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fandomsleaveuemotionallyscarred · 6 years

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Tell Me A Story

Based on @oopswakanda WinterPrincess X Wonder Woman AU.

“Umama”

“Yes my child?”

“Tell me a story”

“Which one?” Ramonda asked

“The story of our home” Shuri pleaded

“Long ago, when history was new, a meteorite made of vibranium, the strongest substance in the universe struck the continent of Africa, affecting the plant life around it. When Olorun, the God of the sky created men, five tribes chose to settle on this land and called it Wakanda

“But Gaunab, the God of Evil grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt Olorun’s creation. He poisoned men’s hearts with jealousy and suspicion. They turned on one another, the five tribes then lived in constant war with each other. Until one day a warrior priestess received a vision from the Panther Goddess Bast, who led her to the heart shaped herb, a plant that granted her super human strength, speed and instincts. She led a revolt and freed all the women from enslavement and torment

“The Priestess became Queen and the first Black Panther, the protector of Wakanda. The women of the five tribes agreed to live under the Queens rule but the men chose to leave Wakanda. The Wakandan’s used the vibranium to develop technology far more advanced than any other nation. But as Wakanda thrived, free from the corruption of Gaunab, the world around them sank further into chaos. So to keep the vibranium and the Wakandan’s safe, Olorun created a barrier around the nation, keeping it’s true strength hidden from the rest of the world”

“And what about Gaunab? Is there any way to stop him?” Shuri questioned

Ramonda nodded “When Olorun cast Gaunab out of the skies, he knew that Gaunab would continue his plans to corrupt mankind, to lure them into a war that would destroy themselves and the world. So he left us with a gift, a weapon powerful enough to destroy Gaunab and free the earth of his influence. We call it the God Killer”

“Can I see it? The God Killer” Shuri asked

“The God’s gave us many gifts intomba, one day you will know them all” Ramonda replied, slowly rising to leave

“And Umama” Shuri called, Ramonda turned to face her daughter

“Do we still hide?” Shuri inquired

“Yes”

“Why?”

Ramonda did not answer, instead she pressed a kiss on Shuri’s temple and bid her goodnight.

Once her mother left Shuri rolled over in bed and stared out the window, her eyes honed in on the one solitary building in the distance, “The Mound” they called it, where the vibranium was mined and it also housed the lab from which the most advanced technology was produced.

“I will be there!” she thought determinedly to herself as she gazed at it

“Just you wait”

And with that thought in mind the young Princess fell asleep.

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Olorun references

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://www.windows2universe.org/mythology/olorun_sky.html&ved=0ahUKEwiojIyxs7bbAhUKi1QKHc29CEQQFggkMAE&usg=AOvVaw01PEvPXJW0KE7b1PaQ7R0c

And Gaunab

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=http://www.godchecker.com/pantheon/african-mythology.php%3Fdeity%3DGAUNAB&ved=2ahUKEwiDg6uitLbbAhUNIXwKHZlsDgUQFjAKegQIBxAB&usg=AOvVaw0QA9x6HIfGWCGHWAgzGAU1

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@oopswakanda I tried it I hope you liked it.

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And other WinterPrincess/RoyalWolf fans enjoy 💖💖💖💖💖

#winterprinces x wonder woman au #winterprincess #royalwolf #shuri x bucky #i tried #i hope you all like it

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chaotic-wanda · 4 years

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Better Now

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Song Prompt: Better Now by Post Malone

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: lots & lots of angst, injuries, tiny bit of self loathing, maybe cursing?

A/N: My speedy boy Pietro is still alive in this but besides that, it’s relatively normal. Italicized is a flashback. This is the post fic I’ve posted in like 2 years so I apologize for it being a little rough. It’s for Gab’s Bday Writing Challenge, @buckysmischief. If you’re not following her yet, you should cause she’s great! Big thank you to @winterprincess-sky for looking over it for me and being an amazing, wonderful and helpful human being! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

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Screaming could be heard throughout the Avengers’ compound. Angry words and snarky remarks that usually were forgiven a few short hours later were currently bleeding through the walls. Unfortunately, the team was used to this as it became the new normal for Bucky and Y/N in the past month. One of them would easily set the other off with a simple word or motion that led to an all out brawl.

After what felt like hours of yelling, Y/N was at her breaking point. With frustrated tears rolling down her face, she looked up at the man she once loved more than anything in the world and with an eerily calm voice asked, “What do you want from me Bucky? What can I do to fix this?” Although her composure was calm, she’d never felt more desperate in that moment.

“I just want you to leave,” Bucky retorted with a cold stare. Giving him one last glance, she turned away from him and stormed out, refusing to let him see how much that one sentence broke her. Bucky let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He knew she just needed some space and that everything would be fine within a few days. That’s how it always went. He was leaving for a short mission later that day anyway which would give her the time she needed.

A few days passed by when Bucky returned from his latest mission. He was expecting to see Y/N waiting for him at the hangar like she usually does, but she wasn’t there this time. Quickly excusing himself, he made his way to their room. He knocked on the door only to be met with silence. After a few minutes of stillness, he started knocking once more becoming desperate. More time passed before Bucky thought ‘Fuck it’ and pushed himself into the room.

What he met was an empty room. Sure, it might not be completely empty to anyone else. There were still stacks of records next to her turntable, clothes in the closet or half used candles sitting around the room. But that’s not what Bucky saw. Instead, he noticed that it was the important things, her favorite things, that were now missing. Her favorite sweater that was two sizes too big that she always mentioned felt like a hug. Or her favorite book that she’s read more times than he could count. The ring that she had bought herself in Ireland after one of their first missions together and only took off to sleep. What hurt the most though was the photo on your bedside, the one of the two of you after your first official date, was now facedown. She had left, just like he had told her to.

Bucky felt as if his world was collapsing in on itself as he fell to his knees. He looked around the room, what once was a safe haven for him, but now felt more like a mock of everything he just lost. And there was no one to blame but himself.

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A month had passed since that day and Bucky never felt more broken in his life. He felt empty without her and spent most of his days moping around the gym or staying in his room. Steve decided that enough was enough and that’s how Bucky found himself here at this dingy bar on a late night where the music was too loud and had too many people. Steve and Sam told him it would be good for him, that he needed to get out and some fresh air. So here they were on “boys night” even though Bucky would prefer to be about anywhere else. He’d been nursing the same scotch in his hand for most of the night, knowing it didn’t matter how much he drank since he couldn’t get drunk and because nothing could get her off his mind.

Sam and Steve were having a heated debate over some sports team that Bucky couldn’t care less about. He turned to lean against the bar and observe the overcrowded dance floor. Slowly, his eyes raked through the masses of people until he spotted the last person he thought he’d see. But there she was, dancing in the middle of the crowd, eyes closed and completely lost in the music.

Bucky immediately leapt up from his seat to try and make his way to her. He struggled to get through the crowd and before he could get to her, he saw someone snake their arms around her. His heart stopped along with his feet as he stared at the scene playing out in front of him. She wrapped her arms around Pietro’s neck, throwing her head back in laughter over something he said. Bucky knew they were friends, but he obviously didn’t realize how close.

Y/N’s eye caught Bucky’s which caused her to freeze. Once she came to her senses, she wiggled her way out of Pietro’s arms and started to head towards Bucky. He quickly spun on his feet and started walking in the opposite direction. He knew he couldn’t handle any interaction between them now that he had seen her in someone else's arms. Swiftly grabbing his jacket off the bar stool, he barely muttered out a bye to Sam and Steve before walking out.

Every emotion that Bucky had buried for the past month started pushing it’s way up. The dread of realizing it was really over, the loneliness of having to sleep without her in his arms, and the hurt of her moving on. He knew he couldn’t blame her, and he didn’t. But he couldn’t understand how she moved onto someone else so quickly. She looked better just now than the last few times he’d seen her. Happy even. He was aware he should have been happy for her but he couldn’t help the anger that took over him. Anger at her for moving on, but more importantly anger at himself for pushing her away.

As soon as he got back to the compound, he headed straight for the gym. Realizing he’d never be able to fall asleep, he figured he’d punch some of this anger out. Bucky threw off his jacket and didn’t even take the time to wrap his hand before punching out every emotion out on the bag. Despite how broken and how miserable he felt, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Thoughts of better days kept swirling around in his mind.

She had been begging him for weeks to help her set up a hammock. Fall was starting to set in and it was “the perfect time to lay around in the sun with the cool breeze” she had kept explaining. He’d surprised her earlier that day by dragging her out there the second the team meeting was over. Now, he was annoyed with himself for taking so long to put the hammock together because she was right, this was perfect.

Bucky was currently nestled perfectly between her legs, head laying on her stomach. She was distractedly running her fingers through his hair while reading the current novel that had swept her into its fantasies. The light air blowing around helped to slowly rock them, bringing him closer to sleep. It was the small gasp she let out that interrupted his nap, causing him to look up at her. He realized something must have happened in her book. Her eyebrows were squished together, nose wrinkled and her teeth pulling her bottom lip in.

He felt his smile grow, loving these moments. The thought of being able to watch her like this every day brought immense joy to him. He was so desperately in love with this woman and he had no idea how to express that to her.

“I can feel you staring at me,” she spoke so softly that Bucky almost didn’t hear her.

He grinned up at her, replying, “I don't know what you expect when you make the most adorable faces over fictional worlds.” She playfully swats at him with the book causing Bucky to laugh. This just caused her to swat at him some more before he caught the book in his hands, holding it up higher than she can reach.

“Wait, you’ll lose my spot!” she gave him her best puppy eyes and pout. At this point, he was no longer laying on her but sitting across from her, the hammack swaying with their movement.

He let out a chuckle, “Well doll, it’s going to cost you to get it back.”

She lunged for him just as Bucky leaned away from her, the motion causing the hammock to turn them over to the ground. They landed with a thump and she found herself falling on top of him. Quickly, she snatched her book away from him making her beam from ear-to-ear, relishing in her victory before they broke out into laughter.

Once they were able to calm themselves down, Bucky reached up and placed his hand gently on her cheek. Y/N leaned into his touch and looked at him with more adoration than he felt worthy of. He slowly leaned up towards her and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips before pulling ever so slightly back. Not even a second passed before he moved in for another kiss, her lips meeting his just as hungrily. A far contrast from the previous kiss, this one was desperate, passionate even, as he pulled her tightly against him, as if he was hanging on to her for dear life. She melted further into him and he was praying that she understood the feelings of love he was trying to show since he couldn’t find the nerve to speak it.

When the need for air became too much, she slowly pulled away, eyes still closed, and rested her forehead against his. And that’s the moment Bucky knew he didn’t want to live a life without her. . .

The punching bag burst after the latest hit and sand was thrown across the room as the bag itself met the floor with a loud thud. He wasn’t sure how long the tears were streaming down his face or how he let things get as bad as they did. He never believed for a moment they would end for good, but as he fell to his knees, sinking to the floor and feeling nothing but misery, he was forced to face the harsh reality of it.

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What should have been an easy in and out mission turned into a disaster and Bucky had no one to blame but himself. He had been so in his head and grief of losing Y/N he wasn’t paying attention like he should have. They were ambushed by Hydra agents and had fought like hell to get out.

Bucky looked around to account for everyone but as the shock wore off, he felt his breathing was uneven and realized he was shaking. Slowly pulling his hand away from his stomach, he realized it was drenched with blood from two bullets he thought he had missed. Steve looked over just as Bucky fell to the ground and rushed over. The last thing Bucky remembered between fading in and out was Steve telling him to hold on.

What felt like only moments later, Bucky opened his eyes, taking a while to focus on the white ceiling above him. The beeping of equipment rang loudly in his ears. ‘Well we’re definitely not on the field anymore,’ he thought to himself. Once his vision came back into focus, he started scanning his surroundings and determined he was at the med bay. What he didn’t expect to find was Y/N curled up in a chair to his right passed out. He smiled softly to himself and took the time to study her sleeping figure. She had his blanket from their bed enveloping her with her favorite book barely hanging in one hand, the other laying gently over his own. This is the closest they’ve been since their last fight when she walked out.

As if on cue, she started to stir in her sleep before barely opening her eyes. She blinked a few times, as if trying to convince herself to stay awake. Bucky drinked in the sight of her. He always loved the moments when she first woke up. Her eyes were hooded, still full of exhaustion, lips just slightly chapped, and her hair always in disarray from not being brushed but he loved the wild look of it.

After giving her a few minutes to wake up, he gently squeezed the hand she was holding onto. Her eyes went wide as she looked from their hands up to his eyes. “Oh thank god you’re awake,” she rushed out before standing up to try and get closer. “You scared the shit out of everyone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sam so serious which is how I knew it had to be bad.” She was rambling but it made his heart swell and part of him didn’t want her to ever stop.

“As I recall, we made a deal that I would always come home after each mission and you’d be there to greet me with food and promises of a lazy day. I’ve gotta make sure to hold up my end of that deal, doll,” he replied softly. His voice was scratchy from being out the past few days but he’d be damned if he didn’t use it to take advantage of this moment with her.

She moved her hand up to rest on his cheek, gently stroking it with her thumb as he leaned into it. He could feel the shaking that ran through her body and the tears she was fighting so hard to keep back. “I was so worried about you. I thought I’d lost you,” her voice trembled with every word. Gulping down a big breath to steady herself, she mumbled, “I was thinking… well I thought, maybe I should move back in? A different room of course, just that way I was here to take care of you while you get better.” She was rambling again and looked everywhere but at him.

“Y/N….” he loved the idea, he truly did, but he knew he couldn't do that to her. She had been better off without him. He didn’t deserve the love she gave to him already and she’d seem so happy the last time he saw her. He sighed before setting her hand that was resting on his cheek down, before he hesitantly responded, “I can’t ask you to do that. In fact, you should go, really.” It broke his heart to even say the words out loud but he knew it would be best for her.

The tears freely flowed down her face now and she tried to wipe them away, but they fell faster than she could handle. “I shouldn’t have left that day. I should have stayed and talked to you, I know that and I’m so sorry I ran,” she choked on the words.

He lightly squeezed her hand before replying, “It’s ok, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who told you to leave.” He felt his chest squeeze tighter at the words to come out next, “And now I’m telling you to leave again. I promise, I swear to you, that I’ll be ok.”

She pulled her hand out of his and gave a curt nod before turning to leave. She hesitated for a second, looking back at him with a melancholy smile before uttering, “Get better soon, Bucky.” With that, she turned back around and walked out, passing Steve as she went.

Steve gave his best friend a sympathetic look but Bucky refused to meet his eyes. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked.

“Enough to know she’s still in love with you and I know you’re still in love with her, so why did you push her away Buck?” Steve answered, voice full of frustration.

He begrudgingly looked up at Steve before responding, “Because she deserves more than what I can give her. She’s better now.”

What Bucky didn’t realize is that as soon as you were around the hall, you fell back against the wall, slid to the floor and sobbed. You were falling apart without him. It just seemed as if you were better now because he wasn’t around.

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thecrazyapple18 · 6 years

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Beneath Her Station

A winterprincess regency AU

I was so surprised that some of you actually liked the little ficlet I wrote a while back so I'm gonna make it multi-chapter for your beautiful shipping hearts! Sorry it took so long to get this out. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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I'm being watched,

Bucky thought whilst dodging his opponent's fist.

Even in the midst of battle, he could tell that someone was surveying him. Heightened senses were one of the many things war had instilled in him, and he knew from experience that those watching from afar were among the most dangerous.

The opponent lunges forward, raising his right arm with the intent to punch. Bucky quickly anticipates the attack and shifts his body to the left, avoiding the blow easily. Not missing a beat, he grabs the opponent's outstretched arm and immediately strikes his chest, sending him flying backwards onto the ground. Using his newly gained time, Bucky takes a few steps back so he can assess the situation. Uncomfortable with the thought of being watched, he quickly scans the area for the culprit. His eyes dart to the palace, looking up until he reaches a large window sill. Much to his surprise, standing there is a beautiful woman gazing down upon him.

Then suddenly, their eyes meet. Bucky visibly pauses, and for a brief moment, he is captivated by the sight of her. He stands there longer than he should, unconsciously dropping his guard. He tries to study her further, when a punch to the abdomen snaps him back to reality.

He lets out a low grunt as he stumbles back. He tries to regain his footing as sharp pain shoots from the recent wound on his right side, now reopened. He winces, but immediately turns his expression cold-blooded in order to glare down his opponent.

Time to end this...

And with the swing of his left arm, it was over with his opponent on the ground unconscious. After taking in the scene, the guard officials exchange thoughtful glances before nodding and walking away. Bucky exhales, his tense muscles relaxing as he straightens his posture. After a few moments, he tentatively raises his left hand and slowly readjusts his glove. He regards it closely, his expression unreadable as he clenches and unclenches his fist.

"Buck!" a voice called from behind, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Bucky looked over to see his childhood friend Steve Rogers walking towards him with a huge grin plastered on his face. Steve closes the distance and without warning whips his arm around Bucky's neck, knocking him off balance.

"Done with your match, I see..." Steve looks down at the the motionless man "... aaand of course he is not conscious. You might not know this, but restraint does exist." Steve says sarcastically.

Bucky cranes his neck to give Steve an exasperated look before shrugging him off. "I did'nt intend to-" Bucky trails off.

His brow starts to furrow. He certainly was not planning on using that here, so why? Why had he suddenly become so irritated?

The woman-

Bucky remembered, eyes widening slightly. In an instant, he directs his attention back towards the window, just in time to see the woman turn to leave. His eyes fixed on her as she disappears from sight. For reasons unknown to him, he continues to stare though he knows the woman is long gone. It wasn't until moments after that he realized Steve had been speaking to him.

"-so we should be prepared. Right, Bucky?" Steve asks, looking at Bucky expectantly.

"Right..." Bucky responds in an unconvincing tone, still looking at the empty window.

"You haven't listened to a word I said, have you?" Steve asks, a hint of annoyance in voice.

Bucky blinks, feeling as though he has just gotten out of a daze. He looks to Steve and brings his attention back to the conversation. "What?"

Steve sighs, “I said that today’s training will determine where we will be stationed throughout the palace. Our positions will be decided within two days, so we must be prepared......and not distracted.” Steve says pointedly.

Bucky rolls his eyes before giving a hollow laugh, “Nothing is going to distract me.” Bucky declares, looking into the distance with a determined expression.

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Okay, ” he responds, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever you say."

A brief moment of silence passes between them until Steve notices the blood that had seeped through Bucky's tunic. "You should go to the infirmary before that gets worse."

Bucky glances down at the bloodied spot, and the pain he hadn't noticed moments ago comes back in full force. What is wrong with me today? He places a hand over the wound, then looks back at Steve. "Right," Bucky agrees, and with a final nod, he was off.

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Shuri follows quietly behind Nakia as they make their way towards the throne room, becoming more thoughtful with each step.

That man...I wonder if he is all right...

Shuri thinks as worry begins to show on her face. She shakes her head gently as if to drive her concern away.

Why do I care at all? I have no reason to. Shuri argued mentally, nodding slightly to agree with her point.

He is a soldier! A hit like that is nothing......

...probably....

......hopefully....

Her concern returns in a flash, leading her to unconsciously slow down her already sluggish pace. Nakia, noticing the increasing distance between them, decides to break the silence.

"We are going to see your brother, Shuri, not attending a funeral procession," Nakia says jokingly. "Why so far away? I feel as if I have just scolded you for being a bad child."

Shuri chuckles, then hurries to link her arm with Nakia's. "You sound as if you know the feeling well. Your poor, poor mother." Shuri says in mock sadness, frowning to make her act more convincing.

Nakia's jaw drops, a mixture of shock and amusement plain on her face. "I know you of all people have no room to talk with all the pranks that you pull on T'challa. I am the one who feels sorry for Queen mother."

Shuri laughs, "It is not my fault brother never learns. He walks into them too easily." Shuri says with a giggle.

"Now that is what bad children say, " Nakia retorts.

Nakia and Shuri continue their lighthearted banter until they reach large double doors with two female guards armed with silver spears stationed on each side. Upon seeing the princess, they bow their heads and raise their arms to form an X. The general, who was standing off to the side, walks over to greet them.

"My princess, Nakia," general Okoye says respectfully. "It is good to see you both, especially you princess. I take it you were dragged here by force?" Okoye questions, her lips turning into a smile.

"I might have forced her to join the living....and clean herself." Nakia admits, nudging Shuri.

Shuri rolls her eyes but still smiles despite herself, "Are you two done? I heard brother needs to speak with me."

"Yes, the king awaits inside." Okoye nods to the two guards, who immediately turn and open the doors. Shuri and Nakia walk into an expansive room outlined with numerous windows and columns. Sunlight pours in from all directions illuminating the gold accented walls and decor. Despite the lonely look of a single throne in a large space, Shuri always felt a sense of warmth whenever she entered, a warmth that very much reminded her of her older brother. A man who, at the moment, is seen steadily pacing at the edge of the room, looking lost in thought.

"Brother?" Shuri calls out, noticing his strange behavior. "You wanted to see me?

"Shuri!" T'challa beams, quickly making his way over with his arms outstretched. "How is my younger sister doing?" He says as he picks Shuri up and spins her around. She giggles excitedly before being placed back on the ground.

"My king," Shuri proclaims dramatically, bowing deeply.

"Stop it." T'challa says, extremely amused.

They clap their right hands together then form an X with their arms over their chests. "What is with you? You act as if you haven't seen me in months," Shuri comments, recalling his overly ecstatic greeting earlier.

"Because, I hardly ever see you with the way you keep yourself to that lab of yours"

"You too," Shuri groans, "Why does everyone keep telling me this?!"

"Maybe because it is true, genius," T'challa remarks teasingly, pinching Shuri's cheek. Feeling mildly offended, she lightly swats his hand away and looks to the other side of the room, crossing her arms. T'challa chuckles at the sight of Shuri's pouting face. "You know I am joking, Shuri. We would truly be lost without your scientific advancements."

Shuri's face lights up at the praise. "Thank you. I happen to do a great deal of work around here."

"Yes, you do. But it wouldn't hurt to rest every now and then either," T'challa says in a caring manner. He affectionately pokes Shuri on the nose causing Nakia's words to flood back into her mind. He is worried about you, you know. A wave of remorse hits her and she looks down, unable to respond. T'challa looks over to Nakia and his expression turns even softer than before. He walks passed Shuri and places a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"My queen..." T'challa says, his tone low and sensual as he grabs her waist and pulls her against his chest.

"My king..." Nakia answers, reluctant smile spreading across her face. They gaze intently at one another, momentarily forgetting Shuri in the room.

"Are you serious?" Shuri asks incredulously, "I am right here!"

"Oh, um..yes. Uh, my apologies." T'challa stammers. He clears his throat and abruptly releases his hold on Nakia. He then directs his attention toward Shuri, expression turning serious. "There are important things you need to know. Things regarding your safety."

"What is it, brother?" Shuri asks nervously.

"Due to the recent attacks, the palace has been on high alert. And even though we are well protected, I must know that you are safeguarded."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Once everything is decided, you will receive a personal guard who will be assigned to protect you at all times."

Chapter 3

#winterprincess #royalwolf #buckri #beneath her station #fanfic #mine #bucky x shuri

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