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misguidedasgardian · 3 years ago

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My love, his duty // Chapter 8

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never celebrated your birthday that much, but, Bucky had other plans for you

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

Chapter Warnings: cursing? talk about sex, pregnancy, medieval customs and beliefs, failed attempts against a pregnant woman, mentions of abortive herbs, a soft smut, a little blood and small injury.

+18 please. Minors be warned

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Notes: I don´t know why but in my two fics I haven´t been treating Sharon kindly, I really like her character in the MCU, but well she is the one that had scenes with Bucky so it's easier to picture them together, Sorry Sharon.

“The Queen is with child!” screamed Bucky at the top of his lungs in the middle of the court, everyone then started clapping and chanting, his friends came close to congratulate him, and hugged him. Many would agree that they have never seen him so happy, “And she is craving plums!” he said, laughing, “My favorite fruit! Can you believe it?”

“I shall fetch some from my own gardens” said Sam smiling widely, “For her”

“You would win both our hearts Sam” Bucky said, “I can't believe it! It's happening so fast!” suddenly his face of pure happiness was changed by one of pure fear

“You are going to be fine” said Steve, tapping his shoulder in a comforting way

“Yes but, a couple of months ago it was just me, then her, and now, a baby” he murmured

“Yes it is fast, but everything is going to be ok” said Tony, “My wife is pregnant as well” he said with a wide smile

“Congratulations!” yelled Steve, embracing his friend

“Yes you are right!” said Bucky, his spirits restored, “The walls of this castle will thunder with the laughter of little kids, and the hallways shall be filled with little footsteps and games” So the King looked at Steve and Sam, “so you better get to it, uh?”

“Yes, so they will all grow up together” said Tony

“How is she though?” asked STeve

“Oh Pepper is great, all over everything like always, she is at home running things with an iron fist” he said proudly, “Now I get to be here without concerns because she can take care of everything”

“And how is our Queen?” Steve asked then

“She is great” he said, “She is returning everything she eats before noon but after then she is strong as always”

“Morning sickness are a good sign” said Tony confidently

“Yes, but im scared about the council and the court pressuring her, I really want to just have her locked up in my room”

“Slow down tiger” mocked Tony, “Pepper won't even let me touch her”

“You are glowing” said lady Jane

“I don't believe that's true, I feel very sickly” you giggled, as your ladies were witnesses of how you threw up your breakfasts in the morning

Lady Jane was helping you put the corset of your gown, and when she tied it at your back and attached it to your body, you felt a sharp pain rickling at your belly. You shriek at the sudden pain. Jane stopped at once and you felt bad about scaring her when you grabbed the corset and tore it from your body.

“Shit!” you cursed, not being able to stop it

“Your majesty, what's going on?” Wanda asked, but she gasped, as all of them did, when they saw drips of blood from your belly, tainting the fabric of your dress

“Oh god” you cursed, you didn't feel any pain inside, but in your skin

“Look!” Lady Natasha grabbed the corset, and she found sharp pieces of glass, hidden between the seams

“Who would do this?” asked lady Sarah. Nat helped you get rid of the gown, to check at your wounds

“Bring the physician” demanded Wanda

“I'm sure this isn't necessary!” you exclaimed, but it was too late

In the other side of the palace, Bucky couldn't believe what he was reading, and he wanted to punch himself

“She is going to kill me” he said, reading the document

“I understand this was made and signed in a time where you didn't care about the marriage” Vision said softly, “But right now, with the marriage sealed and consummated, fulfilling the alliance, I'm afraid there is not much we can do”

“This cannot be” he said, reading the paragraph over and over, “Bring me Lord Fury”

In short minutes, the man showed up in the council room

“We have called upon you from abroad to tend and help the Queen in the great matters of the state, but before this assignment was drawn upon you, you were doing… another service for the crown”

“I was creating your intelligence web” he said firmly

“Indeed, and now I need it” Bucky passed the document to him, “The fifth term” he read it hastily. Fury grabbed the document

“Yes, this makes sense” he said

“But why?” Bucky asked, “Have you learned anything?”

“Yes, indeed” he said, “I´m afraid our Queen´s native country is in the brink of a civil war”

“Why?” he asked

“There are many that opposes the rule of the King, since he isn't from the royal bloodline of the house of (Y/L/N), but only the husband of the late Queen” he told him, “There even less of them, that support her majesty´s half brother, indeed they call him a bastard and won't support his rule after his father has passed”

“So what do the people want?”

“They want her” he said softly, “They yearn the return of the daughter of Queen Elizabeth, their rightful ruler”

“But she left when she was just a child” Bucky said, amazed

“They still chant her name in tabers and gatherings, claiming “God save our rightful Queen”

“So that's why he sneaked in that fifth term” he said, “If the succession of his son fails, he wants another, the son of the rightful Queen

“Indeed” Fury said, “He wants you to deliver your second born male heir, so he could one day rule their country, and secure his realm”

“I'm not giving him any of my children” he said strongly, “I don't care what my father and I signed 6 years ago”

“We will fight this” said Vision, and Fury agreed

“What if we take this to our advantage? What if the Queen takes the throne, with the support of our troops?” suggested Bucky

“Your majesty!” called Peter, interrupting, entering the room, “It's her majesty” Bucky stood up rapidly

“What is it?” he asked, “Is everything ok? Is it the baby?”

“The physician is with her” Peter said, “She is injured but she is fine”

Bucky walked fast towards your room, to find you laying in bed, with a thin nightgown drawn up,only covering your breasts, discussing with the doctors

“I'm telling you I'm fine” you said softly

“What's going on?” he asked, still scared

“The Queen is injured” said the one closest to him

“I'm not injured” you said, “It's just some scratches” he leaned into you, as he examined the now clean cuts

“What happened?” he asked again, “Is the baby ok?” he looked for answers in his physician, and in Wanda

“The prince is fine, your majesty, she cutted her belly with pieces of glass” said Bruce

“Glass? How did she manage to do that?” then your lady handed him your corset, “What is this?” someone hurt you on purpose”

“I'm fine” you said

“Somebody wanted to hurt you and my child!” he growled, “I want to find out who did this”

“I shall talk to the guards” said Wanda

“No more corsets for you” he commanded, “I´ll send your way the court´s seamstress, she will make loose gowns for your growing belly” he demanded, and looked at Wanda to seal his command as she nodded to confirm it. He walked away from you and your room to find Steve, who was in the courtroom.

In a matter of minutes, The King had Fury and Steve in front of him

“She is not taking this seriously” he said to both, “Somebody did this on purpose to harm her and my unborn child” he said, “I want to figure out who did this and I want him or her disemboweled”

“I will conduct an investigation” he said, “The first one to be questioned are her ladies, you must know that”

“Ok, but play nice until you find something odd, if you harm them or make them unsafe she will demand your head, you didn't see her with Rumlow”

“I heard she was fantastic” he said amazed

“Yes she was” he said, enamoured, “But still, be nice to them, ask them about their comings and goings, who was the first to get to the room, who was the last to leave at night, when was the last time she worn that corset, and so on”

“Very well”

That night Bucky won´t even let you coming back to your chambers, he insisted you slept with him that night, and the nexts as well though. You had waned him that you coulnd´t lie with him he assumred you he was fine with that, but you were starting to sense it was a trick.

“Oh fuck, you are getting more curvy” he purred in your ear, as his big hand grabed your breast sofly but strongly, making you moan, “You are growing more beautiful everyday” he promised, as the same hand snaked under your nightgown

“You might hurt the child” you contradicted between moans, you really needed him, your body needed him

“You know that's not true” he purred, “come on gorgeous, just the tip, just a little bit” you whined but leaned into his naked back when you felt him trying to open you up with his thick member

“Just a little” you surrendered, moaning when you felt him inside you.

He made love you to, softly and lovingly, hugging you and caressing you tightly against him. And afterwards you slept just like that, protected and cared for in his embace.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, caressing your face

“Tired, but fine” you murmured, not wanting to even leaned in, you wanted to stay in bed all day”

“Very well, you should stay here then” he purred, kissing your forehead, “all day”

“I won´t argue with that” you said, pleased

Bucky left you in his room while he prepared for his meetings for the day, when he was reached by Joquin, one of your guards

“M´Lord, one of her majesty´s maids is with the physitian” he said, worried beyond words, Bucky frowned and looked at him

“Why would that concerned me?” he asked. He swallowed thickly

“His majesty should speak with Bruce Banner” He hastily walked towards the lower floors, to the palace his physitian resided and tented to wounded and sick patients.

The girl was there, screaming and twisting in a bed. gripping at her stomach

His friend came to him quickly

“You majesty, I´m afraid…”

“Why would this concern me?” he asked

“She admitted to have… consumed some sweet treats that were delivered late at night to her majesty´s chambers” he muttered. Bucky looked at him in panic.

“What?”

“It had a strong herb that would have mudered the prince in her majesty´s belly” he said carefully. And Bucky right then, knew true fear

"Somebody is trying to kill my unborn child, and his mother with him"

"She wouldn´t have died though" said Bruce, "Thi girl will be fine, she is not with child, some strong pains, but she will be fine"

"I don´t care, someone is trying to harm my wife"

The King, in commemorating the day you were born, 20 years ago, decided to celebrate it with a big festival. The green field before the castle had been filled with colorful tents, attractions, magicians, jugglers, mile long tables filled with foods and desserts

You were barely swollen with your child, and even if your feet hurt, you put up your most colorful dress to join the festivities.

Bucky took pride in holding you close to him as he introduced you to all that came across him, not leaving your side for a single second, his hand at all time tied to your hip, sneaking soft touches to your belly whenever he could.

“I know you've been interviewing my ladies” you accused, without stop smiling as you walked among the tents

“I want to figure out who did this to our baby and to you” he said softly, caressing your hand

“And I appreciate that” you said, “But I think is too much”

“Somebody created a device to injure you” he said, “Somebody put sharp and big pieces of glass in something you were wearing so tightly to your skin it could have stabbed you, I should be grateful for Jane´s weak fingers, if it was being held with more purpose you could have been killed” he said, “I won't stop until I have the culprit”

“Very well” you relented, perhaps you did look past this too easily. And you distracted yourself with the colorful festivities, “Thank you for this”

“You deserve this and more” he said kissing your temple

“How can I ever repay you for everything?” you asked softly, preening in the softness of his touch

“You already did” he murmured, his hand on your belly

Futry watched everything with watchfull eyes, looking fo something other than fun and games, always in the lookout. He finally then looked at the redhead walking at his side

“Get rid of her” Fury said firmly to Lady Natasha, and she just nodded decisively

“I will” she said without stop smiling, to conceive thieir conversation, “What else?”

“Take care of her” he said, “She must not come to any harm, right now the King holds her so close to his heart that if she would turn harmed, with the prince or princess, it would provoque unrepeareble damage to our King, and therefor our Country”

“Very well” Natasha keep walking faster to make distance between them, their conversation lasted only seconds, a simple run in by the people around them

Nat then walked towards Wanda, who was helding a conversation with The Vision. The older redhead just smiles as she apporached them

“Shouldn´t you be with an scort?” she asked. Wanda blushed scandalously

“Well we are sorrounded by people!” said the Vision, “And I believe that is enough, if of course, this sweet lady deems so to keep her grace” Wanda just nodded

“I´m here as well” said Pietro hastly, reaching the trio,

“How are you Lord Pietro?” asked Natasha

“Well, now I just have been appointed as a member of the Kingsguard, thanks to Wanda” he said smiling

“And I´m sure not without merit”

“Let´s join the festivities” urged Nat, “A small play is about to start”

Bucky left you seated in your place of honour before going to a side to talk to Steve, who came to him with a woried face

“Have you heard everything?”

“All the ladies have solid alibys for both events” he said formly, “but one…”

Bucky raised his head to look at you, smiling and laughning at the play he had brought from your own home country just for you, to feel more at home. The crippling fear he has been feeling this apst days when he learned womebody was after you could only mean one thing. You had gain a big pace in his heart. His Wife, his Queen, the mother of his child.

He realised something… he would kill who would try to harm you.

“You have make me so happy, my wife” he whispered in your ear, as you both walked the gardens

“I have?” you couldn't help to sound hopeful, his words reached your heart and your chest was warm because of it

“You must certainly have” he said, “You have brought happiness not only to me, but to this Kingdom, and this court” your heart jumped in your chest, “and you are pregnant with my child” He nuzzled your temple with his nose, and you giggled softly, cuddling against him even further

“Would you prefer a boy?” you asked, smiling, as Bucky stroked softly your yet flat belly “what if it's a girl?”

“I don't mind either way, we are both young, we have time” He gave you a wide smile “but is it bad that I desire only little girls that take her looks from their mother? running and giggling around the castle?” you giggled as you snuggled against him

He didn't have the heart to tell you then that the only thing he wanted was that you survived the birth, that the gender of your children didn´t really matter to him, it did to the rest of the court and his councelors, but he would tell them to fuck off, if you bared only daughters it would be his joy, and the oldest would succeed him, even if everyone prefered male heirs

“I shall leave you now, My Queen” you pouted and he chuckled as he placed his warm hands on your cheeks “I have audiences today, all day”

“Do you want me to come with you and sit by your side?” you asked, expecting and wishing he said yes

“My Love, what I want from you is that you rest” he said kissing your forehead, “take care of our baby” he kissed you again

“Shall we have supper then?” you pleaded

“Nothing would make me happier” he left you then, in the gardens. But You didn't want to be alone, so you just dive a couple of more minutes into the gardens, and then you returned to the castle, hoping to go to Wanda. Vision had expressed his interest in her and wanted to court her, and you, as a pregnant married woman, were eligible to chaperone the cute couple. Wanda couldn´t be happier

You walked towards your private chambers, when a silhouette in the hallway stopped you. Lady Sharon entered Bucky´s private chambers. You felt a thickness in your chest at the sight, and you wondered… you directed yourself to your guards posted in the doors to your room

“Is the King in his private chambers?” and they both nodded, awkwardly. And just like that your eyes filled with tears

“You called off the bannermen?” asked a thick voice, “after weeks of preparations?”

“Indeed” the Baron paid no mind as he served himself a cup of tea, and a small silvery plate with sugary delicacies

“Why?” he continued, “this is what you always wanted”

“Yes, and I want it still”

“Then why did you put a pause in it?”

“He got married” he said simply, “With a young and powerful princess”

“Yes, we know” he said, almost bored, “They say she is already with child” Both pair of eyes of both men shined with malice

“I´ll let him simmer in his happiness, I´ll let him hold his pregnant wife, and later his newborn baby in his arms, and then, when he thinks he has touched the heavens in happiness, I´ll dragged him to hell myself, taking everything he hold so dear right from his chest”

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thisisalljustkink · 3 years ago

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How Zulo Can You Go?

by Thomas the Tame

Original post on FictionMania

Note: This is without a doubt one of my favorite TF scenes of all time. I thought it lost for years until someone helped figure out that it's a "Medallion of Zulo" story from fictionmania.tv!

I'm reposting my favorite section here with some minor edits for Tumblr. The full story contains gender-swapping, but this part focuses on mostly consensual age-regression.

The door whipped open from the inside, pulling the keys from Chris's hands. He smiled to greet his wife, but was stopped cold by an unfamiliar face.

"Hello. You must be Mrs. Hartley's husband."

She was young, very young, too young, too damn young to be so pretty, with that pert cheerleader nose, and blonde hair that hung loose over her shoulders, around her face, and only seemed to find sexier and sexier ways of messing up itself. His next glance--done before he could help himself- -shot straight down her tank top. Oh god, creamy white breasts, small and perky, nipples as upturned as that sorority girl nose of hers. Who was she and how could he get rid of her before his dick jumped out of his pants and into her--

"Where's, uh, my wife?"

The girl backed away. It didn't help. Her tank top was short, and her smooth white belly peeked out and winked at him. He swore that little "inney" of hers was teasing him. Everything about this girl was a tease; she couldn't help herself; her body seemed designed for it. Her bra was black he noticed; the straps were not very well concealed. The sprinkles of freckles that ran up and down her arms (like sensual constellations) made him lose track of his thoughts.

" . . . back in a few hours. She said I could hang out here until she got back. That's okay . . . isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." He dug in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed Marissa.

The girl crept closer, her small hand pushing down his wrist to view the phone screen. "How come you're calling her?"

"I want to know why her car is still here."

"Her friend Helena drove."

He left a short message on Marissa's voice mail, hung up, and eyed the girl. "What was your name again?"

"I didn't say," she grinned. Her eyes twinkled. Her nose crinkled. She looked like a little devil. He could imagine . . . well . . . .

"What is your name?"

His stern tone made her flinch. Her grin fell away. She wore the expression of an admonished child. Her eyes flitted up into his, noticed the disapproval, and flitted down. "Sandy."

"Well, fine, Sandy. You can stay and watch TV or whatever you like, but I have some work to do upstairs."

"Okay."

Manipulative little--what was she thinking? He had to get a hold on himself. She was just a kid. Maybe she knew the effect she was having on him and maybe she didn't. Maybe she was doing it on purpose and maybe she wasn't. She reminded him of Sarah, his first crush, cheerleader, bouncy, sexy, and wanting nothing to do with a little twerp like him.

He was none too happy with Marissa either, leaving some teenage girl alone with him in the house.

He was halfway up the stairs before Sandy called out to him. And it was "Chris!" not "Mr. Hartley!"

He turned and chastised her. "Excuse me?"

"Your wife left this for you. She said it was urgent."

He took the envelope from her and started to tear it open, but she was still standing there, a step below, peering up at him, her large soulful eyes twinkling like an eager puppy. Was it his imagination or was there just the hint of a smirk on those glossy pink lips of hers?

God, her whole face, her whole body, had that healthy, vibrant flushed glow. So young. So very, very young.

"Something else?" he asked.

She slipped up beside him, uncomfortably close, gazed up at him. "I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have just jumped out at you like that at the door. I just didn't want you to come in and, y'know, be startled that some strange girl was in your house."

His heart was like a clutching fist in his chest. His throat felt thick, his face warm, knees weak. He knew he should back away, but the part of him that wanted her won out.

"That's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean it."

She wrapped her thin freckled arms around him. He timidly patted her back. She snuggled closer, squirming deliciously. He could feel her erect nipples through her bra, through her thin shirt, through his dress shirt and undershirt, rubbing against his abdomen. He hoped it was his imagination.

She lifted her chin as if expecting a kiss, and locked eyes with him.

He swallowed, felt his breath go shallow, felt the terrible, wonderful, aching hardness of his erection stretching, and slowly, so slowly it killed him, unwound her arms.

Without a word, he went upstairs, flustered, more angry at Marissa than ever. And angry at himself, at his dick for responding, at God for designing him that way, at Sandy for--for--for being so confused and for tempting him.

He ripped open the letter, thinking, This better be good.

There was an electric jolt that he put down to static shock, then the medallion began to warm his hand. He stared at it, dumbfounded. This was just bizarre. And he was in no mood either, but it was interesting, fake, of course, by the feel of it. How could Marissa think it was anything of value?

It wasn't plastic, but it wasn't stone or metal or wood either. He couldn't quite identify it. One side was worn almost smooth, and he could just make out some writing. At first he thought it was runes, but then it appeared to be Arabic, then again, hieroglyphics. Hell, it could've been a parade of ducks for all he could tell.

His whole arm was warm now. He moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, and blamed the skylight. There was a strange ticklish-tingly feeling too. He scratched his arm idly, thinking offhand that his skin felt too smooth.

On the other side of the coin he spotted Lady Liberty. No, but close, some sort of figure, female he thought. She was holding something, not a torch though. It was, perhaps, a wand, and there was the slightest impression of wings, but they were almost entirely worn away.

He scratched his arm again. The warmth had spread to his shoulder, to his neck, and was unkinking a bothersome muscle. One cheek was growing hot. He touched it. By this time in the evening there was usually some stubble.

Then he saw his arm.

It was thin and hairless. It was the arm of a teenager, not a grown man. He gasped, dropped the medallion, and backed into someone. He turned and saw Sandy.

"Don't worry. It's reversible. It takes twelve hours though." The rules were coming to her. With every contact, she seemed to understand more about how it worked.

"I thought I told you to stay downstairs."

"Chris, relax--"

"Don't tell me--"

"It's me. Marissa."

"I want you gone. Do you understand?"

"Chris--"

"Gone. Call your parents. I want you out of my house, young lady."

"Ooh," Sandy gasped and pressed a hand against her chest. She touched her blushing cheeks, felt her hot forehead, felt the shame coursing through her. "God, when you use that tone--" She laughed.

"I'm not kidding."

"I know. I know you're not. But just relax. Okay? The medallion is magic or something. I don't know how, but it can change you."

"I'm calling my wife." He found his suit jacket on the bed and dug the cell phone from his pocket.

Sandy launched into a long list of facts that only Marissa could've known.

Chris stared at her. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Look at your hand, teddy bear."

Everything about the way she said it sounded like his wife, but it wasn't. Still, his arm, his hand...

She found the medallion on the bed, held it by its chain, and dropped it into his hand. "Just hold it for a bit and you'll see."

There was that electric shock again, followed by the hot creepy-crawlies. His skin itched a little, but not unbearably. The heat sank deeper, and he actually saw his other hand changing, growing smaller. He started to throw the medallion away, but Sandy wrapped her hand around his. She whispered, "It doesn't hurt. You'll see. And you'll be amazed. It's incredible. Look at me, teddy bear. See? Now you can have your fantasy. Don't you remember telling me how much you wanted to be with that cheerleader? Well, now you can be eighteen again, and I'll be her. I even have a uniform, pom-poms and all, and we can rewrite history for you, and fulfill our deepest fantasies."

"I can't believe it," Chris's small voice gasped.

"I found that old baseball cap of yours in the attic," Marissa explained. "Now you look exactly like you did when you were eighteen."

"This is . . . unbelievable."

He stared at the medallion again, almost laughing. "Where-"

"It doesn't matter."

"But are you sure it's safe?" he worried.

She wanted to kiss him, but restrained herself. "Wait here. I'm going to change."

"Change?"

"Yes."

"What do you mean?"

She couldn't help it. She launched herself into his eighteen year-old arms, feeling every bit of her teen year old body wriggling against him. She planted a kiss on his mouth, pressed it deeper until his lips parted and their tongues met. His arms encircled her, squeezing her almost to breathlessness. Gently, with a mind of their own, his hands began to fall.

She pulled away, wet lips smirking. She gave him another quick, hot kiss. He lunged at her, but she pushed him away.

"Nuh-uh! You have to wait."

"What? Why? I mean, what in the hell is going on?"

She scampered away.

He turned to the mirror and felt an erection like he hadn't felt in years. God, it was rock hard. And it was alive and incredibly sensitive. It was like it had never been touched before. Jesus, he was probably a virgin, sort of, maybe. Could you be a virgin again? Could she?

When she bounced back into the room again, she went into a cartwheel and ended with a slow descent into a split. God, just the sight of her, the blue and white pleats of her skirt draped over her white thighs, her hair in a messy ponytail, dirty blonde strands in her eyes, cheeks flushed with exertion. She was white and pink and pert and perfect and teasing him mercilessly.

Her lips glistened with gloss. She'd framed her eyes with black mascara and softened and enlarged them with dark brown eye shadow. Her blonde eyebrows were plucked and highlighted with a luminous gold. Was it his imagination or had she even sprinkled glitter on her cheeks?

She got to her feet and bounced--breasts up when she was down, down when she was up--ponytail bobbing, tossing her pom-poms around, banging them together with whispery crashes, swish, swish, swish-swish-swish. "Hey . . . okay . . . " She whipped her head to the side, thrust out a hip and pointed at him, leveling him with her eyes. "I want your dick today!"

He laughed and glanced down at the tent in his oversized pants. They fell away easily and his penis flipped up and pointed directly at her.

"Yo . . . your pole . . . " She spread her legs and leaned over to give him a good shot down her uniform blouse. "I want it in my--Home is where the heart is! Your hard-on's in your pants! I can tell you want me, but I want to see it dance!"

He rushed her. His eighteen year old body couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have her . . . right now.

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somnolent-snufkin · 3 years ago

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Girls - My LGBTQ+ Journey

All of the beautiful pieces of work that helped me realize my identity.

My journey is long and complicated, but definitely worth reading. It's below here:

When I was little, my mum raised me in a gender neutral environment. My clothes were a variety of "boys" and "girls" clothing. Which was hard to find in 2005. As soon as I could start asking for things, my mum would let me decide what I wanted to wear. She would show me two outfits, both fairly neutral most of the time. But I always chose pink stuff for some reason. I didn't show very much interest in boys. Most of my female classmates would be talking about boys. We were 5 in 2009, what else were we gonna do? I didn't stay that way through elementary school though. I thought I had a crush on this boy named Connor. But years later, I figured out why I wanted to be around him constantly. He was normal. He had normal friends. He had a normal classroom. I didn't have those things. I wasn't normal. All of my friends weren't normal. My classroom had the intervention room.

Right around the time I was 8, I found out about lesbians through fandom shipping. I grew up knowing a gay couple, but they were men. It never really occurred to me that women could be like Cliff and David. As soon as I discovered what a lesbian was through a Disney/Non-Disney crossover video by bleedgirl, I was hooked. I liked to ship my favorite female characters (and the male ones too). But I still didn't really get it, apparently. It wasn't until 2016 that I realized I was a lesbian (although now I just use the term gay). I had three girlfriends. The first girlfriend that I actually felt like it was a real relationship was Sarah, my most recent ex.

I didn't realize I was genderfluid until literally last November. The signs were definitely there, though. Throughout my childhood, I had phases were I would be feminine or masculine. Although, the masculine phase was pretty much me wearing uniform pants to elementary school and tying my hair back. But around age 12, I decided I absolutely did not fucking want long hair anymore. My parents were kind of sad because they loved my curly hair, but they were absolutely supportive. I went to go chop that shit off at Supercuts.. and they gave me a girly short hair cut. I was not fucking happy and neither was my mum. We went to our friend's hair salon where she actually specializes in transitioning haircuts, and she fixed that shit right away. I couldn't have been happier to be rid of that fucking hair. Throughout 2020, I had a lot of time to think about things. I spent the majority of the pandemic fixing my life, really. I repaired my relationship with my mum, I improved my mental health greatly, I got my grades back up, and so much more. I was able to finally realize that no, I'm not a woman. I don't really want a specified gender. It's always changing. I want to be free of the constants of being female. So, after seeing everyone headcanons for Pyro, I did some research into what the hell a "genderfluid" was.

Then I realized that I was genderfluid. So now I'm here, happily using he/him, she/her, they/them and falling in love with girls.

I'm proudly Genderfluid and Gay.

#lgbtq+#lgbtq+ community #genderfluid #gay #lgbtq+ pride #pride #gay pride #genderfluid pride #lesbian #lesbian pride #edit #editing #mlp fim #steven universe #vivziepop is in there because that die young animation was part of my journey to becoming genderfluid #the wolf character was very androgynous and little me really related to that for some reason

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Underland’s Unruly Princesses: March of the Witch Hunters (aka the crossover) chapter 3

Ember II

Early the next morning, I awoke to the sensation of a sun ray beating on my bare neck. Slowly I peeled myself from Rosalind's pillow, stretching. It took me a minute to realize that Rosalind was gone. There was a note on her side of the bed.

Ember,

Gone to interrogate Aunt Sarah and Aunt Mary, and get my birthday presents. Please be careful. I will send my Father out to look for Witch Hunters.

With Love,

Princess Rosalind of Underland

I smiled to myself. Ros was just like Mother in a lot of ways. In fact, when I had to think about it, I was hardly like Mother at all. Sure, we shared a few similar qualities, but nothing extravagant.

By the time I went to my own chambers, bathed, and put on a fresh gown, it was nearly midday. Once dressed I thought I would track down Aunt Winifred and try to spent some "quality time" with her.

As I made my way down the main corridor, as I neared the throne room, I could overhear Rosalind singing very loudly. She was singing a song that we often heard our other Aunt, Nellie Lovett, sing when she was busy making pies.

"These are probably the worst pies in London!" I heard Rosalind's mighty voice belt throughout the castle.

I stopped outside the throne room door to hear someone clap their hands.

"Well done, darling," cooed the voice of Aunt Sarah.

"Wonderful!" chimed the voice of Aunt Mary.

I listened for a few moments. There was no sign of Mother nor of Aunt Winifred. That was extremely odd. Mother had to either be signing death warrants or even out on a procession.

But where was Aunt Winifred?

Trying to keep myself collected, I made my way back to the second floor. If I was to do anything risky, now was the time, whilst Ros had the Aunts distracted. Being caught by them wouldn't be a good feat, especially if they knew what was going on, and I had no idea if they knew or not.

What surprised me the most about all this was not the fact that I had overheard some information I was sure I wasn't even supposed to know, it was the fact that when I walked past Mother's study, I heard a voice.

"Ember? Is that you?"

It was the voice of Mother.

I halted, swallowing.

"Oh, you silly girl, do not think I cannot recognize the footsteps of my own daughter. Get in here!" she called out.

So, Mother was in her study. She was neither out on procession nor signing papers.

Sighing, I whirled on my heel, and, without shame, whipped the doors to the study open.

Mother sat in her favorite padded desk chair, her skirt flailed all about her feet. Her feet poked out from under her skirt and I could see she had her ankles crossed. She was wearing her tiny heart-shaped reading spectacles. Head down, she looked be reading a scroll of some sort. She raised her gaze when I whipped the doors open and stepped in.

"Now, now, Ember," she said. "No need to be vicious. I simply need to speak to you." She gestured to an armchair across her desk from her. Obediently I plunked down in it, and locked my fingers together.

Whatever this was, it was about to be good.

She set the scroll down, and removed her spectacles.

"So, my dear," she began. "Where are you off to?"

Did I dare lie?

I then remembered what Ros had said about getting on Mum's bad side.

"I was trying to find Auntie Winifred," I told her.

Mum's brow arched up curiously. "What makes you think Winifred is here?"

I sighed. "Well, Auntie Mary and Auntie Sarah are here. They're spending time with Ros because the buffoons missed her birthday. I suppose I just assumed Aunt Winifred was around. You know that she's my favorite aunt."

I studied Mum's expression. It softened. "I can assure you, darling, that Winifred is not around." She gently ran a hand stressfully over her face, as if to wipe off tension. "In fact, that's why I called you when I heard you traipse by."

I straightened my posture in the chair. Like a lady, I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap. Hopefully she was about to answer all of my questions. I was careful not to allow my expression to show that I knew something.

Sighing again, much heavier this time, Mum also corrected her posture.

"As you know, your Aunt Winifred is a very powerful being," she said. "She was born from a very, very powerful bloodline of magic-doers. And with great power like she has, comes great responsibility. And, of course, there are those who believe that power so great shant exist."

I licked my lips to show her I was paying her every ounce of my attention.

"Anyway, late last night, Winifred came calling. When we congregated she informed me that a certain movement of Witch Hunters has arisen- both in Underland, and Above."

I tensed.

"Her and I both are very concerned for the well-being of our worlds. If these Witch Hunters succeed in destroying people such as your Aunts, I am certain they will begin to prey on our kind."

I shook my head. "Oh, Mum, what are we to do?"

She blinked a few times. "That, my dear, is something I'm not entirely sure of." She slowly opened one of her desk drawers. "Winifred has gone off to defend her and her sister's home Above." She stuck her hands down in the desk, and grasped onto something. "She wasn't sure how long she would indeed be gone. So," she hoisted something heavy from the drawer. "She left this, and asks that you guard it with your very Life."

Before I had time to react, she dropped a hunk of an object on her desk.

It was Aunt Winifred's beloved Book.

I couldn't remember the last time I had seen Book, but it had been a while. I gently grabbed it and slid it to myself. The eye on the cover was closed. From what I understood, it only opened for Aunt Winifred. Why would she leave it with me? Did this have to do with the comment she had made to Mum the night previous?

I gingerly ran my finger over the eye. I did not open.

Instead of telling me anything else, Mum waved me away, and dismissed me.

I immediately took Book to my chamber, and sent one of my maids off to fetch Rosalind.

When Rosalind came into my chamber, she was extremely surprised to see the book perched on my stand.

"What are you doing with Auntie Winnie's book?" She asked. She looked slightly irritated. Obviously she hadn't gotten what she wanted to know out of Aunt Mary and Aunt Sarah.

"Mum gave it to me- she says Aunt Winnie left it behind, and she wants me to guard it with my very life." I was busy running my fingers over the binding of the human skin on its cover. I was hoping it would tickle it enough for it to awaken.

"But why would she leave it behind? That book is like her child." She wondered aloud.

"I don't know, Sis, but I feel like I'm supposed to wake it up," I explained. "But nothing seems to be working." I even tried tickling it with the feather of a quill, to no ergo.

"Maybe it's not used to you." Ros suggested. "Like with Jabberwockies. They have to come to you, you can't come to them."

I pursed my lips. "Let me try this." I licked my lips heavily. "Ohhhhh, Book," I cooed. "My darling. It's time to wake up. Come along, darling." I pushed my voice as high as I could get it, and tried to sound as much like Winifred as I could. Ros giggled.

"You Sound like her." She smirked. "But it won't work. You can't tell that book what to do."

I had one more idea. I quickly went across the room and faced the book. "BoooOOOOoooKKkkkkk. Come to Mummy!"

No avail. Nothing. Nada.

It was no use. I would have to figure something else out.

"I suggest we harass my Daddy into hunting down these witch hunters so we can at least rid our world of them." Ros states after a few moments. She knew I enjoyed harassing her father the Knave.

I smiled. "Good idea." We then began walking toward the door side-by-side. I halted.

"What's wrong?" Ros asked.

I ran over, scooped up Book, and tucked him under my arm, giggling. "Nothing, lets go."

#fanfiction #the crossover #march of the witch hunters #where's Winnie #princess emberess #princess rosalind #sarah sanderson #mary sanderson #red queen #iracebethofcrims #alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass #hocus pocus

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