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Love Thy Enemy Part 4

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Vorrin wanted to destroy everything. Starting with this idiotic outfit.

The guards shoved him writhing and snarling into his bedroom, giving him no time for a proper charge before slamming and locking the grand oak door like the cell that it was. His fists slammed on the wood hard enough to send his nerves prickling, and a throat-scraping roar ripped the cold, empty quiet asunder.

He threw his overcoat off his shoulders, working his thumb into a little tear in the back—it must have happened when he fell to the street—and ripped it straight down the middle. He didn't stop tearing until the fabric lay in silky tatters on the floor. The suffocating tie of his tunic was next, ripped entirely from the collar to leave a jagged, triangular hole from throat to mid-chest.

More. More. His fingers itched, no, burned with hungry fury. Almost like if he didn’t find more things to release it on, it would consume him from the inside out. He searched the room rabidly, quickly settling on the bed. In a few strides, he reached the mattress and wrenched the bedsheets off, shredding the silk fabric into long, frayed strips. Next, pillows, ripping them by the seams and tossing the feathers to the ground in violent handfuls.

He kicked the table over. He broke the chair legs by crashing it into the stone wall. He was just about to pull down the velvet curtains when the door unlatched and Empress Callista strode through.

Two guards trailed at her heels, reaching for their weapons at the sight of Vorrin’s recent work. Empress Callista halted them.

“Are you done throwing a tantrum?” she said coolly, stepping within arms-length.

“How could you do that?” Vorrin seethed. His fingers twitched at his sides, fighting the overwhelming urge to wrap them around her throat. He wouldn’t last two seconds against her guard. And where would it get him? An execution order and nothing changed.

“Defend you? It was quite easy actually, despite your bad opinion of me, I don’t particularly like seeing my consort shoved to the ground and verbally assaulted for things outside his control.”

“She hadn’t seen her son since the surrender; she was scared.”

“Everyone is scared, but we all make a choice on how we manifest it. She chose poorly. As did you.”

Vorrin reeled, an incredulous scoff already on his lips. “Me?”

“You humiliated me.”

“How—”

“You publicly spoke against an imperial ruling.” Her hand darted out like a cobra, seizing him by the jaw. “These people need to know that there are no other options. That I am impenetrable. You made me look weak.”

Vorrin gritted his teeth, expression turned to stone beneath her bruising grip. “You made yourself look weak.”

The implication was there, as stupid as it was for him to remind her. If she wanted him taken care of, she’d have to send him to the dungeons or kill him. She would never tame him into her pet.

Empress Callista raised a brow but said nothing, molten amber eyes poring over his own brown like she could read every thought and secret within. Vorrin broke first.

As his gaze hit the floor, Empress Callista stepped back toward the door.

“Since you take pleasure in destroying the comforts I provide you," she said, "you can enjoy the night without them.”

Vorrin scoffed knowingly. “I knew it wouldn’t be long until you were starving me for results.”

“Hm? No. Your manservants will bring you dinner, but they’re not staying. You can undo that hair on your own; no new outfit either, since you've proven you can't take care of them. You may sleep without a sheet or mattress since you apparently don't want them, as well as figure out how you'll be eating your food without a chair for your table." She swung the door wide and strode into the wall with a whoosh of fabric, rich black braid swinging on her back. She stopped just over the threshold, not even turning as she called one last punishment. "I'll see you in the morning."

***

As it turned out, undoing Pins's meticulous work was harder than Vorrin thought. The chains tangled in his awakening curls, only tying knots--in both metal and hair--the more he tried to free them. He was able to tear one side free, strand by broken strand, leaving a clump of wispy locks twisted around one end. The other side pulled at his scalp but held a much larger chunk of hair for him to risk tearing it out by force. He let his hang behind his ear with the rest of the tangles.

Luckily, today's outfit was more familiar than the previous one's, making it easy to remove what remained for bed. And he was used to sleeping unclothed, so he wasn't too concerned about lacking a nightshirt. That is, until night fell and the room became an ice house. He'd never realized how much the sheet had aided in keeping him warm.

He chided himself. He'd grown soft these past months, accustomed to the luxury he scorned. He'd slept in colder conditions than this on the battlefield, or even in the barracks when winter hit. There was only one hearth in that wing, and it hardly heated the entire space. He had his own here, but no flint to light it. He hadn't thought to ask either manservant when they dropped off dinner if they could spare some.

He curled up in the middle of the bed, drawing the lightweight covers--only spared by being crumpled on the floor during his fury--around his shoulders. With that, he fell into a restless slumber.

Until the knife woke him.

He knew it before he was fully conscious, eyes shooting open, hand flying to his side for a nonexistent weapon, and then toward the threat, only to have his arm pinned to his side like the one on the other side which the intruder knelt on.

Vorrin opened his mouth, but the blade held his cry hostage in his throat, a large lump he had to uncomfortably swallow.

"Don't try to scream," said the intruder from the dark overhead. "I'd rather not damage valuable goods."

Vorrin swallowed again. Was this a kidnapping? Another cursed gift the empress had bestowed on him by showing him attention? He never would have had to deal with this when he was just a general.

"You hate her, don’t you?"

The voice interrupted his thoughts, low and creaky, like wind on an old tavern door. The blade lifted just slightly to allow words.

"What?"

"The empress," the voice urged impatiently. "You hate her."

A new warning bell sounded in Vorrin's skull. This could be a trap. The empress's own attacker sent to test him. Though his hatred was no secret.

"Yes."

The knife lifted a fraction further.

"We saw you in The Dregs. A chink in the dragoness's bloody scales. Or maybe a weapon. An unwieldy one. Now, why would she keep something like that so close?"

"Don't know," Vorrin growled noncommittally. "Guess I'm just that pretty. How'd you get in?"

A chuckle and the weight shifted off of him. "We're everywhere the light isn't."

"We?"

"Freedom fighters. People in rebellion against the latest power exchange. Like you."

Half a question, half a statement.

This reeked of a trap.

What were the chances of an actual rebellion, what he'd wanted but found impossible to reach, coming straight to him within the palace walls.

"I'm not a freedom fighter."

"Not yet."

"No, I'm--"

The shadow dropped their hood.

The moonlight illuminated a long, hollow face, pale and ghostly as the ashen hair that framed it. The angry red lines of a sigil burned from the center of his forehead to his brows and hairline: an eye with a compass coming out of it, though the arrow points were shaped suspiciously like daggers. Even if Vorrin didn't recognize the man, he certainly recognized that mark. Not that he'd had many chances to see it on someone breathing.

"Since when are The Eye freedom fighters?"

"Since our home became enemy soil. A man can be a cutthroat and a patriot at the same time."

Vorrin tightened his jaw disbelievingly.

The assassin grinned. "The Empress may have also threatened our profit if that is a more trustworthy motive. She’ll have us all hunted like dogs before the year is out."

Vorrin slowly pushed himself upright, keeping eye contact all the while. He quietly slowed his breathing, in turn calming his heart. "Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

"Now that's the right question." The man sat crisscross on the mattress, chin leaned into one hand while the other still twirled his dagger. "I got in here, but believe it or not, we can’t get anywhere near the Empress."

Vorrin thought about his daily patdowns and her constant entourage of guards. He could believe it.

“You, on the other hand, my angry friend. You are up close and personal with the Empress all the time.”

“Only just,” Vorrin muttered, seeing where this was going. He’d only made contact with Empress Callista yesterday, and he was certain that whatever the man imagined their relationship to be was nowhere near the truth.

“Better than any of our other options.”

“Look,” Vorrin eyed the assassin’s dagger, preparing for a wrestle when this probably went badly. “I have no interest in joining The Eye.”

“Shame. But not important. I don’t come on behalf of the Eye; I come on behalf of a united rebellion. I am simply the vessel that was chosen and willing to reach you. That’s what you want after all, right? The Empress gone?” He flashed another crooked tooth grin at Vorrin’s narrowed eyes. “See, I’ve done my research, High General Vorrin. Your position. Your stand against the Empress’s army. Your surrender as a war prize for the lives of your men.”

“How…” Not even all his men knew the truth of that day.

“I make a habit of knowing exactly what I’m dealing with before walking into a dark room. Point is, we want the same things. Empress Callista dead and the kingdom restored under a Totholian flag.”

“Under who’s rule? Yours?”

“Thank you.” The assassin held a dramatic, flattered hand to their chest. “But not my style. No, the rebels are chasing the rumor of the King’s Duras’s survival.”

Vorrin straightened a little taller in his seat. King Duras may have been problematic but when it came down to it, a legitimate royal brought comfort. The people trusted it more than another total overturn of power. And it meant a chance to end this nightmare. “Do you know—“

“No,” the assassin said. “Could be true, could be rumor, but if anyone can find him, it will be us. In the meantime we need to move. Before her hold grows any tighter.

Vorrin tried not to show his disappointment. He’d never been a gambler. As much as he wanted the Avarose Empire out, he wanted anarchy even less. With no concrete option for the throne, he would do well not to kick the already panicking beehive.

“I know it’s risky,” the assassin said as if reading Vorrin’s thoughts. “But what can we do? What will you do? Accept your fate? Doom your men to the dungeons? And…don’t you want redemption?”

Vorrin clenched the covers. “Redemption?”

“You did what you had to in the moment. But you can still save your kingdom for real.”

Save the kingdom. He’d lived months with this guilt, it weighed on him at all times. And then there was Empress’s condescending. The way she had taken his life at sword point. What she’d done today. He couldn’t trust her word that his men would one day be released.

“What would you have me do? She doesn’t trust me.”

“Then make her. Get close to her. And when she lets her guard down…” The assassin pressed the dagger into Vorrin’s hand. “Finish what you started.”

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Alpha!Bucky

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ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Secrets 9

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape; grossness on Bucky’s part; Steve’s an asshole. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: A long-buried family secret comes to light and changes your entire life.

Notes: Y’all. Really I be like what haven’t I touched in ages? Then I go for it.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Take care. 💖

You stood on your mark, surrounded by strangers as more awaited you just inside the grand hall. You were unprepared despite Barnes' efforts. You didn't want to be there nor were you equipped for it. Especially not after your first meeting with the king himself. The idea of a whole facsimile lifetime with that man did little to steady your nerve.

You twisted in your heels and glanced behind you. Even without Barnes as your chaperone, there were too many courtly bodies around to witness any attempt at flight. You sighed and listened through the door just ahead of you, crossing your arms before you remembered yourself and forced them to your sides. Were you really going along with this?

"I should be in class right now," you grumbled to yourself. "I was halfway through my degree, you know? I don't need this. I had a life…" You paused as you noticed the curious gaze of a man in outdated livery, like a statue against the wall, "what's with you? Is this like those ones with the fuzzy hat? Are you allowed to move?"

"Your highness, I am permitted to move if required. I am avowed to do so in service of your safety," he responded to your surprise.

"Huh," you twiddled your fingers and pursed your lips, "and what if I said I was safest away from here?"

"Your highness, I've been ordered to keep you here for the same purpose."

"Oh, you have? Does the king think I'll run?"

The man squared his jaw and stared at the opposite wall, a stoic knight out of time, "I cannot speak to the mind of his majesty."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fuck." You snarled under your breath and noticed how the man blanched. You apologised and returned your attention to the din that flowed in from the next room.

"..on behalf of Astrania, I welcome my betrothed and proudly introduce her…" 

Your feet were stuck in place, as if quicksand was all around you, your body paralysed. Nah, this wasn't real. You could just leave, right? It was like one of those absurd movies but it was hardly a comedy and far from romantic.

"Your highness?" The guard prompted and you flinched.

"Oh shit," you hissed under your breath.

You took a step and your ankle nearly bent. You stumbled and continued through the doorway, dawning the mask that Barnes worked so hard to craft. You hated yourself the instant your cheeks bulbed in that manufactured smile.

The room of bodies startled you. You may have expected an audience but this was something else. More faces than you could count and all dressed just ridiculously as yourself. The absurdity of the situation further numbed you to the reality.

You caught Barnes' eye as you strode blindly before the court. The dearth of sound that held the silent figures in anticipation resembled the calm before the storm. You held your breath as the duke gave am encouraging but emotionless nod. 

King Steve stood expectant and straight-backed, waiting as he reached out in a formal gesture to welcome you. You didn't know what else to do but play along. You neared and let him take your hand and he kissed the knuckles in an overly gallant manner. The flash of a camera whitened your vision as you gripped him unwittingly in your surprise. 

He raised your hand as he drew you to face the crowd. You blinked dumbly as he clung to you and slowly lowered your arm between you.

"The Duchess," he declared, "and I must say I am hardly disappointed."

You peered at him from the corner of your eye and withheld a grimace. The fakeness in his tone made you cringe internally all while promising an equally shallow future. You smiled bigger and gave a polite wave, just as Barnes had trained you. At that thought, you almost let your true emotions break through.

The crowd oohed and ahhed as Steve slowly leaned in, his hand running up to your elbow. He kissed your cheek, letting his touch wander to your lower back. He hid a growl in the gesture, "I see you got your head straight."

He faced the crowd again and pinched your side as his hand drifted back. You held back a wince and once more searched out Barnes. He was the only one among the crowd who seemed to notice, if only because he knew what to expect.

“Without further ado, let’s eat,” Steve’s tone was jovial, “and celebrate. Astrania will finally have a queen again.”

You aimed your eyes straight ahead, unseeing as you fought to keep the facade in place. Mindlessly, you were led away by your fiance, his hand firm around yours once more. You met him with daggers as he showed you to your seat, pulling it out with courtesy, another show for his people.

As he settled in the chair beside you, your displacement became even more obvious. You were the foreign princess, the newcomer, entirely out of your depth. The weeks of fastidious education on the part of Duke Barnes could not augment a lifetime of discipline. You felt yourself drowning as your boiling resentment met with icy uncertainty.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Steve uttered as he beckoned for a servant to fill his glass.

“If you want a show, I can put one on,” you rebuffed unfiltered.

He stifled a snort and rested his hand on the back of your chair, reaching his other to cover the top of your glass and keep the servant from pouring. “She’ll stick to water, I’ve heard wine makes her sloppy.”

You looked at him pointedly as he smirked. To anyone else, it might look affectionate but the gleam in his eyes assured you otherwise. You thanked the servant and agreed that water would be better.

“What do you know of me?” You asked as you looked away derisively.

“I know a lot more than you think,” he hid his words behind his glass before he took a sip, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Neither do you.”

“Is that a threat? Must I remind you that treason is still very much a crime here?”

“I’m just doing as I’ve been bid, your majesty. I’m matching your energy.”

“Is that what Barnes advised?”

“Oh your lap dog has been very helpful.”

“He is a duke, you should address him with his proper title. Perhaps I should speak with him about his teaching methods. It appears he requires a firmer hand–”

“So you don’t do anything yourself, then? You just snap your fingers liked a spoiled little–”

“Careful,” his hand slid down the chair again and you felt another pinch. This time, your lips twitched as his dug his nails in through the fabric, “you should be happy I didn’t come to that hole your mother hid you in and drag you out myself.”

“Ow,” your cheek ticked as you resisted the urge to swat him away, “why don’t you ask Barnes what kind of student I was?”

“I’ve heard it all, trust me,” he retorted, “but I’m a king, I don’t play your games.”

“You’re a f–”

“Language,” he pinched and twisted until you grasped the edge of the table, “we are all very traditional here, some would say old-fashioned in a sense… a wife has a duty to obey.”

“I am not your wife yet–”

“If you had any choice in the matter, you wouldn’t be here right now,” he took another gulp of wine and quickly smiled over the brim as a guest approached, “Countess,” he rose and nudged you with his knuckle. You stood reluctantly and smiled at the redhead, “my lady, you’ve heard as much of my fiancee as any,” he rested his hand on your arm, “this is countess Maximoff, duchess.”

“Your excellency,” the title almost curdled on your tongue, “it’s so nice to meet you.”

“And you! We’re so excited, my husband—” she looked around, “ugh, Victor does lose himself at these things. Anyhow, the kingdom has been so eager to see the king married, since he was a prince and there is quite a titter about your arrival.”

“Oh?” you feigned interest, “how kind, truly, it isn’t… that big a deal. People get married all the time–”

“Yes, but royal weddings are once in a lifetime!” She preened, “I wasn’t around for the previous around, but I think Victor was coherent enough of a child to remember…” she toyed with a golden ring and glanced around, “pardon me, I thought he was with me, I’ll go hunt him down.”

“Right, um, okay,” you said thinly and she shuffled off. Steve sat and cleared his throat. You joined him as embarrassment burned in your cheeks.

“Why don’t you let me do the talking?” He sneered, “good practice for our marriage.”

You swallowed and bit down on another nasty remark. You ignored his taunting gaze and reached for your water, lamenting your surrender as his wine caught your eye. This would be easier with a taste of champagne, tolerable at least.

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“Lady Romanoff,” Barnes’ voice piqued your nerves, “what do you think of our future queen so far?”

He stepped up next to the woman with her crimson locks as you shifted in your heels. Steve loomed beside you as he had much of the afternoon, the brunch slogging by in suffocating pretense. You rolled your eyes, earning another nudge from the king.

“Your highness, I can speak for myself,” you narrowed your eyes.

“It is hard to gauge one’s own work,” he framed you with his fingers as if taking a picture, “I did my best to whip her into shape.”

“Well, I hope you kept the actual whip out of it,” Romanoff snickered, “I believe that would be the right of her betrothed.”

You resisted another derisive sneer as you kept your lips curved in a perfect smile and mustered a crackly chuckle. 

“Let’s hope it isn’t needed,” Steve added wryly.

“I have no reason to disprove, she’s considerably refined considering her tutor,” Romanoff chided.

“Rich coming from you,” Barnes clucked.

“Are we roasting Bucky already?” Another man approached with a mimosa in hand, “I have quite a few in the chamber.”

“Don’t,” Barnes warned and you were almost amused as the tables turned on him. 

“Wilson,” Steve greeted, “you’ve been… elusive.”

“Ah, you know I’ve gotta work the room,” the man winked at you and bowed his head, “duchess.”

“Hello,” you muttered awkwardly.

“Lord Wilson, earl,” Steve filled in for you.

“My lord,” you addressed him properly.

“Don’t worry about remembering my name, I’m sure you’ve forgotten left from right by now,” he kidded.

“Uh, yeah, yes,” you took a deep breath, “a lot of people here.”

“A queen must know her subjects,” Steve reprimanded as he hooked his arm through yours, “excuse us, there is a final matter to be dealt with.”

“Wait, I–”

There was no argument to be had as Steve herded you away. He stopped you away from the clusters of guests and signaled with his other hand above your head. You craned around to follow but had no idea what was going on. 

You winced as his hands explored your dress, fixing it around your figure with tiny tugs. You stilled him with a stammer.

“Hey, what are you doing–” you met his heated snarl and recoiled, “your majesty–”

“Put on a pretty smile for your king,” he instructed as he straightened the pin in your hair, “you’ve been unexpectedly…submissive.”

“Oh, thank you, what a glowing compliment–”

“Don’t push it,” he warned and patted your arm, “and try to play along.”

A servant appeared at his other shoulder as Steve turned to take a glass and fork from the table. He clinked until he had the attention of the room and handed over the cutlery and crystal flute. In its place, he took a deep blue velvet box, hexagon and soft in his long fingers.

“Thank you, everyone, for attending the duchess’ debut and this celebration of our engagement. While this union has been written for many years, it is a relief to finally have her here and to be able to fulfill the promise I made to my father to rule Astrania proudly and with a good queen at my side. I only hope she can fill the shoes my mother left behind.”

The room tittered and you smiled awkwardly, letting the subtle slight roll over you. You didn’t care about these people or what they thought of you. They lived in this bubble of shining chandeliers and overpriced wines. They were all prisoners in this antiquated charade. That thought did not soothe that feeling of constraint that coiled around your neck.

“I made another promise to my mother, who sadly was unable to attend today,” he continued, “but she was able to send this along.” He raised the box, displaying it to the room, “the very same ring…” then pulled open the lid on its hinges, “that my father gifted her upon their own engagement, and his father before him to my grandmother…”

You bit your cheeks and fought to keep from bouncing in your heels. You were never one for being the center of attention and this whole day had been a fiery hot spotlight glaring down on you. 

Steve turned to you as he freed the ring and relinquished it to the waiting servant. He took your hand as he bent his knee and you stiffened as you could do nothing but watch. He knelt and lined up the band with your finger, sliding it up so the large diamond sparkled brightly in the hue. He kissed your knuckles before he stood. You hated how well he played his role.

You struggled not to rip your hand away, not to tear the ring off and throw it in his face. It was humiliating. Even if everyone thought it was real. For weeks, you’d been forced to prostrate yourself, to play along with the script, all for what? This man who was nothing more than a shell, an entitled prick who never had to work for a single thing in his life, all while you were working to be his perfect little doll.

The crowd let out another babble as Steve stepped closer, his arm around you as another camera flashed to capture the moment. You groaned through your tight-lipped smile and felt a jab in your hip.

“Almost there, duchess,” he said under his breath, “don’t think this asshole forgot about earlier.”

[chemical-killjoy]

✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

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Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

[burnin0akleaves]

I promised my friends I'd finish this comic in the summer and I did, even if its inconsistent and messy lmao.

All the context you need is right here but tldr, this is about internalized homophobia, me projecting my feelings of how being on the aro spectrum feels like and wanting to give Will a funny boyfriend.

Under the cut for the full picture without cuts

[remingtonisleithal]

Morning Light

Chapter 3

Remington Leith x female reader

Warnings: vampire stuff? Not heavy gore or anything, just mentions of vampires feeding

Summary: Remington and Y/N meet again

A/N: sorry it took so so long for the next chapter!! Mental health has been failing and both of us have been very busy. This chapter is by me but the fic is a co-written series (check out @cursivetalk!!). this is kind of a filler, but hopefully I'll be writing more often <3 also the image is by the amazing @fedorable-killjoys, thank you!!

“This needs to be fast, I have to meet our fans after the show, thank them for coming,” Remington said, as he guided Y/N backstage to a cement brick corridor. “But I need to talk to you. I need answers.” Remington let go of Y/N’s arm and gently turned her to face him.

“Well, so do I.” Y/N said, in a harsh way, surprising herself and Remington by the bitterness in her voice. 

Remington furrowed his brows, facial expression asking the question without using his voice.

“I don’t-,” she paused for a moment, and huffed. “I don’t remember anything.” She looked away from Remington’s bright eyes, in an attempt to hide what could be seen in her own. “All I know is I was at a ball. And then some time had passed, I don’t know how much, but I woke up in the bed of a kind family who took me in. That’s all I remember. Before all this went down, you were the last thing I remember.” The way Y/N said this was more accusing than statement, causing Remington to raise his eyebrows and defend himself. 

“I’m sorry, are you blaming me? Because all I ever did was try to protect you.” The venom in his voice and protective glare in his eyes proved he was telling the truth. 

A moment of silence. The passion in his voice caused Y/N to wonder if something had happened between them in the time she had lost. 

Remington let out a sharp breath. “And what exactly ‘went down’?” Remington prompted.

“I don’t know. But now I feed. I’m assuming, just like you. Unless there is another way to live centuries without dying that I’m unaware of.”

Remington looked down, and nodded ever so slightly. Ashamed, somehow, despite it not being something he could help. 

“May I ask you something?” Y/N said, quickly before she could lose her nerve.

“Anything,” Remington said, quickly before he could stop himself. 

“I-Do you know anything about what happened to me? It had been… a while, that I don’t remember.”

“Unfortunately I was hoping to ask you where you had been for the last century and a half. I-” I missed you, he thought to himself. But how could he tell a woman he had but one evening with how she stayed in his heart for 166 years? He couldn’t. 

The backstage door flung open and Sebastian strode in. 

“Rem, we have to-” Sebastian stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Y/N. He had spent days looking for the mysterious woman his brother had fallen for, spent years singing songs his brother had written about her. Spent decades trying to block out the memories of that night. 

His face lost all expression as he gazed into Y/N’s eyes. For a second, a memory flashed through her head. A voice. ‘It was you?’. 

Remington looked back and forth. 

“Sebastian, this is Y/N, you might remember her from one of our affairs.” 

“I remember her. And don’t talk 1800s to me, we have well and truly aged past it. Come on, Emerson is facing the fans alone.” 

“OK, gimme a sec,” Remington told his brother, turning around to face Y/N. “Meet me back at this pub, tomorrow night?”

“Ah, yeah, sure! Around 7?” Y/N asked, as Remington got pulled out by Sebastian. 

He was already through the door when Y/N heard him shout “I’ll be here!”

—

Y/N had spent the day on autopilot, mind racing. She didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep. But she didn’t need to, she had enough yesterday to get by (the complications of being undead: you need things to live, food and water and sleep, but nowhere near as much as the living). By the time it was 6 o’clock, Y/N was pacing around her bedroom trying to figure out what to wear. 

It was times like this that she really wished she knew another vampire besides the one she was about to see. You can’t easily ask your best friend “what should I wear to see the guy that I met in the 1800s at a ball and I fell in love with then I became a vampire and didn’t see him in over a century?”. Alas, after enough pacing, she found the perfect outfit. All she needed was a little lipgloss and a lot of courage. 

When she got to the bar it was ten to seven. Enough time to panic, but not enough for a full blown panic attack. Her anxiety would just have to wait. She walked into the burgundy room, warm lights providing enough light to see but not much more, though this meant little to a creature of the night. She spotted Remington’s blonde hair immediately, despite the crowd. He was sitting down, knee-bouncing in the corner booth of the bar, obviously trying to calm himself down. Hey, maybe my anxiety and his will get along, Y/N thought with a wry smile. Remington noticed he was caught, and with a small laugh, he walked over to greet Y/N. 

“Hey,” He said. Y/N temporarily forgot words, instead just blinking at him as he went in for a hug. It was somehow cool and warm all at once, a soothing thrill being in his arms. 

“Uh, hi,” she said with a smile. Wow, nice recovery, Y/n. 

“So,” he said, walking back to where he was seated, “what do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t really know where to start. It’s not every day you meet a vampire that you hadn’t seen in over 150 years,” Y/N murmured, careful with her words. 

“166,” Remington blurted, as Y/N used all the care and there was none left for him. “Uh, it’s been 166 years. Since we met. I, um, did the math.” 

“Well, you already know more than me. Everything before… well, I don’t know. But the years after I was turned, and before, are all a blur.” Y/N replied after a moment, trying to remain cool. “Do you, uh, do you have any idea what happened. Did we meet again or something? Because I feel a very strong connection to you but I’m not sure why.”

“No, unfortunately not, though I would have loved to get to know you more back then.”

Do vampires blush? It was a question Y/N had never pondered, nor needed to until that very moment, when she got her answer. Even the undead can turn red with the right situation and person. 

There was a moment of silence full of discomfort, not because of the company but because of the emotion. Y/N put an end to it. 

“I think I’m ready to order. Are you?” 

“Yes, but only if you’ll let me pay.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips. How many times Remington replayed that imagine in his mind. 

“Ever the gentleman, my lord,” Y/N teased, returning to the lively person she used to be, and as Remington placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her through to the bar, time seemed to slip. 

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[violentdelightsproductions]

Now with a new and updated link - Royals is back!

But every song's like Gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room We don't care

Fire meets gasoline. Tornado meets volcano. Soldier Boy returned from the dead, or at least that's what people think. And his mission is to get back to the people that betrayed him and back to the top. Amanda Harper survived the war. And a deadly escape room. When the two meet the situation is bound to get... Interesting.

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[zackatk]

hi sorry for the inactivity, i'm more active on twitter now and i'm too lazy to post here as well😭 anyways my two favorite ships

[joyjoy-the-troll]

Royal date for soldier part 1/?

Ship comic wintersoldier x whitewolf

[cat-arsenal]

Hold Me Like a Grudge (Gavin x Lasko Royal AU) Ch. 13

Plot?!

Gavin perches on his desk, handing his latest diplomatic letter to Lasko to read over. He watches Lasko's brow furrow with focus, mentally traces the lines around his eyes, his nose, the slight purse of his lips. When Lasko looks up, he carefully turns his longing expression into one of academic interest.

"It sounds great," Lasko tells him, handing back the letter. Gavin grins.

"Not coming on too strong?" he asks. Lasko shakes his head.

"Just strong enough, I think. Dahlian people respond well to directness. Along with previous discussions, this should all but guarantee a meeting with leadership, if not an immediate alliance." Gavin hums, placing the letter in a sleek envelope and sending it on its way, into a puff of pink smoke. Then he fixes sharp eyes on Lasko, head tilted coquettishly.

"Is the same true for you?" Lasko blinks.

"Is...is what true for me?"

"Responding well to directness."

Lasko laughs, nervous and sweet. He looks away, hand running through his hair as he searches for a response. His aura is lovely, embarrassed and excited, and Gavin wants to devour him.

"Um, well, I-I certainly prefer it to subterfuge!"

Aw. Politics.

"So do I," Gavin replies, disappointment hidden with ease. Lasko is happy, and that's plenty. If it's always like this with them, playful and affectionate but not like that, then that's plenty. It's already more wonderful than he thought it could be.

They have dinner in Gavin's room, Gavin stealing bites from Lasko's plate and laughing at Lasko's pleased sighs.

"How is all the food here perfect?" he asks amid a satisfied stretch.

"Magic," Gavin says, wiggling his fingers. Lasko nearly chokes on his drink.

They clean up and settle into Gavin's bed so they can continue the book they'd been reading. Rather, the book Lasko had been reading and Gavin asked him to read aloud so he could listen. Lasko had been thrilled to share it with him--a rare old tome about dragons and dungeons--and while Gavin doesn't completely understand it, Lasko's bright-eyed enthusiasm is more than worth a little confusion.

"Remind me, Precious," he says from his position with his head in Lasko's lap. The nickname never fails to make Lasko blush, and he smirks. "Are these stories fact or fiction?"

"It-it's not totally clear," Lasko says after clearing his throat. "The authors treat it like real, lived experiences, and a lot of the dates match up to actual historic events, but whether or not there were actual dragons and demi-gods in attendance is, uh, debatable. It could just be mythologized, or exaggerated, or something completely made up! The mystery is part of what I like about it."

Gavin hums, closing his eyes and soaking up Lasko's happiness. It's one of those rare moments where his feelings aren't tinged with anything negative, just the joy of his interests, and of sharing them with someone. He realizes belatedly that Lasko has stopped speaking, and cracks open an eye to see Lasko watching him, expression conflicted. Gavin winks.

"See something you like, Lasko?" he teases. Lasko swallows.

"Um. Y-yeah." The admission makes them both pause. Then Lasko scoots away, leaving Gavin staring at the ceiling. He rights himself, sitting up in time to see Lasko stand.

"Don't leave," Gavin blurts.

"I'm not leaving," Lasko says quickly, hands running messily through his hair. "I'm just-just steeling myself." Gavin blinks.

"Steeling yourself for what?" He thinks he has an idea, but tries to tamp down the hope just in case.

"F-for what I...what I've wanted to do for a while now." He turns back around, head ducked, face red, and puts one knee on the bed. "Gavin," he starts, dragging his eyes up to meet the demon's. Emotion swims in his eyes and in his aura, so much fear and affection and hope that it makes Gavin feel dizzy. "Can I, um...can I kiss you?"

"Fuck," Gavin breathes, immeasurably relieved. "I thought you'd never ask."

Lasko laughs a little before leaning in, one hand on Gavin's cheek, and presses the softest kiss to Gavin's lips. It feels like the most delicious explosion, all the months of anticipation culminating in a chaste brush of skin that still makes him shiver. Lasko looks at him, amazed and adoring, and gives him another gentle but lingering kiss. This time, when he pulls away, Gavin follows, not quite meeting him.

"Lasko," he murmurs, "can I kiss you?"

Lasko laughs again, so much joy and relief that there are tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, please."

Gavin draws him closer, kissing him slow and hot and causing a quiet whimper to leave the man. Gavin smirks and leans back, pulling Lasko onto the bed and rolling them so he's partially on top of him, then kissing him all over his face and neck.

"Gavin!" Lasko yelps, shocked by the tone shift. Gavin chuckles, breath ticklish on Lasko's skin, and kisses him a few more times before letting him up and pressing one last little kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Betrayal," Lasko pants, though he's smiling.

[thepenultimateword]

Love Thy Enemy Part Five

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“What did you do?” Pin’s nimble fingers expertly navigated the knot of chain links and hair, freeing strands bit by tedious bit.

“I couldn’t see,” Vorrin defended half-heartedly. He rubbed his hands over and over each other as if he could wipe away the memory of the knife in his hands. Even now, it burned a hole beneath him, stuffed in a slit he'd cut into the front side of the mattress. He tried to make it look as rough and handmade as possible. If anyone happened to see the hole, they may think it another casualty of yesterday's rage, and not suspect him of carrying a weapon.

A weapon. He was carrying, concealing, a weapon.

He'd denied it at first. Tried to explain that there was no way he could keep the knife on him, but the assassin had insisted. A precaution. Maybe something Vorrin would never use. But maybe, just maybe, if he never had another chance at a weapon... It made a dangerous sort of sense.

"You probably tried to yank it out before unbraiding it," Switch said, gathering up the contents of Vorrin's not deflated pillows feather by feather. He probably had 100 little downy fluffs stuffed into the makeshift basket of his tunic.

"I did not," Vorrin said though he honestly didn't remember. The undoing of a hairstyle was a small blip in the overwhelming events of last night. "Why are you gathering those anyways? You could sweep them."

"With the dust?" Switch stared at him incredulously.

"They're being thrown out anyway, aren't they? Wait. You're not about to stuff them back into my pillow are you?"

First, Vorrin wasn't certain he was allowed to have pillows returned just yet. Second, it seemed like an awful lot of unnecessary work when they could easily be replaced with one of the wool ones from the barracks. Surely those were still lying around.

"Not your pillow," Switch affirmed. "I couldn't in good conscience give the royal consort anything that had been on the floor. But there are a number of servers who wouldn't mind a bit of dirt."

Vorrin blinked. "Is that allowed?"He hated out snobbish it sounded out loud and quickly amended, "I mean it's a great idea, but would Empress Callista allow it?"

Switch, and even Pins, looked at him strangely. "The waste and excess always goes to the lower classes. It's the law."

"You mean the scraps?"

"No," Switch said disapprovingly. "Well, yes. The excess."

Vorrin nearly commented that fancy wording did not change the intent, but he stopped as he remembered that King Duras had never done any better. In fact, he taxed the people to buy an excess which he then threw out. He would have flogged a servant for attempting what Switch did now, justifying it as the servant trying to "rise above their station."

"Well. I hope you, or whoever uses them next enjoys them. Personally, they put a crick in my neck."

"Apparently you prefer none at all," Switch snapped then immediately froze, biting his lip savagely as if to latch his mouth shut. The young man habitually scolded like a mother hen, but it had never sounded so directly reproving. So bitter. And from the widening of his eyes, he'd definitely surpassed his station with that jab, and they all knew it.

"You really should be more careful," Pins said much more casually and offhanded, smoothly transferring the attention away from his mortified coworker. He tilted his head sideways to get a better angle at the tangles. "The Empress has a well of patience, but it may not stay full forever."

Good. That was what Vorrin wanted to say. Would have said yesterday. But defiance couldn't be his motive anymore.

"I'll be more careful," he said instead, then wryly, "Couldn't leave you boys unemployed, now, could I? You wouldn't know what to do with yourselves."

"Well, I wouldn't mind passing up this hair job." He leaned in closer, eyes narrowed, frowning deeply. "You really got it tangled--"

A knock interrupted Pins's complaint, quickly followed by the inward swing of the door and the proud clack of boot steps.

The empress surveyed the room, already tidier than last night, courtesy of Switch. Vorrin's neck prickled, the hidden blade suddenly seeming so obvious in its nook. Was she going to search the room? Did she know?

Pins immediately leaped back from Vorrin's hair, speaking a little too loudly. "It is certainly stuck. Forgive me Royal Consort, but I'm not authorized to help."

“No, you may continue." Empress Callista's tone washed over them in a way Vorrin had never heard before. Gentle. Her eyes fixed on Switch, frozen with his shirtful of feathers on the other side of the bed. "Would you be so kind as to find the Royal Consort something to wear?"

"Of course, your majesty." Head down, Switch slunk quickly past her.

Vorrin was glad he'd had the good sense to redress in yesterday's ruined clothing before the empress could arrive, but that didn't change the fact that the air had suddenly become acutely cold as it slipped through the large rip running down his chest. He expected a discomforting comment on the exposure, but instead, the Empress stepped across the room and, taking his bruised hand in hers, met his eyes.

Vorrin tried not to flick his gaze toward the hiding spot, tried not to show deceit in his eyes.

Pins slowly stepped back toward the bed, as if expecting a rebuke any moment. When it didn't come, his fingers returned to the remaining not, moving a little less confidently than they had before.

“I believe I was harsh on you," Empress Callista said, thumb stroking over the purple running up the side of his fist. "I still do not regret my actions in the city, but my treatment of you afterward did not fit the standards of care an empress should have toward her consort. I have not gone about this correctly. I was impatient for peace, and I expected too much of you too quickly. And for this I am sorry."

Vorrin blinked up at her in shock. Several things came to his mind all at once. 'You're right, you haven't gone about anything correctly', 'I wasn't on my best behavior either', 'Do you really expect me to accept an apology from you?', 'So even the great Empress Callista has a heart.'

Instead what came out was, “And Emil’s mother?”

The empress needed no explanation as to who he referred. “Tried and released. And much happier now that she’s seen her son.”

"You let her go?" Vorrin couldn't keep the astoundment from his voice.

"It was a first offense. For many, a night in the dungeons is all it takes to awaken someone to their mortality. Besides, she had a good ally backing her." Empress Callista smiled, a real one, softening the sharp edges of her features and traveling up into her eyes. The amber didn't glint with its usual wolfishness, instead lighting entirely, like rich sunlight. But just as quickly her lips pulled down again, returned to their proud line. "Though she will not get off so lightly a second time."

Vorrin nodded, gluing his eyes to the smooth pink of her nailbeds--how did she fight and still keep them so perfect?--forcing his reply up his throat. "I suppose...I was difficult."

"That's one word for it."

"Erratic?"

"That's another."

"Impertinent? Bull-headed? Psychotic?"

"Look at all those words you know," the empress said, as if praising a child. She caught herself. "I'm sure some of those describe me as well." She squeezed his hand a little tighter, twisting it to interlock fingers. "I'm going to fight for you, Vorrin."

Vorrin shivered at the casual usage of his name. It was usually "General" or something mocking like 'darling' or "love." She had never addressed him so personally.

"This kingdom needs balance. For that I need you. So if it means winning you first, so be it."

"And how do you intend to do that?" He probably should have simply agreed, but he was honestly curious.

"By taking even better care of you. Spending time together. Any meals I can spare. Day trips too if you behave. You may also have access to the armory and training grounds under supervision."

It still felt like the treatment of a pet or maybe a child, but he bit his tongue. He couldn't have asked for a better start into the empress's good graces. He sighed heavily.

"Thank you. I know I've been resistant to this whole thing...but I'll try. " Careful, not too much. "For my people." Better.

"Aren't you cute when you're agreeable."

Vorrin flushed, gritting his teeth. "Don't expect me to like any of it."

Empress Callista released his hand with an aggravatingly disbelieving smirk. "Wouldn't dream of it."

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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 2

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Chicken by @delusionalwriterr

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky Barnes shared a strange relationship with each other and the team was getting tired of it. When a mission goes wrong, will you be forced to admit your feelings for each other or will they remain buried?

2. sweet reverie by @demxters

College!Bucky x Reader

bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.

3. The Time of the Prey by @subwaysurf45 ✨

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 

4. super rich kids by @traitorjoelite

College!Bucky x Reader

kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend’s brother is just the norm on the upper east side.

5. Bring You Home by @sunflowersoldat ✨

Bucky x Reader

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

6. The Colour of Rain by @delaber

Bucky x Reader

On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.

7. All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes ✨

Alpha!King!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

8. Peaches by @noctumbra

DBF!Bucky x Reader

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love. 

9. Sweet Dreams by @abovethesmokestacks ✨

Bucky x Baker!Reader

Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes.

10. Fuck Up The Friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky x Reader College AU

Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

11. A Sweet Old Fashioned Notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader

As the dust settles on the second 'snap' Bucky has been getting to know Brooklyn again. His neighbourhood has changed a lot, but it's changed for you too since you got blipped back. Bucky is still pretty old fashiond at heart, there were things he expected from life, to get married, to have a family. Simple things that seem far away now especially when online dating is so hard. Maybe something more traditional would be good for both of you.

12. Soldier, My Soldier by @cryptidcasanova

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the air. Without these things I am nothing. So now, I must shed blood.” He lulled at the base of your throat. “Sweetheart, come with me.”

13. Homesick at space camp by @atlaese

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

dying on a cold spaceship lightyears away from home wasn't what you expected

14. Spirits in the House by @redgillan

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around.

15. Sugary Sweet by @all1e23

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader

Is it all just sugar or something more? 

16. Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream

Bucky x Reader

When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.

17. Metal Arm and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

18. Scars by @chickenfics ✨

Bucky x Reader Western AU

Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive... 

19. The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky x Agent!Reader Soulmate AU

In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

20. Everybody’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) by @writing-for-marvel

Actor!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you.

21. 27 Dresses by @beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.

22. Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

23. Dangerous Woman by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky x Reader

You know he blames you, but you never thought he’d hate you.

24. Witness Protection by @mymoonagedaydream

Bucky x Reader

You'd only been living in New York for a few weeks when Natasha introduced you to James Barnes, the man who’d change your life forever.

25. Everything’s Better in Westview by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

26. Trying by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a new person. He survived a war with Thanos, finally getting rid of his triggers, and losing his best friend. He didn’t think there was anything else to survive. That is until he meets you in a bookstore and you become something he is scared of losing. An old villain has shown himself and suddenly you are the target of a new ploy to bring the Winter Soldier back.

27. unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie

Bucky x Adult Content Creator!Reader

Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now. After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs. Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

28. ephemeral by @aescapisms

Professor!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

29. Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?

30. The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Bucky x Reader Titanic AU

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

[1000night]

Well…it might be How to train your dragon au

And yes, Bucky and winter soldier are separated.

I will setting they are twins, but I'm not sure winter's name👀👀

As for another Seb's character…I still not sure his name.🤣🤣

[dr3c0mix]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

[andypantsx3]

contents: general bakugou x princess reader; 1.1k, fem reader. lowkey dedicated to the loml @ofmermaidstories even tho there's e2l undertones.

thinking about being a princess forced into a political marriage. your father is ailing and with no sons in his lineage, your country risks dissolution and open war if you do not marry.

already several of the more prominent families are forming factions; those with eligible sons are desperately trying to engineer opportunities for themselves, those without are amassing foot soldiers and weapons.

you cannot stand any of the pompous, greedy, egocentric princelings put forth by the noble families; men who care nothing for the country or its people, men with no thought for policy or justice—men who would gorge themselves on wine and women as the country crumbled at their feet.

even with a husband, there is no guarantee against a coup, not unless your husband is formidable enough to suppress one.

there is only one man you can stomach the thought of assuming the throne, one man with a head for strategy, a sense of duty, and a reputation strong enough to suppress the growing threat of political discord.

you find general bakugou katsuki in his quarters in the small hours of the morning, unable to sleep for your nerves.

"princess," he rasps, opening the door in nothing but his breeches. your face burns as you're confronted with the sight of a man's naked chest, miles of bare skin, golden in the glow of the torch lights.

"general," you say, resolutely raising your eyes to his face. there is no time to dance around the issue. "i need you to marry me."

bakugou's blonde hair is bed-rumpled, his manner sleep-soft, though his gaze is sharp. he watches you for a long moment before answering.

"'s an awful unromantic proposal," he says, an eyebrow raising.

despite his honorability, he's always had a way of grating on your nerves, and he knows it. you can't stop the reflexive scowl that paints your mouth, nor the irritability that seeps into your tone.

"i am being serious," you say, crossing your arms.

bakugou's eyes follow the movement. you are suddenly all too aware that you've marched through the castle halls in nothing but your night rail, too overcome with the thought of what must be done to pay the appropriate attention to your wardrobe.

"what, you lookin' to consummate it now?" he asks, gaze almost burning through the thin cotton of your shift.

your ears go hot. "can you stop being the most obnoxious man on earth for one moment."

bakugou leans an arm against his open door, bicep flexing with the movement. you try valiantly not to notice the way the shadows pool in the divots of his muscle, the way his trousers sit against the plane of his toned stomach.

"if you want me to say yes, you're gonna need to be a little nicer, princess," he says, mouth flicking into an awful little smirk.

"general—bakugou," you hiss. "do you want to watch the country you've spent years defending dissolve into nothing at the hands of these narcissistic, coddled fools?"

"rich words for a princess," bakugou says, his voice nearly a growl in the dim.

you are aware that you are sheltered as a royal. you are aware you are soft and naive. but you are educated, you are strong-willed, and you care. you may not be a son to your father, but you know you know have studied harder than any man on your father's court. you want to do your best for this country.

"do not mock me," you command.

bakugou's scarlet gaze trails over you, hot and liquid in the flickering torchlight.

"no? then what d'you want me to do to you?" he asks.

you fight down the furious flush of humiliation. "i want you," you repeat through gritted teeth, "to marry me."

bakugou's golden eyelashes dip as his gaze slides back over your crossed arms, then lower, all the way down to your bare toes. you feel horribly vulnerable under his scrutiny, even more knowing you are already at his mercy.

"you're serious," he rasps, eyes cutting back to yours.

"unfortunately," you grit out.

that draws another flicker of a smirk out of him. "and y'came running down here at midnight in your little nightdress because you were too scared you'd chicken out, is that it?"

that is absolutely it, and you hate that he knows it.

"will you marry me or not?" you demand, even your nose feeling hot now. "i don't know what my nightdress has to do with the question!"

"your nightdress is gonna have a lot to do with it if i say yes, angel," bakugou says.

you hate him. maybe it's better to just let the country fall to ruin, let some jumped up coalition of families amass power and overwhelm bakugou and his soldiers. with any luck maybe they will stab him.

you'll have to come up with another plan.

"fine," you hiss, turning on your heel. "message received."

but a hot hand closes on your arm before you can take another step, yanking you back to him. you stumble, barely catching yourself before bashing your nose into his chest.

"you know what you're asking for?" bakugou demands, leaning in to look into your face. "you know this wouldn't be easy."

"i know," you say begrudgingly. "but you are the country's best option—my best option. none of the men put forth are acceptable."

"don't like pretty boys, princess?" bakugou asks.

"you're plenty pretty," you bite out before you can think. horror overwhelms you when bakugou's smirk grows wider, a sharp white knife in the dark.

"think i'm pretty huh?" he says, his tone gloating.

"i think that you are awful and maybe i'd rather take my chances with a coup," you growl, trying to pry your arm from his grip.

but bakugou's hold tightens for a moment, and he leans down, close enough that his breath ghosts over the collar of your night rail.

"then if you're sure this is what you want, princess, you can have it," bakugou says. his thumb smoothes over the skin of your arm for just a moment, soft and feather light before he lets you go.

you step out of his reach, skin tingling, face flaming. there's no reason to delay, then. "fine, we're agreed. i'll see you in the morning. we'll announce it then."

you spin on your heel, bakugou's grunt of acceptance following you as turn back down the hall.

"see you in the morning, angel," he drawls, suddenly all agreement.

he may be the general between the two of you, but you know when it's time for a strategic retreat. you ignore his response and flee—your ears burning all the way to your chambers.

[earlgreydream]

His. | Loki x reader smut

I finally the Loki tv show… this does NOT have any spoilers, it’s set on Asgard with a newly appointed king and his coronation gift…

cw: d/s

“Leave any traces of fear in this room.” The command was clear, spoken sharply by a royal attendant.

Your gaze didn’t leave the fragrant water of the bath you knelt in, the attendant taking care to wash every inch of your skin. Other women pulled fluttering silks from a wardrobe, lying it out for you and finding jewelry to match. So much led to this moment, and yet it didn’t seem real — anticipation and anxiety buzzing in your head. You’d been told once already to contain the obvious fear that lingered in your chest, but the daunting task of doing so seemed impossible when your fate was waiting on a silver platter, the moment you left the private chamber you were being bathed in.

“Come, out of the water before your skin wrinkles,” you were hauled to your feet, wrapped in towels and rubbed down by several girls with movements so quick, you were barely left time to react.

Hands massaged your tense limbs, covering them in oils that bloomed with exotic scents, leaving your skin gleaming. At the same time, your hair was fixed, emeralds — his favorite — twisted into the locks and fastening to bare your neck.

“It’s customary to dress her in white,” a handmaiden spoke of you as if you were not there.

“The prince prefers black.” The will of your all-powerful god silenced any protest, everyone moving to do his bidding.

The women fretted — you had to be perfect for him. They prepared you to be presented to the god, as a divine gift to honor the crown prince of Asgard. You were bathed, decorated, and dressed, all to please the god you were gifted to, an expectation that you’d been bred for. It was a great honor to be taken from the hills, to the castle of the gods, to walk amongst the divine, even if it meant your role was to do as your master saw fit, obeying every command. You had come to terms with it, knowing that upon prince Loki’s rise to the throne, you were the sacrifice — the gift — of the kingdom, a promise of good fortune and favor granted in return.

It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.

Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.

“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.

You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.

All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.

“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.

A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.

“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.

He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.

He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.

Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.

“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.

The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.

Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.

Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.

Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.

“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.

You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.

Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.

A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.

He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.

Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.

He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.

“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.

“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.

Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.

Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.

.

Loki watched you sleep.

Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.

The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.

Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.

You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.

“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.

You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.

“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.

He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.

“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.

It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.

You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.

“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.

Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.

“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.

“Only for you, master.”

“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.

The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.

Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.

“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.

Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.

He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.

“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.

Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.

“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.

“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.

“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.

“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”

You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.

“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.

“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.

His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.

“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.

“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.

“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.

The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.

“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”

A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.

“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”

A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.

“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.

You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.

He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.

He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.

“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.

You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.

You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.

“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.

“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”

“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.

The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.

“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”

You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.

He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.

He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.

“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.

You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.

“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.

“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.

“I’m yours, forever,” you whispered, as if reading his mind.