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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.
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Part 27
<Part 26<
The Royal carriage of York New...
You ran your thumb over your pendant nervously as you stared out of the carriage window, an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to jump on the back of Storm and charge to the Abbey so you could be in Steve's arms.
You let out a startled gasp as the carriage came to a sudden stop. You lurched forwards along with Morgana, holding onto her as Tony caught the two of you.
You looked at him with a panicked look. "Tony?"
He held his hands up in front of you as he peered out of the window to see what was going on. His brow furrowed with a huff. "Wait here." He ordered as he opened the door and got out of the carriage.
Morgana cuddled closer to you and looked up at you. "I'm scared." She whispered.
"I'm not." You offered her a smile to cover your lie and moved to look out of the window, frowning as Pietro charged past on his horse.
"Princess," Bucky jogged up to you. "Please, stay inside." He stood before you, blocking the door and your view out of the carriage.
"What's going on, Bucky?" You asked. "Is something wrong?"
Bucky looked back at where Tony stood and nodded with a soft sigh. He looked back to you and then to Morgana. "Just some interesting news from the castle..." He smiled at Morgana, although you could tell from how his brow furrowed he was lying. "Nothing to worry about. Sir Pietro, is on his way to share the news with, King Steven. I'm sure he'll tell you all about it once he sees you." He winked at Morgana making her giggle and hide her face in her hands. He looked back at you and nodded. "It's fine."
You nodded and drew in a deep breath, "If you say so..."
Bucky nodded before he stood to the side, opening the door for Tony as he approached the carriage once more.
Your brother gave you a concerned look before he smiled at Morgana. "I need to practice my speech." He declared as he climb back inside the carriage.
Morgana rolled her eyes with a groan and fell back into the seat making you giggle. "Not again, daddy."
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The Abbey of York New where King Steven waits...
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Steve's hands were clasped behind his back as he marched back and forth across the stone floor. Dread and fear eating away at his insides. He needed you by his side where he knew you were safe.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Steven, do stop pacing back and forth. You're going to wear a hole in the floor." Sarah scolded her son with a roll of her eyes.
Steve barely stopped as he looked back at his mother. "My apologies, mother."
Sarah furrowed her brow as she watched him continue. "You're nervous." She stated. Steve nodded as he continued to walk back and forth. "The only other time I've seen you this nervous was your Coronation," Sarah stated. "What troubles you, son?"
Steve drew in a deep breath as he turned to face his mother and dropped himself into the armchair opposite her. "I'm scared, mother. There's so much that threatens our happiness... Y/n's, happiness. And all I want to do is protect her, and my brain is telling me the only way to do that is to lock her up in a tower away from danger..." He shook his head with a chuckle. "But that's ridiculous... Because I know she's far braver and stronger than anyone believes... Plus, she'd just scale the side of the tower to yell at me." He smiled thinking about you.
Sarah smiled as she reached over and took his hand. "You believe." She said. "You've always believed in her. And you've always been there to protect her and fight for her. And you will do so until the day you die." Sarah smiled at her son. "Now, stop worrying. My beautiful daughter-in-law will be here shortly... She can read you like a book and I don't want her-"
"Your Majesty!" Sam burst into the room with Pietro closely behind him startling Steve and his mother.
Steve shot up out of his chair, "What's wrong?"
"A young boy... He came to the castle, Your Majesty," Pietro began as he tried to catch his breath. "... He witnessed... Hydra bandits murder his father in the village... Not long ago."
Sarah gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh, that poor boy."
Steve turned to his mouth. "Mother, please," He took her hand in his. "I assume, Sir Rhodey, has already checked the castle and grounds?"
Pietro nodded. "Everywhere possible after last time."
Steve nodded and looked at Sam. "It has to be a tactic." Steve sighed as he sat down in the armchair.
Sam nodded. "They're trying to scare us."
"How can you be so sure?" Sarah looked between the two.
"Because they'd be stupid to attack today of all days, mother." Steve said as he pulled his pocket watch out and looked at the inscription.
"His Majesty is right," Sam said. "Every Kingdom that Brook and York New allies with, are invited to the King and Princess' wedding. It would be a guaranteed blood bath for Lower East."
Steve nodded and looked at Pietro. "You passed them on your way?"
Pietro nodded with a reassuring grin. "She looks beautiful, Your Majesty."
Steve nodded, a smile filling his face as he looked down at his pocket watch. "Does she know?"
Pietro shook his head. "King Anthony didn't want to worry her before she arrived, nor did he want to scare, Princess Morgana. When I was leaving, Bucky was going to talk to her."
"Bucky will have made sure she wasn't worrying." Sam gave him a reassuring smile.
Steve nodded. "I want to be the one to tell her." He stood up and put his pocket watch away. "Now, no more talk of this, not until we're back at the castle. My beautiful bride is almost here." Steve smiled and held his arm out to his mother. "Shall we?"
Sarah got up and took Steve's arm. "Come along then." She smiled proudly at him.
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The abbey doors were closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the cheering crowds and making your nerves shoot through the roof. After your brief stop on your way to the abbey, dread and fear settled in the pit of your stomach. You were sure something bad was going to happen and stop you from marrying Steve.
"Morgana." Tony huffed as he quickly wandered off after the young girl down a corridor making you giggle.
You turned to Natasha and Wanda, "Could you give me a minute, please? I just need some space to breathe." You asked.
"Of course, Your Highness." They both bowed to you before following Tony to help.
You closed your eyes taking a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you ran a hand over the bodice of your wedding dress.
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"Your Highness," Bucky whispered as he placed his hand on yours to stop them from shaking. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. "King Steven, asked me to give you this before you walked down the aisle." He smiled at you as he handed you an envelope.
You thanked him as you took it, handing your flowers to him with a giggle. The sight of a feared knight holding a bouquet of delicate flowers was amusing. You opened the envelope and began smiling as you read it.
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My love,
I write this in hopes of calming your nerves as you stand on the other side of the chapel doors, minutes away from becoming my darling wife. I promise to love and protect you with my whole heart, body and soul. There's no reason to be nervous, my love.
We will face the enemies together as one. You have my word and love.
I'm just on the other side of those doors and soon you'll be in my arms as my wife and I, your husband.
So hurry along. I miss you.
Your King and soon-to-be darling husband.
P.S. The answer to your riddle is a needle.
You began smiling to yourself, quickly brushing your happy tears away and looked up at Bucky. "Thank you, Bucky, for giving me this."
He shook his head, "It's nothing to do with me, Your Highness..." He smiled. "I also wanted to give you this?" He handed you a red velvet pouch. "Natasha mentioned you still didn't have your something borrowed." He nodded to the pouch. "I wanted you to use this."
You smiled up at him as you emptied the contents into the palm of your hand. Your eyes widened at the beautiful ring that sat there. "Oh, James,"
He chuckled, "I was hoping to get your blessing, Your Highness. You're Natasha's, closest friend... Almost like a sister, even..."
You once again wiped away your happy tears as you nodded. "Of course, you have my blessing, Bucky." You smiled up at him as you safely tucked the velvet pouch away.
Bucky gave you a shy smile as he looked down. "Thank you, Your Highness." He handed you your flowers back.
"Sorry to interrupt." Tony smiled at you. "It's time... Ready?" He asked as he held his arm out to you.
You drew in a deep breath as you nodded. "More than anything." You grinned up at him.
The moment the chapel doors were opened and your eyes met Steve's, your nerves and dread disappeared. You couldn't hear the choir as they sang or the organist play. You couldn't see the hundreds of guests that watched you walk down the aisle. The only thing that you could see before you, the only thing that mattered to you, was Steve.
Steve winked at you, his smile widening as yours did. You were thankful for the veil covering your face, it hid the blush you were sure covering your face. You turned to Tony and gave him a kiss on the cheek making him smile.
He took Steve's hand and put yours in it, "You best take care of her, Rogers, or I'll be coming for you." He warned the younger man as he gave him a stern look, trying to intimidate him before the pair began laughing at each other and shook hands. Tony looked back at you and gave you a kiss on the temple before whispering. "Mother would be proud of you, little princess."
You smiled up at him, trying not to cry at his sweet words.
As Tony sat down, you handed your flowers to Natasha before facing Steve. He raised your veil over your head. "You look beautiful, My love," Steve whispered making you blush even more.
"The same can be said for you, Your Majesty." You whispered back.
It seemed you and Steve were lost in your own world, looking at each other with so much love as he held your hands firmly in his, softly caressing the backs of your knuckles. The storm of negative emotions you'd been harbouring inside had calmed and all it took was Steve's touch.
The Bishop cleared his throat before he began the ceremony, "Blessings and merry meet. Your Majesties, Lords and Ladies, we are gathered here today to join, King Steve of Brook and Princess Y/n of York New, together in holy matrimony. They have asked you here to share in their joy, and to declare their love for one another before you as a community." The Bishop smiled and looked between you and Steve. "Your Majesty, art thou here this day in pledged truth of thy own free will and choice?"
Steve looked at you as he nodded with a grin. "Yes, Father."
The Bishop nodded and looked at you. "Princess, art thou here this day in pledged truth of thy own free will and choice?"
"Yes, Father." You nodded with your own grin. Steve gave your hands a reassuring squeeze as he winked at you making you giggle.
The Bishop smiled, "In as much as, King Steven and Princess Y/n, have pledged their troth to be married this day, we call upon Heaven to bless this union."
You held your breath and your body tensed as you waited for the part you feared most, dread once more filling the pit of your stomach.
"Therefore if anyone can show just cause, why they may not be joined together, by God's Law, or the Laws of the Realm; let them now speak, or else hereafter keep silent for all time.
"Lest it not be overlooked, however, there is rumour amongst the fair princess' people that any such scurrilous objector shall be later beheaded today at the feast for the entertainment and amusement of the Lords and Ladies in attendance." The Bishop chuckled.
Your eyes widened as laughter eruptted throughout the room. Steve shook his head with a chuckle and looked over at where Tony sat. You looked over at your brother with a frown and shook your head as he sat there with a smug grin on his face.
The Bishop looked out to your guests as he waited and once satisfied he nodded before continuing. "There being no objection to this marriage, let us continue."
The Bishop turned to the stand beside him where a sacred blade sat upon a red and gold velvet pillow. The same blade that your brother used during his wedding and the same one your parents used in there's. And it will be the same blade Morgana uses during her wedding when that day comes.
The Bishop holds the sacred blade in his hands and holds it between you and Steve. "Your Majesty, swear on this sacred blade, that there is no reason known to you that this union should not proceed."
Steve placed his right hand over the blade as he bobbed his head. "I do so swear."
The Bishop turned to you, "Princess, is there any reason known to you why this partnership should not be made?"
You placed your hand over Steve's and shook your head before answering, "There is none."
"Heavenly Father, creator of all things both in heaven and Earth, we humbly ask thee to bless this union, may these thy servants seek goodness all the days of their lives, may they be strong in defence of what is right, may they be united as one even as thou art with God. May they be numbered amongst thy sheep. We humbly pray in the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
"I forgot how much these things drag on," Tony muttered under his breath with a heavy sigh. Morgana gave her father an elbow in his side as she scolded him, making Rhodey and others around them chuckle.
You lowered your head to hide your amusement at the pair, quickly straightening yourself as the Bishop cleared his throat and drew everyone's attention back to him.
"Do you King Steven, take unto thyself as husband to Princess Y/n and pledge unto her before God and these witnesses to be her protector, defender and sure resort, to honour and sustain her, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, with all thy worldly powers, to cherish and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"
Steve smiled at you. "I will, with all my heart." He said as he raised your left hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to where your engagement ring sat. You felt your cheeks blush as you heard the ladies of the court in awe.
"Do you Princess Y/n, take unto thyself the Noble King Steven to be thy rightful wife and pledge unto him before God and these witnesses to honour and cherish him, to cleave unto him, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, be his one true and lasting counsellor and solace, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?" The Bishop asked as he looked at you.
You nodded as you smiled at Steve. "I will."
"The rings," The Bishop looked to Sir Samuel with his hand out.
Sam nodded as he patted himself down as searched for the rings, his eyes widening in panic. "Hmm, what would you say if I said, I forgot them?" He asked Steve.
Steve stared at him unamused, "For your sake, you better be fooling around."
Sam began grinning as he pulled the rings out of his pocket and handed them to the Bishop.
You held in your amusement as the Bishop shook his head with a small huff as he snatched the rings from Sam, equally unimpressed by Sam's foolery.
"Heavenly Father, bless these rings which King Steven and Princess Y/n have set apart to be visible signs of the inward and spiritual bond which unites their hearts. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them.
Steve took the respected ring for you and gently slipped it onto your finger as he said, "Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you."
You took his ring and repeated the same words as you slipped the ring onto his finger.
"This circle will now seal the vows of this marriage and will symbolize the purity and endlessness of their love." The Bishop declared to the chapel. "We will now do the ancient hand fastening ritual where three cords will be placed over their joined hands."
Steve's mother made her way up to the pair of you holding a burgundy cord that symbolized romance, partnership and happiness and placed it over yours and Steve's joined hands.
Peter walked up to the two of you next with an ivory cord which stands for peace, sincerity and devotion, and placed that over your hands.
Then Morgana and Tony walked up to the two of you, Morgana holding a gold cord which represents unity, prosperity and longevity, and with the help of her father placed it over your hands. She let out a giggle as Steve winked at her and thanked her.
Tony rolled his eyes and sent Morgana back to her seat where Nanny Friday was waiting for her. He then turned back to you with a smile before he tied the cords together to signify the tying of the knot.
"As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibres, are all the hopes of thy friends and family, and of themselves, for a new life together. With the fashioning of this knot you tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last, your lives now bound, one to another. By this cord you are thus now and forevermore bound to your vow. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger. May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths.
"As your hands are bound by this cord, so is your partnership held by the symbol of this knot. Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which bring strength to this union. Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows. I shall now remove the cords."
The Bishop removed the cords from your hands before continuing to talk, "Thou has pledged truth of thy own free will and sworn upon the sacred blade. Thou hast exchanged rings and been bound together by the ritual of the cords. May it be granted that what is done before the gods be not undone by man." The Bishop smiled, "By the power vested in me by the Realm, I now pronounce you King Steven and Princess Y/n of Brook. Husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Steve gently cupped your face in his left hand, as the chapel filled with cheers and applause. Your eyes closed as you slipped your hand that Steve held up his arm until it rested on his shoulder, letting yourself melt against him as he pressed his lips against yours in a loving kiss.
You pulled back from Steve beaming up at him, "We're married." You giggled.
"We are indeed wife." He grinned at you. He went to give you another kiss but the Bishop cleared his throat.
"Join me in cheer as the newly wedded couple make their way up the aisle on the first of their many journeys together."
The room erupted into cheers once more as Steve offered his arm to you, and the two of you began to make your way up the aisle.
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With the help of your darling husband, the two of you climbed into the royal carriage of Brook and began to make your journey back to the castle.
You looked at Steve and began to blush when you realised he was already looking at you. "What is it?" You asked.
He shook his head and grinned at you. "... I'm just," He let out a soft sigh as he sat forwards and took your left hand in his. "I'm so very happy, my love."
You smiled back at him as you held his hand. "As am I." Then you remember everything that happened before you arrived at the abbey. Your brow creased as you looked at him. "What happened?" You asked making Steve's brow furrow.
"With what, my love?"
"Why did, Pietro, come? Bucky said there was some interesting news from the castle. So what was it?" You asked him.
"Ah, that," Steve nodded, "Well, according to, Pietro, a young boy arrived at the castle in distress. He witnessed his father's murder..."
You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand as you felt tears form. "It was Hydra, wasn't it?" You asked already knowing the answer.
Steve nodded, "Apparently so."
You felt a lump in your throat as you glanced out of the window and saw the crowds of happy villagers cheering and celebrating your and Steve's marriage.
Steve moved closer to you and cupped your cheek with his hand, smiling as you nuzzled into his palm. "I promise you, my love, you're safe. They're not going to try anything, especially today."
You nodded, "I know... But, that poor boy... And his father... What about his mother? Oh, Steve, I feel awful that these poor people have gotten dragged into all this because of some... Bastards!" You huffed. Steve's eyebrows raised in surprise at your outburst. You looked up at Steve with puppy-like eyes as you held his hands in yours. "I want to make sure the young boy and his family are looked after, Steven. Please."
Steve began smiling at you. "I knew you would. I asked Sam to arrange a meeting with the boy as soon as we returned to the castle. Things will be sorted, my love. I promise." He smiled.
You smiled back, "Oh, thank you... Darling Husband." You grinned before leaning forwards and kissing him. "I can't believe we're really married."
Steve chuckled as he sat back in his seat with your hand in his lap. "I know. It feels almost like a dream." He kissed your knuckles and smiled at you. "You've made me the happiest man alive, Y/n. I hope you understand how much I love you. And my vows to you are my law. I will do everything in my power to-" You cut Steve off by crashing your lips against his, your arms around his neck as he let your tongue into his mouth.
After a few seconds you pulled back from him, your face even redder than before as you cleared your throat. "My apologies... But you talk too much," You laughed softly at him.
Steve shook his head with a chuckle, "I was trying to be romantic and woo you with my words, wife."
You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Haven't you learnt by now, husband, that I already trust everything you say to me?"
"As I, you." Steve hummed as he slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you, Y/n." He whispered.
"I love you too, Steve."
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"Where is he, Sam?" Steve asked, as the pair of you walked down the hallway of the castle, your hands intertwined.
"Library, Your Majesty," Sam said. "However, he's not alone."
"Meaning?" Steve raised his eyebrow.
Sam let out a heavy sigh, "King Anthony and his council are... Questioning, the young boy." Sam grimaced as he said the words.
You huffed and pulled your hand out of Steve's as you quickly marched ahead of Steve and Sam, Bucky hot on your trail being careful not to trip on the skirts of your wedding gown.
Steve grinned to himself as he watched you, "That's my wife, Sam."
Sam rolled his eyes playfully, "Yes... That poor girl." He joked receiving a slap on the back of the head from Steve. "Ow."
"Whimp." Steve chuckled and hurried after you.
Tony was slouched in a chair with his hand covering his face as he listened to his council huff and puff at the young boy. He didn't need this, not today.
"Gentlemen," He groaned. "Could this not wait?"
"We need to ask these questions, Your Majesty. Now."
"What if he's a rat, Sire?"
"It could all be a trick."
"We don't even know who he is."
"Perhaps the man that was killed, wasn't even his father."
"Yes! He could be working for Hydra. I bet he is. What better way to get into the castle than to pretend-"
The library doors were suddenly pushed open with force, startling everyone inside the room. Bucky stood on the other side before stepping to the side and allowing you entry.
"That's enough!" You shouted as you stormed into the room.
"This doesn't concern you, Your-"
"ENOUGH!" You snarled. "This is my wedding day! Not a time for you to be interrogating a poor young boy that-"
"Oh, please!" One of the older council members scoffed. "Of course, you would see him as a poor young boy. You're a woman! You don't know anything about this-"
"Watch how you speak to my wife, Sir." Steve stepped into the room and stood by your side as he glared at the older man. He looked over at Tony and raised his eyebrow, "Mind telling me why you're here?"
Tony shrugged and nodded to his council, "Ask them. They seem to think the boy is working for King Brock or-"
"I bloody well am not." The young boy cut Tony off as he scowled up at the old men that stood in front of him making you laugh.
"I believe you," Tony chuckled as he stood behind the young boy. "Gentlemen, perhaps it's time you left. After all, it was King Steven that asked for this meeting."
"Yes... So, bugger off." The young boy stuck his tongue out at them making you laugh even more and the council mad.
"I like him." You looked up at Steve as he nodded.
"He's certainly got some bite, hasn't he?" Steve smiled.
"Gentlemen, King Anthony has asked you to leave." Bucky and Rhodey held the doors open as Peter guided the council members out of them. Once the doors were shut Peter huffed, "That was like herding sheep... Only sheep listen to you."
Steve chuckled and looked at you. "Go ahead, my love." He nodded to the boy.
You smiled lovingly at him before kissing his cheek. You then turned to the boy with a sorrowful look and walked over to him. "Hello, young man."
The boy bowed to you, "Hello, Your Highness."
You crouched down before him with a heavy sigh. "I apologise for those... Old farts."
The young boy smiled at you. "It's alright, Your Highness."
You shook your head. "No, it isn't..." You let out a heavy sigh. "I'd like to talk to you, about what happened?" You asked him with a soft smile. "May I?"
He nodded. "I don't know anything. I swear." He gave you a pleading look.
You nodded, "I believe you, but we need to know everything that you can remember to work out what those men are after." You stood up with Steve's help and held your hand out for the young boy to take. "Trust me?"
He nodded and took your hand. You smiled down at him and lead him over to the bottom of the stairs where you sat down. The young boy sat down beside you.
"Now, first things first... My name is Y/n." You smiled at him.
He laughed, "I know who you are, Princess."
You chuckled, "Yes, well, it's always polite to give your name. And besides, you don't have to be formal when it's just us."
The young boy looked up at the others as they all took a seat nearby.
"Will you tell me your name?" You asked.
He nodded, "Harry." He whispered.
"Pleasure to meet you, Harry..." You shook his hand. "I'm sorry for what happened to your father."
He shook his head as he looked down. "It's not your fault." He sighed. "So... What do you want to know? I've already told, Sir James, everything I saw."
"We know you have, but the Princess and I would like to hear it for ourselves," Steve said.
"And me. It is my Kingdom after all." Tony added under his breath making you roll your eyes.
"Well, why were you in the alley? Let's start there." You smiled warmly at him.
"We were on our way to watch you pass in the royal carriage."
You felt a lump in your throat as you looked over to Steve. It was your fault. "I see... And, hm, then what happened, Harry?"
"Father noticed the men at the end of the alley. Said he didn't like the look of them, so he told me to hide."
"How many men were there?" Steve asked as he walked up the steps and sat down behind you.
"Two..." Harry answered. He closed his eyes with a sniffle.
"What happened after you hid, Harry?" Steve asked.
"Father approached them, making polite conversation, talking about the wedding-" He sniffled.
"Then what, Harry?" You asked him.
Harry shrugged, "It was like... They spooked him..." He looked up at you. "He started moving back but they-" He shook his head as he began crying. "I ran to him when they left, and that's when he told me who they were."
"How did he know they were Hydra bandits, Harry?" Tony asked.
Harry looked over to the King. "Hydra bandits killed my mother when I was two. My father always said he'd never forget any of the monsters that took her from us."
Your heart broke for him. Hydra bandits had been terrorising even the poorest of souls for as long as you could remember. They took pleasure in other people's misery and pain.
Steve placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze as he kissed the top of your head, trying to comfort you.
"We're sorry to hear that, Harry." You said to the young boy and wrapped your arms around him and consoled him as he cried. "It's okay, Harry." You whispered.
"What, happens now?..." Harry looked up at you with tears rolling down his face. "I have no one to look after me."
You gulped and looked over to your brother with a pleading look.
He cleared his throat and stood up from where he sat. "Sister, didn't you mention something about the blacksmith, wanting an apprentice?"
You began smiling at him. "I did..." You smiled down at the boy. "Do you like horses, Harry?"
He nodded. "Very much so." He sniffled and wiped his tears away.
"Then, how does working in the castle stables sound?" You asked him.
"You wouldn't have to worry about anywhere to sleep, there's plenty of rooms here. Nor worry about food or clothes." Tony stood in front of him.
"Or education." You added.
Tony's brows furrowed, "Since when?"
"Since Princess Morgana, started refusing to attend her lessons." You said to him. "She's more likely to attend them if she thinks she's going to be smarter than a boy." You smiled.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Girls smell." He huffed making you all chuckle.
"Is that a yes, young man? You'll earn yourself a decent wage if you work hard enough." Tony asked him as he knelt down before him.
Harry nodded. "Yes, Sir. Thank you."
Tony held his hand out for him and smiled as the young boy took it. "You're very welcome, young man."
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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the eflorr trilogy
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king!steve rogers x princess!reader, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, total word count is 18k
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toastedkiwi · 1 year
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Kidnapped Princess
Summary: you’re taking a flight with a king who’s obsessed with you.
Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x Pop Princess!Reader
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“You’ve kidnapped me,” you said.
He hummed for a thought and then said, “no, you went willingly.”
You huffed looking at this man. His eyes are lil puffy from a good night’s rest. His beard is well kept and his hair just looks so soft. He’s got you in his lap with a blanket. It’s not the safest place but he wanted to sit by the window and so did you. He also wanted you right next to him. He settled for you sitting in his lap like a child.
“You’re a big pain in my ass,” you said straight to his face.
A small gasp escaped from one of his aids— how dare you say that to the king? Meanwhile, the king’s head guard chuckled from his seat behind the king.
“As long as I’m the only one,” Steve said cupping your cheek.
“I have many problems,” you admitted. “You’re the biggest fucking one I got.”
“You’re my biggest one and I run a country,” he said.
You snorted throwing your head back.
“I think I know how we can solve this problem between us,” the king said.
“How?” you questioned.
“Marry me,” he said.
His left hand left your waist and dug into his jacket’s hidden breast pocket. You narrowed your eyes. He pulled out this sparkly princess cut diamond ring.
“Hold out your hand,” Steve said.
Your left hand went up. He slipped the ring on and you bit your bottom lip. It fits perfectly. You looked at him and he’s looking at the ring he placed on your finger. He’s admiring it.
“You didn’t even ask,” you said softly.
“Will you marry me?” the king asked.
“Well, you already put it on,” you said.
“So, it’s a yes?” he asked.
You nodded and grumbled. He smiled and your face towards his. He kissed your lips sweetly.
“You’re stuck with me,” Steve said.
“This is a big problem,” you whispered.
“How so?” he asked.
“You’re a king. I’m a pop princess,” you said. “You’re old. I’m young.”
He frowned and said, “I’m young too.”
“You’re nearly forty, Your Majesty,” James said flipping the page of his magazine.
The king immediately glared at the man behind him. You giggled. Of course, you find this amusing much to his dismay.
“I am not. I’m 36 years young,” Steve argued.
“You’re cute, old man,” you said running your fingers through his hair.
He narrowed his eyes at you and said, “I think I’ll leave you at the next stop.”
“Nope, you can’t do that. You can’t leave your kidnapee just anywhere,” you sassed.
“I’ll lock you in a tower then,” he said.
“Just like Tangled,” James said.
“Tangled?” Steve said confused.
“It’s a Disney movie. I’ll show you it, bubs,” you said.
“And then I’ll lock you in a tower,” he informed.
“Okay. But I get to pick the tower,” you said. “And get to decorate it.”
“Fine,” he said. “You got a deal. Now, sleep.”
“You’re so demanding,” you said.
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Two kings (1)
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Summary: You have fallen in love with the king of Brooklyn. When your wedding day arrives, there is much more to discover about the man you fell in love with than you thought...
Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader  
Warnings: angst, modern royal au, mentions of destruction/war/fighting/mystery, dystopian world (kinda), royals bashing (kinda), kind fluff, mentions of killing/murder (nothing happens)
A/N: We are living in modern times, but in a dystopian/post war world. Most of the technology got destroyed. (We will get to know how in later chapters.)
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<< Prologue
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Fifty years ago, in the year 2000, …
After the war was won, the royals formed a bond.
It was agreed that they would never raise their weapons against each other.
There was a price to pay. It was the one everyone agreed to pay.
There can only be one son in a family. A firstborn child. The heir.
Second sons must die if they are born.
No one has dared to break this law so far. No one…
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Now, in the year 2050, … age of nine, …
It’s been two years since you first met the prince. You and Steven became friends over the years and exchanged letters on a regular basis.
Two weeks ago, he came back.
It’s time to get to know him even better. One day, when you are both at age, you are going to become his queen.
“This place is very beautiful,” the prince says as he walks next to you and your mother. “I cannot wait to show you my homeland. Brooklyn is beautiful in spring.”
Your nose wrinkles as you think, "Hmm...I've never been far away from home." It’s only a matter of time before you must leave your home to live with your husband. The prince of Brooklyn. "My homeland is beautiful all the time. Even in winter.”
The prince nods thoughtfully at your words. “Did you ever read about the old world?” He glances at you. “I wonder if the invention they called the internet was useful. A shame the world war happened. We lost so much.”
“I heard that factories, technology, and cars almost destroyed this world. We can’t change what happened, my prince. All we can do is accept the world we are living in and do our very best to never start a war again.”
“Maybe you are right," the prince’s cheek twitches as he watches two boys chase each other around the garden. He watches them with darkened eyes, and his posture changes.
“They look like brothers,” he grumbles. “It’s forbidden to have two male children.”
“My prince,” your mother finally speaks. She was watching you interact with the prince but now, she steps in, “we do not allow two male children in one family. They are cousins, I assure you.”
“Cousins,” he nods, but he keeps on watching the boys. “I hope you do not lie, your highness. You know the law.”
Stomping your right foot, you say, "You're impolite. What’s wrong with you? You are not the boy I met two years ago. All you do is nag and you didn’t even hold my hand…”
You run off, sniffling as your mother calls your name. “I’m sorry, my prince. She’s just having a bad day. One of her favorite kittens is sick.” She sighs as you won’t wait for her and the prince.
“I don’t mind,” the prince clears his throat. “I must apologize, your highness. I forgot my manners. I just heard about so many second sons getting killed. I lost my temper. Please forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive, my prince,” your mother whisperes in a soft voice. “We are blessed with a daughter. If I conceive another child, we won’t have to kill him.”
It is important for your mother not to reveal how much she dislikes his outburst. You are right. The prince has changed over the last two years.
“May I apologize to the princess, your highness? I don’t want her to be mad at me.”
Your mother urges the prince to follow you, "of course. She likes you a lot. All the letters you wrote. She cherishes every single one. Especially the last one. She loved the bird you drew.”
“She did?” He gasps. “I wasn’t sure…I mean…it’s not my best drawing,” the prince sheepishly admits. “I was afraid she'd laugh about it.”
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“Princess?” The prince enters your room, calling your name. “I wanted to apologize. Your mother said it was okay to enter your room.”
“Oh, hi,” you nervously stammer. “What do you want?” You glance at the wall plastered with all the drawings the prince sent to you over the last two years.
“You put the bird on the wall too,” he walks toward the wall to look at all the drawings he sent to you. “And the frog!”
“Yeah, they are so adorable. Different from the others but cute,” you hum as the prince points to the frog he drew for you. “I like cute things.”
“I know you do,” he says grinning. “Last time you sent me a pressed flower. I put it in my favorite book.”
“You did,” you grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. “Do you…do you want to see my collection of books? We can go to the library.”
"Y/N," he says, "I'd really like that. I’m glad to be here and finally see you…again.”
"I'm glad you're here with me," you say, pecking his cheek. "I like you too..." you add.
>> Part 2
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nastybuckybarnes · 2 years
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All The King’s Men  -  Fourteen
Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader
Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
Warnings: Angst, Dark Themes, Violence and Injury, ABO Dynamics (Scenting, Marking, Knotting, etc.) Fluff, 
Word Count: 3.3K
A/n: I really like this chapter!! We’ve got one more after this and then she’s done!! I’m gonna start my next little things soon, though, so don’t worry! I love you all and I hope you’re having an amazing day/night!
!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!
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“We have discovered my wife’s body, slain, in the woods,” he begins, his eyes cast down on the ground so that his councilmen don’t realize how truly feral he is.
They all bristle slightly at the mention of the Queen’s passing, but none of them even breathe a word for fear of angering the King.
“We know not who has caused this, nor why, but I have men scouring the woods for any trace of the traitors.” It takes a ridiculous amount of self-control to keep his eyes focused on the floor and not let them rise to look at his men.
“I shall travel with my men to Lothiella to honour the Queen, and to allow her parents to say their final goodbyes before we lay her to rest.”
He pauses, allowing his words to take root in their minds while also calming himself down.
You're not dead. You’re very much alive and, soon enough, you’ll be in his arms once more.
“I leave at dusk, and my kingdom will rest in your capable hands while I am away. I trust you to make wise decisions in my absence.”
In truth, he isn’t leaving the Kingdom in their hands. The Kingdom rests on the shoulders of Steve, who is remaining at the Palace to prevent an attack, along with a third of his army, and half the army of Lothiella.
Walking into battle with half the number he trained with isn’t something James is used to, but if that is what it takes to free you, he’s willing to do it.
The remainder of the day is spent preparing his men and himself for the battle that is to come.
A third of his army is spread throughout the village and the Palace, prepared to defend it to their last dying breath, while the rest are mounting their horses.
“You will lead us,” James says to Elden, nodding his respect toward the younger man.
Your brother bows his head in his own show of respect, then leads his mare down the gravel path toward the forest to the west.
They ride in silence for a long while, but as they approach, Elden speaks.
“I can access her through a small window on the north side of the fortress. If you hold the focus of the fight, I will be able to slip in and back out unnoticed.”
James nods his agreement, slowing his horse as a break in the forest comes into sight.
“You find her and you bring her to safety. If I am to fall in battle, we must ensure she survives. For the fate of the entire Kingdom.”
Elden nods sternly, “I will not fail.”
The two royals dismount their horses and walk to the edge of the woods, peering out beyond the trees and down the hill where the fortress lies.
There, as spoken, are the men. Not more than five hundred in number, which is double the amount currently with James.
“They prepare to march,” the King whispers, watching intently as men bustle about, trying to prepare themselves for the coming war.
“They won’t move until they have darkness again. Do you plan to attack in broad daylight?” Elden inquires.
“As soon as the men have rested and regained their strength, I will lead half of them down the hill. The fight will focus on us, so the rest will go around either side and attack when the time is right. We will have them surrounded, and you will be able to go in and out with ease.”
A new set of feet approach the men and they both look to the sound, watching as Natalia peers beyond the trees.
“Is that... Sharon?” She questions softly, her eyes on the blonde beta who is almost like a sister.
“Yes,” James nearly growls.
With a deep breath, he turns away from the fortress to address his men.
“I need archers in the trees, and people on watch. We rest, we eat, and then we fight.”
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“Sir, I have news from Veronia!” A young man exclaims, riding in swiftly on horseback.
The man looks up at the rider, grateful to finally have a distraction from Lady Sharon and all her complaints.
“Yes, what is it?”
He dismounts his horse and approaches the pair.
“The King rides with his guard to Lothiella, the dead Queen in tow.”
Confusion colours all their faces as they exchange glances.
“The Queen remains here, imprisoned, as she should,” Sharon says, confused.
“Aye, I know. So who, then, is he bringing to Lothiella?” The rider asks.
“No one,” The man murmurs, his eyes flickering across the forest and then across his men.
“Someone within these walls is a terrible traitor,” his eyes slowly rise to the rider before him and he unsheathes his sword, following the young man as he takes slow steps back.
“I-I wouldn’t, sir! You know that!”
The older man grabs his collar and yanks him closer.
“Then you will have no issue finding who the traitor is and delivering me their head, will you?”
“N-no m’lord.”
He releases the boy and pushes him back a step, “good. That’s what I thought.”
He turns and storms off, Lady Sharon hot on his heels.
“Something is amiss,” he whispers, mostly to himself, but the broad hears.
“What? What could possibly be amiss? Even if the King is marching this way, we have more men than he could possibly have. We have more resources, and, above all else, we have you.” Her hands curve over his shoulders, caressing him gently, sensually, but he wants none of it.
What he wants is his revenge, served on a silver platter.
“Ready yourself for battle. We cannot wait until the full moon. We must march sooner.”
If it’s true, and the King has made for Lothiella, then that leaves his Kingdom unprotected. And what better time to take it than now? Perhaps he’ll even have an opportunity to enjoy the Queen before King James returns.
“Why march? Why not allow him to bring the fight to us? We have the stronghold, we know the land. He does not.”
“He is a King who knows every inch of his Kingdom. And, if he is to march, he will have the upper hand on the hill. We will be no match for it, regardless of our numbers. Now go. Leave me.”
With a scowl on her face, she does as commanded, leaving to prepare herself for battle.
He stands alone for a long while, a thousand thoughts playing out in his mind and oh, how he wishes she were here.
But if she were, none of this would be happening.
And that is why the King must die.
Why things must change.
Why an empire must fall.
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“You have all followed me here today because you trust me... you believe in me... you believe me to be the King I am. A man who will lead you to victory and to greatness,” James begins, looking out across the sea of men before him.
“This is not a training exercise, nor is it a game. This is a war. One that will be won, not by words, nor by brute strength. It will be won by men! Fighting men who believe in the power and will of the Gods! Men who know better than to turn on their King! It will be won by you lot here! Men with wives, with children! Men who deserve this victory!”
The air is energized quickly as the men get more mentally prepared, inspired by the King’s words.
“I would give my life, protecting my Kingdom. And each of you has shown that you would do the same. And you will be heavily rewarded when we return home! Mount the heads of your enemies on your walls! Feast on the blood spilled from their bodies! Show them no mercy!” He shouts, unsheathing his sword and raising it up to the heavens.
“No mercy!” Swords all raise toward the sky, and James feels hope bloom in his chest as he turns to Elden.
“Start your way down now, but do not enter until you hear the battle start.”
The Prince nods his understanding, his mind focused solely on saving you, no matter the cost.
He could lose his own life and he would not care. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters to him.
With a last bow of respect, he slips away from the army and makes his way to the fortress, thanking his lucky stars when he gets to the side of the building without being spotted.
He presses himself against the cold stone exterior, his breath shallow as he waits for the sound of battle.
“Look there! An army!”
He hears the shout from a distance, and then comes the sound of men clamouring to prepare for battle.
“All men out front! Shields up!”
He recognizes that voice as one of the men from the King’s council, and knows then and there that now is his chance.
It’s now or never.
He drops to the ground and pries the bars of the window apart, then slides into the dungeon with grace, dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
“(Y/n)?!” He looks to the cell he remembers you being in, his heart dropping into his stomach when he sees you chained to the ceiling, your face lifeless and cold.
He rushes to you, grabbing a knife from his belt and slicing through the cloth around your wrists.
You tumble into him and he carefully lowers you to the ground, two fingers finding your neck, searching for a pulse.
“(Y/n), please. Please wake up,” he begs, tears threatening to stab at his eyes.
Your brows draw together right as he feels the steady thumping beneath his fingers.
Slowly, your eyes open, foggy at first, but after a few blinks everything clears up.
“Elden?” You ask in a whisper, confused at his presence.
“Yes. I’m here. I’m getting you out of here and returning you to Veronia.”
You push yourself to your knees then attack him in a tight hug, tears quickly flooding your eyes.
“You came back!” You cry, not even bothering to try and hide your true feelings.
He hugs you back tightly, nodding.
“Of course I did. Now come, we must leave, quickly.”
You nod and allow him to help you to your feet, stumbling slightly with every step you take.
Perhaps you should’ve eaten more of the gruel they offered. At least then you’d be able to defend yourself. But instead, here you are, relying on the strength of your brother to get you out of the fortress.
One of his arms stays secured tightly around your waist while the other holds his sword, prepared to slay anyone who gets in his path.
He leads you up a flight of stairs and through a dark corridor, then shoulders open a door into a great hall, only to have a sword pressed to his throat the moment he enters.
“I knew someone would try to free the whore. I half expected it to be the King and, I must say, I’m a little disappointed I won’t be able to slay him where he stands,” she muses, grinning wickedly at the two of you.
Elden slowly releases your waist then swipes his sword upward, knocking hers away from his throat.
He takes a defensive stance in front of you, his attention only half on the battle at hand as he tries with all his might to protect you.
Sharon sidesteps a blow and manages to knock your brother onto his back, swiftly kicking his sword away and rendering him helpless.
“Please, don't!” You try, stumbling forward a step.
“It’s a pity, really. You seem like a decent fellow. And now you must die for the stupidity of your sister.” She raises her sword and goes to strike, and you close your eyes tightly, refusing to witness the murder of your brother. Instead of hearing metal slicing through flesh, you hear the clash of a sword against another sword.
Natalia stands before Sharon, her sword blocking the Beta’s.
Elden scrambles back, grabbing his sword off the ground and rushing to your side again as the redhead and the blonde face off.
“You would fight me, your sister, for a man who cares more about some whore than he does his own people?” Sharon demands, glaring daggers into Natalia’s eyes.
She grinds her teeth together and shakes her head, “no. I would fight you to serve she who is my Queen.”
Elden takes that as his cue to leave, wrapping his warm around your waist and helping you through the great room as Nat keeps Sharon’s attention.
“I do not wish to kill you, sister,” the beta whispers.
Nat only chuckles softly. “You won’t get the chance.”
Their swords clashing is the last thing you hear before Elden gets you outside the fortress and into the fresh air.
You take deep breaths of it, having missed the feeling of the wind on your face, but your relief is short-lived.
Instead of the peace of nature, you’re greeted with a bloodbath.
And, right in the centre, are the two men who have caused you the most pain in your life, fighting each other to the death.
James fights with practiced skill, his age not slowing him like so many believed it would. If anything, it gives him more power than his opponent.
The soldiers around give them a wide berth, knowing that they are each other’s opponents, a kill meant solely for the other.
James swipes the traitor's knees and sends him to the ground, then presses the tip of his sword to the man’s chest.
He pants on the ground, blood dripping down his chin as he grins at the King.
“I understand why you took her the way you did, now,” he begins, ignoring the anger in the King’s eyes. “Why you forced her to submit. She looked so pretty, screaming and crying and begging me to stop. But I didn’t. Because she deserves to be treated like the filthy, worthless whore she is!” He spits the words -and a bit of blood- into James’ face, and the King is enraged.
A roar tears from his throat as his eyes burn brighter than the fiery pits of hell, any shred of humanity gone as his Alpha takes over completely.
He tosses his sword aside and pounces on the man, laying punch after painful punch to his face and neck and anywhere he can reach.
He doesn’t care if it isn’t honourable. He doesn’t care if it’s weak.
All that matters is punishing the man who hurt his Omega.
You watch in horror as your Alpha beats on the man who hurt you.
Dragging Elden through the battle, you move as quickly as you can toward them.
“Stop!” You shout, your voice stronger than you thought it would be.
It carries out on the wind, across the courtyard, and many men do, indeed, stop.
Your husband is one of them.
With his fist raised and ready to strike again, he stops, snapping his gaze to the source of your voice.
Everything seems to pause as you approach, pushing away from Elden to walk on your own, determination and anger fuelling you.
Your eyes sting and clouds cover the skies as the Gods mirror your wrath.
“I should do to you exactly what it is you did to me,” you hiss at the man on the ground, pulling a sword from a corpse as you pass it and approach him.
“I should beat you senseless,” you spit, the fire in your voice rivalling that in your husband's eyes.
“I should take you against your will, force you to do things you’d sooner die than do!” You stop before him, sword held tightly in your hand as you press it to his throat.
James rises silently and steps back, allowing you to do whatever it is you please to the man.
“I should strip from you your pride, your dignity! Steal your hope and your faith until you are nothing but a shell of who you once were! And then, when you are begging for a fate so kind as death, I will not grant it.”
You lean down slightly so that your face is closer to his and drop your voice to a whisper, your bottom lip quivering.
“But I will not. Because I am not like you.”
You toss the sword aside and rise to your full height again.
“You will answer for your crimes the way all criminals do. And you will die a pointless, senseless death. Without honour, without victory. Your name will not be breathed of in the history of this country, and your very existence will be erased. All this,” you motion around you, to the fighting that has ceased, “will have been for nothing.”
Fury gathers on the man’s face as you step back again, your husband nodding toward him.
“Bind him and bring him to the dungeon.”
Two men grab him and drag him out of your line of sight, but you can hear them treating him roughly.
Good, you think.
Your hands tremble slightly and the weight of everything that has happened slowly slips from your shoulders, only to be replaced by the familiar and welcome weight of your husband’s hands.
“Omega,” he whispers, turning you to face him.
You look up at him with wide tear-filled eyes and bury yourself in his chest.
He’s caught off guard for only a moment before wrapping you in a tight hug, squeezing you as if he’s trying to melt your body into his.
Tears rain down your face when you pull away to look up at him, and he immediately leans down to nuzzle against your bond mark.
He kisses and licks it, scenting you thoroughly and calming down the raging alpha within himself.
Once he’s satisfied that you smell of nothing but him, he pulls away slightly and gazes lovingly into your eyes, tears on his own cheeks.
“Omega,” he repeats, stroking your cheek gently.
You lean into his touch and reach up with hesitant fingers, tracing over his lips gingerly.
“Alpha,” you reply, lost in the feeling of having him again.
He shakes his head and brings his forehead down to rest against yours, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I thought... I thought I’d lost you forever,” he confesses.
You lean up to brush your lips against his, “I’m here, Alpha. You saved me.”
A growl rumbles in his chest and he wraps his arms around your frame again, needing to feel you against him.
You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart as he addresses his men.
“Any man who wishes to fight against us may do so. But he will be killed, along with his family.”
Not a single man moves a muscle.
“That’s what I thought. Round up the traitors, bind them all. They will be tried when we return,” he says to Sam, his hands never leaving you.
“Go home, Your Majesty. Be with your Omega. We can handle this,” Elden says softly, stepping forward and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
James bows his head in gratitude and nods his agreement, taking your hand and leading you away from the bloody field.
He helps you onto his horse then climbs on in front of you, waiting until your arms are wrapped around his waist before he begins the journey home.
Upon his horse, with your arms around him and your head pressed against his back, your inner omega finally feels peace.
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bucky-h0e · 1 year
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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights
Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader
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Synopsis:
As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.
He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.
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A/N:
Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!
If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please let me know! I will eventually do requests but I'd like to get this series started first! Please be sure to like it, reblog it or comment if you enjoyed it!
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His Silly Princess | Bucky (Oneshot)
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Character: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader
Words Count: 1,671
Summary: A modern royal love story. A naive princess who wants to get away from an arranged marriage. She never knew that her guard had loved her since the beginning. 
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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 
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Zylovia is a country where monarchy still exists. It’s a developed country located near Western Europe. 
It’s a prosperous country, and the number of unemployed is also the lowest. Tourists love coming here for the casino, race car, and music festival. 
But this country has one outdated rule. It didn’t apply to the citizens. Only for the royal family. 
“If the female royal member marries a commoner, she will lose her status."
You learned that rule when you were 12 years old as the youngest siblings and Princess Zylovia. You didn't put a deep thought into it. 
But now, when you are almost 30 years old, and your older siblings are already married, you think this is good for you.
Because you realize you’re not fit to do the duty as a princess. 
Your oldest brother has prepared since he was a kid to be the king. When he reaches the age of 40, he will be crowned as the king. Your second brother will be the second commander in the military. 
While you have a job as a painting conservator at the museum, your duty as a princess is to welcome the official foreign guest at the castle. You learned some languages, but you’re not allowed to give any opinion on politics.
You don’t hate being a royal, but sometimes you feel like living in a golden cage. 
And finally, you had enough because, on your recent birthday, your parents talked to you about marriage. 
The king and queen don’t want to be separated from their youngest daughter, but they hint that they wish for her future husband from the royal circle. In other words: arranged marriage. 
You clenched your jaw while smiling at your parents. If the man from the royal circle is a real gentleman, you wouldn’t mind. 
But the problem is, please pardon the harsh language; none of the men from the royal family are your type. 
Your type of man must have a stable job, look good in suits, and have a nice body. 
That’s why, for a couple of days, you’ve made a list of potential future husbands. After you write it, you realize most of the men are from the knights. Perhaps because you always went to meet your second brother at the military training ground, so you know some people. 
Steve Rogers
[Friendly, not married, nerd, loves to paint like me]
Ari Levinson 
[Funny, beautiful hair, handsome]
‘Knock, knock!’ Suddenly, someone knocked on your door.
“Come in.”
You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You have known him for years, and your ears are familiar with the sound of his footsteps. 
The person who walked into your room has been your exclusive bodyguard for years - James Barnes, but you always call him Bucky his nickname. 
Bucky is a commoner and an elite soldier. If there’s a shooting competition, he will be in the top three. Your second brother always hates him. 
He has received many medals of honors, but he rejects a knight title from your father. You don’t understand why he declined the offer. If he received it, he could enter politics, and he doesn’t have to follow her around anymore. 
He’s tall, handsome, with perfect blue eyes and has fine muscles on his body. Bucky also has a primarily female fanbase when he wears the military uniform and rides a horse at the independence ceremony. 
He became a celebrity overnight.
But you have never seen or heard any rumor about him with a woman. 
“Your highness, in two hours you are going to attend the tennis tournament.” 
You dropped the pen and dropped your head to the table. “Urgh. Do I have to?”
Bucky chuckled when he saw you unwilling to go. One thing you hate about your duty is to be the guest at the tennis game. You prefer to watch the race car, but it's reserved for your brother's. 
Even though you didn’t want to go, you still dragged your feet to the dressing room to grab your coat. 
When you were searching for the right outfit, you suddenly remembered. “Oh no!” You didn’t hide the potential list that you just wrote. You wish you could dig your own grave and disappear. 
And you were right; Bucky saw your writing. He furrowed his eyebrows while he read your paper. “What’s this? Potential man for marriage?”
You stand beside him; you don’t know why you feel scared. This is the first time you have seen him like this. 
His slender, pointed fingers scratched the two names with his nails. There’s a big X on your paper. 
“Don’t marry any of those men.”
“Why?”
A small smile appeared on his lips, along with a soft voice, “Steve hasn’t moved on from his last girlfriend, and Ari, he loves to drink alcohol. I know you hate the smell of alcohol.”
You felt disappointed; you crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash.
“Marriage? Why all of a sudden?” There's an annoyed tone in his voice.
You rubbed your head and muttered, “I need to get married sooner, or my parents will arrange marriage for me, their friend's kid. And you know the truth, I had enough of being a princess.”
Bucky crossed his arms. “But, why them?”
“What?”
He clenched his fist; Bucky stared at her with an annoyed expression. “Why didn't you put me on the list?”
“....”
You waved your hand. “It doesn’t matter, as long as I got married.”
“So, would you like to marry me?”
Are you having hallucinations? Did Bucky just propose to you?
Bucky got on his knees. “Let’s get married.”
You still haven’t come to your senses. Bucky started talking again. “Think about it. Both of us have known each other for a long time. We’ve known each other's likes and dislikes. We’ve been through many things together.”
He’s right. He’s the safest choice if you want to marry someone. You shrugged your shoulders and accepted his hand. “Alright.”
Bucky's beautiful smile appeared on his face. Before he shook your hand, he felt you slightly pull his hand. When you saw him smile, your heart raced. “But, if in the end, we don’t like each other, please wait after three years, then we could get a divorce.”
Bucky chuckled; his attractiveness is not just in his physical appearance but also in his ability to manage his emotions gracefully and restraintfully. He leaned closer to you, and his hands gently grabbed your chin. 
As his calloused hand touched your skin, a subtle warmth spread on your cheeks. You could feel you're blushing. “Silly girl, it will never happen.”
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[Bucky P.O.V]
Then he rests your arms on his. “Then you have the excuse to skip the tournament.”
“Hmm?”
“We should inform this first to His Majesty and Her Majesty.”
“Oh, right.” You nodded, then looked straight into his blue eyes again. “This soon?”
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When both of you walk through the hallway to meet the King and Queen, Bucky tries his best to calm down. He almost lost his common sense when he saw you write another man's name, and there’s a word of ‘potential husband.’
He looks at you and thinks ‘his silly princesses didn’t realize his feelings for her.’ 
Didn’t she know he declined the offer to be a knight so he could be her guard?
If he became a knight, he would work with her second brother. That’s the last thing he wants to do. 
“So, Bucky, don’t worry about money. When I resign as a princess, the kingdom will give us money.”
Bucky chuckled, seeing his sweet princess worried about their future, “That’s so sweet of you. But you don’t need to worry about that.” He gently patted her arms. He wants to tell you that he owns the famous casino in this kingdom and 5-star hotel chains in a few countries.
When both of you are married, Bucky will ensure you don’t have to work anymore. He is pretty sure that her parents will give their blessings even though he’s a commoner (and he’s super rich). The royal family has outdated rules, but because of it, he could marry you. 
Both of you arrived at the king's office room. The guards bowed their heads to greet you. Then you said, “Princesses Y/N and her guard. Wait… and her future husband, James Barnes wants to meet the king.”
The guards and the butler who opened the door lost their composure. They should have known from your body language walking here together hand in hand when usually Bucky always stands behind you. 
This news is shocking compared to the crown prince, who got caught partying too hard and the second prince, who had a messy love life before he got married. 
It seems like your father, the King, hears your voice. Before the castle butler tells him, you hear the gentle voice, “Come in.”
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[2 years later]
<Former Princess of Zylovia Y/N, blessed with male twins>
It's the biggest headline in the country after you gave birth. You feel overwhelmed; you can't believe that you're parents now. 
The King and Queen hold your oldest son, while Bucky has the youngest son in his arms. 
Bucky's eyes are full of love, looking both at his sons. He was almost scared to death since you gave birth one month early. But the doctor assured both of you this is normal since you're pregnant with twins. 
Even though you're not a princess, you're still surrounded by your family. 
And Bucky still treats you like a princess. You almost lost your mind when he told you his business, which turned into your parents, and your brothers already know it, too. 
You want to knock your head; you didn't even know Bucky's business helped increase the country's GDP. 
Everyone said Bucky was the lucky guy to marry the former princess, but they were wrong. It's you who is lucky to marry him.
-End-
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littlebabyyd0ll · 6 months
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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀
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01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)
02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)
03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)
04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]
05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)
07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)
08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)
09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)
10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)
11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)
12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)
13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)
14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)
15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)
16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)
17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)
18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)
19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)
20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)
21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)
22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)
23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)
24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)
25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)
26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)
27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)
28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)
29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)
31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)
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syntheticavenger · 9 months
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new rules - fourteen
Has it really been a year since I wrote for this fic? Sheesh!
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word count: 2.5K
warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, mentions of regicide, mentions of violence, angst, mentions of cheating (not on the Reader), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), talks of virginity and sexuality.
prince! steve rogers x princess reader
amazing moodboard by @pictures-inmy-mind | divider by @firefly-graphics​
new rules masterlist
summary | done with his daughter’s antics, a king makes a decree that she will marry one of his king’s guards, whether she wants to or not.
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Grace peers outside, the handwritten letter crushed in her hand, aware of the person standing behind her.
“Are you here to give me your apologies?” Her voice is controlled, even as she feels herself losing the battle with her composure.
“Would it make it better?” 
Your father stands behind her, eyes focusing on the letter in her hand. Grace lifts her head higher, breathing in deeply, her back to him still.
“No. I’d much prefer you tell me that you told me so. Do you believe this is the best course of action? Removing a queen from her kingdom?”
“Better than her being dragged out by her husband’s mistress and his bastard son.”
Her breath catches in her throat at his words, the letter fluttering to the ground. Her forehead presses against the glass, her exhale fogging up the window.
“I always thought that I did everything right. I followed the rules to the letter, Father. I gave up what I wanted for a title. A marriage that joined our two kingdoms together because I was the oldest and I needed to set an example. I have always been the golden child and now, because of a scandal, I have to leave everything I’ve gained? Do you not see how insulting that is for me? For my girls? I wanted a life of my own and I almost had that once but this… this was my duty and I did it.”
“Do you not trust your father? It is for the best.”
“The best for whom?” Grace whirls around, tears in her eyes. “For your precious other daughters? The ones who share your very blood?”
“This is not what this is about. It is about the strength of our family, despite the circumstances you have found yourself in. You are my daughter, through and through. If I did not have the amount of love for you that I have had since I laid eyes on you, since the moment I knew your mother was going to have you, I would not be standing here to help you out of this scandal.”
“It is his scandal to bear! Not mine!”
“Then you will never understand what it means to be a queen. Nor will you ever understand the amount of slander and libel that will be lobbied in your direction once they hear he has decided to move in his new family. I will handle this, make no mistake, my child. For when you hurt, I hurt. When my family is broken, I will exact revenge, I promise you that. I promise my granddaughters the same. You will move from this house, to Codmare Cottage with the girls.”
“Father, I -”
“Now, Grace. I will have your things packed up but you must go.”
Sniffling, Grace pushes past her father, leaving him to pick up the letter and examine it, before he lowers his head in dismay.
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Thor peeks in on Brunn, her weapons laid out on the counter, freshly cleaned and repaired. Without even turning around, she places her hands on the counter.
“What do you want?”
“There’s a briefing in a little. Queen Grace is heading to Codmare within the next few hours.”
“Noted,” Brunn says quietly. “Anything else?”
“Yes.”
She turns to look over her shoulder, Thor swallowing hard at the sight of her. She’s never cried before in front of him, let alone show any emotion but he can see her teeth running over her lower lip, as if she wants to say something.
“Will you be assisting her?” Brunn asks him.
Thor shakes his head at her question.
“No. She will be assigned to Sam. I told you, Brunnhilde, it was in the past.”
“So that makes it okay?”
“No, it doesn’t,” Thor answers her, taking a step inside. “I want you to understand that just because it’s the past doesn’t mean I turn my back on it. It isn’t a closed door, something that remains off limits. It won’t be until I can make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me?” Brunn scoffs, nodding her head in disbelief. “Does she know that you’re finished? That you can just walk away like it never happened? Does she know about you and her younger sister?”
“She knows I’m finished,” Thor responds. “I let her know in the best way I could. I’m sorry, Brunnhilde. I can sit with these feelings that I have, the feelings I have for you and reconcile that what I’ve done was wrong and that I have hurt you. I know that.”
“Good,” Brunn shoots back, turning her back on him. “Then you’ll know me well enough that I need to be alone.”
“I do. Sam will be around in an hour or so to settle in and get information. I’ve told him to come to you if you have any questions on what she would require.”
“Where will you be?”
“On a task.”
When she can no longer feel him behind her, Brunn exhales a breath, focusing on the weapons on the table in front of her.
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“I’m not supposed to be here, you know,” Steve says against your forehead, your eyes closing at the feel of his arms around you. “Your father would have my head for this.”
“Would he?” you whisper, nuzzling his beard before kissing him. “I believe this is your proper place.”
“Not yet,” he purrs against your neck. “Though your pictures did you no justice when I see you in person, you brat.”
His fingers slip between your legs, his fingers inching up inside you.
“I can’t tell what you like better,” he wonders, your back arching slightly when his lips kiss your collarbone. “Earlier it was my mouth… maybe it’s both?”
“Maybe.” You shiver, feeling him move down lower, his hands seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once, enough to make you dizzy with how he knows just where to touch, where to kiss that you’re uncertain that he doesn’t have a map of your body somewhere.
Or, he’s just that good, something your brain realizes, shutting down the jealous response that threatens to rear its ugly head. None of that matters now, not when he’s spent the weekend in your bed, teaching you new things and learning what you like, stopping short of giving you what you truly want. Lia has made it seem like heaven and earth but you’re not sure if it could be better than his hands.
“S-Steve,” you keen, your thighs in his hands, his tongue dipping into your entrance.
“Hmm?”
“Oh my god,” you pant, Steve nipping at the sensitive skin.
“It’s Steve,” he teases before his fingers find a rhythm that leaves you breathless.
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King Adam opens the door to his office, a man sitting in his chair, looking up in surprise.
“Ah, King Adam,” the tall, slender man purrs with a smile and nod. “Lovely to see you in the flesh.”
“I must say that you are bold. Last time I heard news of you, it was that you were locked away, awaiting a trial, was it? I don’t think King Joseph takes kindly to one kidnapping a princess, lest it be one that is in the sights of his prodigal son.”
“A mere piece of a puzzle, I assure you, Your Majesty,” Loki responds with a grin. “Though I assure you that no trial can hold me. I created the narrative for Brokelen and I simply do not any longer.”
“They know you as a traitor to the crown.”
“And you know me as a keeper of your secrets,” Loki reminds him. “Or at least, I was, until you decided to think with your other head. How do you think your people will take your mistress? Your bastard son? To install them into the palace is quite bold, Your Majesty. Some may say foolish.”
“What I do is my business. My wife is frigid, a bastard of her own name. What is another?”
“Precisely why I am here. You tell me what you know and I will craft your relationship into a more… palatable story.”
“You’re a wanted man.”
“And you’re about to be a disgraced king. Which will it be? Lose what little respect you have on the world stage or keep your secret.”
“Grace knows already.”
“So she does. Banished to Codmore Cottage, I believe. The family is doing its own damage control. Not that I can blame them. She’s done much to bring shame to her family.”
“So have you,” King Adam sneers. “You’re worse than I am.”
“No, Your Majesty. We are simply cut from the same cloth. I’m slightly tailored better than you, of course. It’s quite simple. I want Brokelen to fall and you want to keep your secret from getting out. We can come to an accord, I am sure.”
“What is it?”
Loki stands, extending his hand.
“That’s for me to create and for you to follow along. For now, keep your mistress and child where they are. Let me handle the rest.”
King Adam shakes it, Loki nodding.
“Lay low,” Loki instructs. “Not a peep out of you, Your Majesty, until I say so.”
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The door opens for Grace, a handsome man standing at the door, offering his hand. There are no photographers, no paparazzi yelling her name. Only the sound of the water fountain in the background, the crunch of her heels on the gravel when she finally stands.
Codmore Cottage seems smaller than she remembers, the lights on upstairs as she’s well aware that is where her daughters are. Humiliation hits her when she’s led up the steps, thinking of what she’s left behind.
There’s only so much emotion one can keep inside, the door opening to the well decorated space. This is where she will call home until she can find a suitable replacement, even if her father has told her that it may take a while. It feels surreal to know she’s removed from a place that she once only dreamed about, only to have it cruelly stolen from her.
This man that introduces himself to her as Sam isn’t Thor, the comfort she once sought out but now knows will never happen again.
He said it himself in writing.
Perhaps the apology was a deathblow to her pride, Thor putting an explanation to paper as to why it was and always had been a mistake. Through his words, she can tell that someone else is on his mind, one that cannot compare to her – though it sounds like he doesn’t want to even begin to try. 
“Your aides will be here tomorrow,” Sam reminds her gently, Grace simply nodding at his words. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”
“I want to be alone.”
“Of course. I’ll be outside if you need.”
Once the door closes, Grace lets herself cry, ripping off the wedding ring from her finger and throwing it against the wall in a fit of anger, covering her mouth to keep from crying.
Exiled.
It’s a heavy word, one that she repeats over and over until she can’t hold it in any longer. Her lapses in judgment ended as quickly as they had come. You would never have to endure such a thing, such a rampant disrespect as she.
Neither would Lia.
Speaking to the press is forbidden, something Grace knows is completely off limits and yet she yearns to tell her side of the story, to accuse her husband of the same cruelty that she has inflicted on her own family.
So much to say and no one to say it to that will listen.
“Mother?” comes the voice of one of the girls. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” Grace answers quickly. “Stay upstairs, my angels. I’ll be up in a moment.”
Patting her pocket, she realizes that she doesn’t have Thor’s letter, her panicked thoughts sending her toward the foyer to search through her purse.
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Steve knocks on the door to your father’s office. It’s early enough for him to know that there is no one else there to answer as his aides aren’t up until another hour.
“Come in,” your father instructs from the other side, Steve opening the door and closing it behind him.
“Your Majesty,” Steve says with a bow of his head.
“This is formal,” your father says with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “And early.”
“I’ve come to tell you that I’m heading out to Brokelen. There’s a threat. Loki escaped his cell and fled.”
“My God,” your father mutters. “What do you need?”
“That’s not why I’m here. I can handle Loki on my own. I’ve come for another matter.”
“Oh?”
Steve places a box on the table, your father looking up at him.
“I want to marry her, Your Majesty. I don’t care where, quite honestly. I just… I know what I feel, former agreements notwithstanding. I would like your permission.”
Your father stands up, pushing the chair back.
“Then you shall have it, my son.”
Steve nods, your father handing him the ring box.
“You must promise me one thing,” your father continues.
“Anything, Your Majesty.”
“You will never crush her spirit the way I did once. Let her be wild, let her be herself. In that, she will be your greatest gift.”
“Of course,” Steve says, emotion overwhelming him for a moment. “Always.”
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You catch Steve leaving your father’s office, following him silently as he heads outside, taking in the first sight of dawn.
“Are you leaving me again?” you ask, Steve’s shoulders slightly dropping at your question.
“For a little.”
“Why?”
“Because there is unfinished business I need to complete.”
“Loki,” you reply with a nod of your head. “I understand.”
“Do you?” Steve asks you, his head turning toward you.
“I do. Whatever you must do, I trust you to return.”
“Trust or order?”
“Order,” you reply, your head held high. “There’s much I haven’t learned yet.”
“Is that only what I am to you, Princess?” Steve cups your face in his hands. “Or more?”
“A lady never tells.”
“You tell me so much without words.”
He winks at you, making you laugh before you hold him closer.
“Do you promise to make it back in one piece?”
“I can’t promise that. I couldn’t keep you safe, myself.”
Reaching up behind you, you unclasp your necklace, letting it fall into his hands.
“What did they used to call it in the old times? A favor?” you tell him, closing your hand over his. “You keep it safe until you come back and I promise to be on my best behavior.”
“I’ll have a surprise for you when I return.”
You nod, reaching up to pull down his collar to kiss him.
“I love surprises.”
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James opens the door to see Brunn standing in front of him, tossing him a bag that he catches square in his chest.
“Where’s the fight?”
“No fight yet,” Brunn says, turning on her heels. “But we’re going to find King Adam. I have an inkling he knows what’s to come.”
“Does Steve know?”
Brunn continues walking, giving a signal to the Valkyrie that are waiting, rounding the corner while James follows.
“Who do you think sent me?”
“You realize that King Adam probably has his army guarding him wherever he is.”
James looks at the contingent of guards that are waiting, their commander in front of them as he nods at Brunn.
“Then it’s a good thing I know exactly where to find him,” Thor answers him.
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talesofadragon · 10 months
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝
Synopsis: The Kingdom of Brooklyn needs a queen, and the Royal Council needs a noble princess. As for newly crowned King Steven Rogers, he needs a love that rebels against conformity, granting him the solace he yearns for. So what happens when all he needs is not what his kingdom wants?
Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x Chambermaid!Reader
Warnings: None.
Genre: Angst | Fluff
Word Count: 6.1K
Author’s Notes: Requested by the sweetest @crazyunsexycool. Thank you, Val, for this wholesome idea! To all Marvel fans out there, go check out her incredible work!🩵
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 and deceiving word in history will evermore be art. At first glance, it’s enticing, delicate, and memorable. A barrage of emotional responses to the tragedies and the grievances of life. Whether in color or in monochrome, in words or emotions, art is a melodrama that lures you in, pulls you toward its undertow. Until there comes a time when you realize that all these stories were never quite this scintillating, they just were. 
“Your Majesty.” 
Steve shakes his head as the voice registers in his mind. It takes him a fleeting moment, about five seconds, to realize that he stands within the confines of his chambers. The vibrant rays of the morning sun cascade through the windows, casting an ardent glow. Another five minutes elapse as Steve blinks away his confusion, his gaze withdrawing from the withered pages of his sketchbook, evidence of the relentless assault of his charcoals and ink.
“Maiden Katherine,” he acknowledges the chambermaid in his room. Her eyes are downcast, evading his cerulean hues. “Pardon me, what was it that you said?”
The young woman gasps, though covers it quickly with a cough. Her errant gaze lands briefly on Steve before it strays away once more. “Your Majesty, I was merely asking if you needed anything more.”
A fleeting furrow emerges between Steve's eyebrows, and he casts a swift glance around the room. To his surprise, he finds it immaculate, untouched by the tumultuous night he had spent, forming dents in his rugs and battling wars within the confines of his sheets. 
As Steve turns his gaze toward Maiden Katherine, a gentle smile graces his lips. Unable to discern the woman's face due to her position, he finds himself succumbing to a glimmer of hope, however fleeting and insubstantial. Within the recesses of his imagination, he relishes the liberty to conjure an image of someone entirely different, a figure who embodies the yearnings of his heart.
“No,” he says, somewhat resentfully. Because his needs are conditional, and what he truly desires cannot be attained beyond the realm of his mind. “That will be all. Thank you.”
Maiden Katherine dutifully bows to her king, leaving him to his own devices. As soon as the door closes, Steve reaches back to trace the somber outlines of his sketchbook. Once more, his mind veers away from the confines of his chambers, transporting him to a realm far brighter.
SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO 
King Joseph and Prince Steven are a juxtaposition.
The King is the valiant moon. The Prince is the selfless sun. The former breathes preservation and prowess, while the latter longs for equilibrium and benevolence. And no matter their dualism, King Joseph sees otherwise, constantly building bridges upon bridges to force his son to concede and meet him. Not in the middle, but where he stands—light years away. 
Steve, though ten years old, has a keen sense of understanding. His mother, Sarah, never misses a chance to remind him that he’s a whirlwind for this world, and he couldn’t possibly disagree. 
When, like today, the pressures of the crown seem too hard to grapple with, Steve decides to step away. Not forever. Just a little while, until he’s able to face them all again. 
He’s at the Royal Gardens, a place he hasn’t visited since last spring after his allergies restricted him to his room. Now, almost a year later, he comes back, disappointed to see that his favorite tree has grown faster than he has. 
Steve approaches it, hands on hips and lips pursed in thought. How am I supposed to climb it now? he asks himself. He wishes Bucky was here, but he knows his best friend has sparring lessons, so he tries his very best to follow his own lead and climb it. 
He tries to climb, and he manages to pull himself up, but three branches and a half are more than enough to steal his breath. He sighs, seeing that he can’t climb higher. His hands ache from the effort. 
Just as Steve contemplates his next move, a small voice calls out, “What are you doing up there, silly?” Startled, he turns his gaze downward, meeting a pair of eyes that feel both familiar and unknown. 
“Who are you?” he asks the young girl in the blue dress. He knows she’s not a princess from the fabric’s quality, though her charming face suggests otherwise. 
“I asked you first.” 
Steve laughs at the girl’s spirited nature. “I am sitting.” She narrows her eyes, unsatisfied with his response. “I like sitting up here. The tree overlooks the castle grounds. It’s nice.”
The girl hums, accepting his answer. She looks up and then around before meeting his eyes again. “Do you care for some company?” 
Steve would normally say no. Aside from Bucky, he doesn’t like to spend time with anyone. But the little girl seems nice and curious, something he decides that he likes about her. So he nods his head.
He watches the faint smile on her lips as she holds tightly to the nearest branch and places her weight on it. Within a couple of seconds, she perches herself on the branch facing him.
“Hi.” 
“Hi!” she giggles, kicking her feet in the air. Now that she’s closer, he can see that she’s much smaller than him. A few years younger too. He watches her lean against the tree’s trunk, gazing around with pure wonder. “You’re right. It is quite nice here.” 
Steve shares a laugh with her before speaking again. “Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” she announces confidently. He likes it. Both her name and her attitude. “And you?” 
He bites the inside of his cheek. Steve has been conditioned to answer this question in one way only: Crown Prince Steven Grant Rogers of Brooklyn. But he’s scared that if Y/N hears this, she might jump down and leave him alone. 
He thinks she’s adorable and kind. Definitely someone Bucky is going to like. So, instead, he says something else. Something he’s never said to anyone. “I’m Steve.” 
“Nice to meet you, Steve! How old are you?” 
“I’m ten,” he replies apprehensively. He knows that he looks much younger because of his height and weight.
Y/N seems to disagree, marveling at his answer. She beams, kicking her legs higher. “I’m six. Is it nice to be ten? My momma says the number ten is a two-digit number, so it’s bigger than six.” 
Steve barely blinks before a soft chuckle escapes his lips. He leans forward a little bit, making sure not to fall. Y/N is sitting there with anticipation governing her features, eagerly waiting for an answer. 
“It’s nice. I can retire to bed a bit later than usual.” That seems to satisfy Y/N, who claps excitedly in response. “I have never seen you before,” Steve then remarks.
Y/N hums. “My momma is Queen Sarah’s new chambermaid. I came to the castle with her.” 
“Oh.” 
Y/N nods. “And you? Does your momma work here, too?” 
“Somewhat, yes,” Steve replies. A comfortable silence stretches for a while, both kids hidden amongst the tree branches, listening to the humming of the birds and the voices of the wind. 
The birds fly around, some even landing atop the tree and catching Y/N’s attention. She marvels at them, then she suddenly stands up, looking at Steve. 
“It must be nicer up there for the birds to sit. Shall we go see?”
Steve hesitates. His blue eyes fill with apprehension as they count the number of branches left. There are six in total, two more than there were last spring. The tree is not too far from the ground, yet high enough for Steve to break his bones if he decides to venture up. 
“I can’t climb that high,” he sighs dejectedly. 
Y/N cranes her head to study Steve’s face. “Do you want to?” she asks to which he nods. “Then of course you can. You simply need a little help.” 
She says it so lightheartedly and surely, it makes Steve’s heart soar. Y/N braces herself and climbs one more branch. She extends her hand, palm open for Steve to take. He hesitates, knowing he shouldn’t and that his father will surely scold him for his actions. 
Y/N shakes her hand once, silently asking him to take it. Without thinking much, Steve does. Two minutes later, he finds himself atop the tree with two birds and a new friend. 
PRESENT DAY
Steve exhales loudly, his gaze fixed upon the tree etched within the pages of his sketchbook. He traces the delicate curves with his eyes, although he knows them by heart. Every intricate detail is etched into his memory from the countless days spent perched upon the tree’s branches alongside Y/N.
With a wistful glance, he closes the sketchbook and casts it aside, a reminder that before this artful piece and the memories it holds existed, there only ever was an unadorned tree.
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“Your Majesty, I can say with absolute certainty that if you continue to wear that expression, it won't be long before the entire court assumes the Robe Bearers have skillfully concealed a stick within your regal attire.” 
“Bucky,” Steve grumbles. Though when he catches his reflection in the mirror, he relents, knowing his best friend, and Lord High Constable, isn’t all too wrong. He raises his hand to dismiss his attendants. They bow and exit, leaving the two men alone. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be anywhere else?” 
Dramatically as always, Bucky covers his heart with his palm. He looks down, seemingly wounded, before his cobalt blue eyes lift. “I am deeply wounded by your implicit dismissal and your forthright irritation, My King.” 
Steve rubs a hand down his face. He has endured twenty-seven years with this man, and sometimes, he wonders if befriending Lord James Buchanan Barnes was a good idea. He knows him all too well now. And if those remarks are any indication, Bucky is, without a doubt, mere seconds away from asking him what’s wrong. 
So Steve speaks his mind before the questions begin. “Must I attend this ball?” 
“You are the King,” Bucky replies. “And tonight you shall not only be celebrated but you shall also—”
“Subdue to the Royal Council’s wishes and secure the future of the throne.” 
Steve’s words have a bite to them. They’re sharp and terse, accentuating the resentment he feels toward this ordeal. He walks away from Bucky, attempting to gather his wits before saying anything else. He sits down on his large bed, one hand on his knee and the other holding his chin. 
“Do not think of it this way.” 
“How else must I think of this when I have no say?” 
“Perhaps you don’t have the freedom of choice when it comes to the matter, but you still have a choice, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. He joins his side, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. He taps him on the shoulder, letting his hand linger there. “The Council has dictated that you shall marry, but only you shall choose who.” 
You couldn’t be more wrong, Steve says to himself. He looks away, the words a sharp slap to his face. He’s never been one for conformity, and Bucky knows this. He’s aware of Steve’s rebellious tendencies and audacious disregard for the Crown's decisions.
Steve knows what this kingdom needs—what queen it longs to have. So why should it be one of noble descent when it could be one of noble spirit? What significance holds the nature of her blood, when in truth, we are all blood in nature? 
“If the choice was truly mine, I would choose no one but her.” 
His eyes are still errant, following a pathway of their own. Though he can’t see it, he feels Bucky’s heavy gaze on him. 
“I should have known you were thinking of Y/N back then,” Bucky comments. He nudges Steve’s shoulder with his until the King concedes and gives the Lord his full attention. He remains quiet, though his eyes say it all. “When are you never thinking about her?” 
“How is she faring?” Steve asks. Each letter is spelled with a plethora of emotions. Carved with longing and desire. It has been a considerable length of time since Steve last laid eyes upon Y/N. Ever since his father banished her to a distant corner of the castle, accompanied by strict instructions to avoid any form of interaction with Steve.
“Well. Though it is beyond evident that she misses you terribly. The mention of you is the only thing that seems to brighten her day.” 
The answer draws a small smile on Steve’s face. He nods, his mind already taking a trek on its own accord, reminiscing the days Steve had spent with Y/N growing up, picturing her dulcet smile and the light that inhabited her eyes. 
Steve has forever been a captive of duty. The blood coursing through his veins tethers him to the crown while unwavering loyalty anchors him to his kingdom. His spirit, alas, was never truly his own, and his heart had long been barricaded by the Council. However, within his mind, a sanctuary exists where his thoughts could roam, untamed and unrestrained, as they collide and soar amidst the vivid memories of Y/N and the alluring freedom she perpetually bestows.
He is on the cusp of replying. With what, he isn't quite sure yet. The mere thought of Y/N has left him momentarily speechless, his mind struggling to find the right words. But the insistent knock on his door reverberates louder than any words he could muster.
“Enter,” Steve says as Bucky straightens and stands up. 
The door opens and in walks Peter, one of the new guards in Brooklyn. “Your Majesty.” Peter bows. “Lord Barnes.”
“What is it, Peter?” Steve asks. 
“His Majesty, King Father Joseph, is requesting your presence.” 
Something within Steve throbs, an ache that resonates through his being. His father possesses an innate knack for impeccable timing, a seemingly supernatural ability to intrude upon Steve's most cherished moments.
Reluctantly, Steve pushes himself up and follows Peter to his father's quarters. He treads the well-worn path, the bitterness seeping through every step. The portraits lining the walls and the chandeliers adorning the taupe ceilings are all too familiar, etched into his memory from countless prior journeys.
His footsteps weigh heavily upon the carpet, each one echoing his disdain for the impending encounter. He takes in a deep breath, steeling himself before the guards deliver a resounding knock, heralding his arrival. With a measured breath, he crosses the threshold and enters the room.
Upon doing so, the pain within him heightens, intensifying to a raw and poignant state. It feels as if every fiber of his being wants to claw its way out from within. His gaze fixates on his father, who lies weak and feeble on the bed, attended to by hovering nurses. Yet, within Steve's mind, contrasting images begin to form.
He envisions himself from years past, confined to his own bed, accompanied by illness and fragility as constant companions. But gradually, the image takes on a bitter-sweet memory.
SEVEN YEARS AGO 
Steve shakes, uncertain whether it's the cold air or his nightmares that make him tremble. His room feels empty and lonely since his mother's departure, and his father is too busy to give him a second thought. Bucky is off with the troops, stuck in endless meetings. The looming war hangs heavy in the air, and Steve's father has made his choice of soldier, and it's not him.
Steve hates it. Hates being so useless. He cannot even fight for his kingdom, so how is he supposed to rule it one day? He huffs an exasperated sigh, turning around in his sheets. He shuts his eyes, partially because he wants to sleep and purely because he’s trying to force himself not to cry. 
It’s not working, though, as he feels the world closing in. The ceiling’s shadows are suddenly creeping closer, and the walls are wailing as they speed ahead. The door to his chambers squeaks, and he thinks it’s flying off its hinges. But in an unexpected shift, the world around him takes on a different hue, one that brings a soothing and calming sensation he didn't anticipate.
“Stevie.” His eyes snap open, and in that instant, he becomes aware of the rapid pounding of his heart. 
“Y/N?” 
“I heard you weren’t feeling your best.” Y/N smiles sheepishly. She moves a strand of her long wavy hair away, taking a tentative step closer. “I thought, perhaps, you needed some company.” 
Steve wants to say a lot of things. But seeing her in her long blue-green dress made him fall quiet. He’s always loved that color on her. It’s his favorite. 
You look beautiful, he tries to say. I have missed you. How are you faring? But nothing of the sort comes out. 
“You will be in trouble if you get caught,” he hears himself say. Instantly he regrets it. But Y/N doesn’t seem to mind. 
She shakes her head and moves closer. “Being with you is no trouble at all, my prince," she murmurs, settling down beside him and clasping his hand in her own. Steve occasionally wishes his hands were larger, more powerful. He feels a pang of shame for the thoughts that have crossed his mind, imagining the different ways his hands would hold her and explore every inch of her being.
His temperature rises at the thought, and even Y/N feels it. She hovers over him, pressing her lips sweetly to his forehead. His eyes close involuntarily. One of his hands weekly clutch Y/N’s own while the other fists her dress. Steve moans under his breath. “You are burning up,” she says with concern lacing her tone. She moves away, and Steve instinctively reaches for her. She sees the worry in his eyes, deciding to brush it away by running her fingers through his hair. “I will not leave, Your Highness.” 
“Y/N,” he grumbles weakly. 
Y/N smiles, reaching for the bowl of water and the wet rag left behind. “I will not leave you, Steve. I promise.”
PRESENT DAY
“Steve,” King Joseph calls. 
Steve is engulfed in a whirlwind of internal battles, ignited by his father's actions that have shattered everything. Promises that were never his to break have been torn apart, and as a result, Steve decides that he's unable to forgive him. He feels no trace of mercy toward him. No trace of love.
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The coronation ball is a spectacle of extravagance, opulence, and sheer absurdity. The entire Brooklyn Court has gathered along with monarchs from neighboring kingdoms. 
King Stark graces the event with his Queen and their young Princess, joined by King Thor, Queen Sif, and Prince Loki. Steve's gaze catches sight of his trusted Lord Chancellor, Samuel “Sam” Wilson, engaged in conversation with his father and the King of Wakanda. 
And though he cannot see him, he knows Bucky must be lurking in the shadows, sharing a hidden moment with Princess Romanoff.
Steve lingers for a few moments before revealing his presence. He stands atop the banister, peering down at the chaos he is about to face. His gaze sweeps across the room, longing for a glimpse of someone familiar, although deep down he knows it's merely a futile hope.
With a heavy sigh, he descends the stairs, fully aware that his destiny lies in wait.
"Announcing His Royal Majesty, King Steven Grant Rogers."
The music begins, and the doors swing open. Steve steps forward, discomforted by the weight of all the attention upon him. He offers nods as others bow and curtsy, attempting to keep a smile on his face. Reaching the throne, he settles into it with more haste than necessary. As soon as he is seated, his subjects rise from their positions.
"Thank you all for joining us tonight," he declares, projecting his voice with a hint of implicit hesitation. “We’re honored to welcome you to Brooklyn Palace. Please, do enjoy yourself. May this merry occasion pave the way ahead for our kingdom.” 
The crowd cheers enthusiastically, chanting Steve’s name and singing his praises. They raise their hands in the air and clap without restraint, though Steve doesn’t hear them. He’s out of tune with his senses, his consciousness hauntingly distant. Suddenly and prematurely, he’s thrust back into the moment. He doesn’t know how to react when Princess Sharon enters his line of sight.
“Your Majesty,” she curtseys. Steve has always noticed that she overdoes it, lowering herself far more than necessary. Sam once remarked she did it to appear meek and subdued—traits many men apparently seek in a woman—Bucky, on the other hand, remarked that she was desperate for attention. 
“Princess Carter.” 
“Sharon, Your Majesty,” she rectifies while meeting his eyes. “You may call me Sharon. If you please, Your Majesty.” 
To his ears, it’s more of a plea than anything else. Which is why he doesn’t recede. Engaging in idle conversation with her isn't what he desires, for he can already discern the thoughts swirling within her mind, mirroring the thoughts of many other women in the palace. His father had made it unequivocally clear that Steve cannot rule without a queen by his side.
“Your Majesty,” Sharon’s voice beckons. Steve gazes at her, failing to mimic her enthusiasm. “Are you not going to ask me to dance?” 
No, he feels the need to say. I do not wish to dance with anyone. But the musicians are getting ready and his father is pinning him down with a glare. 
Reluctantly, he extends his hand and picks Sharon’s. “Of course.” Steve kisses the back of her hand. Carefully, he leads her to the dance floor, front and center, waiting for everyone to join. 
Bucky stands to his right and Sam to his left. Facing them are Princess Natasha and Duchess Wanda, respectively. Kings Tony, Thor, and T'Challa join next, accompanied by their Queens. 
Gradually, the room transforms into a parade of eager guests, lining up in anticipation of the forthcoming dance. A cacophony of music erupts, and the rhythm permeates the air, setting the stage for a whirlwind of movement. 
The men bow with a flourish, while the ladies curtsy in graceful synchronization. In the timeless tradition of the dance, they take a bold step forward, closing the distance between them. Steve's hands, steady yet tinged with anticipation, find their place upon the small of Sharon’s back, guiding her with gentle precision.
He sweeps across the dance floor, leading Sharon in elaborate and pristine circles. Her gaze on him is imperturbable, features soft under the lights of the chandelier. Steve cannot understand how her eyes can be so alight—they’re looking at him as if he was the present and the future when he is, in fact, counting the musical notes, anticipating the next switch in partners. 
The dance is Steve’s “seven minutes in heaven,” as Sam so eloquently worded it. Though, in reality, it’s a vicious torment. This dance offers Steve the chance to dance with four women—three for two minutes and one for no more than a fleeting sixty seconds. And luckily for him, Sharon’s two minutes are now up. 
He spins her to the right, fueled by a sense of anticipation at the thought of stealing a precious moment of respite. She leaves his arms, and he breathes deeply for a moment before Princess Shuri joins him. 
"Your Majesty, do me a favor and grace us with a smile. I would hate for my brother to be proven right. He is constantly rambling about how my mere presence seems to unsettle everyone around."
Steve offers Shuri beyond what she has asked for. A heartfelt laugh tumbles from his lips, and he’s elated to know that the music is far louder than his unrestrained chortle. 
“Your presence is welcome and cherished, Princess Shuri.” Steve dips the princess, ensuring she doesn’t fall. He brings her back on her feet and continues with the rest of the choreography. “Tell T’Challa you are the single spark of joy and delight this evening has brought.” 
“Oh, I will most certainly tell him that.” 
With a final smile, Steve releases his grip on Shuri, allowing her to navigate her way toward Loki's outstretched arms. Though her departure may lack grace, it’s far more captivating to watch than the arrival of yet another noble lady, who is now nestled in his arms. 
Princess Carol’s face is stoic, and her movements feel robotic, pre-programmed. The silence between her and Steve is tumultuous as the prince leads her through the dance. He’s grateful for her aloofness, granting him the chance to focus on something else other than an unnecessary conversation, or worse yet, a proposal. 
His blue eyes meander, traversing the room with a wandering gaze. In the midst of his observation, he catches sight of Princess Natasha and Marquess Barton engaged in a dance. Their movements may lack the refinement of the other nobles, but they appear unperturbed, swaying to a rhythm that is uniquely theirs. Steve notices Natasha intermittently locking eyes with Bucky, exchanging playful winks and smirks that stir a bitter sensation within him.
He thinks he will never experience this. Never be given the chance to love with all his heart and not his mind. To love for love and not the kingdom. To live for his love to rule and not to rule for his love to die.  
Princess Carol slips from his grasp with unexpected swiftness, leaving Steve momentarily stunned. His attention lingers on her abrupt departure, forgetting the need to steady himself. 
As Steve's palm rests open, a hand slips into his, catching him off guard. His arm instinctively reaches out, hastening to steady the woman who has joined him. The sudden touch electrifies his senses, igniting a rush of anticipation within him.
Blue orbs lock onto a wistful masterpiece, refusing to blink and allowing the moisture to gather, lending a subtle glassy sheen. Steve's steps falter, his footing shaken. Only now does he realize that he has been granted six minutes to breathe and a single dance partner that has stolen his every breath.
At this moment, Steve grasps the true might of the human mind as the dance fades into the background though his feet glide effortlessly across the floor. His heart races with joyous abandon, his thoughts sprint in a frenzy, and his eyes struggle to keep pace, captivated by the dazzling radiance emanating from the figure in front of him. 
Steve's eyes fixate on the familiar turquoise dress adorning the woman’s figure, a sight he has imagined countless times in his most indulgent thoughts. Yet, reality surpasses any fantasy he could conjure. With fervent intensity, he absorbs every detail of the woman before him, noting the familiarities that stir his heart and the subtle differences that ignite a sense of curiosity.
He towers over her now, his height surpassing hers by more than an inch. His presence is imposing, a protective and ardent force. They stand close, near enough for her to catch glimpses of green in his eyes and for him to feel the softness of her bodice against his chest.
Time passes, maybe a minute, or perhaps more. He doesn’t know. Because with her, time is a paradox, too complex to comprehend. Or perhaps, plain unnecessary. 
He notes that no one is dancing, noble men and women retreating to the ballroom's margins. They're entranced by Steve and his partner. Their glances multifaceted, both welcoming and unnerving. But he doesn't pay attention to them. Not when the musicians are still playing, granting him an infinity of respite.
He clutches the woman tighter, lifting her up in the air. The light catches the tiara on her head, the one he had specifically requested for her as a gift on her sixteenth birthday. She had once refused to wear it, claiming she wasn't a princess. And she was right. She's not just a princess; she's a queen.
There is so much to say. Too many questions to ask. And yet, Steve can only whisper one thing as he sets her down on her feet, his lips lingering close to her ear.
“You are divinity in human nature, and I have evermore longed to confess to you this.” 
Y/N says nothing, but the gasp that tumbles out and the fingers that trace Steve’s elbow speak of it all. “You haven’t changed,” she notes. He shakes his head and gives her a disbelieving look as if to urge her to look at him again. “You are just as warm and just as kind. Just as beautiful,” she enunciates, whispering the last part. 
The words reach his ears, carrying with them a genuine sincerity that resonates deep within him. He releases a soft exhale, a breath that caresses her face. Her delicate lashes gracefully meet, pulling his attention away from her magnetic eyes to her angelic smile. 
Steve is captivated by every aspect of her presence, his senses entranced by the enchantment that surrounds them both. “I have longed for you,” he admits. Immediately, Y/N's eyes burst open, revealing a clash of waves within her irises—a turbulent ocean of swirling emotions.
“I’ve heard, and I’m here to satiate your longing, My King.” 
"Prince," Steve corrects briskly. As he holds her waist, Y/N places both hands on his chest. He tenderly caresses her bottom lip. "Don't cease to see me in a different light now, princess."
“I am not a princess,” Y/N refutes. “As for the last half of your sentence, no matter who you become to the world, you will always be my prince, Stevie.” 
In that brief moment, her eyes reveal a vulnerability that tugs at Steve's heartstrings. “Y/N, tell me you are truly here. Tell me this is not yet another deceiving portrait my mind has conjured.” 
“I am real.” 
“How?” 
“Queen Mother Sarah,” she admits. Her voice carries a tinge of sadness at the memory of the late queen. “Before her demise, she called for me. You were away at the time, fighting the war against Hydra’s army. She made me swear to attend your coronation ball. To be by your side once more.” 
Oh, mother. Steve stands in disbelief. Though his mother passed seven years ago, her presence lingers within him. A constant source of comfort and guidance. He can't help but compare the stark contrast between his mother's love and his father's hostility, fueling a mix of emotions within him. The dominance and aggression of his father's actions only serve to heighten his appreciation for his mother's enduring tenderness and thoughtfulness, even in the realm of the afterlife.
“I needed to be by your side, even though I know I will be in trouble.” Y/N’s voice shakes him out of his stupor. She’s biting on her lower lip, her long hair hiding half her face. “Your father will surely order me farther away.” 
“Let him try,” Steve challenges with determination, causing Y/N to wear a wearied expression of disbelief. With tenderness, he adds, "I'd like to witness anyone daring to separate the future Queen of Brooklyn from my embrace."
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King Joseph seethes with a fiery intensity, teetering on the edge of explosion. Anger courses through his veins, overwhelming his senses in the wake of what he has just witnessed. With resolute determination, he guides his son towards the Council chamber, his mind already brimming with scathing words, poised to unleash his fury upon him.
“Of all of the women in this court and beyond, you have decided to entertain a chambermaid for the better half of the evening!” 
“She is not a mere chambermaid, father. You know well who Y/N is!” 
"A mere distraction," the King counters vehemently, his fist slamming down on the dark oak table with a resounding thud. "A disgrace," he continues, his voice filled with simmering indignation.
“A queen.” 
"Never! Over my dead body, you imbecile!" King Joseph retorts, his voice laced with venomous defiance, unwilling to yield to his son's audacious declaration.
"So be it then, father!" Steve roars with fiery determination. "All you have ever cared for is for Brooklyn to be the nexus of the Grand American Dynasty, no matter the cost, no matter the price! Your vision is so narrow that you fail to see the alternative paths, the possibilities beyond the ones you have carved for yourself."
“The avenues you traverse in your thoughts are nothing but insignificant alleyways leading to nowhere, boy!” 
"They are mine. All of them belong to me alone," Steve asserts with unwavering conviction. "They are the boulevards of my childhood and the thoroughfares of my future. They are paths carved by a woman who has treated me far better than my own father ever has!"
“She is insignificant!” 
"How dare you! You have waged wars and battles, leaving me to mend the relationships you have severed. You have sowed fear and wielded despair in your son and your kingdom, and I will not allow you to condemn me or my future any longer."
“Steven!” 
“No! You will listen, and I will lend my ears no longer. I am the only heir to the throne. You and the Council be damned if you do not willingly allow me to marry the woman who will rule Brooklyn with far more grace and vigor than you ever had. Mark my words, I will take matters into my own hands and fight for love and justice, even if it means defying the entire kingdom.” 
“You would never," King Joseph says, his voice seething with anger and contempt, his eyes blazing with fiery defiance.
Steve smirk. It’s dark and vindictive, sending shivers down the spine of his father. “Watch me,” he whispers, his voice laced with a chilling determination.
He marches out of the chamber and onto the grand ballroom. His heart thumps in his chest, louder than the mellifluous sounds of the musician's instruments. 
He moves through the crowd like a lion king walking through his kingdom. His gaze locks on Y/N, standing beside Bucky and Sam. As their eyes meet, a mixture of surprise and anticipation reflects in the depths of her gaze, mirroring the emotions pulsating within him.
As the world around them fades into a blur, leaving only the two of them standing in the spotlight, Steve's years of etiquette training and courtship knowledge seem insignificant. Despite his mastery of courting rituals and the art of conversation, Y/N possesses the uncanny ability to shatter his carefully crafted facade. With a mere glance, she erases the learned scripts from his mind, leaving it a blank canvas, ready to be painted by her presence alone.
He doesn’t count his steps though he suspects they’re brisk. He reaches out and tugs at her hand, drawing her closer. Steve lets go of his thoughts and his constraints, deciding to focus on her. His lips are fierce as they suddenly clash with hers, and the sound of their lips moving together seems to echo louder than the
The kiss becomes a clarion call, a declaration of war and surrender in a single act. It symbolizes the culmination of suppressed emotions and unspoken promises, a deluge of feelings too long restrained. It ignites a storm of passionate responses, an uproar of joy and relief that reverberates through the room.
In that fleeting moment, it embodies Y/N's tenderness and longing, intertwining with Steve's defiance and resolve. The kiss bridges the fractures of their past and ushers in the promise of a shared future.
Like an art piece, it's crafted with meticulous detail and profound meaning. Its evocative power lingers in the air, leaving a trace of its essence. The kiss is not just a mere gesture. It's an effervescent expression of their love, unique and incomparable.
At this moment, Steve and Y/N claim their own narrative, painting their own masterpiece of connection and desire. It's an art piece that captivates all who witness it, leaving an indelible mark on their hearts and memories.
“I need a queen,” Steve breathes in haste. I need you, he’s trying to say. I breathe you. 
And Y/N laughs, delicately and boldly. She presses her palms against his cheeks, the warmth of her touch fanning the flames of Steve’s love. 
“Let me be everything you need and more.”
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Steve Rogers has my whole heart, and I was unbelievably happy when Val overflooded my inbox with requests!! Still got one Mob!Steve and Professor!Steve one shots to write, which I'm super excited to start with. Btw, how the hell does Val know all my favorite tropes?
Anyhow, I was so excited, so I powered through this one. The others? Might take anywhere between 3 to 5 business months to release them. But Sab will try her best to release them sooner.
Don’t forget to send in your Marvel/Harry Potter requests!
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My Kingdom, Your Kingdom | Masterlist
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There once were two Kingdoms, Brooklyn and Widovia. Two of the largest in the realm. Lying side by side, they shared one long border full of mountains and a great lake.
In the past, these kingdoms were allies and great friends. Their combined strength was said to have brought peace, safety, and prosperity to the entire realm. Until their strong bond - said to be made for eternity - was broken.
The kingdom to the North, Widovia, lost their beloved rulers to a gruesome accident, many whispered to have been staged by their neighboring ally. With this accusation, the friend- and allyship between these two great nations broke. Friends quickly turned to foes.
Tensions rose high until both kingdoms turned their back on each other. The Kingdom up North even went so far as to close itself off from everyone around them. Soon the kingdom was forgotten by most, but not by its former ally.
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Left behind after the tragic loss of their rulers were three little girls. The King and Queen's dearly beloved daughters. The oldest still too young to rule, the late king's second advisor (for the first one had died with the King and Queen) stepped up. He became the Regent to rule until the princess and heir apparent was ready for it.
Over the years, the world had everted its eyes from Widovia the princesses grew from children into young and beautiful women. At 21 years of age, it was time for her to take her rightful place on the throne. But before that, she needed to find herself a suitable husband.
For the first time in nearly two centuries, Widovia opened its doors and sent out invitations to all the other kingdoms and lordships, inviting their young and unwed sons to vie for the soon-to-be queen's hand at the Christmas ball.
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Before she can find herself a suitable husband however there is one more adventure to go on. The three young and sheltered girls craved to venture into the world and explore what lay behind their countries borders.
secret king!Steve Rogers x heir apparent!Reader (female)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Under the Mistletoe - a short bonus in between ch7 | non-canon to the story
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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 30/?
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<Part 29<
"I need you to wake-up, My love." Steve whispered, looking down at where you rested your head against his chest, smiling lovingly at you.
The journey to Brook was long, tiring and uncomfortable. Even with a stop off for lunch and to stretch your legs, you still found yourself being lulled to sleep after a few hours as you cuddled up against Steve's warmth. Well, that and because Steve couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not that you were complaining.
You mumbled something incoherent as you snuggled closer to Steve making him chuckle and kissed the top of your head.
"I guess, you don't want my surprise then." He whispered.
You raised your head with a hum, "What surprise?" You asked groggily.
Steve smiled to himself, "Knew that would work." He sat up, untangling himself from you. "C'mon sleepy head. You can go back to sleep soon."
Your brow furrowed as you watched him open the carriage door and get out. "Are we back already?" You asked.
Steve shook his head. "Not quite." He held his hand out and helped you out of the carriage. "This is your surprise." He smiled.
You stood in silence as you looked at the cute (not so) little cottage in front of you that was tucked away behind a wall of trees and rose bushes. It was lit up with an orange glow and smoke pouring out of the chimney, looking warm and cosy.
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Steve smiled to himself as he gave you a gentle nudge, encouraging you forward. "I thought this would be a good place for the two of us to hide away for a week or so. Enjoy married life without any worries. Just us." He whispered.
You stepped into the cottage with a grin, "Where are we?"
"Not far from the castle. My hunting cabin isn't far from here."
"It's beautiful... Who does it belong to?" You looked around the place, taking it all in.
Steve smiled as he stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your hips. "You."
You spun around to face Steve with a gasp, "Me?"
Steve nodded. "My father wanted mother to have a quiet place to retreat to if the castle got too much whilst she was carrying me, so he had this place built. Once I was born, it became a place the three of us would use to hide away from the castle..."
Your brow furrowed, "It's not mine then if your father had it built for your mother."
Steve sighed softly, "Sweetheart, it was my mother who gifted it to you... To us. She knows how difficult it can be for a young Princess... She wanted you to have a place that you feel safe in, like she did." He smiled lovingly st ypu as he took yoyr hands in his. "Wha'cha say, happy to spend some time alone with me here, wife?"
You bit you bottom lip and nodded with a giggle, "I certainly am, husband." You wrapped your arms around Steve's neck and kissed him.
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The sound of birds tweeting and the sun leaking through the drapes slowly aroused you from your sleep just enough for you to sense something was happening around you that could only be described as chaos. You could hear voices, shouting and cursing over the top of one another, heavy footsteps stomping back and forth. You let out a tired groan and rolled over in the large empty bed, frowning as you blindly searched for Steve. You opened your eyes and looked around the room, empty. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before climbing out of bed and making your way out of the room, in search of your husband.
The cottage wasn't too big that you'd end up lost like you did on your very first visit to the castle, but there were still plenty of rooms to explore.
You fell in love with the cottage the moment your eyes landed on it. It was much bigger than you first thought, but it still managed to have a cosy feel to it.
The room you and Steve were occupying was larger than the others that filled the cottage. It had a four poster bed at the farthest side of the room, a dressing table and chair against the wall opposite the door, a fireplace opposite the bed, as well as having a small closet attached. There was a smaller room opposite that had been used as Steve's when he was much younger and had been turned back into a nursery for when the time arrived for yours and Steve's children to use. A small water closet sat at the end of the hallway on the left that held a large bathtub (big enough for two) and next door to your room was what had been a study that Steve's father used before Steve had it changed into a miniature library for the two of you to use. That, too, had a fireplace that the two of you could sit in front of. At the other end of the hallway was a door that led into the front of the cottage. The door opened up into the sitting room, a large space that had a couple of armchairs in front of another fireplace as well as a dining table by the window that looked out onto the small garden that was filled with rose bushes and trees. To the right of the sitting room was a joining kitchen, and that was where you found your husband and the chaos.
You watched as Steve, Sam and Bucky coughed, trying to wave smoke away from them as they each yelled over one another.
"What on earth is going on?" You asked with a cough, quickly covering your mouth.
The three of them turned towards you like startled deer, panic in their eyes.
When no one answered, you huffed and folded your arms across your chest. "Well?"
"His fault!" Sam and Bucky said in unison as they pointed at Steve.
Steve glared at them, "Is not."
You rolled your eyes as the three of them began to talk over each other once more. "Enough!" You huffed and made your way over to the large wooden door at the front of the cottage that lead out into the garden, "You're like children... Worse than Morgana." You mumbled.
"What are you doing, My love?" Steve asked as he watched you open the door.
"Letting the smoke out so we don't choke to death." You turned back to the three of them. "Perhaps one of you could open the windows?"
Sam and Bucky quickly and began moving around the cottage. Steve stayed in the same spot with his head lowered, chewing on his bottom lip looking a lot like a child that's about to be scolded.
You smiled to yourself as you walked towards him, reminding yourself to tease him later on about it. "What happened?"
Steve opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Bucky and Sam bet him to it.
"His Majesty, was attempting to cook."
"And like it usually does, it ended in disaster." Bucky shook his head with a huff, "I told him to stay out of the kitchen."
Sam nodded, "But His Majesty knows best." Sam rolled his eyes.
You let out a small giggle as Steve continued to glare at them.
It was true, Steve wasn't the best cook. Any time he attempted cooking, something disastrous happened.
"Boys," You stood in front of Steve and placed a comforting hand on his chest as you faced Bucky and Sam. "Could the two of you fetch some more firewood, please?" You smiled sweetly.
The pair nodded before bowing to you and making their exit.
You cleared your throat before you turned back to face Steve. "So... What happened?"
Steve sighed as he gently placed his hands on your waist and tugged you against his chest. "I wanted to bring you breakfast." He frowned. "I don't know what happened. One minute I had everything set, and the next the pan of water boiled over and-"
"Put the fire out?" You asked already knowing the answer. Steve nodded with a pout. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself cooing at him. How can a man be so soft and adorable, yet feared by so many? You gently cupped his cheeks with your hands and pressed your lips against his softly, letting out a moan as Steve gave your waist a squeeze. "Don't worry about it. It's an easy fix." You smiled at him before slipping out of his arms. "Let's get this cleaned up then we'll cook breakfast together."
Steve raised his eyebrow at you as you began moving things around. "Do you know how to cook?" Steve asked.
You giggled as you looked back at him over your shoulder. "Yes, Steve."
"You do?"
"Don't sound so surprised." You smirked.
"Sorry." Steve blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I just, don't understand how you know?"
"Well, I learnt, Steven." You teased making him roll his eyes.
"I get that smart-ass." He chuckled, coming up beside you. "When?"
"What did you think I did when I wasn't attending sowing circles?"
Steve smiled, "Who taught you?"
"The Castle's cooks." You smiled with a shrug. "Even Dum-Dum taught me how to cook his famous battle stew last year."
Steve's brows raised in surprise just as Sam and Bucky returned. "Dum-Dum gave you his secret recipe?"
"Her Highness cooks it even better than Dum-Dum." Bucky winked at you with a grin making you blush.
Sam nodded and rubbed his belly. "Oh man, what I'd give to have some of that stew."
Steve frowned as he looked at them then at you. "Why have I never tried it?" He pouted.
You turned away from him to hide your smirk before clearing your throat, "You're always busy with meetings when I cook it." You let out a soft sigh.
Steve frowned to himself as he thought back to your visits. He usually did have a few meetings that lasted hours and hours, plenty of time for you to cook Dum-Dum's stew and share it with his men. He can't remember how many times he's found you training with them, even in rain, as you tried to pass the time.
"No matter," You smiled at him. "I'll make it tonight for us all."
Steve chuckled, "Let's focus on breakfast first, love." He kissed your cheek. "Now, tell me what to do."
"Nothing!" Bucky and Sam groaned in unison making Steve glare at them.
You began to laugh, quickly disguising it as a cough and looking away as Steve turned his glare to you. He smiled to himself as he watched you busy yourself before he sent Sam and Bucky another glare.
"Piss off," He mouthed to them, waving his hand around.
Bucky smirked, shaking his head at him as he walked up to you, "What can I do to help, Your Highness?" He asked, sending Steve a wink once you began telling him what to do.
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You giggled as Steve kissed your bare shoulder, working his way up your neck until you were a giggling mess. "Stop it," You tapped his bicep, pushing slightly to get him off you.
Steve pulled back with a grin. "You're just too sweet," He teased before pressing his lips to yours. He rolled over on to his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. Steve panted softly against the top of your head before kissing it. "You know... They won't be here all the time... I promise."
You smiled to yourself, snuggling further into his chest, wrapping your arms tighter around his body as you hiked your leg up over his. "Stop... I had fun today. Besides, I don't mind Bucky and Sam being around."
Steve sighed, "I know you don't... But I wanted it just to be us. I wanted us to have some time together... To get to know each other."
You carefully pushed yourself up so you were looking down at Steve, not care in the world as you let your naked body show as you looked down at your husband lovingly. "We already know each other, darling."
Steve shook his head, "But we're married now..." He smiled as he reached up brushed your hair back as he cupped your cheek. "Things are different."
"How? We're still the same people, Steve."
Steve smiled, "But now I can do this," He gently pulled your face down to his and pressed his lips against yours, easily slipping his tongue past your lips and deepening kiss momentarily before pulling back, "As much as I want." He grinned at you. "As well as other things," He teased.
You lowered your head, trying to hide your face as you blushed. "When you put it like that." You smiled to yourself. "Maybe Bucky and Sam shouldn't be around so much."
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months
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「 series collection 」
so you wanna read something with multiple parts? well, you've come to the right place. here are all of the series I've written all accumulated in one neat place topped off with a nice bow and everything
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long series
sunflower
spencer reid x neighbour!painter!reader, follows seasons 9-10
chamomile
spencer reid x bau!reader, follows season 6
daisy
steve harrington x private school!reader, very slutty stuff
plum
joel miller x former firefly!reader, very dark and angsty
fused with the foe
king!steve rogers x princess!reader, original fantasy world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers
the wistful wyvern  
knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity (COMING SOON!)
soot and sparks 
blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, original fantasy world, friends to lovers (COMING SOON!)
lilac
 lumberjack!frank castle x reader, the wholesomeness of running an inn in a tiny rural town
buttercup
matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery
mini series
snowdrop
spencer reid x gideon!daughter!reader, pre season one + end of season 2
thistle
prince!james potter x servant!reader, set in the beginning of the 1920s
evergreen university
reader x various CEvans characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), slutty murder mystery
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sunshinebuckybarnes · 11 months
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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 🩷🌷
Bucky Barnes ✨
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Her by @avecra
bucky barnes x reader
Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)
Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader
Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Bucky x Reader
Cordially invited by @navybrat817
Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Grandeur by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Crossing the line by @jadedvibes
Beefy!Bucky x reader
Give it to me by @flordeamatista
dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader 
Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)
Send me an angel by @navybrat817
Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer
Bucky Barnes x female reader
You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista
knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader
Headstrong by @flordeamatista
beefy!bucky barnes x reader
The kiss by @lunarbuck
professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)
Namor ✨
Waves of love by @flordeamatista
Namor x reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Flamingo king by @onsunnyside
Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader
Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Biker!Ari x Reader
Excelled by @syntheticavenger
Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey
farmer!steve rogers x reader
His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Andy Barber ✨
Sleepy sex by @worksby-d
Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Hold my heart by @flordeamatista
boyfriend!andy barber x reader
Joel Miller ✨
Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings
no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink
joel miller x fem!reader
Lloyd Hansen ✨
Gratitude by @kinanabinks
Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader
Multiple characters ✨
Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy
Peepshow by @labella420
Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Two Kings (4)
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Summary: You have fallen in love with the king of Brooklyn. When your wedding day arrives, there is much more to discover about the man you fell in love with than you thought...
Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader  
Warnings: angst, modern royal au, dystopian world (kinda), fluff, young love, implied smut
A/N: We are living in modern times, but in a dystopian/post war world. Almost every technology got destroyed.
A/N: For a better understanding - Prince Steve Rogers, Prince Bucky Barnes and Prince Tony Stark are the same age for my story.
Two kings masterlist
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A few months later, …
“Aw, no. It’s raining again,” you sigh as you look out the window. “No walk in the garden then. Do you want to go to the library or to your room?”
“You want me to leave your room?” the prince asks. “I just arrived, and I thought we could spend time together.”
“I’d love that, my prince. It’s just,” you smile softly as you turn around to face the prince, “you are grumpy Steve again. I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.”
“Grumpy Steve?” He steps toward you and places his hand on your shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you are two Steves,” you giggle. Sometimes you're such a soft, dreamy boy drawing pictures all the time. This Steve always wants to be close to me and cuddle me. And then there is grumpy Steve. You don’t like drawing and spend less time with me. You are distant then, and less clingy.”
“I-“ the prince licks his lips. Without any response, he opens his jacket to get a drawing out of it. "Uh, I have a new frog for you.”
"New frog," you snatch the drawing out of his hand so you can find a place for it. “I love the frogs.” You turn your head to look at Steve. “Don’t get me wrong. I love all of your drawings, but the frogs are the cutest.”
“You like them more than the others?” he asks, as he steps closer to you. “Really?”
“You see, just like your moods, the drawings are different too. Soft Stevie draws beautiful flowers and portraits. But grumpy Steve has this talent for cute frogs, and I love that dog you drew for me some months ago.”
“That was a goat,” the prince sheepishly admits. “Sorry, it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to.”
“No! I love it,” you protest. “It’s cute. Dog, goat. It doesn’t matter. As for your two moods, I like them a lot. The soft and the grumpy. I like that you pout and wiggle your nose when you’re grumpy.”
You flash the prince a smile. “I do not pout! I’m a man and men do not pout,” he exasperatedly says.
You giggle and wink at the prince.
“You are teasing me, aren’t you?"
“You’re smart too,” you say. The prince pouts, but grabs your hand. Gently. He just holds it for a while staring you in the eyes. “How about we spend some time on my bed?" 
The prince nods, afraid to speak now. “I’d like that too.”
“We could cuddle and-“ you cup his cheek with your free hand, “you could touch me again, my prince. I love it when you touch me.”
“T-ouch you,” he stammers. The prince seems nervous as he releases your hand. “I-we…you want me to touch you...again?"
For a moment his blue eyes turn dark. He clenches his jaw and puffs out a breath.
“You know, I love the soft and the grumpy man," you say, standing on tiptoes to press a soft kiss on his lips. “Maybe grumpy Steve wants to make up for being away for so long. What do you say, my prince?”
He swallows the lump in his throat. The prince’s eyes drop to your lips, and further down to your chest. “You are so soft, smart, and beautiful. I think…I think I love you.”
You giggle again. 
“No…I mean,” he fights to get the words out. “I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you—” the prince frowns. He shakes his head and clears his throat. “What I want to tell you is that I’m sorry I don’t say it so often.”
This time, you frown. The last time the prince was around he wouldn’t stop telling you how much he loves you. He swore on his life to love you till the end of the time Now it seems like he forgot about that promise.
“It’s alright, my prince,” you cup his face with both hands. “I love you too. Grumpy. Soft. I don’t care. You have a place in my heart.”
A soft look crosses his face when he looks at you.
You kiss him again. The prince instantly returns the kiss and wraps his arms around your body. He moans into your mouth. 
“You are mine, Blossom. Forever mine. No one can take you away from me,” The prince softly whispers against your lips. 
“Blossom,” you breathe against him. “I like it.”
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“How do you want to spend the day?” you murmur as you wake up in the prince’s arms. You and the prince spent another night together. He was a little nervous last night, but you didn’t mind.
“Can we stay like this all day?” He looks at you in his arms. “I wouldn’t mind holding you in my arms for the rest of my stay.”
“I’d like that, but my father will not like it,” you giggle. 
The prince chuckles. “I guess he already knows we did more than cuddle. We are not living in medieval times, you know. It’s not a shame to love each other in any way.”
“Sometimes I wish our world was different. It’s so unfair that-“ you sniffle. “My aunt is pregnant, and she fears it’s another son.”
“Our world is cruel," he chokes out. “If only we could change it. I don’t think killing second sons will save this rotten world. Maybe with the help of Prince Stark and Prince Barnes, we could turn this world into a better place for everyone.”
“What do you mean?” you lift your head to look at the prince. 
“I heard my father talk to King Stark,” he whispers so no one can hear him. "They said the law about second sons must be eliminated. It’s inhuman.”
"I completely agree," resting your head on his chest you sigh deeply. “My parents got lucky because I was the firstborn. I never understood why only second sons must die. What if the second daughters want to take over the world? Huh? That’s misogynist.”
“Do you want to take over the world, Blossom?” He grins now. “I’ll help you.”
“Of course, you’ll help me, my prince. We will rule this world. Your soft and grumpy side,” you smile to yourself. “Give me a bit more time to figure out a plan.”
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“Father, what do you think about the prince?” you ask a few days after your fiancé left your kingdom. 
“He will be a worthy husband and king. The prince is smart, and caring and I know he loves you dearly,” your father softly says. He kisses your temple and wraps his arms around you.
“Why does he never allow me to visit him?" You whisper. “He promised me that I would visit him soon. But whenever I ask him about his home, he turns silent.”
“Young men can be difficult. Maybe he’s afraid you won't like his kingdom. It’s smaller than ours and colder. Flowers hardly grow at his place.”
“You think so? Oh, maybe I should read more books. I could help him grow flowers in his kingdom. I think I'll retreat to the library today."
“Never forget, this bond is important to both you and our kingdoms. We are four kingdoms united by friendship and trust against the world.”
“Four kingdoms?” you question. “What’s that supposed to mean, Father?”
“King Howard Stark, King Joseph Rogers, King George Barnes, and I are allies. We agreed on creating a new world. A safer and less cruel one. One day, we will tell you about it. Just not yet..."
Part 5
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regal ties - wanda maximoff
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Summary: the reluctant princess meets the willing warrior.
Pairing: wanda maximoff x knight!female!reader, slight natasha romanoff x reader (eventually just platonic)
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“She is the strongest warrior I’ve yet to see.”
“But father, she is merely a woman, not fit to protect a king, or the princess.”
“Untrue, my boy, you have not seen her in battle!”
“You are too kind, my lord.”
“I speaking nothing but truths.”
“The army is off to battle outside of Sokovian lines, and I as your queen have waved your duties as battalion commander.” You face drops at the proclamation. You frown, wiping your dirty mouth with a napkin, and you place it on the table. “Thank you, malady, but may I ask why?”
“The princess will be shipped in from England within the day, and I need her to be watched. You are one of the only people I trust to not let her get hurt.”
“We are discuss trading options with a Duke in the region of Prussia.” You nod to yourself. The king smiles at you.
“I will do as you please, my king.”
“Brilliant.” You take in a breath.
“May I excuse myself?” The king excuses you, and you push out your chair, walking outside of the dining hall. It wasn’t long before your walk led you to the yard where many soldiers were receiving training.
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As you approached, Steve noticed and spoke up. “ATTENTION, MEN!” All men stopped their jousting and rushed to the middle of the field at attention. “Commander Y/N has approached.” You grip the handle of your blade and walk up to the men.
“Men! I have been informed by the king that a Duke from Prussia has come to discuss trade. I expect you to be at your best. I have been appointed as a personal detail for the princess, so Commander Rogers will be my successor until I am needed in battle.”
“Finally!” Everyone falls silently as you glare towards them.
“Excuse me?” Silence. “Reveal your foul tongue, or I shall strike you down.”
A large burly man moves through the crowd, and barely towers over you with a smirk. “Steve is more of a leader than you, girl.” Of course Rumlow, the low life servant pig, had something to say. You scoff.
“That may be so, but I must tell you something.” You reach onto your belt, and pull a thick knife of a holster, swiftly swiping it onto his neck. “I was bred of warriors. This blade has killed millions, and will strike a million more. If you decide that I am not fit, so be it, but you will not speak above your station.”
You two began to stare one another down, until footsteps came down the stairs. “Commander!” You turn swiftly, blade still to his neck as you watch the messenger fidget slightly. “Um…the princess is here!”
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You walked behind the young boy whom you remembered to be May’s nephew, Peter, as he walked fast to the dock. The weight of your armor slowed you down as the wooden stairs creaked under your thick leather boots.
When you arrived on the dock, everyone seems to bow as she boards off but you don’t. I could have this person hung, she thought. Her dresses was short enough for her to walk out. Servants, including the messenger grabbed her trunks and began to walk them back up. She approached you.
“Princess.” You say with a bow of your head. “Ah, one of father’s lackeys? Does he want you to protect me?” You chuckle slightly as the crew moves past you. “Most insult my sex before they do my integrity, this is a first.”
“I don’t need protective detail, especially from another woman.”
“Ah! There it is, surprised you lasted that long.”
“You are speaking to me as if we are old friends. Know that I am your superior…”
“Y/N.” She scoffs.
“Y/N, stupid name that is.” She walks past you and towards the stairs, and you move to catch up. “I don’t need a protective detail.” She mumbled. You chuckle to yourself.
“Tell that to the arrow I took for your brother. A “friend” tried to assassinate him. The king is being cautious, and as the commander for th-“
“You’re the commander? What of Thaddeus?”
“Killed in battle months ago.”
“Goodness.” You hum as you allow her to pass.
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You had arrived to the dining hall where Wanda was greeting her family as Pietro approaches. “I tried with all my might, but they wouldn’t be swayed.” You smile, patting his back.
“It’s alright, your sister is quite the young woman.”
“A wretch that is.” He says, making you snicker. “Not far off.”
“I do love her, but her demeanor is fitting of her title. Spoiled princess.” Wanda is approaching, blatantly ignoring you. “Brother.”
“My sweet Wanda, oh how I have not missed you.” Wanda rolls her eyes as the two embrace. “I assume you’ve met Y/N.” He gestures over to you, making you smirk. “Yes, my lord, it seems as though she loathes the name.”
Pietro looks over at Wanda who shoots you at not so subtle glare. “I love your name, Y/N.” He smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Much appreciated, my lord.”
“Ugh! Have I not told you about the formalities?! No more!” He pats your shoulder, walking off to his parents as your eyes meet Wanda’s. “I’ve only to escort you to your chambers, and you will not see me for the rest of the night.” You say with a kind smile.
“Hmm. And where are your chambers?”
“I sleep in the house near the stables, but my noblemen share my intended room.”
“How come?” You shrug. “I enjoy sleeping naked in bales of hay.”
Wanda looks slightly flustered, making you chuckle. “Sorry for my indiscretion. No, I um…I grew up grooming the horses, they get scared when I’m not near.” Wanda hums. “Well, I’ll bid everyone goodnight, and we can be on our way.” You nod, letting her walk away.  
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The walk wasn’t far, and you has stopped in front of the cottage’s door. “Well. I’ve assigned two guards to watch over you at night. But I’ll probably be here early in the morning. Making my rounds.” You smile as she has no expression.
“Goodnight, princess. Welcome home.” You bow before her, making her crack a smile. When you stand up, you frown at her smile. “What?”
“Rarely anyone bows before me. At school it was only to mock.”
“Oh. Would you like me to stop?” She shakes her head no. “Do as you please.” She gives you a genuine smile before walking into the small cottage. 
You nod to yourself, uncrossing your hands from behind your back as you waltzed down the small hill. When you approached the small stable, you noticed your friend. Softly, you ran up to her, capturing her in a big hug that made her laugh, a rarity. 
“Let me down, you oaf!” You smile, letting her down as the wind blowed, her soft red hair and your tunic blowing with it. “So...How’s the princess, as spoiled as I heard?” Natasha asks curiously, making you scoff. “All you ladies do is gossip, hmm?” The woman shrugs, ringing out the towel in her hand. 
“She is fine, a bit spoiled, but nothing not expected of her.”
“Hmm.” The door on the other side opened, and there May was. “To sleep, you two. The guard don’t like us fraternizing.” You chuckle as Natasha’s hand covered your chest. “I am the guard, May.” She rolls her eyes, brushing you off as she walks out. 
“Well, that’s my cue.” She turns back to you, kissing you on the cheek as she walks backwards the door May left from. She gives you an air kiss, and you pretend to catch, punding your chest hard as you fall on your back dramatically, making her laugh.  
“Goodnight, oaf.”
“Goodnight, my widow.”
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