#bucky x reader king au

[nastybuckybarnes]

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!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

“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.”

~*~

“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.

~*~

“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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[buckrecs]

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

Alpha!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

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

intensional by @noctumbra

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

scent by @noctumbra

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

vanilla by @noctumbra

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

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

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

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

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

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

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

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

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

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

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

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

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

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

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

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

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

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

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

Protector by @rookthorne

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

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

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

Better Like This by @simsadventures

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

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

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

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

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

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

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

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

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

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

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

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

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[buckyalpine]

Yours to Claim

King!Bucky x reader

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

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

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

Except yours. 

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

Waiting.

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

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

He cared about your happiness?

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

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

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

And if you didn’t-

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

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

Touched in places no one dared lay their hands on.

You were now his property. 

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

“Princess we don’t have t-

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

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

However, it was far more complicated for you.  

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

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

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

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

 It made him beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JAMESS” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

The one to your heart. 

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

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

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

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

The king.

Your James. 

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[ultralightpoe]

Power- Bucky Barnes

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

Word Count: 3496

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

Main Masterlist Here

Part One - - Part Two - - Part Three

(Thank you for the gif @unearthlydust )

Enjoy!

You weren’t you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When has Sam ever been able to hold him?

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She merely blinked at him before whipping her head away.

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

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

“Clung?” Nat asks.

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

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

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

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

“So…”

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

“What?! No!”

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“You like this spot?”

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

“Quiet?”

“I can hear pain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You talk like I know you.”

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

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

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

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

“Not right now Nat.”

“Bucky-“

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who is he talking to?

Where were you?

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

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

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

There was so much light and so much pain.

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can feel your pai-“

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

“They’re all in pain-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not with you-“ you sob. “Go!”

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

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

“I can take it. Just let go.”

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A breakdown.”

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

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

“Cause of me.”

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

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

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

“I know.”

“You know?”

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

“So you know I was avoiding you because-“

“Yes.”

“And you know I -“

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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Double the trouble [pt.2] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2

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

Warnings: none

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

wc: 3.7k

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

— ⧗ —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maria's."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But- Bucky?!" Isla protested.

"Bisexual, honey. She can like both."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mama he's just a friend."

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

"Sure, mhm, just a friend."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ⧗ —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ⧗ —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ⧗ —

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom! I made out with Valkyrie!"

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Before you (6)

Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Characters: Knight Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, grumpy and loud Steve, Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), mentions of loss of loved ones, undefined age gap, a hint of fluff, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, Steve is a little possessive in this…

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<< Part 5

“Steve! BROTHER! Open the door,” you flinch as it seems that Bucky wants to tear the door down with his bare hands. “If you hurt her, you’ll regret it. She’s your true mate.”

“Bucky, stop this immediately or you’ll end up in the dungeon. I swear if you threaten my claim, you are no longer my brother,” Steve warns.

There is a commotion behind the door, and then silence.

“He-he means well, my king,” whimpering in fear you look up at Steve. “Please don’t punish him. He pities me. Please.”

“You’ve got a soft spot for my brother,” he grits his teeth. “How far did he go? Did he touch you?”

“What? He wouldn’t…no. Your brother is a good man. All this time he tried to help me, my king. I swear on my father’s grave,” you sniffle. “Please…”

“A good man,” he huffs. “Unlike me?” The king questions. He waits for you to protest but you press your lips into a thin line. “I wasn’t always like this. Hard. Cold. Careless.”

“I don’t know you, my king,” you drop your gaze. “You’re a king. You have all the right to treat me like…this.”

“Look at me,” it’s an alpha command and your head immediately snaps upward. “I promised to keep you safe, and I will. No one will ever hurt you again or break your heart.”

“It’s too late for that.”

Steve swallows thickly as you start trembling. “Why’s that?”

“My family is gone,” you whimper. “And the only boy I ever loved forgot about me.” You give him a sad smile. “Promises are meant to be broken, my king. I don’t know if yours are meant to be kept.”

“My love,” your eyes round as he steps closer to cup your cheek with his right hand. “I never forgot about you. And I never wanted to break my promises. My father has forbidden me to come back to you. One day, he said you died in the fire with your family.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you press your hands weakly against his chest. “What is the meaning of your words, your highness.”

“Do you remember the horseshoe? I gave it to you,” he speaks as softly as he can. It’s hard to control his emotions after he got to know about Peggy’s betrayal.

“Horseshoe.”

Your heart wildly beats in your chest. This can’t be. No.

“You still have it.”

“A boy named Grant gave it to me, my king. I would remember being friends with a king.”

“A crown prince, my love,” he whispers lowly. Steve leans closer to sniff at your neck. “My name is Steven Grant Rogers. King of Brooklyn. My father wanted me to hide that I am the crown prince back then. So, I used my middle name.”

“No—no,” you cry. “My friend was a good person. He would’ve never treated people like you do. Grant was kind and so nice. He gave me my first kiss…my only kiss.”

“I never forgot about our kiss,” Steve tries to bring you into his arms but you fight him. A king can take whatever he wants, but you won’t give in without a fight. Your innocence is all you’ve got left.

“You’re not him,” he wins. You end up in his arms, your face pressed into his chest. You are forced to scent the king and feel his warmth. “You can’t be him. He would’ve saved me. Grant will come for me one day. I know it.”

“Y/N, I’m here. I would’ve come for you. I didn’t know you are still alive. I swear,” he sniffs as you wiggle in his grip. “Please, Y/N. I still go the flower you gave me.”

You stop wiggling and lift your head. “What kind of flower?”

He smiles now as you place your hands flat against his chest. “I’ll tell you if you stop fighting me.”

“I-“ you nod, but cautiously watch Steve. He lets go of you to walk toward his bed. He kneels to look under the bed and gets a small golden chest out. “What’s this?”

“My treasure,” he places the chest onto the bed and opens it. “Look,” Steve gets a small book out. He opens the book to show you a pressed flower, hidden in the middle of the book. “It’s a daisy.”

You wrap your arms around yourself. This can’t be. No. The king cannot be the boy you loved for so long.

“No. What happened to you? How can you be like this?”

“I lost everything when my father told me you died in that fire,” he carefully closes the book again. “Peggy became my queen, even though, I only ever wanted you to become mine.”

“She died,” you softly say. “I heard it from Bucky. He said something along the lines when I took care of her horse.”

“It’s not her horse,” he grits out. “She said it’s hers, but it wasn’t,” Steve says. “I asked my father to get it from your father before all of this happened. I wanted to gift it to you. She took it away from you. Peggy stole your place by my side with lies and her treacherous words.”

“It never was my place,” you step toward the door. “Even if you are Grant, you are not the man I had hoped you’ll become.” You sniff. “My king, you know that a maid cannot take a queen’s place. You and that woman were meant to be. Not us.”

“Please don’t say this,” he begs. His eyes fill with tears as you reach for the doorknob. “We were always meant to be, omega. No one can stop an alpha from claiming his true mate. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Not hours ago, you wanted me gone.”

He flinches as something hits the door from the other side. You shriek and fall to your knees to crawl away. “Y/N.”

Steve runs toward you. He goes down on his knees to wrap his body around your trembling form.

“STEVE!” the door finally bursts open, and a very angry Bucky, followed by Samuel storms into the room. “Where? What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Steve mutters. “You just destroyed my door.”

“I thought…I mean,” Bucky huffs as you cling to his brother’s body. You hide your face in his chest, crying as you are scared to hell and back. “You didn’t hurt her.”

“Of course not,” Steve bites back. “I told you to read Peggy’s diary and leave us alone. I need to talk to Y/N and explain a few more things.”

“Did you already tell her?” the brunette lifts a brow as his brother sighs deeply. “I guess things didn’t go well?”

“She doesn’t believe me, Bucky. I got the flower and all,” the king whispers. “What else can I do to make her believe that I’m Grant, the boy who fell in love with her so many years ago?”

“Steve let’s be honest. You treated her like the worst since you met her for the first time,” Bucky tries to make his brother see that you won’t be able to forgive the king so easily. “I told you that she’s special.”

“I know,” Steve gently rocks you in his arms. “You must read the diary, Bucky. I need to talk about it with someone. Peggy betrayed me, brother.”

“I asked Lord Barton and Samuel to find out more about Rumlow, and the knights attacking Y/N’s family that night.”

“Good. I want him in the dungeon. He’ll pay for what he did,” Steve runs one hand up and down your back. “Can you leave me alone with Y/N for a little longer? Maybe find someone to take care of the door.”

“Steve, I think you should leave Y/N alone for a while. It’s a lot to take in,” you lift your head to look at the kind brunette. “She can sleep in one of the spare chambers next to yours.”

“No,” you whine as Steve wraps his arms tighter around your body. “She must stay here. We don’t know if one of Peggy’s allies will go after her. No one can take her away from me ever again.”

“Brother you need to calm down. You’re scaring her. It’s no good to let your alpha take over at the moment,” Bucky tries again. “I want you to tell me what this is all about. Rumlow. Peggy. The fire.”

“You need to read the diary, Bucky. We will talk after you read it,” Steve nuzzles his nose in your hair to inhale your scent deeply. “She’s still scared.”

“Of you.”

“No! She’s not scared of me,” the king talks back as you start to squirm in his hold again. “She cannot be scared of me. I finally found her again after believing I lost her five years ago.”

Bucky reluctantly leaves the room to find someone to take care of the door and read the diary. “Steve, be gentle. Y/N is a blooming flower, don’t pick her too soon.”

“I’ll wed her first,” Steve mutters under his breath. “She’s going to be a queen and I’ll treat her like one. I won’t steal her innocence without making her, my wife.”

Bucky clears his throat at Steve’s words. “That’s not what I meant, Steve. I wanted you to be careful and not yell at her again.”

“Oh Steven,” Bucky closes the diary. He wipes a single tear off his cheek. “How could she do this to you and Y/N? I knew she was a treacherous snake, but this is unforgivable.”

He sighs deeply. What else can he do? One moment his brother wants to chase you away, and the next he’s talking about marriage and making you his queen.

“I will make sure you’ll not hurt Y/N. If your heart’s not in this, I’ll bring her away from here…”

“I want to go,” you press the bundle with your belongings to your chest. “I don’t belong here, my king. Please let me go.”

“Y/N, I know you don’t believe me, but I’m Grant,” he carefully approaches you. “How can I convince you?”

“You can’t be him,” stubbornly shaking your head you step back as Steve gets closer. “How could you change so much?”

“I lost you and my father forced me to marry Peggy. She died during childbirth,” he shrugs. “Peggy was all I had left after my father passed away. I was suddenly a king, and she was my salvation. Or so I thought.”

You remain silent and look away.

“She died, and my son didn’t live longer than a few days. I felt like the world betrayed me and turned my back on my people, even my brother,” Steve sniffs. “Peggy’s death opened old wounds. Wounds that never healed.”

“You can’t be him,” you repeat.

“Maybe you’re right. I’m not the Grant you used to know,” he takes another step toward you. “But there is still the young man falling in love with you inside of me. Can you help me find him again?”

“I’m only a maid, my king,” you glance at Steve. Your heart aches at the sadness in his eyes. He’s barely a shell of the young man you used to know. “How could I help you?”

Before you (7)

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey sweet Olivia 🥰 have you ever considered writing a Royal AU ? I love the idea of King Bucky and maybe maid or non Royal Reader ! Just thought that’s something you’d like ! Have a great day 💗

Sorry this took so long my lovely 💕

The Cost of Kindness || King!Bucky

Summary: An innocent interaction tears you from your reality and towards a marriage you didn't ask for or want. Warnings: 18+ only, soft!dark Bucky, fluff WC: 3.2k

Bucky’s Masterlist || part one || part two

“Excuse me, sir, you need to pay for that.” Your words were polite but your tone was cool as you caught the would-be thief's hand by the wrist. 

His face was mostly hidden by the cloak that wrapped around his shoulders, the hood only revealing a pair of oceanic eyes. The apple fell from his fingers and you caught it before it could land among the rest and bruise them, lowering the sale price even more. 

“The cost?” He asked quietly, a satiny voice that seemed too smooth for a man in a filthy, raggedy cloak filled with holes larger than your fist. 

His eyes fell to the fruit with longing and you felt sorry for him, looking over your shoulder to see your boss in a conversation with another market vendor. “A smile.”

He blinked slowly as he turned all his attention to you, his hood falling back a bit to reveal a pair of full, pink lips. “A smile?”

“You think it too much, sir?” You teased as you held the ruby red apple up.

“Hardly.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smile that left your pulse racing and he leant in closer, his teeth biting into the apple in your hand. You were mesmerised by the way his jaw clenched with every chew until his adams apple bobbed with his swallow and you swallowed deeply in appreciation. “I would have been willing to part with a kiss.”

Your lips parted with a sharp intake of breath but before you could respond there was a commotion breaking out as soldiers entered the marketplace. A King’s guard marched towards your stall and you reeled back in fear as he raised his spear, only to stab it into the ground and salut. 

“Your Majesty,” the guard bowed, “it is the Queen Mother. She urgently requests your presence in the palace.”

The apple fell from your grasp, the pure flesh landing among the filth on the floor, much like the King entering the lowly marketplace. You fell to your knees in the mud and bowed your head as your eyes filled with fearful tears, begging for forgiveness and leniency for touching him - an act punishable by death. A warm finger curled beneath your chin and tipped your head back to see those bright eyes and you chided yourself for being so foolish. Eyes like that could belong to only one man, King James.

“Stand.” He beckoned as the pressure to your chin increased and you rose up as gracefully as you could.

“I’m sorry, your Majesty, I didn’t know it was you. Forgive me.” You whispered as the tears broke the line of your lashed defence, streaking over your cheeks to spill on his hand.

“You didn’t know it was me.” He nodded in agreement, his hand coming to rest on the silver and gold hilt of his sword. “Yet you were still offered your goods for a smile.”

“I did.” Your body trembled as you confessed and you closed your eyes while you waited for him to draw the sword and end your life with one fell swoop.

“Steven, bring the lady to the palace.”

You opened your eyes and saw the guard that had met the King look you over before nodding. A crowd was already gathering and you could hear their whispers spreading rumours as you took the guard's arm that he offered, wishing you could run in the opposite direction.

“He’s made a mistake, I’m no lady.” You pleaded with Steven as you watched the King shrug off his hooded cloak, revealing a fine suit beneath. “I’m just a farmer’s daughter.”

“Just stay calm, take a deep breath.” Steven said before you heard him whisper to himself. “They’re gonna eat you alive.”

You knew there was no point fighting but your pace slowed until Steven’s hold on you tightened and your sandals began to skid through the dirt. 

“Listen up, farmer’s daughter.” Steven growled beneath his helm as he turned his ice blue eyes down to you. “The King has given his order, now I am going to deliver you to the palace but it is up to you whether it is on your own two feet or not. I have no quarrels with tossing you over my shoulder if it makes my life easier.”

You sighed in defeat before grabbing your linen skirt and tugging it up so you could march faster towards Steven’s horse. The beast was huge and nothing like the old girl that slowly dragged the plough through the fields at home. This was a royal steed, purebred for strength and stamina in wars, and from the heavy stomping of his hoof he did not seem happy to have his rider replaced.

“Steady, Boulder.” Steven soothed his horse as he ran his palm along its neck before it reared back and snorted, steam exploded from his nostrils like the dragon on his crest.

“She’ll ride with me.” 

The King had seen the fear in your eyes as Boulder reared and he pulled the reins in your direction, leading his golden haired stallion towards you. You looked between both horses, their muscles rippling beneath shiny coats and standing at the same height. 

“I could walk.” You muttered as you looked to the distant palace. “I promise you, I won’t dally.”

“Nonsense. Now get on.” James ordered as he held his hand down for you. 

You looked at the leather riding glove and swallowed the lump in your throat as you placed your hand in his. His strength surprised you and you barely caught the small squeal that built as he pulled your feet off the ground and over the space he left in front of him.

“Wonderful.” You grumbled to yourself as you rearranged your tangled skirt layers and settled into the hard saddle. “This is just perfect.”

“More than you know.” James’ voice was barely more than a whisper before he cleared his throat and clicked his tongue to set his horse off at a trot. “You are going to hear things in the palace that should not be repeated. Do you understand?”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head. “I did one good deed and now I am to be punished. No, your Majesty, I don’t understand anything.”

“You are not being punished.” James sighed, the sway of the horse’s walk rocking his lips closer to your ear. “And, please, when it is just us you can call me Bucky.”

You turned your head away with a scoff and watched the cherry blossoms opening as the sun rose higher over the land, warming the cool spring air. You would have thought the day perfect for a ride, if only you had a choice on where it was you were headed. 

The crunch of hooves of the gravel path began to grate on your nerves and your spine stiffened as the towers of the palace began to peek over the trees. You were so rigid that when you felt Bucky’s hands loosen the reins and come to rest on your knees you jerked and nearly fell off his horse. 

“Sorry, habit of riding alone.” He chuckled as his hands caught your waist and steadied you back in front of him. “You can hold the reins if you wish.”

You shook your head rapidly at the thought of trying to control such a beast and leant away from them as if the leather bands were a pair of vipers. The retreat pressed your back into Bucky’s chest and you felt his lips brush lightly over your neck, a gasp escaping your lungs at the electric shocks the touch sent down your body. 

“I’ll take that as a no then.” He chuckled quietly in your ear, goosebumps prickling over your skin as he once again gripped the reins and laid the fists over your skirt.

Every jostle shifted his hands and your heartbeat harder every time, a similar beat beginning to throb between your legs. 

“Bucky?” You asked, feeling his chest rumble with a deep hmmm in response. “If I am not being punished, why am I being taken to the palace?”

His chest rose and fell against your back as he pondered how to answer you until he could see no good outcome for any excuse he gave. “You’ll see.”

The dress you had been gifted was unlike anything you had ever worn before. The fine embroidery told a story with its delicate thread, roses and dragons, thorns and fire. The theme danced around the skirt while the corseted bodice left you feeling breathless but beautiful. 

You were desperate to find Bucky and get answers but every time you asked where the King was you were shushed and told to be patient. Patience was not your virtue and you struggled to sit still as the ladies surrounding you tried to arrange your hair that now smelt of rose water and patchouli. You had offered to do it yourself but quickly closed your mouth at the glare reflected in the mirror. 

“May I come in?” Bucky asked with a knock at the door.

“It’s your palace, your Majesty.” You replied as you rolled your eyes before you cried out in pain and saw the seamstress waving her needle at you in threat of another poke.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked as he heard you and pushed the door open. “Oh, wow, you look absolutely stunning.”

Your eyes turned to the floor as you shied away from his heated gaze, your fingers tracing the golden thread of the dragon's head. “Thank you, your Majesty.”

He stepped closer to you and held his elbow out for you to take, your silk gloved hand coming to rest lightly on his forearm. “Did I mention how wonderful you look?”

“It’s the dress.” You mumbled as you followed his lead through the candlelit halls. “It’s very beautiful.” 

“It is, but so are you.”

You were sure the silver necklace that hung around your neck would melt from the heat you were producing but the ruby pendant remained set between the valley of your breasts. Unable to form a reply without confirming that he had your mind in a tizz, you remained silent and focused on walking in the heeled shoes that had been buckled to your feet. 

“I know I have been secretive about why you are here, and I am sorry for that.” Bucky said as he came to a stop outside a fair of formidable iron doors. “I am also sorry for what you are about to hear but I hope you will forgive me in time.”

The air froze in your lungs as the doors opened and you were led into the formal receiving room that was filled with royal advisors and the Queen Mother. Bucky’s mother rose to her feet as she saw her son, her eye’s barely giving you a cursory glance before she descended on the King.

“What is this I hear of you traipsing through the market like a peasant?” You struggled not to flinch at the icy tone of his mother and instead focused on the feel of Bucky’s muscles clenching in his forearm as his hand formed a strained fist. Looking up you saw his cheek ticking, the shadow of a beard sharpening his jawline as he suppressed his blatant anger. “I have spent the entire month convincing King Anthony to arrange a marriage with his daughter and on the day of her arrival you are nowhere to be seen.”

“You shouldn’t have troubled yourself needlessly.” Bucky stated. 

“Needlessly?” She scoffed. “You know the law, you need a Queen to produce an heir if you wish to remain on that throne your father died to put you on.”

Bucky’s free hand came to rest on yours, a small squeeze given as he squared off with his mother. “I need a wife, not a Queen.”

You tried to pull away as Winnifred turned her cold eyes on you but Bucky held your hand firm, his strength overpowering yours tenfold. She may have been shorter than you with her age but she still managed to look down her nose, scrutinising every part of you - even the depth of your soul seemingly. Other than the wide eyed, petrified look on your face there was no way of knowing you were one of the ‘peasants’ from the marketplace, you looked as adorned and pampered as the rest of the ladies in the room. 

Turning back to her son, you breathed a sigh of relief that her intense stare was no longer on you. “You would crown a nobody when you could have a princess?” 

“I would rather crown a kind nobody than have another frigid bitch living within these walls, mother.”

His fingers tightened on your arm as he felt you trying to pull away. The corset suddenly seemed too tight and you couldn’t draw the air needed into your lungs. 

“The poor woman is going to faint. She will never survive Court.” Winnifred laughed, turning her back on the King and walking back to her chair set aside from the pair of thrones centre to the room. “Tell me, darling, the treasury is waning - what dowry do you bring? What can you do to make this union profitable?”

You hadn’t known the country was in a dire financial state, in fact, from the lavish balls that were thrown each month behind the high palace walls you would have thought the opposite. Clearing your throat, Bucky looked at you with surprise as you stepped forward with a sudden fire in your belly. You didn’t want to marry the man you had just met, you didn’t want to be standing in the throne room of the palace, but since that was where you were you had a duty to your fellow lower class people to speak up.

“For starters, tax the rich.” You stated boldly, a chorus of scoffs and mocking laughter circling the room before the previous Queen held up her hand to silence them. 

“And when they revolt? How will you stop them from fighting?”

It was your turn to laugh as you shook your head incredulously. “I’m not sure how battles were fought back in your day, your highness, but I’ve never seen the rich or royal fight. You hide in the safety of your palaces while you send poor sons and fathers to their death.”

You turned to look around the room, glad to see at least a few ashamed faces unable to hold your stare until you face Bucky, that same smile he had given you in the market sending your heart racing. His arm curled around your waist and he nodded to his mother before guiding you back out of the room, his grin never wavering as the heavy doors closed behind you.

Pulling yourself from his touch you turned and poked your finger into his hard chest. “You smile at the idea of war?”

“Not in the slightest.” He smiled with a shake of his head. “There are very few people who would disagree with my mother. Ever since I saw you arguing with the forecourt master, I knew there was something special about you.”

Your feet stumbled as you remembered the argument the week prior. The price of hiring a market stall had increased twice in the last quarter and it was getting harder to sell products with the inflation - customers opting to travel further out of the city to where prices were cheaper. There had been an audience to the arguments but you hadn’t paid enough attention to the individuals to notice if there had been a cloaked figure among them. 

“Why have you been watching me?” You asked as you backed away from the King, the  hem of the long dress tripping you and nearly sending you falling into a tall candelabra.

Bucky surged forward and caught you around the waist, your breasts straining dangerously close to the top of the corset as he cradled your arched back and you threw your arms around his neck in case his strength failed. “Because I require a wife to keep my title, and I think you have the qualities needed in a Queen.”

“I’m not a royal.” 

“There is no written law that you have to be, trust me, I have read them all.” Bucky sighed, pulling you upright but keeping you in his arms. 

“How can I trust you? I don’t even know you. This morning I was ankle deep in mud selling fruit and now I’m,” you tugged at the dress, falling short on the word you wanted, “this. It isn’t me. I’m sorry but you should marry the Stark princess, your Majesty.”

“Forget the dress, just for a minute, forget the hair and the jewellery, even the palace.” Bucky begged, his eyes glowing bright in the midday sun that filtered through the windows of the hall. “You are brave, everyone in that room has witnessed it first hand. You understand business and commerce, albeit on a smaller scale than a whole country - but it’s really not that different. Most of all, you care about other people - even when there is no benefit to you. That is a rare sight to see and it was the moment I knew you were the one to rule at my side.”

“Bucky, stop.” His fingers tipped your head back and you could feel the warmth of his breath across your cheek, your body ready to betray your mind as he leant in, but you turned away at the last moment. “You claim to know my character but you have yet to ask the most basic information about me.”

“I’m not saying this will be easy, and I promise we will get to know each other with time.” He sighed. 

“So you don’t even want to know what my name is? My birthday? Where I live?”

“You think I didn’t find all this out before I arranged our wedding?” He chuckled. “I know everything about you, Y/N. That is why I know you are perfect for me.”

The room began to spin as his confession battered around in your brain. “I can’t marry you.”

“You can and you will.” Bucky promised as he cradled your cheek while you froze beneath his touch. “Your father has already accepted it, with more than fair share of remuneration I might add, so I suggest you do too - and quickly.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and sagged in defeat, knowing your family needed the money as much as you needed your head to live, something that you were at risk of losing if you disrespected the King. “Fine.”

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but we can learn to love each other.” He murmured gently as his thumb stroked your cheekbone. “You can’t deny the spark between us.”

You closed your eyes, the small shake of your head giving him hope as he wrapped his arms around you. There was no way to deny it, in his arms you could almost forget where you were as his scent drove you wild and his touch threatened to set your body on fire. Resting your head on his shoulder you hoped he was right, but only time would tell.

Click here for part two.

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[flordeamatista]

BUCKY BARNES Daydreams?

Just looking for people who are interested in seeing the completed daydream. 

For me, this is new au's, so I'm looking forward to sharing it with you.

The fic will be posted sometime in May.

Each daydream has about 2k + (fluff, smut, angst)

The gif also inspired both fics, so that's a hint

#ali's daydreams polls 🌸 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #king!bucky #viking!bucky #bucky barnes au

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡

The quick, blackened hand of wrath scorched all in its wake, including you. With the blood-stained floor, and his one rule broken — you could only help the fallout didn’t mean all hell would break loose. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 3.4k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Hurt/comfort, angst, degradation, graphic description of blood and injuries, torture, Dark!Bucky, miscommunication

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ Limits are pushed, broken, and Bucky loses his shit... oops.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Whumptober 2022 —   Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This morning had been hard, leaving you behind at home when duty called at the clubhouse. The very same moment your lips left his so you could shove him through the door, and towards his bike, was the moment Bucky decided that he would abolish the job of doing fucking paperwork, on the fucking weekend. 

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greeted and Bucky smiled in return, placing his helmet on the handle of his Indian. “Peter got it all set up already, we just gotta sign this shit and we should be good to go.”

“Fuck doing this on the weekends, Stevie,” Bucky mumbled and Steve laughed, clapping him on the shoulder as they made their way across the lot, and through the open door of the clubhouse. 

“It was your decision, punk.”

“Don’t remind me,” Bucky grumbled and shoved at Steve’s shoulder. “Jerk.”

Natasha’s fiery red hair obscured his vision for a split second, and he stumbled back a few paces when she collided with his chest. “Fuck,” Bucky huffed, his arms tight around her lower back. “Hey, Nat-” Bucky looked at Steve and glared half-heartedly. “Get your girl off me, would you?”

Steve chuckled and poked her in the back and she let go, the mischievous smirk on her lips making Bucky narrow his eyes with suspicion. “What?”

“Oh,” Nat sighed, walking over to Steve. “Nothing.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and stalked towards Church, where he found the wooden table lined with bundles of paperwork that gave him a headache with only a single glance. Peter, always a bundle of overwhelming energy, sat on a stool in the corner by the filing cabinet and was pulling even more paper out. 

“Peter,” Bucky barked, a sly smirk growing on his lips at how high Peter jumped off his chair. “Where am I starting?”

“Uh-” Peter fumbled, getting to his feet and jogging to the head of the table to point right in front of Bucky’s seat. “This lot, boss, and then this one,” he points to the left, “and then that one,” he points to the one on the far right. “There’s more but I’m sorting them according to priority.”

“Good, thanks,” Bucky sighed, taking his seat at the head of the table while Steve sauntered in, offering him a cup. 

The smell of coffee was the balm to his simmering temper, and Bucky looked at Steve suddenly who only raised a brow in question. “Where’s Sam?” Bucky asked, sipping at the steaming cup. “That bastard knows this shit includes him.”

“On his way, boss,” Peter piped up and Bucky looked at him sharply. “He called before you arrived that he’ll be a few minutes late, Cass is sick and he was helping Sarah.”

“Again?” Bucky questioned, looking at Steve. “That kid is almost as bad as you were.” Steve shrugged his shoulders in lieu of an answer, and looked down at his stack of paperwork. 

After a few hours the scratch of his pen on the paper made him more frustrated, and Steve noticed. “What’s up your ass today, Buck?” 

Bucky shot a sharp glare at Steve and he raised his hands in surrender, oil stained and callused. “I dunno,” Bucky grumbled, his fingers circling his temple to fend off an impending headache. He didn’t want to admit that the night before had been plagued by some of the worst nightmares he’d had, or that he was in pain. “It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

“Where’s Sweets?”

“She’s home,” Bucky replies mournfully. God, he wanted to go home. “She’ll be up to something no doubt. I’ll go home and find the kitchen on fire, or some shit.”

The two of them laughed heartily and the mood softened, the bitterness disappearing like a cloud of gun smoke, until heavy footsteps could be heard in the bar. “Fellas!” Sam - and he sounded angry. “We’ve got a visitor!”

Sam was very rarely angry, and that made Bucky let just a little bit of his simmering temper flare and boil through his veins. This visitor would regret ‘knocking on their door’.

“Wilson!” Bucky shouted as he stood from his chair, Steve following suit with Peter right behind him. “What the fuck do you mean visitor?”

The first thought he had when he rounded the door to Church ended with choice expletives even Steve would slap him for. It was all he could do to restrain himself from launching forward to beat the ‘visitor’ to a pulp. 

“Well, well, fuck me well,” Steve snorted beside him and Bucky broke out in a wolfish grin that didn’t meet his eyes; manic, blood thirsty, and furious. “What’s a son of a bitch like you doin’ out here, hm?”

“Found him down the block, scoping out the place with a pair of fucking binoculars.” Sam hissed and yanked the man's head back by his hair. They hissed with pain but he kept his eyes on Bucky - wide like a deer in headlights and just as bright with fear. 

“Didn’t we tell the lot of you that it was not worth the trouble of pushing boundaries?” Steve marvelled aloud, looking down his nose at the now trembling man. “You and your piece of shit club- no,” Steve paused and grinned up at Sam, a chortled laugh rumbling from his chest. “Posse - your piece of shit posse doesn’t wanna listen? Is that it?”

“No one tells-” Bucky reached for the holster on his hip and the man spluttered to a halt, the invisible hand of fear tight around his throat when the shining silver blade glinted in the light. At his sudden pause, Bucky’s grin morphed into a smirk and he watched with simmering anger as the man paled. 

Bucky gestured behind him to Peter who stepped forward, standing opposite Sam. “Make him kneel, boys. I want this fucker to kiss my boots.” With every word, Bucky flipped the knife in his hand, for emphasis. 

The sound of steel-toed boots when they connected with bone was a symphony Bucky would never get tired of. 

He landed on his knees with a loud cry of pain that only fueled Bucky’s boiling anger. 

“You know,” Bucky breathed, unable to keep the snarl of fury from his voice. “You’re wastin’ my time. I’m meant to be finishing up here and heading back home to my girl.” 

Slowly, Bucky crouched down so he could be eye to eye with the bastard that dared to step foot in his home, his clubhouse, his territory. The man flinched away when Bucky neared and Bucky grinned. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not telling you shit!”

If the silence that followed his exclamation was a fatal blow, it was nothing compared to the loaded gun of Bucky’s short temper. Finally.

“He’s got a death wish.” Steve stated simply, his gloved hand appearing from beside Bucky to ruffle their guests' hair. “I’ll never turn down a chance to play with my food, you know that, right, Buck?”

“Oh, I know, Stevie,” Bucky assured, the predatory grin now making his eyes wrinkle. “But this one’s mine.” 

Bucky stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, a loud pop echoing when his bones cracked. The man at his feet watched defiantly, his glare only slightly masking his terror. “Be a good boy, and kiss my boots.”

“You can’t fucking make-”

CRACK

The man's head flew back from the force of Bucky’s boot against his nose. The crack of bone heard clearly over his garbled shout of pain, and his body careened backwards in slow motion, landing with a thud on the floor. Blood began to pool around his head from his very broken nose. 

“I gotta clean that, boss!” Peter whined and pointed to the floor at the halo of crimson. 

“Shut the fuck up, Parker,” Bucky snapped, shoving his knife back into his holster. “Pick this dog up, and hold him down.”

Bucky could hear Steve sigh beside him but he ignored it, choosing to instead focus on Sam and Peter who pulled the coward up from the floor, and forced him back onto his knees - right at Bucky’s now blood covered boot. 

“Thank you, boys,” Bucky smiled and ruffled the man’s hair, just like Steve did. “Now,” Bucky crouched back down so he could look into the man’s face, a snarl building in his throat like a wolf that had been deprived of blood for way too long. “I’m not gonna bother with your fuckin’ name, jus’ gonna call you my good boy, hm?”

The shiver that ran through his prey’s shoulders was as satisfying as the blood staining his boots. Degradation - it was always fun.

“As I said before, when you were much less bloody and my floor was fuckin’ clean,” Bucky spat and the man flinched. “Today, well today was not a good day for you to get caught. You see,” Bucky cupped the man’s bloodied cheek in his hand, the murderous glint in his eye making him shy away until Sam forced his head to still. “I’ve had enough of this shit, having your piece of shit ‘club’,” Bucky slapped his cheek for emphasis, “push their limits. I’ve had enough. I’m at the end of my tether with the fuckin’ lot of you.”

The man went to open his mouth but Bucky just glowered, revelling in the way he wilted in his protest. 

“It’s a damn shame you were the one that lit the fuse.”

Bucky watched the man’s pulse race in his throat, the staccato beat of fear of his prey made his own fury simmer back down. The longer he stared into his face, the steadier his own pulse became. 

Bucky was the hunter; this piece of shit was the hunted. 

Steve was the first to speak up while Bucky remained crouched in front of his prey. “I’ll get the garage ready,” he looked at Peter and gestured to the door. “Let’s go.”

“Oh, look at that,” Bucky cooed, still staring into the eyes of his prey. “You’re gonna get the special treatment.”

The knife glinted in the light menacingly when Bucky pulled it from its holster again, taking great pleasure in watching his prey squirm at the sight of the serrated edge so close to his face. “Don’t worry,” Bucky deadpanned, slapping the blade against the man’s cheek, making him wince. “You’ve got a hell of a lot more to worry about than my little knife, boy.”

Bucky nodded and Sam hauled the man to his feet, dragging him out into the lot. It was a shock, however, to see Nat standing at the bar. “What the hell- where’d you come from?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and Bucky bristled. “I’ve been here the whole time you idiot. Just be careful, okay?”

Without so much as a nod, Bucky stalked off towards the garage, still fuming. God, he was glad he left you at home, where you were safe from this. 

“We have gathered here today, gentlemen,” Bucky called into the now closed off garage, the dramatic flourish of his arms going wide only making him flinch slightly from the pain in his shoulder. A wrench was loose amongst other tools on the shelf to his right, and he grabbed it. “To witness the result from months of being a pain in the ASS!” 

The cry of pain that left the restrained ‘visitor’ made when the wrench made contact with his arm was almost comical, and Bucky could feel himself slipping; that darkness he fended off every single damn day slowly crept its way through his mind with a vengeance. 

“Bucky,” Sam warned and Bucky turned to stare pointedly. “Watch it.”

“No,” Bucky snapped, pointing at the bloodied mess of the man’s face. “I am fuckin’ sick of people pushing their luck because they think we’re weak!”

WHACK

Another hit, this time to the back, made the man whimper pathetically. 

“Now, listen here, like a good boy,” Bucky sneered, using the wrench to pull the man’s chin up so he could stare into his face. He looked utterly defeated with his eyes drooped and blood steadily dripping from his deformed nose. “We’re gonna use you to send a fuckin’ message.”

A car pulled into the lot and Bucky froze, through the bloodlust he could just think of you arriving and seeing him like this. It wasn’t enough to snap him out of it - he was too far gone. 

The devil had too tight of a hold on him. 

“Bucky?”

“Fuck,” Steve hissed as he ran to the door to look outside. Bucky watched as he baulked and turned to look back. “It’s her, it’s Sweets.”

“Keep her busy,” Bucky growled at Peter, his attention still on the bloodied face of his prey. “She does not get near the garage.”

Peter ran off and Bucky took out his pistol, now that he knew you were here, he was not going to waste any time. Steve appeared at his shoulder and looked down at the bloodied mess with a sad sigh. “Looks like we don’t get to play with our food then.”

“Who said that?” Bucky smirked and stepped closer to rest the muzzle against the man’s temple. 

“Bucky?” This time your voice was louder, like it was right outside the garage. 

The door swung open and there you were. 

Peter was right behind you with his hands on your shoulders to pull you back, but Bucky was livid. “Get her the fuck out of here, Peter!” He roared and you squeaked in fear, turning on your heel and running towards the apartments. “Fuck!”

“Go,” Steve urged, taking the gun from Bucky’s hand and shoving him hard in his right shoulder. “Go, fix it, you absolute fuckin’ idiot.”

Peter flung to the side when Bucky pushed past him with a growl, only one goal in mind - to find you. 

The backseat of your car was full with containers packed with baked sweets - this time you had tried a new recipe you found online, and you were keen to lift the boy’s spirits. With them being foolish and putting off paperwork this long, they likely needed rescuing, and sugar.

It was remarkable how much you had improved with your baking skills, since that burnt lump of flour you refused to call a cake. 

You pulled into the lot and to your surprise, the garage doors were closed and sealed, but their bikes were still parked along the clubhouse. The garage doors were only ever closed at night, or when no one was at the clubhouse. “What the hell?” You muttered quietly, putting your car into park right next to Nat’s. 

There were no sounds from either the clubhouse or garage, no music or the whirr of power tools. “Bucky?”

Nothing.

The door to the garage suddenly slammed open and you jumped a foot in the air. With a sigh of relief, you saw Peter emerge and he jogged towards you, a smile on his face - a forced smile. “Hey, Sweets!”

“Pete, hey,” you greeted, looking over his shoulder for Bucky, but he didn’t appear. “Where’s Buck? I brought treats, I think you guys’ll love them.”

“Uh, he’s busy,” Peter rushed, taking your arm and directing the two of you towards the open door of the clubhouse. Peter had yet to master the art of stoicism - his pinched brow, and the way he was chewing his lip was a dead giveaway. “We can wait for him in here, I know he’ll appreciate those-”

You yanked your arm free and jogged towards the garage, determined and a little scared of what you’d see. “Wait!” Peter yelled behind you, but you ignored him.

“Bucky?” You called again, now in the doorway of the garage. Sam blocked Bucky from your view, but when he moved at the sound of your voice, the sight before you made your stomach curdle and twist from fear, and the blood in your veins turned to ice. 

Do not get involved in club business. 

That was the rule, and you just fucking broke it. 

“Get her the fuck out of here, Peter!”

You turned tail, and ran. Not daring to pause and look over your shoulder when an enraged shout of “fuck!” within the walls of the garage. Your feet carried you to the apartments and you took the stairs two at a time, panting slightly. Bucky’s door slammed open when you pushed it and you walked to the back of the apartment where his bedroom was. 

The tears didn’t stop, and you didn’t try to stem them. You had just broken Bucky’s rule, one he put in place for your protection, and sure, you didn’t mean to break it - you only wanted to see him, but that didn’t fix the fact that you had just fucked up. 

The bloodied face of a man in chains flashed in your mind’s eye when you blinked, and it made you feel sick.

Bucky’s bed creaked when you sat on the edge, holding your arms across your stomach like you were bracing to fall apart at the seams - for all you knew, having never broken a rule, Bucky would tear your heart from your chest by ordering you to go, to leave. 

“Baby?” Bucky’s voice was muffled by the walls of the apartment and you shrank further into yourself, shielding yourself against the possibility of losing everything. “Doll, are you in here?” His voice was becoming clearer and he didn’t sound angry - he sounded scared. “Where are you?”

“I’m here,” your voice sounded small, even to your own ears. 

Bucky appeared in the doorway, his shoulders slightly hunched and his expression taut, like he was the one that had something to fear. You looked up at him from your perch on the bed and sniffled. “Please, Bucky, I’m so sorry, I didn-”

“Stop.”

You froze, your eyes widened when Bucky stalked forward and pulled you to your feet. “Wha-”

Bucky’s arm pulled you in by your shoulders, while his other hand cradled your head to his chest so he could rest his chin atop your head. “Please, stop,” his voice cracked and you furrowed your brows in confusion - why was he sad? “Stop it, baby.”

You stayed silent, soaking up his unexpected affection and letting it calm the hammering of your heart. 

Eventually, Bucky pulled away and pushed against your shoulders so you would sit on the edge of the bed again. He kneeled between your legs and looked up into your face, his eyes wide and glassy with regret. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I lost myself and you saw a side of me I hoped you’d never see. I’m so sorry.”

The calluses on his hands were grounding when he took hold of your own, bringing them to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles softly. “Please, I’m sorry, baby.”

An apology from him was not what you had expected, and you sat speechless for a moment while your mind reeled. Bucky took this as a condemning silence. His head dropped and his forehead rested on your knee, and his shoulders began to shake slightly. 

What?

“Buck, Bucky, baby, no-” you rushed, quickly pulling his face up so you could watch his expression. There were no more than two tears falling down his stubbled cheeks. “No, I didn’t listen and I only wanted to see you, I didn’t think. I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry.”

The two of you cried and held on to each other until the tears stopped, and a heavy silence settled in the absence of broken sobs. 

“Bucky,” he looked up at you again with a mournful expression, one full of fear of the unknown. “I’m sorry I broke your rule.”

His face twisted into a grimace, then a frown, and then back to being blank - dangerously void of any expression. 

“The way I reacted, baby, it wasn’t right, and I’m sorry.” Bucky’s hand moved to hold your jaw and his thumb brushed your cheekbone. “But you gotta listen, when one of us tells you to do something, or go somewhere, you have to listen.”

It wasn’t a scolding; it wasn’t a sneer like he was reproving a child - it was a reminder of just how much he cared for you. He did not want you to face the same demons he did. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated in a whisper, and Bucky smiled softly. He raised himself up higher on his knees and cradled your face in his hands. 

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart, please?”

You nodded, and Bucky’s lips met your own in a soft and gentle kiss. There was no heat or desire behind it. Just softness that conveyed how much you meant to him, and how much he loved you. 

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All the King’s Men  -  Fifteen

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, Death (kinda graphic), ABO Dynamics (Scenting, Marking, Knotting, etc.) Fluff, Soft Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving),

Word Count: 2K

A/n: And just like that, she’s finished! I really hope you all liked this, and I cannot wait for you guys to read everything I've got planned! As always, I love you all very very much! Also this aint the smutty smut I was talking about in my ‘lex speaks’, that one is coming in a new fic, don't worry lol

!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You knock on the door to his chambers softly, waiting until he beckons you inside to move.

When you do, you keep your eyes on the ground, even when you hear him rise and walk toward you.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks softly, taking your hands in his and squeezing them gently.

You let out a shuddering breath and finally raise your gaze to his.

“I accept full responsibility for the role I played in causing this war. I confess to treason and conspiracy against the crown, and I am willing to face the consequences of my actions,” you whisper, your voice wavering.

He stares at you for a long moment before tilting your chin up and kissing your lips softly.

“You only did what you did because of my actions. I am as much to blame as you are,” he replies after pulling away.

You look up at him with nothing but wonder and awe in your eyes.

“How can you forgive me for what I’ve done?” You wonder aloud.

He only shrugs and pulls you closer to him, his nose dragging along your neck.

“I could ask you the very same thing, Omega.” He scents you for a long moment, his hands coming up to cup your face when he finally pulls back to look at you again.

His eyes drink in your features, lingering for a long moment on your lips, and you can’t help but lick them.  

His eyes flash up to yours and the scent of his arousal permeates the air.

It’s a delicate game the two of you play, testing each other, seeing who will break first.

Your hands rest gently on his chest, toying with a button on his shirt as you gaze into his eyes, asking, begging him to do something, anything.

He pushes your hair over your shoulder, his knuckles gently grazing your mark and a shiver races down your spine.

Slowly, he leans forward, his lips dusting over yours before he kisses the mark on your neck.

Your head tilts back slightly as his kisses roam the expanse of your neck, tongue darting out to taste you every now and then.

One of his hands wraps around your middle while the other gently holds the nape of your neck, tilting your head back further to give him more access.

A soft sigh flutters free of your lips and he basks in the sound.

“Will you let me have you, Omega?” He asks quietly, his lips never leaving your skin. “Will you let me feast on you?”

He can smell your arousal in the air, but he refuses to do anything until he has your spoken consent.

He needs to know that you want it as much as he does, that you need it just as badly as he.

“Please,” you finally whisper, opening your eyes and looking up into his with hunger and love clouding your vision.

He pulls you to the bed immediately, stripping you of your gown and dropping his trousers on the way.

He lays you down gently, hands soft as feathers against your skin. Once you’re comfortable on your back, you take a deep breath.

Here, surrounded by his scent, you feel safe.

His shirt is the next thing to fall, until he is standing before you completely bare, devouring your figure with the eyes of a man starved.

“Let me taste you, Omega. It has been too long since I’ve had you on my tongue,” he whispers, sinking to his knees before the bed.

His hands find your thighs and he tugs you down until your womanhood is close enough for him to devour.

Your skin is warm against his hands, and by the Gods has he missed having you all to himself.

Slowly, he leans forward to taste your essence, a groan tumbling from his chest at the addictive flavour that’s so unique to you.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders and presses his mouth to your core, drinking up everything you have to offer and then some.

Once he’s satisfied, he focuses his efforts on your clit, sucking it harshly and massaging it with his tongue all at the same time.

A moan falls from your lips and your back arches, pushing your breasts up for his hungry eyes to gaze upon.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on the long brown locks as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

Pleased with your reaction, he slips a finger into your sopping hole, holding back a grin when he feels you clench around the digit.

After a few gentle thrusts, he pushes a second finger into you, pressing against your walls and stretching you gently while continuing his assault on your clit.

Soon, it all becomes too much, and your release washes over you like a wave on the sand.

He fucks you through it, waiting until your body relaxes before finally pulling his mouth and fingers away.

You watch through hooded eyes as he climbs over your naked body, bringing your legs to wind around his waist before dropping his head and kissing you.

You can taste yourself on him as his tongue finds yours, and it only makes it more erotic.

He grins against you softly, each thrust of his hips pushing his cock through your swollen wet folds until you’re moaning against his mouth.

“Please, Alpha,” you beg softly, digging your head into the soft furs of his bed as he continues to rub his length over your clit.

He reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance and then, with one firm push of his hips, he’s fully sheathed within your hot, aching walls.

A gasp flies from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut at the fullness, basking in the feeling of finally having him inside of you again.

It’s a type of wholeness that you’ve never experienced before.

He gives you a few moments to adjust, peppering kisses to your breasts in an attempt at taking your mind away from the pinch of pain at being stretched so much after so long.

Eventually, you grind your hips up to his, silently asking for more.

Never one to refuse his Queen, James pulls his hips back then slams them forward, fucking into you roughly.

A cry of pleasure leaves your lips and you dig your nails into his shoulders as he starts a quick, rough pace, each thrust hitting deeper than the last until you’re sure you’ll be walking strangely.

The stench of sex is thick in the air, and you’re more than happy to bask in it.

A light sheen of sweat covers your body as you meet his thrusts, your cunt clenching every time his pelvis rubs against your clit.

It’s not long before you feel the coil in your belly tighten again, your husband bringing you so close to the edge.

“I want to knot you, Omega. Want to fill you up with my seed... my pups... want to see you grow round with our children,” he whispers against your breast, biting your nipple then soothing the sting with his tongue.

One of his hands finds its way between your bodies again and focuses on your clit, a satisfied smile finding his face when you clench around his cock.

“That’s it, sweet Omega. Cum for me, cum for your Alpha.”

You do exactly that, gushing around his length as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

And he doesn't stop.

Even when your legs begin to shake and you feel like you may pass out, he continues, fucking you harder and faster in an attempt at chasing his own orgasm.

Your mouth is dropped open and your eyes are squeezed shut as he continues using your body, bringing you wave after wave of pleasure.

What pushes him over the edge, though, is the sight of his bond mark on your neck, healthy and strong as ever.

He cums inside of you, paints your walls white and fills you with his seed until you’re sure it’s going to burst out of you, and then he fills you with his knot, too.

You stay there, his cock locked inside of you, while the two of you catch your breath.

He carefully rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and being careful of where the two of you are connected.

“Are you all right, Omega?” He asks softly, his loving eyes searching yours as you snuggle closer to him.

You hum, your nose nestled against his neck as you take deep breaths of his scent.

He hugs you closer to his body, his warmth enveloping you and making you feel safe and secure as you scent him.

His fingers trail up and down your spine as he, too, relaxes, happy to finally have you in his bed...in his arms. Where you belong.

~*~

The cool wind bites at your cheeks as you stare across the courtyard to where the traitor is hauled onto the platform, the executioner stepping on right afterward.

His eyes find yours but you feel no fear. No, all you feel is anger.

With a strong arm wrapped around your waist, your husband keeps you grounded in the present moment.

“For the crimes of treachery and conspiracy against the crown, you are sentenced to death by beheading,” you announce, your eyes never leaving the ones of the man who betrayed your Kingdom.

“If you have any last words, speak them now. Though I doubt the Gods will be listening.”

The man only glares at you, his mouth remaining closed.

You raise your gaze for a second, locking with the executioner, and nod, then look back at the traitor.

The axe comes down with tremendous force, and then his head falls from the platform into the basket with a sickening thud.

Your stomach churns at the sight of his body falling, but you remain strong as you address the crowd.

“Let this be an example of the consequences of betraying your King and Queen. Your Kingdom. You will not be successful, and you will not survive,” you say firmly.

Everyone bows to you and you feel your husband's arm tighten around your waist.

“Anyone who dares make an enemy of my wife, who so much as thinks anything unpleasant toward her, will face the same fate as him,” he nods toward the headless corpse.

The crowd stays bowed and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

You turn around to face the members of your guard and your council, only to see them all bowing to you as well.

Slowly, James follows, kneeling and bowing his head, giving you full control in front of all of his people and all of his men.

You reach out and brush your fingers over his shoulder, silently allowing him to rise to his feet again.

He does, only to take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

“The bodies of he and Sharon will be burned tonight, as will those of all the other traitors. And then our Kingdom will be purged of this plague,” he whispers, leading you inside as everyone begins to rise.

You smile gently at him and nod, taking his hand and bringing it to your stomach.

“Good. You have created a safe place for us to raise our children, then.”

His eyes widen and he looks between your face and your stomach in shock.

“I was not sure if they would survive after being held captive, but the midwife says that everything seems healthy,” you whisper.

His eyes water and he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, Omega. You have given me far more than I could ever ask for, and I may never be able to repay you for it.”

You sigh happily and hug him back, “you will spend the rest of your days trying, I hope.”

He chuckles, pulling back to look at you, his fiery wife.

“I will, this I swear to you.”

~

Fin.

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Chicken by @delusionalwriterr

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You and Bucky Barnes shared a strange relationship with each other and the team was getting tired of it. When a mission goes wrong, will you be forced to admit your feelings for each other or will they remain buried?

2. sweet reverie by @demxters

College!Bucky x Reader

bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.

3. The Time of the Prey by @subwaysurf45 ✨

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 

4. super rich kids by @traitorjoelite

College!Bucky x Reader

kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend’s brother is just the norm on the upper east side.

5. Bring You Home by @sunflowersoldat ✨

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6. The Colour of Rain by @delaber

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7. All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes ✨

Alpha!King!Bucky x Omega!Reader

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.

8. Peaches by @noctumbra

DBF!Bucky x Reader

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love. 

9. Sweet Dreams by @abovethesmokestacks ✨

Bucky x Baker!Reader

Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes.

10. Fuck Up The Friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

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Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

11. A Sweet Old Fashioned Notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans

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As the dust settles on the second 'snap' Bucky has been getting to know Brooklyn again. His neighbourhood has changed a lot, but it's changed for you too since you got blipped back. Bucky is still pretty old fashiond at heart, there were things he expected from life, to get married, to have a family. Simple things that seem far away now especially when online dating is so hard. Maybe something more traditional would be good for both of you.

12. Soldier, My Soldier by @cryptidcasanova

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the air. Without these things I am nothing. So now, I must shed blood.” He lulled at the base of your throat. “Sweetheart, come with me.”

13. Homesick at space camp by @atlaese

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14. Spirits in the House by @redgillan

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15. Sugary Sweet by @all1e23

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16. Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream

Bucky x Reader

When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.

17. Metal Arm and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

18. Scars by @chickenfics ✨

Bucky x Reader Western AU

Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive... 

19. The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky x Agent!Reader Soulmate AU

In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

20. Everybody’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) by @writing-for-marvel

Actor!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you.

21. 27 Dresses by @beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.

22. Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

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

23. Dangerous Woman by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky x Reader

You know he blames you, but you never thought he’d hate you.

24. Witness Protection by @mymoonagedaydream

Bucky x Reader

You'd only been living in New York for a few weeks when Natasha introduced you to James Barnes, the man who’d change your life forever.

25. Everything’s Better in Westview by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

26. Trying by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a new person. He survived a war with Thanos, finally getting rid of his triggers, and losing his best friend. He didn’t think there was anything else to survive. That is until he meets you in a bookstore and you become something he is scared of losing. An old villain has shown himself and suddenly you are the target of a new ploy to bring the Winter Soldier back.

27. unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie

Bucky x Adult Content Creator!Reader

Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now. After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs. Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

28. ephemeral by @aescapisms

Professor!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

29. Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?

30. The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Bucky x Reader Titanic AU

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

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[buckyalpine]

Soft King Bucky

Im in the middle of writing this smutty fic with arranged marriage and King Bucky and in the middle of writing it, i had another thot pop up which I have to get out right now like RIGHT NOW. 

Imagine soft king Bucky on your wedding night. Its the first time you’ve ever been intimate with someone and your anxiety has been high all night because you know the maids and servants will inspect the sheets the next morning, your honor and dignity thrown to the wind.

But that's the way things were. 

You gave yourself to him, letting him touch you and make love to you, sealing the both of you together as you had promised in your vows. He was careful and soft, cradling your body to his, focused on knowing you would be protected along his side, putting your pleasure before his.

You wanted to melt into him, feel every ounce of the love he was willing to give but anxiety held you from letting go, worried about the aftermath, worried about if he see you were pure. 

The euphoria that consumed you both pulsed through you as you sat up, your stomach dropping at the stark white sheets. You scrambled up slightly in hopes of something but the sheets were anything but tainted, pure and clean as if you’d never laid on his bed. 

“I’m-I’m sorry-” Tears well in your eyes, panic rising in your chest, fearing the anger he’d feel, seeing you as tainted and impure. 

“What for darling” He whispered, concerned etched on his face as you let out a choked sob, not knowing what you could possibly go, there was no evidence to show you were pure, untouched before him, to show that he was the only man to have you this way. You squeezed your legs shut, curling up in a ball, shame consuming you, already hearing the words the kingdom would brand you. “My princess?” 

“I didn’t-I don’t understand, the sheets- you’re the only one I’ve-” You trembled as he pulled you into his arms, shutting your eyes, unable to watch his disappointment when he saw who he married. Bucky’s brows furrowed, taking a moment to understand why you were so distressed, hiding your face away. He thought over your words, tension crawling up his back, his jaw clenching when he understood your fear. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, keeping you close to his chest, pressing a firm kiss to your head, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke.  

“I agreed to marry the intelligent and headstrong princess to rule by my side because her mind and beauty had my heart when I saw her. A fierce woman fit to be by me, when she rode her horse into my kingdom alone, demanding justice for her people without fear of what could happen to her” 

He reminisced the day you strode into his castle, head held high, not a drop of fear in your eyes with a dagger strapped to your hip, sword firm in your hand.

He fell in love before you opened your sweet lips to tell him right off. 

“Look at me princess” He cupped your cheeks making you meet his intense gaze, thumbing away the tears that streaked your cheeks, “I shared my bed with you because I wanted to love you in in every way possible, not as a test of your worth” 

You were still tensed, curling up into him further while he moved you to lay on top of him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He pulled the covers over you, protecting you in a cocoon of warmth, tilting your chin to meet his eyes again. 

“You have my heart, that is as pure as it gets” tucking your hair away from your face, pulling you in for a kiss to your lips. “No one else gets to decide that, princess, no one” 

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[buckgasms]

Elskan Mín - Part II

Part two has arrived and I think it's ok. Let me know what you think! Apart from Reader's dad being an abusive arsehole it's pretty much warning free.

Read part 1 here

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The next morning you dressed in your warmest dress and wrapped yourself in the beautiful fur King James had sent you. Not only was it perfect against the cold winds, you felt it was a good way to signal to him that you liked his gifts.

You spent the morning being shown around the large encampment by James' trusted friend and guard Natasha. You thought it was unusual for a woman to have such an important role, but having spent a short time with her, you realised she was incredibly sharp and super strong.

Your brother had rudely tried to push her out of the way and she stood stock still and made him trip. You hid your smile from him in your coat, but Natasha caught you and grinned back, equally amused. She then quickly helped him to regain his footing and continued the tour. "What a bitch" your brother growled but he held back for the rest of the tour, giving you some relief from his unpleasant company.

You found the people you met on your walk very pleasant. Everyone smiled, not just because you were a princess, but because they were actually happy. You were fascinated by the different crafts you saw, women weaving and working on furs and fabrics, leather workers creating saddles and arrow sheathes and you could have spent hours watching the woodworkers crafting beautiful axes.

Natasha watched on with approval, seeing your appreciation as genuine. Your father continued to embarrass himself by scoffing at various creations he saw, taking opportunities to boast about the wealth of his kingdom and the superior skills of his people. You would smile apologetically at the various people you met and move on before he could insult them any further.

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You had been hoping to see King James before too long but you were whisked off by your father and brother for lunch in their tent.

"These people are... Savage" your brother said as he stuffed his stupid face with food, generously provided by your hosts. "Can't believe we're going to be connected to this lot. Did you see them? Grinning like fools at her?" He chuckled at his own thoughts and continued eating. Your father sat quietly, his cold eyes watching you as you ran your fingers through your coat, nibbling on some bread.

"He's given you a gift already then?" He muttered and you nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "Perhaps he will be easier to tame than we thought?" You shrugged and looked away, not seeing the heavy goblet that he sent flying at you. The heavy metal collided with your forehead and your eyes pricked with tears as your head throbbed.

Suddenly he was leaning over you, hand grasping at your cheeks. "Don't just shrug at me you stupid girl. Are you going to be mute this whole time? Speak, speak" he spat, and you whimpered. "I'm sorry father, I...I didn't mean...."

He let go and stormed away from you, your brother chuckling at your misfortune. "You have been lucky thus far, but I warn you, improve yourself and your behaviour or you'll suffer for it."

You were excused back to your tent and you had a moment to tend to your sore head. You pressed your face into the soft fur and cried a little. You didn't know what you were supposed to do, you were trying your best. But if James didn't want to see you, what were you supposed to do?

That moment, Natasha came into your tent and she was surprised to find you crying. "What's wrong princess?" She asked, her voice full of concern as she approached you. She noted the little bump on your head and the way you clung to your skirt.

"Its nothing, just... Nothing. Thank you for this morning, I really enjoyed spending time with you, and seeing everyone." Natasha smiled and helped you to straighten your coat. "Is there anything you needed?" You ask, wiping away the last few tears.

"Bucky would like to see you, he has another gift."

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You followed Natasha through the rows of tents until you were led to a clearing near the edge of the camp. It smelt quite strongly of dung, but you tried not to let that bother you, especially as it didn't seem to bother Natasha, and you felt yourself eager to impress her.

She guided you towards a little stable and you stood for a moment, waiting expectantly for something to happen. Then out of the door came King James, he had a thin white shirt that, if you looked long enough you could make out the ridges of his chest muscles and simple black trousers. He smiled wide when he saw you and marched forward, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your fingers.

"Good afternoon Princess, so glad you could join me" he said and you smiled nervously, "I..uh.. thank you King James, I um... I love the coat" you said quickly, rubbing it to help animate your point. He chuckled, and took your hand again, pulling you towards the stable. "And very wonderful you look in it too" he said and you followed without resistance.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far" he asked, eyes lingering briefly on the little bump on your forehead. You missed it and nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, Natasha showed us round this morning and everyone is so kind and oh, I saw all the beautiful crafts and it's just so wonderful" you said and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden change in your energy. His thumb brushed over your hand and you blushed, but he simply smiled and said "I'm glad to hear it."

Finally he brought you into the little stable where a beautiful white horse was standing, chewing on some hay. You gasped and looked between him and the horse. "If you're going to be my bride, you'll need suitable means to travel" James said and you found yourself speechless as he pulled you nearer to your gift.

The horse nervously snorted a little as you approached but you were able to soothe her with a stroke to her nose. "She's beautiful Your Highness" you whispered and smiled at him. "I'm glad you like her" he said softly, his hand joining yours to soothe the animal.

You both remained silent for a moment, until he handed you a carrot and you eagerly fed your beautiful horse. You giggled when its lips tickled your hand, and snorted when it ran out.

"Greedy thing" James laughed and handed you another, your fingers brushing momentarily, making you blush. "Why does Natasha call you Bucky?" You asked suddenly as the horse chomped down on its treat.

"It's my middle name, only people I'm close to call me Bucky" he said and you nodded, a comfortable silence filling the space as he passed you another carrot..

"And why did you leave so.... Abruptly the other evening? Did I displease you?" You asked, a blush rising on your cheeks. Should have kept that one quiet you thought, as his features changed from happy to serious.

"No princess, you didn't" and you let go of a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding in. You raised your eyebrows, hoping for him to elaborate. "It's complicated, but it's mostly my aversion to spending time with your father."

You looked at him incredulously for a moment, then you burst out laughing at him. You laughed so much your horse gently headbutted you until you were brought back to reality. "I'm sorry" you chuckled and patted the horses flank and giggled towards him.

"My father has that impact on people" he grinned guiltily at you. "I'm sorry I made you think otherwise, hopefully my first few gifts have made you see I am certainly not displeased with you Princess."

You smiled as his hand stroked yours, "and perhaps from now on... You can call me Bucky?"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #masterlist #bucky series #bucky au #king!bucky #princess!reader #viking!bucky #vikings #king/Princess

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Part 24

<Part 23<

Warnings: swearing, attempted sexual assault on reader, violence, ⚠️John Walker is a dick⚠️, blood, broken nose

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"You look beautiful," Steve wore a loving smile as he gazed at you.

You smiled bashfully and turned around to face him, "Thank you..." You blushed before your brow suddenly furrowed, "Why aren't you downstairs?" You asked him as you began to walk towards him.

Steve smiled as he walked into the room. "I figured you might be feeling a little nervous, so I wanted to come to you. I thought we could walk down together." He held his hand out of for you to take. "Plus, I get to have you all to myself for a short moment," He whispered as he pulled you into his arms making you giggle.

"I like the sound of that... Honey." You smiled.

"Honey?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm trying something, okay? You have all these loving names for me and I have none for you. I don't want you to think I don't love you."

Steve let out a soft chuckle, "My love, it doesn't matter to me what you call me. I know you love me by the little things you do. Like the way you kiss me, or hold my hand. It's the way you look me in the eyes when you say those three wonderful words." He rested his forehead against yours as he held your hands." I know you love me, Y/N."

"I do love you, with all my heart..." You whispered.

Steve placed his hands on your hips and pressed his lips against yours softly. "I love you too." He whispered.

A soft knock on the open door and the clearing of a throat pulled you apart.

"Sorry to intrude, Your Majesty." Happy stood at the door.

Steve let out a heavy breath before turning to face your guard. "No need to apologise, Sir Harold. What is it?"

"It's time for the two of you to join the festivities, Your Majesty." Happy gave you the tiniest of smiles. "Are you ready, Your Highness?" He asked.

You nodded, drawing in a deep breath as you took hold of Steve's hand and turned to smile at him. "Ready."

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You sat between your brother and Steve, trying to hold in your yawn as another lord stood to give a speech. You'd stopped paying attention after the first one and that was so long ago.

"How can a party be so boring?" Tony whispered from beside you making you grin.

"It's you're party, brother." You whispered back.

"

Actually, sister, it's your party. I'm just the host." Tony answered back.

You shook your head, "Maybe so but as host, isn't it your job to make the evening enjoyable?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Steve let out small chuckle, "She has a point, Tony."

Tony huffed dramatically, "No one asked you."

You raised your hand to cover your mouth as you snickered at Tony's unamused pout.

"Uhm, Your Majesty?" Lord Coulson looked at the three of you with an irritated glare. "Is there a problem, Sire?"

You let out another snicker behind your hand as Tony sat up straight before clearing his throat.

"The Princess was just asking if it was possible for you to stop talking." Tony blurted out.

Your eyes widened, "Anthony!" You scolded him before turning to Lord Coulson trying not to appear embarrassed as Tony smirked to himself. "Forgive my brother, Lord Coulson, his brain tends to not understand what his mouth should say." You sent Tony a glare as Steve chuckled beside you. "I was merely asking, if we could end your speech and the others there. You see... your kind words are making me teary eyed," You pretended to wipe a tear away.

A simple trick Wanda had taught you years ago. 'Playing on the innocent little princess appearance will fool the men into doing as you pleased.'

"And as this is an evening of joyous celebration, we should be drinking and dancing, not crying." You smiled as you stood up from your chair and made your way towards Lord Coulson. "And I'd be honored, Lord Coulson, if you'd be my first dance partner of the evening." You smiled sweetly at him as you stood in front of him.

He cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to blush, "It would be my honor, Your Highness." He bowed to you.

As you took your position in front of Lord Coulson the music began to play and the two of you began to dance.

"It was, His Majesty, complaining about my speech, wasn't it?" Lord Coulson asked you quietly so only you could hear.

You let out a small laugh, "How many years have you been in his court, Lord Coulson?"

"Many, many, many long years, Your Highness." Lord Coulson let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes.

You knew he was joking. Philip Coulson had been a close ally and trusted friend of the court since you could remember. He was one of the very few Lords that didn't want you to be married to King Brock, nor did he agree with the way your father had treated you.

Your smile widened. "Then you have your answer."

"I assumed so."

"I apologize for my brother, Lord Coulson." You offered him a polite smile.

"No need, Your Highness. I've grown used to, His Majesty's, humour shall we say." He smiled. "I hope you know how much you will be missed when you move to Brook." He smiled. "I know you haven't had it easy, Your Highness, but your people do care about you... As does the Queen."

You nodded, "Thank you, Philip. I'll certainly miss you when I'm gone."

As the music came to an end Lord Coulson bowed to you once more before taking his leave.

"May I dance with my wife?" Steve smirked.

You turned around to face him with a playful smile, "We're not married yet, Steven."

He shrugged, "As good as." He smiled holding his hand out to you.

You took his hand and let him pull you closer to him. "I can't wait until we really are."

Steve nodded, "Me neither." He whispered. The two of you slowly began to move along to the music as you gazed at one another. "Have you guessed yet?" He asked with a playful smile.

You frowned, "No. Are you going to tell me?" You asked.

"Nope." Steve grinned at you.

Since Steve's return, you had been playing a game that you'd sometimes play when you'd visit Brook. You'd tell eachother riddles and the other had to try and work them out. So far Steve had four and you had two (and Bucky had one after blurting the answer out before you).

"Fine... Could you tell me it again, please?" You asked.

Steve grinned at you, "Okay, but listen carefully... What is mine, but only you have?"

Your brow furrowed as you pouted softly, thinking over the riddle. You were concentrating so much you stopped dancing and started repeating the words as you stayed in Steve's hold. His grin never left his face as he watched you.

"I... Only have of yours... Is, your love?" You looked up at him. "I hope." You smiled at him.

Steve nodded with soft chuckle, "It's true, yes, but that's not the answer." He smiled. "But you're close with love."

"Hmm," Your brow pinched together as you thought, "Is this a well known riddle or have you come up with it?" You asked.

"It's one of my own, but I have said the answer to you many times before." He smiled.

"I'm close with love, and you've said the answer before..." You frowned to yourself.

"Do you give up?" He asked teasingly. Steve knew you wouldn't give up, he just wanted to tease you.

"No!" You placed your hands on his chest, "I certainly do not give up!" You glared at him. "I can work it out."

Steve nodded, "You can always ask, Buck, for help. He worked out the one you struggled with last time." He looked over his shoulder to where Bucky was dancing with Natasha.

Your eyes widened, "No he didn't!" You slapped his chest playfully, "He just shouted it out before me." You pouted. "And besides, I know the answer." You closed your eyes and turned away from him.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully as he followed after you towards the balcony doors. "Oh, so what's the answer then, my love." He smirked.

You cursed yourself internally as you walked out into the fresh air, trying to figure out what Steve's riddle was. What has Steve said to you many times before that could be the answer?

"Have you spoken to, Pepper?" He asked as the two of you laid under a tree for shade in the garden.

You shook your head. "She still refuses." You frowned. "I stood at her door, talking, apologizing but I'm not sure she was even listening." You turned to him. "Tony, says I no longer need to apologize to her. That I've done nothing wrong..."

Steve rolled onto his side and rested his head on his hand, "He's right, my love. You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing that's happened is down to you and if, Pepper, can not understand that then perhaps she never truly loved you like family, like she should." He frowned.

You lowered your gaze, "Sometimes I think I'm never meant to be loved. My father didn't love me, I never knew my mother, and the one woman I thought loved me like a parent, doesn't."

Steve frowned, "Oh, sweetheart..." He sat up against the tree, pulling you with him. "Tony, loves you. And, Peter, loves you as if you were brother and sister. And, Morgana, certainly loves you. She thinks you hung the moon." He smiled at you as he cupped your cheek. "And I love you, Y/N. My heart is full of so much love for you... You, have my heart and have done for so long." He whispered before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

Your eyes widened with excitement as you spun around to face Steve. "YOUR HEART!" You shouted, quickly covering your mouth as Steve's head fell back with laughter. Your face burned with embarrassment as guests looked out onto the balcony.

"Well done, Princess." Steve circled his arms around your waist. "I believe that's, four to me, three to you... And one to loud mouth." He chuckled making you smile. "Your turn."

"Oh, this is a good one..." You began grinning with excitement. You'd been saving this one, "What has a thousand eyes, but can not see?" You asked with a pleased grin.

Steve's brow furrowed as he looked off in to thin air thinking. "Hmm... You've been holding onto this one, haven't you?" He asked knowingly making you laugh.

"I don't know what you mean." You smiled and skipped off back inside leaving Steve to ponder over your riddle.

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Bucky's brow creased with confusion as he watched Steve some time later as they stood together sharing a drink and laughs. "Is everything okay, Your Majesty?" He asked. "You look constipated." He joked making Sam laugh and almost choke on his drink.

Steve frowned at him, "You're not funny, Buck." He grumbled.

Sam nodded, "I dunno, Your Majesty, it was quite funny." He chuckled.

Bucky grinned, "Are you gonna tell us what's on your mind?"

He shook his head, "It's nothing." He smiled, glancing over to where you were dancing with King Thor.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked over at Bucky. "They're still playing that stupid game."

Bucky chuckled, "She guessed the answer to yours then?" He asked Steve.

He nodded with a smile. "And hers is rather more difficult than I expected." He chuckled, smiling to himself.

"Care to share?" Bucky asked with a smirk.

Steve frowned, "Not quite yet."

Bucky's head fell back with laughter, "Don't want me to guess it before you, Your Majesty?"

Steve glared at him. "Shut up." He grumbled making the two men laugh.

"Ugh," Wanda and Natasha joined the three men scowling. "Have you seen whom the princess is dancing with?" Natasha asked.

"Isn't the princess dancing with, King Thor?" Sam asked as the three of them turned to look.

Wanda shook her head, "Not anymore."

Bucky glared, "Prince John." He grumbled.

Steve's brow furrowed. "Buck, move closer and keep an eye on the princess, please. That boy is trouble."

Bucky nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty." He bowed to him before turning and making his way over to where you were dancing.

You tried not to show your relief as you saw Bucky making his way towards you.

"Everything okay, Princess?" Prince John asked with frown.

You hummed. "I wondered if you'd excuse me, Your Highness? I just need a moment to myself." You bowed to him as he let go of your hand before making your escape. You sneaked over to the main door and slipped out into hall, letting out a relieved sigh as the music was muffled by the closing door.

"Everything okay, Your Highness?" Happy asked as he stood guard opposite the door.

You nodded, "Just needed a moment to myself, that's all, Hap... Prince John, muscled his way in for a dance when I was enjoying myself with King Thor." You frowned.

Happy hummed, "I'm not sure why, His Majesty, invited that boy." He frowned, "Nothing but trouble."

You nodded. "I know." You shook your head to rid your mind of the thoughts of Prince John and smiled. "Did, Lady Wanda, leave it where I asked?"

Happy nodded, "She did, Your Highness."

"Wonderful. Perhaps, Sir Harold, you could fetch, King Steven, for me?" You asked sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him.

Happy began smiling one of his very rare and genuine smiles. "I am going to miss you, Your Highness."

You began grinning at him. "As am I, Harold." You stepped forwards and wrapped your arms around him, smiling as he briefly hugged you back.

He cleared his once you stepped back. "I'll fetch, His Majesty, right away, Your Highness." He bowed to you before disappeared back into the ballroom.

You let out an excited giggle and made your way over to the large pillar down the hall where Wanda had hidden the gift you had gotten for Steve. You wanted it to be a secret, a special moment between the two of you, that no one would witness... So why she had to put the damn thing in such a hard place so even you couldn't get it was beyond you.

"Doesn't this remind you of that time we snuck off together on your sixteenth birthday?"

You jumped at the sound of Prince John's voice, turning to face him with the small box in hid behind your back as you turned to face him. "We didn't. You followed me, much like you have now." You tried to move past him. "John, let me past."

He slowly moved closer to you, "I think, you have a lot to learn before your big day tomorrow- or shall I say, night." He chuckled as he pushed you back until your back pressed against the wall.

"Stop it, John." You pushed on him.

"Why don't you let me take you for a once over? Make sure that cunt is nice and warm for, King Steven." He pressed his lips against your skin.

"No! Stop it!" You cried out and pushed him away from you.

John began smirking, his eyes almost turning black as he wrapped his hand around your throat tightly. "Now be a good girl."

You gasped for air. He pushed you back until your head hit the wall making you cry out in pain as you reached up to claw at his hand, letting the velvet box fall to the floor.

"Princess!" Bucky called out as he marched towards you. He grabbed Prince John by the shoulders and yanked him off you, throwing him against the opposite wall with a snarl. "Keep your fucking hands off her!"

"Have you forgotten who I am?" Prince John spat at him as he stood up. "I'll have your head for this." He moved towards Bucky.

Bucky put his hands up to defend himself but before John could go for him, you stood in their way.

"That's enough!" You growled at him. You put your arms out almost as if you were protecting Bucky. "Leave, John, before you make things worse for yourself." You warned him as the doors to the ballroom opened.

"How dare you protect that vermin? He attacked me!" John barked at you.

"Sir James, was protecting me, his future Queen, from your attack, John. Now, like I said, leave before this gets any worse for you." You glared at him.

John scoffed, "And who do you think, King Steven, is going to believe? Me, a prince, or the son of a murderer and you, whose just another whore like Queen Mar-"

Prince John didn't expect your fist to collide with his nose and break it with an audible cracking of bone that echoed off the walls, because neither did you or Bucky. Bucky's mouth hung open as he watched what happened before him, unable to move or speak from shock.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" You snarled at him. "Don't forget, Prince John, where you're tenth in line for your grandfather's thrown, I am weeks away from being crowded Queen of Brook."

You drew in a deep breath as you raised your head and looked up to meet the proud gaze of your beloved. You cleared your throat as you looked at the rest of the audience you had enchanted with your performance.

"Anyone else have anything to say about the past? Anyone else wish to accuse me of being a whore after they try to force themselves on to me? Anyone else want to blame myself or, Sir James, for things that are out of our control?" You moved your glare from one set of eyes to the next as your chest heaved. "No? Good... Now, if you'd excuse me, I'm no longer in the mood for a party." You quickly turned around and walked away after sharing a soft smile ad thank you with Bucky.

Bucky stood dumbfounded as he watched you disappear with Natasha and Wanda quickly following and Happy soon after.

"Is one of you going to tell me, what the blazes is going on?" Tony demanded as he and Steve approached Bucky as someone helped Prince John.

"They attacked me!" John cried.

Bucky turned to glare at him, "He was trying to force himself onto the princess. He attacked her, Your Majesty." He said to Steve. 

"It's not my fault she's a whore." John spat making Bucky growl and go for him.

Steve stopped him and sent the prince a glare. "To answer your question, I believe the man that's fought by my side since we were children and the woman that I love. Not the man that clearly attacked her." Steve puffed his chest out as he towered over the prince. "What about you, King Anthony?"

Tony narrowed his eyes as he gave the prince a once over and a dark smirk curled at his lips before he grabbed at the prince's bloody collar and slammed him into the wall. "I warned you after last time, if you tried to hurt her again, I'd hurt you."

John's bottom lip trembled. "Ar-are y-you insane? My grandfather will start a war if-"

Tony's head fell backwards laughter. "Look around you boy. How many kings, how many friends, allied kingdoms do you see that are ready to fight by my side?" Tony asked. "If your grandfather was to start a war, your kingdom would be nothing in a matter of hours. Isn't that right gentlemen?"

Steve nodded, "He'd be stupid to even think about it."

"We'd destroy you like an ant under our boot." King Thor smiled.

"We all stand together." King T'Challa nodded at Steve with a smile.

"And like the soon-to-be Queen said, Prince John, there are nine more before you..." Bucky smirked at him over Tony's shoulder. "You wouldn't be missed."

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All Hail the King

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

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

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

"What-Where am I?"

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

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

"You have wings."

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

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

"Where am I? Who are you?"

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

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

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

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

"Your kingdom?"

It felt silly. A dream. Childish and strange.

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

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

"I'm sure."

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

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

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

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