft, so fluffy, so damned touchable. But as your eyes travel down lower, you notice his piercing blue eyes, and you completely freeze. They are the exact same eyes as the wolf, that much you know for sure.

‘An army of half breeds, men by day, beasts by night’. Oh Gods, that rumour is actually true. These men are clearly half breeds. You side eye the brunette, giving him a more thorough once over. But that doesn’t really give you much to go on, you honestly can’t be sure if he is a half breed or not. But you know the blonde is for sure. He was the wolf who caught you, and now stands before you in all his rugged, manly glory. Your eyes flick back to him and your heart skips a beat as you realize he is still studying you intently.

“Can you walk?” The large blonde asks, gruffly. His voice deep and penetrating. Like nothing you’ve ever heard before, it’s like his massive body only stands to amplify his voice, ten fold. You figure he could easily command a room full of men with just his voice alone.

“I-I think so,” you reply.

“Then stand up,” his deep voice now commands, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You nod quickly and slowly push yourself up onto your wobbling legs. Unsure if they will be able to hold all of your weight, but you don’t want to anger this man. Something deep inside you aches just at the thought of upsetting him. At the thought of causing him any more grief than you already have.

But just as you reach your full height, which is still a few feet shorter than the two men, you start to feel light headed. Black spots start to appear all throughout your vision, causing you to glance around, as if to look directly at them. But every time you aim your sight at a new spot, it vanishes and then reappears somewhere else. The movement of your eyes only stands to make you more dizzy.

You know what’s to come, you know you’re about to faint and you try to warn the men, you try to tell them. You’re eyes lock onto the beautiful, entrancing blue ones again as you manage to whisper out, “I think I’m about—“

But the words end there, dying in your throat, as your vision starts to turn fully black now, and you feel the momentum of your body plummeting to the ground. With no chance to prevent it, or to protect yourself, all you can hope is that you don’t hit your head once you meet the forest floor. The last thought to cross your mind is, ‘Please Gods, let me land softly’.

And then the world disappears into a lonely, dark and cold abyss.

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