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Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Dad!AU)

Summary: Ransom Drysdale, a man who didn’t make wise decisions in his teens. Wasting three years of his life in jail, he takes his freedom for another two. Little did he know, a woman he long ago had a thing for, ends up leaving him with a 16-year-old for the holidays. Hazel Rose Drysdale. His daughter.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

This takes place after Knives Out. Family will be mentioned/shown, there will be minor spoilers for Knives Out.

Warnings: Bad parenting, swearing, Ransom being an asshole, minor spoilers for Knives Out, angst, mentions of murder/jail, minor mental abuse, mentions of abortion/pregnancy, Mentions of suicide

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Being free was something he’d never experience after jail. Two years after release, he never felt better. Everything was different. His parents never called him at all, sure they were pissed about losing their will for the house and everything inside. Marta was never mentioned since that happened. Five worthless years with the Thrombey and Drysdale families.

He was fine after his three years in jail. It was hell, he made a couple friends with just a few punches. Being the most charismatic and asshole, he made himself stand out more and he didn’t fear that. He kept his distance between certain men, almost half of them were murderers like him. But theirs were gruesome. Many of them called him the Amateur Senior Killer.

Just like he said to Detective Blanc, his lawyer got him out of a life sentence. So he spent his time going to bars and meeting women as the usual thing he did since. Linda still had Ransom as her son but she never had the guts to speak to him. She’d send him money if she wanted to. Ransom made some off of things he can’t explain to others.

With a swift push for his front door to open, Ransom stepped in and closed his door roughly. His lights were all on, the orange sunset light-like lights dimmed the home as warm and welcoming. His floor to ceiling windows looked out to the trees and other homes that were all large spaces apart from each other. His was at the end of the road and happened to be one of the most expensive homes there. Boston wasn’t cheap. Though he could afford the house.

And then his phone went off.

He groans and slips his coat off, dropping it on the head of the couch and digging into his pocket. The third ring was cut off once he pushed the green button on the unknown number.

“Hello?” He blurts into the phone. “Hugh?” A female voice says, Ransom furrows his brows and closes his eyes shut. “Who is this?” He asks. The woman on the other end sighed softly. “It’s me.”

“Who?” He was really getting irritated by the lack of answering the damn ‘who is this’ question. “Y/N.” Ransom turns his head to the corner of the room, brows aching by how long he held them furrowed. He chuckles softly, “Is this the blonde chick? I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not interested anymore.”

“It’s Y/N L/N,” You said into the phone more forcefully. You turn to Hazel who sat on the couch listening to your conversation. You quirked a brow at her. Hazel really wanted to be with this asshole?

“You?” He asks, sounding surprised yet sounding sarcastic, “Well, it’s been a while.” You look at your fingernails, sucking on the inside of your cheek before grinning sarcastically that he couldn’t see. “It has,” You replied in a monotone. “So... where are you now?” He asks, you slightly turn your head to that question. “In San Francisco.”

“You’re living in a shit city, you know that, right?” He asks, you slightly laugh. “The city’s nice. So far for 16 years, we’ve been doing pretty good.”

“How are your parents?”

“What do you care?” You asked, you could tell Ransom was grinning on the other end. Who knew you were feisty these days. Ransom stares out his window, imagining where you’d be standing. Watching across the country to see each other as if you were just a few feet away. Some kind of force pulling you two in. A negative one.

He shrugs, “Just starting a conversation.”

You turn away from your window and stare at the mirror in front of you. Ransom shoves his other hand in his pocket and sighed softly. “How is she?” He wondered. You turned to sit on the edge of your bed, “She’s fine.” Your eyes look down into your lap and your other hand pulls the edge of your shirt.

“She wants to see you.”

Ransom scoffed a laugh, “See me?” By his response, you already knew it was going to be difficult for him to not refuse. It would have to take years for him to accept it. But with the amount of thinking of it, it could change his mind. “She wants to fly over to Boston and-” Ransom chuckles again. “-She wants to visit.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve been a hell of a lot busier than I was 5 years ago. So, sorry to crush a little girl’s dream.” Ransom turns away from the window and heads over to the living room. Ransom then heard you scoff. “Bullshit, you sat on your ass all day and night while your mom shined your damn shoes. I’m guessing you would have some hooker do that now, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t do relationships,” He deadpans.

“Yeah, after what we did.”

“After what you did,” He replies. Ransom was just about to start pushing your buttons now, so you stood up, “It wasn’t my fault. An asshole like you wants to pop his cherry, not me.”

“You’re the one who said yes.”

You rolled your eyes, “How much are you willing to do it? Name your price.” Ransom smirks confusingly, he laughs, “You’re that desperate to get rid of her.” You shook your head, “No! I’m doing this for her! Sixteen years and you’re scared to be in the same room with her.”

“I’m not scared of anything, I could care less. My father has been a dick to me since I was born. So why be there for her?”

“You’re her father, Hugh,” You replied, “If anything you’re an asshole.”

“That’s nothing new to me. Try another,” He taunts, you realized how much he loved to hear you shout at him. Like he had a bottle for every argument you had and he could sell those bottles a dollar each and get a couple hundred bucks out of it. It could be some turn-on for him. So you scoffed, “Oh, I have more. I rather not say it while she’s in the other room.”

“She doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t bother her to look up your damn name.”

“She would have the chance now if she knows my name. Not everyone lives a happy life, so tell her her father doesn’t want her around and that she will never see this face.” You inhaled sharply to let out more words till you heard the click of line die. Pulling your cell away, his number disappears and your phone returns to your home screen. A picture of you and Hazel at the park with smiles on your faces. Who knew if you didn’t have smiles on your faces if Ransom was still in your life. His family who were completely crazy and every get-together was a total freak show.

You’d be tugging out your hair every day and night, having to worry about someone who was controlling and only cared about what he had in his bank account. Only cared about getting laid every night at the bar. But if you were with him, maybe rent wouldn’t be this hard for you. You’d probably have a better job than a journalist. Became a writer instead. Wrote about something similar to your daughter’s grandfather’s stories.

Though he no longer existed, the company Blood Like Wine Publishing was given away to a young woman. You believed her name was written in the article years ago when the police closed in on the case and arrested someone from the home. Ransom.

He attempted to murder his own grandfather or have someone take his place murdering Harlan, but didn’t get him far with a blackmail and the killing of their housekeeper. Arson for the small clinic and this was something that shocked you years ago. Ransom was the black sheep of the family, you knew it from the first day you met him.

A quiet kid at first, but weeks later he became a spoiled asshole who pushed every kid into dark pits. You remembered how many times he got you into trouble when you simply just followed him around like a lost dog. He was suspended almost every week. He was never expelled and the rumors spread that his family threatened the school if they ever did expel the boy.

In high school, he got more quiet. The rude comments never faltered. Every day, his face was always dead stare. For hours, he’d go on about how mad his family was. Ain’t that the truth. Never in your life saw Ransom kill someone. You did think of it but never thought he was that crazy to do so.

Desperate for money. That’s what he wants and you tried to offer him some just so your daughter could see him for once. You worried if he would threaten her and she’d do something irrational and it’d be his fault. But for the most of it, it would be yours. Letting your daughter stay with him. You would consider being the worst mother in the world. If Ransom doesn’t call back, then there would be bad news for your daughter, Hazel. You figured Ransom would say no and it disgusts you that you called him for an answer you knew he’d say. You open the door to the small living room sharing itself with the kitchen, you realize Hazel was in her room with the light on. You almost forgot about the dinner you planned to make so you pulled out the pasta and began to make macaroni and cheese.

During the dinner, you two ate at the table and began to finish up until Hazel cleared her throat. “So… did you…?” You peer up at her and softly breathed through your nose. “I…” You began, but the words weren’t ready to come out, but you had to think, “...did, but there was no answer. He might have changed his number.” Hazel looked down at her plate and took a spoonful of pasta. “But I’ll promise you, I’ll show you what Boston looks like.” Hazel was starting to almost pout but she kept her emotions to herself. “Rosie, baby…” You reached for her hand and gently held it. “Your father was not a good person years ago even when I was your age. His family is just as bad. I want to do what you want to do, but I also want to protect you because they never protected me.”

You let go of her hand and sighed.

Ransom was throwing off his coat after noon and felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He picks it up, “Hi, I’m a little busy. Can you call me another time?” He asks. “Mr. Drysdale, you can’t just reject the help.” He smirks and adjusts the phone, “Uh, yeah, I don’t pay for a therapist, my mother did, her money not mine, so I can reject it.”

“That’s not how that works, Ransom. After your release, the judge suggests you look into treatment and coping with your family’s problems with someone who can help you.” Ransom sits down and sighs, “Gwen, I just don’t feel like talking about myself or my family. Fuck them.” Gwen is Ransom’s current therapist after his release and in the first weeks of it, his sessions with her were the worst of his life. He felt like he was forced to talk about everything and he didn’t share a lot of it. Everything was about his family and his grandfather that he didn’t want to talk shit about.

“I’m assuming something bad came up in your week, Ransom.”

“Fucking ex called me last night about a our daughter wanting to come to Boston, but fuck her.”

“A daughter?” Gwen asks. “Not my kid,” Ransom scoffs. Gwen hums on the other end, “Have you been intimate with this ex?” Ransom drew his head back into those days of high school. “Like a horn-dog.” Gwen responds with a soft okay. Ransom realizes he’s been pushed without thinking, “But that’s not what I want to talk about.”

“I think we should,” Gwen says, “There may be something to resolve with it.” Ransom shakes his head, “I left her when I was 18 after that I didn’t have any problems. Except my mother flipping over that I have a daughter roaming around but I’m sure that bitch cheated.” Gwen hums again, “We can talk more about this daughter of yours on Thursday. So I’ll set the appointment and I hope you come and drop by, Ransom.”

“I don’t think s–”

“Goodbye.” Ransom stops and the line dies, his hand falls to his thigh and he stares at his phone. His fingers grip the edge of his case and he yells, throwing his phone across the room. “Fuck!” Ransom didn’t know why he got angry, was it the idea of his therapist knowing his daughter is roaming on this earth or that his ex is still alive?

You were in the office, typing away on another paper about the ideal of financial planning and it was due in the next day or two. “How’s the paper going?” Charles asks, peering over the small separating walls. You jump at the slightest, “Oh, it’s going well, I just need a couple more sentences and it should be able to go into the papers.” Charles gives you his softest grin of approval, “Fantastic, Eddie will be so pleased.” Charles stayed there until you made your way to the copy machine and printed out the papers. He leaned on the counter. “Are you doing okay?” He asked. You look up to him and pinched your brows inward.

“Yes? Why?”

“I can tell by how tense you are.”

“I’m fine, I just didn’t get enough sleep,” You chuckle it off and staple the papers together. “Maybe you should take the rest of the few hours off then, sweetheart.” You smiled softly at him and shook your head. “I can’t do that.” Charles shrugs, “Not if I say so.” You peer at him. He nods you off, “Go take it off, or allow me to get you some brunch.”

“My lunch break doesn’t start till 12.” Charles takes the papers out of your hand gently and hands them to Susan. “Can you slide these into Eddie’s bin, please?” She nods and walks off with them allowing you to somewhat relax. He gestures. “Come on, I’ll take you to Homeroom.” You follow Charles down to the large parking lot and see his car parked in the Reserved Area.

He opens the passenger door for you and you politely thank him as he hums and closes the door after you. Charles was always a man with a king heart, you never noticed if he has a wife or his own kids, but you never see a ring on his finger. “Alright,” He sighs, sliding in the driver’s seat. “I hope you like mac and cheese, Homeroom is known to have such good food.”

You didn’t reject his offer of choice because you were there before but so long ago. You couldn’t help but admire Charles as such a great person you have ever met.

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Hey Yall! I wanted to let you know that I'm still here and also show you a estimated map to Love & Lies stories.

These titled lands will be introduced and some will be featured in the story. Hope you enjoyed this.

This is also just an idea, I'm debating to make the land longer and fit in the geography of Europe which is probably not planned well.

If you want to know the Ethnics of the Kingdoms, Saphire is known to be the French while Ames Oro is between American and British and Stygian is known to be Icelandic.

Worlds can be different so my world is not similar to our actual world and the other kingdom of Ethnics are Romanian, Swedish and Spanish. You have been introduced to some of those Royals.

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 & 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈

Chapter III

Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, War, Fantasy Tropes Summary: Two kingdoms on the urge of bringing peace between their lands. A benevolent princess who finds music as a fun hobby and invests herself in books. And a belligerent prince who takes whatever he claims his and will soon be crowned for king. Relationship: Prince!Ransom/Princess!Reader

Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

Huge thanks to @captain-a-rogerss to the edit of Prince!Ransom. Give her some love as always!

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Author’s Note: Sorry for delay, I wanted to make this chapter extra special and I also had to gather information I forgot after a year so the plot and character don’t ruin themselves by my absence

The rest of the night felt like a total nightmare. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s completely forgot about the recent comments that you spoke lastly. You were lucky for most of the parts that they never mentioned anything else about you, but the feeling of having Linda’s son sending you a death look. Not a single second made you think less of him. You were considered a better Royal than him.

Without a significant other, you could handle a kingdom on your own.

Perhaps you didn’t want to take your father’s throne. If James was able to skip his coronation, could you do the same? Skip the princes and do something better than just sit on the chair and hear about the village's life problems when you could do something huge outside your home. Build homes for those who sit out in the cold.

Royals always thought less for the poor. If Ransom couldn’t help, you were the generation to do it yourself. He would just have to stay out of your way.

You hear a faint knock on your door and the door creaks open. “Good morning, Y/N,” Brodie says, you turn away from your window, wearing your silky blue gown, giving your dear friend a smile. “Good morning, Brodie. What’s the occasion?”

She grins, “Your mother has insisted on having you downstairs. She would like to speak with you.” You fully turned and nodded. You were the first to leave your room, Brodie following behind. If your mother speaks about dinner last night, you would have to reason with her. And you know how much she loved the family. You felt like you were the bad person in the room when they came. But the real answer was the family.

Even your town was afraid of them.

Your mother never knew about the incident of punching Ransom. If you did, she may lock you up in a tower. Your father had kept the incident from her because he knew her more than you did. She didn’t know the full reason why he sent you to that Manor. Your mother only agreed to it with no questions. You could hear your mother chatting to one of the maids as she sat at the long table.

“Morning, Ma cherie. Je vous en prie, asseyez-vous,” Your mother says, you listen and take a seat right next to her. Her gentle eyes scanning the letter, she hums, “How was your ball, yesterday?” You peer up at her, finally grinning. “It was wonderful. I’m sure Angelica would have one for her sixteenth?”

Your mother nods, “Yes, of course. We would’ve done that for yours, but sadly your father sent you off to that manor,” She shook her head while you drew your eyes away, sheepishly. “Also, your father and I were talking about your betrothal. I’m sure that’ll come in a few months, don’t you think, ma cherie-?”

You reach for your face and sighed, “Mother, please, can we-” Her hand lifts up to stop you mid-sentence, “Ah-ah. Miss Brodie, darling, can you excuse us for a moment?” She asks. Brodie’s face beams up, bowing her head, “Yes, Your Grace.” Seconds later, you’re left with your mother in the large room. She taps your forearm, “Don’t touch your face, darling. Hands down.” You sigh, turning to her. “I can’t do marriage. I’m not ready-”

“Och. Darling, your brother was to be crowned 10 years ago and he chose to be with a poor lovely woman, your sister wants to be the fairest of them all and you… you don’t want this?”

“What I don’t want is having to submit to someone. Yes, I wanted to be queen alone, but I found something else-” You drop your shoulders, helplessly, taking your mother’s hand in yours to have her understand. It only made her shake her head, “This is what has to happen.” You lowered your head and shook it.

You hear your mother click her tongue, taking your chin, “The only reason we do this...is to have those who we trust to take our place. And you can’t do that alone. No one could,” She lifts your chin up to look up at her. She grins, “We’ll talk more later on. Go on.” You lifted yourself from your seat and left the room. You figured Brodie was somewhere else, so you headed to the stables just outside. Slowly meeting up with your shire horse, Oliver.

“Morning, Oliver,” You say, rubbing your hand down your horse’s back. Oliver sputters towards you as you add the saddle and situated it before getting on. You pat her side, “Let’s go down the river for a bit, okay?” You take the shank in hand and gently guide yourself down the small trail. Your horse takes you down the trail through the woods with flowers and bright green grass.

So much hadn’t changed since, the creek you remembered when you skipped rocks and dropped flowers, watching them glide down the ripples.

The amount of bunnies you had in the forest. Your mother gave you a pet bunny once. You weren’t sure how the poor thing got away. Your horse sputters softly and you hear rustling in the brush. Your horse comes to a stop for you to look around. The sound of galloping horses filled your ears and people were shouting.

Your horse lifts up its front hooves causing you to scream in fright as three men are chasing a couple deer down the trails. You couldn’t help but scowl. “Excuse me!” You call out, one of them comes to a stop while the other two continue to chase the deer. “Yes, milady?” He asked, his familiar uniform gave you the hint of a guard.

The similar Lion button was on the front of his horse's chest and his sword was gold and the handle was a leather brown for grip. You hear another pair of horse’s hooves. “Head on, Francis. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

“No, Your Highness,” You hear him say, turning his horse’s head to hunt down the deer. You turn and see Ransom on his dark horse. He ogled yours with disgust, “You know they do have smaller horses for your size. There’s no need to show your pride with that.” You roll your eyes and your horses circled around on the trail. “You know you’re hunting,” You say.

Ransom looks out to the forest and nods, smugly, “Yeah, it’s the season. I have a bigger family than yours, so I’m in charge of hunting.”

You scoff with a grin, “I know you wouldn’t hunt just for food. For your family, you’d call it a sport.” Ransom chuckles at that, lowering his head, looking at the back of his horse’s neck. The ways Ransom had when it comes to hunting, you’ve seen him do it in person. He disgusted you in a way. “And you’re on my land, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom lifts his head up, “Your land?” He asks, “Pardon me, but I don’t think after a day of being welcomed back, you don’t get to command another Royal to leave when you don’t have the upper crown.” You lifted a brow up, cockily, “Ask your men for their sword, I’ll show you.” Ransom’s gaze seemed to darken the second you said that. It didn’t change yours either. Your horses’ continue to circle and you look over to the field.

“My grandfather always told me how much you beat him at Go. He said you had a lot of strategy. Takes years to master.”

“Why, didn’t you?” You asked, chin lifted up like you had the upper hand of being the tougher one here. Ransom halts his horse and so does yours. Your horses’ noses pointing opposite directions, you and Ransom made eye contact. His dark grin grew, “Even if I told you, I wouldn’t try it with you.”

“I know that’s your way of knowing I would beat you,” You replied. Ransom wasn’t always good at anything he did with you. Except that when you two first had your duel, he only became more of an imbecile. Translation: An Asshole. That day, returning after your incident with Ransom who’s probably feeding his family with Blood Elk they find in the Evergreen Mountain. Blood Elks are the rarest animals in the mountain, their red antlers are wide and tough that stories were told to scare children from running up there.

Your father was a hunter when he was young, there was never a time where he didn’t have a hunting story to tell. The time he got bit by one of the most strongest bears in the country or the time he shot an arrow at an eagle flying in the sky. He initially taught your brother, James to hunt and eventually James learned how to skin animals and turn them into rugs or just even small things. James had a weird little thing for the anatomy of animals that he became very smart and learned the anatomy of humans, knowing the weak spots and fatal parts of the body. That’s why he joined a sport down in town facing mercenaries or other men who challenge on a horse and a spear. Jousting was his favorite hobby of all and he won every championship. Training his way into this championship in Winter, he is always out in the fields taking down sandbags in armor off a friendly horse chasing towards him while an instructor assists.

“Darling.”

“Yes, mother?” You asked.

Your mother lifts her head up and smiles, “You're going down to the library in town, are you?” You look down at the book in your hands and close the book, knowing you could read another book. “I might.” Your mother puts her hands on her lap, “I wanted you to go talk to the florist, Miss Nora, she has these flowers from the Spain land, Chocolate Cosmos, so beautiful. You should grab some on your way back.” You then thought now you had to go, you can never refuse a Queen’s request. “Of course— AH!” A large thud hits the table and you look up to see a dead deer. You stand up, startled before you collapse into the arms of the same man you met, the boy’s face drowns with worry. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” You glance at the deer and turn away disgusted that the deer's mouth was open not to your liking.

Ransom peered over the boy’s shoulder and grabbed him, “Let her go,” He growled at his Gillie and the boy helped you back on your feet and let go of you. Your mother and father were more impressed than uncomfortable. Ransom switches his tone, “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Ransom, I didn’t know you were still in the Kingdom,” Your mother says, your father grins and raises his palm. “I allowed him to do a little hunting for my men. They’re so slow when it comes to hunting deer,” Your father scoffed. You gag and the *Gillie boy turns to you. “Well, thank you, Ransom, this is the nicest thing you could do for us. Should we offer you a room? You look tired.” You shake your head, holding your hand to your mouth. “No, thank you, I have somewhere else to go for the evening.” Your father waves him off, “Thank you, Ransom, you’re welcome to take the deer to our butcher, he shall butcher it for dinner tonight.” Ransom bows a couple inches and turns. *Gillie or ghillie is an ancient Gaelic term for a person who acts as a servant or attendant on a fishing, hunting.

The Gillie boy mutters to you, “You alright?”

“I’m okay–”

“Ben!” Ransom shouts, the boy flinches and gently rubs your shoulder before picking up the deer and struggles to carry it behind Ransom to the Butcher. You looked towards your parents and saw yourself out the door. You had your gown in your fists, angrily making your way through the hall. You hear large footsteps behind and you gasp the second you’re pushed against the wall. Ransom towers over you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see your face.”

“What do you mean,” You grit, trying to pull away from him. Ransom grins and looks down at your gown. “All these colors aren’t going to cover up your secrets, Y/N.” His blue eyes look deep into yours. “What are you?” He asked, your eyes glare at him, bringing up the similar voice into your head when you were little.

“What. Are. You?”

You don’t answer that and it makes him smirk, “The thing about deer is that their hearts aren’t close to their chest, it’s more halfway down above their stomach and below their lungs…” Ransom puts his finger on your stomach but you could barely feel it through your corset. “You either take the arrow and fire there–” He gently jabs your stomach, “–Or you take the arrow and strike it to the neck of its arteries.” He points to your neck and lightly pokes it. Stepping away, he smirks and watches you leave, lifting your gown to remove yourself from that hall. Ransom grins and turns down the other way.

The next day, Brodie got you ready in a relaxed gown to go out into town, and two soldiers chaperoned you to the library on your father’s behalf. Brodie tagged along to help you find the flowers when you stop at the florist. If you were to throw yourself off a course of task, it’s a rule that your parents should know you went to another place. Which you wanted to visit the bakery. You skipped the library causing Brodie and the soldiers to stop, “Your Majesty, the library.”

You wave your hand, “I know, I want to do the florist first.” Brodie sighs and follows along with the soldiers who held their swords hilts in their sheaths. You could barely see their eyes but you can tell their lower faces were a curiosity of how handsome their faces were. You walked up to the small flower shop and saw an old woman fixing some flowers on the display. “Miss Nora.”

“Ah, Your Majesty,” She grins, “I know what you’re here for, the Queen asked for a couple dozen of Chocolate Cosmos, my son, Frances traveled to Spain and found these. I always thought your mother was more fond of blue but she has a unique taste.” You chuckled and paid the woman a couple coins, she was in complete awe. “Your Majesty, I can’t–”

“It’s between us,” You winked, the currency you owned was one of the richest gold. Carved in the coin was one of the first Kings of Saphir. The old lady thanked you so kindly, bowing and blessing you with a couple more flowers. Brodie helped you carry some of the flowers gathered in a basket and you made your way over to the library. The castle had a library of its own but there was more of history than there was of nonfiction. You learned to read French by your mother and there were common French books to read, especially Latin. Latin and French are not very distinct from each other but you wanted to learn Latin and many more languages.

“This book, here… Romeo–”

“Read that, already,” You spoke, searching through the books. Brodie steps over to another spine of a book. “Spy of the Stars?” Brodie asked, you looked over and shook your head. “Oh!” You peep, reaching into the shelf to pull out a book with a lack of writing and over worn. “Game Without Glory.” You began to read the first chapter and you began to feel already pulled into it. You and Brodie walk out with a couple other books and the soldiers stiffen themselves up when you turn to them, “Bakery, next.”

“Your Highness, we were ordered to take you back after your visit with the florist and library–”

You sigh and begin to walk towards the Bakery, “I’ll be quick, besides, I think my father would enjoy a tarte framboise.” Brodie tags along and without argument the soldiers follow beside her. The welcoming sign of the Bakery and the smell of French bread and sourdough filled the air when you walked in. “Stop eating those, they’re not for you! You’re lucky I’m making extra.”

“So I can have some–”

“Stop it, James!” The red haired young girl slapped the hand of the Prince. “Are you harassing her in her own bakery?” James turns still leaned on the counter with a grin. “Of course I am not! I’m just eating her delicious tart…” He slips another tart into his mouth slowly. Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls the pan of tarts away from him. James lifts himself off the counter and turns around, “What are you doing out here?” He notices the soldiers outside of the Bakery. “Ah, mom.”

“She wanted me to stop for some flowers but I wanted to stop for something nice.”

Quinn comes back out and brushes off her gown, “Would you like to take a couple rolls I made? It’s a new recipe I made.” You beam at her with delight, “Of course, I would love to try some!” Quinn smiles and leaves to go grab the basket. “Would you like me to take you back?” James asked, “I don’t like that they’re sending you off with soldiers everyday."

All you could ever do was smile, "I don’t mind them, they’re like friends.” James gives you a blank look and then nods, “Alright, then. Be safe back home.” Quinn came back with a basket of rolls and added some fruits on the side. “Oh, this is wonderful, Quinn, thank you so much.” Quinn grins and bows a little bit. “Of course, I hope you’ll like them and your parents, too.”

You chuckle, “I hope not, I don’t want my father to make you into our bakery or something.” Quinn laughs and lightly touches James' shoulder. “I wouldn’t let him,” James added. Brodie picks up the basket of rolls and you sigh, “Alright I’m off, thank you again. I’ll see you another day!”

“Bye, Y/N!”

When you walk out, the soldiers close in to your side as you step down the stairs. On the way back was a chatty walk, you and Brodie were making plans for the day to check on your horse and as well the garden. When you got home, a maid rushed her way down the stairs, almost out of fear. “Your Highness!” She calls, she stops in front of you and bows. “The King has requested to see you immediately.” You asked Brodie and the maid to take care of the baskets and made your way to the Great Hall where your father and mother sat at, they were talking to a woman in a red dress and another man standing beside her and a smaller one just a few inches shorter beside them with his hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

You slowly walk up, brushing your hair off your face and fixing your dress. “Ma cherie,” Your mother touches your father’s hand and he looks. “Ah, look who showed up.”

“Hello, father.”

“You’ve met the Royals of Romania?” You turn and notice the similar faces from your ball, including their handsome son named Rafael. His mother grins, “We’ve been allies for many generations and I’ve come to an agreement that something should be requested and decided before next fall.”

Your father slightly leans to the side, “That’s a long wait, you sure you don’t want a decision immediately?” The Queen steps up once, “I know after the princess’ return every princess is jealous and every prince wants to take her hand and bear their child but I’m letting–” She glances at you, “–the princess decide what she wants.” You picked at your hands and saw Rafael glance at you with a small grin. “Very well–” Your father said, “I will give you a letter if there has been any changes or requests for this matter. There’s no other Royal Family I will allow my daughter to marry, but it is her decision.” You wanted to say no, but you were worried about the consequences of the arranged marriage.

You don’t want to get married. Being sent off to a manor that is filled with more women you can imagine that are put through to behave and learn the way of how women should act. But it was different. You got the reality that there can be a change. You hate men. How disgusting and horrible they are, but there was a source of hope that one could come. But you don’t know if Rafael or Samuels are one of those men.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The Queen bows, “Bringing our Kingdoms together can break the ideal of war between the others.” The King nods and waves them off, the King and Queen of Romania leave but the son stays and turns to you. He takes your hand gently by giving you a look of consent and you allow him to take your hand and kiss your knuckles softly, still looking into your eyes with gleam. “Do think about it,” His accent was so smooth it had you struck with thought when he walked away with his parents. Your father’s strong gaze ripped you out of the trance.

“Father, I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t want to get–”

“I know you don’t want to, but this is the choice of life or death,” He stands up, “I don’t know if you’ve heard recently there’s a Royal who’s trying to get the throne. They call him the Royal of War. His whole Kingdom was destroyed into ruins by every Kingdom because their generations are considered the weak Royals, but now his last generation is him and he will do anything to get to us.”

You realize, now. Marrying can stop war, your biggest fear was being in a war. The blood and the dead bodies have been haunting you ever since you heard stories about the Saphir Wars many decades ago. Your ideal of a world was peace. You didn’t argue back and nod once with a bow. “I’ll think about it.” Your father nods with great content and waves you off.

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I feel like I need a makeover for my blog. Should I do it?

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Chris is really out here trying to kill me with his sexiness

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can i request a steve x reader he leaves the reader for peggy and then regret, when he comes back he learns that the reader was pregnant and their child (a son) is 1 now and it's just all fluff. tyyy 🥺💕

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Death Grievance, and idk more baby fluff.

REQUESTED

A/N: Well, well, well, i do feel like this one was rushed but sorry on my part and sorry for such a long wait, I hope whoever requested this is still active and I given the much fluff that I could. Enjoy :)

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This day was known to you for your entire life, the day Tony created a time traveling device to bring back humanity, you knew in your lover’s mind, would look forward too. You talked about it before the mission to travel back in time with the team. “Go.”

“What?”

Steve tried to look for a glance of your eyes to convince himself you were serious. “After this is all done…” You say below a whisper, trying not to cry. “This is your chance, Steve.” He was confused to even speak until you turned around and looked up to him. “You can finally live in your own time–” Steve began to shake his head, knowing your mind was not in the right place to say things like this ever since their friends disappeared after the snap. “Don’t. I’m not going back–”

“But you’ve long for her, Steve. I’ve known it for so long–”

“But I have you,” Steve caresses your cheek but you don’t lean into it like you used to, “I found you and you gave me a life.” You shook your head and you failed to keep tears from falling. “You have another chance at life. A chance to live your timeline, Steve.” He brushes your hair out of your face, “But I choose this.”

“Give it some time to think, then. I want you to be with her. I love you so much, but it’d make me happy to see you in your time and your love.” Steve couldn’t fight back anymore, your mind was made up at that moment and maybe you were just in a state where you couldn’t think. So he gently kisses the top of your head and whispers, “Okay.” After the mission and successfully causing another destruction of a war, bringing back friends and family. You managed to fracture an arm and managed to save a life. “Return the stones and we can finally live in peace,” Tony said. It was a terrifying moment where Tony had lost his arm due to the use of the Gauntlet to end the war. “Hey, there’s my armless friend,” Tony says, in a monotone voice.

“I still have both my arms, Tony,” You replied with a small grin. He grins, “Well, in just a few days, I won’t be armless either. I’m a mechanic, yknow that?” You chuckled softly and looked up to see Sam, following up with Bucky and then… Steve. He was dressed in the uniforms for the Quantum Realm, holding a case and the scepter of Loki’s, standing on the platform. He was smiling at the boys until he lost it when he saw you. Last night, he finally made the decision.

“So?”

“I’m going back,” He says. It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but it still made you happy.

You smiled weakly, “I know.”

There was no kiss given after that nor ever since the first time you two talked about it. You two were spaced from each other. Though he still wore the ring and you wore yours. You noticed that Steve pulled something from his body and handed it to Bucky, talking to him and Bucky glanced at you then smiled. Sam too glances and waves. “So…” Tony says, walking towards you, “...how we feeling?” You looked over to Steve and saw him determined to drop off the stones and scepter at once but you smiled, “I’m happy.” Then Tony saw you walk away without saying Goodbye to Steve.

The next day, you woke up with a horrible sound in your throat. You jump up and rush over to the bathroom, feeling things come up in an instant. A soft knock hit your door and in came Bucky, “Y/N?” He calls, he notices the light in the bathroom was on. “In here!” You call back, he comes towards the bathroom and gently knocks. “You okay?” You came out and had a toothbrush in your cheek. “I guess I ate something bad from the fridge. That casserole Natasha made.”

“Yeah, that’s probably been in there for a while.” You groan and spit out the paste into the sink. Bucky leans on the door frame, “I just want to know how you’re feeling after what happened yesterday or earlier–” You turn around and sigh, “I’m fine, Buck. I just…” You touch your forehead, “I’m just tired of everything.” Bucky nods and makes his way over, “I know.” He gently pulls you into a hug. “I got something that Steve wanted me to give to you–”

“I don’t want it.”

“But I think he wants you to,” Bucky slides something heavy in your hand and something small along with it. He gently slips from your arms and walks out. You open your eyes and glance down at your hand to see a small notebook and a ring. Steve’s Wedding ring. Its gold never lost its shine and his book filled with things he wanted to watch or read. Even small notes about what he loved about this timeline. What he loved about you. There are sketches of you in any scenario whenever he sees you. You slid against the wall and began to cry, holding the ring and the book close to you.

1949, New York

The soft music playing in the back was just like what it was before. The sun shining through the silk curtains and the cars passing by. Her arms wrapped around his arms and her usual red velvet lips pulled into a smile. When the music ended, Steve twirls Peggy and holds her, slightly swaying. “You’re really not going to tell me what happened in the future?”

Steve grins and rubs her back, “It’s better not to. It’s in good hands no matter what.” Peggy pulls away and lets go of his hand, “I got to do some work, would you mind cleaning the dishes?” Steve nods and smiles. “Of course.” Peggy heads into her office, leaving Steve on his own to do what he needed to do. Making his way over to the kitchen, he trips over something behind the couch, peeking out under it. He noticed it was the Advanced Tech suit. Reaching for it, he picks it up, observing it again before something falls onto the floor with a clank. He looks down and sees an open compass. Reaching down for it, he lifts it up and he suddenly drops. A picture of Y/N. There was a moment where he suddenly forgot about Peggy and replaced the image but you gave him something he never thought he’d have in life. It was different from being with Peggy, he wasn’t so sure what it was but it felt different, things he wanted from Peggy was what he got from Y/N.

Even after a few months with Peggy, he felt off. “Who’s she?” Peggy asked, Steve flinched and turned around to see Peggy who didn’t look upset. “Can I see?” She asks, Steve lets her take the picture and she grins. “She’s beautiful.”

“She was.”

Peggy looks up to him and she softly grins, “You loved her, didn’t you?” Steve didn’t want to admit it but he did. Peggy could read him and she pushed the compass to his hand. “Go back.” Steve lifts his head up to her. “What–” Peggy cuts him off, sincerely. “You spent more years with her than you have with me. I can tell you have regrets. You loved her, married her and you just let that strong woman tell you to come back to me.” Peggy holds his hand and kisses it. “You need to go back. This regret is going to take over you and make things worse.” Steve lowers his head and tightens his grip on the compass.

2025

You woke up to the sound of wailing. Getting up from your bed, you make your way over to the other room, “You are such a light sleeper like your father, son.” You pick up your little boy from the crib and bring him to your bed to lay with you. Your son was just one year old and he was your little soldier. You struggled to take care of him because of how much he resembles Steve. His blue eyes and blonde hair, usually after a bath, his hair would raise up as if static was pulling his hair up. Your son coos and lays on his stomach, looking over to you as you fall asleep again. You wake up and notice your son is missing. You jump up and rush to search for him until you hear his Godfather’s cooing. You turn the corner and see Bucky playing with your son on the floor with the toys, Bucky turns and grins. “He’s almost walking, you know?” Bucky was helping your son balance on his feet, urging him to walk forward while holding him.

“If you’re still tired, you can go back to bed, I can handle this little booger–” Your son smiles at him and you smile. “I might get cleaned up and take him with me to visit a friend.” Bucky nods and turns his gaze to you. “I’ll feed him and dress him.” You thanked him softly and left to take a shower. After washing up, Bucky managed to dress him up and feed him. You put your son in the car seat, buckling him in, making sure the mirror above him is fixed to allow you to see him through your rearview mirror. “Love you, bubba,” You place a kiss on his forehead and close the door to drive into town. Every Thursday, you visit a friend of yours and show her how much your son has grown and ask for some advice since she was there for you all the time.

You pull into the driveway and see the headstones lined up. You gently take your son out of the car and make your way over to one of the headstones. “She’s your aunt, now. If she was here, bubs, she’d be your godmother.” Your son coos and chews on his finger. Crouching down in front of the headstone, you read the name. Natasha Romanoff. You place your son next to you, holding him as he looks over to the trees and the leaves blowing. You were in your thoughts, listening for some thoughtful answer to give her some hope. You got so lost that you didn’t realize your son left your arms. You didn’t notice he was actually walking one step at a time to something behind.

You hear him coo and your head snaps to look. “Hey!” You stand up and your face drops. Your son was now in the arms of his father. His smile was struggling to appear because he was in disbelief, “This one knows who his father is, does he?” Steve says. You smiled with tears falling down your face as Steve made his way towards you. Wrapping your arms around him, you began to sob into his arms. “I thought you were–”

“I know, I know,” He says, leaning his cheek on your head, smiling at the usual fragrance smell you always had that smelled so good, “Someone told me that you’re my life, right here.” You smiled weakly and held both your favorite boys in your arms. “Please tell me you’re really here…” You breathe out, Steve pulls away to look at you and kisses you. This kiss felt more real than ever, it was the best feeling you’ve felt ever since the last week Steve had left. Your son chatters causing you two to pull away and smile at him. “Let’s go home,” Steve says, smiling with such pure happiness. It wasn’t too long that Steve instantly started becoming the greatest person in the house. You can hear him and your son playing, even chatting with Bucky who was happy to have Steve back. Everyone was happy and you never felt like you were neglecting yourself and your son anymore.

Steve watched his son walk towards him, holding a small toy, “You walk so good, better than Bucky.”

“Hey, I got a sore limp, okay?” Bucky retorts, Steve chuckles and kisses his son’s cheek. “I think it’s bedtime for you, soldier,” Steve stands up and makes his way over to the chair to rock his son in his arms. Your son babbles at Steve and he gives him a stare, “Language, soldier. I didn’t ask.” Your son laughs and it causes his father to laugh.

You were busy finishing up some paperwork of payments or just anything having to do with manufacturing for the industries of the Avengers. It was pretty late and you were relaxed knowing Steve was able to be there, but you weren’t too sure if Steve was retiring from Avengers work or taking a short break, for now, your family is now your priority. The lights went out when you left and you heard Steve in the bedroom. Peaking through, you see him sitting on the chair with your son in his arms, asleep. You laugh softly causing Steve to look up, he smiles.

“I can never get him to sleep within his bedtime,” You say, Steve looks down at his son and shakes his head. “Just needs a little patting and singing. Just like what you do with me.” You grin knowing Steve does fall asleep when you hum his favorite song and rub his back. You watch as he slips the baby into the crib and tucks him in. “I hope I’m being a good father. I’m sorry I didn’t know about this–” You take Steve’s shoulder and rub it, “It’s okay, I didn’t know either. You’re such a great father.”

“I’m just glad he doesn’t have anything that I had as a baby.”

You lean on his arm, “Even if he does, he’s going to beat up every bad guy in an alleyway.” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his side. Steve never knew he would miss such a great memory of spending his time with people who are truly his family. You and his son. Peggy would be very happy no matter what and that she has her own loving family. “I love you,” He says, you glance at him and he’s already looking at you. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, too.” He kisses you softly and hugs you after pulling from your lips. This feeling wasn’t going to die for the both of you.

You were sleeping but felt something crawling on the side of you, turning around, you open your eyes and see your son’s blue eyes and his large smile. “Say, ‘Good morning, mama’,” Steve says behind him, laying down as well. You smiled, “Good morning, my son.” Your son lays down with a plop and Steve reaches around and tickles him. “You’re vulnerable, you’re in no man’s land!” He says, your son giggles and kicks his feet. You laugh with them and brushed the blonde strands out of your son’s face. That day, you thought about bringing Steve and your son to go visit Tony. There were a lot of fun activities, you thought about having your son play with Morgan who very much loves him so much. Steve thought about putting his and his son’s feet in the water, which your son kept kicking the water and splashing all over, soaking Steve’s pants.

Apparently at the time, you never stayed at the Avengers Headquarters and stayed with the Starks, so the photo album they had, had your pregnancy pictures and as well little pictures of your son when he was first born and his growing up progress. Steve enjoyed seeing the pictures of you being pregnant, you were just so beautiful no matter how big your stomach was and it made him slightly sad that he wasn’t there during it. The pictures of his son made him happy, too, seeing his first birthday pictures and his time with Morgan and Tony. It was a nice thing to see. That day, they had ended the night and Steve was waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. Your son slept in the other room with Bucky since he wanted him for the night. Steve noticed you walked in and he made his way over to you. “I’m so tired–” You yawn, before you could speak again, Steve kissed you hard that time making you pull back in surprise. “Steve–?”

“I want a new photo album.”

“Huh?” You ask in confusion. He chuckles, “I want a photo album of us.” He gently places his hand on your stomach, “And I want to live through this part.” Your eyes widened and you realized now why Steve was like this. You didn’t say anything and gave him another kiss. He smiles in the kiss and whispers an ‘I love you’ before carrying you to bed. He then got to live through the life he missed.

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