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A New Addition To His Collection - Chapter One

Relationships: Loki x Sigyn, Loki x Reader, Platonic!Sigyn x Platonic!Reader, Loki x Lorelei

Warnings: 18+, smut (I’ll try the best I can), historical inaccuracy, misogyny and belief of 18th century, mention of death and sex, arranged marriage, abusive relationship and father, mistreatment, humiliation, Loki being kind of an A-Hole for a good part of the story /!\ Not proof read and non-english speaker writter /!\

Summary: To have a father ambassador had been the best thing to ever happen to you. You always were lucky, whether it was for such things as the family you were born in or for more common thing like games, you had never lost a game in your life. But you knew your luck would run out one day, eventually, so you enjoyed it while it last. Luck was what brought you at the royal court and it was luck again that made you meet its most important figure. However you had serious doubt on the strength of your luck against the traps and deceptions of the court.

Author’s Note: None

You were so sick of travelling. A week or two was fine, but an entire month was enough! Especially in a carriage, not matter how comfortable it is. Yet you didn’t complain one bit to your parents, not a lot of people could travel like you do. You were lucky to be born within one of the wealthiest and most noble houses of Midgard, not everyone had your luck and you saw it from the palace of Valaskjalf to the one of Gardariki. Poverty was not a concept you were familiar with, maybe one day you will maybe you won’t but your mother had always told you to give just as much as you received so, whenever you had the chance, you went to orphanage or shelters to give them food, clothes and better living conditions.

Leaving the golden palace of Asgard to roam the countryside was a nice change of view, although the Asgardian court was friendly, very casual and joyful, it was too artificial with its golden walls and geometrical gardens. You had no idea what the palace of Gardariki was like but your father had told you the palace was on top of a hill, surrounded by trees, very beautiful during winter.

You head was resting on your mother’s shoulder when she woke you up. You felt sore after staying on the carriage for so long. You had arrived at Gardariki, the palace was visible from afar. Your father was right, it was breathtaking. All those trees made the castle as if it was growing from the earth just like the trees surrounding it. You had never saw something like it, not even on Jotunheim – though you had stayed a few days there, too dangerous for your father’s liking. The carriage entered within the walls of the castle main courtyard. You saw people outside looking at the carriage, surely the word must have spread that King Loki ambassador was coming back to court after years away. This had never been in your father’s plan; it was your mother that insisted on having you back home and your father had posed the condition of you going to court with him. Of course, it didn’t please your mother and she invited herself because seeing you once in a while had been too hard for her, there was no way she was letting you out of her sight once again!

“Your Grace, my ladies. I’m Skurge, the king sent me to welcome you at the palace,” the man bowed in front of your family. “If you will.”

“Actually,” said your mother. “My daughter and I have a very important meeting. Surely you must know about it.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Lady Leah will escort you there.”

The lady in question was a young girl, about twelve years-old with raven hair, light blue eyes and a snow-white skin. She looked like those paintings representing old Greek gods. Your father left with Skurge while Lady Leah asked you to follow her. Your mother had been very secretive to who was this person you absolutely had to meet. You feared it might be a suitor. Since you came back, she had this crazy idea to marry you. She thought your travels with your father would find you a man of high birth to marry and was more than disappointed when she learnt you had left each court, you’d be in without at least one proposal. Truth was, there had been many of those, you were the one to refuse them. You were not ready; you wanted to enjoy life and would only marry if the man would let you have your freedom. Contrary to what your mother thought, you had not in plan to end up an old maid, you wanted a family but not now.

Lady Leah escorted you to the fourth floor of the palace. Before pushing the white and gold double door she warned you not to say a word before you are been addressed to. The room you first entered was astonishing, the furniture, the walls, the decorations were all made of gold features and delicate paintings. You could see the greatest moment of Midgard history on the ceiling or its reflection on the marble floor. You had never seen such luxury in one place. Not even the castle you had lived in was as beautiful.

You walked in a much bigger room. In the centre of the room was a blond woman surrounded by two others, about your mother’s age, were discussing. Leah coughed to get the woman attention. As soon as she saw your mother a smile lighted her face. You realized you were in front of the queen. You kneeled in front of her.

“Y/M/N! I’m so happy to see you,” the queen hugged your mother. She was nothing like you would expect a queen to be. “Is that your daughter? Oh, please stand up.”

“Yes, Sigyn. This is Y/N, my only child and greatest pride and joy. Sweetheart, this is Queen Sigyn, her mother and I were really good friend. My condolences for her death.”

You saw sadness crossed her eyes then vanished as soon as it came. The queen offered you a seat with her lady-in-waiting. You were surprised the older women were her lady-in-waiting and so was Leah, yours were of your age – and on their way to the palace.

“Tell me, Y/N, your mother had told in a letter that you had travelled a lot, have you served as lady-in-waiting for another queen?” you shook your head. You had only enjoyed the life at court. “Well, I’m sure you’ll do fantastically with me.”

“I’m sorry?” your mother proceeded to tell you she had managed to find you a place at court as the queen’s lady-in-waiting. “I have never done that before but I assure Your Majesty, I will do my best.”

The queen cupped your hands in hers, she gave you a warm smile. She believed in your words and told you to be by her side tomorrow at 7 a.m. for her awakening. You were excited. You very first day at court and you were already meeting the queen. A beautiful woman with a kind heart you could tell. Yet the more she looked at you the more worried she become. You had no experience, it was a fact she knew but you had lady-in-waiting of your own, you knew exactly what they had to do for you and it was a great opportunity you had no intention of screwing up.

An hour later your mother and yourself found your way to your quarter. A spacious place that consisted of two bedrooms, a dining room, a living room, chambers for the servants and a boudoir hidden behind your bedroom – you were sure another one existed behind your parent’s bedroom. Except for your bedroom and boudoir that were blue and gold, the rest of the rooms were green, the king’s favourite colour.

Until your ladies arrived the queens had gifted you her very own ladies to prepare you for the day. Although you tried not to listen to their conversation you couldn’t unhear what you caught. Mainly the women spoke about how unhappy the queen was, it seemed to be a recurring theme of conversation as you heard it again the corridors leading to the queen’s apartments. The queen was already dressed when you arrive. Panic started to run through your vein, you had checked the hour twice before going and she shouldn’t have been up already. The queen reassured you right away. She had been up for an hour already and couldn’t stay in bed.

“Should I come sooner Your Majesty?” you asked her, worried that it would happen again and after some times she would grow tired of you being late.

“Oh no, my dear. Don’t worry. You see,” she lowered her voice and nearly whispered in your ears. “Sometimes I like being alone. Enjoying the quietness of my apartments without all the fuss of court. Walking from room to room in my nightgown. Truth is Y/N, I don’t have many acquaintances at court.”

You were touched by the queen’s statement. She felt comfortable enough already to tell something so personal. After everything you had heard coming here, you could understand why the queen liked being left alone time to time. Her whole life since her marriage had been nothing but showing herself, faking smiles, pretending enjoying parties and producing an heir to the crown. From what you had heard she was unable to do all those things and no one had the sympathy to try to understand her pain. She was literally locking herself in her apartments waiting for sweet death to take her. And you barely knew the woman! If you were able to understand all those things surely people who knew her longer must have seen it.

“Well,” you broke the silence. “I’m sure we will become very good friends.”

There it was: her smile. Genuine and hopeful. Similar to yours but with a dash of desperation. Her grip on your arm became stronger, as if you were an illusion, she was desperately trying to make real. You put your hand and hers and patted gently. I’m here now, you tried to tell her. Being her lady-in-waiting was a chance for you but for the queen it was an opportunity at happiness. You just had no idea how much she needed you. Finally someone close to her age, someone to talk to, to share secrets and fears. Someone, she hoped, wouldn’t judge her.

“I’d like to have a walk in the garden. Join me.”

“I thought there was no garden here.”

“Oh, there’s one. Not far from here, in the forest. There’s also a labyrinth and a cave that goes under the castle with an underground river we can sail on. But don’t worry the path to go there is secured by guards. Oh I can’t wait to show you everything the castle has to offer.”

“And I can’t wait to see them.”

You were like two little and impatient girls. You hadn’t even warned your parents you would go with the queen in the garden and the queen warned no one. Her lady-in-waiting didn’t even saw the two of you escaping the apartments. For Sigyn it was the most fun she had since she had been made queen. Your youth made her wanted to do thing the others ladies wouldn’t even consider. Not even Leah, who was young, but too young.

Surprisingly you managed to get out of the castle without no one stopping you. The guards did bow at the queen presence but none said a thing. They must have assumed the queen was on a daily walk. The garden was worth all the walk. Wild and tamed at the same times. The trees offered a natural roof to the flowers beneath and although there was a well-maintained paved path it seemed like nothing was really taken care off. Sigyn showed you the entrance of the labyrinth. She had never tried to enter it and blamed her poor orientation skills and her fear of being stuck in the labyrinth. There was a labyrinth in the garden of the Asgardian palace but the bushes were – at their highest – right at your waist line, you had always been able to see where you were going. This was not the case here. The grassy walls were taller than your father – a man known to be tall – and even if there were decorated with flowers the walls were frightening you.

The queen and you sat on the bench, enjoying the sound of nature and the view the garden offered you. You spoke a little to know each other best. The queen confessed to you she hadn’t spoke that much to someone since her last favourite. She spoke highly of the unknown woman until she mentioned some kind of betrayal she had done to the queen. The woman had been her closest friend, her confident but she had betrayed the queen like no other woman before. The tale was so heart-breaking that neither of you heard the hurried footsteps coming your way.

“Sigyn!” thundered a displeased voice. The Queen turned her head to the man whom the voice belonged to and she wasn’t very pleased either. “May I know what you’re doing here? I thought I’d been clear when I told you I want to know where you are at any given time!”

The queen was blocking your view of the man. Because you thought it was safer to take the blame you stood up in order to explain the situation. You saw your father first, which confused you because you never imagined your father chastising the queen, plus the voice wasn’t his. Then you saw the man beside him. A tall man, with long raven hair, mesmerizing green eyes matching his black and green outfit. That was the moment you realised you were in front of the king. You quickly kneeled, bowing your head and praying to any gods willing to hear to have his mercy. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! you thought. It was one thing to confront your father, it was another to confront the king.

“Who’s that?” you hear him say. Your father promptly answered his question. You couldn’t see the king’s face but you were sure it didn’t change much. “So, you’re my wife new lady-in-waiting. I guess I can excuse your ignorance.”

With his fingers he made you rose your head enough to face him. You felt like a prey under the gaze of a predator. He offered you a hand to help you get on your feet. You shot a quick look at both your father and the queen. Your heart stopped the race it was in the very second the queen smiled at you; you weren’t out of the woods yet but you had done nothing wrong that could anger the king even more.

“You see Lady Y/N, my wife has the tendency to wander in the castle and to never be where I need her to be. As your lady-in-waiting you have to tell me where she is. I don’t want my queen to get attack, or worst. Do you understand?” The king didn’t let go of your hand and you were too scared to ask for its release, so you nodded. It was perfectly unfair to the queen but you had no choice. “It’s not against you Sigyn, you know that.”

He hadn’t break eye contact with you but he had let go of your hand. The queen promptly took your arm and pushed you behind her, assuring the king she understood his motivations.

“His Majesty can rest assure; I am more than grateful for his concerned about my safety. To avoid any misunderstanding I will, for now on, go on walks with Lady Y/N. I will leave you a note on my desk to inform you of where I intend to go.”

“It’s all I ask for,” the king approached the queen to kiss her forehead. Your parents do that a lot and every times you could feel their love expressed through this simple gesture. But there was no love here. “Lady Y/N, I hope you will stay by my wife’s side for a long time. You managed to do in a day what no one had done in years.”

“I will stay with her as long as I can Your Majesty.”

Your father encouraged you to smile to the king but you couldn’t bring yourself to that. You were uncomfortable with his persistent look on you and by the way the queen was now behaving you had no problem imagining what it meant. Then the king and his flock of ministers left the garden. Unknowingly to both you and the queen, Loki gave you a last look, a grin on his face.

He liked what you father had told him, he liked what he saw and he was sure he would like you. Rare was the new blood at his court. You were young, fresh and unmarried, exactly what he was craving for. You wouldn’t be the first – or the last – of his wife companions to fall into his arms. But something told him you put a good fight before letting yourself go in his sheets. The excitement of a new conquest made his blood boiled a little more than it already was. The view you had gave him was a gift itself. He had to bless the man – or woman – that had gifted the dresses with such cleavage and made the corset pushed the breasts upward.

His wife had taken older women has companions to avoid any temptation for him but he was already tempted by you. And by the way his wife had been protective of you so quickly he knew she was fully aware of that and wouldn’t give up that easily this time. She had lost all the battles against him, yet you were a friend she intended to keep. Loki was right, in a day you had made her feel better than she had ever been since the treason of her last lady-in-waiting. She could trust you not to fall for his lies and fake promises. Sigyn would do anything to keep you away from her husband and she intended to do so the very the next. She had been taught how to be the most desirable for the king, she would teach you the exact opposite. She wouldn’t let you be new addition to his collection of women.

“Y/N?” she finally said. “Do you pray often?”

“As much as I can Your Majesty,” you weren’t a fanatic but you feared God’s judgment and avoid any sins. Your education wasn’t only about good manners and expansion of the mind, it was also religious. “Why do you ask?”

“You can call me Sigyn when it’s only the two of us you know,” she took a minute to think and turned to you. “For nothing, just out of curiosity.”

Because none of her companions had been very religious before. It was nasty of her to do that but if keeping you meant manipulating your faith, it was a risk she was willing to take. For your sake.

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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A New Addition To His Collection - Preview

Relationship: Loki x Sigyn, Loki x Reader, Platonic!Sigyn x Platonic!Reader, Loki x Lorelei

Author’s Note: None (for now)

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He hadn’t break eye contact with you but he had let go of your hand. The queen promptly took your arm and pushed you behind her, assuring the king she understood his motivations.

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@learisa

#loki x reader #loki imagine #loki x y/n #mcu imagine #Marvel Cinematic Universe imagine #loki x sigyn #loki x you #loki smut #mcu smut

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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The Heart Of A King - Chapter 1

Relationship: Caspian X Susan, Caspian X Reader, Platonic!Susan and Platonic!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut (I’ll try the best I can), historical inaccuracy, misogyny and belief of 16th century, mention of death and sex, arranged marriage, /!\ Not proof read and non-english speaker writter /!\

Summary: There are opportunities in life that you have to take but you were different tough. Since you were born you always had things given to you on a silver plate. Yet you decided to create your own opportunities the day you chose to follow your father in all of his travels. It was no surprise for your parent when you left them no choice but to take you with them to the court of Cair Paravel, heart of your homeland. Even in your wildest dream you would have never thought of what destiny had in store for you when you took that opportunity and stepped in the castle of King Caspian and Queen Susan.

Words: 3,027

Author’s Note: Narnia (and the islands as well as the surrounding countries) is located in the Atlantic sea next to the strait of Gibraltar. It’s a mix between Southern Spain in terms of architecture and temperature, UK/France in terms of landscape and of course what you can see in the movies and be described in the books.

Two days of sea then just as much by carriage to reach the most magnificent palace of Narnia. No need to say it was all worth it. Nothing could compare to the beauty of Cair Paravel, its garden viewing the ocean, its impeccable white walls made of marble and the stained glasses that was colouring the inside of the castle in various colours. Last time you had been within the walls of this palace you were a child no older than five and yet it felt like yesterday. Nothing was as breath-taking as the home of the kings of Narnia, not even your father’s castle at Narrowhaven which was praised for its uniqueness and atypic beauty. Anyone who would be away from their home would feel homesick quickly but not you, you had left Narrowhaven when you were nine and only came back last year.

Your father was the Grand Ambassador of King Caspian; he had started his duty under the rule of the king’s father and had sworn loyalty to his son. Thanks to his duty to the crown he had met your mother, he had married her and sired you, their one and only child. They had never needed more; you were everything they wanted and one day you would inherit the land and titles hold by your father. You were already marchioness of Narrowhaven however one day you would become the Duchess of the Lone Islands, courtesy of King Caspian IX. Not a lot of noble houses could brag about the fact that the king himself had gave them the right of female peerage. Just a few of you – daughters of high-ranking nobles – could take on the titles even with a male heir in the line of succession at the condition of the girl being born first. Not even the royal family had that right. Not that it made you feel particularly lucky, it was nice to think the castle you had grew up in would stay in your family forever even after marriage.

The carriage stops right in front of the palace entrance. A flight of stairs leads to wooden graved doors decorated with gold and silver. You remembered well the tree with two trunks engraved on the doors after an old legend of Narnia but your child mind must have deceived you as you thought the doors were so big that giants must have lived here before. Turns out the door were huge, but not that much. They were twice the size of a grow man. Behind you servants were taking your personal items in order to put them where you’ll be leaving from now on.

“You have the right to breath you know,” your father took your arm and patted gently your hand. “It’s not the first king you meet.”

“There is a huge difference between a foreign king and the one for whom your father is working.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, King Caspian is gentle and patient man. He knows you had never done this before that’s why Lady Prunaprismia will stay with you for a month then you will need no one’s help,” encouraged your mother.

She knew you by heart. Every look, every breath and every head tilting had a significance your mother had no difficulties to understand. So when she saw you biting your lower lip, she understood how unsure of her statement you were. She had no doubt you would do well on your job. There were a few prized places at court that a woman of your status could hope to have: lady-in-waiting to the women of the royal family or governess to the king’s children. Those were official jobs but there was one every noble woman craved to have: mistress to the king. You had seen how this works and from one country to another, things weren’t that different. all hoped to dethrone the queen, thinking the king who loved them enough to put an alliance forged for years into the dirt for the beauty of their smile or whatever prowess they were doing in the royal bed. Foolish girls with foolish dreams.

You were content with the place your mother had found you. What better way to learn the way of life than to help one grow? Prince Rilian wasn’t the son of Queen Susan yet she was the one who appointed you governess of the sole heir of the kingdom. This was thanks to your mother, the former governess of the queen. She had raised the Queen before she became your mother and by the way she was speaking of the queen you knew she was like a daughter to her although no one could take your place in her heart.

You finally arrived in the throne room. The glass roof and the stained glasses gave the place an ethereal look worth of kings and queens. At the end of the room was standing four thrones of marble in front of a golden stained glass. You knew only three of them were occupied because the two were for the king and his queen, one was for the crown prince and the last throne was for the royal advisor – who had been executed last year for treason. The royal couple was waiting, stoically in their throne. You had no chance to look at them as you kneeled in front of your king and your queen before your father did, he had the privilege to stand in front of the king he had seen grow up.

“His Grace Y/F/N, Duke of the Lone Islands, his wife Y/M/N, Duchess of the Lone Islands and their daughter the Lady Y/N,” announced a man on your right. “Welcome to the court of His Majesty King Caspian X and Her Majesty Queen Susan.”

“Thank you Trumpkin but I know Lord Y/F/N for long enough to need no introduction. Please stand up my ladies there is no need for that between us.”

You stood up and saw for the first time the king with your own eyes. You had heard stories about how handsome of a man he was and he truly was but more than that he had this glimmer in his eyes, something close to melancholia although well hidden behind a dazzling smile. You could lose yourself in his eyes. It was the voice of your mother that made you realised you were staring at the king for far too long. The queen had walk to your mother and the both of them exchanged some words before they turned to you. You bowed before the queen who wasn’t older than you.

“I heard so much about you,” said Susan taking your hands in hers. Her smile was infectious and bright, contrary to her husband she was glowing with joy. “I’m sure will become good friends you and I.”

“I hope so Your Majesty,” you really hoped to be in the queen’s good grace.

“Last time I saw you, you were unable to keep yourself still.”

“You remember Your Majesty?” asked your father. You had been told that the King and you had met when you were younger but you had no memories of such event. “Well, I must say Y/N has changed since.”

“I can only agree with you.”

You smiled at your father; you knew what he meant by this statement. You had become less impatient, more careful of your words and most importantly you were smart, street smart. You had helped him many times and he liked to think he was the reason why you were doing so good around people. But you were lacking the subtility to leave at court for a long time, which was a good thing when you were traveling around the globe with your father, staying at court for short periods but now you were to live at Cair Paravel for as long as the king would want you around, and unbeknown to you the king was thinking about the length of your stay.

A door opened at your right and a small child ran pass you to be catch by the king. The prince you were supposed to take care of and who look exactly like his father if it wasn’t for his light baby blue eyes that was surely from his mother’s side. The young prince laughed in his father’s arms; he tried to push away from his face from the beard his father bore and that was probably irritating his soft and sensitive skin. The prince was five years old – for what you’ve been told – but he was taller the average five years-old, something he must have got from his father. The woman with him was his great-aunt, the Lady Prunaprismia, wife of King Caspian’s former advisor and his aunt by marriage. Although he holds no grudge against the woman for her husband’s betrayal, she had been asked to leave court forever. The King was a kind man but he wasn’t a very forgiving one. Not when it concerned his father and by extension his mother.

“Rilian, this is Lady Y/N, she’s going to take care of you once aunt Prunaprismia will be gone,” informed Caspian. He put the child back on his feet and Rilian bowed before you. You imitated the prince, a huge smile on your face, won over by the child sweetness. The King kneeled next to his son and looked at him in the eyes. “I want you to behave with Lady Y/N like you’ll do with your aunt. Be nice, can you do that for me?”

The prince energetically nodded widening your smile even more. King Caspian planted a kiss on his forehead. You saw him saying something to his son but couldn’t quite hear what it was. The queen had reached a hand for the prince to take but he preferred to stay with his current governess. The hurt in Queen Susan’s eyes was left unnoticed by you. it was common knowledge that, after five years of marriage, the queen hadn’t been pregnant once. Some rumours said she was barren, others that she had been made queen for very political reasons – which was the case for most queens though – and others that the king was never sharing her bed, still mourning his first wife, the one that gave him his heir, the one he had been in love with. And, after all, with an heir alive did he truly needs another child if he doesn’t love his current queen?

Rilian and Prunaprismia left the group alone after the lady gave you a meeting point for the next day. Right after your mother and you were taken to your quarters while your father staid with the King to discuss important matter. It took you fifteen to arrive there. There were four separate rooms: two bedrooms, one for your parents and one for you, both at the opposite from one another and with separate entrance. A common room with a fire place, chairs, shelves filled with books and it was the room you entered first. Next to it there was a dining room big enough to fit ten people around the table and was only furnished with a sideboard to contain plates, forks, knives and the usual.

Your room had a view of the garden and the sea, although you had been assured it would be temporary – you were supposed to get the one next to the prince’s – it was provided with all the luxuries you could think of. The decoration was elegant and refined, suiting a woman of your age and status. You had everything you could need, even your ladies-in-waiting you were sure had stayed at Narrowhaven. Those ladies were from smaller houses, ranks below your high-birth but they were your closest friends. Your only friends for that matter. Marwen, Cora and Lyria had been in your life since you were four, they had been your friends before being at your family’s service. They had travelled the world with you and your father, not once had they complained. They were the most loyal people you knew. After your father that is. Just seeing them made you happy and ready to face whatever the future had in store for you.

Later that day Lady Prunaprismia’s servant had come to your door to take you to her quarters – which was supposed to become yours in a month. Lady Prunaprismia was in the middle of the room, waiting for you, the king by her side. On the table behind them was a book, both of them assumed you knew how to read and write, you were part of one of the great houses of Narnia, it would have been improper for you and your family to be illiterate. The king was the first to sit down, quickly followed by his aunt; again there were side by side while you were asked to sit across the table. You never liked being outnumbered and it was even more intimidating with the King right in front of you.

“You have the right to breath you know,” King Caspian had leaned on the table to comfort you. you let out a stressed laughed but it made you realised you had been holding your breath. You took a deep breath and felt better. “That’s more like it.”

“Lady Y/N, this book is the most important book in this castle. It holds all of the prince’s needs, medical events and so on. Until the day you’ll be left alone with him I am going to ask you to study this book to the point where you’ll know it by heart, words for words.”

You opened the book carefully and the first sentence you read spoke about the prince’s books preferences, one of them you knew well as your father used to read it to you when you were younger. That memory brought a smile on your face. The book was quite big, there was a lot of information about Rilian and one month seemed like a too short amount of time to memories it all.

“My aunt is a bit extreme; some information is dated and don’t suit Rilian anymore,” you continued to flip through the book as the king continued to speak. “Besides you are to be is governess, not his nurse, you are tasked to educate my son, to teach him basic knowledge until he’ll be old enough for a tutor.”

“I’m allowed to enter the prince’s chamber at any given time?” you were sure you just had thought that but your mouth had decided to actually put sound on it. “Without permission or schedule!” Wow, that’s what you call trust!

“You won’t be the only one taking care of Rilian. As I told you he has nurses who are supposed to bath, to feed and to generally take care of his physical health. Make sure he’s in good shape, if you prefer. You are in charge of making sure they do their job.”

The close the book. You had never realised it was that much trouble taking care of a child. well, you guessed it wasn’t all day long a joyful stroll through the garden but God! Did the child really needed someone dedicated to wipe his butt? You remembered your childhood quite well and, in your memory, your parent partook a huge part of raising you into the woman you were today. But you kept that for yourself, not all parents have the same parenting technics, maybe it was how the king had been raised and he was a fine man. Besides, who were you to tell him how to raise a child? You had no child!

“I know it’s a lot to take in one day. Don’t worry, you have time,” Prunaprismia took your hands, a kind smile provoking another on your face. “And from what I heard from your mother; you are more than capable.”

“But if it’s really too much for you, I…we will understand, the Queen and I know taking care of a child, especially one who isn’t yours, can be demanding and challenging. If you think you won’t be up to the task, say it now or never, I’d rather know now and don’t worry it doesn’t mean you are not allowed in court anymore. That would be too cruel.”

“You can count on me, Your Majesty. I won’t let you down.”

You rose from your chair, taking the book in your arms and confidently walk away. That was the plan and, in your head, it was the perfect plan to show both of them how serious you were. Of course the cat didn’t agree with your plan and you tripped over him, falling on the ground. You heard Prunaprismia and King Caspian gasped before joining you, asking how you were doing. You felt humiliated. You just had fall on your ass in front of the king! God must have serious grudges over you! As you got back on your feet you swear you could see your pride and dignity staying on the floor by the devilish Shame. Hello you, you’re back again? You thought, sure to have left shame on the continent, somewhere in England or France.

You assured the King and Lady Prunaprismia that you were fine and – carefully – get out of the chamber. You had a month to learn everything about the prince and to create a bound with him strong enough to hold against the child losing one of the few people he had entire trust and love to. One single month for something that took five years for the Lady Prunaprismia to achieve. That was so you, accepting a challenge when you perfectly knew it would difficult and completely impossible. But ever since you had dared yourself to do things no one would have thought a girl of your birth would do, it had always opened a door to something interesting and bigger than you thought. If you think about it, what would have happened if you had stayed with your mother at Narrowhaven all your damn life? For sure you would have never met the Royal Couple and have a full conversation with the king.

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We’ll Be Reunited Again - Chapter 2

Warnings: 18+, violence, blood, mass death, torture, mutilation, thought of suicide, scientifically inaccurate (not a scientist so it might be a bit of a stretch), blackmail major character death ? /!\ Not proof read and non-english speaker writter /!\

Summary: After everything he had been trough Bucky has finally the life he deserved. It was almost too perfect. He had a wonderful wife and an amazing daughter, a house in the suburbs and he’s integrated in this century he knew so little of. Of course it was going to go south, he had been happy and lucky for to long and Fate had decided to take everything from him. But he wouldn’t let happiness run through in fingers now that he had a taste of it. If he had to search the entire planet to find his family, he would do it because this time he would care to kill his enemies.

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Author’s Note: Part 1 here

Bucky had needed two days to get himself prepared to find you. He had searched the house from attic to basement in search of clues about where you went. The two cars you owned were still parked in the garage, if you had gone it was by foot or with someone else’s vehicle. The most difficult part was to enter into Becky’s room. You were his guiding star, helping him through thick and thin, always getting him on the right path, you reminded him what it feels like to be love and to love, you had given him a life worth living; Rebecca, on the other hand, was his Sun. Her smile was so bright he was unable to refuse her anything, something that always infuriate you. From the moment she was born he knew his life couldn’t get any better, how could it? He was married to you! You had the generosity to bear a child and the strength to do it without medication – to be honest the moment you said you would do it the most natural way possible he thought you would back off at the last minute but you held it, throwing it in his face since then and he had to admit that day he had made you the more badass in your marriage.

Becky’s room was not pink. You had refused to paint it pink because you had decorated and furnished the room the moment you knew you were pregnant. So, you needed a more gender-neutral color. The nursery had been decorated to resemble a fantasy forest right from a Tolkien’s book. There were deer with giant antlers, white wolves – a pun to your husband – marked with shining blue tattoos and a dragon protecting the crib. You were sure this theme would be replaced at some point but you had calculated that it would last until Rebecca’s teenage years.

When he had entered the room right after Edgar second death, he hadn’t paid much attention to the room. He had seen it untouched and left. But it wasn’t really that cleaned. Well, it was but he saw the wardrobe doors were slightly opened. Inside all of Rebecca’s clothes were impeccably stored, except for the box you had purchased in order to give it to Becky’s 18th birthday. The box was full of drawings, letters – eighteen – and a jewel box with a necklace inside; something was off though. The box was huge and yet all the memorabilia you had put in could possibly filled it but they did. He knocked on the box and realized it has a secret compartment. He emptied the box, took his knife – no time to be careful – and managed to open the compartment.

Sadly, it was empty. There was only a USB key, or what used to be a USB key as it was broken. It must be really important for you to hide it so well, so he kept it. His next destination was your bedroom. This time he headed directly to your walking-closet, if you had been able to hide a USB key in your daughter’s room what else were you hiding in your closet. Bucky searched the whole thing like any drawers could hide something. He found what he was looking for in his own drawers. Sam thought he was funny when he told him multiples time that he has lost his touch since he wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, it’s was painful to realize he was right. Again, there was nothing in the drawer, just a bit of dust in the shape of a rectangle.

Because he was in there, Bucky took as many clothes as possible into bags. He managed to put most of his clothes into four bags but what he needed the most was in the basement, behind a pinball and an arcade game given to him by Natasha who thought that a man-cave should have at least that. You knew where the guns were hidden, most of his handguns were in the pool table but the rest of his weapons (riffles, shotguns, grenades and knives to only say a few) were in this secret room. Only Sam and Steve had seen it and that was because they helped him getting back the weapon he used to have while working for HYDRA and it included his former Winter Soldier uniform with his mask and goggles, or rather the updating version made by Shuri which was blue rather than black. Considering what you had told him about zombies it was the perfect outfit to fight zombies: his neck was protected, his eyes sheltered and his body covered by a fabric strong enough to resist bullet.

Two days later he had stored in the car clothes, weapons, non-perishable food, the rest of the other car fuel and his backpack full of pictures of you, from your first date to your wedding pictures or the photoshoot you had done together while you were pregnant. He hadn’t left the house in two days so when he came out of the garage, he was shocked to see how the situation had worsened. He had seen two zombies nearby his home but there was a horde of them now. He had wanted to leave with civilian cloth on but he had to face reality: it was safer to go out with his uniform.

“Fuck!” he muttered. “I’m terribly sorry.”

And he ran over them. Men, women and children. Even the little Snuggles, Edgar and Emelia’s poodle that wasn’t the nice little ball of fur he used to know and go on walk with. If the movies you had shown him had taught Bucky one thing it was to avoid big cities so he headed for less populated areas. It was as if nothing had happened, in the movies he saw people were running for their live and roads were crowded with cars. He had this seen from a TV series you enjoyed watching were the protagonist and his horse headed to a big city on a cleared highway but the other part is full of cars, so much so that people had been forced to leave them there and flee by foot – or so it’s implied. Right now, he could zig-zag on the road without being bothered by any driver.

He had to thank the Serum to allow him to drive for hours without tiering but at some point, super soldier or not, there are human needs that cannot be neglected. He knew stopping at a gas station was the worst idea he could come up with but he had a plan. First, he had to block the steering wheel and sabotaged his car in a way he could still use the car after but it would take too much time for someone else to leave with the car; second, he had no intention of loosing the content of his backpack so that was with him all the time; third, although food and gas was important he knew he could take back what would be stolen in the gas station; fourth and last, he hide his bullets and his guns in two different places and took with him the best weapons to fight in a gas station – yes, it happened to him quite a few time over the years he had worked for HYDRA. Once all of this done, he was ready to go.

He parked the car behind the gas station building, right in front the only exit, then he blocked his car with dumpsters. If the sabotage wasn’t enough, they’ll have to push those aside. He had super strength to help him, they surely don’t. bucky wasn’t fooling himself, he had seen one person – badly – hiding behind the counter and for sure he or she wasn’t alone. But he pretended. He entered the shop like any normal citizen and to emphasize this he had left his mask and goggles in the car. At first glance, the little shop hadn’t been looted but the smell of blood was strong enough for him to notice and he understood the shop hadn’t be looted because nobody was fully aware of what was happening but because they were and it was already the part where opportunists do their worst. It didn’t miss, as soon as he had turned his back on the counter – on purpose – he felt the cold sensation of a gun against his temple. A girl not older than Peter approached him.

“Nice car you got here, be a dear and give me the key,” she rose her hand in hopes that Bucky would comply. “Oh, come on. You’re not gonna die for a car, right? And honestly, you far too sexy to die.”

She caressed what she thought was his bare arm without feeling the vibranium underneath the camouflage. There was only one person that was able to feel the difference between his two arms with camouflage on and it was you. You never minded the camouflage but you had always praised him as a whole, metal arm included.

“Give us your fucking key!” a more masculine and older voice shouted at him, pressing further the gun into his temple.

“That gave me a sudden need to oblige to your orders,” he replied. “Who knew a swear word was all the motivation I could need!”

“Okay, cut the shit,” the girl pointed another gun at him but from his experience, Bucky could see it was empty unlike the other one. “Give us the key now or I swear I’ll pierce a hole in-between your eyes.”

They were at least three. The two holding a gun at him and another one that was dumb enough to hide in front of a mirror, what a band of geniuses! As much as he hated the idea, Bucky had no other choice but to kill them. He was lucky to have the experience to not be fooled by their fake guns and miserable hiding spot but any other person could fall into their trap and being robbed of all possessions. Or worst. It was safer that way. Bucky surprised himself with this thought but if there was a chance for this Apocalypse to end, they were not those who should be rewarding of a bright future.

He was too fast for them. In no time both of them had been disarmed and were laying on the ground, the third one was one his way while two others arrived from the bathrooms. He knocked out the one who was hiding by using the shelves where all kinds of Pringles were on display. One of the two from the bathrooms shoot at him however his aim was so pathetic that Bucky had no idea where the shooter had intended to shoot him originally but it ended up ricocheting on his vibranium arm.

“What the fuck?” the first assailant managed to get back on his feet, trying to stop his nose from bleeding too much. The bullet was at Bucky’s feet, still warm.

“You just give me no choice,” if you had been there, you would have approved of his decision, this were not the kind of people you would want to live in the same world as Rebecca. Or at least that was he tried to convince himself of. Bucky saw no point of hiding his arm any longer, he had no intention of being friendly with them and frightening those fuckers was the last of his concerns. “Believe me I wish there was another way.”

“Oh, fuck. That’s the Winter Soldier!” the girl kneeled before Bucky. “Please, don’t kill me. I swear they made me do it! They told me no one would get hurt because we outnumbered them and they would be too afraid by the guns and-and they took my gun to shoot someone in the knee…”

“He’s Captain America best friend, what’s the worst he can do? Have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism?” mocked the one with his nose bleeding. “He won’t kill us because he’s a good guy now.”

She continued to whine her misfortune, she nearly got him to think she was innocent of all crimes. Three seconds, Bucky had turned his back for three seconds and she used that time to stab his left leg. It wasn’t too deep but boy he felt the blade. Without a second thought – that was a lie he had a billion of thoughts but none gave him a good enough reason to spare those son of bitches – he killed the girl. Unlike the others she had the mercy of a painless and quick death, she was young and surely, they took advantage of that but she was beyond repaired. That the thing when, for decades, you wake up every “morning” feeling you’re sinking a little more into the darkness to the point where, one morning, you don’t recognize yourself. At some point you recognized those on the path to it. Then you know you’re gone forever. Thankfully for him Steve had come before that. Even though his year in Romania had gave him the time to remember his past that made things worst. He had even wished one time to go back to the state he was in as the Winter Soldier just to be able to not feel the disgust and hatred of himself.

Then you came into his life, chastising him every time he had those thoughts. You hated the simple thought of him thinking so low of himself when you see his greatness, his passion and his kind heart. You had loved Bucky Barnes by knowing him better over the time, you did the same with the Winter Soldier. Two separates being that made your husband the man he was. There was no point to underlook the impact of HYDRA on Bucky, sometimes he had reminiscence of this time, whether it was his nightmares waking you both up at night or his overprotectiveness of you and Becky. It had improved over the years together but when you became pregnant with your daughter things worsened.

The rest of the gang died shortly after the girl. They put up a fight, desperate to stay alive, the four of them messed up so badly their blood covered the floor. It wasn’t his plan, it was supposed to be cleaner, no slit throats or knife in eyeball. The first one went according to plan; he had strangled the man while trying to keep the others away. With the four of them dead on the floor, Bucky couldn’t say he had no choice anymore after what he had done because he knew if had think a bit more about the situation, he could have found a way not to be so ruthless.

“I’m sorry,” he said while burying the corpses. Killing them was hard on him but he would have hated himself if he had let them to rot in plain sight. Bucky had still his guilt and the ugly situation didn’t make this any less right, killing a robber or an innocent was the same act. “You must be so disappointed!”

The dark-haired man fell on his knees, tears running down his cheeks. He was a monster again and this time he had no excuses. He had made that choice, no one had forced him no matter what he would say. He could have knocked them all out and transferred them to the nearest police station, those guys were armed there was no way they would be overwhelmed by zombies. Even if your movies showed him the contrary.

�� After he made sure that each graves had a tombstone for people to mourn the dead, Bucky headed for the shop to clean up the mess he had made. There he heard a high-pitched sound; it was nothing suspicious he heard a similar sound before but he was still surprised when he saw a snow-white kitten in the middle of the fishes. The small kitten wasn’t afraid of him, she was a curious little thing who purred the moment he touched her – after verification Bucky saw there was something missing.

“You’re lost?” the kitten meowed. Hers claws maintained her on his right arm, apparently Bucky was being adopted by a cat. “Don’t you have an owner?”

The cat caressed his cheek. Maybe her owner was one of the thugs he had killed. She had no collar, no identification and before he came to the fish part of the shop, he hadn’t heard her. Maybe because she was hiding from them. It was a nice break from all the blood and death but he had to let the kitten go. What he hadn’t planned was the kitten no letting him go. He tried his best to get the kitten to leave him but the hardest he tried to tighter her grip on him was and when she let go, she, she made a new mess in the magazines this time. Her claws got stuck in the page of a car magazine showing a French car that made its grand retour.

“You just don’t know where to quit, do you?” the cat meowed once again while trying to get rid of the page on her claws. Gently Bucky picked up the cat to tear up the page. “Rebecca is going to love you.”

Bucky opened his jacket to let the kitten rest in it while he was gathering the necessary food for the little creature that was sleeping close to his heart, he could feel her breathing and purring. He was weak, he knew it. The whole pet thing was his weak point and Becky perfectly knew that, even when she wasn’t around, she found a way to get what she wants. If you had been there, you would have been mad for about a second before falling for the cat. The cat that needed a name.

“Do you really need a name?” the cat moved to find a comfier position. “I guess you do. What about…” Bucky though about the car magazine, the car was named Alpine, after a European mountain range which seemed fitting for a white cat. “What about Alpine? Yeah, you’re Alpine now.”

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#Marvel Cinematic Universe imagine #mcu imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #zombie au

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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The Heart Of A King - Preview

Relationship: Caspian X Susan, Caspian X Reader, Platonic!Susan and Platonic!Reader

Author’s Note: I told you the preview would come fast, here it is. After days, weeks of votes this is the story that had the most votes, the one you wished for. FYI Narnia (and the islands as well as the surrounding countries) is located in the Atlantic sea next to the strait of Gibraltar. It’s a mix between Southern Spain in terms of architecture and temperature, UK/France in terms of landscape and of course what you can see in the movies and be described in the books. I had no idea what to add, so I hope you will like this story as much as I liked writing it.

Preview:

“I hope so Your Majesty,” you really hoped to be in the queen’s good grace.

“Last time I saw you, you were unable to keep yourself still.”

“I can only agree with you.”

Taglist:

@learisa

#narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia imagine #caspian x reader #caspian imagine #king caspian x reader #caspian x y/n #susan x caspian #suspian #pevensie siblings

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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After a week and 34 votes (I wanted to wait a month but it turns out I’m not patient enough for that ;p I want to start writing, I managed to hype myself) the results are tight for the time period but a lot of you had agreed on the fandom, so here’s how it is:

Chronicles of Narnia = 16 votes

Victorian Era/ Tudor Era/ MCU = 6 votes each

Ancien Régime = 0 vote (I guess we need a loser, here’s ours)

Clearly you want Caspian to have a mistress more than you want to see Loki or Bucky with one. Fair enough. But will he be a Victorian king or a Tudor king? Well whenever I pictured his story I had the Tudor Era in mind, maybe because it’s closer to the time period he appeared in the movies so get ready for this story which preview should arrived soon.

But I’m not cruel and I leave you with a few surprises down below.

Not only do I give you the cover of the story (I should say I’m not very good at montage, I tried my best) but you’ll also have a summary and the title.

The Heart Of A King

Summary:

There are opportunities in life that you have to take but you were different tough. Since you were born you always had things given to you on a silver plate. Yet you decided to create your own opportunities the day you chose to follow your father in all of his travels. It was no surprise for your parent when you left them no choice but to take you with them to the court of Cair Paravel, heart of your homeland. Even in your wildest dream you would have never thought of what destiny had in store for you when you took that opportunity and stepped in the castle of King Caspian and Queen Susan.

SURPRISE N°2 and 3 !!!

As I thought of a plot for the story I had to imagine a scenario for each character envisionned (Caspian, Bucky and Loki) and a I was writing ideas I found it sad not being able to actually write those stories. The Narnia Mistress AU will be the story I will focus on but I will also publish those two. They will have the own tag list and preview but later than The Heart of a King. Don’t panic although the three stories have the same concept and some details in common, the stories will be very different. The characters involved are not the same, even in the MCU AU with only one character appearing in both stories.

In all three stories, Reader is the daughter of an ambassador and nobleman who has travel the world alongside her father. After years in foreign courts, they come back to the family castle before the father is mandated by the king at his own court. She finds her place at court, helping the royal family aware of the attention she gets from both the queen and the king. If at first Reader doesn’t mind the king’s attention she realizes that his looks have more meaning than sheer curiosity.

A Chance At Love

Summary:

Your life was perfect the way it was. You had seen many different places, castles and courts; you had discovered various cultures and made friends from all around the world. It was enough for a lifetime. But your father was asked by the king himself to come at his palace to serve him and your curiosity took the best of you. Your parents couldn’t even stop you, they never could. Maybe you should have listened to them, it wasn’t your first court but surely you had no idea of what kind of court it was, with a queen who rule the court with an iron fist and a king plunged into melancholy.

A New Addition To His Collection

Summary:

To have a father ambassador had been the best thing to ever happen to you. You always were lucky, whether it was for such things as the family you were born in or for more common thing like games, you had never lost a game in your life. But you knew your luck would run out one day, eventually, so you enjoyed it while it last. Luck was what brought you at the royal court and it was luck again that made you meet its most important figure. However you had serious doubt on the strength of your luck against the traps and deceptions of the court.

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@learisa

#mcu imagine #narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #king caspian x reader #caspian x reader #caspian x y/n #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki imagine #Caspian imagine #historical imagine #but not really #like inspired by historical things #you decide #it's just stuffs i have in mind

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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Okay, I had this idea in my head. I wanted to make a story about Reader being a young woman going back to her country’s royal court and kind of becoming the king’s mistress. Thing is I’m torn between fandoms and time period so here’s between what I can’t choose (I just want to do all !):

Tudors Era (16th century)

Ancien Régime (French 18th century)

Victorian Era (19th century)

MCU (mostly likely to be with Bucky Barnes or Loki)

Chronicles of Narnia (defenitly Caspian)

The time period is just for me to have a period for the story and those are my favourite in terms of architecture, history and clothing. It’s a way to situate the action. If I do it with Narnia it’s most likely that Narnia would be a country part of Europe or something like that.

But I say I when I mean You. Here’s a link to a poll I’ve created. You can chose the Era and the fandom (you're allowed multiple choice). As you’ll see I’m open to suggestions if you have some. Since I’m unable to make a decision it’s seems fair to let you decide what kind of story you want to read. Even though it’s only the setting, I don’t want to spoil too much of the actual story but if you want some hints I can provide you some, just let me know in this post.

There will be no mention of actual events that happen during those time period, famous names can make an appearance (Henry VIII, Louis XIV...) but just as sort of cameos if you see what I mean. Plus the time period is not linked to where the action will take place. For example, if you chose the Ancien Régime, the story won’t take place in Versaille before the French Revolution.

P.S.: the montage is not the cover of the story, in case you’re wondering. P.S. n°2: I've made a mistake in the poll it’s not 15th century but 16th, I've corrected it here but I can't corrected it there, my apologies.

#mcu imagine #narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia imagine #historical imagine #but not really #like inspired by historical things #you decide #it's just stuffs i have in mind #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #king caspian x reader #caspian x reader #caspian x y/n #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki imagine #Caspian imagine

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calliopesstories · 4 years ago

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We’ll Be Reunited Again - Chapter 1

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dad!Bucky and Daughter Barnes

Words: 2,946

Author’s Note: I’m a huge zombie movie fan and knowing there’ll be a What If...? that’ll use the zombie universe of the comics, I just couldn’t help myself. Marvel + zombies = happy me! But I won’t use this storyline for my story in case you’re wondering. It’ll be mainly Bucky’s POV with Y/N’s POV time to time.

Part 2 here

“If you have time, can you go to the pharmacy take Becky’s cough syrup. I won’t have the time to do that in addition to go take Becky at day-care, make diner for tonight…oh no!”

“What it is, love?”

“I have to buy groceries, we’re out of everything at home” you growled, hitting your forehead with your phone. “I’m such an idiot!”

You heard Bucky’s laugh at the other end of the line. If he hadn’t been gone for almost two weeks you would have strangled him. You wanted to make his favourite meal but your lazy ass had pushed back the chores until you had no other choice.

“I have to go honey, see you tonight. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

A smile curved your lips. You still had a busy day ahead of you but you couldn’t wait to have Bucky back home, you hated when he was away with Steve, Sam and Natasha doing God knows what. He didn’t like it either but fighting is what he does best, so until he finds a real job, he’s helping the Avengers – let’s be honest, being a superhero isn’t a job it’s more charity work than anything else.

Your day ended later than expected, one of your colleagues had asked you to stay a little longer to help him prepare the academic decathlon. You parked your car, knowing perfectly well that your daughter was watching your every movements impatiently. Just as you entered your daughter ran to you, her arms wrapping around your legs.

“Mrs Barnes,” oh, how you like being called like this. You turned around to see a young woman, in her early twenties. “Hi, I’m Claire. I thought you might want this; Rebecca have done it this afternoon.”

It was a drawing of a white cat. The same white cat she had drawn for about three months, since she had seen a reality TV taking place in a shelter. The first drawing had been subtle, she had drawn the three of you with a small kitty but as time passed Becky’s drawing had been more centred around the white cat. Nonetheless you took the drawing in one hand and your daughter in the other.

Groceries took an hour and a half because Rebecca had the amazing idea to put everything with a Disney character in the shopping cart and of course you only realised it before getting in line to pay. It’s a good thing you are patient but Bucky would hear about this. Yes, it was his fault and you both knew it, every time he came back from groceries you saw the same things Rebecca had put in the cart. You loved them both but the were driving you crazy. As if seeing you out of your mind was a sport practiced by the two of them.

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“That’s not too hard to be away from home for so long?” asked Sam during the flight to get back home.

“It’s maybe my last mission with you guys, so I won’t complain,” Bucky had traded his uniform for civilian clothing. He was the first to be dropped home and although Shuri had managed to camouflage his arm as a flesh one, walking in the neighbourhood with a big A for Avengers wouldn’t help the three of you. “It was more difficult when (Y/N) was pregnant but she’s handling things superbly.”

“Isn’t it Becky’s birthday in a week?” Natasha casual tone was something Bucky had learnt to be suspicious of, so he simple nodded, waiting for the ex-KGB spy to tell him more. “How old is she going to be?”

“For her godmother it’s not a good sign that you can’t remember when she was born,” mocked Bucky. You had been the one choosing Natasha as Becky’s godmother because you knew Bucky would choose Steve as the godfather, it was the most obvious thing in the world. The moment you had learnt you were pregnant you had told him you were in charge of the godmother.

“We’re almost there, Buck.”

Being back home was the best feeling there was for Bucky. Steve landed far from the habitation, there no need to attract all of Buck’s neighbours with the quinjet, if you both had moved to the suburbs it was to have some peace and have a family of your own.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to arrive home. The simple sight of the front door filled him with joy. He stepped inside, throwing his backpack on the floor her could hear you talking to Rebecca while you were cooking. You had no yet heard him enter so quietly he made his way to you; you had your back turned to watch if your meat was burning. Once he was assured scaring you wouldn’t cause an accident, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.

“Holy shhhhh…. iva,” you managed to keep your language appropriate for your three-year-old but you were so happy to see your husband it almost slipped of your mouth.

“Daddy!” Rebecca ran to her father. Bucky intercepted his daughter and spined her before tickling her. “Stop it daddy!” she laughed. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

“Are you giving me orders Rebecca Barnes?” the little girl frantically nodded. “Can you believe that?” Bucky turned to you but you were already laughing, siding with your child.

“Well, she’s the boss. I suggest you don’t bother her otherwise Miss Barnes might throw one of her famous tantrums,” you kissed the top of Becky’s head and the lips of your husband. “She misses you a lot. And I think I’m right when I say she’d rather play with her father than being tickled by him, am I right?”

“But, you’re a big girl. So I’m gonna make a deal with you. No tantrum and tomorrow we’ll spend the day together, sound good to you?” Becky wrapped her arms around her dad’s neck and yelled a big yes. “So it’s a deal. Now we let mommy make diner otherwise we’ll end up the same way as this poor chicken.”

“You’re damn right! Get out of my kitchen,” you used your spatula to gently spank Bucky’s ass. He turned around, sparks a mischief in his eyes. You knew if your daughter hadn’t been in the same room, you wouldn’t even have the time to run away.

The father and his daughter went to the living room where most of Becky’s toys were. She took a doll to tell the fantasied story of Auntie Nat or how a badass ballerina was fighting aliens before a representation of the Nutcracker. She tasked her father to play the sidekick slash prince because he too was a dancer and a superhero.

Diner was ready before the ballerina had the time to destroy the mothership, Becky tried to bargain for five more minutes but you ended the story on your own: the ballerina had previously put a time-bomb on the main engine and the mothership exploded while she was safe and sound on the ground performing the last act of the ballet. Happy with the story Rebecca gladly followed you to go eat. If getting her to eat was a challenge, then putting her to bed was the Olympics and Bucky always had the gold medal.

As he put his daughter to bed, he thought of the years he had lived since he knew you. The two of you met thanks because of were an old friend of Sam. You had loved his old fashion way of seducing you, he was so refreshing compared to the bunch of losers you had dated before. Then you had moved together in your apartment in New York but it hadn’t last long. Quickly you had started thinking about kids and you had found your house. Bucky had popped the question the day you would have remember as the worst of your life if this hadn’t happened. You had came home screaming and complaining about how everyone was trying to get you insane, then you had screamed after him because you couldn’t find him but when you had you were left speechless.

But four months later you had to postponed the wedding. You were pregnant and there was no way in Hell you would get married pregnant. Your dress was tailor-made, you preferred to wait nine months rather than asking to make your dress more fit for your pregnant belly. Bucky learnt of your pregnancy after you gave him on his birthday a stuffed bear similar to the one his uncle had bought for his birth with a bib saying Daddy’s Little Treasure. It took him one solid minute to realise what all of this meant. But he became a wonderful father, he helped you throughout your pregnancy whenever you he was around.

He had to admit you were the best wife he could have ask for. You were the only salary in this marriage for now, you worked your ass of to keep the family afloat and as a science teacher it was easy every day. You had never stopped working even pregnant. You had nearly given birth in your classroom if it had been for Natasha visiting you. bucky was the Avengers but you were the badass in this couple, let’s face it you married a former HYDRA assassin and bore a super soldier child for nine months without suffering from internal damage which worried everyone Bucky being the first one. Even if Rebecca shown no signs of the serum, she had been tested by Doctor Cho who had confirmed the strong presence of the serum within your daughter’s DNA.

“She’s sleeping,” Bucky sat next to you on the couch. “How was your day?”

“It was…” you sighed. You just wanted more time with your family. Bucky kept stroking your hair, he knew how calming it was for you. “I do twice the work other teachers do; I always work overtime but I’m not paid more! Maybe I should go work with Stark. What do you think about moving to California?”

“If you think you’ll be happier, then let’s move to California. But I got a job interview next week. If I’m taken you could stop overtime work and we’ll have more time the three of us. Would you like that?”

“I’m too tired to show it but that will be perfect.”

As you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder, loud bangs against your front door echoed in the house. At first you were clearly surprised but as the bangs continued you were more and more annoyed; Rebecca was a light sleeper and you didn’t want her to be awaken. Bucky got up to open the door. It was your closest neighbour: Emelia Jones. Her and her husband Edgar were living on the house on your left. She was covered in blood. You were quick to your feet and helped her sat on the nearest chair. She was speaking too fast for you to understand but you could see she needed time to clear her mind. Bucky brought her a glass of water.

“Emelia what happen?” you asked concerned.

“Edgar…my poor Edgar. I don’t know what happen, one minute we’re watching Jeopardy and the next minute he’s attacking me. Look! He bit me!” a part of flesh was missing in her left forearm.

“Oh my god! Bucky look! We have bandages upstairs I’ll fetch them and see if Becky’s still asleep. If this hadn’t wake her up it’s a miracle. Stay with her.”

Bucky watched you take the stairs. How many times had you taken care of his own wounds? He had lost count but right now you were the most qualified to take care of Emelia. His attention was brought back of the old lady when she started coughing again. He took the glass to fill it up again but realise she was coughing blood. Cautious he approached the elderly. He put his right hand on her shoulder and before she could even think of taking it, he hit her with his vibranium arm. Emelia let an animalistic growl left her mouth. Her eyes were bloodied and veins covered her face but the most shocking feature was the strength she had.

It was by pure instinct that made Bucky took a kitchen knife and sliced her throat but it did nothing. Emelia kept trying to bite him, fortunately she was targeting his left arm but she managed to take the knife off his hand. She pinned him on the floor, her teeth at mere inches of his face. Another kind of bang resounded in the house and Emelia’s head exploded. Bucky turned his head towards the stairs where you were, a gun in one hand and bandages in the other.

“You saw what happen, right? I’m not crazy,” gently Bucky took the gun off your hand. “What the fuck happened?”

“I’ve seen enough movies to be sure that... that this was a zombie! Look, I know it’s not possible but…”

“Honey we are attacked by alien every two years; nothing is impossible anymore.”

“Buck, if she’s a zombie, it might be because of her husband. If she had let the door open who knows what Edgar could do.”

“You stay here. You sealed every doors and windows in the house. You do not open to anyone unless it’s me and you stay with Rebecca. If anything happen you know where my guns are and I know I can trust you with them. I’ll go check if Edgar hasn’t gone too far and if he’s like his wife, if he is… well I’ll take care of it.”

You exchanged what felt like a last kiss, you wanted to tell him how much you love him but he refused to hear it otherwise it would feel like you’ll never see each other again. You open your mouth to say something but he shut you up with a kiss.

“Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen. We’ll see each other in no time. I promise you.”

As soon as Bucky was outside, he heard you locked the door and the roller shutters being activated. The Jones’ house was five minutes away from your home but already he felt something was wrong. The street was quiet, too quiet. And the same went for the Jones home. Bucky heard no TV or beastly growls identical to those of Emelia’s. He entered the house and saw how messy the confrontation between Emelia and Edgar had been.

He was in the garden when he finally heard the growls. It was Edgar, but not only. A man he had never seen before was accompanying the elder man. If he had to believe all those movies with zombies you had made him watch the best way to get ride of them was to shot their brain. It works for the young but Edgar had tackled Bucky on the ground. He had tried twice to put the gun in the right angle to shoot the old man but the easiest way to have the upper hand was to punch Edgar with his left arm until the zombie let go of his grip on him. The horror of the situation struck Bucky as he saw his neighbour in such shape.

His legs had a mind of their own, he had only one thing in his mind: getting back to you and your daughter. He heard a scream coming from your house. He yelled your name at the top of his lungs oblivious to the fact that the scream sounded nothing like your voice or a baby’s scream. Bucky had just witnessed his quiet, seventy-year-old neighbour eat a police officer before attacking him with the strength of a young man. Poor Edgar, Bucky had never intended to smash his head against the wall but he had left him no choice.

Bucky entered his house to find blood on the walls, corpses on the floor and furniture smashed here and there. He called your name yet again but silence was his only answer. His first instinct was to check if you hadn’t hide in the basement or the attic, the basement had a secret passage leading to the sewer and the attic permitted to go to the roof then to the garage to take one of your cars. It was precaution he had taken in case of HYDRA has the stupid idea to take you and your daughter away from him. He just wanted to be prepared but he had never thought those passages would be use during a zombie outbreak.

You were nowhere to be found. The nursery was untouched, just like you had left it after tidied it. The same goes for your bedroom, nothing had been moved hence you either had no time to pick up things before leaving the place or you had a chance to escape, you took it but didn’t think of taking anything. Or you were…no! He refused to think of that. If he couldn’t find you it was simply because you were gone to some place safe. Yes, you were clever, he had no doubt you had found a solution for you and your baby girl, he had to trust your guts.

That’s was before he found a piece of paper, bloodied and torn but he couldn’t mistake the handwriting for someone else’s than yours. There was two simple words Find us. The end of your “s” showed him that you had written the note in a hurry and had to leave quickly.

“I’ll find you. Believe me, we’ll be reunited again.”

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