Steve Rogers x Muslimah!Reader
(Eventual x Bucky Barnes)
Summary: Stefanus joined the Roman Legion to make a life for himself. At the end of his final campaign in Syria, he is commanded to take the local Prince’s daughter as a wife, to ensure continued friendship. He vows to love and protect you forever, but neither of you were to know how fate would hold you to the promise…
Warnings: LIGHTLY TOUCHED UPON MENTIONS OF A STILLBORN BIRTH, language, historical inaccuracy, poor Latin, smut.
A/N: I don’t want to reveal too much about this series just yet, but not all is as it seems ;) Each chapter will take place in a different time period. This will start off being heavily Steve x Reader, but become Bucky x Reader and then come full circle to Steve x Reader x Bucky. Fun fact, Stefanus Rogelius is a ridiculous, but entirely accurate Roman name and I will never get over that.
460 AD, Roman Conquered Syria
Stefanus sighs, cupping water between his hands before splashing it over his face again. It had been a long campaign. The fact they’d won and the fact he still lived were beyond him.
Peace with Syria at last. It seemed unbelievable. He was going to go home now, retire, live the rest of his life in moderate luxury. There were perks to joining the Emperor’s Legion.
“Legatus! The Tribunus calls for your presence!” Stefanus turns, standing as he takes in the soldier who’d delivered the message. A young man, one he’d come to know well, a good soldier. Stefanus places his helmet over his head with a nod, moving back to his horse and climbing astride.
“Lead the way, Markus.”
He follows the centurion through the small town, sand and dust flying up in small clouds with the wind. Syria was a dry place, beautiful in its own right, but nothing like Rome. Stefanus longed to see his city once more.
He’s brought to the main house of the town, the home of the chief here, and he dismounts easily, handing his reigns off to Markus who waits behind as he approaches Tribunus Lucius, his Commanding Officer, standing with the local Prince.
“Here he is, The Legatus. Look at him, a strong man I tell you, my best soldier. He will serve well, I promise you.” Lucius says, slapping Stefanus on the back as he bows his head in respect. They no longer fought these people, there was no need to disregard the status of the Prince.
“What am I being volunteered for now?” He says, and the Prince looks him up and down before clapping his hands.
“A strong man indeed! We will feast tonight in celebration.” He ignores Stefanus’ question and moves off to speak to his servants in his own tongue. Stefanus turns to Lucius, frowning.
“Walk with me a moment, Legatus.”