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Yellow: Part One
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Wordcount:Â 2,267
Warnings:Â Angst, Forced Marriage/Arranged Marriages, I think that is all, but if I missed something please tell me.
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Bucky lived in no way an out of ordinary life for a common folk in Valencia, currently he sat in the town tavern and drank as fools got into fights and arguments, and mistresses of the night bargained with men and women alike. He didnât pay much attention to these people, he was alone and he preferred it that way, when a cloaked figure came up and sat next to him, he tried to hide his annoyance. A pint was put in front of the person who began to drink from the glass. Bucky kept his gaze forward, pretending not to notice the stranger. He gripped his mug tighter, weighing whether or not to say something when the figure spoke first, their voice low and calm, the feminine tone of the stranger's voice caught him off guard. His eyes flickered toward the hooded figure, though he still didnât turn fully to face them. A woman? Usually a respectable woman wouldnât find herself in such a place.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm not looking for conversation. Just passing through.â She spoke passively. Bucky nodded, the woman peeked his intrigue, her presence lingered in his thoughts as he drained the last of his drink.
As the barmaid decided it was closing time Bucky was one of the first to leave as was the cloaked woman. She seemed to run in the direction of the forest near the castle, Bucky liked his casual life but this woman felt magnetic in so many ways Bucky was gonna do the first out of the ordinary thing in his life, follow her.Â
Her legs moved knowing if she got caught the reprimanding would never end, it wasnât until she was in the forest she knew she was being followed, she did the only thing she could think of and that was hide in the tree line, as she watched for who was following her. It was the man from the Tavern? He stopped, catching his breath, and then spotted her. She was half-hidden behind a tree, watching him. âWho are you?â
âYou shouldnât be here.â She ignored his question.Â
Bucky stepped closer. âNore should you.â He scoffed.Â
âI know where and where not to be.â She spoke with confidence.Â
âMaybe. But Iâve seen enough to know somethingâs not right. If youâre in trouble, Iâm not just going to walk away.â He shot back at her, a serious look in his blue eye shone brightly.Â
She looked at the dark sky and she sighed, the distant sound of rustling, almost like footsteps, caught their attention. Her expression hardened again, and she took a step closer to him, her voice dropping to a whisper. âWe need to keep moving. If they find us here, it wonât end wellâŠIâll explain what I can.â He followed her as she moved swiftly through the dense forest, the shadows of the trees swallowing them up. The woman glanced back at Bucky, her face barely visible beneath the hood. âStick close.â she instructed, her voice a low murmur. âAnd try not to make any noise.â
He matched her pace, his eyes scanning the dark woods for any sign of danger. âSo, whatâs this all about? Why are we running?â
She sighed. âI snuck out.â The woman said, confusing Bucky more.Â
His pace stopped making her slow down. âFrom where?â Now he didnât know if he was traveling with a criminal or something of the sort.Â
Y/n signed and spun on her heel. âThe castle, now come on, I have to get back before the sun comes out, if you want an explanation then I suggest you keep moving with me.â
Buckyâs hesitation was still evident. âWhy would you sneak out of the castle unless your a prisoner or something.âÂ
She was getting annoyed by the man's questions. âIâm the princess okay, now follow me. Or youâll be taken to the dungeons by them.â
Buckyâs eyes widened in surprise, his steps faltering for a moment. âThe princess? Youâre telling me youâre royalty?â
âNot what's important right now.â She got him to follow her, once she was sure they lost them, they stopped and rested, she answered Buckyâs questions.
Bucky looked around, trying to make sense of the situation. âWhy are you running from the castle?â
âIâm not running away, as I said I have to go back before the sun rises, I just snuck out for a few drinks, and to get away.â Y/n now removed the cloak hiding her, Bucky now could see she was young and stunning.Â
Y/nâs eyes met Buckyâs, and she could see the confusion and concern etched on his face. The moonlight highlighted the delicate features of her face, making her look even more ethereal. Buckyâs gaze lingered on her, trying to reconcile the image of a royal princess with the woman who had been sitting next to him in a tavern.
âSo.â Bucky began, still processing her words. âYouâre telling me youâre a princess who just wanted a night off from all the royal stuff?â
âIf I could I would forever be off from royal stuff. It's not as great as youâd think.â She sighed. âI know I'm lucky, itâs just, let me just ask you, if you were to marry someone you donât know would you be okay with it?â
Buckyâs eyes widened slightly at her question, the gravity of her words sinking in. He looked around, as if the forest could offer some clarity. âMarry someone I donât know? That sounds like a nightmare. Whoâd want to spend their life with a stranger?â
Y/nâs shoulders relaxed a bit, a trace of relief in her eyes. âExactly, and Iâve been arranging to marry this person since I was child, thatâs why I'm enjoying as much time as I can till that happens.âÂ
Buckyâs expression softened with empathy. âI canât imagine what that must be like. To have your whole future decided for you before you even had a say in it. It sounds like a prison of a different kind.â
As they spoke the sky began to turn into a crip blue. âI have to go now.â Y/n said standing from beside him, on the forest floor.Â
Bucky offered her a reassuring smile. âIf you ever need anything or if you just want to talk, you know where to find me.â
âThank youâŠâ She led on not knowing the man's name yet.Â
âBucky, uh James.â He corrected.Â
âY/n.â She smiled, feeling a warmth in the brief connection they shared. As she made her way back to the castle, Bucky headed towards town.
Y/n found her secret way of getting out and into the castle wall. âYou're late.â Natasha, her lady in waiting, had her arms folded over her chest.
Y/n sighed, then a sweet smile pulled onto her lips. âI know, but it was the greatest night by far.â
Bucky shut the door of his home he shared with Sam and his wife Monica, Sam was a royal guard, and Monica had a shop in town to sell things that came from their farm that Bucky kept. âDidnât Hela close up hours ago?â Sam asked, getting ready to leave for the castle.
âYeah, I went for a long walk.â Bucky lied easily knowing that Samâs job might have obliged him to tell the king.Â
âSure you did, what's with the dopey look then? You met someone!â Sam smirked, and had his mouth hanging in shock. âIâve told you a hundred times you could have any maiden you want in town, the fall over you.â Sam jabbed. âSo you gonna tell me?Is it Doloras? Or what about Yelena?âÂ
Buckyâs mind was pulled back to his time with Y/n. âI didnât meet anyone, I just went for a walk. Now if you mind I'm gonna get a bit of rest before I take care of the animals, and fields.â Samâs lips pierced, he was gonna tell Steve of Buckyâs update, maybe heâd know?
Y/n and Natasha made it to her chambers. âWe have to start getting you ready, did you even sleep?â Natasha fussed over her, Y/nâs father wasnât known to be a kind man to the staff of the castle nor his own family, donât even begin on how he was as a king. âI told you to be back-â âBefore sunrise the sun isnât even up yet.â Y/n sighed. Y/n moved to her dressing table as Natasha began working on her hair and makeup. The castle was already waking up, and the sounds of servants and courtiers preparing for the day filled the halls. Y/nâs mind drifted back to her conversation with Bucky. The brief respite from her royal duties had been refreshing, but now she had to face the reality of her impending marriage.
Natasha worked in silence for a moment before speaking, âYour father will be meeting the Kingâs emissaries today. The wedding plans are moving forward rapidly.â
âIâm aware,â she said, her voice laced with resignation. âThe entire court is buzzing about it.â Natashaâs hands paused for a moment. âYou seem more troubled than usual. Is it just the wedding, or is there something else on your mind?â
Y/n glanced at her reflection, the weight of her responsibilities and her recent night out clashing in her thoughts. âItâs not just the wedding,â she admitted quietly. âLast night was... a reminder of what Iâm missing. I spoke with someone who made me feel like thereâs more to life than whatâs laid out for me.â
Natasha's face fell. âY/n.â Natashaâs voice was a warning almost, she hadnât ever supported the marriage due to Y/n being her friend, but Natasha also warned Y/n not to be seen or caught, knowing if someone caught word of the princess leaving all signs would point to Natasha helping her. âYou know Iâve always wanted the best for you. But you must be careful. If word gets out about last night, or if anyone suspects me of helping youâŠwe both know the consequences.â
âI know it was risky but he followed me into the forest when I was returning to come back.â Y/n sighed, looking at her hands more thoughts of the night spent with Bucky, she couldn't tell Natasha that he knew she was princess, sheâd lose her mind.Â
Natashaâs eyes widened slightly at the mention of being followed into the forest. âHe followed you? Thatâs risky. You should have been more cautious.â
âI was careful.â Y/n said quickly, her voice edged with frustration.
Natasha softened, her tone empathetic. âI know itâs hard. But you have to keep your focus. There will be time to address your own desires later. Right now, you need to play your part and keep your head down.â
Y/n sighed, glancing once more at her reflection. âIâll do what I have to. But I canât help but wonder if thereâs a way out of this... a way to find something for myself.â
Bucky awoke, he began to get ready to head out and begin his work for the day and as he did the night before played in his mind of the princess and her confessions, and how genuinely good she seemed. It was different and hard to fully understand the woman talk about her life, being royalty seemed to have been nice until he had spoken with her now hearing the other side that comes with it, Bucky felt lucky, as he stood tending to crops. As Bucky worked in the fields, the weight of his encounter with Y/n lingered in his thoughts. He found himself contemplating the stark contrast between his modest, uncomplicated life and the gilded cage that Y/n described. The notion of having oneâs entire future predetermined seemed almost alien to him, and he couldnât help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.
Soon Bucky made his way into town to see Maria, at her store, as he did he noticed the crowds lining the streets, this confused him till he saw the blue and gold carriage rolling through the main path to the gate of the castle, this was a usual thing for the town when a wealthy or highstates person came they would show respect to the person by gathering. âWho is that?â Bucky asked as Maria came to his side on the path where everyone stood.Â
âA King, I assume for the Princess.â Maria shrugged, Buckyâs eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. Last night had been a rare moment of freedom for Y/n, and it might have been her last. The weight of that understanding settled heavily on him.
As they spoke, other townsfolk nearby chimed in, their voices a blend of speculation and excitement. âWeâll be united with the kingdom of Eldoria if this wedding comes to pass.â One man said, his tone edged with fear. The thought of joining Eldoria, with its strict laws and militaristic culture, was unsettling for many.Â
âYou donât think the king would allow it right?â her voice shaking with apprehension. Eldoria's rigid patriarchal norms were a far cry from the values of Valencia, where women had greater rights and freedoms. The idea of such a union highlighted the stark contrast between the two realms and fueled fears.
The more Bucky listened, the more his stomach tightened with unease. The thought of Y/n marrying into such a repressive society was troubling. Eldoria's brutal legal system and its emphasis on male dominance painted a grim picture of what Y/nâs future might hold.
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Obsessed
Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.
Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.
A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.
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This is terrible.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that couldâve ever happen to yo-
âWould you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!â Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.
You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.
Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.
But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.
What a lovely best friend you have.
Anyways.
Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.
âSheâs here!â Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Buckyâs face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.
Sheâs here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, sheâs here? In the Compound?
Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didnât even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.
Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.
âDonât overthink this.â She tells you when sheâs sure she has your attention. âItâs probably just a friend visiting.â She tries to comfort you, but you both know thatâs highly unlikely.Â
Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesnât know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything heâs been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a personâs eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.
So who the fuck is here just to see him?Â
Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when youâre like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because thatâs how much she loves you.
Big mistake.
âY/N! Y/N!â The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And thatâs about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.
âHi, Maguna!â You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. âYou seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?â
Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, âNo! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.â
You frown, confused at what sheâs talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.
You love Morgan, sheâs like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers youâre her favorite, much to everyoneâs dismay. She calls them all âauntâ and âuncleâ, but youâre just Y/N. Youâre her big sister, you donât need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.
Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and⊠Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.
Youâve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and youâre grateful to her for it. Sheâs important to Bucky, and you canât believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.
You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.
âHi, Iâm Shuri.â She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.
Thereâs a bit of an awkward pause and youâre about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.
âSheâs a princess and sheâs really pretty, but I still like you better.â She whispers and you canât help but laugh.
God, you love this little girl.
You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.
Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.
âSo, this is the girl, huh? Sheâs pretty.â Shuri says and your heart skips a beat.Â
You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.
Of course heâd like someone more like Sharon. Sheâs pretty, sheâs talented, sheâs a total badass and sheâs not afraid to go after what she wants.
Sheâs not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time sheâs even near Bucky.
Itâs time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesnât see you like that and you need to move on.Â
Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.
What you donât see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why sheâs smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.
Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that sheâs never gonna let him live this down.
Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.
He obviously makes you uncomfortable, youâre always stuttering when heâs around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. Heâs just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.
So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.
But he knows thatâs never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that canât even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, thatâs definitely not your type.
Bucky accepts the truth: He doesnât deserve you and you donât see him like that anyways.Â
It doesnât matter that Sam thinks heâs obsessed, that wonât stop him from looking at you whenever heâs lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.
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Happy Little Family
đ"A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat: Just like her Mommy"
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4407
Tags: dark!Bucky, mafia/mob au, dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, threats and coercion, rape, forced pregnancy, forced domestic "bliss", yandere, kid fic
Summary: You thought you'd left behind the man who turned out to be more dangerous than you'd ever imagined. But one day he walks back into your life and reminds you that, come hell or high water, you're all going to be one happy. little. family.
This chapter: Bucky shows up unannounced at your cottage, shattering the peaceful life you thought you'd reclaimed for yourself and your daughter. He's reclaiming what's his, and he isn't planning on accepting a "no."
Nickname Dictionary: vorishka = "little thief" mamochka = "mommy/little mother" kotenok= "kitty/kitten" omegya = (made up) Russian spelling of omega omegechka = (made up) "little omega" shlyukha = "slut" krasotka = "Pretty(n.)/pretty one"
1. A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat, Just like her Mommy
"And then the knight took the princess away to his castle, and they lived happily ever after."
You're just outside the nursery when you hear his voice, and ice cold fear instantly floods your chest. You drop the laundry basket and run into the room, and there he is: seated in the chair you nurse from, reading one of the antique fairytale books that your mom gave at the shower, holding your baby.Â
"James," you breathe, horrified. He's been smiling down at June, but now his face smooths out as he looks up at you. He isn't frowning or glaring, but you know him, and there's a storm behind those eyes that makes dread curl heavy in your stomach. "Hi Doll," he says quietly. "It's good to see you again."
Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel sick. One wrong move and who knows what he'll do. You take a cautious step forward, eyes searching James' body and anywhere nearby for a gun. You don't see one. You take another step. "James," you warn,
June makes a happy gurgle at seeing you, and James coos down at her, "Aw, yeah Sweetie. I'm happy to see Mommy too."
Mommy. Hearing that word come out of his mouth, in a setting like this, is a nightmare you've woken from more than once. You lick your lips and hold out your arms, pleading, "Please give her to me."
He acts like he hasn't even heard you, smiling and tapping June's body with one finger. "We were just reading a story. Little lady is gonna be a big reader one day, I bet. Gonna grow up to be real smart." His gaze slides back to you, with what you interpret as a world-of-hurt-coming-your-way look glimmering in his eyes. "A clever, tricky little kitty cat. Just like her Mommy."
A whimper escapes you, unbidden.Â
June starts squirming in his lap, eager to get to you. When he doesnât hand her over, she starts to fuss. He coos at her and bounces her in his arms to calm her, kisses the top of her head while keeping his somber, reproachful eyes on you. âYou left your door unlocked,â he says. âShe was alone.â
Sheâd been down for her nap when you went downstairs and popped across the street to visit with Hilde, your one friend in the world. Itâs so common for mothers to do, in this tiny, Nordic village youâve settled in. Itâs the culture here. Itâs supposed to be safe. You swallow thickly, eyes flitting around to try and think of what to do. You think of your gun, so far away. Youâd talked yourself out of keeping it tucked behind your bed, so now the only weapon you own is down in the kitchen. But maybe ⊠maybe if you can get him away from June âŠÂ
âYou should be more careful, Little thief. You never know who might break in and take everything you love.â
âThe only thing we had to guard against here was you,â you hiss. âAnd Iâm not fool enough to think a locked door would keep you out.â
âYouâre damned right it wouldnât.â He tosses the storybook aside like trash and stands up with June in his arms. âBut you are a fool if you thought there was anywhere in the world you could go where I wouldnât find you.â
You flinch forward compulsively, unable to think of your own safety over your babyâs. âPlease, James,â you beg. âPlease. Just give her to me.âÂ
âOh no, Dollface,â he purrs, voice deceptively soft. âWeâve got a lot of catching up to do, and you arenât gonna want her in the room when it happens.â His hands tighten threateningly on Juneâs little body. âWhose baby is this?â
You blanch. âDonât hurt her.âÂ
âAw. You donât want me to hurt her?âÂ
âNo, please!â The sob thatâs been working its way up in your throat finally breaks. Itâs killing you not to rush forward and snatch her from his arms. âPlease, I'll do anything.â
âIs that so?â He stares at you long and hard. The few seconds of silence are torturous as he holds your daughter away from you.Â
James is one of the deadliest people youâve ever met, and heâs capable of horrendous violence, but he wouldnât hurt a baby, that much you do know. What you have to worry about most right now isnât him physically hurting her; itâs him wanting her, whisking her away right alongside you, when he inevitably takes you from this place. Thereâs nothing you can do to prevent your own fate, but if thereâs anything you can do to keep him from getting his hands on June, youâll do it. Your eyes flit around the nursery frantically, its pale, dream-like decorations taunting you as you try to think of what to do. It feels surreal to have a man like James standing in this room, feels wrong.
Your heart leaps when he suddenly moves, but heâs only turning to walk over to the crib, bending and placing June in it with a surprising amount of care. Something painful lances in your chest at seeing him handle her so gently, but when he turns back around to you, all of that gentleness is gone. âCome on,â he snaps. âTo the other bedroom.âÂ
You hesitate, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, but he stalks forward and grabs your upper arm, herding you out of the nursery and down the hallway. In your bedroom, he pushes you onto the bed. You land in a heap and scramble to prop back up on your hands, trying to swipe the hair out of your face.
âWhose baby is that?â he demands. âTell me. I want to hear you say it.â
His Voice. God. After almost a year and a half it should be lessened. The pull you feel when you hear it has no right to tug at you the way it does. Youâre not even mated, which makes it all the more insulting. It gets in through your ears and spreads throughout your body, like an invasive plant, growing and sinking its roots into you and tug, tug tugging on your will: Whose baby is that.
You fight the awful urge to tell him, as you rapidly, fearfully weigh your options. Itâs hard to think when youâre so frightened, so taken aback. Most people might think it wise to admit the truth, but you know this man, this alpha, and you know heâll never let her go if he knows that sheâs his. Anything, you think. You have to do anything you can to keep her from that life, that world.Â
Heart in your throat, you insist, âNoone.â
âNoone?â His visage darkens. âArtificial insemination, then? I know theyâre progressive and all up here, but donât take me for a fool, mamochka.â
âIt was just some guy! Just a one night stand, I swear!â
He surges in, gets one knee up on the bed and pushes you onto your back when you try to get up, leaning over you and holding you down by your shoulders. âSo you did let another man fuck you,â he growls.
You jut your chin out and hiss, âYes.â (Lying Rule #1: deliver your bullshit with confidence).
âWho? Was he alpha?â
âWhy do you care? It was one night in Oslo.â (Rule #2: add in one or two unimportant details.)
âWhatâs. his. name?âÂ
A bitter sound escapes you (Rule #3: attach honest emotion to it, if you can). âI donât know his name. I never did. I was just racking up a roster, just wanted to get laid after getting away from you.â
He bares his teeth at you in a snarl, furious, and shoves you harder against the mattress. You cry out and try to hit him, but he catches your wrists and holds them down to the bed easily, shoving you again, one of his powerful thighs pressed up between yours. âYouâre mine,â he growls, getting in your face, lying on top of you. âNoone elseâs. Not ever.â
You whimper and nod, shaken and keenly aware of his body on top of yours, his strength. James is a massive hulk of an alpha, capable of overpowering you in any situation, and even through your frantic thoughts, you know youâll never be able to get away from him in close contact like this. Heâs so angry, his scent gone thick and choking. Youâre too panicked to plan out what it is youâre going to say next, you just wind up instinctively trying to placate him, blurting out, âWhat do you want?â
He leers down at you. âI want whatâs mine. Whatâs always been mine.â On your wrists, his fingers tighten cruelly. âYouâve had your fun now, and gotten away with it for too damn long. Youâre coming home with me, Little thief.â
You gasp as the pressure on your wrists increases painfully, mind flying to that cold, Siberian fortress and the life that awaits you there. You might be able to get away from him before then, but you might not, and you canât risk June being trapped there as well. âOkay, okay! Iâll go with you, I will. Wherever you want. Just ⊠Please let me give her to the neighbor. Please.â
He smiles nastily down at you. âOh, you donât want her to come along? Another manâs pup?â
Tears press at the backs of your eyes at the thought of leaving your daughter behind, but you shake your head. âPlease. Just take her over to the woman across the street. Sheâll look after her. Please James, she's my daughter. I wonât fight you if you leave her there. Sheâs nothing to you. Just let her stay where itâs safe.âÂ
Something in his expression shifts, but you donât have time to figure out what the emotion might be, before he shutters again. He leans down and purrs, âOh, I donât know, vorishka [little thief]. You stole some very valuable things from me. And since I donât see any fucking Picassos hanging in this hovel you call a house, I assume theyâre in the wind.â
It wasnât as though youâd simply been able to run away. Escaping had required finances, techniques, firms of dangerous men hired to plant false leads, erase tracks, ferret you away into oblivion, and then move halfway across the globe and buy yourself a new identity. The bribes alone had eaten up most of the money. You shudder in his grip, knowing that the paintings wouldnât save you, even if you did have them. âTheyâre gone.âÂ
âI know theyâre gone, Little thief.â He shoves his thigh down against you. âSo how are you gonna make it up to me?â
You whimper. âI canât,â you plead. âJames. I donât have anything.â
âOh, I donât know about that. I can think of a few ways you can start repaying your debt.â He runs one hand down your side, groping your waist as he breathes softly against your ear: âFor instance, do you have any idea what sheâd be worth on the black market?â
It takes you a split second to figure out what he means, and your heart seizes in terror as soon as you do. You know James is involved in every type of shady, illegal dealing there is in the world, but youâd never even considered the idea of human trafficking. Now that heâs said it, you panic that youâve made a huge mistake by lying that the baby isnât his. âJames,â you whisper, horrified. âAlpha, please.â
âOh, itâs Alpha, now, is it?â He chuckles meanly, the sound making your stomach churn. Youâre about to say something else, beg in some other, pitiful way, tell him heâs Juneâs father, but instead you cry out as his hand fists in your hair and yanks your head to the side. His breath hits hot against your skin and he drags his nose up the side of your neck, scenting you. âMmm,â he hums darkly, pleased. âYou spread your legs for another man, but you didnât let anyone in here.â
You squeak when his teeth scrape over your still-unmarked glands. âNo!â you gasp, just as much an answer as it is a plea for nim not to bite you. âI didnât, I didnâââ
âShut up,â he snaps, closing his teeth down on the spot. You whine as he pulls your hair and slowly increases the pressure of his bite, threatening to break the skin. Horrified, you feel your body responding with arousal, heat blooming deep in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut, and sure enough few seconds later James is inhaling deeply and chuckling. âOh, kotenok [kitten]. Still the same as ever, huh?â He shifts, hand slipping down between your legs and cupping you from over the fabric of your dress. âRipe for your Alphaâs touch, even after all this time. How sweet.â Humiliated rage bubbles up inside of you and you glare up at him. Heâs looking down fondly at you, eyes heated and lip drawn into his mouth. He lets it slide back out between his teeth and murmurs, âItâs okay, you know. Itâs everything to me, omegechka [little omega], the way you respond. Itâs only natural.â You growl angrily, but he just hums and tugs your hair again, other hand molding to your mound and rubbing. âShh sh sh,â he hushes, when you cry out louder. âDonât want to scare the whelp, do you?âÂ
You freeze, listening to try and hear June. Sheâs whining from over in her room, not understanding why sheâs been left alone when she can hear her mommyâs voice just down the hall. âPlease,â you whisper, locking eyes with James again. âPlease. Let me go to her.â
He grinds the heel of his hand against you. âI told you, Dollface. You donât want her here for this.â
He kisses you on the mouth, chaste and lingering; so gentle that for a split second it makes you ache for what you once had with him. James always was very good at making love to you, at lavishing you with a softness and a tenderness even in the darkest of times. But now you can only shiver underneath his weight, because you know thatâs not whatâs about to happen.Â
âSeventeen months, moya omegya,â he rumbles quietly, lips brushing yours with the words. âMy bed suddenly cold, not knowing if you were alive or dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me?â
His tone of voice is so intimately familiar that it makes your heart clench, bringing back memories of a life youâve fought so hard to put behind you. âPlease,â you whisper. âDonât do this.â
He tuts and shakes his head softly, as if heâs actually remorseful. âHow this goes depends entirely on you. I want you to know that.â He hasnât stopped working his hand against you, rubbing his palm against your clit and smiling at how you shudder beneath him and your body betrays you. You watch his nostrils flare as he smells the reaction heâs pulling from you against your will. âSweet girl,â he coos. âYou just canât help it, can you?â You toss your head and screw your eyes shut, but heâs having none of it. He yanks your hair and hisses at you to open your eyes. âNo,â he warns, once heâs got your attention. He moves back, getting up onto his knees and shrugging off his jacket. âYouâre going to watch. The whole time.â His hands land on his belt, the buckle clinking as he opens it and undoes his pants. âI want to look right in your eyes while I take back whatâs mine.â He shoves his pants down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, already hard and wet at the tip. A part of him thatâs been inside you hundreds of times, probably. Something youâve craved and debased yourself for.Â
Seeing it reignites your shame, but itâs the way you feel your cunt pulse and release a fresh wave of slick, that really makes you start resisting again. âNnh!â
âAh ah ah, Dollface. Thatâs not gonna work.â
âNugh! Lemmo go!â Â
You fight, of course you do, but itâs almost worse that way, as it only points out how comically mismatched you are to him. He laughs at you and holds down your thrashing body, barely even grunting from the effort of subduing you. âShh sh sh,â he hushes, chuckling breathily as he forces you down with one hand and strokes himself with the other. âI have to tell you, kotenok. Iâve been looking forward to this.âÂ
âI hate you!â You manage to get a hand free and you flail, hitting and clawing at him. He inhales sharply as your nails scratch his face. He knocks your hand away with a surprised hiss and, wide eyed, touches the spot where a tiny line of red is welling up on his cheek. The next thing you know, heâs backhanding you, sending spots into your vision and knocking you out of your senses for a few seconds. Your ears ring and you blink, stunned.
His hand appears at your throat, squeezing, pressing up against the arteries. You briefly grapple with him, grabbing his forearm and fighting, but then his thumb notches into place and digs into your glands. Your cries taper off and you go limp with a pathetic, mewling whimper. âNnnh âŠâ
He leers down at you, adjusting his grip, still jerking his cock as he subdues you with the Hold. âWeak,â he says. âBut thatâs just how I like you.â
His thumb rubs in circles, sending a rush of liquid gold through your veins. It worsens the situation between your legs, and you canât hide that any more than you can hide the humiliated tears that prick to your eyes as he shoves your dress up and rips your underwear straight off of you. He coos when he looks down and sees how wet you are. âOh, omegechka.â He knees your legs further apart and drags his cockhead through your folds. âAnd this is you hating me?â
You shake with a silent sob, despising him with your whole being, hating yourself for reacting this way. Before James, youâd never met a man who coveted your omega nature so much, hadnât known what it was to need an alpha that way, to have your body need him. And to think: you used to like it.
He lines himself up and sinks inside of you in one, unyielding push, forcing you to open to him, carving out his space inside of you. You cry out at the force of it, body clamping down hard and the delicate skin at your entrance stinging from the stretch, but he doesnât stop until heâs fully seated. âFuck,â he groans, grinding in deep, his pubic bone pressing against your clit, laughing darkly when it makes you squeal. âOh, you sensitive?â He does it again, and again, doesnât stop until he gets a high pitched, warbling moan from you. âTheere she is.â He digs his thumb in harder against your glands and stares right in your eyes as he watches the effect it has on you, soaking up the flush in your face and the furious tears welling at the corners of your eyes. âI know, Sweetheart, I know,â he murmurs. âYou really canât help it, can you?â You whimper and he nods along in mock sympathy. âPoor little thing. I canât imagine what it must be like, to need it that bad.âÂ
âJames,â
He pulls out halfway and shoves back in, hard, rumbling in pleasure when it elicits another yelp from you. His other hand grabs at your waist, fingers digging into the soft give of your body. He hums dirtily. âI have to say, Iâm pleasantly surprised. You look good for having just pushed out that pup. You look healthy.â You whine in protest and he fucks in hard again, baring his teeth in a mean smile. âYeah, momma, you heard me.â He pulls out, thrusts back in.Â
âSs-stop.â
He laughs. âDonât be like that, krasotka [Pretty(n.)]. I like it. You always were too skinny for my taste.â He runs his hand from your waist up to the top of your dress, yanking it down along with the cup of your bra, and groaning when your swollen breast spills out. You squeal in rage as he curses quietly, eyes going molten and unfocused. âFuck, Honey, look at you.â
You start thrashing again hard, trying to hit him, but you only get a glancing blow to the side of his head before he refixes his hand on your throat and clamps down in another Hold. He gives you a firm shake. âSettle down. I told you: I like it..â
âNnn, fuck you!â You spit on him, but he only laughs and wipes it away, leering down at you and continuing gleefully,
âShouldnât be skinny like some damn underwear model. Mm mn, naw. Now youâre nice and soft, just like you should be. Somethinâ for Alpha to grab onto. Bitty waist and a fat ass.â He grabs your waist again and pulls you down into the next roll of his hips, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars burst in your vision.
âAh!âÂ
âMmhm. Right there baby? Yeah, thaatâs the spot. I remember.â Heâs panting open-mouthed, breathless as he taunts you, âI remember everything. What you like. How you feel. The sounds you make. Fuck.â  He shoves into you hard and holds there, his licked-red lips curling up wickedly. âYour cuntâs fluttering around me, Sweetheart. Clamping down so fucking hard.âÂ
âNnh!â
He laughs, but his smile slackens as his own pleasure continues to build. He angles back and looks down your body, stares at where his cock is disappearing inside of you with lewd, wet sounds. âShit, momma. And this pussy snapped back real good, didnât it?âÂ
You cry out angrily, but itâs what he wants: to see you aroused and humiliated and furious at him. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against you hard on the end of each, brutal thrust; his open belt and the zip of his fly digging into your ass every time he grinds inside. âYou haven't been fucking anybody,â he says smugly. âHow longâs it really been, mamochka? Hm? How long since another man was in this cunt?â
You moan miserably, his cock driving hard against your walls, too rough but not painful enough to keep it from feeling good. James is big, has an alphaâs cock, and itâs never been a physical possibility for him to be inside of you and not rub against every spot that makes your body light up in pleasure. You shake your head and try to close your eyes, but he pushes his hand up harder underneath your jaw, shaking you. âUh uh. Look at me.âÂ
You canât fight off the command of his Voice, not when heâs already dominating you so completely. Your eyes open against your will, full of tears, and he rumbles in satisfaction.Â
âBetter.â
Every whimper and mewl you make drives him on, stoking the angry satisfaction thatâs burning in his eyesâeyes that you canât look away from as you cry out again and again, little âAh, ah, ah'sâ that interrupt the cadence of your skin slapping together, all of his eager growls and satisfied grunts.
âThatâs it, shlyukha,â he pants, hips snapping in hard, again and again. âYouâughâyou let Alpha know how good that feels. Donât hold it back from me.â His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets, his composure and even his anger losing some of their hold as he fucks you harder, sinks down on you farther, covers you with his body fully as he ruts into you in pursuit of his climax. âShit,â he hisses not far from your ear, face stuffed in your neck.Â
You keen high in your throat at his proximity to your bonding glandsâa plaintive sound that directly contradicts the panicked âno!â that flashes in your brain. His hand leaves the front of your neck and scoops around behind instead, gripping you at the nape in a Scruff that feels just as toe-curlingly right as the Hold had.Â
For a very split second, his breath hitches and his growling trips into a needy whimper. âO-oh âŠâ And thatâs when you feel it: his knot starting to catch on the end of each thrust.
âAh!â You cry out sharply and grab onto him, helpless to keep your body from seeking out more, from clinging to him and clamping down hard as his knot grows and triggers you into orgasm. âHhgnn âŠâ
He goes feral when he feels your body locking down on him, growling and shoving in and grinding to ensure that he catches inside and ties you together. His hand abandons your neck entirely as he gives in to the instinct to rut, both arms wrapping around your waist, scooping under your back and holding you still for him to fuck furiously against. The tug of his knot inside your cunt makes you sob and come harder, losing sense of yourself as the pleasure cuts through you like a knife.Â
âFuck, fuck, ohhfuck âŠâ The sound of his deep voice, so lost in the desperation and helplessness of his own pleasure, makes your belly flare hot with new arousal even as youâre coming down the other side of it. You gasp and pant, and eventually whimper as the bliss dissipates and you become more aware of him on top of you, grunting and groaning and fucking into your tie as he rides out the long, debilitating climax of an alpha.
You keep your eyes closed and cry, hating that it still feels good as he fucks into you, grinds down on your clit and gives your another orgasm, and another. You wait for him to finish as your brain fills with the high that comes after, that unavoidable pink cloud that you know is going to seal your fate and make you helpless to him for the next thirty minutes, at least. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head in the direction of the pillows.Â
As the high starts to take you, you think about how, if youâd just kept your gun holstered behind by the headboard like youâd planned, you could be blowing his brains out right about now.
A.N.: Soooo ... This is the rape-iest thing I've ever ever written. I hope y'all are okay. Just wanted to drop a note to let you know that this fic WILL lighten up and not be quite so, well, rapey, in the future. Thanks for reading! đSarah
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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 6
Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader
Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.
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The news of the rebellion made headlines, dividing public opinion. Some supported it, despising the tyrant king, while the majority dismissed it as futile, knowing the king's power was insurmountable.
However, the rebellion news quickly died when a new announcement captivated everyone's attention: the princess of Veridian was getting married to her personal guard.
It was a fairytale come to life. The official story painted a romantic picture of childhood friends whose bond blossomed into love as they grew older.
This narrative enchanted the nation and international media, drawing interest from all corners. People saw Bucky as incredibly fortunateâa commoner rising to become a royal consort, a prince. Suddenly, both of you were thrust into the spotlight.
You were accustomed to attention, but this was more intense than ever before. Now recognized by everyone in the country, Bucky found the newfound scrutiny overwhelming.
Since the wedding announcement, you and Bucky had been constantly busy with interviews and photoshoots. The flashing cameras and endless questions left Bucky feeling numb inside, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his captured comrades.
Flashback Start
You had asked the king to show mercy to the rebels. Bucky vividly remembered the scene. Leonard was in the glasshouse, a place of enchanting beauty that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. It was a gift for his wife, your mother. The tyrant king had made it as beautiful as a painting.
One of the birds, an eagle, landed gracefully on Leonardâs shoulderâa symbol of wild freedom now tamed into domesticity, much like Buckyâs transformation from an idealistic rebel to a figure constrained by duty.
Leonard, his face a mask of composed authority, offered the bird a snack. âSure,â he said, his tone icy and detached. âNo more bloodshed since your wedding is coming soon.â
The way he said it lacked genuine comfort, but at least he had promised. "Thank you, father," you said, bowing before leaving with Bucky.
Flashback End
His mind replayed Leonardâs smirk as he promised no bloodshed. He clenched his fists, the weight of his comrades' fates heavy on his heart.
âBucky!â
He snapped out of his daydream, looking around in confusion. âHuh?â He saw you, the royal tailor, and the tailor's assistant staring at him. Bucky had been too immersed in the harsh reality that the tyrant king knew his plot. He still hadn't had the chance to visit his comrades who had been caught.
âAre you tired?â you asked, coming closer and touching his forehead. Perhaps he was tired; since the royal wedding announcement, both of you had non-stop schedules, constantly talking to the media.
Today, Bucky was meeting the royal tailor for the first time to be measured for the wedding.
âYour Highness, we are honored to be part of this occasion,â Sergio, the senior tailor who the royal family always chose to make their clothing, said as he bowed his head. Since King Leonard's reign began, Sergio had only designed for the king and you. Now, there was a new person, and it was for a special occasion.
You nodded. âIâll leave you three alone.â You took another glance at Bucky, noting his dazed expression.
After the door closed, the tailor started measuring Buckyâs body. âYou have a wide shoulder, sir,â Sergio commented, running his measuring tape across Bucky's back.
Bucky didn't know how to respond to the compliment, feeling awkward and out of place.
âItâs fit for someone carrying a big burden,â Sergio added, his voice low.
Bucky flinched. Did the tailor know something?
Sergio continued measuring, his movements precise and professional. âIâve been here since before the king was born. My only advice is to keep your head down.â
âDemocracy is dead,â Bucky muttered, the weight of his words heavy with resignation.
âIt died for me the moment we servants had to wipe the blood spatter from the castle walls,â Sergio whispered, his voice barely audible.
Bucky's throat tightened, his tongue feeling like lead. The tailorâs words struck a chord, a stark reminder of the brutal reality he was facing. He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself as Sergio continued his work, the room filled with a tense silence.
The assistant worked quietly, taking notes and handing Sergio various tools. Buckyâs mind raced, thoughts of his captured comrades and the looming threat of Leonardâs wrath gnawing at him.
He forced himself to focus on the present, to endure the moment, knowing that every step he took brought him closer to his goal of freeing you and the country from the king's tyranny.
After Sergio finished measuring, he looked Bucky in the eye. âRemember what I said,â he whispered. âKeep your head down.â
Bucky nodded, his jaw tight. âThank you,â he managed to say, strained but sincere.
As the tailor and his assistant left, Bucky stood alone in the room, the weight of his situation pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the upcoming battles.
But it seemed like the battle had come sooner. From the window, Bucky saw you in the garden, walking together with Duke Cassian.
You were wandering around the garden, trying to clear your mind. This was what you wanted, but why didn't you feel butterflies in your stomach? Bucky's attitude made you nervous, filling you with doubts.
Was this what people meant by cold feet before a wedding?
"Having second thoughts?"
You jumped as Cassian's voice broke the silence.
"Why are you still here?" you asked, a bit startled.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I can't leave until my uncle says it's done."
Both of you fell into an uneasy silence until he finally broke it. "I knew from the beginning it wouldn't work. In your eyes, there's only one person."
You scoffed. "It's obvious."
"But I kept my hopes up. If you need me, I'll be wherever you need me," Cassian said softly.
You shook your head, unsure of how to react to his vulnerability. "What exactly made you agree to this, even though you knew from the start it wouldn't work?" you asked, searching his eyes for answers.
"My uncle," he admitted, going quiet before forcing a smile. "You know my situation."
Right. You knew his story. Even though he held a duke title, his uncle, who was the illegitimate son, was the richest in his country. Both of you shared the same fate. The puppet master of your life was your father, and for Cassian, it was his step-uncle.
"If it doesn't work out with you, my uncle will find another princess from another country," Cassian said, resignation in his voice.
You stopped walking, a sense of hopelessness washing over you. "Will we ever get out of this?"
"If my uncle dies," Cassian answered without hesitation. "Can't you see we already share the same suffering? There's a connection between us."
Before you could respond, Bucky appeared between you and Cassian, his presence imposing. "Cassian," Bucky said, his voice steady but cold. "It's time for you to leave."
Cassian nodded, sensing the tension. "Of course. I'll see you later," he said to you, then turned and walked away.
Once Cassian was gone, you turned to Bucky, concern etched on your face. "What did my father say to you?"
Bucky's jaw tightened. "Nothing I can't handle," he replied, trying to sound reassuring but failing to hide the strain in his voice.
You reached out, touching his arm. "You can tell me, Bucky. We're in this together."
He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. "He just reminded me of my place, that's all."
Your doubts grew stronger with every word. "I don't want this to be a marriage of fear and obligation," you whispered, your voice trembling.
Bucky took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you," he said, his voice filled with determination.
But the look in his eyes told you there was more he wasn't saying. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
As you walked back to the palace together, the weight of the situation pressed down on you. You wanted to believe in Bucky, in your love, but the shadow of your father's tyranny loomed large, casting a dark cloud over your future.
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On the wedding day, Bucky stood in front of the mirror, his eyes locked on Veridian's royal army uniform. The intricate embroidery, the gleaming medals, the carefully tailored fabric seemed to shimmer with an unspoken weight. His heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat that matched the anxious tremors in his hands.
He was dressed in the very outfit that marked him as a symbol of honor and responsibility, but today, it felt like a shroud, heavy with expectation and fear.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "This is the day we've been waiting for," he murmured to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper. The words were meant to be reassuring but came out hollow, a weak echo of the tumult within him.
Every inch of the uniform felt like a reminder of the stakes at handâthe promise of a new life with you, intertwined with the shadows of deception and conflict that loomed large.
As he adjusted the gold-braided epaulets on his shoulders, something caught his eye. A single envelope lay on the table beside him, its presence an anomaly in the otherwise pristine room. Bucky picked it up, his fingers trembling slightly.
The envelope was plain, but the ominous red strokes that marked it were anything but ordinary. They looked like fresh blood, the stark color vivid against the cream of the envelope.
With a sense of foreboding, Bucky slid his finger under the flap and pulled out a single sheet of paper. The words written on it were clear, but it felt like a dagger to his heart. âTRAITOR.â
The word seemed to pulse with a menacing energy, the red strokes bleeding through the paper as if tainted with a sinister intent. The simple, accusatory message sent a shiver down his spine. His mind raced, trying to piece together the implications. Who had sent this? How did they know? And most importantly, what did it mean for the ceremony about to take place?
His breath hitched as he looked at his reflection, realizing that today was not just a union but a stage for something much darker.
The uniform that had once symbolized his hopes now felt like a prison. The looming threat of betrayal overshadowed the day that was meant to be filled with joy and celebration.
With a clenched jaw and a resolve hardened by the weight of the message, Bucky tucked the letter back into the envelope and straightened his posture.
He knew that whatever lay ahead, he needed to face it head-on. Today was the culmination of years of waiting and planning, but it was also the beginning of a new chapter fraught with danger and uncertainty.
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The Feral Princess - Part 1
Marvel AU
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks
Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.
Chapter Summary: *The easiest way to find your soulmate is to throw a ball, or you could just show a certain worldly lady your marks.
*This is an expansion of the sneak peek.
"A BALL!!! That's the best way!" Becca exclaimed.
Bucky rubbed his hand down his face, frustrated by his sister's input.
"Becca, why are you here?" He asked.
"I'm your sister, why wouldn't I be?"
"How did you even know this meeting was going on?"
The group, made up of all of Steve and Bucky's closest confidants, turned to look at Sam.
"It's not my fault, she wouldn't let me leave this morning and she is your sister."
"Maybe keep our plans out of your pillow talk." Bucky said disgusted, throwing a cushion at him in the process.
Natasha decided to try and move the conversation forward. This had already been the topic of every single meeting for almost a year.
"James, Steven, Rebecca does have a point. Balls are the usual way to find your soulmate, but before you interrupt James, I also know that isn't something you want to do. Too many people. Too many overeager maids, trying to part you both. There are other ways."
"Go on." Pushed Steve.
"Well, the chances are she could be of a similar standing to you, similar life experiences." Nat continued.
"Not many princesses have experience of war or know how to wield a sword." Clint threw in.
"Your wife could." Nat threw back.
"Because she was defending her family and, no offence honey, but you aren't a princess." He replied, turning to Laura.
"I'm not but Nat has a point."
"How so?" Asked Steve.
"There's always some sort of common ground, something familiar that ties you together." Laura replied, Steve nodded in understanding as Bucky huffed.
"So, we draw up a possible list" Nat continued, "princesses, maids and ladies of good standing. No meek and mild. Rule out any we know are wed, already with their soulmates, and then send for them or send someone to them."
Steve glanced to his left at Bucky.
"Buck?"
"Then one of you would have to see our marks." Bucky added.
"Yes James, that's how this works." Nat replied.
He sighed. He knew deep down this was the only way. He'd either have to scour every kingdom himself or throw a damn ball, and he couldn't let his sister be right.
"Fine!" He snapped standing abruptly. He began to throw off his boots and socks and pull up his trouser leg. Steve alarmed by his soulmates sudden agreement, started to quickly move to do the same.
"Should we send for Strange or Wanda? They could take an imprint" Asked Becca.
Natasha knelt down to examine their marks. Sure enough on their left ankles they had each others marks but alongside them, was another. Natasha smirked to herself. She knew those marks.
"No need for an imprint Princess. I know these markings."
Confusion washed over the group.
"What? How?" Asked Steve his voice quiet now. He'd always been careful to keep his covered and to his knowledge so had Bucky.
"A princess I know bares your marks."
"Who?" Questioned Bucky.
"Princess Y/N."
âYouâre sure?â Steve asked nervously. He had been told once before of a match, only for it to be a lie and nearly rip him and Bucky apart in the process.
âIâd put my life on it.â replied Natasha.
âWhen?â asked Bucky.
âWhen what James?â
âWhen did you see her marks? Princesses, ladies, those from Royal households or court donât usually flaunt their marks.â
âI met her during my time in France.â
Steve and Bucky both raised an eyebrow and glanced at each other. They were well aware of why ladies of the court and princesses go to France. Steve cleared his throat, a slight blush across his cheeks.
âAnd why was she in France?â
A smirk spread across Natashaâs face.
âFor schooling of course.â
âSam send a message to her guardians, we seek her hand.â instructed Steve. Sam nodded but was halted by Buckyâs firm voice.
âWait! We wonât be seeking her hand.â
âBuck! You agreed, you saidâŠâ protested Steve.
âShe has turned down every offer of courting and every marriage proposal from every admirer she has ever had, as have her guardians. The last one she shot through the leg with an arrow, the one before she threatened with a Wakandan blade, and then thereâs the one the maid poisoned. So we make it clear that we are claiming her hand. Not seeking it. We are to wed her not court her.â
âSo just so I have this rightâ replied Sam, sounding a little exasperated, knowing the trouble this could cause, âyou want to send a message to the houses of Loxley AND Lionheart to say you are claiming the heart and hand and, well staking a claim, on their princess, the one known as The Feral Princess?â
Bucky was first to reply.
âYes Samuel. Oh and make it clear, if she doesnât come, I will fetch her.â
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Hey idk if you'd do this but bucky barns x reader who has bad period cramps and how he'd help hcs? Xx
Buckyâs Girl on her Period Headcanons
âąBucky is very considerate when it comes to your period, he never wants you to be in pain
âąIt took you a while to express your discomfort, especially before you two were sexually active, though he can always tell when youâre not feeling well and he tries to help you
âąHe was almost like a puppy, he knows youâre not feeling well and he tries to bring you things you like, at first he brought you your favorite meal from the place down the street but he would bring it while you were bloated and nauseous which would annoy you, then he would end up worrying that youâre not eating since he knows you, you love to eatâŠhe quickly learned not to say that though as you immediately took it to mean he thought you were fat
âąYour mood swings confuse him to no end and right when he thinks he has an understanding of your mood, youâre crying
âąHe snuggles you whenever you get weepy and itâs his favorite time oddly enough because when you cry you get snuggly and when you get snuggly you get tired and fall asleep on his chest, making him feel like heâs made you feel better, at least enough to rest
âąWhen you finally express why youâre not feeling well it seemingly registers to him all of the times you were clearly uncomfortable but brushed it off
âąHe does research on the internet that night for hours, learning everything thatâs going on with your body (since men in his time werenât taught about this subject) but also trying to figure out common ways he could help, if not just to make you feel less moody if he couldnât relieve your pain
âąHe took some things he learned online too literally so the first time he goes shopping for you he gets way too much, coming home with 6 boxes of tampons (all the correct brand and size which impressed and surprised you), 2 plastic bags full of 15 different kinds of chocolate, and 8 new stuffed animals
âąHe expressed to you instantly that it doesnât bother him that you have your period and he canât believe that there are men in the world that are so uncomfortable with something so natural that theyâve made his Princess feel like she needs to hide it from him lest he be disgusted by you, Fuck that
âąHe sets to making you feel comfortable right away, getting you your heating pad and setting a nest up on the couch, turning on your favorite movie and snuggling you close, massaging your lower back
âąBucky downloads a period tracking app on his phone and fills in the dates and symptoms he notices and that you express so that he can tell around the time that itâs going to happen; from that moment on he is always prepared for that time of the month, and if heâs not prepared at least heâs never confused when it happens
âąHe has a secret stash in his closet of a box full of chocolate, he also keeps several boxes of the tampons you prefer to use since you always seem to forget to buy them on time, though whenever you need it he always surprises you by being willing to go to the store and buy them for you if heâs all out
âąBucky was truly stunned at the fact that men wouldnât go to the store to get tampons for their women, a women that youâre in love with, a women thatâs in love with you, a women that is going through something that men will never have to suffer through and they donât have enough compassion to go get them the only thing they really need? The Sergeant doesnât consider himself a âgood manâ in any sense but Bucky doesnât understand modern men at all
âąOne thing Bucky noticed is that you seem to be in quite a bit of pain almost every month, and upon asking you explained you have worse cramps than normal women, often being debilitating for you to the point that you canât stand up straight; it took some time to convince him that youâve already been to the doctor and that physically your okay, thereâs nothing that can be done to fix it, you just have to suffer, he doesnât appreciate that answer
âąBucky mutes your phone at this time of the month, telling Tony whenever he calls with a request or Fury when he calls with a mission to fuck themselves, his Princess is in pain and he needs to take care of you
âąHe gets Banner to get you a script for some stronger pain meds for when you desperately need them, not willing to give them to you all the time but at least to be able to sleep at night or have a nap when the pain is really bad
âąThere is a hall closet full of blankets and pillows for use when he builds you a nest to sleep in so you donât have to move, Bucky actually finds that he enjoys caring for you, it makes him feel useful and loved when you look up at him with your big beautiful Y/EC eyes and smile at him
âąAbout 6 months after you start dating, Tony clears out and gives you and âYour Cyborgâ your own floor in the tower to stay in and Bucky fixes up a whole room with a large nest of your blankets on top of a king sized mattress that sits on the floor in front of a TV, it has an air conditioner, a bathroom full of products and a basket in the edge of your nest that he always keeps stocked with chocolate and snacks; this is mostly so he doesnât have to keep setting up the ânestâ over and over since you enjoy it at all times of the month, and itâs so big your beefy soldier boyfriend can fit into it with you and all of the stuffies he bought you before and after you told him about your period (the fact that Bucky believed the way to make you feel better when you were âsickâ was to buy you stuffed animals touches your heart in a special way, heâs the worlds greatest assassin and still your sweet teddy bear)
âąYou often find yourself getting a massage, either your lower back or even better your crampy tummy, appreciating the relief his inhumanly strong hand brings to you, the massage is often necessary to help you sleep at night and he rubs your stomach until you drift off
âąIt took a bit of time for the Soldier to allow your flesh to be touched by his vibranium hand however as he realized he was able to use it to help your hot flashes he tried to relax himself enough to allow you to hold it; Bucky now even enjoys watching you wrap your body around his metal arm which never warms up, the metal staying constantly cool which allows you to get some relief from the hot flashes
âąFor being a man from the 40s Bucky is very sweet and attentive when it comes to your time of the month, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so seeing you in what is basically unnecessary pain is something heâs strongly driven to relieve for you
âąBucky is the best boyfriend youâve ever had, never having expected him to be the kind of man comfortable buying feminine hygiene products at the store for you, you appreciate him more than ever and you are damn sure he will not be getting away from you any time soon
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Blunt Force Trauma
[Heâs Hazardous To My Health Series]
Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader
< < PART 6 | Series Masterlist | PART 8 > >
Summary: While out for an unusual date night, Bucky and you witness an emergency.
Warnings: strictly 18+, car accident in which cars plough into storefronts (not involving reader or Bucky), multiple injuries including the drivers of the cars, someone trapped under a car having trouble breathing, description of lacerations, blood, no casualties, Bucky doubting himself and being insecure, discussion of money/disparity in wages, John Walker because he is always a warning
Word count: 3.4k
A/N: a BIG thank you to @skittle479 who gave me the inspiration for this part, I hope I did your idea justice darling â€ïž I apologise if this is a little rusty, I havenât been writing consistently for a little while. Banners by @vase-of-lilies
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Bucky usually feels adept and influential sitting in the front seat of an ambulance, uniform proudly donned with the badge above his heart, perched higher than most of the traffic and capable of speeding past with sirens blaring whenever required.
But when John Walker sits beside him in the driver's seat, all he feels is agitation.
âYou got any plans this weekend?â His annoyingly snarky voice fills the otherwise silent cabin as they pull up to a red light.
âYeah, Iâm taking my girlfriend to see the new Barbie movie on our mutual day off. And then probably just grab some food afterwards.â Bucky tries keeping his answer short and to the point, not wishing to divulge any more information than he needs to fundamentally answer the question without being rude, nor the giddy fluttering of his heart at referring to you as his girlfriend.
Not only does John Walker have a reputation of doing a rushed job in the field, with somehow thinking his skills are far superior to anyone else in the force, but he is also too nosy for his own good and incapable of keeping topics discussed in confidence to himself.
Steveâs learnt that lesson a few times.
âDinner and a movie?â The inflection of Johnâs voice makes it seem like a query, but itâs muttered under his breath in what Bucky would classify as an almost disgusted tone.
âIs there something wrong with that?â
âJust that⊠sheâs a doctor right?â The intonation of Johnâs question has doubt settling like led in the pit of Buckyâs stomach. That there is inherently something erroneous about a paramedic like him being with a doctor like you.
âYes.â He confirms without questioning how John even knows that information given Bucky has never mentioned directly to him who you are or what you do for a living.
âWell donât you think sheâll be after something a little more⊠upmarket than dinner and a movie? Sheâll be friends with other doctors and surgeons at the hospital, theyâll be able to afford fancy dinners in the best part of town, seeing expensive shows, musicals, operas that cost a hell of a lot more than seeing a movie. Girls wanna be treated like princesses, not some commoner.â
Buckyâs heart drops. He specifically remembers you telling him about how for every date night Wanda and her new boyfriend, an anaesthesiologist, try out another lavishly expensive restaurant in the richest part of the city.
Was that you dropping hints thatâs where you wanted him to take you for date night? Is he greatly disappointing you by instead taking you on such a generic date?
He hates to let anything John tells him get under his skin, but maybe he has a good point in this instanceâŠ
Of course you deserve far better than something so plain, but Bucky doesnât have the savings to be able to take you to Michelin star restaurants that charge exorbitant prices for such small servings.
But if he doesnât do this, at least once, will it be the reason you leave him? Will you want someone who earns more money than he does and can spoil you like the queen you are. He has no experience in this area, no real idea about what it takes to keep a partner happy in a relationship, and he knows John is, at least from the outside, happily married.
âI guess I could try something more upmarket.â Bucky suggests, though heâs not thoroughly convinced. Youâve never once expressed this is something you want, but perhaps itâs one of those parts of a relationship you want the other to take control of without needing to convey out loud. That directly telling him defeats the purpose all together.
He supposes that once youâve spent a couple months with someone you need to shake things up to keep it interesting. Besides his bank account, there really is no downside to treating you both to an extravagant night out.
âIâm telling you man, you wonât regret it.â
They continue on with their shift in complete silence, Buckyâs mind churning with gears of insecurity and reservation.
He loves you and he sure as hell doesnât want to fuck this up before he finally gains the courage to tell you.
* * *
âCanât you give me a hint of where weâre going?â
Buckyâs fingers are interlocked with yours as you casually stroll down the sidewalk. Youâre in a much fancier part of town than youâve ever been to together before, and all of a sudden the informal pink dress you chose to wear to the earlier showing of Barbie Bucky treated you to makes you feel underdressed and completely out of place.
âWeâre almost there, but I want it to be a surprise!â Bucky kisses the back of your intertwined hand, but you sense from the stiffness in his broad shoulders that even though heâs by your side, he doesnât quite feel comfortable here either.
Itâs only a short walk before Bucky stops outside a sleek restaurant where a group of smartly dressed patrons are queuing for entry. The waiters are dressed in black pants, white shirts with bow ties, and velvet vests - which gives away how high end the place is before you even have a chance to glance at the prices on the menus.
âIâm sorry I canât take you anywhere fancier, I know Wanda and Vis keep trying all these upmarket restaurantsâŠâ His intentions for taking you to this part of town become as apparent as a lightbulb turning on in pitch darkness.
You place a delicate hand on his cheek to direct his uncertain gaze to your own. He looks like a nervous puppy.
âBucky, it isnât how expensive the restaurant is, itâs the fact that weâre together thatâs important. You could take me to McDonalds and I wouldnât care because Iâd be with you.â You emphasise the end of your sentence, wiping your thumb across his cheek affectionately as his eyes brim with both hesitation and tenderness.
âAre you sure? Is this one of the things girls say but they actually mean the opposite?â
There have been a few fleeting occasions in your relationship with Bucky where youâve seen glimpses of an inexperienced, naive and slightly insecure man who is navigating his first long term relationship. This is one of those moments and all you want is to eliminate all wavering doubt swirling in his mind.
Itâs honestly endearing how sweet he is. Youâre sure the only reason he is anxious is because he cares so much.
âBucky, whoâs gotten into your head?â You ask, shaking your own. Youâre sure neither his best friend nor his mother is responsible for this line of thinking. âI promise you, I donât need you to spend an entire paycheck on a single dinner at a restaurant where I canât tell the difference between their cheapest and most expensive bottles of wine. And remember Iâm only a couple years out of med school, Iâm still drowning in years of student loans. All I care about is spending time with you.â
âYou really mean that? Youâre not just saying that to be nice cause I canât afford pricey places like the anaesthesiologists and surgeons at the hospital can.â Your heart drops below your stomach. The concept that Bucky thinks you would ever want anyone other than him, simply because they happen to make more money, has the centre of your chest aching and makes the corners of your eyes prickle with tears.
âJames, I care about you so much.â You declare, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him gently. âAnd that has absolutely nothing to do with the number thatâs written on the bottom of your paycheck. One of the reasons I initially fell for you was seeing how you interacted with Sasha in the ER - no anaesthesiologist or surgeon I know has shown that kind of rapport with a patient.â
The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth abates the sting punching your chest.
âReally?â
âMhmm. Youâre one of a kind baby. Please donât you ever doubt that you are the one for me.â You affirm as you thread your arms around his waist, placing a delicate kiss on the underside of his jaw.
There are tears in Buckyâs eyes heâs trying, and failing, to conceal. He looks in absolute disbelief, but as he gazes down at you, you could so easily be fooled into believing there is also so much love in his eyes.
âYou are-, I am so-â You wait in anxious anticipation as he stutters.
Is this it?
Is Bucky finally about to say those three magical words you have been dying to hear for the past few weeks? That overwhelming feeling of pure love and adoration you feel for him and so desperately wish he reciprocates.
But before he is able to finish his sentence, you hear a vehicleâs tyres skidding along asphalt and two consecutive, deafening crashes sound close by, startling you.
You feel the ground shake violently and Buckyâs arms instinctively fly around your head and pull you into his chest in what you can only assume is an attempt to protect you from flying debris.
Before your mind can comprehend what on earth just happened and even look towards the origin of the booming impact, Buckyâs set off at a sprint, launching himself directly into action.
Once your brain is able to catch up to what your eyes are seeing - two cars, who potentially swerved to miss each other, ploughed through the shopfronts of two different restaurants only a couple stores away from where you are standing - you feel a surge of adrenaline in your chest and you begin a chase after Bucky, the screams of onlookers the soundtrack as you assess the scene.
Youâve seen some horrible and gory injuries during your time as an emergency medicine resident, but youâve never seen it as raw and gruesome as you do right now in the field for the first time. Itâs dedicated paramedics and EMTs like Bucky who do the initial triage, treatment and transport so that the patient arrives at the ER in the best possible condition. Seeing the carnage here, is confronting.
When you reach the incident, wails of pain fill the air, shattered glass covers the concrete ground and panic clenches tightly in your stomach. You first notice the driver of the car, dazed at the wheel, the airbag having cushioned his impact.
âYou!â Calling out to a young man seemingly unharmed but immobilised with fear, you point to him and continue. âCall an ambulance.â
Seeing him fumble to pull his phone out of his pocket, your attention switches back to the inside of the car.
âSir, try not to move. Youâve been in an accident.â You advise as your hands fly out to keep the man inside the car, groaning in pain as he turns to exit the vehicle. Reaching across him, careful not to move his position or cause him any pain, you put on the handbrake, shift the car into park and remove the keys from the ignition. âIâm a doctor, please try to keep your neck still.â
You do a quick assessment, his breathing is quick and shallow, but most of his impact seems to have been absorbed by the airbag. He has no signs of external bleeding, though you are concerned about internal bleeding as well as whiplash and other head and neck injuries.
âCan you help me?â You ask the man who you had instructed to call an ambulance. He rushes over despite his hesitation earlier. âI need you to keep this manâs head still, hand on either side of his face, just like this, making sure he doesnât twist his neck. Keep him awake and talking, and scream out to me if he loses consciousness.â
In the chaos and mayhem of the scene youâve lost sight of Bucky. Heâs no doubt somewhere close by providing medical assistance, probably at the other restaurant doing exactly what you are here.
Inside the restaurant the air smells of engine fuel, powdered plaster and metallic blood. Itâs encouraging to see those that are unharmed lend assistance to those injured and in pain.
Your eye catches a lady in a blue pantsuit lying on the ground, back against an overturned table, face contorting in excruciating pain as she grips both hands onto her trembling leg. Her suit has ripped open and you can see a long laceration through the muscle of her thigh weeping blood. A man beside her has a look of pure terror in his eye, wavering hands unsure of what to do in this situation.
âWrap a tourniquet around her leg above the laceration, as tight as you can!â You direct as you notice a patient out of the corner of your eye, closer to the car in far greater need of your assistance, your heart squeezing in terror and the pool of blood growing slowly bigger each second before you get to him. When you see her friend's mouth open in question you continue. âYour jacket, the tablecloth, anything you can tie tightly!â
Rushing over to the underside of the front of the car, you observe a young man in a waiter's uniform trapped between the car, ground and the rubble of the shopfront displaced by the force of the car. Your hands fly to apply pressure on his chest wound, the source of the pool of blood surrounding him.
âHelp me.â He wheezes, his eyes dilated, alarmed in a life threatening way youâre unfortunately used to seeing having worked in emergency medicine.
âIâm a doctor and Iâm here to help. I know you're in pain but I have to put pressure to quell the bleeding. Try taking a deep breath for me.â He tries to do as you request but all he is capable of is panting in short, shallow breaths. The already terrified young man starts hyperventilating when he realises that he canât use the full capacity of his lungs.
âWhatâs your name?â You ask, feigning a calm smile, trying to distract him in any way you can from his current predicament.
âNoah.â He can barely get the sound out, and you intuitively press down harder on his chest, feeling warm liquid trickle through your fingers.
âNoah, I am going to get you out of here. Just hang on for me.â You look around at the resources available to you, stomach churning knowing thereâs nothing within reach which can assist.
Your gaze rises to those who still remain in the restaurant, but everyone else is tending to other victims, until a familiar face rushes into view.
âBucky!â You call out and his eyes instantly meet yours, concern flooding out of those baby blues as he swivels to the sound of your voice. Having him beside you brings a buoyant relief to your chest, despite the gravity of the situation. âWe need to get the car off him. He canât breathe.â
As if Bucky hadnât heard you, he rushes out of the restaurant. Fear replaces any alleviation you felt, believing you are now truly alone to do what you can for Noah.
You canât lift a car by yourself.
Especially considering youâve also got to keep pressure on his seeping wound to ensure he doesnât bleed out in front of your eyes.
You donât want to feel completely hopeless with this young manâs life literally in your hands. But unless you get some help soon, you know he doesnât stand a chance.
âParamedics will be here soon. Just hang on for me. Keep your eyes open. Iâm sure you have someone in this world you love - your mom, dad, maybe a partner, your best friend. Theyâll want you to fight so you can see them again. I know it hurts but you stay with me. You got someone in mind?â He nods in response to your question, a ghost of a smile appearing on his features and you know unequivocally this boy has experienced some form of love.
You think of Bucky, that if you were in a life threatening situation, heâd be the one you fought to stay alive for. To tell him you love him. To kiss him again, to hold him in your arms and revel in the solace he provides you.
Out of nowhere, as if your imagination of him conjured him next to you, Bucky appears by your side, sweat mixed with dirt on his forehead. He flashes you his signature smirk as he places a scissor car jack beneath the rocker panel near the front tyre.
Heâs an absolute genius.
How did you ever doubt him?
Bucky carefully, yet quickly, starts turning the handle and jacking up the car. You immediately see the alleviation on Noahâs face as he takes a slightly deeper breath, but in turn you need to apply even more pressure to his wound, the force of the car on him having previously done part of your job for you.
âWe need to move him, in case the jack slips.â
Bucky steadies Noahâs head as you both manoeuvre him away from under the car by placing a detached, flat tabletop beneath his back. As you perform the action, you hear sirens approaching.
Help has arrived.
âBucky, I wasnât expecting to see you here.â Itâs Steveâs voice behind you, and you sigh in relief at seeing Buckyâs best friend on scene.
âHe was trapped under the car, a penetrating wound to the abdomen, crushing injuries to the chest, and a potential pneumothorax. Breathing is shallow and his pulse is weak.â You list off, maintaining pressure on Noahâs abdomen as Bucky, Steve and the other paramedic youâve seen around the ER shift him onto a yellow spinal board.
You refuse to move from your position as they load Noah into the ambulance, knowing releasing your pressure even for a moment could result in catastrophic blood loss.
Bucky hops into the back of the ambulance behind you, placing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder when Steve isnât looking. You flash him a sweet smile that makes his stomach somersault and forget for a moment that heâs in an ambulance on his day off.
âBucky, not in front of a patient.â You bashfully protest, but he just canât help himself. His chest burst with pride at seeing how natural you were out in the field, saving lives even on your day off.
âYâall probably saved my life, you can do whatever you want.â The young man mutters breathlessly with a smile.
Though Bucky wants to kiss your shoulder again, you made a point of not wanting him to do so in this scenario, so he refrains. Heâll just wait until youâre alone tonight to show his awe of you, and maybe find the courage to finally tell you he loves you as he was attempting to outside of the restaurant before the incident.
Once inside the hospital, the additional staff ensure Noah can be transferred safely, Steve having radioed ahead so they could prepare for the severity of his injuries. Wanda is one of the faces who assist with the handover, starting a blood transfusion right away before Noah is whisked away towards the surgical wing.
âTheyâve got it from here guys, thanks to you Noah should be okay after a fairly routine surgery. Go enjoy the rest of your date.â Wanda comments as she not so subtly shoots you a quick wink. Itâs only then, when Bucky realises both your jobs are finally complete, does he recognise he is indeed exhausted.
You turn to him and flash an equally tired smile, which, even in the face of how your night ended up, makes him feel like heâs floating on a cloud.
âLetâs go home, yeah? Iâm beat and have to be back here in like 9 hours.â You chuckle and the sound is music to Bucky's ears. He swears that sound alone sustains him.
How did he get so lucky?
âYeah⊠home.â Bucky murmurs, placing a kiss to your hairline which Wanda notices out of the corner of her eye with a smile.
You donât clarify where home is. Your place? His place? You simply take his hand in your own and walk out of the hospital. But it doesnât matter where youâre going, because to Bucky, home is wherever you are.
Part 8 > >
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K9 [COD MEN (POLY??) X M!READER] CH1
Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3
CASâ MASTERLIST !!
reader is transmac and autistic cause i said so :)
AO3 VERSION : K9
SUMMARY: The boys meet someone new. He seems cool but his dog seems to enjoy ripping people apart.// The boys meet the K9 trainer
(first time transferring my AO3 work to tumblr so)
(my writing is also quite shit but hey ho)
( i project so so bad with this character)
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CHAPTER 1
Soap's POV :
The Captain dragged us into a meeting and we have no idea why. I was busy watching Princess And The Frog after working out for ages, I just wanted to relax after so many back-to-back missions.
"Thank you all for showing up I do appreciate it, I know we are all probably tired, however I thought this was important to discuss before you saw them around the base." Huh saw who around base? Is someone new joining? I glanced around the room and caught Gaz's confused eyes.
"See who sir?" I asked cautiously, "___ they are the K9 trainer and his callsign is K9 because of this. He has a fully-grown perfectly trained cane corso who is with ___ at all times. If any of you are scared of big dogs then I am sorry because Bucky is huge. There will be a meeting introducing you all do not worry but I thought I should give you a heads up. Dismissed." Answered Price.
Whilst walking next to Ghost in the hallway I couldn't help thinking about what Price said. I don't even know what a cane corso looks like. Oh well, when I get to my room I'll find out cause Google is my friend. "Hey, Lt. Do you know what a cane corso looks like?" I questioned, "I think I have an idea, pretty sure they grow up to 70 cm (27.5 inches) ish and weigh up to 50 kgs (110 pounds) They are massive dogs." Ghost murmured.
I could feel my eyes bulging out of my sockets at the thought of a dog that big.As I finally got to my room, I instantly looked up what a cane corso looked like and I think I shit myself. I have to meet one of those tomorrow.
Time skip : meeting K9 and Bucky
We all sat in the common room for our introductions. Me and Gaz were playing uno whilst Ghost was just watching us like a babysitter would with two children whilst we were waiting for Price and ___. Slowly we heard footsteps, they sounded heavy like platform boots, you could hear heavy breathing coming from Bucky and mumbling muffled talking from K9 and Price. The footsteps gradually increased in volume until Price walked in along with an awkward-looking guy. He wore large combat boots which had to add at least 3 inches to his height, and a large leather jacket with lots of patches on ranging from band patches to quotes. Oh and a trans flag. Nice. His belt was studded like he bought it in the 2000s with added chains which actually looked heavy, he had black eyeliner on and a face mask. If he wasn't like 5"7 with his boots on I'd say he was terrifying.
After I finally stopped staring at this Greek god of an emo boy and got my shit together I noticed his dog, Bucky, who was eyeing everyone wearily as if at any point we would attack him or ___. With how intimidating they both look I think they suit each other.
"Um hi I'm ___ or K9 and I'll be training dogs you take on missions and sometimes taking the dogs on the missions myself. Nice to meet you all. As you all know, this is Bucky, he won't hurt you." He giggled towards the end and oh my god it's like I heard heaven gates open and when I gazed around the room I knew everyone felt the same with all the wide eyes and stuttering introductions.
"Well these are my boys, Lt. Ghost Riley , Sergeant Soap Mactavish and Sergeant Gaz Garrick. Boys this is Sergeant K9 he will be working with you as he described he will also be living on base and training with you lads so I expect them to come back to me feeling welcomed into the Taskforce is that clear?" Demanded Price. "Yes Sir." We all responded in unison.
As I observe K9 and Bucky I cant help but smile at how at ease he seems with his dog. I think he is gonna fit in perfectly.
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Though I Have Never Read It (Part 8)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2932
Warnings: Angst, fluff, illness.
A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.
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You had slept wretchedly but still dragged yourself out of bed to go to the farmer's market. It was a sunny Saturday that made your head ache as you moved into the common room with all its windows. You go to grab a coffee and turn the corner into the kitchen to see Wanda making herself some tea.
"Hey," you say, "did you want to go to the market?"
"Oh, not this morning," Wanda says in a raspy voice, "I'm not feeling very well."
"Oh, no! I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Would you mind if I used some of your honey?"
"Yeah. Here, let me get it for you," you rush to the cabinet as if she might expire if you don't get it to her quickly enough.Â
"You're so sweet," Wanda smiles wanly.
"Get some rest, okay?" You urge.
"I will. Have fun at the market," Wanda adds the honey to her tea and gives a small wave as she heads back to her room. Â
You make yourself a cup of coffee and then go to the elevator to head down. Pressing the button, you get lost in thought about the talk with Bucky the night before. Your heart had wrenched when you realized he thought he had hurt you. His face had betrayed his fear and regret and all you had wanted to do was console him. You had pulled him close, partly to show him you had no fear of him, but mostly to be sure he heard and understood each word you spoke. His face had softened as you spoke and the look in his eyes had made your heart cry out for him. The tension as youâd stared into him was intense. You had wanted to pull him to you, youâd wanted to relive that night with him in your arms, but then your stomach had clenched at the emotions running through you and he gave you the perfect out to break away. Your fear of your own emotions, of trusting yourself to really care for someone, had forced you to hold him at armâs length.Â
The elevator ding and the swoosh of the doors opening broke you out of your musings. Looking up, you come face to face with Bucky.Â
âHey doll. What are you up to?â
"Oh, hey, hi. I was, um, heading to the farmer's market at the park. You?" You join him in the elevator.
"Nothing. I'd love to see the farmer's market. I've never been."
You quirk an eyebrow at him after you glance at the panel, "Is that why the button for the gym floor is lit up?"
"Um, yeah," Bucky says, sheepishly, "but the market sounds like more fun."
You laugh at his adorable expression. He really is so sweet. You wonder if your fears about him are irrational. You just don't want him to see you as the coward he found sniveling in that cabin and truthfully, you were scared of yourself at times. The truth was you had embraced Zekeâs attention. In the beginning, he had made you feel safe and cared for. It wasnât until later that you realized how much of your freedom you had given up willingly. It had happened so slowly, so gradually, that you hadn't realized how you had let Zeke become the center of your world. If it hadnât been for your friends, especially your best friend, you may have still been under his thumb. Even so, it had taken him saying he owned you to wake you out of the trance you had been walking in. Then you had hidden yourself away in the middle of nowhere and cowered, waiting for him to find you and drag you back. It wasnât until Bucky showed up at the cabin that you had actually taken some control of your life. That night you had shed some of the weight of the past and found it in yourself to go back and fight. Bucky had, in some ways, saved you from yourself. He sees you as a kind stranger who had hidden herself away from the world but you want him to see you for who you are now. A survivor, intelligent, fierce, âŠbut most of all, real. Not a dream or a hazy memory from one night. Maybe you should give him the chance.Â
"I really enjoy it. It's kind of a Saturday morning tradition for me. Eva loves going when I have her. Iâve even gotten Wanda to go with me. Well, really it was Eva who got her to go.â
âThat sounds like Eva,â Bucky chuckles.Â
You laugh with him, âShe certainly isnât shy.â
âAre you looking for anything specific at the market?â
âJust whatever catches my eye. Usually I get some vegetables to make meals for the week,â you exit the elevator and head to the front door.Â
âYouâre a good cook. Steve and I havenât stopped talking about the sausage and cabbage you made,â Bucky grins.Â
You scoff lightly, âIâm decent at cooking, but thank you, Iâm glad you liked it. Iâll have to make it again soon.â
âThat would be really nice,â Bucky smiles at you.Â
Something about the way he looks at you makes butterflies burst to life in your stomach. You smile back and duck your head before he can see your emotions written on your face. The market was buzzing with patrons as you showed Bucky around. It was nice spending time with him. Over the next week, you found yourselves together more and more often. He was easy to talk to, funny, and smart. When the next Saturday rolled around, he joined you, Eva, a fully recovered Wanda, and Natasha, who had heard about the market during dinner one night, for the trip. By the next Saturday, Steve and Sam had decided to join the group for the outing. It was almost jovial and you had really begun to feel like, not only a vital part of the team, but a part of this group of friends. It was wonderful.
You didnât know if it was because of the reluctance you had shown previously or if he harbored some of the same fears you had held, but Bucky had kept his physical distance. A friendship had grown but he never attempted anything romantic or made any overtures. You were relieved, most of the time, but there were times you would glance in his eyes or watch his mouth that you found yourself feeling a yearning that he would. You had considered that perhaps he had decided friendship was all that he wanted but that thought wasnât without a bite of dissapointment.Â
Truthfully, the more you got to know the man, the more you were falling for him. Not the fantasy of the man in the cabin, but the reality of the man in front of you. You were comfortable with him in ways youâd never been with anyone else. At least, not since your best friend had passed. The realization prompted you to find a way to let him know that while also hoping you could discern if he felt the same.Â
That Sunday night, Bucky knocked on your door to return a book he had borrowed and you two were talking as you put it on its shelf. Grabbing the next book he had mentioned he wanted to read, you turn back to see a soft smile spread across his face.Â
âWhat?â You ask as he continues to look at you with a sweet expression.Â
âNothing,â Bucky says.Â
You narrow your eyes at him and smirk, âWhaaaaaat?â
âReally, itâs nothing. JustâŠâ Bucky trails off.Â
âJust what?â You prompt.Â
âI didnât even have to ask you for the book. You just knew,â Bucky shrugs sheepishly.Â
âYeah, itâs this crazy thing called listening when people talk. You said last week you wanted to read this,â you smile.Â
âBut you remembered,â Bucky says softly.Â
âYeah,â you shrug, trying to hide your emotions. You felt like crying for some reason.Â
âThank you,â Bucky whispers.Â
âActually, I⊠I wanted to thank you.â
âFor what?â Bucky asks.Â
âFor building this friendship with me. For getting to know me. The real me. The person I am now, not the person you met years ago in that cabin. I was⊠I was worried that you would only ever see me as that scared woman and I appreciate that youâve gotten to know the real me,â you look him in the eyes, trying to gauge his response.Â
Slowly, a smile spread across Buckyâs face. âI did, too. I mean, I wanted us to get to know each other, who we are now. I appreciate that you finally opened up to me, that we became friends beforeâŠâ Bucky trails off and looks away as if embarrassed.Â
Your heart was racing and your voice trembled as you prompted him, âBefore?âÂ
Bucky looks deep into your eyes before exhaling a long breath, âBefore I-â
Your cellphone rings, making you jump. Glancing at your phone, you see Markâs name on the screen. Since Mark returned from his trip, he had been calling more often. You chalked it up to him being sad about his relationship ending and needing a friend. The day after the dinner he checked in with you about your chat with Bucky, since then he called at least every other day when before it was once or twice a week. It concerned you though, that he was calling you for a second time today and knowing that Eva wasnât feeling well, you know you can't ignore the call. You glance up at Bucky, âIâm sorry. I need to take this. Evaâs sick. She might need something.â
âYeah, of course,â Bucky takes a few steps back to allow you space.Â
âHey Ma-â
âShe had a seizure,â the frantic voice coming through the phone wasnât like Mark at all.Â
âWhat?â You cry.
âEva had a seizure. I didnât want to wait for an ambulance. Iâm taking her to the hospital now.â
âIâm on my way. What happened?â you asked, grabbing your things.Â
âShe kept saying her head hurt and she was running a fever. I gave her tylenol but the fever wasnât going down. She just started seizing. I donât know, I donât know,â Markâs voice breaks when you hear him speaking to Eva. âHang on, Evey, hang on. Weâre almost there. Daddyâs got you.â
âIâll be there as fast as I can,â you say.Â
âWeâre here. Iâll call you back,â Mark hangs up.Â
âShit, shit!â You scramble to find your keys while tears gather in your eyes.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â Bucky asks, shocking you out of your panic for a second.Â
âEvaâs sick. Had a seizure. Iâve gotta go,â you stammer, running to the door.Â
âHey, hey. Let me take you. Youâre in no state to drive,â Bucky says as he jogs alongside you.Â
âYou donât have to do that,â you shake your head.Â
âI know but Iâm offering. We can take my motorcycle. Itâll be faster to get through the city,â Bucky says convincingly.Â
âOkay, okay,â you follow him downstairs.
âLetâs take this one. Itâs fastest,â Bucky leads you to the Kawasaki H2R, passing up his Harley.Â
He was right. The motorcycle speed was insane as he careened through the streets of New York but you never felt a modicum of fear. Whether it was the adrenaline running through your veins demanding you get to Eva or your utter trust in Bucky, you never even flinched as he pulled stunts that most would consider reckless but you knew the supersoldier was more than capable. You arrived at the hospital in record time.Â
Jumping off the bike, you turn back to Bucky, âThank you. Iâll let you know something as soon as I do.â
âI can wait,â Bucky reassures you.Â
âNo, Iâll be fine. Thank you again, Bucky,â you turn and run into the facility. With the tracking app on your phone, you were able to find Mark quickly. He was sitting in a room with an unconscious Eva laying on the bed. She looked so much smaller than her six years with an oxygen mask covering her face and all the medical equipment crowded around the bed. Your gut clenched seeing your baby girl like that. Your voice breaks as you say her name and Mark is up, wrapping you in a hug.Â
âSheâs okay. Sheâs gonna be okay. She has to be, right?â He whispers.Â
âHave they said anything?âÂ
âThey think it was just a febrile seizure but they are running a bunch of tests. She fell asleep as soon as the room quieted down.â
âOkay, okay. Thatâs good. Did anything else happen today?â You ask.Â
âNo. She complained of a headache a lot, like I told you. After a while, I took her temp, it was 101.5. I gave her some medicine to help. She went to bed, woke up crying and yelling for me. I went into the room, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she started seizing. I turned her over, waited for it to end and then grabbed her and ran to the car. You know how it is here. Sometimes it's just faster to get in the car than it is to call an ambulance.â
âYou did your best. Sheâs gonna be fine,â you reassure him.Â
You guided him back to the chairs and sat next to him. After a few minutes, his hand found yours and you sat with them clasped for nearly an hour before a nurse bustled in.Â
âWhatâs that?â You ask as you watch him hang a bag and connect it to Evaâs IV.Â
âAntibiotics. The doctor will be in shortly,â he says curtly before hurrying out again.Â
It was another two hours before the doctor stepped into the room, looking exhausted herself. She rubs a hand over her face before beginning, âIâm sorry it took so long to get to you. I was pulled into an emergency surgery.â
Mark seethes, âWeâve been waiting-âÂ
You stop him with a hand on his arm and a slight shake of your head. Turning back to the doctor, you say, âItâs fine. Whatâs going on with Eva?â
âThe seizure was a blessing in disguise. She has bacterial meningitis. If you hadnât brought her in, she could have been in real danger. Has she had a cold or ear infection?â She looks between the two.Â
You look over at Mark as he answers, âUh, yeah. She had an inner ear infection but it wasnât bad.â
The doctor nods her head, âThatâs probably where it came from. We are working on getting her a room. She needs to be monitored until weâre sure sheâs on the mend.â
âSo, sheâs going to be okay?â Mark asks, shakily.Â
âSheâs gonna be fine. That seizure and your quick response probably saved her life,â the doctor reassured him kindly before taking her leave.
âSheâs gonna be okay,â Mark sobs. Sitting in his chair again, he puts his elbows on his knees as he breaks down in tears, repeating the words as a mantra.Â
Kneeling in front of him, you wrap your arms around him, âYes, yes, sheâs gonna be okay.â
You hold onto each other until the rush of relief passes. Separating, you manage to smile at him.Â
âThank you,â he whispers, âthank you for loving her as much as I do. I couldnât do this without you.â
âIâll always be here. For her and for you,â you hug him again.Â
Mark nods and stares at his little girl, willing her to get better. Once things settle down, you text Bucky to let him know what was happening and then Tony to inform him you would need to be out of the office until Eva was better. Without fail, both replied offering their sympathies and asking if there was anything they could do. You were grateful to them and the rest of the team who continuously checked in over the week of Evaâs hospital stay, sent food, and made sure the room always had fresh flowers. They continued even once you and Mark had taken Eva home. You stayed with them, unwilling to leave Eva until she was completely recovered.Â
Eleven days after that terrifying call, you wake up in Markâs bed. Heat radiated against your back and you couldnât help but chuckle, âYou just canât stay on your side of the bed, can you?â
Your question was met with soft snores and you turned over to watch Eva sleep for a minute. Slipping out of bed, you head to the kitchen to start some coffee. Mark had beaten you to it and smiled as he grabbed a second mug out of the cabinet for you.Â
âHowâd you sleep?â He asks.Â
âFine. Woke with the human heating pad pressed against me. How about you in your tiny bed?â You laugh. Mark had slept in Evaâs bed that night.Â
âNot too bad for having feet dangling off the end of the bed all night,â Mark laughs.Â
You nod with a smile as you take your first sip of coffee. After a few moments of companionable silence, you take a deep breath and say, âI really should give you your bed back. Itâs probably time for me to go home. Evaâs better now.â
âYou can stay as long as you want,â Mark says wistfully.Â
âThank you but itâs time,â you reassure him.Â
âWell, before you go. Thereâs something I want to talk to you about,â Mark looks at you intently.Â
âWhat?â you ask curiously.Â
âUs.â
Part 9
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Yellow Masterlist
Summary:In the quiet town of Valencia, Bucky's life is marked by routine until a mysterious cloaked woman, later revealed as Princess Y/n, disrupts his ordinary existence. During a chance meeting at the tavern, Y/n's enigmatic presence intrigues Bucky, leading him to follow her into the forest where she confides in him about her imminent, unwanted marriage to King John of Eldoria. As they navigate the dark woods, Y/n reveals the suffocating constraints of her royal life, and Bucky empathizes with her plight, feeling the stark contrast between his simple life and her gilded cage. Bucky learns of the growing unease in town about the potential union with Eldoria, a kingdom known for its harsh laws. Y/n faces the grim reality of her impending marriage amid public scrutiny and the oppressive presence of King John. As she struggles with her fears and the restrictive future ahead, Bucky's concern for her deepens, leading him to offer solace and a brief escape from her troubles. Their connection intensifies as Bucky becomes more determined to support her, even as he grapples with the limitations of his own role in her turbulent world.
A/n: Guess who's back.... Hey guy I've missed you, I've also had a chance to go back and read one of my old fan fictions and cringe myself to almost death that I said lets jump back in and do it again, Love y'all and missed you hope you are excited as I am for this come back. Might remodel the page soon as well, we will see! The Tagglist is opened, for this officially as I post this. Feed back is always appreciated!
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The Swan Princess
Pairing: Bucky x female reader   Â
Summary: Fairytale AU based on the movie The Swan Princess â Bucky and you hate each other! Your kingdoms hope for a marriage between the two of you, but each summer you have to spend with in each others presence makes it worse â until his friends start to befriend you and he realizes you have more in common than he thought. But when he was ready to finally accept his feelings a curse hit you.Â
Warnings:Â Reader is called Sunshine, maybe some stuff that isnât accurate because I couldnât decide on a time this would take place and switching POVâsÂ
Word Count:Â Â ~7k
A/N: This is for Nika! I started it so long ago as I rewatched the movie I liked so much as a kid and I still loved the part when they were kids! Sadly my favorite part didnât fit in, as Bucky wouldnât offend you in 5 syllables or less. @intrepidacious
Once upon a time there were two kingdoms divided by a sea. It wasnât so long ago to be honest, but thatâs just how fairytales start and this is the one of the swan princess. Weâll get to the part with the swan soon, but first we must start when she was just a little girl.Â
Her parents had both passed and the kingdom was without a ruler until the princess was of age. Until then a council was ruling the kingdom on the island. The council often argued but there was one part everybody agreed on: They needed to bond with the kingdom of Shield. An arranged marriage would solve all their problems as Shield had an heir only one year older than the princess. The only problem was that the late king and queen had made sure that their daughter should only marry if she wished so and should have never had the pressure of an arranged marriage. And so the council came up with a plan that they proposed to Queen Winnifred of Shield, who immediately agreed. Both kingdoms would benefit from a joining and the plan was made that the princess and prince would spend each of their summers together to hopefully fall in love.Â
They didnât get discouraged when the princess and prince hated each other at age seven and eight. They were young kids and both thought the other gender was gross. Prince James even wiped his mouth after he was forced to kiss the young princess hand. âJames, behave!â the queen called him out.Â
âBut mom, girls are just gross,â James said in a whiny voice and looked up to his mom.Â
âYou donât think so about Natasha, right?â His mom tried to point out, but his mind was made up. He wanted his summer spent with his two best friends Steven and Natascha â not being forced to entertain a stuck-up princess who had been apologizing repeatedly that there had been mud on her dress when she stepped outside the carriage. Natasha was covered in mud and didnât complain!Â
His only logical response was to tell his mother that Natasha didnât count. She sighed, but didnât force him anymore. They still had time and they were still kids.Â
It didnât get better the following summers. James, Steven and Natasha had been friends for years and spent all year together. You on the other hand didnât have any friends. The council, maids and teachers raised you, so your childhood wasnât really one for fun. You learned how to stitch and to sit properly at a table, so you were always lost when the three kids started games that you didnât know and soon you rather sat with the maids and helped them stitching some flowers onto a tablecloth.Â
It all came to a turning point when Samuel came along. He was the son of a new teacher and only a year younger than you â and he was your first friend. He played hide and seek with you and taught you that it was okay when the seam of your dress was dusty and that you could clean it. And soon your laughter was heard in the castle and you were smiling as you were finally having fun. Which gave you the nickname Sunshine from the guards and maids in the castle as you were still always politely greeting them and asking how they were, while sneaking them little treats â but now you were mostly smiling and happy while doing so.Â
âSunshine,â James, who went by Bucky now, scoffed. âWhat kind of stupid nickname is this?â He kicked a stone that was lying in front of him on the path and then even his supposed to be best friend had gone behind his back. âHi Sunshine,â he waved in the air with a stupid grin towards a tree and made gagging noises afterwards. No one was here to see him, but he had to get it off his chest. It was supposed to be Steve and him against you. Not you bringing a friend along who glared at him the whole time and Steve greeting you with a horrible nickname that wasnât even fitting. And now he was stomping alone to his tree house while his traitor friend was making new friends and forgot all about the pact they both had made years ago to never befriend you. He hoped at least Natasha was still on his side.Â
It turned out that Natasha wasnât on his side as both her and Steve reminded him, they werenât ten anymore and that you could all spend your time together. But Bucky watched how you joked around with the guards and the smile you got back made him roll his eyes. Why were you charming everyone? He had heard about the whispers how they hoped that there would be a marriage. But he was only 14, he shouldnât even be thinking about stuff like that. And with you? No way!Â
You on the other hand didnât think your summers sucked anymore. Sam trained to be a guard and was accompanying you to your visits still and Steve and Natasha were nice and started to include you â even if it sometimes meant to exclude Bucky. Stupid nickname, you thought. And he was always especially mean when you played cards and he lost. But it wasnât your fault when luck was on your side and that he had a tell when his cards werenât as good as he pretended them to be.Â
âWe could go to the market tomorrow on your last day here,â Steve suggested when he shuffled the cards. Bucky wasnât amused but in the end he agreed to go to â at least he could get one of the best peach pastries, that would make up for the day. And at least you were gone soon and he would have his friends to himself again.Â
A carriage was taking the five of you to the market the next morning with four guards trailing along. They werenât too keen to accompany the teens on an outing, but then you came and handed each of them a flower and thanking them for trailing along. One of them even put the stupid wildflower through his chain armor â which caused you to smile so brightly that Bucky finally understood why you got that nickname.Â
People swarmed the young prince when they saw him and you snuck away with a guard and Sam by your side. A lovely smell pulled you towards a bakery. âGood morning,â you greeted the baker when you stepped inside the small building.Â
There was only grunting as a response until the tall man turned around and spotted you. âOh, excuse me. Good morning, princess. What can I get you?âÂ
âWhat can you recommend?â you ask and looked around. In response the baker held a finger up in the air, turned around and came back with a steaming plate in his hands.Â
âThese are the favorites of the prince. He loves them and gets them every time he comes by. I hope youâll like them just as much. Maybe I can even provide them for your wedding, it would be such an honor.âÂ
That made your eyes grew wide. âWhat wedding?â you asked stunned, but Sam had already placed some coins on the counter and grabbed the plate.Â
âThank you for that, Iâm sure weâll enjoy them,â he said and pushed you towards the door while the guard just shook his head towards the baker.Â
âWhat wedding, Sam?â you asked him in a quiet voice when you stepped outside and he was already tasting a small pie.Â
âOh yeah, well... they all hope that you and Bucky will marry,â he picked a crumb from the corner of his mouth with his tongue. âAs if you couldnât get someone better and not as brooding. What about Steve? I could see that, I think?â He was quiet after that and you pushed the half-eaten pie in his face. You could hear a chuckle behind you.Â
âStop talking nonsense,â you said and grabbed the plate from him. You shared them equally with the others and Bucky was surprised that you even handed him one and that you got his favorite. Â
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âWhat are you reading?â Bucky let himself fall into the seat next to Natasha. He just came from lessons and a meeting and he was tired.Â
âA letter from Sunshine,â his friend replied casually, but Bucky peaked up.Â
âYou exchange letters?â he asked confused and was more awake.Â
âWe have for three years now,â Natasha confirmed. âMostly we write about what a dumbass you are.âÂ
âHaha,â Bucky replied, but he wasnât so sure she was really joking. He hadnât been the friendliest towards you, even though you had tried.Â
âOther than that, sheâs really nice. And lonely, Bucky. Sheâs living on an island without her parents. Her only friend there is Sam and her whole childhood was constantly pushing her into being a queen. Sheâs 17 now and the only times she was outside of her kingdom was here and letâs be honest, we werenât friendly with her at the beginning. Itâs only two months until sheâll come again, just try to not be as annoyed, will you?âÂ
âIâm not really that annoyed with her anymore to be honest. Itâs just that people expect that weâll marry each other. They watch like a hawk how weâre acting and itâs,â his voice turned quieter at the end until he stopped himself.Â
âI get it,â she said and pushed her elbow into his side. âMaybe you should write to her about it. If there is one person whoâll understand how you feel it's her. Just clear the air and maybe youâll be friends. You donât have to marry her, you know? And before you say that it's expected from you and that both kingdoms could benefit from it... Be Bucky first and future king later. Just try to talk to her normally, youâll see sheâs nice.âÂ
âIâll think about it. After dinner,â he added when his stomach let out a loud growl.Â
In the end Bucky did send you a letter. And you replied, which motivated him to write a response and you both agreed to just try to be civil towards each other. You also both started to talk about the pressure both of you felt and with the hushes of whispers of a marriage that was following you when you were walking through the halls.Â
Bucky was looking forward to see you this time, because it seemed like you just got him. And so he was smiling when he stood in front of the castle, next to his mother and best friends and saw the carriage on the horizon.Â
âAre you smiling?â Steve teased his friend quietly, but the queen still heard and was beaming.Â
Sam was the one helping you out of the carriage and maybe that was a good thing because you knocked the breath out of the prince. It had been nine months since he last saw you and maybe it was because he had never really looked at you before or maybe it was because he now knew a little bit more of you, but you were beautiful. And when you smiled at Natasha who beat him to greet you, he decided that from that moment on he would call you Sunshine too. Steve came next and then his mother nudged him so he would finally come forwards and greet you.Â
He wanted to greet you with your title, he really did, but when he kissed your hand for the first time and wasnât grossed out by it or the idea of standing near you, your nickname slipped his lips as a greeting.Â
âItâs good to see you, Bucky,â you replied and he held your hand when he guided you towards his mother where you could greet the queen.Â
âDo you want to lie down after your travel?â he asked you, but you denied and so it was decided that you would all gather for tea in the green house. He knew it was one of your favorite places as Steve had told him so. It was something you didnât have at home. Bucky offered his arm and you accepted with your friends and guards following behind you.Â
âWhat is happening?â Sam asked Natasha and Steve, not believing his eyes. But that was only the beginning and when the second month of your visit was coming around no one was batting an eye seeing you and Bucky arm in arm anymore. Instead, the whispers werenât whispers anymore and they were openly asking you when the wedding would be. But no one of you even bothered to reply to that.Â
âSince when do you like that brat?â Sam asked, referring to Bucky the name you had given him when you were younger.Â
âSince I noticed he isnât really a brat,â you replied and tugged Sam along on your way through the garden. âWe were kids, we arenât anymore and I kind of like him now. He kind of gets me in a different way.â You then realized what you said to your best friend and started to apologize, but he stopped you.Â
âI get it, kind of. Itâs something different for someone who is in the same position. And I mean he is friends with Steve, so how bad can he be?â he chuckled and you continued your way. As if on cue your name was yelled by the blonde, who ran up to the two of you and asked if you wanted to accompany him into town as Bucky was sitting in a meeting.Â
When you came back you had some peach pies in your hand and were on the search for Bucky, who was searching for you as well. When you found each other and you held out his favorite pies for him and him a flower (because he just had to give it to you as he knew it would make you smile), your friends all had a smile or smirk on their faces when you agreed to dine with Bucky while Steve decided he would eat with Sam and Nat in the kitchen tonight.Â
This was the first year that both parts werenât glad that the summer was over.Â
âYou can write to me, if you want to,â you said when Bucky was leading you through the castle towards the carriage that would bring you to your ship.Â
âI will,â Bucky promised and cleared his throat. âAnd you donât have to wait for next summer to come visit. You can come visit in winter too. We have places here that are nice in the cold too. And the greenhouse is heated we could sit there even when itâs snowing outside. I mean, if you want to,â he added more shyly, but still hopeful.Â
âDo you mean that?â you asked and stopped to look at him.Â
âAbsolu-,â he started but didnât finish as the impact of your sudden hug cut him off.Â
âI would like that very much,â you admitted in his neck. Â
âYouâre always welcome here,â he told you and although his mom had said the same sentence to you often, you never felt them like now. The farewell did take longer until a guard told you you needed to leave before it would be too late for the ship. You promised again to come back sooner and went on your way.Â
It was late in the evening with Steve and Natasha being in a competitive round of chess when a knock was heard above the storm outside. At the same time as a thunderbolt was hitting outside the door was opened.Â
âPrince James, sorry to interrupt but I thought you wanted to know. Itâs about Sunshine, I mean Princess,â he started but Bucky was already jumping up at your name and stalking towards the guard that wasnât even fully in the room. Steve and Natasha had also stopped their game and walked closer so they could hear the guard over the storm.Â
âThere has been an accident. Samuel is here and he says they got attacked.â Bucky knew that Sam would never leave without you. His heart got heavy as he feared for the worst. The guard pointed him in the right direction where Sam was sitting on a chair while someone tried to get a look at his leg that was bleeding.Â
âWe were attacked,â Sam said as soon as he saw Bucky running towards him. âI couldnât really see what it was and I tried to get Sunshine out of there, but there was suddenly a bright light and she was just gone. I couldnât find her, I searched for her, you must believe me! I would have never left without her! She wasnât there and with the injury I thought it was better to get you.âÂ
Not soon after Bucky left with a few men despite the storm. But they couldnât find anything despite the carriage and the men that were left there. They couldnât see that much and the rain would wash away every traces soon, but even Bucky had to admit to himself that they couldnât do anything more now. The next few days and nights were restless, but your friends were searching for you.Â
What they didnât know was that they had no chance of finding you. You were held at an enchanted place and even if they found it â there was no way that they would recognize you. Which would be the only way to help, but we must rewind a few days.Â
After the attack on the carriage, you were knocked out. When you woke up your feet were wet and your dress had soaked up a lot of water. You tried to push yourself up, but you were too dizzy to do so.Â
âAhhh, my princess is awake. That is good, we can wrap this up in a few minutes.â You couldnât recognize the voice, but something was off and nothing could have prepared you for the next sentence. âMy dearest princess, would you please marry me?âÂ
Your dizziness was all forgotten when you pushed yourself up. âWhat?â you wanted to scream, but it was more of a whisper. One part was because of the ridiculous offer, another because the man in front of you looked nothing like a man with the red skin across his face.Â
âIsnât it simple? When Iâll marry you, Iâll be king!âÂ
âWhy do you even want to be king of Madripoor so bad? Wouldnât it be easier to just kill me?â You didnât know why you were even suggesting that, it was like an offer of your part and you didnât know what he was capable of.Â
He walked closer. âSee, the thing is your folk loves their princess. When youâll finally agree to marry me, your kingdom will accept me. Because there has to be something good about me, when Sunshine decides to marry me. And you and I both know why I want your kingdom! Usually islands need more help, so I wonder why no one was suspicious that a lot of things just grow there. The things you could do with the Tesseract and you fools use it to let the ground be more nutritious,â he scoffed. And you were shocked that he knew about it - it was one of your best kept secrets! âDonât look so shocked, I knew your father. But enough of that. Will you marry me?âÂ
âNo, never!â The words were spat out of your mouth and he nodded as if he had expected that.Â
âThen weâll see each other tomorrow. Goodnight my little swan.âÂ
You would scream if you could be sure he wouldnât hear you and wouldnât know he got under your skin. Why was your life so unfair? You felt helpless! Â
The secret had been kept for generations. Once your ancestor found a cube that had a blue shining. When he took it in his hand he felt the force from it. It had been a hard year, the rain hadnât stopped and the harvest had been weak. His folk had been starving and so he had wished for a miracle to help him. The miracle had been the stone that was called Tessaract and the information had been only shared by a few selected people. But as it always had been when there was a force was that someone tried to steal it for their own selfish purpose. The guy that had kidnapped you and whose face you hadnât seen yet was once called Johann Schmidt. He was a magician wo had the Tessaract for a short while. But he was too selfish, wanted too much at once and now he was called Red Skull as it described him the best now. HIs face was deformed and red and he wasnât ashamed. Why should he care what he looked like when he almost had the solution for infinity? He had to get closer, but he couldnât come back to the island, your father had made sure of that. So had trapped you at the lake. You could only turn into a human when the moonlight hit the water on the lake and you were touching the water. You could turn back into a swan anywhere as soon as the first rays of sunshine were seen.Â
Days passed and the routine stayed the same. Every night he came back, asked the same question and walked away when you refused. You were standing at the end of the lake waiting for the moon to rise. There was something in your feathers that you tried to pick out with your beak when something slammed your body into the water. You tried to lift your neck, but something pushed you under the water. Something sharp was pressed into your body and it hurt, but then you felt your body shifting. The struggle for air was still there but suddenly your human head was out of the water and you took a big breath. A pressure was on your chest and when you looked at it you saw a white cat staring at you. If a cat was able to look puzzled this one just did.Â
âDid you attack me?â you asked and the cat looked from its paw that was resting on your chest towards your face as if it couldnât understand what was happening here. Which it probably couldnât. The cat stayed close to you after that, followed you when you were walking around at night in your human form (and hid once Red Skull came to ask you the dreaded question) and when you turned back into a swan it stayed near you. It even laid beside you when you finally rested your eyes and thought back of home and your friends. Â
Meanwhile Bucky, Steven, Natasha and Samuel were gathered in the greenhouse as it was the only place where they wouldnât be disturbed.Â
âOkay, I hate to say this, but we searched everywhere. I donât know how, but if theyâve taken her, they must be really far away,â Steven sighed. He was exhausted, not that he would say that out loud but his friends looked like they would drop from the chairs any minute now.Â
âWe canât give up,â Bucky still sounded determined, but his eyes were closed. He just needed to rest them for a second. Thatâs why he didnât notice the yellow and orange sparks that started to appear.Â
âWhat is that?â Natasha asked and it caused Bucky to raise his head. Everyone was staring now at the sparks that appeared in a circle until they suddenly spotted a blonde woman, stepping confidently through it and stopping in front of Sam.Â
Bucky didnât have a weapon with him so the first thing he could think of was standing up and taking a few steps into the direction of the new arrival. âSamuel,â the blonde woman said coldly.Â
âYelena,â Sam replied, not much warmer.Â
âYouâre an idiot.âÂ
âI know,â the man agreed, which caused the others to share a confused glance. Their attention was divided by another newcomer. A man with white streaks in his hair and a long red cape followed through the hole and then the sparks died.Â
âIâm magician Strange, this is Yelena and weâre here to search for the princess. As this was the last place where she was before she disappeared we needed to come here. Weâre sorry for coming in here unannounced,â he said, but he didnât sound as he was sorry at all.Â
âWhere were you coming from?â Natasha asked and walked around the place where the sparks had been and only a small black trace on the floor revealed that there had been something magical.Â
âItâs called a portal and I donât have much time. Yelena, if youâre done with staring at Samuel, would you help?âÂ
It still took a few seconds for the staring contest between the man and woman until she stepped back and stood next to the magician. âWe need something from Sunshine that she recently had on her,â she said and suddenly Bucky felt as if he couldnât move under her stare. Maybe it was magic too.Â
âIâm not going to give someone I havenât even heard of something of her. Maybe youâre after her and I would only help you.â Bucky managed to say. He couldnât see it, but Natasha and Steve were nodding behind him.Â
âYou havenât heard of us because weâre in a secret organization. Thatâs the point: You donât see or hear us.â He could have sworn he also heard an insult, but it was too quiet.Â
âThey tell the truth. They live on the island and theyâre there to protect the land. I know Yelena and I know of Strange, I was wondering when they would show up.âÂ
âThen a warning would have been nice,â Steve commented.Â
Samuel recreated the story of how you were taken and the other added where they had been searching for Sunshine and what they found at the damaged carriage. They brought the magician and his shadow towards your stuff. Magician Strange wasnât interested in your clothes and books, but then he found a stone. It was a regular stone, he didnât have a special color or a special shape. They were confused why it had been there, but Strange claimed it was the object they needed. Sunshine carried around the stone with her on her travels as it was a gift from Steve. He had given it to her when they started to become friends and he had pressed it in her hands and told her if Bucky was annoying her again she should just throw the rock at him. He had laughed and ran away, but it was the first present she got from a friend and so she kept it close to her. Strange told Yelena he would open a portal for her where he would feel she was with the help of the stone, but he looked more than confused when the other people said they would follow through. He tried to tell the prince he couldnât just send him out, but in the end he noticed he didnât have a chance at a discussion with them and he wanted to get their princess back so he agreed.Â
Packed with weapons they stepped through the portal. When Bucky looked back he saw Strange staring back at him before the portal closed. They were in a forest, trees he had never seen surrounded him. He could hear the animals, a few birds and frogs. While the others discussed how they should approach they divided in teams. Yelena, Natasha and Sam while he would walk with Steve.Â
âTake this,â Yelena pressed a red stone in his hand. It was smooth and cold. âIf thereâs black magic around it will glow and alert you. Be careful.â She nodded at him a last time before she walked away with Natasha and Sam.Â
âThatâs a lot. Suddenly thereâs magic, we just stepped through a hole full of sparks to step out into a forest and we have a stone that will glow when we stumble across magic. But I guess thatâs what youâll have to do for the woman your best friend loves,â Steve concluded.Â
Bucky looked from the stone to his friend who was smirking at him. âI thought she was your friend?âÂ
âOh, she is! But sheâs also the woman you fell in love with. I actually thought we would have this discussion when she would have been gone for a few days and you noticed that you miss her. Not here â mostly because I didnât know this part existed.âÂ
âI already noticed,â Bucky admitted and looked at the stone. No glow, still cold and dull in his hand. âThatâs why I invited her for winter. And thatâs why Iâm afraid we wonât find her.âÂ
âWe will! Now come, so you can tell her,â Steve patted Bucky's shoulder and with more determination than ever they walked through the uneven path. Suddenly there was a glimmer in the stone and Bucky tugged on Steveâs sleeve to show him without having to talk. The closer they walked towards a lake the brighter the glow became. The fact that the sun was down and the moon was about to come up made it look even brighter.Â
By the end of the lake was a white swan staring at them. Next to it was a white cat - also staring. âIt seems like it comes from them,â Bucky whispered. âWhat should we do? Should we catch them? The swan and the cat?âÂ
âI mean we were only here to find Sunshine,â Steve was interrupted by the swan making angry noises at them. Before they could say anything else the swan was startling them as it ran in their direction. Its beak was pulling at Bucky's sleeve, and it ripped. Steves arrow was pointing at the swan, but the bird took another bite into the fabric and Bucky was too stunned and almost lost his balance as the swan was pulling him in the direction of the lake. When he gained back his balance and pulled into the other direction, he lost another piece of fabric. It almost seemed as the swan huffed and waddled towards the water alone â still followed by the arrow. As soon as it could the swan swam on the lake and the cat followed to the muddy path where it could still stand and interrupted the line of the arrow.Â
âWhat should I do?â Steve asked, but Bucky only had eyes for the swan. As soon as the reflection of the moon hit the water small splashes flew into the air until they swirled around the swan.Â
âWhat is happening?â Bucky asked but had already drawn his sword. The cat looked unimpressed even by the splats of water that were hitting it as it was still staring at Steve. The water went higher and higher until it suddenly stopped and fell. But where previously had been the swan was now Sunshine. âHow?â Bucky breathed.Â
âBucky,â you sobbed and ran towards him. As you had to travel through the muddy part he had enough time to lower his sword and wrap his arm around you as soon as you reached him. Your tears landed on his shirt, but he couldnât care at all.Â
âAre you okay, love?â His arm pressed you against him and he savored the moment you were in his arms. The stone in his hand suddenly wasnât only glowing but turned hot. The air around them was shifting.Â
âYou have to go,â you exclaimed and pushed him away.Â
âWe just found you,â he tried to say, but you kept on pushing. âGo now, before he sees you. Please,â she begged when he didnât move at all. The cat behind you was hissing. âJust hide there,â you pointed somewhere where the trees were thick. Unwillingly Steve and Bucky walked where you pointed and they only did it because they noticed your panic. The white cat was also hiding in the high grass and Bucky had to watch as you tried to dry your eyes while the grass around you started to become greener and flowers started to grow.Â
âThere you are,â he heard a voice and his eyes were about to fall out when he spotted someone walking towards his Sunshine. âThere is no need for tears, we can turn them into happy tears if youâll finally accept my offer of marriage. Your days as a swan will be over, you can go back to your island. So will you marry me?â Bucky had to watch as the man with the red face stepped towards you and tried to wipe away your tears. He was about to confront the man, when he saw you stepping back and he could hear your disgust when you declined.Â
âOh this would have been your chance, princess. Did you think I wouldnât notice your little visitors. This was your last chance,â with a swipe of his hand the enormous tree where Steve and Bucky were hiding was split in two. âYou think you can save her? What fools you are! Have fun finding her now!â A loud boom was heard and before they could do anything the whole area around them changed. Loud cackling was heard and suddenly hundreds of swans were surrounding the two flabbergasted men. They couldnât see Red Skull anymore but could hear his voice before it faded out. âNo more human form for you, princess. Letâs see if your prince will recognize you now.âÂ
âWhere is he?â Steve asked confused.Â
âWhere is she?â Bucky asked at the same time. Â
It was loud, very loud. They could almost not hear each other despite standing next to each other, but the swans were making so much noise. They were making their way towards the lake while a few of them came towards Steve and Bucky. One snapped at Buckyâs sleeve. âSunshine?â he asked, but the swan only turned more aggressive. Another one was biting in Steveâs shoe.Â
âSunshine?â Both yelled in the hopes that you would hear them and come towards them. But they only saw birds over birds. Â
âAnd why are they so aggressive? Sunshine?â Bucky complained and tried to take some steps forward, but there were too many birds. Suddenly a few swans were extra loud and two started to dive into the air. Feathers were flying around and they could see something else between the swans: a white cat. The one which had protected Sunshine.Â
âWe must reach it, I bet it will be able to recognize her! Can you grab it?â Â
âOne of them just stole my shoe!â Steve complained and tried to move forward but slipped on the ground and almost fell on one swan. In the end he managed to grab the cat who climbed his form more than willingly and sat down on his shoulder. âGot it, Buck!â As soon as both men stood next to each other the cat walked over to Bucky's shoulder. Together they moved and when the claws retrieved from Bucky's skin, he knew they came closer.Â
Until the claws came back full force suddenly and the noise in his ear indicated that Sunshine had to be close to them. Thatâs when he spotted one swan fighting against two others and the cat jumped in, ready to shove her claws into the bird. Steve was pushing one out the way and Bucky almost ran to the animal that was injured and tried to scoop it up in his arms, but the bird didnât want to be caged.Â
âItâs okay, itâs okay,â he tried to soother it. âCalm down, Sunshine. Iâve got you!âÂ
It was these words that did the trick. Suddenly it was very quiet around them while the swan and the prince stared into each other's eyes. One by one the other swans disappeared until only one remained.Â
âI think she needs to be on the water to change,â Steveâs voice sounded much too loud in the now quiet area. Bucky was finally able to lift the swan he believed to be his princess and carried it towards the water. And as soon as the feet touched the surface the water started to spin splash against both â although the prince couldnât care less as he stared into the face he came to love. Â
âYouâre hurt,â he exclaimed once he let his eyes roam over your body and saw you clutching your arm against your torso.Â
âItâs not much, but we need to leave. I think the curse might be broken I feel more like myself I think. But we need to get out of here in case he comes back.âÂ
The prince agreed. He might be a good swordsman but he was helpless against magic. The three of them made their way back to where Bucky and Steve came from, including a white feline following them. Bucky didnât hesitate to pick it up and place it back on his shoulders. As soon as it had a comfortable place where it was secure it retreated its claws and slung its tail around the prince neck. With Sunshine to his right and Steve on her right side they continued their way.Â
âOkay, so we have Sunshine. And now how to we get back? The portal is closed?âÂ
âOh, I might be able to fix this,â you said and walked towards a burned place on the ground. Suddenly your voice had more authority than they had ever heard from you. âMagician Strange, I order you to open this portal right now so your crown princess can come back home.âÂ
âHow did you do that?â Steve asked when he watched the sparks to appear again. You pointed at a bracelet around your wrist with an orange stone like the one they had in their hand. When you told them it was a precaution so you could stay in touch with the magicians it dawned on them that they didnât even have a plan to get back or if they even should have made it back. And later when you heard the whole story you fell even more in love with your prince and were glad that you had such good friends who risked everything for you.Â
âItâs so good to see you, princess,â Strange lowered his head instead of a bow.Â
âItâs good to see you too, magician Strange. At least one magician I know I can trust.â Your recap of the story was interrupted when another portal opened and Yelena, Natasha and Samuel stepped through. Samuel didnât even care that he had to bow before you â never in your life had you seen him rum so quickly and his arms were thrown around you. A burnt smell filled your nose, but you didnât care and wrapped your uninjured arm around him.Â
âIâm so sorry I failed you,â he almost sobbed in your shoulder.Â
âYou didnât fail me,â you assured him. It was chaos after that. When Strange heard the whole story, he took Yelena with him to face Red Skull and they disappeared through the portal. After a lot of hugging and checking in with each other (and calling a healer for your arm) you all agreed to get cleaned up to get rid of the burned smell and the smell of swamp.Â
Many hours later you were all still gathered in a sitting room. Your head laid on Bucky's shoulder and you had problems with staying awake. Sam was currently retelling the story of a dragon they had faced and you werenât sure if you should believe him if it wasnât for Natasha who backed up his story. The white feline was laying on the softest pillow next to Steve, but decided that your lap looked more comfortable. Â
âYou can sleep, princess. Weâll all protect you,â Bucky mumbled in your ear.Â
âI need to go home tomorrow, but maybe â would you like to accompany me? I could show you my island and to be honest,â you paused as you werenât sure if you could share your feelings now.Â
âIâm not ready to be apart from you again too,â he assured you and a featherlight kiss was pressed against your hair.Â
âOkay, good,â you yawned and your eyes finally closed.Â
In the end the two kingdoms were reunited. And while it was a huge political thing that no one really wanted to get into it was more about their princess. As the story started as the Sunshine and the Grump it didnât end that way. Because when their King looked at his Queen you wouldnât know who smiled more. It was a story of love that most people would only find in a fairytale book. And with their friends who travelled with them from the island to the mainland it wasnât only a story about love, but friendship and family. And as we stated that the story wasnât so long ago, they still live very happily.Â
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đ"Temporary Custody"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky
Word Count: 2637
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.
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7. Strawberry Cream Puffs
Mary
Mary doesnât realize what sheâs hearing at first. If she did, sheâd hightail it right back out the front door, phone be damned. But the sound of Bucky and Steve talking is muffled and indistinct from the distance of their bedroom, and Mary hurries around the apartment, checking for her phone by the coffee maker in the kitchen and then in the couch cushions after that. âFucking fuck,â she hisses, annoyed. She doesnât have time for this! She has to get back to work.
Itâs only when she walks down the hall to check in her bedroom and is passing the door to Bucky and Steveâs room that she figures it out.
"Bucky!"
"Thatâs it, Princess, just like that. Youâre almost there."
Mary freezes, whole body tensing as she realizes that Bucky and Steve are not just ïżœïżœïżœtalking.â Her face flushes, arousal swirling hard and sudden in her core at the sounds.
âFuck, fuck ⊠unhshit."
Thatâs Steve moaning. He sounds totally gone for whatever Buckyâs doing to him (God, Mary wishes she could see what Buckyâs doing to him). Against all common decency, she takes a step closer, putting her ear millimeters from the door. She can hear their heavy breathing, can hear the wet sounds of them fucking. Steve is making all sorts of obscene sounds, and Buckyâs talking to him, encouraging him in a dark, goading voice that Maryâs only ever heard the barest hint of.
"Ride Daddyâs hand, thaatâs it. Fuck back on it. Good girl."
Oh. my. god. Maryâs eyes go wide and her panties are suddenly, horribly wet. She forces herself to step away, then hears Steve wailing and grunting like heâs coming. Maybe he is, she doesnât stay to find out.
Her face is flaming hot as she hurries into her room. And of-fucking-course: thereâs her phone, still sitting plugged into the nightstand. She scowls at it, as if itâs the phoneâs fault that sheâs just witnessed what she has.
Wet panties donât feel great, so she shucks her leggings off and changes, then grabs her phone and cautiously makes her way back out into the hall. Bucky and Steve are still in their roomâshe can hear them talking in there (this time only talking). But Mary knows they both have freakishly good hearing, so sheâs dreadfully careful as she sneaks back out of the apartment. If they catch her now, the jigâll be up. Thereâs no way in hell Bucky wonât take one look at her face and know. Then heâll tell Steve, of course, because those two freaking live in each otherâs skin. And then Maryâll have to face them every day with the common knowledge between the three of them that she knows Bucky calls Steve a âgood girlâ in bed.
She makes it out of the apartment unnoticed, goes back to work, and spends most of her shift in a distracted daze, messing up more than one coffee order as she contemplates why she finds it so hot.
Bucky
Itâs the weekend, so after Buckyâs done âteachingâ his husband in bed that morning, they both get dressed and head out for their usual Saturday routine of going to the gym together.
Buckyâs not as obsessed with lifting as Steve is, so he finishes first and sits by the overpriced juice bar, entertaining himself with a little sample cup of some green apple-kale concoction and the view of his sweaty husbandâs backside as he does weighted squats. âLooking good, Cap!â he calls out, loud enough for Steve to hear. Steve shoots him a peevish glance from across the way, which Bucky knows means Shut the fuck up. Youâre so embarrassing. Bucky snickers and brings his green juice up for another sip.
âBeen discharged for over a decade and youâre still using that,â Steve grumps at him when heâs finished and theyâre walking out of the gym.
Bucky hums and kisses him on the cheek. âIt suits you.â They join hands and start off down the sidewalk. Their Saturday morning routine is to get coffee after a workoutâBuckyâs iced, Steveâs with whatever horrifically sugary additives he can think up. âMy baby made Captain at twenty-five. Thatâs fucking hot.â He sees Steveâs blush and feels accomplished. âPlus, I know you like it.â
âDonât hear me calling you Sergeant.â
âThatâs cause Iâm higher rank than you and you know it,â Bucky quips, and the two of them share a saucy grin that kind of makes Bucky want to shove Steve up against the nearest building and âteachâ him something else. He refrains. âHave you told her we served?â he asks, referring to Mary. Heâs steering them in the direction of the cafĂ© where she works, rather than their usual place, and heâs sure Steve notices.
âNo. But we havenât gotten much into the details about anything.â Steveâs tone is slightly disapproving. âYou let her avoid us with too much streaming."
Steveâs not wrong. They are halfway through the third season of Game of Thrones. Bucky squeezes Steveâs right hand with his left, indicating the metal arm. âShe hasnât asked about this.â
âSâprobably just trying to be polite.â
âYeah. Maybe.â Buckyâs arm is StarkTech, so even though heâs a veteran with an amputation, he doesnât come off that way to strangers at first glance. He gets passed over for the usual silent deference. And when people do clock the arm, heâs more likely to get stares and questions, rather than pity. Heâs noticed Mary looking a few times, but she hasnât said anything.
âYouâre in long sleeves all the time, Babe,â Steve says. âSheâll ask when the weather warms up, I bet.â
âYeah.â Bucky remembers why he likes winter so much. â⊠You think sheâll be with us that long?â
Steve looks over at him. âHonestly? Yeah. I do. Sheâs got a lot of issues, Buck. Have you noticed her eating habits?â
Bucky frowns. âI mean, sheâs picky âŠâ
âShe restricts,â Steve corrects. âHer counselor called the other day and recommended we file a petition to extend the custody order.â
âReally? Weâre not even halfway through it yet.â
âI know.â Steve twists his lips unhappily, looking down at the pavement as the walk. âLinda said we should try and talk to her about it now, rather than later. Try and frame it in a positive way.â
Bucky scoffs. âSheâs gonna throw a fit!â (She does about most things.) âItâd be better if you or Linda brought it up,â he grumbles. âShe hates me.â
âHey.â Steve stops walking, stilling Bucky with a hand to his shoulder. âHey. She does not. Sheâs just reacting to you cause you donât pull any punches. I mean imagine how scary it must be, what weâre asking of her.â
Bucky frowns as he thinks about it. âI guess.â
âWe bring her in, telling her sheâs an incapable mess and that her lifeâs a shambles, and then sheâs supposed to just one hundred percent trust us?â
"Well when you put it like that,â Bucky grumps. Not like they havenât been doing absolutely everything in their power to show this woman that theyâre not pervert serial killers, or whatever.
âPlus, sheâs embarrassed about it. About what she needs.â
Bucky grunts, thinking back to how heâd felt when he was a kid and got placed on the spectrum. âYou think evenings are helping?â he asks, looking to Steve for reassurance. âIâve been trying to keep it as light as I know how âŠ"
âBabe, aw. Câmere.â Steve pulls him in for a big hug and presses his face against Buckyâs neck. âOf course evenings are helping.â
âSteeve! Gross! Get off me, youâre allâ"
âShuddup,â Steve scolds quietly. He kisses his cheek, then pulls back with smiling eyes. âYouâre a good Dom, Buck. Even a normie like me can tell that.â
Buckyâs insides warm at the praise, but he masks it with a theatrical scowl and a shove to Steveâs chest. âYouâre all sweaty.â
âSo are you, Jerk.â Steve takes his hand again and pulls him along. âItâs slow going, but itâs going. We just gotta give it time.â
Bucky grumbles quietly. They both know that giving anything time is not his forte. A few shops down, the cafĂ© comes into sight, and Steve gives his hand a squeeze. âYou know, she did tell me the other day that she thinks youâre cute when youâre frustrated.â
âShe said that?â Bucky blurts before he can catch himself. Steveâs smirk widens and Bucky drops his hand. âPunk,â he huffs, pushing past him to open the cafĂ©âs door and hold it for his husband.
The smell assaults them as soon as they step inside. It smells like heaven; like coffee beans and yeast, warm spices and flaky pastries. Bucky looks for Mary at the service counter, but when he doesnât immediately see her he joins Steve in front of the pastry case to drool over said pastries.
âOh my God,â Steve moans. âHowâm I gonna choose?â
âHow is my BMI not gonna go up with this chick?â Bucky agrees.
The case is stocked full for the Saturday brunch rush. Buckyâs eyes flit between the shiny-glazed doughnuts, the already-crumbling scones, the sugar-crusted muffins, and the cheese-stuffed Danish. âFuuck,â he breathes, imagining a mouthful of cream cheese and dough. Steve makes a similar sound right next to him.
âHey,â a sharp voice cuts in. âNo jerking off to the baked goods. This is a family establishment."
Buckyâs eyes shoot up at the sound of Maryâs voice, then he grins as her words register. This is the first time heâs ever heard her use sexual innuendo. âWell I dunno âŠâ he drawls. âThat cream filling really gets Steve going.â Steve shoots him a dirty glare and Bucky thrills a little at the blush he can see creeping up the big lunkâs neck. So fucking easy. He looks back to Mary: Sheâs got her hair up in a sporty ponytail today, and thereâs something shiny on her lips that makes them look extra plump. âHowâs your shift going?â he asks, tearing his eyes away from her mouth.
âGood.â She offers him a little smile for asking, which is something she wouldnât have done two weeks ago. Sheâs been resentful up until recently, of Bucky and Steve keeping such close tabs on her. Buckyâs hopeful though, because lately it seems like sheâs taking to it. Maybe even mellowing out. âYou guys look like youâve been working out,â she says. The way her eyes sweep over them is appreciative, lingering on their chests and arms.Â
Bucky canât help it; he swells a little with ego. âWorked up an appetite,â he agrees. âStevie and I usually go to a coffee shop that closer to the gym, but ever since we discovered this place âŠâ Since we discovered you, he wants to say. âWell, letâs just say it doesnât hold a candle to here. This placeâs got better pastriesâcuter baristas, too.â He winks at her and watches in satisfaction as she flusters and looks away, unable to keep from smiling just a little bit. As a Dom, Buckyâs always been drawn to that kinda thing. A girl who canât take a compliment is damn tempting. Itâs that shy little blushing smile that does it; it makes him want to tie her down in his bed, take her apart bit by bit while he forces her to cum and take compliments over and over again.
Bucky shakes himself out of it when he hears Steve asking Mary what she recommends from the case that morning.âOh! Well, let me seeâŠâ She gives the pastry case some consideration. The way her lips purse in a thoughtful moue as she thinks seriously about it is very cute. âHm, maybe the frangipane mousseline âŠÂ no! Oh, no, get the cream puffs. I made strawberry and raspberry ones today!â
Her enthusiasm is infectious, and Bucky but help and smile back at her. âRight. Two of those, then. And our usual coffee order.â He pays for the order and she starts flitting around making their drinks. On the other side of the counter, Bucky glances over to Steve. âGotta get that cream filling,â he murmurs, and Steve rolls his eyes and tells him heâs a lousy human being.
Later on, Bucky goes to meet Mary after her shift ends. Itâs been unseasonably cold for October and it had sleeted a bit during the afternoon earlier in the day. Thereâs a slick patch of sidewalk just outside the cafĂ©âs front doors, which Bucky avoids but Mary doesnât. It catches her off guard and her feet go out from under her in a flash. Bucky doesnât think, he just reacts, catching her in his arms and yanking her in against his body. She gasps and grabs onto him, and once theyâve caught their footing, theyâre just left standing there on the sidewalk, pressed as close together as theyâve ever been. Maryâs cheeks color so prettily, and her lips are parted, and theyâve still got some of that shiny whatever-it-is smeared on them, making them look vulnerable and kissable ⊠Buckyâs struck hard by the sudden urge to take.
For once, he gives in to his urges.
Her reaction is a tightening of fingers on his jacket and a tiny gasp against his mouth. Bucky moves his lips against hers, urging her to respond. Heâs kind of expecting her to push away, so heâs pleasantly surprised when she makes a sweet little noise in her throat and starts kissing back.
The shiny stuff, it turns out, is strawberry, and heâs not sure if he knows that more through taste or smell. Maryâs lips are so soft and so goddamned plush, her mouth incredibly yielding under his. Itâs been years since Buckyâs kissed a woman, and he thrills with how small she is in his arms, how smooth the skin of her face is where it touches his. Everything about the way she opens up to him makes him think about how easy itâd be to take her apart in other ways. She whimpers against his mouth again, and thatâs what it is about women that he misses, Bucky thinks. Theyâre such easy prey. The predator in Bucky likes that. He tries to remember to tell Steve that later. When he dares to swipe out with his tongue, she looses the tiniest little sigh and lets him in.
Dominant satisfaction at the small victory zips through him, and he moves his hands on her, down to her waist and around to the small of her back. He pulls her against him, just a firm tug into where theyâre already pretty much pressed together. She whimpers and pants into his mouth and rubs against him needily, and Bucky has to pull back at the way that reaction makes blood rush from his head to other places.
He doesnât want to be a creep, after all, but a submissive woman whimpering into his mouth and rubbing up on him like that can really only make one thing happen.
Theyâre left standing only inches apart, panting into each otherâs faces. Buckyâs still holding her steady but she manages to find her footing. He pulls his hands back to himself.
Maryâs flushed and her lips are still parted. The way sheâs looking up at him makes it very hard for Bucky not to just grab her again. He manages not to, offering her a crooked smile. âWell. That was ⊠unexpected.â
âYeah,â she breathes. Absently, she licks her lips, almost as if sheâs trying to taste what just happened. âYeah it was.â
They lock eyes, and Bucky knows from that look that he doesnât have to bother asking if it was okay that he kissed her. She liked it.
They wind up walking home holding hands, Bucky pushing back a grin the entire time like a goddamn virgin.
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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 4
Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader
Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.
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âWhen the time is right, we will make our move,â Bucky declared, his voice resolute.
âFinally, our time has come,â Isaac, one of the resistance members, said. He was among the many whose family had been ruined for not supporting King Leonard's ascension.
âWe want justice for what we've been through!â Lucas, another member, shouted, rallying the others into a cheer.
It was a well-known fact that King Leonard was a tyrant. Though the country appeared prosperous, many suffered behind the scenes, including the members of Buckyâs resistance. Each person in this room had been directly affected by Leonardâs ruthless rise to power.
The opposition, whether politicians or civilians, faced dire consequences for resisting the king. They lost their assets, their money, and often their lives. Bucky himself was a victim.
His mother, a vocal opponent of Leonard, had disappeared when Leonard began his ascent. When Bucky asked his father about her, he only responded, âIt's best if you act like she didnât exist.â
Those words left a lasting mark on Bucky. Over time, he discovered he wasnât the only one who had lost a family member to Leonard's tyranny. At the military academy, he met Isaac, Lucas, and others who eventually formed the resistance.
As they planned their coup, the room buzzed with intense discussions and strategies. Isaac turned to Bucky, saying, âYou play your part well. If we get the king, you could easily enter the royalty since you have the princess under your palm.â
The mention of you changed the atmosphere around Bucky. He glared at Isaac. âSheâs not part of the plan.â
Seeing Bucky's anger, Isaac raised his hands in surrender. âYup, I'm sorry,â he muttered before stepping away.
Bucky harbored no love for the tyrant king, but his feelings for you were different. You were innocent, a victim of circumstances beyond your control. He had grown up close to you and knew your struggles. This coup was as much about setting you free as it was about toppling Leonard.
The night was filled with fervent planning. Detailed strategies were discussed, each member contributing to the master plan to overthrow the king.
The next day, Bucky received a call from you. âThe king wants to meet us,â you said, uncharacteristically cheerful. Given your complicated feelings toward your father, it was rare for you to show such enthusiasm.
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The day before
âYour Highness,â the servants greeted you as you nursed a headache with aspirin.
âYes?â you replied, glancing up from your seat.
âYour Majesty has invited you to play chess.â
Both you and the king had starkly different personalities, yet you shared a common passion for chess. You found solace in the gameâs strategy, a rare escape from the burdens of your royal duties. The king, ever the strategist, enjoyed the mental challenge it provided, a way to sharpen his mind amidst his ruling responsibilities.
âTell the king to give me 10 minutes,â you instructed, rubbing your temples.
âAs you wish, Princess.â
You knew better than to keep the king waiting too long. Within the allotted 10 minutes, you arrived at his game room. The room was a relic from another era, with its only entertainment options being a billiard table and a chessboard. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and leather.
Leonard had been waiting, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp with anticipation. He gestured to the chessboard between you. As you both took your seats, the game began. The soft clacking of chess pieces and the occasional murmur of strategy filled the room.
Leonard broke the silence. âTell me, why donât you want to marry Cassian?â
You moved a pawn, your eyes focused on the board. âMy heart only belongs to one person. If I married another, Iâd be a runaway bride.â
Leonard scoffed, clearly unimpressed. He leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest, his gaze fixed on the chessboard as if it were a mere inconvenience.
You countered with a steely resolve. âIt would be humiliating for you and for me. The king of Verudian have to bowed his head in apology to another country. It would be dreadful for both you and the kingdom.â
You leaned forward, attempting to reason with him. âJust as you loved my mother, the only person who truly held your heart, I feel the same way. Itâs not something I can just ignore.â
Leonardâs hand hovered over a chess piece, the weight of your words hanging in the air. He sighed deeply. âIn this world, you are the only one who shares my blood. My daughter. I want the best for you.â
Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. The words were a rare glimpse into the complexity of his feelings. âI understand whatâs at risk. But you canât ignore my feelings in this. Iâve spent years pleading for your blessing, and Iâve been patient. For once, canât you consider what would make me happy?â
Leonardâs face remained a mask of stern calculation, though there was a flicker of something more vulnerable in his eyes. He exhaled sharply as if the weight of your words had momentarily pierced through his armor of indifference.
âI want whatâs best for you, not just for me,â Leonard finally said, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation. He reached for a chess piece, his movements deliberate and slow.
His hand hovered over the piece, his fingers trembling slightly as he set it down. âYou have the same persistence as me, and itâs clear youâre not going to give up easily.â
You leaned forward, heart pounding. âSo, youâll allow it?â
Leonard fell silent, his intense scrutiny making you shiver. After a moment, he reached out, his hand firmly grasping the piece you had taken. He moved it decisively, and then his eyes met yours.
âIf I give you my blessing, will you stop hating me?â he asked, his voice softer but carrying a heavy weight.
You flinched, momentarily thinking you had misheard. After all these years of pleading for his blessing, could this finally be the moment you had waited for?
âFather?â you asked, your voice trembling.
Leonard looked at you with a resigned yet stern expression. âYouâre right. You have the same persistence as me. All youâve ever wanted from me is to marry him.â He paused, his eyes darkening. âIâll allow it.â
Overwhelmed with emotion, you stood from your seat and embraced him. âThank you, thank you, thank you,â you said, your voice breaking with relief.
Leonard was taken aback by the sudden display of affection. It had been a long time since you had shown him such warmth. His stiff posture softened, and for a moment, he was caught off guard by your genuine gratitude.
Finally, your prayers had been answered. The weight of the past years seemed to lift off your shoulders as you relished the moment.
âYou should start the wedding plans,â Leonard said, his tone matter-of-fact.
âThis early?â You asked, still glowing with excitement.
âYouâve been waiting long enough,â Leonard replied curtly. âWhy delay any further?â
âYes, youâre right. Iâll go tell Bucky right away.â You said, already eager to share the news.
Leonard nodded. âAfter that, have him come to see me.â
âI will,â you promised, turning to leave with a bounce in your step.
As you left to share the good news with Bucky, Leonard remained in the room, his eyes fixed on the closed door.
A low chuckle escaped his lips. He picked up the knight chess piece, his fingers tracing its contours. After a moment, he broke the top part of the knight with a deliberate snap. The shattered piece fell to the table, a dark reflection of his true intentions.
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Bucky could hardly believe his ears when you announced, âHe finally gave us the blessing.â
He pulled you into a tight embrace at that moment, his heart pounding with relief and unrestrained joy. Every sacrifice, every tear you had shed, and all the time spent waiting culminated in this single, breathtaking moment.
Buckyâs eyes were moist with unshed tears, his voice choked with emotion as he murmured against your hair, âI canât believe itâs finally happening. We can be together.â
The weight of the years of struggle and hidden longing seemed to lift off both of you as you walked hand in hand towards the kingâs chambers. The halls of the castle, usually cold and imposing, felt warm and alive with the promise of change. You and Bucky exchanged smiles and knowing glances, savoring the rare moment of peace before facing the king together.
When you entered the chamber, you both bowed deeply. âYour Majesty,â you said with a voice full of gratitude.
Leonard looked up from his desk, his expression inscrutable but his eyes sharp and calculating. âPrincess,â he acknowledged with a nod, âBucky.â
You stepped forward, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. âThank you, Father. I never thought this day would come. Iâm so grateful for your blessing. It means everything to us.â
Leonardâs eyes remained on you, but Bucky couldnât shake the feeling of unease. He struggled to focus on the conversation, his mind racing with questions and doubts.
Why now? He thought, Why did the king suddenly relent? The timing doesnât feel right.
Leonard then turned his attention fully to you. âYou should discuss the wedding plans further with the planners. Now, leave us alone,â he said, his tone firm yet not unkind.
You nodded, still clutching Buckyâs hand, and left the room, leaving Bucky alone with the king. The atmosphere in the room shifted as soon as the door closed behind you. The air grew thicker, and Buckyâs instincts screamed at him that something was wrong.
The once grand and regal space now felt oppressive and claustrophobic, the air thick with an unspoken threat. The golden light that had once symbolized grandeur seemed to cast long, sinister shadows across the room.
King Leonard, who had earlier appeared as a benevolent father figure, now exuded an aura of dark authority. He rose from his throne with a deliberate movement, his eyes narrowing into sharp slits of cold resolve.
The transformation was chilling; the kingâs earlier warmth was replaced by a ruthless edge, a reminder of why he was feared across the kingdom.
With measured steps, Leonard approached an old display case at the room's far end. Inside was a swordâa relic of the past, its blade reputed to have ended countless lives.
It symbolized power and brutality, a testament to the king's unyielding dominance. Leonardâs hand moved with a practiced grace as he lifted the sword from its resting place, the blade catching the light and casting a menacing gleam.
âYour Majesty thank you for the blessing,â Bucky said, his voice barely more than a whisper. He tried to mask his fear but couldnât hide the slight tremor in his tone as he watched Leonard approach. He bowed deeply, his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
Leonardâs footsteps echoed ominously against the marble floor as he advanced toward Bucky. The sword, now in his hand, seemed to radiate a malevolent energy. The kingâs face, once serene, was now a mask of grim determination. Each step Leonard took seemed to reverberate with the promise of impending violence.
Without a word, Leonard closed the distance between them. The sword was held aloft, its blade catching the light and casting a cold, steely gleam. Leonardâs movements were precise and deliberate as he positioned the sword at Buckyâs neck. The cold metal pressed against Buckyâs skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
Buckyâs breath came in short, shallow gasps as he felt the sharp edge of the blade graze his neck. The metal was unforgivingly cold, a harsh contrast to the warmth of his own fear. Leonardâs hand was steady, his grip firm and unyielding as he held the sword in place.
The intensity of the moment was palpable. Leonardâs eyes were fixed on Bucky with a look of icy disdain, his expression devoid of any hint of mercy.
Leonardâs voice, when he spoke, was a low, dangerous growl, each word dripping with contempt. âDo you think I wouldnât know about your little plan? Youâve been living in my kingdom, plotting behind my back. How dare you try to undermine me.â
The words were a cold, harsh reprimand that only heightened Buckyâs dread. He could feel the swordâs sharpness pressing against his skin, a tangible threat that made his pulse race and his breath hitch.
Leonardâs grip on the sword remained steady, his gaze unflinching. The bladeâs edge was a constant reminder of Leonard's brutal powerâpower that was both feared and revered. He was the tyrant king.
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The Feral Princess - Part 6
Marvel AU
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks
Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.
Chapter Summary: Bucky contemplates his conversation with Richard.
Chapter Warning: Childhood trauma.
Bucky was still processing Richardâs words as they made camp for the night a few days later. He had set himself apart from the others as they huddled around the fire, as a mist began to gather around the camp. As his mark for you began to feel warm his mind wandered and thoughts of you as a child, scared and helpless ran through his mind.
When Steve had told him and his mother, Winnie, of his fatherâs abuse, Bucky had to be physically restrained. He had been fourteen at the time, Steve thirteen.
Winnie had sent guards to fetch Steveâs mother Sarah, along with his father. Sarah had been given quarters with a view of the lake and her own maids. His father had never seen the light of day again. It seemed that the other Royal households had rallied to protect you but not until the damage had been done.
Bucky sat in silence as he tried to piece together the timeline of Richardâs words and his own upbringing. The time of your childhoods was full of war and it wasnât often that Royal households mixed. Too much betrayal and cross words. A common cause of defeating Hydra and Lord Piece, and a few others along the way had kept people connected.
A long awaited peace had come, along with a mutual respect of each other. But you had stayed hidden, although your reputation proceeded you. Plenty of Royal houses near and far had sent suitors your way, as well as the families of good standing. All in a bid to seek an alliance and a connection to the Royal house of Lionheart or one of the most formidable house know, The House of Loxley, along with the others you were connected too.
For those that had managed to pass the gates of Lionheart or through the woods of Loxley, they had been stabbed, shot and poisoned. He also suspected a few may have been dragon food. But you continued to stay hidden. The balls and events you did attend were those of Lionheart, Loxley and occasionally Odinson. You had no connection by blood to the latter and he wonders where the alliance comes from. He is sure that it must be Thorâs mother. Odin and Richard were far too a like with their tempers, so he is sure it Frigga.
A woman gifted in magic, fierce but kind. When Bucky had returned from war missing an arm she had sent baskets of oils and herbs to aid his recovery with clear written instructions to Wanda and how to use them. He expects sheâs tried to aid you at some point, maybe even hidden you there in Asgard.
He begins to piece together certain memories from his childhood. Letters coming and going, and his motherâs voice. A memory slips through of his mother smiling at breakfast as she is passed the mornings letters. Bucky remembers her smile as if he still sees it everyday. Even during the many battles and wars, his father away, she gifted him with a smile every morning. But in this memory his motherâs smile is snatched away as she reads one of her many letters, she gasps and places her hand over her mouth as she rises suddenly from her seat.
The voices of her maids and the guard asking if something is wrong echo around the breakfast room.
âMatywka?â
âItâs ok Yasha.â She replies softly, sensing his worry. When she speaks again she is very much the commanding queen she was known to be.
âPrepare a guest room immediately. Make sure it is warm and ready for a little one. A girl of three. A room close to my own.â
A realisation washes over him. Was that girl you? Thinking back he had never known anyone take a guest room near to his mother, even Sarahâs wasnât that close. So whoever it was was of good standing, important, and in his motherâs eyes, needed to be close by.
His thoughts are stopped by an approaching Natasha.
âWhat now Natalia?â
âIâm just checking on you Yasha, that is all.â
âIâm fine.â
âTry saying that without gritting your teeth.â
Bucky huffed. An awkward silence sat between them.
âDid you know?â He asked.
âKnow what?â Natasha replied.
âDo not make me seem an idiot Natalia!â He snapped. âYou know exactly what I am referencing.â
âI do not know the full story. Just whispers of court ladies and knights.â
âBut you know her, youâve met her. You have spent time together so intimately that you have seen her marks. Do not lie to me!â
âShe only speaks of her time running in the woods, she mentioned her upbringing was different, that she doesnât speak to her mother, and Lady Dawn, one of her ladies will tell jokes of her feral behaviour and chasing off the governesses, but nothing more.â
âAnd what do they say? The whispers?"
âThe knights, well they will not have a word said against her. I heard that one of Starkâs men once joked if she took lovers and one of Lionheartâs took his head clean off. They will not have a word said against her, when they say a whole kingdom protects her it is true. And the ladies well, they whisper about a lot of things but the oldest whispers are of how she was found in a field. That she was asked to pick their punishment. He told you didnât he? Of why they call her Tulip.â
Bucky nodded.
âAnd that is why you want to speak to Castle?â
Bucky nodded again.
âShe chose to let them live Yasha.â
âWell I do not.â
Meanwhile hidden in the mist............
You placed a hand over your mouth to stop a gasp reaching out. John reached out and squeezed your hand.
âHe knows Tulip. He knows and he still comes.â
You shook your head in disbelief.
âI donât understand.â
âHe knows, your James knows and he still wants you to be his. To be Stevenâs too.â
It had been a grand scheme youâd thought. Let Richard tell him of your childhood, the way you are admittedly a little feral and probably not an ideal candidate for a queen and let King James make his choice. He would trot off back to his kingdom and your shared soulmate and leave you alone. But he was here. In the woods. The Loxley woods. A place that people were scared to enter and many never did.
Yet he had still come to the woods to find you. Sure he had walked straight into your trap but he had come. He still wanted you.
But you were of Loxley, not just Lionheart, and well, heâs in your woods, and had even had the nerve to camp in them.
It wouldnât be right to just let him wander around without a little upset now would it and you certainly werenât going to go easily.
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Summary: After getting in hot water with Fury about his shenanigans that revolve around candy cane, you give Loki some advice on how to seduce someone if he really wants to go down the red and white striped road. Even if it hurt you to do so.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
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Warnings: 18+ | unrequited love-themed angst; smut (minors and pearl clutchers i better not see you here if you know what's good for you); p in v; oral (f receiving)
Things to be aware of: besties to lovers; some fluff peppered in there to keep it interesting
"A Team, I swear on God, Allah, and whoever else is up there in that great big blue sky that if I catch wind of one more infraction from Laufeyson, I will forbid him from exiting this floor without at least one member of the team chaperoning him to make sure that this shit will not happen again. Do I make myself clear?"
You all looked up at Fury, who was standing at the top of the stairs whereas the rest of you parked yourselves into the seats strewn about in the common room. He exuded irritation and authority in his all black getup topped with a leather trench coat, looking down at each member of the team as if you were rambunctious toddlers who had a food fight in the dining room around the fine china rather than fully grown adults rightfully confused why once again he was giving a lecture on how to handle Loki.
"Director Fury, with all due respect, what exactly did Loki do this time?" you queried, not daring to look a the raven haired god by the island currently engaged in a hushed conversation with his brother Thor. You suspected it had something to do with his notorious flirting ways with the employees of SHIELD anyways.
"Let's start with the most frequent complaints I've been hearing," the director began while descending the stairs. "He's been dressing up in a red and white striped skin-tight neoprene jumpsuit and asking employees if they wanna--Hold on, you two!" He pointed at Parker and Bishop who were sitting closer to the door, Kate carrying Stark's little girl in her lap. "Out of the room. You're too young to hear this. Take Morgan with you."
"Well shit," the little Stark uttered, making everyone turn their heads toward Tony as the three children made their way out of the common room.
"What can I say she takes after her father," Stark proudly said with an exaggerated shrug. "Continue, matey."
"I resent that," Fury shot back. "As I was saying, neoprene red and white suit, approaching employees and asking if they would like to lick his candy cane." As soon as the words flew out of Fury's mouth, Sam and Bucky broke out into fits of laughter, asking Loki if he could lend them some of his shamelessness.
You did your best to ignore the irrational white hot needles of jealously spearing through your heart at the unsurprising knowledge that yes, this meeting was about the god once again sexually propositioning anything and anyone with two legs. Of course he would constantly try with every single person he could come across. Of course he was never satisfied with whoever he brought to bed that weekend; hell, with the mental tally you kept, you found that a woman was lucky if she was even brought back for a second time.
It wasn't even like this behavior took you by surprise. Thor had once regaled you with stories of how virile his brother had been in the parties they had back in Asgard. How many princes, princesses, debutantes, and dignitaries he had corrupted in his chambers.
The blond Asgardian meant well, of course, only trying to get you all to see his brother as something more than the possessed version of himself that the initial 6 members fought back in 2012. His ridiculous stories even paved the way for you to be able to strike a conversation with the god of mischief when he did arrive on Earth, eventually giving you both the opportunity to be quite good friends.
And yet it still stung whenever you had to reconcile with the reality that that was your ceiling; that was all you'd ever be. The friend he could conspire with to play pranks on the rest of the team, the one he could drag along to try out restaurants that you just knew he was going to bring a date to as soon as you gave your thumbs up. The cuddle buddy at movie nights with the team where he'd get so bored he ended up asleep with his head resting on your shoulder.
You had all those parts of him that he never shared with any of those other people. That should be enough. That was enough.
Except for the days when you'd get constantly reminded that it meant you didn't have all of him. You simply got the rest of him when those people who shared his bed had concluded with getting the best of him. And today, with Fury holding over the threat of undergoing a two-day seminar on sexual harassment over the heads of every member of the team? Today was definitely one of those days.
"Director Fury, let me be the one to sincerely apologize for my brother's infractions. I assure you that we will not allow for this to happen again," Thor announced, walking over to Fury and clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm holding you to this," he addressed the god, before turning his gaze to roam over everyone in the room. "All of you." And then he walked out of the room, shaking his head as his leather trench coat trailed behind him almost like a cape.
"Mischief, you idiot," you grumbled, storming up and out of your seat and marching toward the stairs. "Why did you have to do that in public?" You ignored the amused smirk on his face at how you chose to cap off your question. "I mean if you really wanted to seduce someone the red and white neoprene was not the way to go. You wanna seduce a chick? Show up in her bed with nothing but red ribbon wrapped around you like you're the goddamn present, and if you really insist on the candy cane thing then spiral the ribbon along the length of your--Wait hold the fuck up why am I enabling this??"
"Doll face, please keep enabling this," Bucky joked from his seat, earning glares from everyone in the room. "What? I mean I figured if I wanna up my game with beautiful women I should consult the most beautiful woman I know," he explained, motioning toward you. The honesty in his words brought a smile to your face without much effort. Why couldn't you just get over your stupid infatuation with your friend and go for someone who was actually outspoken in wanting to be with you?
"Alright," you relented with an exaggerated sigh. "Just for you, Sergeant." He leaned forward to make a show of him listening intently to your next words. "Find a way to sneak in music. If she's into the campiness of the holiday, then use one of those sexy sounding Christmas songs. And for fuck's sake, ready a drink or a snack or something. You both will be exhausted and she'll appreciate that you actually bothered to think about aftercare."
"And what about the ones who just wanna hump 'em and dump 'em like your bestie Mischief here?" Sam's words simultaneously caused Loki to let out a low grumbling sound in the veteran's direction, as well as unleashed a fit of cackles from you.
"Truly, darling?" Loki deadpanned, the slightest lilt in his voice toward the end.
"I mean you do have that reputation, Mischief," you said through your giggles. "But honestly, Sam? Do it anyway. Choose violence and ruin her for everyone else but you."
Your words broke the room out into raucous applause as you made a show of curtsying and blowing kisses to the other members of the team. "Now see here, if you actually took the time to listen to her, Jack Frost, then maybe Fury wouldn't have threatened us with a two-day seminar," Tony remarked, immediately returning your sour mood.
"Literally nobody here needs a two-day seminar on what constitutes as sexual harassment," you seethed, leaning against the nearby wall. "We know that when the pipi's shown without consent that counts. We know that if someone puts their hands on us or makes inappropriate comments when we've shown no tangible signs of attraction and interest, that that absolutely counts." You glared at the raven haired Asgardian who was currently approaching you slowly. "Loki if I have to sit through two days of people spelling out the exceedingly obvious to me because you couldn't keep it in your pants, I swear on you, Thor, and every other deity there is out there that I will cut someone--"
You words were cut off as the god tugged on your wrist and pulled you into his arms, his free hand cradling the back of your head. "I know. I know, darling, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it would hold consequences for you as well. It will not happen again."
"Agent Y/L/N, you should be out celebrating with your friends. At least your team. They're all already upstairs getting ready to exchange gifts. The paperwork can wait for the new year, I guarantee you everybody will be too drunk off their ass to even file them correctly. You'd be doing them a favor handing them in late."
You looked at Fury with an amused disbelief in your eyes. "Never thought you'd be a bad influence on us, Boss," you answered him with a chuckle. "I'm almost done anyway. I'll justâŠconveniently forget to turn it in until the first week of January."
"Atta girl. Oh, and before I forget, good job with Laufeyson."
Your brows knitted together in confusion. "Boss, I--I haven't worked with Loki on any missions for the last few monthsâŠ"
"I'm talking about his behavior. I haven't heard any new complaints about him being a sleaze to anyone ever since that last time that I called you all in. Asked his brother about it and he just said that I 'have Y/N to thank for that'. So whatever you did, good work."
"You might not be saying that once you find out that all I did was tell him that if I ended up wasting away two perfectly good days parking my ass in a sexual harassment seminar that I would stab someone." Your words made him bellow in a fit of hearty laughs. "So really, whatever it is, it wasn't me. Wish I could tell you who to thank, though."
"Whatever you say, Y/L/N." Fury shrugged as he walked away from your desk. "Happy Holidays and all that."
"Happy Holidays," you mumbled as you finished up the last of the paperwork, putting the forms aside so that you could work on the tags for your presents to the team. You'd just begun to start on Wanda's gift when you saw movement coming toward your desk from the corner of your eye. The silhouette was more than enough for you to surmise who it was.
"Darling, you should come upstairs." You kept at your gift tags as Loki kept approaching you, only stopping when he was in front of your desk. "I can only guard your plate for so long until my brother makes a play for it."
His jab at Thor had you chuckling quietly to yourself before you took a deep breath and returned to the lettering for Wanda's tag. "I'll be up in about twenty minutes, Mischief. Thanks." You looked up and the sight before you had you using all your strength not to make it known that your heart had dropped and shattered to the ground.
He was holding two rolls of red ribbon. One about two inches thick, the other less than half an inch thick. You were immediately brought back to your conversation with him a few weeks ago, about what he would do if he really wanted to seduce someone. He followed your gaze to the items in his hand and gave you a sheepish smile. "Let it be known I always listen to perfectly sound advice, dear Y/N," he said with a playful wink as he walked away from your desk. "I'll see you upstairs."
"Good luck," you blurted out, forcing a contrived smile onto your face as he turned around to look at you. "Whoever she is, I'm sure she'll love it." He simply answered you with a devastatingly brilliant smile as he walked into the elevator; you waited until the doors closed before you allowed the tears to start welling in your eyes, not bothering to even wipe them away as they rolled down your cheeks.
Half an hour later you were heading up to the little party that Stark threw together for the team, your presents for each of them placed under the tree and you dressed up in an A-line tea-length dress with spaghetti straps set in a deep green rather than the more traditional and predictable poinsettia red.
"Lady Y/N!" You turned around to see Thor already halfway through a glass of whatever liquor his massive mug held. "Quite the choice of attire for tonight. I'm positive my brother would be more than flattered." He motioned toward your dress, the knowledge that you were currently wearing Loki's colors only now making itself known to you and quickly sinking into a feeling of utter mortification. "Ohh! And it is quite fortunate that I found you so early in the night; my brother told me that if I were to see you, I am to tell you that he will not be attending this party as he is preparing a present�"
"Yeah, I know about the present, Thunder." His eyes lit up in a strange mixture of excitement and fear. "He passed by my desk earlier and he was holding rolls of ribbon. He's the present. He's off to seduce some Midgardian girl. Lucky bitch." You finished your sentence with a huff, tilting your head toward the ceiling and willing yourself not to start tearing up in front of Thor; he wasn't nearly drunk enough to forget this yet.
"Oh noâŠ" he signed, lightly placing a hand on your shoulder. "My friend, surely by now you know--"
"You know what? I'm over it," you blurted out, throwing your hands up in surrender. "He can do whatever he wants, he's a big boy he can take care of himself." You placed your hand over his. "Happy Holidays, Thunder."
A few minutes of picking at the food on your plate decided your course of action for the night. And none of it involved staying with the team as they merrily exchanged their presents and got so drunk off their asses that they'd be unable to take care of themselves in the morning. You declared yourself the designated caretaker to the children and the team tomorrow and began the journey back to your apartment.
"Babes!" You turned around to find Natasha and Wanda arm in arm, drinks in hand. "You're leaving already?" You nodded at them. "Nooooo but you just got here and you look hot and we haven't even exchanged presents yet."
"I'm not in the partying mood, Babes," you answered with a sad smile. "I'll only be a downer. You all go open presents without me I'll probably just bully Thor into gathering mine for me so I can open them in my apartment tomorrow or something."
"Really? Not Loki?" Wanda queried, slurring her words and swaying slightly in Nat's hold.
The bitterness seeped into your heart again as you answered, "He's not here tonight. Too busy getting busy. Probably with someone from Operations or where the fuck ever."
"But I thought--"
"Wan, it's fine," Nat cut off the sorceress. "Y/N, Babes, you don't have to stay if you're not feeling up to it. We'll see you in the morning." They both approached you and wrapped you into a stumbling embrace. "Besides, at least one person in the unholy trinity should be sober in the morning to take care of the others' hungover asses."
"Carbo load," you told them simply. "There's a tray of pasta in the catering table, I checked. And if that's not enough, I'll see about making you two some grilled cheeses after the party wraps up."
"You're the best," Wanda sighed, resting her head on your shoulder. "Merry ho ho."
You couldn't help but let out a laugh as you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Merry ho ho, Wanda." Nat helped pull her off of you so that could continue heading up to your apartment. Once you were only a few more meters away from home, your phone rang. A look at the Caller ID had your heart pumping erratically. Loki.
"Just in case no one's told you yet, darling," he spoke once you answered the call. "You look resplendent. Absolutely regal."
You scoffed into the phone, rolling your eyes at his words. "You're not even here, Mischief. I could be wearing a potato sack for all you know."
"And even then my words would still ring true."
Dammit, why did he have to make it so hard to not love him?Life would be so much easier if those words didn't hit me right in the heart. You sighed at his usual brand of what you lovingly referred to as "friendzone flirting". "So that was fast," you commented, your poor attempt at steering the conversation toward him and far away from you.
"What was?"
"Your seduction," you said as plainly as you could manage. "I know what that ribbon was for, Mischief. Don't even think about placing that back in the gift wrapping stock when you're done with it."
"Not quite," he answered you with a light laugh. "See, it hasn't begun yet."
You could feel what little food you had at the party start to come up at his implication. So he was calling you before he fucked his latest conquest because what? Why? Because he was bored waiting for her to put on her lingerie that he was gonna snap of anyways?
"Where are you, Y/N?" he asked with an even voice, as if he were almost cooing.
"Walking back to my apartment. Actually scratch that. I'm right at the door," you answered as you unlocked the front door. When you were finally inside, you were taken aback at the sight of a golden drinks trolley by the entry table, containing two mugs, a jar of what you assumed was powdered sugar, a box that said Harry & David Hot Cocoa Bombs, and little containers of marshmallows, candy canes, and a little cinnamon shaker. "What the--"
"I used my key to your apartment to place my present for you." Something in his tone made it obvious to you that he was nervous about this.
"You got me a hot cocoa bar? That's--Damn, Mischief, I don't know what to say--"
"That's not quite the present, darling," he cut you off. "That's for after."
"After?" You walked toward your bedroom, ready to just kick off your heels and soak in the tub until you felt your unwarranted heartache melt away. "After what?"
Something from his end made you stop in your tracks. You could hear a woman's voice from his end, which was expected. What wasn't expected what that the voiceâŠwas yours.
"Loki, where are you?" you asked shakily, your heart beginning to pound in your chest as your brain tried to reconcile what you thought was happening. You pressed your ear to your door, dreading both the answer and what you would hear from your bedroom.
"Laying in bed, darling." Your free hand clutched at your chest as you heard his voice both from the phone pressed to your ear and from the door. He was there. "Truthfully my plans for tonight were not to seduce another nameless faceless Midgardian whose face I would end up enchanting in order for them to resemble the visage of the one I truly wish to share my bed."
"Really now?" you breathed out, your mind running a mile at minute at his words. At what they implied. "And what exactly were your plans for tonight, Mischief?"
"To lay out my heart to the woman who owns it, as well as my body if she'll have me. See, she and everyone around us have this image of me that I am a philanderer, and I fear that even if I tell her the truth of my whorish ways that she would simply choose to not believe me. I would understand. After all, it would not be so easy to believe that in my mind I have only ever been with her, that as I mentioned earlier I enchant the faces of those I lay with so that my eyes see her face looking up at me instead of an insignificant stranger's. That I love her beyond comprehension and seeing the obvious pain in her eyes the last few weeks as she looked upon me have felt like someone had taken my own daggers to my heart and twisted the blade. I knew I had to make right the wrongs I hadn't even been aware I'd done."
"Loki--"
"Open the door, darling. Please." You could hear his voice wavering as he said the words. "Let me see you."
You took a deep breath as you clutched your door handle, bracing yourself for whatever sight may greet you. Though you already knew what you would see: His godly form bared and wrapped in a festive red ribbon. Like a present.
Your present.
The image of him performing the over the top gesture in your imagination, however, was nothing compared to seeing said gesture with your own eyes. He truly was one of those exceptions wherein reality surpassed fantasy.
You steeled your expression into one of feigned indifference, one that he absolutely saw right through but you did it regardless, as your eyes roamed his sculpted physique, the red ribbon wrapped intricately around his torso that would come off in a dramatic flourish with one tug at the bow settled on the center of his chest. And attached to the thicker ribbon wrapped around him was the thinner ribbon leading to--
Goddamn he really did it. Candy cane dick.
"You look so divine it would put all the goddesses in Olympus and Asgard alike to shame," he spoke softly. You instinctively looked away to prevent yourself from any rash decisions when his eyes roamed over your body and you saw the candy cane twitch.
"And you look ridiculous," you choked out, your voice not even holding a shred of conviction. A lie so bad you may as well have worn a neon red sign saying This bitch lying.
He held out his hand towards you, beckoning you to him. "Come here and unwrap your present then, my love."
Your knees buckled at his words. "Your love," you echoed, though your tone was so laced with doubt that it sounded more like a question than anything else. When you reached your bed and placed your hand in his he sat up on the bed and pulled your hand toward him, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
"Yes," he answered you with a soft smile, his eyes looking up at you with such veneration it stole whatever breath you had left in your lungs. He placed his hands on either side of your body as he pulled you close enough so that he could press several kisses to your clothed stomach. "It's you, darling. Since the moment your eyes met mine."
His hands traveled down to the sides of your thighs, guiding you to rest your knees on either side of him on the bed, straddling his hips. Once your faces were level, you could see so clearly the emotions swimming in his eyes as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek, so gently it was almost as if he were afraid you'd break.
"Then why all those--"
"I valued your company too much that I dared not risk it simply because I desired your body," he explained in hushed tones, as if he was confessing to you, as if they were words of contrition. "You were too precious for me to lose to my own lust. And so whenever I felt the urge to shatter our friendship, I would find another to unleash those desires upon. It mattered not who. Even when I would deceive my own eyes I knew it would never be enough, and--"
"And in the process of finding another after another with the intention of preserving our friendship, you instead shattered me," you cut him off, your bottom lip quivering and your heart breaking with the effort you were exerting to not sob and yell your words out. "Every. Single. Time." He pulled away to look into your eyes, already brimming with unshed tears threatening to escape. Your next words barely came out a whisper. "I can't. I refuse to be another notch in your bedpost."
"You won't be," he pleaded, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly across your cheek. "I love you, Y/N. You are all I would ever desire. All I have ever desired since the moment we met."
You placed your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself both physically and emotionally for the next words you were about to let out. "I love you, Loki." The smile on his face was so blindingly brilliant and rife with relief as he leaned in with the clear intent of pressing his lips to yours; however, you pushed back against his shoulders, earning you a confused look from the god. "If we do this, the sleeping around stops. Okay? Because I won't share youâ"
He silenced you by pulling you towards him, your chests flush against each other, claiming your lips in a kiss that oozed of yearning and ages of repressed love. The moment you opened your mouth to him and your tongues met, you both sighed into each other's mouths in audible contentment. "I am yours, my love," he panted as he pulled away. "All of me. I do not intend to be shared, just as I have no intentions of sharing you if you would be mine."
His. That sounded like a dream. A beautiful fantasy too blissful to be true. "YoursâŠ" You tested the word on your tongue as if it was such a foreign concept. "I'd like that," you said softly as you ran your hands along his shoulders, traveling down to his chest and the bow situated in its center, a loving smile stretching across his face as you did so. "SoâŠif I tug on this it all comes falling off?"Â
He placed his hand over yours, placing a tender kiss on your neck before whispering against your skin, "We need not go further if you're not ready to be intimate with me yet. We could stay doing exactly what we were just moments ago for the rest of and I would be content. Because it's you. I am finally with you." He traced his lips along your jaw and up back to your mouth, claiming it once again in a soft kiss. "Only when you are ready, tell me. Or tug on the end of the bow andâ"
"Yeah you can save the speech, Mischief. I'm ready," you cut him off, pulling at the end of the bow and watching the ribbon unravel with a dramatic flourish down to the bed. "I love you, and I want you to make me yours." His smile turned mischievous as he pulled the entirety of the ribbon off and away from him, his hands then returning to your thighs, skimming under the hem of your dress. "You're not pretending anymore," you cooed.
"And yet a fraction of this reality with you is worlds better than any illusion I'd ever conjured." His words sounded so reverent that they alone sent a rush of arousal pooling between your legs, worsening the state of your already drenched panties. His hands inched up slowly, hiking up the bottom of your dress along the way. He looked at you with an uncharacteristically timidity in his eyes, as if he was asking for permission. "May I?"
His hesitation unleashed something you could only describe as desperate in you. Desperate for more of his touch. His kisses. That lust he'd mentioned earlier that he didn't want to risk losing you to. You wanted him to lose himself to that desire now. Craved it, even. Your words from weeks ago echoed in your mind, a wicked grin playing at the corners of your mouth as they came to the forefront of your thoughts.
You wanted to ruin him. For everyone else but you. And vice versa.
As if he hadn't already ruined you the moment you walked in and spotted him all wrapped up like the best Christmas present you'd ever receive for the rest of your days.
You ran your hands down the length of his arms, hooking them under the bunched up hem of your dress and pulling the garment over your head, haphazardly throwing it down to the floor, joining the ribbon. His eyes lit up as his gaze roamed all the newly exposed skin to him, immediately leaning forward and pressing his lips to the skin above your heart and proceeding to trace the outline of your bra with his lips. "No more pretending," he breathed out, the slightly cool air of his exhalation chilling your heated skin by the slightest.
"No more pretending," you echoed with a satisfied grin pulling at your mouth. You brought your hands to his shoulders once more, urging him to look at you. Once he did you pressed a fevered kiss to his lips before groaning against him, "But I want you to fuck me as if you were."
Loki pulled your hips flush against his, both of you letting out an obscene moan as your drenched clothed core made contact with his hardened member. "No," he growled, reaching behind you to undo your bra, the undergarment falling unceremoniously to the ground and joining your dress. "Perhaps another night, my darling." He maneuvered your bodies until you were laying down on the bed, him hovering over you and looking up at you through his lashes. "This is not something that deserves to be over in minutes."
"Minutes?" you huffed in utter shock and disbelief. "What happened, they tap out?"
"Frustration on my part," he answered you simply, beginning to trail kisses across your collarbone and down your chest. "Because despite my greatest efforts my mind could not be deceived. They weren't you. None of them were you." He went on a path down your body, briefly taking each of your nipples into his mouth and laving his tongue over the stiffened peak, down your stomach, and stopping at your mound. "I can tell you now, my love, that this will not last for mere minutes. I intend to take my time with you."
As soon as he said those words, you let out a sharp gasp as he so effortlessly snapped apart the sides of your panties and pulled the fabric off of your body, proceeding to place your thighs on his shoulders and lift you off the bed. Just enough that your shoulders and upper back were still laying flat, but also enough that it would take great effort for you to find the leverage to squirm away from him if you wanted to.
You twisted your body in his hold so much that he seemingly casually laid his forearm across your lower stomach as he continued to subject you to wave after wave of relentless pleasure, steadily ramping you up to an orgasm that threatened to leave you boneless. "Oh my darling," he groaned against your skin, the vibrations from his voice sending a delicious thrill throughout your entire body. "I could devour you for hours."
The whimper that escaped your mouth felt so uncharacteristic for you. Then again everything about tonight felt unfamiliar to some degree. "Loki," you whined, prompting him to close his lips around your clit and flick his tongue mercilessly against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, and letting out a scandalous moan against the desperately over-sensitized nub that send you over the edge. You screamed his name as your back arched off the bed, the haze of your climax making you only vaguely aware of how he held you still as you rode out your release on his tongue.
He set your legs back down on the bed and you were thankful for the reprieve, allowing you a few moments to catch your breath; however, the rest was short lived, as he gripped your hips and pulled you toward him until your ass sat atop his thighs, and he placed a hand under your back to prop you up and face him, pulling you in for a kiss so deliciously carnal as your tongues tangled together and you could taste yourself on him.
"I love you," he panted once he pulled away, bringing his hand down between you and lining his cock up at your entrance. He wrapped his other arm around you and held you close, pressing his lips softly along your neck and shoulder as you eased yourself onto him inch by inch, biting your lip as you felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as your walls stretched to accommodate him.
He moaned against your neck once you'd fully sheathed him inside of you, the backs of your thighs resting deliciously on the tops of his. You laid your hand on his chest as the other wrapped around the back of his neck, doing your best to move and set a pace for you both but even the slightest shift sent rippling shocks of pleasure all over your body that all you could do was rest your head against his shoulder and desperately whimper his name time and time again.
Those whimpers quickly became moans as he held your hips firmly and began to guide your body up and down along his length, capturing your lips in a desperate, nearly harsh kiss that proved effective in muffling the tell-tale screams of pleasure being elicited from both of you.
What started as a tender, sensual pace quickly turned frenzied as you both began to chase each other's pleasure, your hips finally moving of their own accord and allowing his hands to roam your body, his lips doing much of the same. When your paces grew staggered he moved you to lie back on the bed, your back once again flat against the mattress, and he hooked your legs around his waist as he drove into you mercilessly.
"Please," you cried out, feeling the coil tightening in your lower stomach once again. "I don't think--"
"Oh you can, my love," he countered you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder in a sloppy open mouthed kiss, your brain fogging once more as you felt him flicking his tongue against your skin, and his hand moving between you to start rubbing tight circles on the swollen bud. "Come with me," he coaxed as he proceeded to kiss along the shell of your ear, your moans echoing around your bedroom as his thrusts became slower, but harder.
Your legs shook with how hard your climax hit you, not even thinking you could manage it since you'd never done it before, but it truly didn't take you by surprise that Loki had managed to do just that as he somehow hit every sweet spot inside of you with every move. He reached his own peak as your walls clenched around him, his hips jerking against yours as he finally reached his release inside of you.
"You know, if I'm gonna be honest, I would've thought that you would've gone for the gold ribbon," you told Loki as you two were sat at the little kitchen island in your apartment, both of you nursing your own mug of hot cocoa as the god held your calf in his free hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I know we had some in the stock room last I checked."
"Well, my darling, you would be correct. But when I arrived at the stock room earlier today someone else had already taken the gold. That was when I knew I had to hasten my steps, make it here beforeâŠ" he trailed off.
"Before what?" you asked with a chuckle.
He took a deep breath before placing his mug down and reaching over to take yours from your hand, setting it down as well, before he pulled you back onto his lap and captured your lips in a kiss that felt both possessive and desperate all at once. "This does mean that you are mine now, dear Y/N. Yes?" he asked when he pulled away, shock flooding your system when you saw the vulnerability in his eyes as he said the words.
"Of course," you breathed out, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're stuck with me now, Mischief."
"I would have it no other way, my love." He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands reaching up to weave his fingers through your hair. "Y/N before I made it to your apartment, I'd heard that one of the men on our team was trying to find a way into your apartment to follow the advice you'd given us weeks ago as well."
That reveal had taken you aback, your eyes widening as your brain tried to process the new information. "I'll be honest, Loki. If I walked in here and found someone else ribbon-clad in my bed I would've kicked them out. Walk of shame style. Tonight wouldn't have ended the way it did if it wasn't you."
Those words made him pull you in for another kiss, sighing into your mouth as he pulled you even closer to him, your bodies completely flush against each other.
"I'm glad you got the red, though," you said, a wicked smile pulling at the corners of your mouth as he looked at you with confusion rife in his icy stare. "I liked the candy cane look on you." You struggled to move away from him as he trapped you in his arms, proceeding to tickle your sides and render you into a giggling mess.
"My beautiful little menace," he chuckled as his onslaught ceased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Do you not even wish to know who it was that would have walked in shame out of your apartment had you found him instead?"
"You know whatâŠI kinda amâŠmostly because I want to picture their walk of shame in gold ribbon. Who was it?"
You broke out into another fit of laughter, your body shaking uncontrollably as he held you against him as soon as he uttered the name. "Barnes."
A/N: Omg I'm so happy to finally finish this story and finish off the idea that's been running around my brain since Monday đ "Candy Cane Dick" story is finally done. SAS, if you know you know đ
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