imtryingbuck

[imtryingbuck]

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Morning without kisses.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[imtryingbuck]

Thank you! Bucky needs his fuel and was absolutely devastated when he didn’t receive it or that she didn’t even notice, poor baby

Thank you for reblogging🤍

Morning without kisses.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[imtryingbuck]

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A promise is a promise.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Sihtric x fem!Reader

Summary: Sihtric always promised that he would come home to you after a battle, can he keep to his promise?

Word count: 1,557

Warnings: mentions of blood (not detailed). slight angst. a bit of fluff.

Masterlist

“Sihtric!” Your voice had his head shooting up and frantically looking around the blood soaked field, his feet slipping on blood as he tried to find you, the bodies of those who he had been fighting with tripping him over, he landed on the ground with a hard thud.

“Sihtric!” With shaky arms he rose up and frowned. He was a field but not the one he had just been on - the blood, bodies and the cries of the injured were no longer there. “Sihtric.”

“W-where are you?” He asked with a stutter, he sat on his knees as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“You need to find me.” Your giggles hit his ears.

He stood up and looked around, a smile tugging at his lips when he realised that he was on the field just behind his home he shared with you - he would spend hours searching for the perfect wildflowers to pluck then tying them up in a neat bow before walking with a skip in his step back home, his heart beating faster when your face would light up with a large smile as you accepted his gift. “My love, where are you?”

“You have to find me!”

Hearing your soft giggle again he turned his head to the right - his smile growing as he sees the tree where the two of you shared your first kiss, the same place where had taken your virginity, the same place where he had asked you to be his wife, and the same place where you two got married. “I can’t find you.” He chuckles as he slowly approaches from behind.

“You have-” You cut yourself off with a scream as two strong arms wrap around your waist. “You scared me!”

“Sorry my love.” He chuckles as he presses a kiss to the back of your head before turning you around in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I come here everyday waiting for you to return.” Your bright eyes stare up at him as his own never left your face as if he was mesmerised. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Just as he went to speak the air went freezing cold - he frowned as you who always complains of being cold didn’t seem to bat an eye at the change of temperature. You look up at the sky and he follows your action, his frown deepens when it starts raining yet there were no dark clouds, he was the only one that was getting drenched as you stood there in his arms dry and warm. “W-what is happening?”

“You shouldn’t be here, Sihtric.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay.” His eyes close as your warm hand touches his cheek. When he opens them again the two of you are no longer standing in front of the tree where you carved your initials into the bark, but you're both standing inside of the home you built together.

“W-what? Love, what is happening?”

He stands there in front of the hearth that wasn’t lit like it always was and watches you walk into the bedroom. “You shouldn’t be here, Sihtric.” You repeat.

“Love?” He follows behind you into the room that looked exactly the same as it did the day he left for battle. His mismatched eyes stay on you as you move to the left side of the room and that’s when he sees a cradle. “I- what?”

“I never get the chance to tell you that our prayers get answered.” You look up at him with a sad smile and wave him over. As he takes slow steps towards you he hears a distressed cry coming from inside of the homemade cradle. Inside was a babe, tiny and restless, with no face they cried. “The babe doesn’t settle.”

“Why?”

“Because their father isn’t here.”

“B-but I am, I’m here, I wouldn’t leave you both!” He panics, gently grabbing your arm, he searches your face for any sign that you believe him. “The babe…”

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“T-they have no face.”

You giggle, and shake your head. “They do. You just can’t see it because you never meet them.”

“I- I don’t- Y/n please tell me what is going on!” Taking his hands in yours the scene changes once again, he winces as the sun blinds him, you're both standing in front of the tree again but this time there’s stones placed there, the faceless babe is now a young boy is also there running around giggling as a dog chases him. “What is this?”

“We come here everyday.” You smile as you place a small bouquet of wildflowers on the stones. “Every week our child, the same one we prayed for, helps me find the best flowers to place here.”

“Y/n, love, I don’t understand.”

“You promised to come back to me. You lied.”

He shakes his head as a small choked sob leaves his lips. “No, no, I-I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“But you did.” Turning to face him smiling as the child runs past you both. “Your body was on a cart, Finan stayed by your side the whole time and refused to leave you. Uhtred is the one that tells me you died. Osferth is the one that grabs me when I fall.”

“No- no this is wrong! I always come home to you!” His eyes frantically look around, tears blurring his vision as everything around him starts disappearing.

The air gets cold and it starts raining again.

“Sihtric, look at me.”

“I don’t want to leave you!” His hands shakily grab at your arm and face. “I don’t want- I need to come back! I can’t- I don’t- please.”

Your warm hands rest against his freezing cold cheeks, a small smile on your lips as you stand up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. “None of this is real. The rain? It’s Finans tears. The coldness is your body giving up. It’s not real, at least not yet.”

“What do I do?”

“You need to wake up.”

“W-what?”

Smiling softly, you press a kiss to his forehead. “Wake up Sihtric.”

Finan gasped in relief as Sihtric’s eyes opened suddenly, wiping the tears from his cheeks as his best friend - his brother took in a deep stuttering breath. “I thought you were dead!”

“N-not yet.”

“Don’t do that again!” Uthred’s worried voice came from the right side of him.

“Sorry Lord.” Closing his eyes as the pain intensified, he saw you standing by the tree waiting for him, a soft smile on your lips as your hand rested on your stomach. “I need to go home.”

“We’ll get you home.”

“Aye but I’m not the one telling your wife that you nearly died.”

“Why?” Osferth chuckled.

“Because she’ll hit me.” The Irishman grumbles. “She’s mean to me sometimes.”

Despite being in pain Sihtric laughed along with the others, he knew his wife wasn’t mean - well unless she was hungry. All he wanted now that the battle was over and they had won was go home and be wrapped up in the safety of his wife’s arms.

It took three weeks for them to arrive back home due to them having to wait for Sihtric to heal enough for him to travel.

There you was, beautiful as the day he laid eyes on you, standing beside Gisela with a worried look on your face when you see him being held up by Finan and Osferth. “W-what happened?”

“Nothing my love.” The whole time he couldn’t take his eyes off of your stomach, not even as his brothers walked him home so you could take care of him. He doesn’t realise that Finan and Osferth have left you two alone until you get his attention, placing his hand on your stomach he whispers. “I came back.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“You're with child. I know.”

“H-how-“

“I saw you and the babe, a boy, you told me to wake up.” Pulling you closer to him he wraps his arms around you. “You saved me.”

Sihtric stands in the doorway watching as you stand by the cradle that he had made shortly after he was fully healed, a soft cry comes from within. “He knows his father is here.”

Chucking softly he makes his way over, placing a hand on your back as he looks at his son. “He has your eyes.”

“And your nose.” You giggled.

“You said he was beautiful, and you were right.”

You lean over and press a kiss to your son's head and start to get ready for bed whilst your husband still watches over the two month old. “Are you coming to bed?”

“I will soon, my love.” He always had you as a reason to come back home from each battle no matter how bad they were, but now he had you and your son waiting for him. That night he made a promise to his son that he would always be there, and he was never going to break that promise. “I love you little one.”

“Sihtric.” A grin on his lips as your tired voice called for him from the bed the two of you shared together, he glanced over to you seeing you lazily patting his side of the bed.

“I’m here, my love.”

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[imtryingbuck]

They are!

Thank you for reblogging🤍

Morning without kisses.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[imtryingbuck]

A promise is a promise.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Sihtric x fem!Reader

Summary: Sihtric always promised that he would come home to you after a battle, can he keep to his promise?

Word count: 1,557

Warnings: mentions of blood (not detailed). slight angst. a bit of fluff.

Masterlist

“Sihtric!” Your voice had his head shooting up and frantically looking around the blood soaked field, his feet slipping on blood as he tried to find you, the bodies of those who he had been fighting with tripping him over, he landed on the ground with a hard thud.

“Sihtric!” With shaky arms he rose up and frowned. He was a field but not the one he had just been on - the blood, bodies and the cries of the injured were no longer there. “Sihtric.”

“W-where are you?” He asked with a stutter, he sat on his knees as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“You need to find me.” Your giggles hit his ears.

He stood up and looked around, a smile tugging at his lips when he realised that he was on the field just behind his home he shared with you - he would spend hours searching for the perfect wildflowers to pluck then tying them up in a neat bow before walking with a skip in his step back home, his heart beating faster when your face would light up with a large smile as you accepted his gift. “My love, where are you?”

“You have to find me!”

Hearing your soft giggle again he turned his head to the right - his smile growing as he sees the tree where the two of you shared your first kiss, the same place where had taken your virginity, the same place where he had asked you to be his wife, and the same place where you two got married. “I can’t find you.” He chuckles as he slowly approaches from behind.

“You have-” You cut yourself off with a scream as two strong arms wrap around your waist. “You scared me!”

“Sorry my love.” He chuckles as he presses a kiss to the back of your head before turning you around in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I come here everyday waiting for you to return.” Your bright eyes stare up at him as his own never left your face as if he was mesmerised. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Just as he went to speak the air went freezing cold - he frowned as you who always complains of being cold didn’t seem to bat an eye at the change of temperature. You look up at the sky and he follows your action, his frown deepens when it starts raining yet there were no dark clouds, he was the only one that was getting drenched as you stood there in his arms dry and warm. “W-what is happening?”

“You shouldn’t be here, Sihtric.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay.” His eyes close as your warm hand touches his cheek. When he opens them again the two of you are no longer standing in front of the tree where you carved your initials into the bark, but you're both standing inside of the home you built together.

“W-what? Love, what is happening?”

He stands there in front of the hearth that wasn’t lit like it always was and watches you walk into the bedroom. “You shouldn’t be here, Sihtric.” You repeat.

“Love?” He follows behind you into the room that looked exactly the same as it did the day he left for battle. His mismatched eyes stay on you as you move to the left side of the room and that’s when he sees a cradle. “I- what?”

“I never get the chance to tell you that our prayers get answered.” You look up at him with a sad smile and wave him over. As he takes slow steps towards you he hears a distressed cry coming from inside of the homemade cradle. Inside was a babe, tiny and restless, with no face they cried. “The babe doesn’t settle.”

“Why?”

“Because their father isn’t here.”

“B-but I am, I’m here, I wouldn’t leave you both!” He panics, gently grabbing your arm, he searches your face for any sign that you believe him. “The babe…”

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“T-they have no face.”

You giggle, and shake your head. “They do. You just can’t see it because you never meet them.”

“I- I don’t- Y/n please tell me what is going on!” Taking his hands in yours the scene changes once again, he winces as the sun blinds him, you're both standing in front of the tree again but this time there’s stones placed there, the faceless babe is now a young boy is also there running around giggling as a dog chases him. “What is this?”

“We come here everyday.” You smile as you place a small bouquet of wildflowers on the stones. “Every week our child, the same one we prayed for, helps me find the best flowers to place here.”

“Y/n, love, I don’t understand.”

“You promised to come back to me. You lied.”

He shakes his head as a small choked sob leaves his lips. “No, no, I-I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“But you did.” Turning to face him smiling as the child runs past you both. “Your body was on a cart, Finan stayed by your side the whole time and refused to leave you. Uhtred is the one that tells me you died. Osferth is the one that grabs me when I fall.”

“No- no this is wrong! I always come home to you!” His eyes frantically look around, tears blurring his vision as everything around him starts disappearing.

The air gets cold and it starts raining again.

“Sihtric, look at me.”

“I don’t want to leave you!” His hands shakily grab at your arm and face. “I don’t want- I need to come back! I can’t- I don’t- please.”

Your warm hands rest against his freezing cold cheeks, a small smile on your lips as you stand up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. “None of this is real. The rain? It’s Finans tears. The coldness is your body giving up. It’s not real, at least not yet.”

“What do I do?”

“You need to wake up.”

“W-what?”

Smiling softly, you press a kiss to his forehead. “Wake up Sihtric.”

Finan gasped in relief as Sihtric’s eyes opened suddenly, wiping the tears from his cheeks as his best friend - his brother took in a deep stuttering breath. “I thought you were dead!”

“N-not yet.”

“Don’t do that again!” Uthred’s worried voice came from the right side of him.

“Sorry Lord.” Closing his eyes as the pain intensified, he saw you standing by the tree waiting for him, a soft smile on your lips as your hand rested on your stomach. “I need to go home.”

“We’ll get you home.”

“Aye but I’m not the one telling your wife that you nearly died.”

“Why?” Osferth chuckled.

“Because she’ll hit me.” The Irishman grumbles. “She’s mean to me sometimes.”

Despite being in pain Sihtric laughed along with the others, he knew his wife wasn’t mean - well unless she was hungry. All he wanted now that the battle was over and they had won was go home and be wrapped up in the safety of his wife’s arms.

It took three weeks for them to arrive back home due to them having to wait for Sihtric to heal enough for him to travel.

There you was, beautiful as the day he laid eyes on you, standing beside Gisela with a worried look on your face when you see him being held up by Finan and Osferth. “W-what happened?”

“Nothing my love.” The whole time he couldn’t take his eyes off of your stomach, not even as his brothers walked him home so you could take care of him. He doesn’t realise that Finan and Osferth have left you two alone until you get his attention, placing his hand on your stomach he whispers. “I came back.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“You're with child. I know.”

“H-how-“

“I saw you and the babe, a boy, you told me to wake up.” Pulling you closer to him he wraps his arms around you. “You saved me.”

Sihtric stands in the doorway watching as you stand by the cradle that he had made shortly after he was fully healed, a soft cry comes from within. “He knows his father is here.”

Chucking softly he makes his way over, placing a hand on your back as he looks at his son. “He has your eyes.”

“And your nose.” You giggled.

“You said he was beautiful, and you were right.”

You lean over and press a kiss to your son's head and start to get ready for bed whilst your husband still watches over the two month old. “Are you coming to bed?”

“I will soon, my love.” He always had you as a reason to come back home from each battle no matter how bad they were, but now he had you and your son waiting for him. That night he made a promise to his son that he would always be there, and he was never going to break that promise. “I love you little one.”

“Sihtric.” A grin on his lips as your tired voice called for him from the bed the two of you shared together, he glanced over to you seeing you lazily patting his side of the bed.

“I’m here, my love.”

Tags: @cheesesandwichsanto

[imtryingbuck]

Thank you

Thank you for reblogging🤍

Morning without kisses.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

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[imtryingbuck]

I’m so sorry for your loss❤️❤️

Thank you for reblogging🤍

Morning without kisses.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

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He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

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He’s so sassy but we love him

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Morning without kisses.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

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He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what���s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

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Morning without kisses.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

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[imtryingbuck]

Morning without kisses.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky isn’t happy

Word count: 494

Warnings: fluff. Bucky being a baby.

Masterlist

He wasn’t happy.

Nope. Not happy at all.

And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem to even notice.

He was doing everything to show you how unhappy he was, from putting his hands on his hips, to huffing and puffing dramatically and even doing his best pout but yet you didn’t even notice.

Honestly? It broke his heart.

“Bucky? Are you ready yet?” You called out, the thought of being late and having an angry Nat on at you all day was not on the to-do list.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.”

“No.”

“No?” Rolling your eyes at him - although he couldn’t see you - you went back upstairs and into your shared bedroom. “We’ve gotta go Buck.”

“No.”

“Steve will be there.” You tried.

“Not a child.”

“Well stop acting like one then.” Grabbing his backpack off the bed you went back over to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then otherwise Nat’s going to be mad and I can’t be doing with that.”

You smile softly at him as he finally comes over to you, taking his backpack he frowns as he walks down the stairs behind you.

“What’s wrong with him?” Wanda asks eyeing a sulking Bucky as he sits with Steve and Sam.

“I don’t know, been like it all morning.” Watching him twist his bottle in between his hands, ignoring the conversation between his two best friends. “He sat in the back.”

“What?”

“On the way over here he sat in the back.” You shrugged. “I asked but all he did was pout at me.”

“Never thought I’d hear about a super soldier pouting.” Wanda laughs. “You should talk to him.”

Nodding and making your way over to Bucky, he gives you the most adorable pout ever before taking your hand in his and following behind you like a lost puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes there is.” Wrapping your arms around his waist you look up at him. “So, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He mumbles something so quietly that you don’t catch it, asking him to repeat he sighs dramatically. “You didn’t give me my morning kiss.”

“Huh?”

“Your lips did not touch mine this morning.” He says slowly, sassy pants even points to your lips to his own.

“I did.”

“Didn’t.”

“I… I didn’t, oh Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“‘M not happy.”

“I know, I can give it you now? I know it’s a little late.”

He actually pretends to think of his answer before grinning. “I would like my good morning kiss now." Bucky sighs in happiness the second your lips touched his, wrapping his arm around your waist he brings you even closer to him.

Resting his forehead against yours his smile widens. “Are you happy now?”

“Indeed I am.”

He pecks your lips in a quick kiss, leaving you to laugh behind him as he practically skips back over to Steve and Sam.

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[imtryingbuck]

I Promise To Love You Forever.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: reader broke up with her ex, Steve’s there to support the woman he’s been in love with since he met her.

Word count: 1,133

Warnings: angst. fluff. abusive ex. Steve being the softest person ever. also this has been in my drafts for so long now.

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Steve hated seeing her force a smile at what Tony was talking about, her real smile was beautiful and could light up the darkest of days he was sure of it. Y/n had been working at the Tower for three years now in medical bay alongside Dr Cho, whenever Steve found himself in med bay he would only want to be seen by her, one time he had to get help from Cho since Y/n wasn’t there that day he tried to walk off saying that it didn’t matter, that he was okay until Bucky had to remind him that he had a broken arm.

The team loves her just as much as he does, Nat and Wanda befriending her as soon as they were all introduced together, she was the only one that Sam would share his food with, Tony loved stealing her away from Helen to show her all the things he was working on, Bruce always smiled and wave at her when he would walk past, even Bucky had took a liking to her - she was actually the first and only person who he felt comfortable showing his scars to.

But Steve, Steve loved her and everyone around him knew it. Everyone but her. He told Bucky one morning whilst on their run that the love he had for Y/n was nothing like the one he used to have for Peggy. That made the brunette stop dead in his tracks. Steve always had to sit next to her at ‘family’ dinners, whenever he walked in to med bay his eyes would dart around just to find her and when he couldn’t his heart would ache. Nat had begged him to go and ask Y/n to join their weekly movie night, he wished he never did as it was the night he learned the truth.

“Hey Y/n/n”

“Oh hey Steve, are you okay?”

“Didn’t mean to scare you”

“You didn’t ah, so… are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah no I’m fine I was just wondering if you wanted to come to movie night with me, the team will be there too”

“Is it tonight? I really wish I could but I have date night with my boyfriend. Sorry Stevo”

Boyfriend. Of course she has a boyfriend. Stupid boyfriend taking his girl away. Stupid stupid god damn boyfriend.

From that day on Steve took a step back and watched her from afar, it was safer that way for him and for her. But he didn’t realise that by taking a step back it would hurt her, she didn’t know what she did wrong to make him distance himself from her.

Steve couldn’t understand why he smile was now always forced he sat there watching Tony talking enthusiastically about god knows what, he was to focused on watching Y/n’s lips fall in to a straight line as soon as Tony looked away before curving up when his attention was back on her. His brows nearly touched when he saw Sam touch her arm and she flinched. She had never flinched before. Never.

Watching from his place on the couch seeing her look down at her phone and sigh, standing up she walked out of the room going to the down the corridor. He did the only reasonable thing he could think of, and followed her.

“Yeah no I understand. No honestly it’s okay, I shouldn’t have asked. Stop saying sorry it’s okay I promise. In a hotel for now but it’s fine okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you too bye.”

He frowned at her words, confused to why she would be staying at a hotel when she had a cute little apartment twenty minutes away from the tower, he should know because it was him and the team who helped her move in and set up the furniture.

His thoughts went from what was going on with her apartment the second he heard he sniffle, going into the medical room she was in.

“Y/n, hey sweetheart what’s wr-what’s that on your arm?”

“N-nothing” sliding her arm back into her jacket sleeve, looking shyly at him. “Are you okay?”

“That’s a bruise… Y/n what happened?”

“Nothing Steve it’s fi-“

“No it isn’t fine. Who’s hurt you?”

“I-it doesn’t matter”

“It does. Was it him? It was wasn’t it” he knew he had hit it on the nail on the head when she flinched and tried to make herself smaller. “Sweetheart, what happened? Please tell me”

“H-he hurt me, an-and he made me do things when I was tired. B-but it’s okay now because I’ve left him”

“What do you mean made you do things?”

“Sex…”

He was pretty sure he just heard his tooth crack. “Y/n, sweetheart-“

“It’s alright-“

“No it’s not. Why are you staying in a hotel?”

“Y-you heard that?” She winces as he nods “I left the apartment and I’ve been staying in the cheapest hotel I could find, I asked my friend but she’s just had a baby so… yeah”

“Sweets it’s your apartment… why haven’t you come here? You know there’s plenty of room”

“Because he wanted it so I just left and I’m just embarrassed”

Steve held her tightly in his arms as she cried, telling him everything that her ex had put her through in the two years she had been dating him. She clung on to him as if he was her lifeline and honestly if she wanted him to be he would happily be that for her.

Carrying her to the spare bedroom that was next to his after she cried herself to sleep in his arms, the team saw and all frowned but made no comment. Ever so gently he moved her hair away from her face bending down he pressed his lips to her forehead.

Six months later Steve was sat leaning up against the tree that was near the lake laughing at what Y/n was talking about. In those months the team found out what had happened and each one were angry with themselves for letting her down, they - minus Steve - went to the apartment and removed all of her things and may or may not have punched her ex on their way out.

Steve watched as her smile lit up her entire face and god how he love it.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

“I love you”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sor-“

“I love you too”

He chuckled as she screamed when he tackled her “ca-can I kiss you?” She doesn’t respond verbally but by pressing her lips to his, they both sighed in content finally feeling their lips touch. How they both wanted this moment to happen and last for a life time.

“I promise Y/n that I’ll love you forever. I swear”

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His Flower.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have known each other since they were babies, they love each other but don’t say anything until Bucky goes to war.

Word count: 11,963

Warnings: angst. fluff. mentions of cheating (not Bucky) mentions of domestic abuse. Swearing. Steve never visits Peggy when she’s old. Bucky knew about Steve getting the serum. Pregnancy. Sad Bucky (that’s a warning in itself) Bucky was accused of the bombing in Vienna in 2015 in this. Blip happens but none of the avengers get blipped nor do any of them die. There’s a lot…so if I’ve missed anything please let me know

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May 21st 1922

“Y/n stop running!”

“No”

“Why?”

“You have the lurgy”

Winnie and Y/m/n was standing in the shared courtyard laughing at the two five year olds as James ran after Y/n, the latter running as fast as her little legs could move.

The two women became friends rather quickly after Y/n, her mom and dad moved in next door just when Y/n was a year old. Baby James and Y/n spent everyday since they were introduced to each other, together.

“Those two…” Winnie laughed with a shake of her head as James finally grabs ahold of Y/n, her screams of laughter makes both mothers laugh along.

That was until the screams of laughter turns in to screams of pain.

James tripped over a loose concrete slab, in turn knocking into Y/n causing her to fall face first on the ground. Smacking her face and cracking her tooth.

“I-I-I’m sor-sorry Y/n I’m sorry” James cried backing up as their mothers came rushing over. His tiny hands shook as tears streamed down his puffy cheeks, he could see the blood flowing from her lips when her mom picked her up.

“Mo-momma it wa-was acciden-t I promise”

“I know sweetie, it’s okay” Winnie said after she helped her friend. Seeing her son shaking and crying as he backs up to the wall furthest away from them broke her heart, she and Y/m/n knew it was an accident and they both knew that James would never hurt his friend.

“I-it was accident” he hiccuped.

“Wan’ Jamie, mama wan’ Jamie”

Hearing her teary voice he pushed himself off the wall and ran around his ma going straight to Y/n. “I got you” whispering in to her hair as he wraps his arms around her.

December 24th 1922

As the fire crackled next to James and Y/n as they played with his toy trains and cars Y/n’s parents argued in the kitchen, from what Y/n could tell from this latest argument was that her dad had been fucking another woman. Again.

“Jamie what fucking mean?”

“I don’t know. I think it makes you cry”

“Mama always cries when dada fucking other women”

James shrugs, honestly feeling a little bit scared because of the raised voices and things being slammed down on the counters though he was just five years old he was trying to be brave in front of his friend.

The voices got louder as Y/n’s mom was pushing her dad into the hallway, screaming at him that this was the last time and for him to never come back. A photo frame that hung up on the wall falls and smashes loudly on the floor causing James to flinch, Y/n notices and takes his hand in hers smiling - she’s grown accustomed to the bangs, screaming matches and things being broken that it doesn’t bother her anymore.

James flinched once again when the front door opens and slams shut with a deafening bang. His scared wide eyes looked at Y/n’s, she gets up and moves to sit next to him as her mom screams once more and stomps up the stairs no doubt to chuck all of her fathers clothes out of the window.

“I got you”

She promised as she wraps her small arms around his body.

March 10th 1923

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE”

Y/n screamed as she ran over to him, she was so excited for his birthday she had made him a card and got him a new wooden train.

“Ahhh who are you little monster?” He screamed when she jumped on his back.

“‘M not a monster”

“You are”

“Not”

“Are”

“Kids stop arguing, you’re both monsters” Winnie laughed hugging Y/m/n.

“It’s my birthday Flower”

“No it’s my birthday”

“No it isn’t”

Both moms roll their eyes as the kids continue to argue, heading into the kitchen leaving both of them to stand in the hallway arguing.

Y/m/n was sipping the coffee that Winnie had made her, Winnie expressed how happy she was for her friend for not taking back her husband, though finding it sad that he hadn’t been around to see Y/n. Luckily George stepped up and had even brought the five year old a present for Christmas.

“Mama where is present?” Y/n asked running up to her mom.

“Here sweetie and here’s the card you made” handing over the present and card, Y/n smiled and thanked her.

“Here you go Jamie. I made the card all by myself!”

“Thank you Flower” opening the card he smiles at her messy handwriting and the drawing of him and her that she drew. James gave her a kiss on her cheek before handing the card over to Winnie, then he opened the brown paper wrapping. “Flower…”

“It’s a train Jamie”

“I-thank you so much!” James had his other one stolen from Jimmy who lived across the street, mean kid who loved to bully younger kids.

“It’s okay. Do you like it?”

“I love it Flower”

June 2nd 1930

James and Y/n were walking down the street talking about how school went when James grabbed her hand causing her to pull it away and blush, giggling when he tried to grab her again.

“Flower stop, listen do you hear that?”

“No-wait now I do, what is it? Do you think it’s an animal? Can we keep it?”

“Yeah because animals can speak” he rolls his eyes, moving towards the entrance of the alleyway where the noise was coming from he turned to Y/n “stay here-“

“No I’m coming with you!”

“No you’re not. Just stay here”

Nodding in defeat Y/n watched him walk down the alleyway, a few minutes later she sees Jimmy and his goons running out and down the street. Running in the direction that James went she came to a halt when she saw him picking up a guy who was a lot smaller than him.

“Jamie who’s that?”

“Flower I told you stay where I told you to”

“Who is that?”

“M-my names Steve” the blonde said fixing his shirt.

“Hello Steve my names Y/n and this is James” moving closer to them she held her hand out to the blonde, turning to James “can we keep him?”

“Y/n he’s not an animal”

“But can we? We can be best friends forever and ever and ever and-“

“I’m sorry about her, she gets a bit excited sometimes” James said to Steve both watching Y/n go bright red as she continued to say ‘and ever’. “Flower breath”

“And ever and ever, please Jamie can we keep him I’ll be good forever and ever and ever-“

“Do you want to be our friend? Please say yes just to shut this one up”

Steve looked at both of them debating whether or not this was a prank, he’d gotten so use to being alone that the prospect of having two new friends scared him. But he could see the hopeful look in Y/n’s and James’s eyes, maybe just maybe this wasn’t a prank and maybe they genuinely want to be his friend.

“So…” Y/n asked getting impatient.

“O-ok, yes I’ll be your friend”

“Amazing! Come on we’re going to Mollys to get a burger-“

“And a milkshake! Have you ever been to Mollys? They make the best milkshake ever don’t they Jamie, they do so Stevie I swear”

“I apologise for her” James started.

Steve just smiled and shook his head “it’s okay bu-but I don’t have any money so I can’t come with you”

“Don’t worry about it Stevie I’ll pay for you. My father’s dead so we got money” Steve’s eyes went wide at how nonchalantly Y/n said that her father was dead.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t be I didn’t like him, so what milkshake do you want? They have vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. My favourite is strawberry and chocolate and Jamies is chocolate”

“Oh I-I’ve never had-“

James rolled his eyes as he knew what was coming. Steve looked at him wondering what he had said wrong when Y/n loudly gasped and threw herself on the ground.

“Flower-“

“He. Has. Never. Had. Milkshake. Before. Jamie”

“I know-“

“I-how, how does this even happen?”

“You going to get off the floor?”

“I can’t”

James leans over to take her hand in his and helped her stand. “Next time don’t throw yourself on the ground, your ma will get mad at you for ruining your skirt again”

“Come on Steve I’m going to blow your mind with the best milkshake in the world” ignoring James’s words she grabbed Steve’s hand and started to drag him to Mollys.

“Flower stop dragging him and be careful!”

To be truthful Steve didn’t honestly mind that she was dragging him along the pavement, he was quite excited about trying something new.

“Sooo whatcha think?” Y/n asked as soon as the glass was put in front of him.

“Flower he hasn’t even tried it yet” James laughed though he did have to admit that he was also wondering what his new friend was going to think of the drink.

Taking the straw in his mouth he took slow sips, liking the way it tasted straight away. “It’s good, I like it”

“Yes!” Y/n screamed causing some of the customers to look at her, not like she cared.

Luanne came over to serve them, she was an older lady who had grown use to the antics that James and Y/n liked to cause. As soon as she saw the two coming down the street she always had their milkshakes at the ready, knowing that on Monday, Tuesday and Friday Y/n had strawberry and the other days chocolate.

“Your usual darlings?”

“Yes please, Stevie what do you want?”

“I-I don’t have mo-“

“It’s on me I told you. We get burger and fries and they are the best”

“I-are you sure?”

“The best ever I promise”

“N-no about buying me food…you’ve already brought me a drink”

“Don’t be silly, do you want the same at us?”

“Okay, thank you”

Luanne smiled and walked away back to behind the counter. Steve watched as James or Bucky as he told him to call him, put his arm around Y/n’s shoulder and point at someone walking down the street. He couldn’t help but smile when Y/n laughed at whatever Bucky had said.

The food had come and true to her word it was amazing, Luanne came back over to hand them new drinks winking at Y/n who winked back, he found out that the second milkshakes were free. For the first time in Steve’s life he laughed and smiled genuinely, he had no idea that being beat up in some dingy alleyway would lead him to be making two new friends who actually seemed like they cared about him already.

Steve knew he had made two friends for life.

14th February 1931

“Hey Stevie” Y/n sang as she skipped up to him.

“Hey Y/n/n you still doing that?” Referring to her skipping, it was a new phase she was going through. Every where she went she skipped.

“Of course” she giggled.

“Where’s Bucky?”

“With his girlfriend” she grumbled. Poor James thought his best friend liked his girlfriend but Steve observant as always knew that this was indeed not the case.

“Yo-you still don’t like her I guess?”

“No. Are you okay? Is your eczema play-“

“Asthma, Y/n I have asthma”

“Oh yeah ah, is it playing up today?” Receiving a nod she nods too. “How about we walk super slow so you can catch your breath”

“I-I need to g-get back to home, n-need to help ma cle-clean up”

“That’s okay I’ll help you and your mom I don’t mind”

“A-ar-are you sure?”

“Of course, plus I’ve missed your mom”

Arriving at the Rogers’s residence Sarah greeted Y/n with a tight hug and a kiss to her cheek happy to see the young girl again. Ten minutes into cleaning Y/n told Steve to sit down as his asthma was getting worse, Sarah tried to help out but Y/n just shook her head and told her that it was fine.

She truly didn’t mind helping in cleaning up, she had grown use to having to do it at home since her mom was always working and her step father was too lazy and drunk most of the time to do it.

A year after kicking her father out of the house for the last time her mom got divorced from him as he was wanting to marry the woman he had been cheating on her with. Unfortunately her mom married another lazy man who only thought of himself.

But her mom was happy so Y/n was happy for her.

When her father died for some reason her mom received all his money. Which it had annoyed his new wife tremendously.

“It’s getting late darling, you should head home-oh just before you go here’s some mon-“

“No need to Mrs Sarah, I’ll see you tomorrow Stevie”

Waving goodbye and leaving the house before Sarah could argue about giving her money, skipping down the street she didn’t realise how dark it was when she was in the warm home that belonged to the Rogers.

As she got closer to home she came to a stop when she heard strange noises come from an alleyway, choosing to inspect the sounds she crept down the dark path, furrowing her eyebrows at hearing two different voices she was about to pop her head around before freezing.

“Oh Bucky” a girl moaned.

Slapping her hand across her mouth she started to stumble back. Of course she knew that James was going to be having sex, he was handsome and every girl wanted him, and of course she knew what they was doing she wasn’t stupid but hearing what followed after the girl moaned broke her heart.

He called his girlfriend Flower.

The name that he had always called her he was now calling someone else it. It was her nickname that he gave her since they was four and now he was calling some girl he had been dating for two months her name.

It broke her heart.

For three weeks she had managed to successfully avoid James she knew it was silly for not talking to her best friend over a nickname that he had every right to call someone else but she just couldn’t help but feel down knowing that she wasn’t his flower anymore.

“Y/n, Bucky and Steve’s here for you” her mom shouted from the door, she could hear her talking to them from where she was stood at from the top of the stairs.

Her heart dropped when her mom told both boys just to head up to her room. Scrambling and knocking over her little brother she ran into her room, shutting the door quietly before jumping on the springy mattress causing the metal bed frame to squeak loudly.

“Knock knock little monster” she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Come in” and she also knew that he would be frowning at her response, it wasn’t the usual one she gave him.

“Hi Flower” if he noticed her tensing he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hi Y/n/n”

“Hi boys. What are you doing here?”

“Missed you, you haven’t been around much” James said watching her reaction.

“I’ve been busy” she shrugged. It wasn’t a total lie but wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Doing?” James knew that she was lying, whenever she did she could never look him in the eyes.

“Things”

“What kind of things?”

“Things James! I do not understand why you are so nosey”

“Because I miss my Flower” stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He frowned when she flinched at his nickname for her. “W-what was that for? Why did you flinch”

“I-I don’t know what your talking about”

“You flinched when I called you Flower”

“You did Y/n” Steve interrupted, he did hate having to come in between his best friends but he knew that if he didn’t it would probably go on and on.

“I-“ sighing with a huff she shrugged her shoulders. She knew James better than anyone she knew he wasn’t going to give up any time soon. “I heard you”

“Heard me? What are you talking about?”

“Calling your girlfriend Flower”

“I-I’ve never-”

“In the alleyway when you were having sex”

Steve shifted awkwardly on his feet whilst James stood still like a statue. He couldn’t understand what the problem was, so what he was having sex at least it was with his girlfriend, why would his best friend be upset about that?

“You called her Flower James.”

Oh. Oh shit.

“I-you-it-“

“Whatever it’s just a nickname right? I’m sorry that I haven’t spoken to you in weeks but it hurt Jamie, but she’s your girlfriend-“

“I broke up with her”

“Right…so can we be friends again?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I broke up with her?”

“No. I just want to be your flower again”

“You’ve always have been Y/n, nobody will take that away from you”

Sliding off the bed she jumped on James, wrapping her arms and legs around him hugging him like she had never done before.

Yes it hurt because he had called someone else the name he had given her but she realised she was being silly for not talking to him over it, he was her best friend as well as Steve and that’s all that mattered.

December 10th 1941

The Second World War had been going on for three years and now America was getting involved after the attack on Pearl Harbour, it’s all everyone spoke about, before there was young men leaving their homes and families to go over to Britain to help fight, a fight they had no reason to be apart off other than to help beat the bad guys, now no one had a choice but to fight.

When James told Y/n that he too enlisted in the army it crushed her heart, she knew he was doing it to help defend his country but that didn’t stop her from being scared. Scared of losing him.

“I can do this all day” Steve panted as the guy tried to get closer to him and Y/n. Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Steve’s confidence, she knew that he could not in fact do this all day. His asthma was getting the better of him.

Just as Steve was about to leap forward to defend himself and Y/n the guy was pulled away by the scruff of his jacket.

“Pick on someone your own size” James kicked the guy away, watching as the bully scramble away.

Y/n and Steve stood there frozen on the spot at seeing James dressed in his uniform.

It was really happening. She was going to lose her best friend.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Because I’m a pirate. I’ve been recruited Flower, I ship out tomorrow” though James had a smile on his face his stomach churned at reminding himself of when he was going to fight, churned at not knowing when he was going to see his Flower or Steve again or if he ever would.

“Tomorrow? T-that’s not enough time-no Jamie you can’t-“

“I have to Y/n-“

“Tell them no.”

“You want me to tell the US Army no?”

“Yes”

“Flower”

“Or I’ll do it if your to chicken”

“Chicken? Really?”

“Guys stop arguing.” Steve tried to intervene but it was too late. He watched as his two best friends argued back and forth, feeling annoyed at the fact that he had been rejected once again no matter what name he used or what area he said he was from. And yet his best friend had been accepted by the Army and was allowed to go and fight against the bad guys.

“Anyway come on, we’re going to the Stark Expo”

What James failed to mention to the pair that he had a date with Connie or was it Bonnie? He couldn’t actually remember but whoever he was going on a date with the other girl was for Steve, he felt slightly bad that Y/n would have to be fifth wheeling even if he knew that she would end up leaving under the arm of some guy.

“-so I told him that he had to look after his own children you know? And guess what he said to me-Stevie? Ste-not again” Y/n muttered when she realised that not only had she been talking to herself for god knows how long, but when she turned around she saw the small frame of her best friend going into a recruiting tent that was set up at the Expo.

Following after him she watched as he went into a small makeshift room, entering she laughed when Steve tried to cover his naked chest.

“Steve seriously? You can’t keep doing this-“

“Why not? I can fight, just because I’m smaller then everyone including you doesn’t mean that I can’t help“

“You’d be killed straight away Steven!”

“So what?”

“So what? Steve-“

“I’ve agreed to be part of a science project for a doctor-“

“A science project? Steve what the hell are you talking about?”

“I-it doesn’t matter what does matter is that I’ve been accepted and I’m going to war”

“No. I forbid you from going”

“Forbid me?” Steve scoffed finding her behaviour stupid. He wanted to do that right thing and she was forbidding it. Ridiculous. “You can’t stop me Y/n”

“I-I don’t want to lose you too”

“What are you talking about? Buck will be fine”

“He might not Steve you don’t know this. I can’t-don’t want to lose my best friends please just stay with me here an-and wait for Ja-“

“No Y/n I’m doing this! Stop being selfish”

Being called selfish had whatever response she was going to reply back with to die on her tongue. Y/n was called selfish time and time again by her step father when she wouldn’t look after her siblings, his children. She had grown to detest that word, hated to be called it which James and Steve knew.

Steve instantly knew that he had messed up but before he could apologise he watched his best friend nod, spin on her heels and walked out.

James looked around with a smile on his lips when the flying car got higher off the ground frowning when he didn’t see Flower or Steve, his eyes darted around to find them, his left eye twitched slightly when he saw Y/n coming out of the recruiting tent he knew she had probably tried to talk to Steve out of signing up. 

Ever since the war was declared Steve had become slightly obsessed with going on the front lines along with the rest of the hero’s and fight. James and Y/n took it in turns to get Steve away from the recruiting centres, took it in turns comforting him when he got turned down because of his health problems.

Leaving the girls where they were he went to find Steve to see what had happened. “Steve seriously man just give up”

“Don’t start Buck I’ve had enough of Y/n trying to stop me.” Steve told Bucky how Dr Erskine had given him the opportunity of joining the war to the whole conversation between him and Y/n, he quietly told his best friend that he had called their friend selfish.

“You called her selfish? Steve!”

“I know okay I know I messed up but-“

“Did she say where she was going?”

“No, I thought she was going to find you”

Bucky goes to reply when he gets interrupted by the two girls that he and Steve were meant to be on a date with, asking if they were still going dancing, James sighed before telling them no he had other plans. The girls wasn’t happy but James didn’t care, he needed to find his Flower.

Saying his goodbyes to Steve he turned on his heels to go to Y/n’s house.

Knocking on the door he waited patiently for someone to open, Y/n’s little sister opened and smiled instantly showing Bucky her missing front teeth. “Y/ns in her room”

“Thanks little one”

“‘M not little anymore!” She pouted, the same pout that reminded him of Y/n’s when she was younger.

“No, no you’re not” ruffling her hair he laughed when she tried to hit him, he’s always had a habit of winding up their younger siblings.

Bounding up the stairs nearly tripping over the toy train that belonged to her younger brother he turned the corner and knocked on Y/n’s bedroom door.

“Go away”

“Wow that’s rude Flower”

“Jamie?”

“Who else is calling you flower?”

“No one”

“Are you going let me in or we going to keep talking with a door in between us?”

“You may enter”

Entering her bedroom his heart clenched in his chest at seeing her eyes and cheeks red, tear strained track marks on her puffy cheeks. Ever since they were young he’s always hated seeing her cry.

His stomach dropping when he sees the photograph in her hands, knowing exactly which one it was. James had dragged Y/n and Steve to Coney Island for the day, James made Steve go on the Cyclone which was absolutely terrifying yet amazing at the same time. Steve didn’t quite enjoy it like Bucky or Y/n as he vomited pretty much everywhere.

Winnie, had taken the photo that morning they were standing outside the home James grew up in, smiling at the camera. Y/n in the middle of the two guys, Bucky had his arm around her shoulder and she had hers around Steve.

It was the only photo she had of the three of them.

“Flower…”

“He’s leaving me too, a doctor-a scientist has told him that he can join if he takes part in an experiment James. I-I don’t want to lose you both Jamie”

“Hey-hey your not losing either one of us doll-“

“But I am. This war is dangerous and if I lose either one of you I-I-“

“I promise you that I’ll come back-“

“You can’t promise me that Buck”

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, you know this. And I’ll always come back to you Y/n, always. Especially if you let me make an honest woman out of you” his voice went quieter, serious, hopeful that she would hear the genuine words that he spoke.

“You…want to-after going on a date with someone else on your last night of freedom-want to make an honest woman out of me?”

“I, yes. Y/n flower it’s always been you”

“I should be the one making an honest woman out of you-wait-what?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her facial expression when she finally registers his words “I’ve been in love with you for so long Y/n”

“And you’re telling me this the night before you ship off to god knows where?”

“You know me Flower, I’ve always been good with timing”

“You really aren’t” she laughed.

“Am too. But what do you say? When I get back I’ll marry you, get us a nice house maybe on a farm? We can have all the animals you want-yes even a dinosaur even though they don’t exist-and we’ll have children, and we can be happy forever”

“Y-you really want that with me?”

“There’s no one else in this world that I want that life with Flower”

Instead of verbally answering she threw herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and nodding so fast Bucky thought her head might fall off. Bucky held her face in between his hands just staring at her, he knew that she would never see herself in the same way he has always seen her, he lent in pressing his lips to hers hopefully being able to show her how much he loved her without saying those words out loud.

That night they slept arm in arm with one another both equally dreading for the sun to come up.

When the sun finally made an appearance, he left with the promise that he would be back in an hour so that their families could walk him to the docks, and not without stealing another kiss from her.

Hand in hand an hour later with Winnie, Rebecca, Y/m/n, Y/n’s stepdad and siblings met up with Steve who was waiting outside Mollys with three milkshakes. Everyone walked ahead whilst the three best friends walked slowly behind them, wanting to try and delay the inevitable.

“My promise still stands Flower, I’ll come home and we’ll have the perfect life together. I promise”

“You best come home to me then Jamie or I’ll beat you up”

“Wouldn’t doubt that for a second” he chuckled, everyone else joins in. “I promise to be safe and come home to you Flower. And I’ll write to you when I can okay?”

“I’ll write back to you I promise.”

When the last signal called for all soldiers to get on the ship, Bucky swallowed the sob that tried to make its way out of his plumb lips. Hugging his ma and sister one last time, and his best friends mom and siblings before making his way to Steve, hugging Steve he asked the blonde to look after Y/n which Steve promised he would. Standing in front of Y/n he smiled sadly and wiped her tears away before kissing her one last time, he’d already grown addicted to the way she tasted and the way her lips fit perfectly against his.

He couldn’t wait until he got back so he could spend the rest of his life kissing her.

March 15th 1942

“Y/n there’s a letter here for you!” Her little sister shouted from the bottom of the stairs, there was only one person that would be writing to her, hearing her sister she fell out of the bed with how fast she was trying to get out of it, running down the stairs she grabbed the letter out of her sisters hand.

“Y/n slow down” her mom tried to warn her but it was no use she was already running back upstairs. The excitement getting the better of her. Ripping open the envelope she settled back on her bed.

***

Dear Flower,

It’s been three months since I last saw you and I’m missing you more and more everyday, how are you? Have you been missing me? How’s Steve been? I’ve wrote to him too but I know you’ll tell me the truth.

I’m still holding on to my promise I made so don’t be finding any other man, please.

I’m sorry it’s not the longest letter but I don’t have much time, I’m sorry.

I love you Flower, I should have told you that the last time I saw you but just know I do with all my heart, I’ll see you soon.

All my love

Your Jamie.

***

“So…what did he say?” Y/n was so engrossed in the letter she didn’t hear her bedroom door squeak open or see her mom and sister standing in the doorway.

“H-he said he loves me, momma he loves me”

“Have you only just noticed?”

“What?”

“That boy has been in love with you for as long as I can recall” her mom said as matter of factly.

“I-I need paper a-an-and a pen I need to tell him that I love him too”

Her mom smiled before handing her a piece of paper and a pen that she hid behind her back, she even gave her money so she could get a stamp to put on the letter.

***

Dear Jamie,

I love you.

I’ve been doing good, helping down at the factory with the rest of the women it’s good, I’ve made a friend her names Dot her husband is also fighting, she’s got two kids and Jamie they are the cutest little kids I’ve seen! Of course I have been missing you Jamie! Steve’s doing okay, he’s got a crush on a British woman names Peggy (but don’t tell him I told you that) she’s pretty, smart and really nice. I think she likes him too!

No other man will take me away from you Jamie I promise, I can’t wait to marry you and be able to wind you up for the rest of our lives together, I’m joking. Or am I?

Don’t apologise for your letter being short, anything is better than not having any from you, as long as you are okay and safe that’s all that matters to me.

I love you with all my heart to Jamie, honestly and truly.

Be safe and come home to me.

All my love

Your Flower.

***

Folding the letter and sliding it in an envelope her mom had given her when she was writing, she slipped her letter into the envelope sealing it off she ran downstairs slipping her shoes on she ran out of the house and down the street to the post office.

“A-a s-stamp pl-please” she panted at the worker.

The second the stamp was sealed securely on her envelope she posted it. Her heart raising rapidly, the temptation to just stand there and wait for the mailman to collect all the letters was there until someone cleared their throat from behind her.

“Sorry, I’m sorry” she muttered before leaving, now she just had to wait now until Bucky wrote her back. Shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully.

June 21st 1943

She last received a letter from James three months ago, he told her where he was and how he was doing, told her all about his comrades, told her that he’d come back to her. Ended that letter like the rest, with him telling her how much he loved her. Writing back as quickly as possible she told him how things were going, telling him about her news friends from the factory, and like all the others she ended it with telling him how much she loved him.

Everyday for three months she waited patiently for a letter to come, sighing deeply when she never received one. She was starting to get nervous at the prospect of something bad happening to him, but she kept pushing that thought away as she saw Rebecca everyday at the factory and she hadn’t said anything to her.

Six months after James left for war Y/n moved to a small apartment above the post office, it was small but enough for just her. One night after finishing her shift at the factory, Mary who worked at the post office came running out to her handing her a letter, Y/n ran up the stairs struggled to open her front door like always before she managed to get it to open, quickly closing and locking the door - keeping her promise to James who had made her promise to keep her front door locked at all times.

***

Dear Flower,

I’ve missed you terribly. How are you? I hope you’re okay and safe.

How’s Steve doing? He’s not been really responding to my letters. I’m a bit worried about him.

I’m sorry my letters are getting shorter, it’s just things have been hectic lately.

You’re in my thoughts and prayers every day and night, I’ll come home soon and I’m all yours forever I promise.

I love you more than anything Y/n.

All my love

Your Jamie.

***

Wiping her tears she moved to get her paper and pen, settling on her couch she started to write.

***

Dear Jamie,

I’m missing you more and more every day, I’m doing okay and I’m safe, you do not need to worry about me just as long as you are safe and sound that’s all that matters to me.

Steve will be getting the serum tomorrow (22nd June) I’m scared for him but Peggy has told me that everything will be okay. She’s even said I can come along too, Rebecca has said she will cover my shift because she’s an angel. Steve’s been busy but he’s okay I promise, oh…he jumped on a grenade BUT don’t worry it wasn’t a real one! I screamed and cried when Peggy told me, then I smacked Steve…he deserved it.

I’ve already told you not to worry about the shortness of your letters, I reread every single one of them over and over again.

You’re in my thoughts and prayers day in and day out.

I love you more and more than you’ll ever know. 

All my love

Your Flower.

***

Sealing the letter in the envelope she unlocked the door and skipped downstairs where Mary unlocked the door and handed her a stamp, Mary knew the routine that Y/n had every time she got a letter that she waited long after closing so her new friend could post it that same day.

“Thanks Mary”

“Don’t need to thank me, how is he?”

“He didn’t say…but he said he misses me, it’s hectic over there so”

“It’s understandable, are you meeting Steve and that Brit tomorrow?”

“Peggy-“ Y/n laughed “-and yes, it’s a very big day tomorrow”

“What’s happened again?”

“H-he has a special operation and I’m just going for emotional support” she smiled, Peggy told her not to say anything to anyone but Mary had overheard Y/n talking to Steve about it. So she told her Mary that it was an operation he was having.

“Well I hope it goes well. I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight darling”

The next morning Y/n waited outside for Steve and Peggy to show up, nearly ten minutes later a sleek black car pulled up and Peggy got out greeting her. Instantly regretting sitting in the middle of two people who were flirting, made worse by Steve as he didn’t realise that Peggy was in fact flirting.

Just like the car ride Y/n blanked out most of what Dr Erskine was waffling on about, her eyes kept going to the bed where Steve lay strapped in to Howard Stark, still slightly star struck.

Everything happened next was lost on her. Her heart raced when she heard Steve screaming in the chamber, a beast of a man was released from said chamber it looked like Steve, her best friend Stevie but this guy was huge. Strong. Muscly. Taller.

Before Steve had to look up to her and now it was the other way around. He said her name and smiled, he pulled her into his arms as she gaped at her best friend’s transformation. Steve released her to look at Peggy as she moved closer.

The unmistakable bang of a gun firing sounded in the room, Steve wasted no time in knocking Y/n on the ground covering her body with his. Dr Erskine had been shot, Steve took off barefoot after the gunman, Y/n’s hands were drenched in blood as she tried to put pressure on the wound, Howard Stark helping her by covering his hands over hers.

It all happened in a blur.

It all happened to fast.

She didn’t like it, she was scared.

She wanted Jamie.

She was always safe with her Jamie.

“Y/n? Y/n look at me love, it’s Peggy. I need you to concentrate”

But she couldn’t. There was too much blood. There was chaos in the background and the only thing she could focus on was the shaking of her hands covered in someone else’s blood.

“Y/n please darling snap out of it” that sounded a lot like Howard she thought to herself.

She could hear them talking then she saw Howard standing and moving away slowly. Then everything came into focus. The look of distress in Peggy’s eyes, the destruction of the room, the white sheet covering a body.

“S-Steve?”

“He’s, he’s okay. We need to go love”

“I-I-I want Jamie”

“I know but he isn’t here right now an-and he will be rather mad at me if I don’t get you out of here, so please follow me”

Despite the blood on Y/n’s hands Peggy still took them in hers and helped her stand, although Peggy didn’t really know Y/n all that well she knew that Steve cared deeply for her, making her care about the woman. Her main focus was getting Y/n to safety and then she could worry about everything else.

December 10th 1944

It’s been well over a year since Y/n watched Dr Erskine get shot and killed, in that year she went back to work in the factory. Nothing really changed for her in that year that had gone by, months would go by without a letter from Bucky she knew that he was still alive as his family wasn’t informed to state that he was dead.

It brought her some relief. But that didn’t stop the sadness from sinking in when she didn’t get a letter.

Steve had become a circus monkey for America, gaining himself the name Captain America. When she saw one of his shows for the very first time she couldn’t stop laughing. The outfit. The way he looked so unsure and uncomfortable. The music. The acting. It was laughable.

“Stop laughing Y/n” Steve said walking into the tent as she followed behind him.

“I-god you look ridiculous Stevie”

“Stop laughing!” He tried to act mad but her laugh had his lips turning upwards. For Steve it had been a long time since he heard her laugh like that. He missed it.

In October of 1943 Steve showed up at her apartment acting different, he was quieter, avoided talking about Bucky. Y/n had asked him if there was something wrong but all he did was give her a tight lipped smile and shook his head.

He wanted to tell her that he was told that Bucky and his unit had been captured as POWs, he wanted to reassure her that he was going to do everything in his power to get him back, to bring him home to her so they could get the life he’s knows they’ve always wanted with each other. 

But he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to say them words and see her smile fade, tears gather in her eyes so he remained silent and listened to her rambling about something one of the girls said at work.

He couldn’t fail her, he was going to bring Bucky back no matter what it took.

Unbeknownst to Y/n not only was Bucky captured and then saved by their once scrawny little friend but that in ten minutes there was going to be a knock at the door and she’d be taken by two soldiers to go somewhere.

“It’s like I’m invisible” Bucky mutters when Peggy doesn’t even give him a second glance, he found it funny that Peggy had to practically spell it out for the blonde to understand what she was trying to hint. He knew that if Y/n was here and saw the exchange she would have been smiling so wide with her hands clasped together against her heart.

A small smile made its way to his lips as he thought about Y/n, his Flower. As soon as he got back to camp from being saved by Steve he went straight to his tent and wrote a letter to her, sealing it up in an envelope he got from one of the soldiers, giving it to the person he needed to for it to be sent off. Already excited for her letter. He missed her more than anything.

“You thinking about her Buck?” Steve’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Of course, she’s always on my mind-what?”

“Who’s always on your mind?”

“Ms Potts from down the street-“ he rolled his eyes “-Y/n, you’re an idiot sometimes Steve I swear”

“I’m always on your mind Jamie?”

Bucky’s eyes went wide looking Steve in the eyes, the blonde just smiled at him. Slowly turning around, his heart thumped loudly in his chest, blood rushing in his ears he turned to find the source of the voice he has missed hearing.

Well aware that his unit, his team, strangers that became friends were standing around, he didn’t care if they saw their Sergeant with tears gathering in his eyes.

He didn’t care about anything other than Y/n who was currently standing in front of him. Her flower print dress fit perfectly, lightly moving as she stands there. Her eyes focused on him as he took her in, god she was so beautiful.

“F-Flower?”

“Hi Jamie”

“Wha-how-your really here? I’m not dreaming again am I?”

“No” she giggled, the sound making his heart tingle.

“If you don’t kiss her I will” Dum Dum shouted making everyone laugh. But not Bucky. No it made him move quicker than he’d ever moved before, cupping her face in his hands he smiled before placing his lips to hers. Steve joined in with everyone else as they cheered and clapped. 

“You’re really here” Bucky whispered against her lips, resting his forehead against hers breathing in her scent.

“I’m really here”

That night he took her to his hotel room that they had been allowed to stay at, and made love to her for the first time. Three times that night. One more time before they had to say goodbye to each other again.

Just as she was about to get into the car Bucky kissed her one last time, and got down on one knee, proposing to her with a metal nut - that he had found in the room they shared - asking her to marry him before she could answer he promised that once he was back he’d buy her a ring.

Kissing him she held out her hand for him to slid the nut onto her finger.

“I’m getting married to my Flower” he said as the car that carried his love away. Steve smiled at his best friend’s happiness.

January 28th 1945

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Dot asked Y/n as she threw up for the second time that day.

“I’m okay. Must have been something I ate”

“You sure? Didn’t you say you saw James last month?”

“Yes…why?”

“Did you two…you know”

“Wha-oh, yes, a few times” she admitted, her cheeks going bright red.

“Do you think? Maybe? Right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You might be pregnant” Dot whispered.

Her head spun as the words from her friend settled in. She hadn’t had her period she realised. No. Surely not, right?

“Go and see the doctor after your shift and check” Dot continued.

“I have half an hour off before I start back up again”

“I’ll cover you”

“You’ve got kids you need to-“

“My mom’s here to help me, I’ll be fine”

“But-“

“No buts missy, you need to find out if you are.”

After twenty minutes of arguing back and forth with Dot, Y/n finally caved. Going to the hospital she waited patiently for her bloods to be taken. Completely unaware that across town two families were receiving the worst news.

Getting her keys out of her bag she froze when she saw Steve standing outside her apartment dressed in civilian clothing as Bucky called it now.

“Steve? Hey! What are you doing here?”

“Y/n, I need to talk to you”

“Is it Jamie? Steve? Where’s Bucky?”

But Steve didn’t answer instead he took her keys from her shaking hands and unlocked the door, pushing it open he turned to grasp her arm and guided her in to her apartment. His heart sinking further into his stomach than it already was before coming to her apartment, when he saw the metal nut still sitting on her finger.

“Steve…”

“I failed you Y/n/n I-I’m so sorry”

“He’s okay. He is. I know it”

Shaking his head the scene replying over and over in his head like it had for the past week since he watched his best friend fall to his death “H-he-he’s gone Y/n, I’m so-sorry” He jumps up just in time to catch her as she falls to her knees, a painful sob leaving her lips.

Sadly Steve wasn’t done.

“Y/n…there’s something else, Michael…he’s been killed”

Michael was her half brother. She was close with him, closer to him than she was with her younger siblings. Michael never failed to make her laugh, he always acted like he was the oldest one of the two though there was eight years between them. Y/n was the first person he told when he got his orders from the Army, she hugged him as he cried. It’s not that he didn’t want to fight and help it was that he was terrified.

“No! No you’re lying.”

Helping her stand he took her home where her mom’s screams and cries could be heard from outside the home. Watching as mom and daughter cling together from the doorway Steve let a few tears fall.

Two days after finding out that her best friend turned fiancé and her sweet younger brother were killed Y/n found out she was pregnant. A few weeks later they buried Michael.

On the second of March 1945 Peggy arrived at Y/n’s apartment, eyes red and swollen. They held each other as they cried. Y/n gathered that Steve never got his letter to let him know he was going to be an uncle.

When Peggy noticed the small prodding bump her heart ached. She knew she had to keep the promise that she gave Steve, that she would look after Y/n. Steve had told Peggy that just before Bucky fell he told the blonde to look after his fiancée, the two best friend’s last thoughts were on their best friend and fiancée. Neither one knowing that she pregnant.

A month later Y/n and her family, Winnie and Rebecca were at the cemetery, she smiled sadly when she felt her baby kick for the first time when the preacher said James Buchanan Barnes, they watched as two empty coffins were put into the ground.

She knew that the baby she was growing inside of her would have been so loved and spoiled by its father and uncle Stevie, it broke her heart knowing that her unborn baby would never meet the two greatest men she had ever known.

Five years passed after she lost three men closest to her. After she gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl that she named Hope Jamie Barnes, she moved out of the tiny little apartment she had and moved into a farm house that had acres of land.

Just because her Jamie wasn’t with her anymore didn’t mean she was going to give up on the life that he had planned for them. She still wore that metal nut, everyone thought it was strange but luckily for her they never asked about it. However it no longer sat on her finger but around her neck on a silver chain.

A wedding ring sat there now instead.

Two years after Hope was born her mom made her get married. “You’re twenty nine now Y/n you need a husband” her mom told her, reluctantly she agreed and married a man named Frank. At first Frank was okay, nice even but things changed only after a few months of marriage. It started with small things such as telling her what to wear, how to act. Then it turned nasty, the abuse was mental, verbal and physical.

Three years into their marriage she had become numb and use to it all. Became use to the women talking and giggling like school girls when they saw her in the store or on the streets, the same women who were sleeping with her husband. It didn’t bother her anymore that her husband was cheating on her, the more women he had to satisfy him the more he was away from her home, the less she got beaten and berated.

It didn’t even bother her that he had gotten one of his mistresses pregnant or when the mistress’s husband found out and beat Frank to within an inch of his life. In fact she smiled.

Y/n and Peggy’s friendship became non existent after Y/n got married and Peggy married Daniel Sousa, when Peggy and Daniel started dating Peggy had asked Y/n if she was wrong for it but Y/n told her that she deserved to be happy and if he gave that to her then she should have that happiness.

Peggy worried if Steve would have been mad, Y/n had to remind her that he wouldn’t have wanted her to live a life of loneliness.

When Hope was five she was wise for her age, she knew Frank wasn’t her father, she knew her daddy had passed away when he protected the country from the bad guys. Hope enjoyed her nighttime stories where her mama would tell her all about her father, hearing about how funny, kind and loving her father was always made the little girl smile. One night Y/n showed Hope the few photographs she had of James, Hope giggled and pointed at her eyes and then at James’s “same mommy same”. It was true, Hope had the same colour eyes as Bucky and like Bucky’s eyes they changed lighter when she was happy or giggling, turned darker when she was sad or when she was poorly.

Every Sunday Y/n and Hope had a routine, they would go to the cemetery to put flowers down on the graves of James and Steve. They would sit on a blanket and eat the sandwiches that Y/n would take with them, they would sit, eat and talk for hours - depending on the weather. Hope would show the headstones all her drawings and tell them all about her schooling and friends, told them her favourite colour - the rainbow that’s her favourite colour.

Y/n knew that there was no bodies in the coffins but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t sit there with her daughter in her lap and tell the two empty graves that she loved and missed them. Every time.

It was still a tradition that they both did even as Y/n got older and weaker.

In 1970 her husband was killed, Franks brother Robert was arrested and charged with his murder. Robert found out that his wife was having an affair with his brother. Y/n went to see him in prison after Robert sent her a letter begging her to see him, he swore that he didn’t do it. That it was a man with a silver arm. Y/n believed him when he said he didn’t do it, he was with his sister, her husband and their children, along with Robert’s children. But she didn’t believe him about a man with a silver arm, that was a bit far fetched.

At Franks funeral Y/n stood there with Hope on her left side and the nine children he had with nine different women. She tried to comfort the children he had with the women he had cheated on her with, they allowed it until everyone left and it was just them standing at the grave. His oldest started laughing causing the others to join in, Hope looked at her mom with a raised eyebrow that reminded her so much of Bucky, she just shrugged.

They told Y/n that they were happy he was finally gone. Told her that they hated him and was glad he was dead.

It surprised her but they were at the age where they realised that their parents marriages broke up when their mom cheated on their dad, or when they saw Frank hit their mom. It was nine teenagers/young adults who knew that what the preacher was saying as the coffin was lowered in the ground that it was all lies, he wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t a good husband or father, he was everything they hated. He was everything the five boys had promised that they would never turn in to. He was everything the four girls promised that they would never end up with.

They all kept in touch throughout the years, it was nice. And through them years all nine of his offspring kept their promises.

As the years went on Y/n became more and more proud of Hope and the woman she had become. Hope got married and had children, her first born son was named James, her second son was named Steve.

“M-mom there’s someone here to see you” Hope stuttered from the doorway.

“W-who i-is it darling?”

“I-he-hold on”

Hope appeared at the door with a nervous smile on her face, her fingers twisting together as a man walked slowly towards her. His eyes going to the woman and then to the man behind him, he was scared.

“Hope?”

“Mom-“

Y/n slowly turned to face the doorway, her eyes widening as she sees the ghost of her best friend towering over her daughter.

“S-Stevie? You’ve come to take me to Jamie?”

Steve frowned looking at the woman who was the last person on his mind before the plane crashed in to the water, his best friend who had aged yet her eyes remained the same. Then he looked at Hope confusion written on his face, she looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“Mom I’m just going to get you a drink.” Nodding her head to Steve and Sam to follow her she went into the kitchen. “She thinks your taking her to heaven to see my dad”

“Dad?”

“James? He’s my father”

Steve’s heart thumped painfully in his chest. When Hope answered the door telling him that she was Y/n’s daughter he assumed that she had married and had children, he did not expect the woman in front of him to be the daughter of his best friend who he watched fall to his death.

“What?”

“Bucky Barnes is my father…you’re my uncle, well that’s what my mom always called you.”

“Oh. Now I see it, it’s your eyes”

“Mom always said I had the same eyes as him” she laughed.

Steve goes to open his mouth when there’s a sound of a cane hitting the floor, all three turn to face the doorway where Y/n stood.

“Are you re-really alive and not just m-my imagination?”

“I’m really here Y/n/n”

“H-how?”

“When I crashed the plane-ow stop hitting me” he cries out when she hits him with her walking cane, Sam and Hope laugh.

“Still mad at you for crashing that plane”

“I’m sorry. I was frozen and they found me a few years ago” Steve finished his explanation. Y/n nodded and sat down, being ninety five years old her legs weren’t as strong as they once were.

“This is my daughter, she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is, she’s got Bucky’s eyes”

“Yes she has. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Sam, he’s the one that helped me track you down”

“I-it’s nice to meet you Sam.” When Y/n reached out to shake Sam’s hand Steve noticed a glint of a necklace. He watched as her free hand went to the necklace and started lightly tugging on it, he wasn’t the only one.

“Mom? Mom your alright, your safe don’t worry” Hope says softly, moving closer slowly. Sam looked at Steve worriedly.

“I-I don’t-don’t let him hurt me anymore”

“Mom he’s dead, he can’t hurt you anymore I promise” Hope helped pull the necklace out, handing her the thing she knew her mom was trying to hold.

Steve’s breath get caught in his throat at seeing the metal nut Bucky gave her all those years ago.

“S-Steve? Your dead. Hope wh-who is he? I-it’s not Stevie, he’s dead”

“It’s okay mom, he’s a friend. Let’s get you back to bed okay?” Turning to Steve and Sam telling them she’d be back in a few, they both nod.

Waiting patiently in the kitchen Steve can hear Hope calm Y/n down, his heart breaking when Y/n asks for Jamie. When Hope comes downstairs she offers the two a drink, both declines politely.

“Mom keeps forgetting things, she’s been like this for a while now.”

“The thing on her necklace, what is it?” Though he knew he just couldn’t see it lasting this long or that she even kept it.

“My dad proposed to her with it, it’s a nut. She’s kept it on her chain ever since-well, she’s wore it since he gave it her”

“Did she ever marry? Have other kids?”

“Yes, he died in 1970 and no I’m her only child”

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologise, bastard deserved it”

After an hour or so the men take their leave, the blonde asking if he was able to come back and see Y/n again, Hope said yes.

The year was now 2016, Y/n’s health declining as she was nearing one hundred. The doctors told Hope that it would be better to keep her in hospital for the rest of her time on earth, Hope told them that, that wasn’t going to happen. Y/n had told Hope that when she was going to die that she wanted to go when she was at home. No matter what.

Steve had showed up one day to talk to Hope, to tell her that her father was alive after all this time. Hope begged him not to tell Y/n. Y/n struggled to understand and come to terms with the fact that Steve was alive, she had grown so confused that she started to tug on her necklace. Hope didn’t want to imagine how her mom would react to the news that the love of her life was alive, not when she spent so long mourning him.

At first Steve was confused but understood at the same time. He told Hope that he and Bucky fought and the only way he could get him to snap out of whatever Hydra had done to him was by saying Y/ns name, Hope smiled at that. Hope asked Steve if he had told James all about her and how her mom was still alive, Steve said no but with her permission he would. And he did.

After seventy years of going without a father it was strange when she met Bucky for the first time, a man who didn’t look a day over thirty was her father when she looked like his mother, it was strange.

Bucky cried. Cried for never knowing Y/n was pregnant in the first place. Cried for never being there throughout Hope growing in her mother’s stomach. Cried for never being there for either one of them for nearly seventy years. Hugging his daughter for the first time ever Bucky crumbled.

Hope was very honest about hers and Y/n’s life, told Bucky how Y/n’s husband was a cheating abusive arsehole. Both Bucky and Steve clenched their fists at hearing that. Shocked when Hope told them that apparently a man with a silver arm had killed Frank, and because Bucky had his arm covered and gloves on Hope didn’t realise that it was her father that did it.

Bucky was open and honest about what had happened to him, expecting his daughter to look at him differently so when she threw her arms around him and cried he was shocked.

It took Bucky exactly twenty three minutes and fourteen seconds for him to ask when he could see Y/n. Having to think it over she agreed but on the condition that she was the one that would tell Y/n the truth.

Telling her mom that the man she had still been in love with after all those years since she had lost him, that he was still alive was the hardest conversation she had to have with her mom. Y/n didn’t believe her, of course she didn’t she’s spent seventy years mourning him. Seventy years wishing she saw him again, hoping and praying that he would still love her the way she still loved him.

Hope told Y/n that she had met him, hugged him, laughed with him but she still didn’t believe her.

A week after telling Y/n that Bucky was still alive her health deteriorated. Hope had to tell Bucky and Steve that Y/n didn’t have long left. Bucky was determined to see his love for the last time.

James stood in front of the house that Y/n had made a home since she left Brooklyn, the two floored farm house stood proudly in front of acres of land, due to his enhanced senses he could smell the lingering smell of animal food and waste. Hope had told him all about the animals Y/n rescued over the years, told him that when she was seven they had three horses, cows and goats, that in recent years Y/n had been rescuing cats and dogs from the streets or abusive homes rehoming them to those she trusted. Bucky smiled at hearing that she had lived the life he wanted for the both of them, smiled at hearing that Y/n’s kindness and love for animals never stopped.

Checking his hair was fine for the umpteenth time in the two hours it took them to get there he turned to face Steve.

“You ready Buck?”

“Y-yeah” Steve knocks on the door and they both wait patiently for Hope to answer. 

“Hi, come on in-oh”

“T-they wanted to come, hope that’s okay” Bucky explained. Behind him and Steve stood the rest of the Avengers.

“We’ve heard all about your mom ever since blondie came out of ice, wanted to meet her” Tony spoke leaning in between the two super soldiers to hold his hand out.

“Oh right, come in.” Leading them all upstairs where Y/n was, Bucky’s nerves sky rocketed the closer he got to the bedroom. “You ready?” Hope asked.

“Yeah. She knows I’m here right?”

“She does, if it helps she’s nervous too”

Nodding his head he watched with a steady breath as his daughter - which he still found weird saying - twisted the door knob and opened the door.

Though older and frail Bucky thought she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. His eyes stayed on her face as he moved closer, with every step he took his heart started to beat slower.

“J-Jamie?”

Wetting his lips and gulping he nodded “hi Flower”

“Took you long enough to come and get me”

“I know my love b-but I’m here now”

“Are we going to see Stevie?”

“Stevie’s right here darling”

“Is my mama going to be there too?”

Frowning he looked back to Hope as she stands at the doorway with everyone behind her. Hope shook her head and mouthed “she thinks you’re taking her to heaven”.  His frown deepened, looking back at Y/n whose eyes didn’t move away from him.

“I’ve missed you Flower”

“I’ve missed you too Jamie. Ha-have you met Hope? She’s your daughter Jamie”

“I have met her, beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is. The best thing I’ve ever done”

“I’m so proud of you, you’ve raised our daughter amazingly”

“Sit down silly” sitting on bed next to her he took his gloves off and held both her hands when she reached for him. Y/n didn’t flinch when his silver hand touched her. “Don’t let Frank hurt Hope okay? Y-you have to promise me Jamie th-that you’ll lo-look after her”

“Doll he’s-I promise that no one will ever hurt her”

“Good. He’s mean. He hurts me Jamie”

“I know doll I know, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from him”

“Not your fa-wh-who are they Jamie?”

“They’re Stevies friends Flower”

Hope nudged Steve further into the room and nods to the others letting them know it’s okay for them to go in too. Steve says hello and introduces the team to her, each giving her a smile.

For three hours Steve and Y/n talked about growing up together and all the things they use to get up to, everyone laughed and asked Y/n questions about the two super soldiers, she answered them as best as she could sometimes she repeated herself or looked panicked when she saw strangers standing in her room.

Bucky though held her hand with the both of his, his eyes on her the whole time. Tracing over each line with his eyes, his heart clenching when he saw the unmistakable sight of a scar that ran down the side of her face.

His breath got caught in his throat when she took out the metal nut around the necklace. “Y-you kept it?” He asked interrupting when Sam was talking about.

“My Jamie gave it me during the war, he proposed to me” she smiled “you look like him”

“Do I?”

“Yes, but my Jamie was more handsome”

“Was he now?”

“Oh yes-“ a yawn cuts her off. Hope tells everyone that it was best if they left now so she could get some rest, and they do. Each say their goodbyes and waits for Steve and Bucky downstairs.

“We’ll come and see you tomorrow okay?” Steve says after he pulls away from giving her a hug and a kiss to her forehead. Y/n nods and smiles. “I’ll wait for downstairs Buck”

Bucky nods, then looks at Hope who understands without being verbally told that Bucky wanted a few minutes alone, she follows behind Steve.

“I have always loved you, you know? I still love you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home to you when I promised you over and over that I would, I’m sorry I let you down Flower”

“Y-you didn’t let me down Jamie, never.”

Bucky smiles softly at her, watching as her eyes start to droop. “I’ll let you get some rest my love. I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise”

“O-okay Jamie. S-see you tom-tomorrow” Giving her a kiss to her forehead he stands and moves to the door, taking one last look at his first and only love.

“Thank you for the best years of my life”

He says before shutting the door and heads slowly down the stairs.

After Hope says her goodbyes and gives her dad a hug she busies herself cleaning the kitchen, she smiles happily to herself seeing her parents together something she had always wanted to experience.

She doesn’t know that her mom is in her bed with her hand wrapped around the piece of metal that she had wore and cherished from the moment James gave it her, she doesn’t know her mom is thinking about meeting her Jamie again.

She doesn’t know that her mom takes her last breath with a small smile on her lips.

A year after loosing the love of his life Bucky had to bury his only daughter, heart attack took her. In 2023 Tony had perfected his father’s Time Machine with the help from Bruce. Steve was going to be returning the stones, they all gathered together in the empty space and watched as Steve vanished.

“4…3…2…1” Bruce counted down for Steve’s arrival.

Once the smoke cleared Bucky had his eyes down as he knew that Steve wasn’t going to be coming back, he knew he was going to go back to live a life with Peggy. His head snapped up when he heard the voice that he always heard in his sleep.

There stood on the platform was Steve, Y/n and a two year old Hope.

“Fl-Flower”

“You died Jamie. You promised me you would be safe but-“

Bucky cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers, holding both of his flowers tightly.

One month after Steve brought Y/n and Hope to the future, Bucky and Y/n got married. A month after that she finds out that baby Barnes number two would be arriving.

“I love you Flower”

“I love you Jamie”

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I love him but I do have to admit I love Ubbe a lot more, I don’t know why I made Hvitserk such a dick in this😂

Thank you for reblogging🤍

Forever thankful

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Ubbe Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader / Hvitserk Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader

Summary: Ubbe falls in love with his brothers wife.

Word count: 5,818

Warnings: fluff. angst. cheating. fat shaming. assault on reader (not detailed). mentions of sex. slight mention of rape but it doesn’t happen! smut(?). wanting to die (but not suicide / I honestly don’t know how to word it I’m sorry.)

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Hvitserk was a fool.

Hvitserk was truly the biggest fool Ubbe had ever known.

He had a beautiful wife. A beautiful, kind, loving, sweet wife, sitting at home all alone whilst he was sat in the great hall with a woman sitting on his lap, one hand disappearing under her skirts as the other one cupped her face whilst his tongue was practically down her throat.

Ubbe was having to bite his tongue to keep himself quiet as Margrethe sat tense beside him, her normally bright blue eyes turned darker when the woman sat upon Hvitserks lap began moaning softly, Ubbe knew exactly why his wife was tense, she was jealous. Jealous of the woman who was sitting on her married brother in laws lap, jealous of the woman that would be warming her married brother in laws bed that night and not her.

He knew that his wife warmed more than just his brothers bed, of course he did, he was there most times, but ever since Hvisterk married the woman who now sat in their small cottage all alone - those moments were now rare. Not knowing that his wife and brother were now meeting up in secret. In all truth, he thought that his brother wouldn’t be seeking other skirts to chase, not when he had such a beautiful wife awaiting him at home every night.

The woman’s unabashed loud moans had Ubbe slamming down his knife and fork on the table. “Do you really have to do that here whilst we are trying to eat?”

“What’s your problem?” Hvisterk asked amused as he finally pulled himself away from the woman’s neck where he was decorating it in marks.

Choosing to ignore his brother he turned to the woman. “You do know he is married, right?”

“So?” She giggled in a breathless moan. “I don’t see her here, do you?”

Without saying another word to anyone he stood up and walked out of the hall. His brothers wife, so sweet and caring didn’t deserve a husband like the one she was given, Ubbe thought as he walked away from his brothers and wife, ignoring their calls for him to come back.

The first time he saw the woman who was going to marry his brother was nearly two years prior, her father was an Earl from the neighbouring village who had fought alongside Ragnar in every battle his father had. Ubbe stood by his nervous brother laughing lightly at Sigurds and Ivars taunts as the longboat came to a halt next to the docks, the young woman was accompanied only by her older brother as her father had died three years earlier, the first thing he had noticed was that her body was bigger than the women in Kattegat - filling out the pretty dress better than anyone else who would have worn it. As she got closer he couldn’t remove his eyes away from her face, it truly was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her wide, bright eyes were kept on the queen as introductions were made. His feet wanted to step forward when Aslaug said. “This is my son, the one you’ll marry.” But unfortunately his name wasn’t called, no, no it was Hvisterk, the one that had scratch marks on his back given to him by the farmers wife, knowing that fact had acid burning in his throat.

That night after everyone had gone to bed, the four brothers gathered around the hearth with cups of mead. “I can’t marry her.”

“Why?” Sigurd questioned.

“She’s fat!” His favourite out of his brothers cried. “I can’t have a fat wife!”

“She’s pretty.” Ivar spoke quietly from his spot next to Ubbe. “And she has wide hips, great for bearing children.”

Hvisterk laughed, a cold and cruel laugh. “I will not be giving her my seed! I don’t want a fat pig like her having my children.”

Sigurd looked towards the hallway with a sad smile on his lips as Ubbe tried to make his brother see sense. “You’ll need to have a child or two with her, you’ll grow to love her Hvit.”

“No I don’t and I won’t. I’d rather have bastards than give that fat woman my seed.”

Even Ivar, the one that was the heartless out of them sighed in disappointment. “She seems nice.”

“You marry her then!” Hvitserk snapped.

“I would if I could.” The youngest shrugged. “But unfortunately for her she’s been promised to you.”

“Why unfortunately? She should be lucky.”

Ubbe blanked out the rest of the conversation turned argument between his brothers, gulping down the rest of his drink he stood up and bid his goodbyes, only slowing down when Sigurd called out his name. “She heard.”

“What?”

“Lady Y/n, she heard what our idiot brother was saying about her.”

“How-”

“I saw her Ubbe, she looked like she was going to cry. I mean I would too if I was her.”

“Hopefully it’s just the mead talking. Goodnight brother.”

In the three weeks that Lady Y/n and her brother was in Kattegat Hvitserk spent hardly any time with her, Ubbe watched as the brightness of her eyes dim with each day. On her wedding day she hardly smiled and when she did he could tell it was forced, that night he watched as his brother drank more and more then clumsily dragged his new wife towards his bedroom.

Margrethe giggled as she told him that Hvitserk had told her that he called his wife by the former thralls name as he emptied his seed inside her.

She wouldn’t have been giggling as if she had heard the funniest joke if she had known that her own husband was thinking of his brother’s new wife whilst he was inside of her.

He knew it was wrong, he was lucky to have married a woman he loved unlike his brother, he had always thought that Margrethe was beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on her - but Y/n, Y/n’s beauty would have made Freyja herself jealous. Every time he saw her give a genuine smile he wanted more, most preferably aimed at him. Her eyes would light up each time the children of Kattegat would come and speak to her, shyly handing her a flower they had plucked themselves from near the woods or gifting her a nice smooth pebble they had found - it always warmed his heart, unlike his wife’s attitude towards the innocent little ones, always turning her nose up at them and dismissing them as if they were nothing. He wanted nothing more than to be able to call Y/n his wife, to be able to feel her smooth skin under his rough hands - the thought of being able to feel her curves and plumb skin always had his length swell. And most importantly he wanted nothing more to do the very thing that Hvitserk was denying himself of - starting a family.

“Ah! P-Prince Ubbe.” Hearing her startled voice had him snapping out of his memories, shaking his head in confusion he didn’t realise that his feet had led him to his brother and sister in laws cottage. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Blue, normally bright but now dark due to the night sky, eyes noticed the red and purple stains on her apron, a small smile appeared on his lips knowing that she was probably making her infamous cake that he and Ivar loved so much. In her arms held several pieces of chopped wood. “What are you doing?”

“Dropping these off to the neighbour, her husband has died recently and she’s been left with three children, one being a newborn,” lifting the logs higher. “and I chopped way to many this morning so I’m giving them to her.”

Always thoughtful, always generous. He thought to himself. “Here, let me help you.”

“Thank you.” Handing over the logs carefully she turned and picked up a basket. “I have filled it with some food and some clothes I had made for the babe.”

His heart ached in his chest. He knew for fact that she didn’t make those clothes for her neighbours newborn babe, but for her own. Despite hearing Hvitserk’s words that night she thought that maybe the gods would have allowed the seed he had planted in her womb to take place after their wedding night even when he was rough as he took her maidenhood, fucking her as if she meant nothing to him, spilling his seed with another woman’s name falling from his lips - but it never did, but that didn’t stop her from making them, she had hoped that the words she heard from her soon to be husband would have just been that, words, that maybe he would have grown to love her and that they could be happy. Now over a year into their marriage she was only touched once by her husband, she gave up that hope, that dream of having her own children, the basket beside the fireplace that began filling up with baby clothes was left abandoned, just as she was.

“Y/n-”

“It’s fine.” She smiled softly up at him. Guiding him towards the neighbour, Ubbe couldn’t force his wandering eyes away from the sway of her hips, smiling warmly at the neighbour as she profusely thanked Y/n for everything. “Would you like come in?”

He hadn’t even realised that they were back at her cottage. “Yes please.” The warmth of her home she shared with his brother was so different from his own home, how? he couldn’t really explain, maybe it was because she did everything in the home, she no longer had any thralls freeing them after she walked in on Hvitserk having sex with one of them in their marital bed. Or maybe it was the way her home was always so inviting and cosy or maybe it was just because it was her home. But what ever the reason was, he knew that he was happier being in her home than he was at his own cottage that he shared with his wife.

“Would you like something to eat?”

Despite him already having something to eat, his stomach growled, he didn’t even get to finish his meal in the hall. Nodding with a soft smile on his face he looked up at her from the seat he was occupying at the table. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay.” Gently placing the plate in front of him, she grabbed her own and sat down across from him. “It would have gone to waste anyway.”

“You did this for him?”

“Of course, he is my husband.” Dropping her knife and fork she stood up and rushed over to the counter and grabbed the jug full of mead and a cup. “I forgot to offer this for you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Now sit and eat, I can fill my own cup.” Pouring his drink his eyebrows pulled together when he noticed that she didn’t have a cup too. “Do you not want a drink?”

“Oh no, thank you though.”

As they ate in comfortable silence, the only sound coming from inside the cottage was the crackling from the fireplace and Ubbe sighing with each bite in satisfaction at the taste of her cooking. “That was delicious Y/n.”

Her cheeks turned red at his compliment. “Thank you.” Standing up once more, she took his plate and hers away from the table.

“You haven’t finish your food?”

“It is fine, I’m not hungry anymore.” He nodded though he was skeptical. “He isn’t coming back tonight, is he?”

Gulping down the rest of his drink, he tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m not sure.”

“He probably won’t.” She shrugged as she washed the plates. “He only comes back when he needs clean clothes, leaving me with his dirty ones that I have to clean and sow.”

There was no malice in her voice as she spoke, to him it sounded as she had just given up. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about prince Ubbe.”

“He is my brother, I have to apologise for his behaviour and actions towards you and your marriage.”

“He’s not bad.” She sighed as he pulled a face. “He doesn’t hit me, he doesn’t force me to lay with him, he gives me enough coin for each month, so no, he isn’t a bad husband.”

“Just because he doesn’t hit you or rape you doesn’t make him a good husband, he’s left you alone whilst he chases after other women.”

“Your wife being one of them.” She says softly. “He is happy, that’s all that matters.”

It was his turn to sigh, he couldn’t argue with her, but he truly thought that after his brother married that the agreement of sharing Margrethe would have come to an end. “And what of your happiness?”

“It does not matter.”

“Yes it does.”

“I am happy.” It was a lie, she knew that and so did he. “I would like you to leave now please, I’m tired.” Another lie but she didn’t want to keep having this conversation.

“Very well, goodnight princess.”

Three months later Ubbe spent most of his time with Y/n, helping her with everything ranging from: chopping wood, hunting, cooking, cleaning and she had even taught him how to correctly sow. He truly enjoyed every second he spent with her - even when she did laugh at him when he somehow managed to trip over the broom he was using to sweep up.

He loved just sitting in front of the fireplace with her and talk about everything and anything, he learned so much about her - things that he doubted his brother even knew. His muscles would finally relax whenever he was with her, she became a home to him, he was able to be himself and talk about his dreams of being a simple farmer - he remembered the time he told Margrethe about his dream, she just laughed at him, but not Y/n, no she smiled softly at him and told him that he would be an amazing farmer with so many cute animals.

It was easy being with Y/n, it was easy for him to fall in love with her.

The brothers had decided to go into the woods where they could practice, Ubbe listened as Ivar and Sigurd argued about whose arrow had hit the target in the eye - both claiming it was their own, when only one was correct and of course it was Ivars but he kept quiet. His bright blue eyes searched for Hvitserk, rolling them when he found him, he was kissing a woman who Ubbe had never seen before.

The youngest two of them pulled a face when Hvitserk came jogging up to them. “I’m going to the cabin.” Without waiting for a response he jogged back over to the woman and took her by the hand and lead them away towards where the cabin sat.

“I’m going to go.” Ubbe said interrupting his two brothers who carried on their argument. “And Sigurd it was Ivars.”

The blond groaned whilst the youngest laughed. “Are you going to see Y/n?”

“What?” Ivar just smirked at him. “How do you know?”

“I know everything brother.” Tapping the side of his head. “And plus you brought me a slice of cake, knowing I only like the ones that Y/n makes.”

“Don’t say anything.” Ubbe pointed to his brothers. “It’s nothing, okay? I’m just spending time with her because she’s lonely.”

“And because you love her.” Sigurd laughed whilst Ivar nodded in agreement. “I think this will be the only time that me and the cripple will ever agree on anything, but we promise not to say anything.”

“Yes, snakey here is right. You deserve to be happy Ubbe.”

Ubbe couldn’t believe what he was hearing honestly, all four of them would argue and even fight with each other but Ivar and Sigurd, never ever got on, never really had anything nice to say about the other. Y/n wasn’t going to believe him when he told her. “You won’t tell Hvitserk?”

“Why would we tell him? He’s been a terrible husband to her.”

“Right. Okay, well I’m going to go, please don’t kill each other whilst I’m gone.”

Plucking a flower from the ground he held it carefully in his hand as he made his way towards the cottage, with a smile on his face he knocked twice on the wooden door. His eyebrows pulled together with worry and confusion as she had yet to answer, he only relaxed when he heard her sweet voice. “Hi-” he cut himself off as her face came into view. Her pretty face was bruised. A cut on her cheek and across her chin. Her left eye slightly swollen. And when he looked down his fists clenched even tighter, a dark bruise was covering her neck. “Who did this?”

“I-it doesn’t matter.” Her voice hoarse and not soft like it always is.

“Who, Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Gently pushing her back so he could step inside, he kicked the door shut behind him. From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of her table on its side and several chairs had been destroyed, her things had been thrown around the room - his heart clenched when he saw the small jewellery box that her father had made for her a few months before he passed away, on the floor and broken. “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Hvitserk?”

“No! No it wasn’t him.” Sitting down on the only chair that hadn’t been broken, she sighed. “A man, he knocked on the door last night and I thought it was you, bu-but it wasn’t. Anyway he was angry because the woman he was supposed to marry was caught in the barn with Hvitserk, he said he doesn’t want to marry the prince’s whore.”

“What is his name?”

“I don’t know and that’s the truth.”

“What about her name?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “He has loads of women so it could be anyone.”

It was his brother’s fault. It was all Hvitserk’s fault. If he had just been faithful to his wife then a man wouldn’t have taken his anger out on sweet, kind, beautiful Y/n. She didn’t deserve it, she didn’t deserve a husband as cowardly as the one she got, she didn’t deserve to have her delicate skin damaged by a man who was angry, she didn’t deserve this man’s anger since it was aimed at the wrong person. She deserved better, a better life, a better husband. She deserved nothing but love, respect, happiness and devotion.

Ubbe wanted nothing more than to run up to the cabin where Hvitserk was currently fucking a woman that wasn’t his wife and beat some sense into him, then he would find the man who dared to put his dirty hands on his Y/n and make sure that this man didn’t have a seat at Odin’s table.

But then he looked down at her where she still sat on the chair, nervously twisting a bit of her dress in her hands. His brother and unknown man was going to have to wait for his anger. “Let me clean your wounds, okay?”

“You don’t-”

“I know.” Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her forehead and gathered everything he needed. Slowly and gently he cleaned the cuts on her cheek and chin, as he concentrated he could feel her eyes on him which caused his cheeks to tint red.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up.”

“I can do that.”

“I know you can but I’m here.” Putting down the broom he was using he gently pushed her to sit back down on the chair. “Just sit and relax.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiled softly at her before continuing his work, gently scolding her every time she tried to help and he even refused her help with turning the table on all fours. When he was finished he looked around the cottage and hated how much emptier it now seemed without her trinkets and jars. “I promise I’ll get you some new chairs and some new jars, oh I saw a really nice one yesterday on the market - I’ll go and see if it’s still there tomorrow.”

Cutting his rambling off. “You don’t need to do that Ubbe.”

“I know-”

“I know you know but it is not your responsibility to take care of this.”

“You’re right, it’s Hvitserks but do you really think he would?”

“No.” She sighed softly. “No he wouldn’t but it isn’t his responsibility either, it’s mine.”

His thin eyebrows pulled together and downwards as his face scrunched up in disgust. “You really think that? You are his wife! This is his home, he should be here taking care of you and not-”

“With another woman?” She cut him off. “He does not care for me, Ubbe. The only reason why that man didn’t kill me last night was because I begged him, I begged him to kill me, I begged and begged and unfortunately he didn’t.”

Taking a step back from her as if she had burnt him, the blue in his eyes went brighter due to the tears that wanted to fall. “W-what? Why? Why would you beg such a thing?”

“So I can be free, so that Hvitserk will be free. With me gone he’d be able to marry someone he truly loves, someone worthy of his time and love.” Stepping closer to him she slowly raised her hand to cup his face. “All I have ever wanted was to be loved, to be respected, to be able to share my life with someone but that won’t happen in this life and I’ve accepted that.”

“And that’s your reason to want to die? To leave me?” One of his hands went to her waist as the other held her hand that was still resting on his face. “My brother is a fool, but so am I. I thought I married someone for love but I didn’t know what love was until I met you. You don’t need to accept being lonely or being unloved because I’m here, I’m here to be by your side, I’m here to love you until my time comes and even then I will still love you.”

Tears streamed down her face freely as he spoke, through blurred vision she searched his eyes for any indication of him being untruthful with his words when she didn’t find any she did something that shocked not only herself but the man in front of her. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Her cheeks went bright red with embarrassment because just like Hvitserk on their wedding day, Ubbe didn’t kiss her back. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She stuttered in a whisper, feeling like the biggest idiot ever she began to pull away from him, frowning slightly when she realised that he wasn’t letting her go. Before she could say anything Ubbe smiled softly then he kissed her, it was slow at first which she was grateful for as this was the second time she had kissed someone but as it turned more heated she happily followed his lead.

He smiled to himself when he felt her hands beginning to tug on his clothes, he was more than happy to comply with her unspoken wishes and stood proudly before her naked as the day as he was born. Laying her down gently on the softest of furs in front of the lit fireplace, he couldn’t tear his lips away from hers as his hands roamed her frame - when he finally removed her dress off his eyes turned even darker with lust, with admiration, with love. Moving ever so slowly down her naked body he left a trail of wet kisses, repeating his actions when he thought he had left a spot untouched by his lips, licking his lips he locked eyes with hers as he began devouring her just like the meaning of his name, he was truly a wolf as her limbs became weak and floppy. He couldn’t wait no longer, he needed to feel her around him, kissing her passionately, he smiled softly at her, never have I ever seen more of a beautiful sight he thought to himself as he began pushing his hardness into her, both sighing in content at the feeling of them joining as one.

Keeping himself buried deep inside her as they came down from their peaks praises of how well she did and how amazing she is fell from his lips in between kissing every inch of her face. A shocked gasp came from her when he picked her body up from off the ground he promised her that she was fine, carrying her in his arms he walked the both of them into her bedroom where he placed her gently on the bed that she shared with his brother. Her scent filled his senses as he slid into the comfy bed, no traces of his brother was present as his wrapped his arms around her, he fell asleep not long after she did, falling asleep before whispering I love you into her braided hair, falling asleep happily with her wrapped up in his strong arms.

For a whole two weeks none of Ubbes family saw him and Margrethe hadn’t even realised as she was too busy with Hvitserk. And what Ubbe didn’t know was that Ivar and Sigurd were actually covering for him whenever Aslaug questioned his whereabouts.

But unfortunately the boys were running out of excuses, so they made their way towards Y/n’s cottage. “Knock then.”

“No you do it.”

“I’m a cripple!”

“And that means that you can’t knock on a door?”

“Yes.”

“It’s your legs that don’t work, not your arms.” Sigurd huffed as his brother smiled up at him sarcastically. “Fine.”

Neither one of them realising that Ubbe and Y/n were struggling to hold back their laughter behind the door at hearing the brothers little argument. Opening the door just as Sigurd was about to knock Ubbe cocked his head to the side. “What can we do for you two?”

“Mother keeps asking for you and we are now running out of excuses.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, we haven’t told anyone where you have been really.”

“Thanks.” Facing Y/n he cupped her face gently. “Are you ready?”

In all the time Sigurd and Ivar had known Y/n they had never seen her have a genuine smile on her face, but they see it as she looks up at their older brother. “I’m ready.”

Ivar looked up at Sigurd giving him a questioning look, the blond shrugged and asked. “What’s going on?”

“I’m going to ask mother to grant me and Y/n a divorce from Margrethe and Hvitserk.” Tucking in a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And then we will get married.”

Sigurd smiled. “I’m sure she will.”

“And I’m sure the thrall and the fool will be angry.” Ivar smiled.

All four of them made their way towards the great hall, Ubbes hand gently holding Y/n’s, squeezing softly when he felt her tense up as they got closer to the building. Aslaug was sat upon her throne, squinting slightly when she saw the two holding hands, a subtle grin on her lips. “Sons, Y/n.”

“Mother.” As Ubbe took a step forward towards his mother Hvitserk and Margrethe came around the corner, the prince with his arm around the former thralls waist, both giggling. “Queen Aslaug I’m here to ask you to grant me a divorce from my wife.”

That got the pair to stop giggling. Hvitserks arm slipping slowly from Margrethe’s waist.

“What?” The blonde woman stuttered.

Aslaug nodded, not letting Ubbe answer. “Divorce granted.”

“Thank you.”

“You can’t do this!” Margrethe shouted. “On what grounds? Y-you need a reason!”

“He is a prince, he doesn’t need a reason.” Aslaug responded. “I assume you wish for a divorce too, Y/n.”

She could feel Hvitserks green eyes burning the side of her face, she tried to ignore it as best as she could as she took a deep breath. “Yes please.”

“Divorce granted.”

“No! No she’s my wife!” Y/n flinched at his shouting causing Ubbe and Sigurd to stand protectively in front of her. “Mother you can’t do this, she’s my wife.”

Ubbe went to speak but Aslaug held her hand up to silence him, standing up she made her way down the steps and stood in front of her second son. “Your wife? I have seen the way you have treated her, I have heard the whispers about the countless of women who you have decided to spend your time with.” Cupping his face in her hands. “She should never have been your wife Hvitserk.”

“But-”

“No. No buts. You never deserved her.” Walking up to Ubbe and Y/n, she smiled warmly. “He does, and he will be a better husband to her than you ever was and they will have the life they have always wanted.” Her grey-blue eyes went to Y/n’s stomach, a warm smile on her lips. Aslaug knew, she knew because she had a dream, a dream of her oldest son and his wife living on a farm surrounded by animals that Y/n had named even against Ubbes advice not to, her daughter in law was heavily pregnant and her son couldn’t take his hands off of her. She had never seen her son so happy before. When Aslaug woke up she was confused because she didn’t know the woman in her dream, not until a few hours later when the ship carrying the woman Hvitserk was to marry pulled up to the docks.

“But she’s mine!” Her second son shouted.

“If she was truly yours then you would have looked after her better.” She remarked. “Ubbe, Y/n you both have my blessing to marry.”

“Thank you mother.”

A month later the two got married, Hvitserk refused to show up to the wedding whilst Margrethe was held back by the queens guards. Two days before the wedding Y/n found out that she was with child when she told Ubbe, he fell to his knees and pressed several kisses to her covered stomach, promises falling from his lips of how he was going to love the babe and protect them no matter what. Aslaug had a knowing smile on her face before they even had the chance to tell her.

Hvitserk was beyond angry when he found out that Y/n was pregnant, to him she had betrayed him, and he wanted justice. Showing up at the cottage he was given by his mother as a wedding gift he was shocked to find the place completely empty. “She’s not here.” He practically jumped out of his skin at hearing a voice behind him.

“Where is she?”

“With her husband.”

“I’m her husband.” Turning around he saw Ivar sitting upon an empty crate. “She’s my wife and yet I don’t see her anywhere, do you?”

“Ah but you’re not her husband anymore, are you? No, our big brother is.”

“She belongs to me!”

“Nope, not anymore she doesn’t.”

“Where are they?”

“Did you know that Ubbe killed the man who attacked Y/n?” Ivar asked instead. “You probably didn’t, me and Sigurd was there and I do have to say that Ubbe didn’t go easy on the guy.”

Frowning and shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

“See you later.”

“Wait, where are you going? You didn’t tell me what happened.”

“I’m going?” Ivar laughed. “Did you not hear me?”

“Ivar stop playing games! What happened to Y/n?”

“When?”

“Don’t-”

“She was attacked.”

“What? When? Who did it?”

Ivar laughed again. “Don’t act like you actually care because you never did before. It happened when you were busy fucking another woman. It was done by a guy who caught you and his fiancé fucking in a barn.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I don’t want to hear it and neither would Y/n and Ubbe.” Settling himself onto the ground Ivar looked up at his brother. “Whatever the reason you had when you came here just leave them alone Hvitserk. You had your chance and lost it because you couldn’t keep it in your trousers.”

Hvitserk went inside the cottage that Y/n had made a home for the two of them and the children he swore he would never give her, sitting down on the cold wooden flooring, he pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. The reality and realisation of what he once had and what he had lost had finally caught up to him.

“Ubbe!”

“Yes my love?”

“Lady Penelope has given birth!”

Walking over to where Y/n was resting against the fence, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Twelve piglets, not bad.”

“She did so well.”

A few days after Ubbe and Y/n was married, they moved to the farm house that had been abandoned for a couple of years, after several weeks of fixing up the house with the help of Sigurd and Ivar - it became a warm and welcoming home.

Hvitserk came to visit once, he apologised to Y/n for the way he treated her during their marriage and gave her and Ubbe his blessing for them to marry - which left Ubbe unable to control his laughter seen as though they were already married and he didn’t need his brothers so called blessing.

Aslaug watched from her spot on the bench with Sigurd sitting next to her and Ivar sitting on the floor as Ubbe kept his hand on Y/n’s back, from where she was sat she couldn’t hear what the two were saying but she could see genuine smiles and hear their laughter. Looking down at Aesir who was using Ivar as a climbing frame she smiled softly. “I think he likes you.”

“Of course he does, I’m his favourite.” Ivar chuckled. “Aren’t I Aesir?” The two year old just giggled and put his little hand into Ivars mouth.

“I’m going to be the next ones favourite.” Sigurd commented. “It shouldn’t be long now before the babe comes.” Aslaug sighed and blocked out the bickering between her two sons, and kept watching Ubbe and Y/n.

Ubbe placed his hands on his wife’s large bump, absolutely loving the feeling of their child move around, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hvitserk was a fool who lost the best thing he would ever have, and for that Ubbe was forever thankful.

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Hi i absolutely love your writing I just saw on Bucky’s masterlist that you have another series out, I’ve read all of them and love them - what’s the new series about and when will it be out?

I hope you have a wonderful day🩷

Hi, thank you - it truly means a lot!❤️

Another series! It started out as a oneshot but I ended up with so many different ideas so I’ve turned it into a series. It’s an immortal witch reader who gets captured by Hydra (don’t want to give too much away sorry) and I’ll be posting it when I’ve finished writing, I’m currently on chapter 7 (I don’t know how many chapters are left yet)

I hope you have a wonderful day too🤍

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Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Tony move in a house together.

Word count: 667

Warnings: angst and fluff. pepper isn’t Morgan’s mum. age gap readers of age don’t worry.

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The day you told Tony that you was pregnant he cried and held you tightly in his arms, thanking you for everything.

First time the baby kicked his eyes doubled in size as his hand refused to move from your stomach. He laid down, head going to the bump and whispering how much he loved them already.

Apologies spilled from his lips when he showed up late to the gender scan, covered in fresh cuts and bruises and slightly out of breath, his heart stopped when he heard it was a girl. Already thinking of all the ways he could spoil her.

Giving birth was the thing you was most terrified off - the pain, something going wrong. But having Tony holding your hand the whole way through made it so much easier. As she was placed on to your chest Tony leaned over and kissed your very sweaty forehead. He thanked you over and over for ‘giving him the best life he could have ever hoped’.

There was people some you knew some you had never seen in your life and probably never would meet all had something to say about yours and Tony’s relationship. He had just turned 40 and you was turning 26, even with the fourteen year age difference between you two it didn’t bother you in the slightest. People had all sorts of problems and things to say about you, the three main ones that stuck and played on your mind were, one- you was a gold digger, two - you had daddy issues, three - you was probably really dumb. 

The first time he brought you something you handed it back to him. Point blank refusing to accept a gift that cost more than your car. You did learn early on after you met Tony that his way of showing love is through gifts, the look in his eyes pained you that night as you handed the gift back. You didn’t accept any money from him no matter what.

You didn’t have daddy issues as you grew up in a loving home with a father who loved and supported you until his dying day. So no, that wasn’t true.

Being called dumb hurt you, you wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack but you got by. Okay maybe they was on to something there.

Now when the world found out that you was pregnant everyone said that you had ‘won in life’ you trapped a billionaire by getting pregnant. When you read that you cried, you told Tony that if he wanted to leave he could but all he did was shake his head and told you that he wasn’t going anywhere. Tony taught you how not to listen to the hateful comments coming from strangers. He knew you was with him for him and not his money or fame, and that was one of the many reasons he was so in love with you.

Now Morgan’s turning three, and it was finally time for him to retire. Move into the home you both designed and help build, well all you did was place a brick on top of the half built wall and called it a day but still you chipped in.

Walking around the now empty penthouse you had called home you walk into the bedroom that once was yours and Tony’s.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“I’m fine my love, are you?”

“I’m fine, I won’t lie I’m sad about leaving but I can’t wait for our new chapter to start”

He walks over, pulling you in for a kiss whispering ‘I love you’. You stand holding each other until-

“Mummy daddy let’s go!” Morgan screams from behind you two.

Tony chuckles as he picks up Morgan “come on then little monkey”

Taking one last look at your former home, you slip your hand into Tony’s.

"So, this is it, I guess?" You say sadly.

“Come on my love and little monkey, let’s start our new chapter”

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Pairing: Ubbe Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader / Hvitserk Ragnarsson x plus size fem!Reader

Summary: Ubbe falls in love with his brothers wife.

Word count: 5,818

Warnings: fluff. angst. cheating. fat shaming. assault on reader (not detailed). mentions of sex. slight mention of rape but it doesn’t happen! smut(?). wanting to die (but not suicide / I honestly don’t know how to word it I’m sorry.)

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Hvitserk was a fool.

Hvitserk was truly the biggest fool Ubbe had ever known.

He had a beautiful wife. A beautiful, kind, loving, sweet wife, sitting at home all alone whilst he was sat in the great hall with a woman sitting on his lap, one hand disappearing under her skirts as the other one cupped her face whilst his tongue was practically down her throat.

Ubbe was having to bite his tongue to keep himself quiet as Margrethe sat tense beside him, her normally bright blue eyes turned darker when the woman sat upon Hvitserks lap began moaning softly, Ubbe knew exactly why his wife was tense, she was jealous. Jealous of the woman who was sitting on her married brother in laws lap, jealous of the woman that would be warming her married brother in laws bed that night and not her.

He knew that his wife warmed more than just his brothers bed, of course he did, he was there most times, but ever since Hvisterk married the woman who now sat in their small cottage all alone - those moments were now rare. Not knowing that his wife and brother were now meeting up in secret. In all truth, he thought that his brother wouldn’t be seeking other skirts to chase, not when he had such a beautiful wife awaiting him at home every night.

The woman’s unabashed loud moans had Ubbe slamming down his knife and fork on the table. “Do you really have to do that here whilst we are trying to eat?”

“What’s your problem?” Hvisterk asked amused as he finally pulled himself away from the woman’s neck where he was decorating it in marks.

Choosing to ignore his brother he turned to the woman. “You do know he is married, right?”

“So?” She giggled in a breathless moan. “I don’t see her here, do you?”

Without saying another word to anyone he stood up and walked out of the hall. His brothers wife, so sweet and caring didn’t deserve a husband like the one she was given, Ubbe thought as he walked away from his brothers and wife, ignoring their calls for him to come back.

The first time he saw the woman who was going to marry his brother was nearly two years prior, her father was an Earl from the neighbouring village who had fought alongside Ragnar in every battle his father had. Ubbe stood by his nervous brother laughing lightly at Sigurds and Ivars taunts as the longboat came to a halt next to the docks, the young woman was accompanied only by her older brother as her father had died three years earlier, the first thing he had noticed was that her body was bigger than the women in Kattegat - filling out the pretty dress better than anyone else who would have worn it. As she got closer he couldn’t remove his eyes away from her face, it truly was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her wide, bright eyes were kept on the queen as introductions were made. His feet wanted to step forward when Aslaug said. “This is my son, the one you’ll marry.” But unfortunately his name wasn’t called, no, no it was Hvisterk, the one that had scratch marks on his back given to him by the farmers wife, knowing that fact had acid burning in his throat.

That night after everyone had gone to bed, the four brothers gathered around the hearth with cups of mead. “I can’t marry her.”

“Why?” Sigurd questioned.

“She’s fat!” His favourite out of his brothers cried. “I can’t have a fat wife!”

“She’s pretty.” Ivar spoke quietly from his spot next to Ubbe. “And she has wide hips, great for bearing children.”

Hvisterk laughed, a cold and cruel laugh. “I will not be giving her my seed! I don’t want a fat pig like her having my children.”

Sigurd looked towards the hallway with a sad smile on his lips as Ubbe tried to make his brother see sense. “You’ll need to have a child or two with her, you’ll grow to love her Hvit.”

“No I don’t and I won’t. I’d rather have bastards than give that fat woman my seed.”

Even Ivar, the one that was the heartless out of them sighed in disappointment. “She seems nice.”

“You marry her then!” Hvitserk snapped.

“I would if I could.” The youngest shrugged. “But unfortunately for her she’s been promised to you.”

“Why unfortunately? She should be lucky.”

Ubbe blanked out the rest of the conversation turned argument between his brothers, gulping down the rest of his drink he stood up and bid his goodbyes, only slowing down when Sigurd called out his name. “She heard.”

“What?”

“Lady Y/n, she heard what our idiot brother was saying about her.”

“How-”

“I saw her Ubbe, she looked like she was going to cry. I mean I would too if I was her.”

“Hopefully it’s just the mead talking. Goodnight brother.”

In the three weeks that Lady Y/n and her brother was in Kattegat Hvitserk spent hardly any time with her, Ubbe watched as the brightness of her eyes dim with each day. On her wedding day she hardly smiled and when she did he could tell it was forced, that night he watched as his brother drank more and more then clumsily dragged his new wife towards his bedroom.

Margrethe giggled as she told him that Hvitserk had told her that he called his wife by the former thralls name as he emptied his seed inside her.

She wouldn’t have been giggling as if she had heard the funniest joke if she had known that her own husband was thinking of his brother’s new wife whilst he was inside of her.

He knew it was wrong, he was lucky to have married a woman he loved unlike his brother, he had always thought that Margrethe was beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on her - but Y/n, Y/n’s beauty would have made Freyja herself jealous. Every time he saw her give a genuine smile he wanted more, most preferably aimed at him. Her eyes would light up each time the children of Kattegat would come and speak to her, shyly handing her a flower they had plucked themselves from near the woods or gifting her a nice smooth pebble they had found - it always warmed his heart, unlike his wife’s attitude towards the innocent little ones, always turning her nose up at them and dismissing them as if they were nothing. He wanted nothing more than to be able to call Y/n his wife, to be able to feel her smooth skin under his rough hands - the thought of being able to feel her curves and plumb skin always had his length swell. And most importantly he wanted nothing more to do the very thing that Hvitserk was denying himself of - starting a family.

“Ah! P-Prince Ubbe.” Hearing her startled voice had him snapping out of his memories, shaking his head in confusion he didn’t realise that his feet had led him to his brother and sister in laws cottage. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Blue, normally bright but now dark due to the night sky, eyes noticed the red and purple stains on her apron, a small smile appeared on his lips knowing that she was probably making her infamous cake that he and Ivar loved so much. In her arms held several pieces of chopped wood. “What are you doing?”

“Dropping these off to the neighbour, her husband has died recently and she’s been left with three children, one being a newborn,” lifting the logs higher. “and I chopped way to many this morning so I’m giving them to her.”

Always thoughtful, always generous. He thought to himself. “Here, let me help you.”

“Thank you.” Handing over the logs carefully she turned and picked up a basket. “I have filled it with some food and some clothes I had made for the babe.”

His heart ached in his chest. He knew for fact that she didn’t make those clothes for her neighbours newborn babe, but for her own. Despite hearing Hvitserk’s words that night she thought that maybe the gods would have allowed the seed he had planted in her womb to take place after their wedding night even when he was rough as he took her maidenhood, fucking her as if she meant nothing to him, spilling his seed with another woman’s name falling from his lips - but it never did, but that didn’t stop her from making them, she had hoped that the words she heard from her soon to be husband would have just been that, words, that maybe he would have grown to love her and that they could be happy. Now over a year into their marriage she was only touched once by her husband, she gave up that hope, that dream of having her own children, the basket beside the fireplace that began filling up with baby clothes was left abandoned, just as she was.

“Y/n-”

“It’s fine.” She smiled softly up at him. Guiding him towards the neighbour, Ubbe couldn’t force his wandering eyes away from the sway of her hips, smiling warmly at the neighbour as she profusely thanked Y/n for everything. “Would you like come in?”

He hadn’t even realised that they were back at her cottage. “Yes please.” The warmth of her home she shared with his brother was so different from his own home, how? he couldn’t really explain, maybe it was because she did everything in the home, she no longer had any thralls freeing them after she walked in on Hvitserk having sex with one of them in their marital bed. Or maybe it was the way her home was always so inviting and cosy or maybe it was just because it was her home. But what ever the reason was, he knew that he was happier being in her home than he was at his own cottage that he shared with his wife.

“Would you like something to eat?”

Despite him already having something to eat, his stomach growled, he didn’t even get to finish his meal in the hall. Nodding with a soft smile on his face he looked up at her from the seat he was occupying at the table. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay.” Gently placing the plate in front of him, she grabbed her own and sat down across from him. “It would have gone to waste anyway.”

“You did this for him?”

“Of course, he is my husband.” Dropping her knife and fork she stood up and rushed over to the counter and grabbed the jug full of mead and a cup. “I forgot to offer this for you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Now sit and eat, I can fill my own cup.” Pouring his drink his eyebrows pulled together when he noticed that she didn’t have a cup too. “Do you not want a drink?”

“Oh no, thank you though.”

As they ate in comfortable silence, the only sound coming from inside the cottage was the crackling from the fireplace and Ubbe sighing with each bite in satisfaction at the taste of her cooking. “That was delicious Y/n.”

Her cheeks turned red at his compliment. “Thank you.” Standing up once more, she took his plate and hers away from the table.

“You haven’t finish your food?”

“It is fine, I’m not hungry anymore.” He nodded though he was skeptical. “He isn’t coming back tonight, is he?”

Gulping down the rest of his drink, he tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m not sure.”

“He probably won’t.” She shrugged as she washed the plates. “He only comes back when he needs clean clothes, leaving me with his dirty ones that I have to clean and sow.”

There was no malice in her voice as she spoke, to him it sounded as she had just given up. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about prince Ubbe.”

“He is my brother, I have to apologise for his behaviour and actions towards you and your marriage.”

“He’s not bad.” She sighed as he pulled a face. “He doesn’t hit me, he doesn’t force me to lay with him, he gives me enough coin for each month, so no, he isn’t a bad husband.”

“Just because he doesn’t hit you or rape you doesn’t make him a good husband, he’s left you alone whilst he chases after other women.”

“Your wife being one of them.” She says softly. “He is happy, that’s all that matters.”

It was his turn to sigh, he couldn’t argue with her, but he truly thought that after his brother married that the agreement of sharing Margrethe would have come to an end. “And what of your happiness?”

“It does not matter.”

“Yes it does.”

“I am happy.” It was a lie, she knew that and so did he. “I would like you to leave now please, I’m tired.” Another lie but she didn’t want to keep having this conversation.

“Very well, goodnight princess.”

Three months later Ubbe spent most of his time with Y/n, helping her with everything ranging from: chopping wood, hunting, cooking, cleaning and she had even taught him how to correctly sow. He truly enjoyed every second he spent with her - even when she did laugh at him when he somehow managed to trip over the broom he was using to sweep up.

He loved just sitting in front of the fireplace with her and talk about everything and anything, he learned so much about her - things that he doubted his brother even knew. His muscles would finally relax whenever he was with her, she became a home to him, he was able to be himself and talk about his dreams of being a simple farmer - he remembered the time he told Margrethe about his dream, she just laughed at him, but not Y/n, no she smiled softly at him and told him that he would be an amazing farmer with so many cute animals.

It was easy being with Y/n, it was easy for him to fall in love with her.

The brothers had decided to go into the woods where they could practice, Ubbe listened as Ivar and Sigurd argued about whose arrow had hit the target in the eye - both claiming it was their own, when only one was correct and of course it was Ivars but he kept quiet. His bright blue eyes searched for Hvitserk, rolling them when he found him, he was kissing a woman who Ubbe had never seen before.

The youngest two of them pulled a face when Hvitserk came jogging up to them. “I’m going to the cabin.” Without waiting for a response he jogged back over to the woman and took her by the hand and lead them away towards where the cabin sat.

“I’m going to go.” Ubbe said interrupting his two brothers who carried on their argument. “And Sigurd it was Ivars.”

The blond groaned whilst the youngest laughed. “Are you going to see Y/n?”

“What?” Ivar just smirked at him. “How do you know?”

“I know everything brother.” Tapping the side of his head. “And plus you brought me a slice of cake, knowing I only like the ones that Y/n makes.”

“Don’t say anything.” Ubbe pointed to his brothers. “It’s nothing, okay? I’m just spending time with her because she’s lonely.”

“And because you love her.” Sigurd laughed whilst Ivar nodded in agreement. “I think this will be the only time that me and the cripple will ever agree on anything, but we promise not to say anything.”

“Yes, snakey here is right. You deserve to be happy Ubbe.”

Ubbe couldn’t believe what he was hearing honestly, all four of them would argue and even fight with each other but Ivar and Sigurd, never ever got on, never really had anything nice to say about the other. Y/n wasn’t going to believe him when he told her. “You won’t tell Hvitserk?”

“Why would we tell him? He’s been a terrible husband to her.”

“Right. Okay, well I’m going to go, please don’t kill each other whilst I’m gone.”

Plucking a flower from the ground he held it carefully in his hand as he made his way towards the cottage, with a smile on his face he knocked twice on the wooden door. His eyebrows pulled together with worry and confusion as she had yet to answer, he only relaxed when he heard her sweet voice. “Hi-” he cut himself off as her face came into view. Her pretty face was bruised. A cut on her cheek and across her chin. Her left eye slightly swollen. And when he looked down his fists clenched even tighter, a dark bruise was covering her neck. “Who did this?”

“I-it doesn’t matter.” Her voice hoarse and not soft like it always is.

“Who, Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Gently pushing her back so he could step inside, he kicked the door shut behind him. From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of her table on its side and several chairs had been destroyed, her things had been thrown around the room - his heart clenched when he saw the small jewellery box that her father had made for her a few months before he passed away, on the floor and broken. “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Hvitserk?”

“No! No it wasn’t him.” Sitting down on the only chair that hadn’t been broken, she sighed. “A man, he knocked on the door last night and I thought it was you, bu-but it wasn’t. Anyway he was angry because the woman he was supposed to marry was caught in the barn with Hvitserk, he said he doesn’t want to marry the prince’s whore.”

“What is his name?”

“I don’t know and that’s the truth.”

“What about her name?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “He has loads of women so it could be anyone.”

It was his brother’s fault. It was all Hvitserk’s fault. If he had just been faithful to his wife then a man wouldn’t have taken his anger out on sweet, kind, beautiful Y/n. She didn’t deserve it, she didn’t deserve a husband as cowardly as the one she got, she didn’t deserve to have her delicate skin damaged by a man who was angry, she didn’t deserve this man’s anger since it was aimed at the wrong person. She deserved better, a better life, a better husband. She deserved nothing but love, respect, happiness and devotion.

Ubbe wanted nothing more than to run up to the cabin where Hvitserk was currently fucking a woman that wasn’t his wife and beat some sense into him, then he would find the man who dared to put his dirty hands on his Y/n and make sure that this man didn’t have a seat at Odin’s table.

But then he looked down at her where she still sat on the chair, nervously twisting a bit of her dress in her hands. His brother and unknown man was going to have to wait for his anger. “Let me clean your wounds, okay?”

“You don’t-”

“I know.” Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her forehead and gathered everything he needed. Slowly and gently he cleaned the cuts on her cheek and chin, as he concentrated he could feel her eyes on him which caused his cheeks to tint red.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up.”

“I can do that.”

“I know you can but I’m here.” Putting down the broom he was using he gently pushed her to sit back down on the chair. “Just sit and relax.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiled softly at her before continuing his work, gently scolding her every time she tried to help and he even refused her help with turning the table on all fours. When he was finished he looked around the cottage and hated how much emptier it now seemed without her trinkets and jars. “I promise I’ll get you some new chairs and some new jars, oh I saw a really nice one yesterday on the market - I’ll go and see if it’s still there tomorrow.”

Cutting his rambling off. “You don’t need to do that Ubbe.”

“I know-”

“I know you know but it is not your responsibility to take care of this.”

“You’re right, it’s Hvitserks but do you really think he would?”

“No.” She sighed softly. “No he wouldn’t but it isn’t his responsibility either, it’s mine.”

His thin eyebrows pulled together and downwards as his face scrunched up in disgust. “You really think that? You are his wife! This is his home, he should be here taking care of you and not-”

“With another woman?” She cut him off. “He does not care for me, Ubbe. The only reason why that man didn’t kill me last night was because I begged him, I begged him to kill me, I begged and begged and unfortunately he didn’t.”

Taking a step back from her as if she had burnt him, the blue in his eyes went brighter due to the tears that wanted to fall. “W-what? Why? Why would you beg such a thing?”

“So I can be free, so that Hvitserk will be free. With me gone he’d be able to marry someone he truly loves, someone worthy of his time and love.” Stepping closer to him she slowly raised her hand to cup his face. “All I have ever wanted was to be loved, to be respected, to be able to share my life with someone but that won’t happen in this life and I’ve accepted that.”

“And that’s your reason to want to die? To leave me?” One of his hands went to her waist as the other held her hand that was still resting on his face. “My brother is a fool, but so am I. I thought I married someone for love but I didn’t know what love was until I met you. You don’t need to accept being lonely or being unloved because I’m here, I’m here to be by your side, I’m here to love you until my time comes and even then I will still love you.”

Tears streamed down her face freely as he spoke, through blurred vision she searched his eyes for any indication of him being untruthful with his words when she didn’t find any she did something that shocked not only herself but the man in front of her. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Her cheeks went bright red with embarrassment because just like Hvitserk on their wedding day, Ubbe didn’t kiss her back. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She stuttered in a whisper, feeling like the biggest idiot ever she began to pull away from him, frowning slightly when she realised that he wasn’t letting her go. Before she could say anything Ubbe smiled softly then he kissed her, it was slow at first which she was grateful for as this was the second time she had kissed someone but as it turned more heated she happily followed his lead.

He smiled to himself when he felt her hands beginning to tug on his clothes, he was more than happy to comply with her unspoken wishes and stood proudly before her naked as the day as he was born. Laying her down gently on the softest of furs in front of the lit fireplace, he couldn’t tear his lips away from hers as his hands roamed her frame - when he finally removed her dress off his eyes turned even darker with lust, with admiration, with love. Moving ever so slowly down her naked body he left a trail of wet kisses, repeating his actions when he thought he had left a spot untouched by his lips, licking his lips he locked eyes with hers as he began devouring her just like the meaning of his name, he was truly a wolf as her limbs became weak and floppy. He couldn’t wait no longer, he needed to feel her around him, kissing her passionately, he smiled softly at her, never have I ever seen more of a beautiful sight he thought to himself as he began pushing his hardness into her, both sighing in content at the feeling of them joining as one.

Keeping himself buried deep inside her as they came down from their peaks praises of how well she did and how amazing she is fell from his lips in between kissing every inch of her face. A shocked gasp came from her when he picked her body up from off the ground he promised her that she was fine, carrying her in his arms he walked the both of them into her bedroom where he placed her gently on the bed that she shared with his brother. Her scent filled his senses as he slid into the comfy bed, no traces of his brother was present as his wrapped his arms around her, he fell asleep not long after she did, falling asleep before whispering I love you into her braided hair, falling asleep happily with her wrapped up in his strong arms.

For a whole two weeks none of Ubbes family saw him and Margrethe hadn’t even realised as she was too busy with Hvitserk. And what Ubbe didn’t know was that Ivar and Sigurd were actually covering for him whenever Aslaug questioned his whereabouts.

But unfortunately the boys were running out of excuses, so they made their way towards Y/n’s cottage. “Knock then.”

“No you do it.”

“I’m a cripple!”

“And that means that you can’t knock on a door?”

“Yes.”

“It’s your legs that don’t work, not your arms.” Sigurd huffed as his brother smiled up at him sarcastically. “Fine.”

Neither one of them realising that Ubbe and Y/n were struggling to hold back their laughter behind the door at hearing the brothers little argument. Opening the door just as Sigurd was about to knock Ubbe cocked his head to the side. “What can we do for you two?”

“Mother keeps asking for you and we are now running out of excuses.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, we haven’t told anyone where you have been really.”

“Thanks.” Facing Y/n he cupped her face gently. “Are you ready?”

In all the time Sigurd and Ivar had known Y/n they had never seen her have a genuine smile on her face, but they see it as she looks up at their older brother. “I’m ready.”

Ivar looked up at Sigurd giving him a questioning look, the blond shrugged and asked. “What’s going on?”

“I’m going to ask mother to grant me and Y/n a divorce from Margrethe and Hvitserk.” Tucking in a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And then we will get married.”

Sigurd smiled. “I’m sure she will.”

“And I’m sure the thrall and the fool will be angry.” Ivar smiled.

All four of them made their way towards the great hall, Ubbes hand gently holding Y/n’s, squeezing softly when he felt her tense up as they got closer to the building. Aslaug was sat upon her throne, squinting slightly when she saw the two holding hands, a subtle grin on her lips. “Sons, Y/n.”

“Mother.” As Ubbe took a step forward towards his mother Hvitserk and Margrethe came around the corner, the prince with his arm around the former thralls waist, both giggling. “Queen Aslaug I’m here to ask you to grant me a divorce from my wife.”

That got the pair to stop giggling. Hvitserks arm slipping slowly from Margrethe’s waist.

“What?” The blonde woman stuttered.

Aslaug nodded, not letting Ubbe answer. “Divorce granted.”

“Thank you.”

“You can’t do this!” Margrethe shouted. “On what grounds? Y-you need a reason!”

“He is a prince, he doesn’t need a reason.” Aslaug responded. “I assume you wish for a divorce too, Y/n.”

She could feel Hvitserks green eyes burning the side of her face, she tried to ignore it as best as she could as she took a deep breath. “Yes please.”

“Divorce granted.”

“No! No she’s my wife!” Y/n flinched at his shouting causing Ubbe and Sigurd to stand protectively in front of her. “Mother you can’t do this, she’s my wife.”

Ubbe went to speak but Aslaug held her hand up to silence him, standing up she made her way down the steps and stood in front of her second son. “Your wife? I have seen the way you have treated her, I have heard the whispers about the countless of women who you have decided to spend your time with.” Cupping his face in her hands. “She should never have been your wife Hvitserk.”

“But-”

“No. No buts. You never deserved her.” Walking up to Ubbe and Y/n, she smiled warmly. “He does, and he will be a better husband to her than you ever was and they will have the life they have always wanted.” Her grey-blue eyes went to Y/n’s stomach, a warm smile on her lips. Aslaug knew, she knew because she had a dream, a dream of her oldest son and his wife living on a farm surrounded by animals that Y/n had named even against Ubbes advice not to, her daughter in law was heavily pregnant and her son couldn’t take his hands off of her. She had never seen her son so happy before. When Aslaug woke up she was confused because she didn’t know the woman in her dream, not until a few hours later when the ship carrying the woman Hvitserk was to marry pulled up to the docks.

“But she’s mine!” Her second son shouted.

“If she was truly yours then you would have looked after her better.” She remarked. “Ubbe, Y/n you both have my blessing to marry.”

“Thank you mother.”

A month later the two got married, Hvitserk refused to show up to the wedding whilst Margrethe was held back by the queens guards. Two days before the wedding Y/n found out that she was with child when she told Ubbe, he fell to his knees and pressed several kisses to her covered stomach, promises falling from his lips of how he was going to love the babe and protect them no matter what. Aslaug had a knowing smile on her face before they even had the chance to tell her.

Hvitserk was beyond angry when he found out that Y/n was pregnant, to him she had betrayed him, and he wanted justice. Showing up at the cottage he was given by his mother as a wedding gift he was shocked to find the place completely empty. “She’s not here.” He practically jumped out of his skin at hearing a voice behind him.

“Where is she?”

“With her husband.”

“I’m her husband.” Turning around he saw Ivar sitting upon an empty crate. “She’s my wife and yet I don’t see her anywhere, do you?”

“Ah but you’re not her husband anymore, are you? No, our big brother is.”

“She belongs to me!”

“Nope, not anymore she doesn’t.”

“Where are they?”

“Did you know that Ubbe killed the man who attacked Y/n?” Ivar asked instead. “You probably didn’t, me and Sigurd was there and I do have to say that Ubbe didn’t go easy on the guy.”

Frowning and shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

“See you later.”

“Wait, where are you going? You didn’t tell me what happened.”

“I’m going?” Ivar laughed. “Did you not hear me?”

“Ivar stop playing games! What happened to Y/n?”

“When?”

“Don’t-”

“She was attacked.”

“What? When? Who did it?”

Ivar laughed again. “Don’t act like you actually care because you never did before. It happened when you were busy fucking another woman. It was done by a guy who caught you and his fiancé fucking in a barn.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I don’t want to hear it and neither would Y/n and Ubbe.” Settling himself onto the ground Ivar looked up at his brother. “Whatever the reason you had when you came here just leave them alone Hvitserk. You had your chance and lost it because you couldn’t keep it in your trousers.”

Hvitserk went inside the cottage that Y/n had made a home for the two of them and the children he swore he would never give her, sitting down on the cold wooden flooring, he pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. The reality and realisation of what he once had and what he had lost had finally caught up to him.

“Ubbe!”

“Yes my love?”

“Lady Penelope has given birth!”

Walking over to where Y/n was resting against the fence, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Twelve piglets, not bad.”

“She did so well.”

A few days after Ubbe and Y/n was married, they moved to the farm house that had been abandoned for a couple of years, after several weeks of fixing up the house with the help of Sigurd and Ivar - it became a warm and welcoming home.

Hvitserk came to visit once, he apologised to Y/n for the way he treated her during their marriage and gave her and Ubbe his blessing for them to marry - which left Ubbe unable to control his laughter seen as though they were already married and he didn’t need his brothers so called blessing.

Aslaug watched from her spot on the bench with Sigurd sitting next to her and Ivar sitting on the floor as Ubbe kept his hand on Y/n’s back, from where she was sat she couldn’t hear what the two were saying but she could see genuine smiles and hear their laughter. Looking down at Aesir who was using Ivar as a climbing frame she smiled softly. “I think he likes you.”

“Of course he does, I’m his favourite.” Ivar chuckled. “Aren’t I Aesir?” The two year old just giggled and put his little hand into Ivars mouth.

“I’m going to be the next ones favourite.” Sigurd commented. “It shouldn’t be long now before the babe comes.” Aslaug sighed and blocked out the bickering between her two sons, and kept watching Ubbe and Y/n.

Ubbe placed his hands on his wife’s large bump, absolutely loving the feeling of their child move around, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hvitserk was a fool who lost the best thing he would ever have, and for that Ubbe was forever thankful.

Tags: @cheesesandwichsanto

[imtryingbuck]

Two can play at that game.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: modern!Aegon ii x fem!Reader + modern!Aemond x fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend Aemond is cheating on you, who better to get revenge with then his own brother?

Word count: 2,983

Warnings: cheating. smut but not smut. the targaryens have blue eyes sorry. mentions of drugs. mentions of scars from drug using. swearing.

Masterlist

Aemond was once attentive, loving and honestly the best boyfriend you had ever had. Well that was before. Now he would ignore you - always busy on his phone, laughing to himself as he read whatever it was he was reading - he didn’t seem to notice that you would be talking to him about how your day went, or if he did then he just wasn’t listening. He no longer planned date nights and the ones you planned he would always come up with an excuse to why he couldn’t make it, always letting you know right at the last minute.

You sat on the sofa with your knees pulled up to your chest as he sat on the other end grinning from ear to ear at his phone, rolling your eyes as he tried to subtly shift and readjust himself as he turns his phone to the side so you couldn’t see the screen.

“Babe I need to go into the office, don’t wait up.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

Like always he didn’t give you a kiss before leaving to go to the office. Way after closing. But it didn’t bother like it once did, you smiled as your phone pinned and jumped up running to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend and got changed. Not even five minutes later there was a knock at the door, standing on the other side was the man you were sleeping with, a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand whilst the other had a takeout bag and a bag filled with presents. “Happy birthday beautiful.”

He remembered. Not the boyfriend you had for four years. But him. Undoing your dressing gown and letting it fall off your shoulders his eyes nearly bulged out of his eye sockets when he saw the two piece red lingerie you had brought just for him. “Hello handsome.”

If anyone told you that your boyfriend of four years was cheating on you with someone that you called a friend, you would have laughed, and if anyone told you that you would end up sleeping with your boyfriends own brother you would have doubled over with laughter. Yet here you were, laying in the bed that you shared with your boyfriend with his brother in between your legs devouring you as if it was his last ever meal.

Aegon collapsed on top of you as his orgasm washed over him, his warm breath tickled the side of your neck as he nuzzled closer. The air was heavy with the scent of sex as the two of you caught your breath. “Th- that was, holy shit.”

“My birthday present?” You grinned as you ran your finger through his choppy silver locks.

Leaning up and using your breast as a headrest he squinted his baby blues. “Birthday- don’t be silly, I didn’t tie a bow around my co-should I do that?”

He grinned as you burst out laughing. “No.”

“I’m joking.” Pressing a kiss to your collar bone before blowing a raspberry there causing you to giggle. “Your presents are in the living room, I was going to give it to you before but you jumped on me and ripped my clothes off.”

“Did I?”

“Yep. Making me do the nastiest of sins as well.” He finally rolled off you, leaving the bed and room quicker than you could even ask where he was going, coming back not long after with the food bag and presents. “Miss me?”

“Didn't even notice you left.”

Gasping dramatically he shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” You winked as he stood there naked as the day he was born with a frown on his face.

“Good, now here’s your presents.” Grinning as he hand over the bag just before he got comfortable next to you. “What did he get you?”

“Nothing.”

“What? Are you being serious?”

Nodding as you tore open the surprisingly neat wrapping paper. “Aegon!”

“What?”

“This- I can’t accept this.” This being a Cartier love bracelet.

“Of course you can.” Taking your hand and the box in his, he carefully puts it on for you. “Now open the rest.”

Surrounded by wrapping paper and gifts that he had obviously put a lot of thought into them - not like last year with Aemond who only handed you a box of chocolates that he had already opened - as you both sat there digging into the cold food, both of your phones pinged. “What does yours say?”

“She’s staying at a friends house tonight. What about yours?”

“Sleeping in the office, see you tomorrow.” You both rolled your eyes at the excuses coming from your partners. “Are you okay?”

“Of course now it means I get to spend more time with you.” He grinned.

It’s been seven months since Aegon came to the apartment crying and tugging at his hair as he paced up and down, practically hyperventilating as he told you that he saw his girlfriend kissing another man - your heart ached for him, only to break when he told you that the man she was kissing was Aemond - he told you that he watched them walk hand in hand into a cheap rundown motel. You didn’t want to believe him, of course you didn’t, but when Aemond returned home a few hours later not even greeting you as he rushed straight towards the bathroom and seconds later you heard the shower running, you knew it was true.

It crushed you knowing that the man you was in love with was cheating on you with a friend, a friend that was dating his brother, yet you couldn’t leave because you had no family in the area and not enough money to get another apartment. You once tried to confront him but he shot you down by saying he needed to go to the office, a few minutes later a message came through from Aegon saying that his girlfriend was heading to work - it was ten at night and she too works in an office.

A month after finding out the truth you and Aegon shared a kiss, you pulled away instantly and felt like the worst person in the world - he apologised profusely and began smacking the side of his head, only stopping when you grabbed his hand and held it close to your chest. The thought of right and wrong, the feeling of guilt, the knowledge of the fact that you had a boyfriend all went out of the window as you kissed, a kiss that started off as timid then grew heated and passionate.

It wasn’t until the next morning when Aemond sent you a message telling you he would be home shortly that the guilt hit like a truck. The guilt still lingered just not as strong as he came home with a love bite very visible on his neck - and not once did he try to make up an excuse for it being there.

A week later you showed up to Aegon’s apartment that he shared with his girlfriend and ended up on your back with him thrusting inside of you at a mind blowing pace.

For six months you had been no better than Aemond with the cheating and the sneaking around and in all honesty you no longer cared.

“Baby?” Aegon’s soft voice brought you back to the present. “You alright?”

“I’m happy.” The sweetest smile appeared on his lips before tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. “For the first time in such a long time I’m actually happy. And it’s all down to you.”

His fingers trailed over the scars in the crook of his arm, the last time he used was the day he saw his girlfriend of six years kissing his own brother - he had been clean for nearly a year before he drove to his former dealers house and brought any available drug the guy had. For a month he went back to his old ways by spending all his money on drugs and alcohol, that all stopped after spending the night with you. “Ever since I was young I’ve never been good enough, I never really cared though you know? Guess I just got used to being the family disappointment and she always throws it in my face, and it’s not even the first time she’s cheated on me - told me it was my own fault because I’m a screw up.” You shook your head at his words, the words to disagree with him dying on your tongue as he took your hand in his and squeezed slightly. “But since this started between us I’ve never wanted not to let anyone down so much as I do with you.”

“Aeg-”

“I love you.”

“I- I-”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He rushed out. “I just wanted to tell you, I- I just want to get the truth out because it’s killing me.”

You do love him. You do, you tried not to but spending practically everyday with someone laughing and joking, having deep conversations about your lives - telling each other things that no one else knew about, to having very serious talks about what animal you would be, you talked about what you both wanted out of life - he shocked you by saying he always wanted to be a dad, swearing with determination that he would never be like his own father, the only reason why it shocked you was because you had seen him with Rhaenyra’s young kids and he wasn’t exactly the sweetest to them. It started off as just sex, nothing more, yet there were many times where the two of you made love, Aegon would hold you close as the two of you would be coming back down to earth and he would whisper sweet nothings, it stopped being just sex and you both knew it. Falling in love with Aegon was as easier than breathing, he made you feel seen and loved and not once did he ever mock you for talking about your hobbies - in fact he always encouraged you - and he never made you feel ashamed or stupid if you ever got things wrong or mispronounced words, not like Aemond who never paid any interest in what you was in to and always made you feel inadequate. “I love you too.” You whispered. “I do-”

“Why do I feel like there's a but coming?”

“But I’ve been offered a transfer… an eleven hour drive away from here.”

“Oh.” Picking at the straying thread on the quilt cover his eyes became shiny with unshed tears, as you sat in silence you could see the gears turning behind his eyes. “I- can I- I mean I could- you know if you would have me?”

“You would seriously come with me?”

“Of course.” He said without missing a beat, grabbing your hands in his giving you a gentle squeeze. “If you leave I’ll have nothing here. We’ll make a home an-and it will be filled with love and we’ll be happy together, me and you and maybe even kids- in the future I mean. But I want this, I want you.”

The thought of you and Aegon leaving together setting up a home and filling it with love, making happy memories, and actually building a life with the man you love had visions flash past your eyes of the two of you singing and dancing together, walking in on Aegon baking cookies naked with a dopey grin on his lips, telling each other the most ridiculous of jokes just to make the other laugh, you could even see the arguments you two would have, and honestly you wanted it all. “Would you rea-”

“Yes!”

“I- we leave next week.”

A week later after Aemond left for a ‘business trip’ you packed all of your belongings into the van Aegon had hired for all of his things from his apartment - taking absolutely everything other than his girlfriends personal things. Aegon drove the two of you to his parents house where a family get together was happening, something that you had no idea had been planned for months until Aegon told you and then you found out that there was no business trip for Aemond to go on as he was going to his family's home.

The whole Targaryen family was gathered outside as the two of you arrived, you both watched as Aemond came out of the downstairs bathroom doing up his fly then Carly following shortly behind him giggling as she sorted her dress out, neither one of them noticing you two standing at the door.

Sliding his hand into yours he gave you a squeeze, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering. “It’s going to be okay.”

Alicent was the first to see you both as you entered the back garden, a huge smile on her lips that dropped the second she saw your hands linked together. “Wha-”

“Mother.” Upon hearing his brother's voice Aemond looked up, his face dropping when he saw you. “Y/n and I need to tell you all something.”

“What is it?” Viserys coughed as he sat at the end of the table.

“Carly and Aemond have been cheating on us with each other for seven - that we know of - months-”

Aemond slammed his hand on the table and shouted. “You’re lying!”

“No he isn’t.” You spoke. “You haven’t exactly tried hiding it, and we literally just saw you both coming out of the bathroom together.”

Both his and Carly’s eyes went down finding their laps more interesting. Aegon laughed as his family's eyes bounced between the four of you. “We’re leaving together. Carly it’s over.”

“And the same goes with us, obviously.” Aemond’s eyes widened and began mumbling and stumbling over his words as he tempted to stand up. “Don’t, don’t you dare try and come up with any excuse. It’s over.”

Aegon gave your hand two squeezes signalling it was time to leave, as you both turned to go you heard Jace grab hold of Aemond and them two arguing - it was Jace that introduced you to each other. You two had just reached the front door when Alicent called out causing you both to stop. “I’m guessing you two have been seeing each other.”

“Mum-”

Alicent took each of your free hands in hers, a soft smile on her lips. “Promise me you’ll both be happy.”

“We will, promise.”

“Make sure you keep in touch, both of you.” Alicent’s smile grew as you both nodded. “Good. I wish you both nothing but happiness.” Pressing a kiss to Aegon’s forehead then one to your cheek she turned and headed back to where the raised voices were coming from.

“Come on baby, let's start our new lives together.”

Two years went by without hearing a single word from you and he hated it, all the messages and phone calls went unanswered until one day they stopped going through, Aemond threw his phone at the wall smashing it into little pieces in anger and cried himself to sleep that night. He knew it was wrong the second he kissed his brothers girlfriend back, he knew it was wrong when he didn’t pull back, he knew it was wrong when he climbed into bed with her, he felt guilty the second it was over and it intensified the next day when you greeted him with a huge smile on your beautiful face. When it happened the second time he didn’t feel as guilty as he did before, he tried to justify it to himself all because the two of you had an argument that morning. And then it kept happening and honestly he got off on it; the secrets, the sneaking around, the cheap motels, the fact that not only you but Aegon was completely oblivious to what he was doing - completely unaware that the two of you already knew and were sleeping together.

Alicent and Rhaenyra laughed uncontrollably when he accused you of betraying him, even though he was the first to cheat.

Things between him and Carly didn’t continue not from lack of trying from her part much to her upset and anger. She tried to play the victim card especially when she arrived back at the apartment only to find it completely empty, she tried to blame the whole thing on Aemond which he snapped back that she was the one that started it.

The whole family watched in amusement as they passed the blame back and forth.

As time went on the family watched as Aemond became a shell of himself, throwing himself into work and spending his free time trying to drink his sorrows away, some felt bad whilst others thought he only had himself to blame. He would beg Alicent to give him your new number and address, begging and pleading and getting angry at her when she would refuse, she made a promise to the both of you and she wasn’t going to break it even if it hurt her seeing her son getting himself into such a state. Aemond moved back into the family home as living in the apartment he had with you began haunting him, the memories of the two of you once happy and in love became twisted and all he could see were you and Aegon together.

He honestly thought the two of you wouldn’t last, Aegon was the family fuck up, he was a mess, he was a junkie, it wouldn’t last he was sure of it and then you’d come running back to him and all would be forgiven. Then the day came when he realised he had lost you for good when Alicent came bursting into the living room startling him, Viserys and Helaena a huge smile on her face clutching her phone as she says. “I’m going to be a grandma!”