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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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My love, his duty // Chapter 12

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Chapter summary: It was all too good to be true and while you hold your newborn baby in your arms, your enemies are gathering against you.

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mediaeval customs, Religious persons mentioned, a baptism, a cute little baby, use of opioids for medical purposes,

There is many time lapses in this chapter, it´s like a collection of small one shots

(I should say there is always a cardenal, bishop or other religious person running around, it's just how it works in this times I guess)

+18 please. Minors be warned

Word Count (Chapter): 4k

Time seemed to stop, everything around him lost all of its importance, the worlds could burn around him, and he couldn’t care less. Bucky held his son in his arms for the very first time. The baby is trying to focus his new eyes on his. Bucky leaned in until he pressed his lips against his forehead. And chuckling when Henry sneezed and frowned his little face, clearly tickled by his father’s beard

“My son,” he whispered, cradling him in his arms. He looked in your direction and he found you sleeping, poor thing, you were so tired, even though it had been an uneventful birth, and Bruce explained you didn’t rip, whatever that meant, that you were not injured, and the Prince was delivered into this world without a hitch

His attention went back to his small little face. He was so small, so innocent. And what amazed him the most was that it was all you. You made him, he could hand to you the throne right now.

He walked with his son in his arms out of the room and into his privy council’s meeting, where he found Steve, waiting for him, he impatiently walked towards his friend

“Look at him” he demanded, without stop smiling, “Look at your Prince” he was so excited he couldn't hide it any longer

“He is perfect, your Majesty” admired Steve, looking at the baby, who was sleeping soundly, “Is the Queen well?”

“Yes, she is sleeping, otherwise she wouldn’t have let me take the Prince out of her sight”

“Her mother instincts are kicking in” he said with a shy smile

“They indeed are” admired Bucky

“The court is dying to meet the Prince” Steve said gently, looking at the reactions from the King, and James smiled widely

“I want all of them to see him,” he said, as if he were a kid after Christmas morning, not being able to wait to show all of his toys. “Gather them, I must show them his Prince” Steve smiled widely and ran off the office

Bucky walked towards the throne room where he knew his court was waiting, his eyes never left his son, who had his eyes open lazyly. He knew newborns usually slept for most of the day, but he seemed to recognize he was in an unknown environment and on the move, even though he was in his father’s embrace. He draw soft noises his little mouth moved like searching for something, he guessed he was in need of his mother’s breast.But introducing him to the court was more important, but he needed to do it quickly before his son started crying

He watched at his guards looking at him, and even though it was their job to introduce his arrival, they both looked at him wide eyed when they noticed he was carrying the Prince

They both bowed to him

“With all the respect Your Majesty, congratulations” said the first, trying to take a peek at the baby. He only smiled proudly.

“Thank you” he said, leaning in so they could see him, and once they did and drew smiles. They bowed again and announced to the court the entrance

“His majesty the King, and His royal highness, Prince Henry” they said vigorously. And opened wide both doors

He saw the faces of his friends first, Anthony, Sam, and Steve, and they all bowed to him and to his son

“Meet the Prince” he shouted, and he knew all the court who had gathered there wanted to see the newborn

He never felt so proud, he bever felt so happy. His legacy was secured

After the big introduction, when his son woke up and started to get fuzzy, he returned to her chambers. Bucky entered the room slowly, but he saw you were awake he smiled apologetically at you, holding your son in his arms

“Where were you?” you asked, not being able to hide your indignity. He walked towards you until he reached the bed, gesturing to give your son back

“I’m sorry love” you eagerly took your son in your arms again, cuddling him against your chest, “I wanted to show the court their new Prince” you looked at him angrily

“I was scared, you took him without asking me” you pointed out, “I woke up and he…”

“Honey, remember that he is a Prince” he said carefully, but strongly, “He belongs to the crown”

“I know” you grunted, “I just got scared” you whispered, watching him close his big eyes with a yawn, and in a second he was sleeping cuddling against your breast

“They all loved him” he said gently, sitting by your side, looking at his son, “he is indeed, perfect”

“He is just a baby” you reminded him gently, “I’m really hoping you know he is not perfect, not he is going to be” he looked at you puzzled, “I know he already has a lot on his shoulders for being a Prince, but I really don’t think that kind of pressure is going to be good for him” he then smiled gently

“With you as his mother I have no doubt he will be the best King this kingdom has ever has” he said gently, “I’ll remember your words my sweet Queen, we will raise him good, without the pressure of the crown” you smiled thankfully

“I love you” you whispered

“I love you too” You were interrupted by a woman dressed in a perfect black dress with a white apron. In her head there was a white cloth, fixing her auburn hair in a perfect manner. She was of age, older than you, with a kind smile and dark eyes

“Your majesties” she greeted bowing profoundly. James smiled at her as he knew who she was

“He is the Prince, Henry” he introduced, and you looked at both of them without knowing what to do

“And you are?” you asked

“I’m Lady May, your majesty” she said, again bowing

“She is Henry’s nanny, my love,” he said gently. James took your son from your arms and under your surprised gaze, he handed to her

“But…” you protested, as you watched the wretched woman take your baby from the room, “He is mine James” you protested, rage made your body hot. He only kissed your forehead as a consolation, not caring about your anger towards the royal-stealer woman

“I know honey, but let them do their work, ok? Their nannies are here to help you and take care of him” you growled, under the surprised watch of your husband, “You need to regain your strength” he reminded you

“I’m fine” you protested, “I want my son with me” you protested

“You just gave birth” he fighted, “You need your rest let the nannies help you”

“I don’t need help, I need my son in my arms” he reached for a cup from your night stand and handed it to you.

“Milk of the poppy to help you sleep my love”

“But my king” you cried, but when you saw his face, those eyes filled with determination, “When I wake again will they return him to me?” you relented

“Of course my love, as you wish” he whispered, so you took the drink. And the sharp pain in your lower region began to relent, but as your felt better, you also felt more tired

“Goodnight my Queen” Bucky layed on the bed beside you, cradling you against his body and kissing your temple. And you lost consciousness

As soon as you regained your strength, the pain was no more and you could stand, the King organised a grand christening for his son, his heir and Prince of this Kingdom

It was hosted in the cathedral, and Steve was appointed as his godfather, and held your naked and squalling child in his arms when the bishop had poured holy water over his dark haired head, as he chanted “I baptise thy, In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, amen”

“He already has the strength of a Prince” said your King with proudness filling his voice, as the entire cathedral could hear his screams and cries

“I'm scared he´ll drop him” you whispered only for his ears, and in the corner of your eye you saw him smiling and containing his laugh

“Nobody is dropping our child, and if he does I´ll have his head” he whispered back. You entangled your arm with his and he drew you near him, “How are you feeling?”

“Better each day, still hurts a little bit” he kissed your temple without taking his eyes off the ceremony, specially his son

“I’m glad you are recuperating” he said softly, “As soon as this is over you are going back to bed”

“Yes your majesty” you mumbled with a snarky point to your frase

“God of infinite goodness, send prosperous life and long to his high and mighty, Prince of Brook, Henry” chanted the bishop. Your son had stopped crying, and he cooed happily as he was being held and cradled by Steve´s strong arms and soft velvet clothing

As they started to walk away from you, into the great hallway, you paced impatiently

“They can't hold him naked like that” you whispered to your husband, “He is going to get sick” James chuckled as he put his lips to your temple to soothe your worries

“Don't worry my love” he muttered against your skin, as Steve was given a white cloth in which he covered the baby, “There you go”

Steve showed the Prince to everyone in the Cathedral, as Bucky parted from your side leaving you standing in the middle of the altar alone

Steve turned towards you, and he made a great ceremonial gesture, when handed you your baby, you received him carefully, cuddling him to your chest

When he was placed comfortably in your arms, everyone bowed to you both, as you kissed his little forehead as he cooed happily, undoubtedly recognizing you. He looked so much like his father it made your chest fill with warmth, but he had all your colouring

“God bless the Pince” the archbishop chanted, and all the cathedral followed

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night and you weren't there beside him. Scared, he took foot and walked towards your chambers, but you weren't there either. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the nursery, and there you were, it shook him to find you nursing your child from your own breast, but also, it made him increase his desires for you

The night nurses of the prince looked at him with apologetic looks, noded and left you both

“Sweetheart” he murmured. You raise your eyes to look at him, and you almost feel embarrassed, “You shouldn't…”

“Why can't I feed my own child from my own breast?” you asked, still holding the baby, his tiny lips suckling into your nipple, Bucky didn't know why, but it made his manhood throb, “I'm his mother”

“Queens don't do that” you look down at your son, suckling, and making those tiny noises that warmed your heart and you loved so, so much

“I'm sorry” you separated him from you softly, he grunted, but fell asleep instantly in your arms. Bucky was there to receive him, to let you arrange your nightgown

Bucky admired his son, and his milk-drunk little face, remnants of your milk still on his lips, and he purred happily in his father's arms, sleeping profoundly

“I just love those sounds he makes” you said, reaching on your feet the two loves of your life. Bucky sororounded you with his arm and draw to to him, kissing the top of your head while he cuddled his son with his other arm

“Can we take him with us?” you asked, batting your eyelashes to him, he only smiled

“Only for tonight” you extended your arms to receive your baby, but he shook his head, “Mine” he grunted playfully, you just giggled and let yourself be gently pushed by him to his chambers.

You cuddled in bed, the prince sleeping in his father’s chest and you cuddled on his side, admiring Bucky and Henry. James had his arms wrapped protectively around you, and the other caressing his son’s back

He, again, never felt so happy

The morning was chaotic when the nurses came for the little guy, and you almost threw punches at them, but you relented when James gave you a warning look. Fearing the war that was brewing between you and his son’s nurses

They might have won the morning battle, but then at noon when he was getting hungry and emerged from his privy council’s chambers. He frowned when he saw the group of nurses and wet nurses walking hastily through the corridors, like looking for something, or someone

“Excuse me!” he called, all the ladies stopped and bowed to him

“Your majesty” they murmured at the same time

“Where's the prince?” he asked, one of them, the oldest, gave a step forwards him and bowed

“I´m sorry your majesty, but her majesty the Queen took the Prince, and we cannot find her”

“Oh really?” he asked, incredulous. She nodded nervously. “She is not in her chambers, not in the gardens, or your chambers…”

“Ok” he sighed loudly, having a faint idea of where you might be.

He finds you in the furthest and tallest of the towers of the castle, a single room filled with sunlight, carpets and big pillows layed on the floor for the comfort of those who may use this place to read or to find comfort in peace. He found you there, sitting amongst big cushions, playing with your son, he could almost hear his giggles, although he was too young yet

“(Y/N)” he called, you look at him as like you just have been caught doing something wrong, “Imagine my surprise when I see a flock of nurses and ladies in waiting looking for my missing son, claiming he was taken by his mother” you pouted but then you returned your attention to your son

“They spend too much time with him, they barely let me hold him” you whined, eyes filled with unshed tears of longing, and the constant feeling that you were doing something wrong when it came to your own baby, the one thing in which you couldn't misstep

“They are here to help you” he seated on the floor right next to you

“But he is mine” you said, “My baby, I barely spend time with him”

“You are a Queen, who is busy with matters of state” he murmured, his face lined up with yours to watch your son, resting in your thighs, at the sight of his father he smiled widely, looking at him with joy in his face

“I feel like I do everything wrong when it comes to him” you cried, finally shedding some tears, “I want to learn how to take care of him, not let other people do it…”

“I know my love, but the Kingdom needs you”

“My son needs me most” you pouted, he cleaned your tear stained cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you softly.

“Let the nannies do their job” he whispered against your lips, and his tone did not allowed contradictions

Bucky practised alongside Steve and Sam in the hunting field, bow and arrow in hand, practising their shots as the new hunting season was coming close, and since you were no longer pregnant, your appetite for boar had return stronger than ever

Vision ran towards the trio, heavy breaths and a scare look on his face, so scared that made the three friends stop everything they were doing to look at the Second in command

“Lord Zemo is back” said Vision, right to the point.

“How? Why?”

“He had gathered an army with his sympathisers, and it’s taking the fields”

“Shit!” Bucky cursed

“This a clear declaration of war” saif Steve, “we need to gather our banners and take the field as well”

“I agree” sentenced Buky, “Call everyone in, and call Lord Fury” the four of them started walking back towards the palace

“He is the one who received the information”

“Does he know where they are gathering?” he asked Bucky

“He believed they are gathering in the Baron’s domain, near the border with her majesty's Kingdom”

“Do you think they are in on it?” asked Bucky then, “Do you think her father would support them?”

“Absolutely no” muttered Vision, “They have enough problemas of their own”

“We have to take measures, their intentions are clear and like I said, bring everyone in, call in Tony and tell him he and his Duchess and her new daughter all can come here, I will not have our court out there in the open” he said firmly, he knew of all the Baron’s tactics and their father’s before him, and he knew how close the court where, and right now they were sitting ducks in their castles far from the capital.

“Good, I will bring everyone in” said Vision and changed ways to run towards the aviary, to end the ravens

“So, we are going to war?” asked Steve, a worried look on his face

“I’m afraid so” muttered Bucky, “it’s been long overdue, but I’m afraid of what this would do to the people, Sam” he called and his friend nodded, “I want you to run and go towards all the towns from here to the Baron’s, I want everyone to show surrender, I will not, under any circumstances have any of my people suffer because of this, tell them I will not hold anything against them if they chose to surrender under the Baron, but also gather every fighting men you can”

“Wise choice, I will” he crossed his arm across his chest and nodded strongly, and ran off towards the stables

“And I need you by my side” he said to Steve, “to be the general””

“Great, I will be here” he said firmly, “Are you going to tell her?”

“I can't hide something like this from her” he muttered, both men entered the castle and walked through the large corridors, “But at the same time I want to protect her”

“She can protect herself, I think” muttered Steve

“I know” he said, “But she is so occupied with our son that I don’t want to disturb her”

“You need to secure your son you know the Baron has friends everywhere, and the entire court is here”

“What are you saying?”

“You need to send your son south” Steve said with a serious look on is face, “Your father murdered their family, don’t doubt for a second that the birth of the Prince isn’t what triggered the Baron to gather his banners again” Bucky cursed under his breath because Steve was again, correct

“Can you set it up? Nobody can Know where the prince is going except for us” he whispered

“I will send my and your best men on the job, and he will be going to my territories in the South”

“Good, yes”

You stormed the hallways looking for the King, seeing red so intensely you actually thought of grabbing your sword and threatening him with it, you found him surrounded by his men, on the table a big map of the entire Kingdom but you didn’t care about that, as soon as he saw your face he cleared the room

“Why would you send him away?” you asked, tears threatening to fall from your eyes “You do not love him?”

“Of course I do!” he said, almost offended, “I love him with all my heart!”

“Then why?” he saw the tears in your eyes and he softened his gaze upon you

“My darling, it is costum for the princes and princesses of the throne to have their own houses, and a crew of persons to take care of them” he explained to you but it did not matter, watching your baby part from you had broken your heart. You whined, in pain, feeling actual pain in your chest

“But he is just a baby,” you contradicted “how is it going to be good for him to be apart from me, his mother and you, his father?” He looked at you as if he would look at something cute, and you hated him for it, so you growled and gave your back to him. Only to heard him chuckle

“Are you upset with me, my love?” he asked, amused

“Yes!” you shouted, he placed his hand on your shoulder and made you turn softly, you were pouting and he had a grand smile on his face. He cradled your face with his big hands, and he leaned in to kiss you, “He is mine!” you said, rejecting the kiss and growling, a fierceness growing inside of you, heating every part of your insides

“My Love, I´m afraid to tell you that the prince is property of the state” he said softly, his brow furrowed, his eyes big and worried. And based on the face you were putting up, he feared that you would bite his head off, “But the good news is what we are the state” he continued

“Are you implying that your council had something to do with this?”

“No, my love, I´m just adjusting to the traditions” he said softly

“But if he is to succeed you one day wouldn´t it be good for him to stay by your side?” you asked hopefully. He pouted briefly before he leaned in and kissed your forehead, silently saying he wouldn't back down, “He is going to forget me” you said when he gently parted from you

“He won't, we´ll visit him weekly, he will never forget you” he assured you, “And they can bring him to you whenever you want”

“Very well” you said, not very much convinced, but you earned another kiss from him

“I like you like this, this lioness defending her cub” he purred, and you couldn't help but smile shyly, “We shall make another one, so you´ll be comforted again”

“Another one?”

“And another one after that” you giggled as he kissed you again, “And I want a little girl, to take her looks after her mother”

“Then you shall have a daughter” you muttered

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded, as you had your monthly bleeding last week, indicating you were ready to bear another child, and you felt as strong as ever, even ready for the battlefield. He smiled widely, “Then I shall visit your chambers tonight” you smiled and nodded again, as he kissed you

“I thought there as only one chamber now: ours” you muttered, he smiled widely

“I thought It was special to conceive our children in a particular bed”

“The we should go to Madripoor” you said jokingly, “there is probably where we made Henry”

“Even though I’d like to think I got it right the first time I had you…” you both chuckled at the same time, ��you are right my sweet queen” he purred against your lips, “I think is time we go to our special place” when he hugged you, he look over your shoulder at the table, and all the planning he was doing for the upcoming war, and suddenly it hit him, you were not going to be able to go back to Madripoor and he definitely could not get another baby in your belly, at least not right away

He has hid information before and you almost left him because of it, he could not do it again, but how was he going to tell you about the civil war that was looming over your peaceful Kingdom? He needed you right by his side, he needed your help but also he knew that if he told you, there was no way he was going to be able to shake you away

He was going to tell you, but first he needed to make sure you’ll stay here, safe, away from the danger.

But how?

Notes: Don’t hate Bucky please hahaha, I take inspiration from the series “The Tudors” and after also research, I found out that the prince, and princesses were sent away by their parents to their own houses, and even though is very sad, I did want to make this history-accurate, we will see the Prince shortly! I promise. AND DO NOT GIVE OPIOIDS TO WOMEN WHO JUST HAD GIVEN BIRTH! Ajjajajaja

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certifiedcomedianette · 1 year

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Medieval Park! (Originally Death Park—)

It's a basic Gregstophe AU that i decided to make at 3am for a idea at the gregstophe week thing. 😱😱😁😀 Theres actually a whole lore to this so you can scroll down if you want to read it,I'm actually thinkinh of rewriting it because of stuff but i like how it turned out. 😱😱😨😁😍🥰

Also christophe in a suit,christophe in a suit, christophe in a suit—

TW; DEATH, STRANGLING ⚠️⚠️

This story revolves around Christophe, (Thief name is Ze Mole) a young 17-Year old boy who is a thief. He was a wanted thief, Always robbing England back and forth with a bitter french accent (Yet he tries to speak in American English; He fails.) His usually robbings are Gemstones from the palace, and money from urban homes so he can live in peace with himself, and his siblings. (I also made him be siblings with Rebecca, and Mark but i never got the opportunity to draw them. I'll draw them sooner enough. ^^)

While on the run, he bumps into another thief; Gary who was coming out of a urban home with jewelries at hand, Of course he didn't care about him until he was almost apprehended and shot at— Gary then decided to help him flee by carrying him and running full speed to hide in the woods. There, they introduced eachother to one another and became one-time pals. Gary by this, found a whole advantage to robbing people; It'd be easier, and better since his friend Ze Mole had better experience, so, he thought to himself, "How could i let hem stay by my side until i get the jackpot? Of course, Love. One of a humanity's strong emotion." A week afterwards, He confessed to Christophe and being blinded by Gary's sweet words and signals, He accepted.

They relationship lasted for only a month, robbing day by day to every mansion, urban house, cabin, and if they have a good chance, they'll steal from the palace. (They rarely are able to though.)

One day, Gary had earned just enough stolen jewelry, money, and gems to provide for his family; Now how could he get rid of the other one? He never loved Ze Mole, nor wanted to be wih him, Infact, He found him only of use. So how could he get rid of him?

A trick wedding of course.

So one night, Gary gave Ze Mole a fake story where-in his family is gonna kill him for dating Mole, and told him they should run away together, by getting married. Ze Mole was DELIGHTED by this. IMAGINE GETTING ENGAGED AND TOLD BY YOUR LOVER YOU WANT TO BE WITH THEM TOGETHER ALONGSIDE MARRIAGE! IT WAS A DREAM! So, full of excitement, He robbed the nearest fashion venue's dress, stole a jewelry store one last time, and ran to the meet-up spot where it was a lonely tree up a hill. Wearing his white wedding dress, Jewelry at hand, He was excited .. He wasn"t greeted with Gary, but only a carve on the tree saying 'I'm sorry'.

He was confused.

Then next thing he knew, He was getting strangled. He was struggling so bad he tried to rip off the dress he had so he can fight whoever the hell was trying to kill him, Until he kicked them where it hurts and tried to defend himself w fists. Until he saw it was Gary. Sadly, (Gary won the fight by stabbing Ze Mole.)

(This was also the time the Royal Prince was assassinated by a thief (Yes, Gary did kill him too)) Which resulted in the two turning into Lingers.

Christophe who swore to himself he won't leave earth until he has taken full revenge on Gary who decided to kill him.

Gregory, the prince, Swore to himself he won't leave until he has found out whoever decided to assassinate him in his slumber.

While doing that, The two met up at a courtyard, Christophe who was curious to see if the Prince was really dead, Never knewing it was his childhood playmate who died. The two decided to do what they had to do before death calls them to heaven or hell; While this, Gregory swore to Mole to be by his side for eternity. Christophe wasn't sure of that considering Gary, but, hey, it's Gregory! He wouldn't hurt Mole.

And he never did.

Not getting the revenge they got, they just sat beside eachother once in a lake. Thereon, They spoke to one another about eachother's death. There's no point in really doing anything else. (They are dead. ) Hearing Ze Mole's story struck Gregory, so he asked him to Marry him instead.

He said yes.

And then they were married in Hell together.

Christophe is a thief, and he literally kills a lot of people. We already know where he's going.

Gregory actually comitted a few crimes such as stealing bread from a store to give the poor people at street, kill his rival, and so on so his was sure to be in hell.

Fin ..? (Not really, gonna further write this AU and maybe one day make it a whole story.)

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reylocrazyfangirl · 2 years

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#alternative #alternativeuniverse #knightof #knightoftheren #lady #medievalau #romance #rytier #stredovek #fan-fikcia #books #wattpad #amreading

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froggyfics · 3 months

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Feb. 24' Release Dates

The following are release dates for my works. It is possible that I add more works to the list, as I am almost done with several, but I just don't want to get anyone's hopes up! Links will be updated in green as the month continues. Please note that these are tentative dates, and as the author, I reserve the right to change them.

Friday, Feb. 9:

For Your Pleasure - 3

Monday, Feb. 12

Play Fighting Slade Wilson x gn!reader

Wednesday, Feb. 14:

Submissive Batboys Headcannons

Thursday, Feb. 15:

The Deadliest Poisons are the Sweetest - 7

Friday, Feb. 16:

Strange Seeing You Here (Strangers Series) Damian Wayne x gn!reader

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just-aake · 1 month

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Boundless Devotion - Part XV (Final)

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Words: 8179

It’s difficult to know how much time has passed when you’re trapped within your own mind.

One moment, you’re glaring at the one who you once believed was your father, wishing for his downfall.

The next, you’re falling into the eyes of the one who holds your heart, all while gripping a dagger aimed at hers.

The lost time spent drifting between reality and darkness always leaves you with a sense of helplessness, especially when you later awaken to discover the actions you took during that time, actions that still haunt you.

Your current condition feels similar to that feeling of being trapped, except, unfortunately, this experience is far more agonizing.

With each passing moment, every part of you aches, both mentally and physically.

The sensation only seems to intensify, worsening to where it feels as though your entire body is engulfed in flames, burning from the inside out. Even the simple act of breathing becomes a challenge, let alone attempting to move.

At times, the overwhelming agony drains you to the point where your weary mind is tempted to just surrender to the dark void at the edge of your consciousness, promising relief.

But then a voice breaks through amidst all of the pain, calling your name in desperate pleading.

Though your tired mind struggles to place the voice in the moment, it feels familiar.

There's something about it that warms your heart, making you forget about the pain even if only for a fleeting moment.

The devastation in their tone is the reason you find the sudden need within you to push through the agony, if only to help alleviate the sadness in their voice.

And so, that's what you decide to do.

You endure, and you stay.

Gradually, it starts getting better. The pain lessens along with fewer waves of feverish sensations coursing through your body.

Eventually, you hear other voices too, all familiar and all concerned for you. And as your mind slowly recovers from the fog of pain, it begins to piece those voices with their respective owners.

Wanda and Pietro

Yelena and Kate

Carol

Even Queen Melina

Ironically, the one voice you hear the most, always a constant source of comfort and peace at your side, is the one that proves the most challenging to place.

Frustrated at the mystery of this person, you eventually gather enough strength one day to will your mind to wake up, determined to finally discover their identity.

Slowly, your eyes open, and after a few blinks, your vision clears.

The first thing you realize is that you’re not in your room, but the surroundings look familiar. With a dull ache on your stomach, you opt to turn your head instead to survey the rest of the area.

As your gaze falls upon the sleeping figure by the window, illuminated by the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on her red hair, memories flood back, and you finally recall the owner of that elusive voice.

Natasha

With her eyes closed, the princess sits in her window seat facing you, her head resting on her hand against her bent knee.

The realization that she must have fallen asleep, likely exhausted from watching over you, causes a sad bittersweet feeling to form in your heart.

Glancing around once more, you take in Natasha’s bedroom, a place you haven’t visited in a while since before everything that had happened last year.

Despite subtle changes in details, everything remains mostly unchanged. Her swords and armor hang securely on the wall, and her shelves are lined with books and personal items that she treasured through the years.

On her desk, a small stack of papers awaits her attention, likely documents of the kingdom needing review, and adjacent to them sits a tray of obviously untouched food.

You frown at the sight, aware of Natasha’s tendency to neglect meals whenever she’s stressed or too busy.

Returning your gaze to her, you notice the dark circles under her eyes, deepening your frown and concern.

Intending to call out to her and urge her to rest in her bed, you open your mouth, but your parched throat betrays you, plunging you into a painful fit of coughing instead.

Natasha’s eyes snap open instantly, her body tensing in alertness as she searches the room, before locking onto you in realization.

She swiftly rises from the window seat and approaches the edges of the bed where you lie, her hand reaching out to comfort you but then she stops in hesitation just before she touches you.

As you regain your breath, you notice her hand clench with nervous energy before slowly withdrawing to her side.

Summoning your strength, you reach out and grasp her hand firmly, not letting her go far, as you intertwine your fingers and rest them atop the bed.

You nod toward the bed, silently urging her to stay by your side.

Natasha's tense posture relaxes at your gesture, and a faint, relieved smile forms on her lips as she takes a seat at the edge of the bed. She reaches for the cup on the nightstand, bringing it to your lips and helping you take a sip, soothing your parched throat.

In a whisper so soft as if afraid to break the moment with you, Natasha asks, "How are you feeling?"

“Sore,” you respond honestly, your voice still strained.

A flash of regret flickers across Natasha’s face as she looks towards your injury. Not wanting her to spiral into guilt over what happened, you tug on her clasped hand to bring her attention back to you.

“Can you help me sit up?” you ask, determination in your tone as you release her hand and prepare to push yourself upright.

“You really shouldn’t be moving right now,” Natasha cautions, her hands hovering tentatively in concern.

“I know, but I want to,” you insist.

The thought of continuing to lie helplessly on your back, a sight that likely tormented Natasha during your time of unconsciousness, doesn’t sit well with you.

You want to reassure her that you’re feeling better than your previously weakened state.

Natasha hesitates, torn between honoring your request or prioritizing your well-being. However, she comes to a decision when she sees the determined look on your face.

“You’re so stubborn,” she remarks with a gentle shake of her head, a hint of fondness in her voice, as her hands move to support you carefully in sitting up against the headboard.

“Takes one to know one,” you tease lightly, offering a small smile as you lean back, taking a moment to catch your breath.

A comfortable silence settles between you as you stare up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Memories flood back, and you distinctly recall Natasha’s anguished face above you before darkness consumed your vision.

Your smile drops slightly at the memory, and with a tired sigh, you turn to meet her patient gaze, breaking the silence.

“How long was I out for?” you ask softly.

“Three days,” Natasha responds gently.

Processing the information, disappointment washes over you as you realize what was supposed to have taken place yesterday.

“Your coronation…I missed it,” you say sadly.

Natasha chuckles softly, shaking her head in disbelief at your priority.

“No, you didn’t,” she reassures. “I’m not the queen yet.”

At your confused expression, Natasha continues her explanation.

“I postponed it. And before you say I didn’t have to, you know that there was no way I would have gone through with it without having you there.”

“Besides,” Natasha adds with a playful smirk. “Staying by your side is always better than any kind of event, even if it’s my coronation.”

Her comment lightens the somber atmosphere, drawing a small laugh from you, which makes her grin in turn.

The action causes a dull ache to appear at your side, and unconsciously, your hand moves to brush against the bandages covering where the blade had pierced you, reminding you of your ordeal.

“So what happened after…” you trail off, unable to voice the memory.

Natasha's gaze shifts sadly to your wounded area as she begins to explain.

"Yelena arrived with the physician shortly after. They tended to Pietro and you," she recounts. "Meanwhile, Kate stayed at her manor to apprehend the attackers and helped Wanda to recover."

Concern flickers in your eyes, prompting Natasha to offer a reassuring grin.

"Don't worry, Wanda's fine. She just tired herself out when she took down Rumlow and his followers.”

At your puzzled expression, Natasha moves her hand pointedly, mirroring the similar action of Wanda’s whenever she uses her powers.

“Oh,” you say, at a loss for words in realization.

Natasha chuckles at your expression, raising her brows at you.

“You did say she had a special way with people.”

Sighing worriedly, you explain your reasoning for keeping Wanda’s abilities a secret.

“You know how some people are towards magic, Natasha.”

“Well, considering she saved our lives, I’ll make sure no one messes with her, though I’m sure she can protect herself just fine.”

You let out a small breath of relief at her reassurance before inquiring further, “What about everyone else?”

Natasha tilts her head in thought as she continues to recount the events afterward.

“Clint was able to warn my dad, Steve, and Carol in time to capture the ones under control here in the castle. And as for the ones that went after my mom…”

She lets out an exasperated sigh before continuing, “...let’s just say that they shouldn’t have attacked her in her lab when she was in the middle of mixing certain chemicals and powders.”

You chuckle lightly at the thought, knowing about Queen Melina’s tendency to cause explosions in her lab during her experiments.

However, the mention of explosions brings a grim reminder of another figure Natasha hasn't mentioned yet.

“And Dreykov?” you ask cautiously. “Did he escape?”

Natasha's hand clench into a fist at his name, her expression clouding with silent fury.

"No, he's currently in prison, awaiting trial. Along with the rest of the traitors," she responds, shaking her head with resolve.

Taking your hand in a reassuring grip, she adds, "But you don't need to worry about him. I won't let him hurt you ever again."

Natasha lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your skin.

“I promise.”

You offer her a grateful smile, relieved at the information.

However, a sense of resignation settles in as you prepare to bring up the next topic.

“I guess all that’s left is to decide what to do about me,” you say with a heavy sigh.

Natasha tightens her grip on your hand as she urges gently, "Just concentrate on getting better.”

You chuckle lightly before your expression turns somber as you clarify.

"No, I mean about me being the Stark princess."

An awkward silence descends in the air, both of you acutely aware of the weight of the decision looming over you.

As much as you dislike it, the reality of your identity remains, and you need to officially address its involvement in your future eventually.

“What do you want to do?” Natasha finally asks, breaking the silence.

You contemplate your options and remember your conversation with Bucky, finding that your feelings about your decision remain unchanged even now.

"Honestly, Natasha, I want to just leave it in the past," you admit. "Everything's relatively peaceful between the kingdoms at the moment. What's the point in bringing up troubling revelations from mistakes in the past?"

“Are you sure?” Natasha questions in concern before pointing out. “You’re essentially rejecting your title as a princess.”

You nod, giving her a content smile.

"I've never needed it in my life before,” you say as you tilt your head at her in question, a hint of warmth in your voice as you ask, “Besides, I already have a princess in my life, don't I?”

Natasha returns your gaze with an affectionate smile before intertwining your hands together.

"Yeah, I'm yours," she affirms softly.

Gradually, you feel more strength returning to your body as you remain awake, nodding confidently as you adjust your position carefully.

"I think I'm feeling better enough to go back to my manor this evening," you observe, suggesting, "If you could have the twins come and help me, then you can finally get a proper night's sleep in your own bed tonight."

Before you can sit up any further, Natasha’s hand moves to your shoulder, gently holding you in place, her expression filled with disbelief.

Glancing at her hand, you give her a questioning look, causing Natasha to shake her head exasperatedly.

"If you think you're going to leave this bed anytime soon, especially after being stabbed for my sake, you need to think again," Natasha says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Meeting her gaze, you both engage in a standoff, locked in a silent challenge. After a moment, Natasha raises her brow at you.

“If the situation was reversed, would you let me move?” she asks pointedly.

You open your mouth to reply before deflating in resignation, knowing you would do the same as her if you were in her position.

“Fine,” you concede, though a small pout forms on your lips, before adding, “But I should still return your bed to you and move into one of the guest rooms.”

Natasha tilts her head in thought as she traces a pattern on the blanket on your lap before commenting.

"Is that really necessary? It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before," she reasons, her tone light.

Then, with a teasing smirk, she adds, "Unless this is your way of avoiding me after I confessed that I love you."

You pause, taken aback by her casual declaration, and you feel your cheeks heating up as you finally process her words.

When you see the victorious smirk on her face, you roll your eyes and shake your head, giving her a chatising look.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, frustration evident in your tone, though there's a hint of fondness.

“I believe you’ve always called me charming,” Natasha retorts, her smirk widening.

Frustrated, your hands grip the collar of her tunic tightly, pulling her closer to you.

"Natasha Alianovna Romanov," you begin, your voice tinged with both exasperation and affection.

She smirks, amusement dancing in her eyes as she catches herself with her hands against the bed on each side of you, encasing you between her arms.

Gazing at you with a teasing expression, she prompts, "Yes?"

With a small smile, you finally gather the courage to voice the words you've been longing to tell her.

"I'm in love with you," you confess softly, your heart pounding in your chest.

"That's good..." Natasha replies, her voice tender as she leans in closer, "...cause I'm deeply in love with you too."

Her words brush against your lips softly, and without hesitation, you tug her closer, closing the tiny distance between the two of you.

The kiss feels both new and familiar, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, as you lose yourself in the moment, savoring the warmth of her lips against yours.

Natasha is the one who pulls back first, resting her forehead against yours and letting out a happy sigh.

"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that," she admits, her voice filled with sincere longing.

Unconsciously, you lightly bite your lip to keep the warmth and feeling of her there for a little longer, before noticing Natasha's gaze drifting down to the subtle movement.

You recall the countless times you've witnessed that look of desire in her eyes, prompting a small chuckle to escape your lips as you pull her in closer.

"I think I do," you tease, brushing lightly against her lips. "You're not exactly subtle, princess."

Natasha lets out a tiny huff, her lips curving into a playful smile before she leans in for another kiss and then another, each one gentle and delicate, never leaving your lips for more than a second, as she steals your breath away and makes you melt against her.

Your hand, still lingering on her collar, instinctively seeks more contact, slipping beneath the thin layer of her clothing to clutch at her bare shoulder.

The warmth of her skin beneath your touch only intensifies the longing between you as you try to pull her closer.

As you go to deepen the kiss, the moment is suddenly shattered by an unexpected interruption.

“Oh my—Nat! Let her breathe! She just woke up!”

Startled, you pull back from Natasha, breaking the kiss, as your gaze shifts to the doorway where Yelena and Kate stand.

Natasha groans in frustration, her head falling against your shoulder.

Kate quickly steps in to cover Yelena's mouth, offering you an apologetic expression.

"Sorry! We just wanted to check on you two. We didn't mean to interrupt," she explains, as Yelena’s objection is muffled behind her hand.

Still pressed against your neck, Natasha responds in an annoyed tone, "Then leave."

Yelena rolls her eyes at her sister's bluntness, pulling Kate's hand away to respond, "Alright, alright, we get it."

With a warm smile directed at you, Yelena adds, "It's good to see you awake, Y/n."

"Yeah, we're glad that you're okay," Kate chimes in, relief evident in her eyes.

You offer them both a grateful nod. "Thank you two for coming."

“I guess we’ll visit you later then,” Yelena remarks, moving to take Kate's arm and guide her away from the door.

As Kate closes the door behind them, you catch snippets of their conversation.

"Should we really, though?" Kate's voice holds a hint of hesitation. "I don't want to interrupt them again while they're...you know."

Yelena hums thoughtfully before responding, "I mean it's a good thing we did this time, or else Y/n would have probably pulled out her stitches trying to undress Natasha."

Your face flushes with embarrassment as you instinctively cover it with your hands, feeling a wave of mortification wash over you.

Natasha chuckles lightly, adjusting her tunic as she shoots you a playful smirk, a teasing glint dancing in her eyes.

“Don’t even start,” you warn, noticing her mischievous expression.

Natasha holds up her hands innocently, adopting a nonchalant tone as she suggests, "I was just going to say we should have the physician come and check your condition."

She then adds with a teasing edge, "After all, you may have overexerted yourself from being so eager to kiss me."

You huff in disbelief, raising a skeptical eyebrow at her.

"I'm the eager one?" you ask, a hint of amusement in your tone.

Natasha nods with mock seriousness.

"If you say so."

Rolling your eyes, you playfully swat at her shoulder, then turn away with a small pout.

"In all seriousness, though, let me go get the physician," Natasha says, amusement evident in her voice at your behavior.

As she turns to leave, you call out to her.

"Wait, Natasha.”

She turns back to face you, curiosity in her eyes.

Leaning forward, you catch her off guard with a surprise kiss before pulling away.

"...okay, now you can go," you whisper against her lips.

Natasha's eyes fluttered closed at the unexpected contact, her tongue lightly tracing where your lips touched hers. When she finally opens her eyes again, they seem impossibly darker, filled with a mixture of desire and love that makes your breath catch.

“That’s unfair,” she breathes out, her voice husky with desire. “…doing that just as I’m about to leave.”

You pull away slightly, only for her to follow, not allowing the distance between you two to grow. A sly, knowing grin spreads across your face as you tease her.

"I just wanted to see who between us is actually the one who's more eager."

"I'm your princess, yet you're teasing me like this," Natasha says playfully, feigning disbelief.

"And you still love me anyway," you point out, a fond smile playing on your lips.

Natasha's eyes soften, and she closes the distance between you once more, whispering her next words against your lips.

“Yeah, I do.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Upon hearing that you were awake, Wanda and Pietro arrived quickly just as the physician was assessing your condition.

Soon after, a request from her mother to speak with Natasha in private causes her to leave the twins in charge of watching over you at your insistence.

Now, Natasha stands in her private study, a deep frown creasing her forehead as she examines the letters that her mother had handed to her.

“What is this?” Natasha asks, her voice steady but laced with a subtle hint of anger as she reads the contents of some of the letters.

Melina lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off an impending headache, knowing that her daughter won't take the news well.

“Many of the heads of the other noble houses in the kingdom are asking for Lord Dreykov’s release,” she reveals grimly.

“He tried to kill me,” Natasha states incredulously. “And yet they’re still defending him.”

“I warned you that Lord Dreykov is influential among the other nobles. You need strong evidence if you want people to turn their back on him,” her mother reminds her.

She then places a stack of documents on the desk, and Natasha quickly realizes that these are the results of Steve’s investigation.

Her mother continues her lecture, as Natasha skims the contents.

“The staff from the Bishop manor provided witness accounts of Lord Rumlow and the others' betrayal, but there were no witnesses at Dreykov’s manor besides you and Y/n.”

“What about his guards?” Natasha suggests.

Melina shakes her head grimly. “Found dead in their cells by unknown means.”

“What about Barnes?” Natasha points out the presence of the old captain.

Melina gives her a look of disbelief, raising an eyebrow.

“The other nobles are not going to believe the words of a known criminal.”

Frustration and disbelief cloud Natasha's expression as she processes the information. She searches for another angle, another way to bring Dreykov to justice.

“If we can’t prove attempted murder against me, then what about the fact that he almost killed Y/n?”

Melina grimaces, her reluctance evident in her expression as she braces herself to deliver the answer Natasha doesn't want to hear.

“What is it?” Natasha presses, her tone betraying a hint of impatience.

Melina taps the stack of letters pointedly before explaining, “Many argue that Dreykov’s actions against Y/n are akin to a father disciplining their child and is not a crime, especially considering she survived. They believe it's a family matter that should be resolved within the respective house and not involve any others.”

Natasha's frown deepens as she hears this, her hand tightening around the letters.

“I told you handling the relationships between the nobles of the court is delicate work,” Melina reminds her gently.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see what you mean,” Natasha concedes, her expression resigned in anger at the twisted parts of the kingdom.

Melina offers a comforting gesture, placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder and giving her a proud look.

“Don’t worry, Natasha. Lord Dreykov can still be forced to face trial if you want. And I’m confident that you can convince the others to be on your side. In this matter and the future.”

Her mother’s encouragement does little to ease Natasha’s mind of the difficult task ahead for her once she becomes the queen.

Despite the troubling news, Natasha still thanks her mother for the warning before taking her leave.

Returning to your side, Natasha finds you resting once again, exhaustion evident in your features. She watches you with a tender and affectionate gaze, remembering her promise to protect you from any further harm.

If there's one thing Natasha is certain of for the future, it's her unwavering commitment to fulfilling her vow to protect you.

With that resolve in mind, she later finds herself standing at the entrance of the most secure cell in prison, her arms crossed as she fixes a steely glare on the person seated in the shadows.

"Well?" Dreykov's voice cuts through the stillness of the chamber. “Is that girl dead yet?”

Natasha's jaw clenches at his callous words, refusing to be baited by his cruelty.

A click of his tongue signals his understanding before he speaks again, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

“No, you wouldn’t let that happen. So, then, are you here to finish what you started?”

Dreykov's eyes finally meet hers, his form emerging from the darkness as he tilts his head, his injuries still evident in the flickering light.

His face bears the remnants of bruises, one eye swollen shut—a testament to the beating Natasha had inflicted upon him when she first learned of the severity and uncertainty of your condition from the physician.

Unconsciously, Natasha's hands clench into fists, the memory of her rage surfacing as she recalls the moment she unleashed her fury upon him, her knuckles bruising and bleeding until Yelena intervened to pull her away.

Dreykov catches her movement, a knowing glint in his eyes as a smirk tug at the corners of his lips.

“I see, so you’re mad because you can’t kill me,” he says confidently, accurately guessing her current predicament. “Tell me, how many of the other nobles have interceded for my release?”

Natasha grits her teeth in irritation at the extent of Dreykov's influence over the court and the fact he already knows that some nobles would rally to his defense.

“They’ll abandon you once they realize what sort of person you truly are,” she retorts, her tone firm.

Dreykov chuckles in amusement, unfazed by her words.

“Feeling pressured already?” he taunts. “It’s just going to get worse from here on. After all, I’m not the only one in this kingdom who wants a war.”

“And you already know that I would never let that happen,” Natasha counters, her voice tinged with resolve. “That’s the whole reason why you didn’t want me as the queen in the first place.”

Dreykov eyes her critically, considering her words before a smirk dances across his lips.

“Perhaps I was wrong about you. You have potential. You just need the right…” he waves his hand dramatically. “…motivation.”

Rolling her eyes at his attempt at manipulation, Natasha turns to leave.

However, before she can reach the exit, Dreykov's voice calls out to her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Do you know what causes war the most, Your Highness? More than greed or vengeance?”

Natasha turns back to glare at him, irritated by his continued insinuations.

At her silence, he answers his own question.

“Love,” he spits out the word in disgust. “Such a foolish emotion, but you’d be surprised at how much destruction it can cause.”

He raises his brow at her, gesturing pointedly. “And it seems you have plenty for that pathetic girl.”

Natasha slams her fist against the bars, anger erupting, as she glares daggers at him.

“You better hope you don’t get to leave this cell, Dreykov. Because if I ever see you free…” she pauses, her voice lowering to a dangerous tone. “…I’ll kill you myself.”

Despite her threat, a pleased smile forms on Dreykov’s face, as if her words confirmed something for him, infuriating her further.

Turning swiftly to the door, Natasha indicates to the guards to let her out, but Dreykov's voice interrupts her again.

“I do have one more question for you.”

The door opens for her to leave as he continues.

“If that girl ever ends up in the way of you and your so-called peace, would you still choose to avoid war then…or would you fight for her?”

Natasha clenches her hand, finding herself unable to respond, her mind consumed by the weight of his words.

With a determined look, she decides not to entertain his question further, swiftly leaving the cell and slamming the door shut behind her.

“I look forward to seeing what your choice would be when that time comes, Your Majesty,” Dreykov's voice echoes tauntingly down the corridor as Natasha makes her way back to you.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The unsettling exchange with Dreykov from that night a week ago still lingers in her mind as Natasha sits at her desk, lost in thought.

She ponders his cryptic words, bothered by his confidence that trouble was coming, and especially at the implication of having you in the middle of it all.

Her main concern is for your safety, prompting her to consider every possible scenario where you might be at risk.

After all, she had come dangerously close to losing you during the recent conflict, a thought that sends a shiver down her spine every time.

Leaning back in her chair, Natasha’s gaze falls on the small opened box resting on her desk, illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the window.

The red gemstone embedded in the golden band glimmers with a silent promise, one that she hasn’t dared to ask you yet.

Pushing aside the unsettling thoughts of Dreykov's words, Natasha closes the lid of the box with a gentle sigh, tucking it away in the drawer for safekeeping.

One day, she promises.

When she can guarantee your safety and ensure that she can provide you with a peaceful future, she’ll give it to you then.

A knock at her door draws her attention, and Natasha looks up to see you poking your head inside, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

"Don’t tell me you’re hiding already?" you tease, your voice laced with amusement.

Natasha's lips curve into a fond smile at the sight of you, her worries momentarily pushed aside by your presence.

Chuckling softly, she shakes her head before asking, “Did my mother send you?”

“She wanted me to make sure you wouldn’t be late,” you reply, walking over to her with cautious steps, mindful of your injury.

Leaning back against her desk, you give her a pointed look.

“After all, it’s your last ball as the princess before you become the queen tomorrow.”

Natasha smiles gently at the reminder before glancing down at the area of your dress where she knows the bandages are hiding underneath. Her expression softens with concern as she meets your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“Better,” you assure her. “I’ve been able to move around by myself without any help.”

Standing up, Natasha intertwines her fingers with yours, drawing you closer as she gazes at you.

“You look beautiful,” she compliments softly, her eyes reflecting genuine admiration.

“So do you,” you respond, your hand reaching up to gently brush against her cheek, slowly losing yourself in her gaze.

Then as if remembering your original goal, you clear your throat and nod towards the door.

“We should go. Your mother’s expecting us,” you remind her.

At your suggestion, Natasha moves closer to you, enclosing you between the desk and her body.

“I’m sure we can spare a couple of minutes, can’t we?” she asks, her voice lowering suggestively, caressing the air as she leans in.

Raising a brow skeptically, you tilt your head slightly, your lips barely grazing hers as you ask, “Only a couple of minutes?”

The moment your lips touch hers, Natasha's eyes darken with desire, her breath catching in her throat.

Absentmindedly humming in agreement, she whispers, “…yeah, just a couple…” before closing the distance between you.

Arriving at the ball later than expected, you and Natasha are greeted by her mother at the entrance, who gives you both a reprimanding yet knowing look.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, offering her a genuinely apologetic expression. “We lost track of time talking.”

Melina raises her hand in a stopping gesture at your explanation.

“No, don’t apologize, Y/n. I’m sure I can guess what happened,” she says, shooting a pointed glare at her daughter before turning her attention back to you.

“Would you mind giving us a moment alone?”

You nod in understanding, softly excusing yourself.

Natasha brings the back of your hand up for a gentle kiss goodbye before releasing it, and you turn to leave the two women to their private conversation.

“Hold on, Y/n,” Melina calls out to you before you can go too far.

Stepping up to you, Melina carefully examines you before adjusting the strap of your dress on your shoulder slightly.

“Do try to direct Natasha to a less visible area the next time you two decide to ‘talk’,” she advises with a raised brow.

A flush spreads across your face in realization, and you quickly place your hand atop the area she adjusted, before giving a reprimanding look to Natasha, who looks away, barely concealing the satisfied grin playing on her lips.

You offer a quick, polite thanks before swiftly making your exit, eager to leave the embarrassing situation behind.

Turning back to her daughter, Melina meets her gaze with a raised brow.

“I guess it’s safe to say that your relationship with Y/n is still going well?”

Natasha smiles softly at her observation, her eyes still following you as you go to join the others.

“Yeah, it is,” she replies honestly.

“That’s good,” Melina comments, handing her a cup before taking a sip of her own. “It’s important to show the other nobles how good the two of you are together so that they can have more confidence in the future with you as the ruler.”

Natasha nods in understanding, taking a sip of her drink in preparation for another lecture from her mother.

“Even if your relationship started as a ruse in the beginning,” her mother adds nonchalantly.

Natasha chokes on her drink in surprise at her mother’s words, coughing lightly as she gives her an incredulous look.

Melina raises a brow at her in challenge, daring her to deny her claim.

Looking away, Natasha glances over to where you are, oblivious to you and her arrangement being revealed at the moment.

As if feeling her eyes on you, you glance up, meeting her eyes and giving her a soft smile. She returns it before returning her focus to her mother.

Knowing there’s no point in trying to convince her mother otherwise, Natasha asks instead, “When did you figure it out?”

“Oh, I’ve had my suspicions since the beginning,” her mother reveals, swirling the contents of her cup in thought as she recalls how the events all started.

“That morning, Y/n mentioned in passing about her meeting with Lady Maria as a potential partner, so I knew I had to do something to make you act.”

Natasha's brows furrow as she pieces together her mother's words with her own memories. She was right to think it was odd that her mother would suddenly take an interest in her love life, especially with such a ridiculous ultimatum given in such a short time.

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Natasha interjects, holding up her hand as she processes the information. “You're saying the only reason you pressured me to find someone was because you found out about Y/n’s date with Lady Maria?”

Melina nods before offering Natasha a sympathetic pat on her back.

“Let’s be honest, Natasha, you can be quite oblivious when it comes to your feelings for Y/n. I only pushed you to pay more attention to your love life because I didn’t want you to miss your chance with her.”

“No, you said that if I didn’t find someone, you were going to choose someone for me,” Natasha reminds her mother, her tone tinged with frustration.

Melina waves her hand dismissively.

“I was confident that you would come up with something before it ever got to that point, and you did. This charade that the two of you concocted worked out much better in the end, wouldn’t you agree?”

Natasha gapes at her mother, blinking in disbelief. She pinches her brows, feeling a headache forming at her mother’s antics.

“Please, go meddle with someone else's love life,” Natasha pleads, her patience wearing thin.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Natasha,” she says, chuckling, before pressing on, undeterred by her daughter's exasperation. “Now, tell me, have you thought of a plan on how to propose to Y/n yet?”

Meanwhile, after leaving Natasha with her mother, you join the pair at one side of the ballroom. Stepping in front of the twins with a warm smile, you admire their new formal clothing that you had arranged for them to attend the event.

“Well, don’t you two look beautiful and dashing?” you compliment, ruffling Pietro’s hair playfully. He swats at your hand lightly with a pout, then tugs at the collar of his shirt.

“I think you and Wanda are just trying to choke me in this,” he comments.

A red mist envelopes his topmost button and undoes it, granting him some relief.

“Better?” Wanda asks, returning her hand to cross her arms at her brother’s exaggerated behavior.

“Yes, I can actually breathe now,” Pietro responds with a teasing smirk, nudging his sister in thanks.

At the corner of your eye, you notice some nobles nearby shooting disapproving glares at your group, their attention mostly focused on Wanda, and then they begin to speak to each other, their voices intentionally loud.

“So disgraceful that they allow such people in here.”

“Did you see her eyes? They say it’s red like a demon.”

Pietro scowls at their words, moving protectively in front of his sister, but you stop him before he could confront them.

Then placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder, you check up on her. She gives you a reassuring smile, truly unbothered by their harsh words.

You’re glad to see her adjusting okay to the fact that her powers are now known by others in the kingdom.

Still, you will not stand idly and let them talk about people you care about like that. The twins may not be in a position to say anything, but you can always defend and protect them.

Before you can confront the rude nobles, however, they are suddenly pushed off balance, stumbling to the ground, as the pair of canines rush through their legs towards you.

Their respective owners follow swiftly after them, with the younger princess giving the people a glare and challenging look, causing them to avert their gaze in embarrassment, looking elsewhere.

Yelena turns to your group with a satisfied grin.

“Don’t mind them, Wanda. They’re always judging everyone,” she says.

Kate nods in agreement, adding, “Yeah, intolerant people like them are not worth your time. There’s plenty of people in the kingdom who already know you’re amazing.”

Pietro chuckles and places his hand atop his sister’s head teasingly, remarking, “Careful with the compliments now, we wouldn’t want her getting a big head.”

Wanda rolls her eyes in response, shoving his arm off and commenting pointedly, “Your head is already big enough for the both of us.”

As the four of them continue their playful conversations, your eyes spot a familiar face hovering in the shadows at the edge of the ballroom.

Excusing yourself, you make your way over to the lone captain.

“Not one for parties?” you ask as you step up next to Bucky.

He sighs and shakes his head as he observes the surrounding guests joyfully engaged in celebration.

“It’s been a while since I attended events like these, but then again, I’ve never enjoyed them before anyway,” he admits.

Curious about something that you’ve been wondering about him, you finally ask.

“Why did you decide to come to this kingdom? You know, after hiding away for so long.”

A silence follows, and just as you think he’s going to leave your question unanswered, he finally responds, nodding toward the distance.

“To visit a friend.”

You follow Bucky’s gaze and realize he’s looking at Steve, who’s currently in conversation with Clint and Maria.

As if feeling your eyes, Steve glances up toward your direction, giving you two a welcoming smile and waving his hand in invitation.

A small smile forms on Bucky’s face, surprising you, and you find yourself asking curiously, “Then why not just stay? Enjoy life without constantly looking over your shoulder for danger and having to run away.”

He chuckles ruefully, giving you a look of disbelief.

“I’m the most wanted criminal of the Stark Kingdom. Nowhere is safe for me or for those who help me.”

“Well, at least consider the option,” you say, nudging him gently and giving him a pointed look. “Because you do have more than one friend here.”

He examines you carefully before giving you a silent, noncommittal nod, and you understand that this will be the most you’ll get from him.

“Y/n!”

At the call of your name, you turn to see Carol coming towards you. As you turn back around to excuse yourself, you're not surprised to find Bucky has sneaked away.

Carol stops in front of you, the happy smile fading slightly into a serious expression as she examines you critically.

"How are you feeling?" she asks with genuine concern.

The familiarity in her question makes you laugh lightly as you shake your head.

“You and Natasha. Why do you two keep asking me that?”

Carol raises an amused brow at you.

"It's because we both care about you, Y/n," she answers softly before tilting her head in thought.

"Maybe the fact we both like the same things is why we're always competing with each other," she muses aloud before extending her hand in invitation.

"Speaking of, would you like to join me for one dance before Natasha decides to keep you all to herself?"

You give her a playful warning look, raising your brow at her.

"No extravagant twirling, lifts, or dips?" you ask, knowing her tendencies.

Carol nods in reassurance, answering firmly, "I promise."

As she leads you in a slow dance, keeping an easy pace to avoid tiring you, you seize the moment to ask her something.

“Are you leaving after the coronation tomorrow?”

Carol nods in confirmation.

“That’s the plan,” she responds. “I want to do as much exploring as I can before my own coronation.”

A tiny, sad smile forms on your face at Carol's words. You've honestly missed her since she started her travels. Poking her pointedly, you give her a serious expression.

"Still, you should come visit more often," you tell her.

Her eyes soften, and she gives you a small nod.

“For you, I will,” she says, a hint of affection slipping into her tone. "If you ever need anything, Y/n, just let me know, and I’ll have my ship practically fly back to you."

Her eyes glance at something behind you before she shrugs, adding with a sigh, “And I guess the same applies to Natasha if she ever needs my help again.”

“How generous,” Natasha remarks dryly, her voice tinged with sarcasm, as she comes to a stop beside you.

Carol gives you a small bow in thanks, her expression teasing as she remarks, “Looks like my time’s up.”

“Natasha,” she greets, giving her an acknowledging nod.

Natasha returns the sentiment, her demeanor cool as she replies, “Carol.”

Carol gives you one last smile, before pressing a chaste kiss on your hand goodbye and whispering sincerely, “Be happy, Y/n.”

As she leaves, you glance at Natasha and notice the small displeased pout on her face.

Unable to resist teasing her, you nudge her gently, remarking, “Jealousy looks cute on you.”

Natasha huffs in disbelief at your statement before offering her hand to you.

“May I have a dance?”

As Natasha leads you in a slow dance, you can’t help but feel nostalgic, leaning your head against her shoulder.

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” you ask softly.

Natasha hums in agreement and nods against you, responding, “Last time we danced like this, we decided to be a couple.”

You chuckle at the memory, reminiscing about how clueless you were back then, never imagining how things would turn out for the two of you.

The soft music creates a serene atmosphere, cocooning you and Natasha in your own world, away from everyone else.

Recalling the details of your original agreement, you meet Natasha’s eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in your gaze.

“You know, according to our deal, our fake relationship is supposed to end after your coronation tomorrow,” you point out.

Natasha raises an intrigued eyebrow, curious about your intentions.

“So, what should we do about that then?” she asks, her tone playful.

You tilt your head, pretending to ponder before flashing her a teasing smirk.

“Didn’t we agree that if anything were to happen between us, it would be the princess who confessed her feelings first?”

Understanding dawns on Natasha’s face, and she grins in agreement, a fond smile playing on her lips.

“Y/n,” she begins softly, her gaze filled with affection. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were amazing…then I learned that you were really stubborn.”

You roll your eyes at her teasing, but Natasha just chuckles before continuing.

“But you're also kind and smart. And truly the strongest person I know.”

She leans in closer, her breath mingling with yours.

“My heart and my life have always been yours, Y/n.”

You feel warmth spreading through your chest at her confession, and you can’t help but cup her face gently with your hands.

“You’re my best friend,” Natasha continues, her voice barely above a whisper as she covers your hand with hers. “But I would be honored if you are willing to have me as more than that.”

Your heart swells with love, and you nod happily as you respond.

"I want that too, Natasha," you whisper sincerely. “I want to continue to stay by your side and be yours too. Always.”

With those words of promise, Natasha closes the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

The sound of cheers and applause surrounds you, but you pay no mind, lost in the moment with Natasha.

You don’t know what the future holds, but you’re not afraid. As long as you’re together, you know you can overcome anything that comes your way.

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Epilogue

In another kingdom, far away, inside one of the workshops of the castle, the king’s assistant waits patiently by the doorway for a pause in the king’s pastime of tinkering.

“What’s the matter, Jarvis?” Tony Stark asks without looking up from his careful concentration.

“A letter arrived for you, sir.”

“Is it about the next shipment of parts?”

“No, sir, this came from a nobleman in the Romanov Kingdom.”

“Oh…you can just toss it in the fire then.”

There’s an awkward silence as his assistant makes no move to do as he asked, causing Tony to glance up in question.

The assistant hesitates before explaining.

“Counselor Potts strongly advised us not to do that anymore, under the warning of severe punishment should she find out. Also, the messenger stressed that the contents pertain to an urgent matter.”

Tony stops and furrows his brow. After the war and the deaths of his whole family, he preferred to keep contact between the kingdoms to a minimum. Just because there’s a peace treaty between them doesn’t mean he has to like or care about anyone there.

On the other hand, facing the wrath of his most trusted advisor for ignoring this letter is not something he wants to deal with in the foreseeable future.

“Just leave it on the table then,” he sighs with a roll of his eyes.

If anything, it’s probably more news about the coronation of their upcoming queen. He’s already sent his decline to attend the event and a decent enough congratulations present that Pepper picked out.

He doesn’t understand why they can’t just keep the indifferent relationship between the two kingdoms as is instead trying to make them into something closer.

Shaking his head as Jarvis closes the door behind him, Tony attempts to return to his flow of concentration, picking up his tools as he continues to tinker with the parts in front of him.

Unfortunately, as time passes, his eyes keep glancing at the letter sitting in the corner, something about it gives him some sort of unnerving feeling.

Slumping with a resigned sigh that he can’t keep his focus anymore, he places his tools down again and swipes at the letter, sitting at the edge of the table.

Opening it, he skims the contents quickly before his posture suddenly straightens with tension, his expression turning serious.

The door of the workshop slams open, and Tony strides out purposefully, calling to his assistant.

“Jarvis!”

They are at his side in an instant, following him and listening for the next orders.

“Tell Vision to prepare the carriages and let Pepper know I’ll be away a bit for some business.”

“Yes, sir. May I ask where you will be traveling to?”

“The Romanov Kingdom,” Tony answers, glancing at the letter in his hand before tightening his fist, crumpling the paper slightly.

“Looks like it’s time to pay this new queen a visit after all.”

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Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion

a/n: Thank you to everyone for reading all the way to the end of this series! (especially this long chapter) It's been a journey, and I'm happy that many of you enjoyed it and showed up for every update (all of your comments and reactions are so sweet and fun to read and honestly helped to keep me motivated).

This is the final part of the series, but it's not the end yet. There will be a sequel for Boundless Devotion, and it's called Everlasting Devotion (title mention in prequel Fateful Encounter 🤗).

I’m still in the middle of working on it, so the first chapter is not going to be released right away since I also want to finish some other one shots that I‘ve been working on and maybe take a little break.

That being said, for those currently in the taglist for Boundless Devotion and anyone else who's interested, if you also want to be added in the taglist for when the sequel starts, please let me know. (I prefer to ask again just in case instead of just assuming and forcing you along on another series that you didn't sign up for)

Again, thank you to all of you for reading!

Taglist: @lightwhoranoutoflight, @taliiiaasteria, @romanoffprentiss, @canvascoloredin, @silentwolfsstuff, @blacklightsposts, @arcturusseer, @presser24, @dvrkhcld, @jujuu23, @screechcat, @vivs46, @cd-4848, @youneversawmehereooooooo, @pancakefan7529, @confusedspaceotter, @natbelovasblog, @izzy-b09, @iamheartless, @mrsrushman, @fxckmiup, @natty-taffy, @2silverchain, @traveler-at-heart, @autorasexy, @natsxwife, @mviswidow, @slut4johansson, @automaticdinosaurtaco, @jono723, @mousetheorist, @tofu9162, @natsbiggestfan1, @iheartjohansson, @nothanksbye07, @midastouch013, @dvrkhcld, @red1culous

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff

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Masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 Welcome to my masterlist! 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 MINORS DNI - 18+ Requests: Open - Asks: Open - Hotel: Trivago

Social Medias: AO3 - Marigoldenblooms (All fics will be posted there as well)

Who I'll write for: - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Yelena Belova x Reader - WandaNat x Reader

What I won't write: - Piss/scat, Age regression, Rape/Sexual violence, Incest/Stepcest, Feet, Anal, Racism/Homophobia, daddy kink, Y/N, etc. More to be added!

✦ = Smut or sexual content reference. All of my content is 18+!

~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ WandaNat x Reader Series: Unica Semper Avis - Ongoing ✦ - Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha - Ever since you’ve come of age, you’ve never been able to stop yourself from transforming into a monster. Whenever the sky would dim with a New Moon, you’d ravage the world with a fury unknown by many. Such is the bane existence of your species. This time, however - something was different. Now, you need help. On the feeble doorstep of the so-called ‘Spirit Healer’, you found yourself both at the mercy of a cleric, and of a monster hunter’s blade. [Fantasy/MedievalAU, slowburn, eventual smut] Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Oneshots: That's a Wrap ✦ - Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda- You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage. [Dom!N, Switch!W, Bottom!R, Porn with Plot, Degradation/Praise, Oral, Fingering, Strap-on use, voyeurism, more tags under the cut.] Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series: Oneshots: An Important Lesson ✦ - Dom!Professor!Wanda x Sub!Fem!Reader [Dom!W, Sub!R, Porn with plot, orgasm denial, vibrator use, dumbification, more tags under the cut.] Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Natasha Romanoff x Reader Series: Oneshots: Out with a Bang (Coming soon..)✦ - Gp!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Reincarnation AU [Dom!N, Brat!R, Porn with plot, suicidal ideation, death, dead dove do NOT eat] Drabbles: Drunken Confessions - Natasha x Drunk!Reader [Mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.] ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Yelena Belova x Reader Series: Hiraeth (Coming soon..) - Yelena x Fem!Reader x Past!Natasha [Grief, post-canon, slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff.] Oneshots: Drabbles: ~.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣~ Headcanons April Foolishness ✦ - Wanda, Natasha, Kate, Yelena! - How would they react to you failing miserably- masterfully pranking them at every turn?

#bearrrwrites #masterlist

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bykakaw · 2 years

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Day 6: Johnny the Bard 🕶🪕

I imagine he’s singing some kind of fantasy rendition of Blue Suede shoes. I’ll leave it up to interpretation who’s picture is in the locket, whether it’s his momma or himself, we may never know.

#johnny bravo #johnny #Cartoon Network #toontober #lute #medieval #medievalau #fantasy #dnd #dungeons and dragons

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linkyychan · 6 months

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Togachako Inktober - Day 24: MedievalAU

With a hint of possessive ochako because I can :")

#togachako #inktober #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #togaocha #himichako #inktober 2023 #my art #bnha #mha #digital art #au #medieval au #fanart

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artyrae · 1 year

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Late night get together

#medievalau #narutoau #fanficnaruto #alternateuniverse #alternateuniverses #temari #kankuro #gaara #shikamaru #ino #choji #kiba #neji #sandsiblings #teamten

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itshermocrates · 8 months

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New fic alert!!!

Yesterday I posted my collaboration piece with @quirkred for the Sukufushi ReverseBang and I wanted to share it in here as well.

A prince's shadow a MedievalAu with prince Megumi and Knight Sukuna.

Rating: Explicit

17k words

1/2 chapters (maybe more idk)

Trans Megumi and queer reinterpretation of Medieval times

Yes, I'm using my history student privileges to write queer medieval-like fan fiction idc idc.

You can read it HERE and see some really cool art of this Au in HERE

#skfs #sukufushi #skfs fic #jjk fic #trans megumi #medieval au #Prince Megumi Fushiguro #knight sukuna #i'm obsessed #queer medieval fiction #I love medievalism okay?#and I'm a history major I am allowed to write this #if you see any similarities/references to GoT no u didn't 💚

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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My love, his duty //Chapter 11

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You welcome your first child, his majesty´s heir

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: Birth of a baby (nothing described), pure fluff honestly, talk about miscarriage and death (mentioned, nothing described), cursing, medieval customs, Religious persons mentioned, a bapthism

There is many time lapses in this chapter

(I should say there is always a cardenal, bishop or other religious person running around, it's just how it works in this times I guess)

+18 please. Minors be warned

Word Count (Chapter): 4.4k

Notes: Re-Reading this I remembered an important character who completely disappeared… the ambassador! The need to rewrite the last chapters is strong… but no matter, I liked his character and he will come back! Spoilysssss

“Are you ready to come back to the capital, my love?” Bucky asked sweetly, as he squeezed your hand gently over the table. You were having breakfast, a month has passed after he came to see you, you both stayed at the castle. having a small vacation

“I don’t know” you admitted, “It's so quiet here” you muttered

“I know” he purred, “But I have to come back, the court is coming back to the castle, and the threats of the plague and the Carter´s have passed” you nodded, understanding his reasons, “Besides we need to prepare for the arrival of our baby” he hinted with a big smile. “They are all very excited”

Your belly had grown big and round, the seamstress had tons of work since you were needing a bigger dress each week.

The date was nearing, you didn’t know exactly when, but you guessed, calculating the first night you shared with the King, that is going to be two months more before you welcomed your first child. You were excited, and equally scared.

And more exciting news was coming this way, since Bucky had just given his permission to Vision to marry Wanda as soon as you came back to the capital… so exciting events

The future looked promising and bright

“The Carter’s have sworn their alliance by disowning Sharon” he continued “Who is still on the run by the way” his thumb caressed your hand softly, “She can’t get to you anymore”

“You are right” you said, happy and relieved, “And she can’t get to you either”

“That’s right” he took your hand to his lips and kissed it

“I can’t believe you showed me you home” he purred, his blue eyes bright

“Well, and I can’t believe I couldn’t go hunting with you, '' you said sadly, looking down at your big and round belly. your King squeezed your hand gently

“When our baby is out and you are recuperated, I’ll bring you here again, ok?” he promised, “So we can both go hunting”

“I thought you wanted me to give you more babies” you said playfully

“We can wait a little more then” he responded, his beautiful smile would lighten up the coldest of days and his eyes sparkled like stars, and all for you. “Let’s go home”

. . .

The people waiting for you outside the castle made you smile widely. Bucky squeezes your hand soothingly

“Welcome back home my love” he purred, kissing your temple. You smiled back, “There is people who wants to see you”

“Who?” you asked, entertained by how happy he seemed. The carriage stopped and he jumped out, turning rapidly to help you get down. You belly was interrupting your movements and although that was endearing because you were getting close to holding your baby in your arms, you were getting very tired very quickly

But all that was momentary, when you saw your friends faces, the court was back in the castle and everything that goes with it

The first one to come to greet you was VIsion, he and Wanda had come back to the capitol a couple of weeks ago after they got Bucky’s permission to marry, to prepare everything for your arrival and their wedding.

Behind Wanda, there was Nat, and you couldn’t help but hug her, not caring if it was improper for you to do it, you engulfed her in your arms, so glad she was fine, and out of harm’s way, because she had been with the plague

“I’m so glad you are ok” you muttered, and she smiled

“I’m so glad I’m able to be back in your service” she said back. You had grown affectionate towards Maria, but Natasha was your friend and had helped you in definitive moments here with the King Himself, so you would be forever grateful to her

You released the woman to keep greeting people, ad the next person you found, was the ambassador

“My Queen” he greeted, bowing to you, “If I may say so, you look radiant expecting the King's child”

“I’m happy to see you again” you said happily, feeling guilty you had completely forgot about him, being so distracted by your husband, “Was the vacation from court pleasant?”

“Indeed” he said, “I had time to go visit our homeland, and I have news” he told you, smiling

“We have time to discuss it later” you tranquilize him,having more people to geet, “Talk to Nick Fury and he will appoint you”

“Good, can’t wait” Gods he was handsome, he smiled at you widely and bowed again, and you continued to greet people on your way into the castle, with Bucky by your side

“What did he want?” he whispered in your ear

“He wants an audience with me,” you said back. He looked at you funny, but didn’t say anything as you made your way back to your respective chambers. And Bucky, being met and followed by his privy council, went straight to their private room

“Welcome back!” greeted Bucky, he was so happy to be back at home, the next season for the court starting, his friends back in the castle, and the arrival of his baby. His happiness beated the one he felt in his trip to Madripoor with you. “We have the impending wedding celebration of my second in command!” he said happily, VIsion smiled and nodded, “I only hope marriage would bring you the happiness it has brought me” he said happily

“You are most kind your majesty” he said, dowing with his head, “I’m sure it will, Wanda is the love of my life”

“I’m so happy you’ll make my wife’s best friend happy” he completed, “She deserves it”

“That party is going to be great” muttered Tony, “I already ordered barrels of the best whine I could fine”

“Great! muttered Bucky, “and the wedding will be the first event of many to come”

“What do you mean your majesty?” asked the bishop

“I want banquets, jousts, and festivals celebrated in honor of my firstborn child” Even the ambassador had entered this privy council meeting, happy at the words of his King “I want people all over the country celebrating the birth of our baby”

“Very well” said The Vision, smiling widely

“Well, what if.. it’s a girl?” asked the Archbishop

“What of it?” Asked the king, a warning in his voice

“I believe the King would like to celebrate regardless of the sex of his firstborn” said Steve, angrily

“Oh, of course” the Archbishop said, nervously

“Why wouldn't I celebrate the birth of a daughter?” he asked, knowing perfectly well the answer, but wanted to hear it nonetheless

“Well, your majesty, eh...” the bald man started sweating uncontrollably, “It is always a male heir that could, or is more inclined to inherit the crown, and well, a girl… Even if she is as blessed and expected as a boy, well...”

“I might clarify, today” said the King, “neither the Queen nor I will be pestered about this matter” he said firmly, “we will receive gladly all the babies the Gods deems well to send us, if it is one, two or as many as he pleases, and also the sex, my successor will be my eldest child, regardless” he said, looking at everyone in the room, “anyone who opposes or keeps bringing the matter will be severely punished, and expelled from this privy council and from my love” everyone with fear in their eyes nodded, “The Queen will not be bothered and less of it pressured by this” he remembered bitterly how much his mother was bothered by his father, and the privy council, to keep having babies and giving birth, that eventually lead to her death, and him to be the only living child of the marriage. He would die before he puts you through that pressure. Nothing will ever bother you while you were working so hard day and night in the making of your baby. “Is that understood?” they all nodded, not daring to look at him in the eyes, “Very well”

“Of course M´Lord” said the Archbishop strongly, understanding his mistake, and the reaction of the King

“As I was saying, as soon as they are born, I want banners and plates made to commemorate them”

“Do we have possible names?” asked Steve, smiling widely

“If he is a boy, we are naming him Henry, if it's a girl, I want to name her Elizabeth, in commemoration of the Queen’s mother, the warrior Queen”

“Names fitted for a royal” said Sam, “And for a princess or prince of two nations”

“I’m sorry for abandoning you, my Queen” muttered the ambassador as he bowed in front of you

“You hadn't” you assured him, with a shy smile, one which he returned, “You wanted to speak to me?” you didn’t ask him, but pressured him into speak

“Yes indeed, like I said, I had the opportunity to travel back to our country, and what I saw… Well, is not pleasant”

“What do you mean?” sudden worry and curiosity alike flooded you

“Your father’s kingdom is collapsing” he said sincerely, “Each year more and more lords are starting to refuse him, denying him as King”

“Are you scared the Kingdom will fall into Anarchy?” he looked panicked and do the cross sign, in fear of your words

“No” he said firmly

“Are they supporting another?” you asked then, “Do they want my father replaced?”

“Sort of” his face contorted in worry, “They want… you”

“Me?” you asked, surprised beyond words

“They do, they want you, their rightful Queen”

“I belong here now” you said softly

“I know, but the people, they think they had been robbed” he explained, “Your father is not of royal blood, nor a royal bloodline”

“What about Clark?” you asked then

“They feel the same” you took a long sigh

“I need to go there and assure them, he is the one next to the throne”

“That would help his cause, however, we have to do it fast, before this goes over the border, and other might take advantage of this” you just nodded, finding the truth in his words, “But I must say your grace, I’m scared people of this Kingdom already know” he said firmly

“Whatever do you mean?” you asked

“Well, your chancellor, His excellency Fury was placed in our Kingdom before being called back here, and he is called the masters of whispers for a reason

“You believe he already told King James about this?”

“He would be very bad at his job if he hadn’t” he said carefully, and now your head was filling with questions and uncertainty

“I’ll talk to him about this” you said firmly, and the embassador could only nod

You have met with him in the library, since your room was being cleaned and your things were being put away, but now, as you cradled your big belly, you walked with determination as you had planned an entire day for your friend Wanda.

And you know exactly where to find her

“I want this room so clean you can eat off of it!” demanded Wanda, to all the servants who came to your chambers at her command, “The prince or princess is arriving shortly, and I want this room clean!” she demanded, as everyone nodded, “For the safety of our Queen, who is to give birth in here”

“Yes my lady” said the maids and cleaning ladies, as they ran around the room putting order and sweeping the floor to be ready to be wiped clean with water

“Wanda,” you called from the arch of your room, “You should be preparing for your wedding!” you laughed, your friend had leadership material, and you knew she would do great things

“I know” she said smiling widely, “But I’m so nervous I thought I could distract myself by doing this important thing that needs to be done either way” she said rapidly, and you just smiled

“Let’s pray for the prince or princess not to arrive before your wedding” you took her hand, leading her out of your room and down the hallway, “These days are about you” you sang. Leading her to your special place you’d set up for her

There was this room called “The Queen’s tea room” you never used it. It was too much: rose gold decorations on the walls, silky made chairs and sofas, it was pompous, but it served the purpose for this particular event. When you both crossed the double doors, Wanda smiled widely as she faced your ladis, your friends, all waiting for her, in the room was also the castle’s seamstress and piles and piles of gorgeous fabrics for Wanda to choose to make herself dresses and her wedding gown specially. Also, for refreshments, there were all kinds of wines and beverages and small cakes and bowls of fruits

“All of this is for me?” she asked, marveled at the sight

“Of course my love” you chanted, “Let’s design your dress”

You decided to leave the political squeems for another day, this week you were going to devote it to your closest friend and one of the most important people in your life. Wanda deserve the best, so your personal seamstress was fitting her right in front of your approving grin and the rest of your ladies as you wined and dined on sugary treats

You finished fixing Wanda’s hair like she had done so many times with you

“You looked so beautiful” you said softly, and she smiled, grabbing your arms in a loving manner

“I’m so happy” you shared fascinated looks as you looked at each other

“Are you ready?” she nodded enthusiastically, “I need to get out there” you whispered, and she nodded, “I leave her in your hands, Pietro” his brother walked forwards until he could wrap his arm around his sisters’

You left her in the small room at the chapel, and walked by the side to your position at the very first line inside the church. Where Bucky was waiting for you

“How is she?” he asked, and you nodded

“She looks amazing” you said happily, “And so happy” he leaned in and kissed your temple like he used to do. and you almost purred at the contact. When his lips were on your skin you felt so connected to him, like you were one, your heart filled with warmth and love.

And you felt the same when you saw Wanda walking down the aisle, to his soon to be husband. She looked so happy it was contagious

The ceremony was beautiful, they exchanged their own words and a promise of eternal love and respect. You watched attentively, holding Bucky’s hand, and feeling the kicks of your baby on your belly.

It wasn’t long before you were all outside. Where Bucky himself had made sure they were long tents, so everyone at court and all your families could enjoy a ball outside of the castle walls. Torches and lamps would give a war light, and tables were served filled with delicious foods, and the wine would flow freely. Wanda was dancing or trying to… dance with VIsion, a colourful flower crown on her head. You were surprised to find Natasha dancing with the Physician Bruce. Steve was asking lady Sarah to dance, and lady Jane was asked by Sam. You interrupted them all though, when Bucky asked for your hand to join them in the dancefloor, it was custom for the whole thing to stop out of respect for the royal couple. But after a couple of turns in your husband’s arms, they all laughed and joined you.

“And to think you didn’t even want to dance with me at first” you giggled into his ear, and he chuckled, swaying you in his arms gently, like he was afraid of breaking you, or perhaps to squeeze your baby

“A tremendous fool I was” he said simply, “Now I could dance with you forever” you smiled at him, looking into his eyes and wondering, you wonder if he was plotting to invade your home country

“I need to ask you something” you said quietly, to not draw attention towards the both of you

“Tell me”

“Will you answer me with the truth?” you asked then, and he nodded, “Did you know my country is rejecting the rule of my father?” you asked, not accusatory, but expecting an honest answer

“I did know that, yes” and you felt almost relieved he didn’t lie to you, “Fury brought the issue to me when he first arrived, but since then, I was facing other issues and matters of state and I completely forgotten about it”

“Oh, I see” you mumbled

“I gather the ambassador spoke to you about it” he said, and you nodded, “What does he want you to do?”

“He wants to stabilise our country” you said carefully

“And how do you want to do that?”

“Forfeit my right to the throne in favour of my brother” you said clearly and firmly, he only nodded

“Let’s talk about this at length, tomorrow” and you just nodded, and you let yourself relax in the arms of your beloved. he kissed your temple gently, “My sweet queen” he purred, “you are about to gave birth to our baby” you giggled

“Yeah, I feel really energetic though” you said mindlessly, as you both kept twirling and dancing around, at the compass of the music and the other couples. You glanced at Wanda, she looked so happy, and she only had eyes for Vision, “Although my feet are killing me” he chuckled softly against the skin of your forehead

“You know we are violating an important rule, you should be in retirement” he said like he was a concerned father, and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow

“Like you could keep me away” you said with a big smile

“Are you sure you are feeling ok?” he asked you, this time, he was serious

“I am, I swear it” you promised him, “at the minimum discomfort, I’ll find a physician, ok?” he nodded. The night transcurred calmly after that, that is until Steve drunkenly started shouting about the bedding ceremony. Embarrassing Wanda who turned as red as her hair

Vision looked at Bucky, begging him with his eyes

“There is not going to be a bedding ceremony today” he said firmly, and the couple laughed, relieved, “I will escort the happy couple myself” he said then, to appease the violent shootings of his court. Sometimes he wondered about the moral integrity of the people around him.

Bucky encased your hand in his, as you both started walking and led Wanda and Vision to the latter's own chambers inside the palace.

You hugged Wanda one last time before you both left them alone, wishing them the best

Still holding hands you walked towards your own chambers

“Don’t you want to go back to the party?” he asked, and you only looked at him, smiling widely

“No way” you said, reflecting how tired you were, “My feet and back are killing me, I really just want to go to bed” you explained, “Your prince or princess is draining me of all my energy” He smiled sweetly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling just like you liked it. He placed a hand over your big belly, you truly felt like you were close, so close you could almost feel holding your baby in your arms

“You go back,” you whispered. And he nodded, leaving you in your chambers to go back to his kingly duties

Because of the absence of Vision, Bucky was now facing to catch up on all the paperwork his chancellor did for him, swimming in scrolls and the details of the last taxes imposed upon his people, he wondered if he could actually diminish them for the upcoming season, his people needed a break and since winter was coming up they were going to need more money for supplies and buy animals and… other things. His head was already hurting. He could feel the eyes of his friends on him, but he tried to focus on the task at hi, even though if he reduced the taxes his counsel would kill him

“My King!” They were all interrupted by Peter when he stormed in the room like a hurricane, entering his majesty's privy council meeting, “it's time!” he said, smiling happily, and Bucky knew exactly what he meant

“Is The Queen…?” he asked, standing from his seat. He looked at the man that had entered the room with Peter, he was a shaky little man, the assistant of his main Physician, Bruce

“She has taken to the birthing chamber” he smiled widely, among the congratulations of his friends and members of his council

“I must go to her” he said, excited beyond belief

“Your majesty, I´m afraid you can´t” he said nervously

“Why?” he growled

“It is not customary for the King to be in the birthing of his Queen” he explained, although feeling out of place, “The physicians…”

“I don't care”

“I´m afraid - the poor man was shaking at this point - the bishops that accompanied her majesty had said…”

“I don't give a shit!” he growled, throwing the contents of the table onto the floor with a swift swing of his arms “I want to be there next to her”

“It has never been done, for the King to be on the Birthing suit with the Queen” he responded

“I am not a King today, I´m a husband and a father”

“It is advised that only her Queen's physicians and ladies in waiting be there with her” he said, swallowing hard. He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he looked to see Steven

“We will accompany you” he said, looking at his friends, they all nodded “right here” he surrendered

“If anything happens, any development, you come running to tell me” he nodded to the page as he presented his respects and exited the chamber, hastily

Bucky took a long breath, as he sat in his chair

“Everything will be alright” assured Tony

“Birthings are dangerous and painful” he said “my own mother perished in the birthing of my baby sister, and she was the strongest woman I knew” he said with a gloom face

“Queen (Y/N) is formidable” said Sam “she will give you a child and stand after that, you need to have faith, there was a royal announcement on the city, of the birth of a new prince or princess, thousands of your subjects are praying for their Queen”

“Is that what we rely on?” Bucky asked “prayers?”

“Right now” said Sam “is the only thing we have”

. . .

“This hurts like hell” you yelled at the top of your lungs, a wave of pain washing over you, demanding you try to spell your bay from your tired body

“I know” encouraged Sarah, as she wiped the sweat out of your forehead, “You need to be strong my Queen” She turned and she seemed she was going to leave you, so you managed to grab her arm

Lady Sarah don´t you dare leave me, you are the only one who know what I'm up against” she laughed as she grabbed your hand tightly

“I'll never leave you, your majesty,” she said. You took a long breath, feeling the next wave gaining strength to collide against your body

“In the next contraction, I want you to push your majesty” directed the physician, Bruce, and so you did

. . .

“What is taking so long?” he grunted, after half an hour of wait

“My King” said Steve, mockingly “it's been just half an hour, it's not even noon yet”

“Something wrong is going to happen”

“Nothing is going to happen” said Tony, offering a drink “please drink it”, Bucky accepted the drink and wash it down in one long gulp, giving the empty glass back to Tony

“How is Pepper?” he asked then, trying to keep his mind off of you

“She is fine, and promised me If I wasn’t back in a fornite she was going to take my penis, and all my shit” he laughed. And Bucky smiled widely too, “She is at least two fornites short to, so close to the Queen”

“Oh, good” he said, relieved, “So our childs can be friends”

“Yes they certainly can” Tony said, smiling widely

The door opened and he jumped to their feet, it was Peter this time

“What has happened?” he asked

“His majesty has a son!” he said, excited

“WHAT?” He yelled, happiness roaring in his heart, warming his chest “And the Queen?”

“She is well, your majesty”

“I want all the bells ringing from here to the confines of this kingdom” he yelled as he almost ran out of the room, almost running Peter over

He ran through all the corridors, and he entered the room like a hurricane, crossed the receiving chamber in a few steps, and cross the double doors leading to her wife, to you

He stopped as soon as he saw you, lady Wanda was finishing fixing your hair, they dressed you with a fine robe over the nightgown, your hair was loose and you looked like you’d had been through hell, he could still see the sweat of your hairline, and your face looked tired, and still colored from the effort, but as soon as you saw him, you gave him the brightest of smiles, and he thought that you never looked more beautiful. You looked down at the bundle you held against your chest.

Bucky moved slowly towards the bed

“Are you well?” he asked, not only towards you but to his physicians, everyone nodded

“Yes your majesty” responded one of your physicians

“Then leave us” as soon as everyone left, he climbed up the bed to settle beside you, and you leaned into his chest, and he saw him, his son, his reddened face, his hair just like his color, his tiny hands reaching from the linen “my boy” he said as he caressed his little head, not daring to grab him from your embrace “You are perfect” he whispered “not even a year since we married and you gave me a son” he whispered against your temple, and you only smiled, as he kissed her temple

“Are you happy?” you asked

“Never been more happy in my whole life” you let out a relieved breath, you were so tied, but relieved, and so happy to have your son in your arms again, “How shall we name him?” Bucky asked

“Can we name him Henry?” you asked, as you had discussed with him sooner

“I love that name” he muttered, kissing your temple softly, the new born cooed in your arms, as he looked to his mother and father

“Hello Henry” you said happily

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