#stucky wedding

[stuckyfingers]

"You may now kiss the groom"

"At long last, I take you to be my husband, to have and to hold as I have always done, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till the end of the line."

Bucky Barnes can't hold back his tears when he leans in to kiss Steve Rogers after stomping the glass. They are pictured laughing into their first kiss as a married couple, under a chuppah and pink flowers.

[artgroves]

For "you're the light, you're the night" by @howdoyousleep3 and D

🖤 💍 🖤

[white-wolf-actually]

@probably-steve Sam is uninvited from the wedding. He keeps trying to convince me to make the color scheme red white & blue, and now he’s got Stark AND Clint AND Thor (i think he just wanted to be included) in on it.

Also, what the hell is a color scheme??

[cinnamoncascadian]

And they lived happily ever after.

Reposted with @nalonzooo’s permission for @rillils’ kissing queue.

Read @crinklefries’ Jane Austen’s Emma AU on AO3:

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

Codename: Pictures

Art: Winx

Words: Gfawkes

It was the eyes that did it. Full of life, excited for the future or lost in the moment. Even when filtered through a camera lens, there was no denying the fact that every single one of the people in the pictures was trapped in the past. Sarah’s eyes, his mother’s eyes. Laughing, proud, crying tears of joy or fraught with sadness. Steve could never replace the gift Clint and Scott had risked the destruction of the universe to bring to him. But he also couldn’t bear to look at them while he was alone. “You creeping on me again, Rogers?" Steve smiled. Bucky's eyes were still closed, his mouth open very slightly, the smallest upturn to his upper lip. His fingers twitched gently, and Steve's heart did that loop-de-loop he should be used to by then. "I'm not creeping," Steve whispered. "I'm looking at my future husband." Bucky was his 'End of the Line.'

~ or, photographs help Steve take the final step. ~ on AO3

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @buckymilf 😍

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖Alpha, Beta (& Omega)

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2817

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, hurt/comfort, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Sentor Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

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8. A Consummation

This Chapter: “You’re allowed to have doubts, fears. I know this isn’t perfect. I know you didn’t want any of this so soon. I’m your husband, your Headship, and I promise I’ll take care of you. Anything I can do to make you happy, I will. I only want for you to be happy.”

“Take your underwear off.”

The command isn’t in Steve’s Voice, but it has a similar effect. Bucky feels that same, pleasant tug in his gut, hooking in behind his belly button and urging him to do as Steve says, to be good for his Headship so that he can hear that low, rumbling sound of approval coming from his chest again. 

Taking a deep breath, Bucky shucks his underwear off, and for the second time ever, he stands before his husband completely naked.

His cock sits heavy and flushed between his legs, and Bucky spares a glance downwards at it before looking back up to Steve. Steve, who’s staring right at him. Bucky blushes and moves to cover himself.

Steve growls, stepping forward and yanking his wrists to the side. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he says. “Not ever.” When Bucky whimpers at his tone, Steve tips his chin up to look at him. “Hey, Buck?”

Bucky sucks his lip in nervously. “Mm?”

“Don’t, okay?” His big hand cups Bucky’s jaw tenderly, eyes roving over his face. “Don’t hide. I love looking at you, and I’ll never hurt you, okay?”

Bucky gulps. He can tell that Steve is trying hard to be open with him, to make him feel better. Bucky doesn’t know if he’ll ever feel entirely comfortable when he’s bared like this in front of Steve, but he can at least be appreciative of his husband’s efforts. “Yeah,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to Steve’s chest. “Okay.”

Steve closes his hands around Bucky’s wrists, over the only remaining item on his naked body: his wedding bands. “I want you to keep these on,” he murmurs, putting their faces close together but not kissing him yet. “Okay?”

Bucky feels a swirl of something deep and confusing in his gut—adjacent to the arousal, but separate. He feels too vulnerable to examine it closer, and he nods and breathes, “Okay,” against Steve’s mouth, hoping he’ll kiss him.

He does, slotting their mouths together and taking his mouth slowly and gently. Bucky hums, enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue, of his big hands pulling at his lower back. When they separate, Bucky’s panting. He reaches for the lapels of Steve’s jacket, trying to push it down over his shoulders. Steve realizes what he’s doing and he smiles and starts helping, shrugging his jacket off and then making quick work of his waistcoat and shirt and all the rest. When he’s fully bared, Bucky feels his face burning. He’d seen Steve on their wedding night, of course, but not like this; not with the lights on and the both of them standing right in front of each other. Bucky tries not to be obvious in his staring, but his eyes are drawn back again and again.

Steve’s body is large and strong and … Fuck, it’s kind of perfect. His broad shoulders contrast with the trim taper of his waist and hips. His chest is so incredibly muscled, smooth and firm-looking. Bucky has to curl his hands into fists to keep himself from reaching out and placing his palms right over him. His eyes go lower. The hair that starts just beneath Steve’s navel leads down in a trail to his cock, where there’s more hair and … wow.

Steve is hard, his length hanging thickly between his legs, the loose skin of his knot swollen but not entirely-filled yet, and the heavy weight of his balls resting just behind. He’s clearly aroused, the pink head of his cock peeking out at the tip all shiny with precum. And god, but it makes Bucky’s belly flip to see it. He’s never had the urge to get on his knees for someone before, but he feels it now. It makes him blush, the way he responds to it. Between his own legs, he gets a little bit harder.

“Bucky?”

His eyes fly up in surprise at hearing Steve’s voice, he’d been so lost in his thoughts. He swallows down the embarrassment he feels enough to say, “Hm?”

“Are you okay?” Steve asks. He’s looking at Bucky gently, as if ready to be concerned if needed. He comes forward and pulls him into his arms, cradles the back of his head to encourage him to lay his cheek against his chest. Bucky does so with a huge puff of breath, and Steve hums. “You nervous?”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah. I guess.”

Steve strokes his hair. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, that night?”

Bucky makes a despondent sound between his teeth, but he doesn’t pull away. He likes being able to hide his face against Steve’s body. “Didn’t matter,” he mumbles. “Everybody expects us to be pure anyways.” Not so much betas as omegas, but it’s still quite standard for alphas in Society to expect their spouses to come into their marriages untouched.

“Bucky.” Steve’s voice is unhappy. “I wouldn’tve cared either way, but you should have said something. What if I’d hurt you? What if I’d—” he cuts himself off, then says quietly, “Your first time should be special.”

Bucky grits his teeth. He wishes Steve wouldn’t keep talking about this. Between his legs, he's getting soft. “Doesn’t matter,” he repeats. “Wasn’t like I didn’t want to have sex. I did. My being a virgin, well … let’s just say it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

Steve stills in his petting. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bucky shrugs. “I mean you’ve seen it, now. Nobody wants that.”

“What?”

“I tried twice. Soon as the clothes came off, anybody who had interest would run.” Bucky feels like dirt as he admits it, but it���s not as if he doesn’t know that the wreckage of his body is god-awful. “And then you walked in on the third time, before it could get that far.”

“Bucky,”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, with you,” he says. “I just wanted to get it over with.” Steve’s scent sours and a growl of discontent rumbles in his chest. Bucky pulls back to look at him warily. “Are you … mad?”

Steve shakes his head. "I'm sad, Bucky. Sex isn’t something you should ever want to ‘get over with’.” He runs his hands up and down the skin of his back. “Your body isn’t ugly to me, and I wish I’d known you were thinking these things before I slept with you the other night.”

Oh, that makes Bucky’s heart warm a little bit. The way Steve looks at him … the way he talks to him sometimes … it’s nice. “S’okay,” he murmurs, not sure what else to say. Tentatively, he leans in and places a kiss to Steve’s mouth. This is something, at least, that he can do. He wraps his arms around Steve’s neck and moans encouragingly when Steve tugs him closer by the hips. When he’s finally brave enough to swipe out with his tongue, Steve lets him right in.

Steve hums when they part, hooded eyes slowly opening to meet Bucky’s. “You want to get on the bed, Sweetheart?”

That tug of annoyance that comes at Steve’s usage of the pet name is much, much less than it’d been on their wedding night. Bucky doesn’t say anything about how odd he finds the endearment, he just nods and goes to climb up on the stateroom’s tiny bed. He becomes aware of his nudity all over again as he moves, as if he’s just taken his clothes off and Steve’s eyes are burning into him the whole time, so he’s relieved when the alpha joins him on the bed and sidles up close. Bucky parts his legs in invitation, and Steve comes to settle in the cradle of his hips. Bucky swallows as he looks up at Steve’s face, feels his erection pressing against his belly and sees the desire in his eyes. It’s crazy, he thinks, how much of a difference being naked and a few feet closer makes; how he can smell Steve’s arousal. “Are you gonna,” he breathes, not knowing how to phrase the question without mortifying himself. He blushes and avert his eyes. “Are you gonna … be inside me?” He says those last words so silently, it’s a wonder Steve hears him at all.

Steve dips down and starts kissing his jaw, his neck. “Yes, Buck,” he says. His hips are moving in little pulses, rubbing his cock against Bucky’s stomach. Bucky isn’t even sure if he’s aware that he’s doing it. “If you’ll let me. Only if you want to.” He comes back up and kisses Bucky on the mouth. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Bucky feels some of his trepidation slide away at Steve’s words. He doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to. Steve is a kind Headship. Even when it’s his right to demand anything he’d like of Bucky, he’s giving him the choice. Bucky’s heart warms and his body relaxes. “Oh,” he sighs, letting his eyes slip closed as Steve goes back to kissing at his neck. He gasps when Steve’s hand envelops his erection, shocked, and the next thing he knows Steve is stroking him off. His lips part in a quiet moan at how good it feels. “Oh, oh, uhn …” Small, breathy noises of pleasure leave him without his permission. Steve seems to like it, if his answering groans are anything to go by. Bucky can feel where Steve’s thick cock is grinding in against his hip. He glances down between their bodies to see it, guts swooping in pleasure at the size of it, flushed red and right next to Bucky’s smaller cock in Steve’s hand. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky whispers, thrusting up into Steve’s hand and bringing his knees up to cradle his hips.

“That’s it,” Steve says encouragingly, rumbling deep in his chest, and it hits Bucky hard, how much he likes that.

“Alpha,” he gasps before he even realizes what he’s saying. “I—please.” He doesn’t want him to stop. He wants him closer, heavier, more. His eyes fly open. “Steve …”

“What is it Sweetheart?” Steve’s hand stops stroking, and Bucky whines in displeasure.

He squirms underneath him, pushing his hips up against Steve and gasping, “I–I want to, I do. I want you to.” It feels like a surrender to say it out loud, but Steve smiles at him and tells him okay, and that he’s good and gorgeous, and Bucky’s embarrassment falls away. Steve gets lubricant and uses it to slick his fingers before he eases them inside Bucky, and it’s something new, completely foreign and not entirely pleasurable. But Bucky bites his lip and forces himself to remain calm as his Alpha slowly rocks one finger, and then two into him. When they curl and touch something good, the pleasure spikes in Bucky’s gut and he cries out louder than before. He humps down on the fingers Steve’s got inside of him, eyes widening in surprise. “Oh!”

“Feel good?”

He nods tightly. “Y-yeah.” He’s heard enough bawdy stories from boys at school to know what Steve must be touching, but he’d never thought … “Never thought it could feel this good,” he breathes.

Steve hums, pleased. He thrusts his fingers harder, curling purposefully over that spot. “I told you Buck, I’ll always make you feel good.” He kisses him. “I promise.” When he puts the head of his cock against Bucky’s hole and starts to push in, Bucky gasps at the pain and holds on to that promise like a lifeline. “Shh,” Steve soothes him, sliding in slowly and then holding still. He parts Bucky’s lips with his own and distracts him, dipping in with his tongue and then coaxing Bucky out to do the same. After a few moments of their mouths tangling hotly, Bucky has relaxed. Steve smiles and noses at his cheek. “See? You’re okay.” He rolls his hips just the tiniest bit, and Bucky is shocked at the way it feels: not pain but—

“Ohmygod,” he gasps. “Oh, Steve.”

Steve grunts and sits back on his heels. He pushes Bucky’s legs towards his chest and thrusts in again, only this time it’s even better and Bucky cries out sharply. Steve grins and starts rolling his hips in that same way, creating a steady rhythm that makes the coil of pleasure at the base of Bucky’s spine grow tighter and tighter. He grunts and gasps as Steve fucks him, forgetting to be embarrassed of his body or the sounds he’s making. He grips onto the backs of Steve’s arms and wraps his legs around his waist to urge him on and make him go harder, deeper. All the while he stares up at the alpha, gasping “please, please,” and watching the unbearably arousing sight of his husband getting off inside his body. 

When Steve gets close, he starts to lose his rhythm. His breathing gets louder and he suddenly reaches down to grab Bucky’s cock, jerking him off frantically to get him to come. It doesn’t take but a few seconds. Bucky was already close to begin with, and Steve’s big hand squeezing hard over his length is more than enough to push him over the edge. He shouts as he comes, spilling over Steve’s hand and onto his stomach. Steve works him through it, then abandons his cock to chase his own pleasure. He ruts into Bucky harder for a few moments, and then he’s coming. He stays buried but knots outside: Bucky can feel his hand reaching down to squeeze himself rhythmically, like an omega’s body would do. Perhaps that would make Bucky burn with embarrassment and shame, that he couldn’t give that to Steve, except for the fact that Steve also stuffs his face in Bucky’s neck and bites him there, kissing and scraping his teeth and panting out little ‘thankyou, thankyou’s every chance he gets. As if Bucky's given him a gift.

He continues rocking their bodies together for a long time after he’s come, only stopping when his cock finally softens and slips out. Bucky inhales sharply at the feeling of sudden emptiness, and then the feeling of Steve’s seed as it starts to trickle out of his ass. He doesn’t have too much time to dwell on it, however, because soon Steve is shifting them around, lying on his back and pulling Bucky up against his side, encouraging him to lay his head on his chest. After a brief moment of hesitation, Bucky fully relaxes into it. And it feels nice to be cradled up against Steve’s warm, strong body, the smell of sex and satiation all around them.

“You’re so beautiful, Bucky,” Steve tells him, nuzzling down against his hair. “So sexy. Thank you. Thank you for letting me have you.”

Bucky manages to mumble something appreciative, but he keeps quiet after that, hiding his face against Steve’s chest and feigning sleep. He can’t say it, but he also can’t help but privately admit that he likes the way that Steve’s praise makes him feel. He’s never been looked at like this, has never been touched like Steve’s just touched him. After a long while has passed and he’s pretty sure that Steve has drifted off, he dares to whisper, “I never thought I’d do this. Not this soon. I’m only eighteen. And I …” He doesn’t say the last things he’s thinking of, and he’s glad he doesn’t when, after a moment goes by, Steve’s arm that’s around his waist tightens in a squeeze. Bucky gasps, cheeks burning at the realization that Steve’s heard him. “I—”

“It’s okay, Buck,” he says. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to have doubts, fears. I know this isn’t perfect. I know you didn’t want any of this so soon.” He strokes his back soothingly. “I’m your husband, your Headship, and I promise I’ll take care of you. Anything I can do to make you happy, I will. I want you to be happy.”

Bucky feels like he’s holding his breath as Steve speaks to him. The ‘Headship’ part rankles his nerves, but the sated feeling in his body and the memory of the pleasure Steve has just given him—when he made love to him, because that’s all it can be called—keeps him from saying anything disagreeable. Instead he just sighs against the skin of Steve’s chest and closes his eyes. He thinks about how he at least has a husband who wants to try and please him. … And who’s handsome, and really good in the bedroom. 

Bucky’s lips quirk as he thinks of that, and he murmurs out a soft, “Night, Steve,” as he closes his eyes, his wristband pressing up against Steve’s chest where his hand lies.

Steve’s kiss to the top of his head is barely felt. “Goodnight Bucky,” he whispers. His voice is quiet, but fond.

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Chapter 32

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU WENT LOOKING FOR YOUR MOTHER as the dinner came to a close. The wedding cake would be up soon and then the garter and flower toss which you were sure would embarrass Elizabeth greatly.

Your mother was with your father, and you heard their shouting before you saw them. They had closed themselves off in their bedroom so that the guests did not hear they were arguing.

"The farm was Y/N's!" your mother shrieked. You could tell she had been crying. "You are taking everything away from her!"

"No, I am not." Your father said, trying to keep his calm. "Y/N does not want the farm, she does not like the farm. Both of our daughters will be happier this way. Y/N will not have to keep the farm and Elizabeth will."

"Y/N was going to sell the farm you idiot!" Your mother shouted.

"I know." Your father said calmly. "Another reason I gave the farm to Elizabeth. This farm has been in our family for eight generations. There was no way I was going to let this farm be sold. And Y/N no longer needs any money she could have gotten from this farm. She's married to a billionaire, or did you forget?"

"You also took away her chance to get married first." Your mother snarled. "Do you not understand how the first child is supposed to work?"

"Why should Elizabeth always be put second?" Your father snapped. "Why? What's the point?"

"It's the way this world works." Your mother said. "I was a first child and I was always put first, the way that Y/N should always have been put first!"

"And I was born third." Your father said coolly. "And I know exactly how Elizabeth feels. You would never understand. You would never understand how it is to be second, to be looked at last, to be observed last, chosen last. I refuse to let our daughter go through that as well. That's why I fought it when she was growing up. And I cannot believe you are doing this on her wedding night!"

"It shouldn't be her wedding night." your mother sniffed. "It should be Y/N's."

"Well her wedding will be coming up very soon." Your father sighed. "So I don't know why it matters."

"Poli-"

"If you talk about how Polite Society will look down on us one more time I'm going to blow a fuse." Your father snapped. "Polite society hasn't done a damn thing for us, how many times to do I have to tell you? Politicians look down on farmers, you know how many times they've tried to take this farm from our family? You think we're poor? That's because they keep taxing us every cent that we make to try and get us to sell our farm! There's your polite society."

"I knew you should have gone and worked in the factory when you had the chance." Your mother sighed.

"Why should I give in? Why?" Your father snapped. "This is my father's father's father's father's farm. Eight generations. The Government has no right to take it from us!"

"But Y/F/N," Your mother sounded desperate. "I've gotten an amazing contract from this company. They'll pay us thirty million for the land!"

"Thirty million?" Your father sounded incredulous. "Only thirty million for eighty acres of land? You've got to be kidding me. What company?"

"TYPHON." Your mother said and your heart leapt in your chest.

"Absolutely not." Your father snapped. "That is not a company we'll be taking money from. They kidnapped and tortured Elizabeth."

Your mother was silent for a moment and then said, "I know. I told them where to find her."

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"Y/N, WHAT'S WRONG?" LOKI CAUGHT your arm as you rushed through the crowd. You felt sick and you had no idea who you were looking for. You had no idea if you wanted to tell Fury or not. And on Elizabeth's wedding night?

You bit your bottom lip, eyes darting around the crowd. "I- my mother. . . Come with me."

You dragged Loki far away from the party, deep into the woods. You were shivering as a cold wind started to blow and Loki took his dress jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

"Talk to me Y/N. I can't entirely read minds like Wanda." Loki said and looked back to the tent. "Should I go and get her?"

You shook your head. "No. I don't even know if I want to tell you. Not now. Not on Elizabeth's wedding night. I cannot ruin it. Please, you must ask me later. But I do want to tell you this much: it's about TYPHON."

"Are they here?" Loki asked, straightening up immediately, a dagger created from nothing in his hand.

"No." You shook your head, though you weren't sure if your mother was or not. Nor were you sure why TYPHON wanted to buy the farm. "I can't tell you all of it, because you'll freak and I can't have you freaking tonight. Not when you're supposed to be with Elizabeth. But for some reason, TYPHON wants to buy this farm. I'll tell Fury all the details when you go on honeymoon."

Loki hesitated and then dipped his head. "Fine. But I will want every detail when we get back."

You nodded. "I'll tell you. I promise."

Loki held his arm out. "Now, let's go back and enjoy the party."

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STEVE HAD GONE TO GET SAM AND BUCKY drinks so the two of them were sitting by themselves at one of the tables. Sam had handed Bucky back the jacket and Bucky was being quiet. One hand was under the table and Sam knew that his hand was in his pocket.

"Why'd you keep it?" Sam finally asked and Bucky looked up at him. "The figurine that she made you. Why'd you keep it?"

Bucky sighed. "I like it."

"I know Steve didn't keep his." Sam responded.

Bucky hesitated and then said softly. "Actually, he did."

"What?" Sam was shocked.

Bucky's eyes flickered to where Steve was still getting drinks. "Look, Sam-"

"You want her." Sam demanded. "I know you do. I've seen the way you looked at her. Why are you ignoring her?"

Bucky shook his head. "Can we not talk about it?"

"Why?"

Bucky sighed, "Look, it's just about something that Steve thinks, okay? Now can we drop it?"

Sam didn't want to drop it at all, but he watched Bucky clammed up, putting both hands on the table as Steve came over, handing drinks to them.

"Thanks Stevie." Bucky said, giving him a strained smile which Steve missed as he turned to give Sam his drink.

"Thanks Steve." Sam said softly, taking a huge sip. He'd make Bucky crack. He just needed to get him away from Steve.

"Hey buddy, we're heading out." Tony said, coming over and clapping him on the shoulder.

"You're sober." Steve noticed and Tony grinned.

"Well, I need to be sober tonight." Tony said, "You know the bonding and all of that." His smile slipped off his face a little. "Actually, I've sworn off drinking. I refuse to let a repeat of the club happen."

Steve stiffened a little and Sam stood. He hugged Steve first, "I'll see you guys when I get back."

"Don't have to much fun without us." Steve said, hugging him back tightly.

"I'll try." Sam said, hugging Bucky next. He looked at Bucky as he hugged him and then kissed him roughly. "Love you Buck."

"I love you too." Bucky murmured, kissing his jawline. "Now go have some fun."

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ELIZABETH WAS NERVOUS. SHE WAS wearing a light blue dress for the honeymoon. Tony would normally have booked a flight, but Stephen simply portaled them to the hotel in the Bahamas. She waited patiently as they checked in and she found that they were actually staying in a separate, rather expensive villa right by the ocean side.

"Come on sweetheart." Tony said as they filed out of the hotel, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She thought she was going to throw up.

These were all men who already had sexual experiences. And she knew absolutely nothing and had zero experience.

Tony and Stephen chatted easily with each other. She could sense that the two of them were happy and carefree. But she sensed something different from the other three. Loki was deep in a serious conversation with Hogun about something, which she couldn't hear. Sam looked lost in thought as well.

Her stomach turned again.

She yelped in surprise as Tony scooped her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold of the Villa. Once inside, the outdoors noises quieted a little and they all turned to her.

"How do you want to do this sweetheart?" Tony asked gently.

She blinked and then looked at Loki, "Is something wrong? You seem. . . distracted."

Loki winced a little and then after a slight hesitation admitted, "There might've been a new development with TYPHON."

"What?" Elizabeth and Sam asked.

Elizabeth was surprised. She'd though Sam was in deep thought over the same thing.

"When?" Tony asked, frowning.

"At the wedding." Loki shrugged. "Fury said he'd take care of it though, so we don't have to worry about it."

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth bit her bottom lip. "If there's danger-"

Loki shook his head. "There's no danger. It's more related to your actual farm than yourself. Or your family. Well, we've always said TYPHON had spreading branches. Y/N overheard your parents talking and your mother said TYPHON wanted to buy the farm. That's all. But it isn't necessarily because of you that they want the farm. They buy up properties everywhere. Y/N just wanted Fury to look into it to keep you safe."

"Oh." Elizabeth murmured, blushing, "Okay."

"So." Stephen asked softly. "How do you want us?"

Elizabeth blushed deeper, eyes flickering between everyone. "Can we all just. . . together and like, I don't know. . . see how it goes?"

"Sure." Hogun said softly, kissing her temple. "C'mon, leave your bags here."

Elizabeth blindly followed Hogun up the stairs, clutching her hand in his. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, but she was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering.

Or maybe she was just cold.

Oh wait- she couldn't get cold.

"Relax." Hogun whispered in her ear, which did nothing to help her relax as it sent goosebumps down her spine.

Elizabeth closed her eyes as the others moved around her. She relaxed and then she made the first move.

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ELIZABETH WAS STILL WEARING HER  wedding dress as she approached you. The sky was either a blinding white or a deep red, it didn't seem to be able to make up its mind.

The wedding dress was slightly different from what she'd actually worn. It was still white, but the design in the front was different. Instead of the two curves meeting in the middle, there were birds stitched into the silk fabric. And it wasn't as long, seeming to be ripped along the bottom, the edges black with dirt.

"Hello big sister." Her voice was pleasant and the sun shone through the clearing. Her brown hair was down, swirling around her in a way that should have been messy, but instead was flattering. She looked like either a goddess descended from the Heavens, or a devil risen from Hell.

"Elizabeth." You whispered back and went to step backwards, before you found that you were standing on the edge of the cliff. The Cliff.

"Did you come here to think?" Elizabeth asked softly. "I come here to think. I like to think about that time period, you see. I was just a little girl Y/N and you were so jealous."

"It was an accident." You whispered. "I never meant-"

"Lies." Elizabeth hissed, her eyes darkening into black tunnels. "Your mind was fueled with your mother's poisonous words. A mother that clearly wants me dead too. You're the little prize, just a trophy Y/N. A trophy for mother. Glorious Y/N, precious Y/N, perfect Y/N, beautiful Y/N. Ensnares all the soulmates so that they abandon the little stupid ugly sister. Well, imagine if you didn't exist."

"I never meant for them to not accept you." You whispered. "It's not like I told them to be cruel to you."

"But you stayed with them." Elizabeth pointed out, reverting back to an angelic phase.

"Of course I stayed with them!" You replied hotly. "They're mine."

You froze on your words. Steve and Bucky were not yours. Not really. They were supposed to be both yours and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth laughed and it sounded like a beautiful bird song. "You're completely right. They're yours. All yours Y/N."

And then she pushed you off the cliff. You screamed, your body twisting over so that you could see the crumpled, dead figures of Steve and Bucky at the bottom of the cliff.

"Y/N!"

Steve's voice jolted you straight out of bed and Bucky caught you with his hands. Both of them looked worried and you sunk into Bucky.

"It's okay doll." Bucky murmured, hugging you to him.

"Y/N," Steve's voice was soft, but also firm. "Look at me."

You looked at him and saw the serious caring face he was wearing. "It was just a nightmare." You croaked out.

"I know." Steve murmured, pulling you into his arms as well. "But I need you to look at me and tell me the truth."

"Okay?" You questioned, your heartbeat speeding up again. Had something happened?

"Are you scared of your sister?" Steve asked seriously.

You blinked, heart rate slowing down with the confusion you were feeling now. "Elizabeth? No, I'm not scared of her?"

"Y/N, you were shouting for her to stop in your sleep." Steve said gently. "You don't have to protect her just because she's your sister. If you're scared of her, if she's hurt you or if you're scared of her hurting you, we can take care of it."

You were flabbergasted and also guilty. The nightmares weren't from Elizabeth ever hurting you. They were a manifestation of your fears about something you'd done to her and were afraid of revenge for so long. But Elizabeth being Elizabeth had simply forgiven you with zero repercussions.

"She's never hurt me in my entire life." You explained.

"Clint said these dreams have been going on for a while though." Steve said with a frown. "Please Y/N, don't lie to me."

"I'm not!" You protested, shrugging out of his arms so that you could look at him better. "I would swear on a stack of Bibles Steve, she's never hurt me. I mean, besides our sword fights we had when we were kids, but that's it."

Steve looked uncertain, but he was clearly going to drop the conversation. He sighed and then nodded, "Alright."

You wished you could explain everything, but you didn't want them to look at you differently. It had happened when you were ten years old, there was no reason to bring it up now.

Or ever.

⬅️➡️

[ricketybonez]

4 years ago today i overheard the coolest motherfucker in my dorm tell our RA they were born in washington and went Oh, My Conversation Now :)!

[buckybarnesfanfic]

Our Wedding Song

Summary

Y/n and Bucky have a special song in their mind for their dream wedding but what is the whole story behind it.

https://youtu.be/bUjqWVUeyJQ

F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Your wedding was amazing. Just how you have dreamed it, with the love of your life standing next to you. Your now hysband Bucky Barnes. You were enjoying yourselves at the reception now when a little voice got your attention.

- Auntie?

- Yes sweetheart,  you say kneeling down to her level.

- Why did you play that song when you were walking down the aisle.

She asked with thoose sweet inocent eyes, bringing curiosity and attention from others. So you pull her her to your lap and looked at your husband who was sitting next to you sharing a kiss and smiling.

- Well darling it has a special meaning for us.

- Why?

- Okay lets tell a little story..

*Throwback* 

So the song ‘’ a thousand years’’ is mine and Bucky’s song. Why you may ask?

A very simple answer is because our love lasted through many difficulties and stayed strong for many years that we were apart.See we were together in the 1940s and when Bucky was drafted my heart almost shattered. I wanted to help too in the war so when Steve got the opportunity to go to the army for that special expiriment i convinced him to take me with him as i was a register nurse so my help would be much needed. Everything was good until one night there was an attack in our base and i was kidnapped from some people that later on i found out that it was HYDRA. They wanted me as a nurse but i didnt comply so their next plan for me was to turn me in an asset. So they used the supersoldier serum trying to make me their dream soldier. After many tries they succed and put me to use very quickly immidietly after my combat training was done. After many solo missions and a lot of years in the cryofrezzer i was partnered with the Winter Soldier and luckily for us they didn;t knew that we we knew each other or that we were together in the past and in love.Well at first we didn’t either, ut in time we slowly remembered each other. Little by little everyday a new memmory would pop in our minds confusing us as to what is happening and why we feel this way. It was scary yes, but it was worth it because we found each other again. That was what woke both of us. Our love was stronger than all the brainwashingand torture. Sure we were different now but some things never change. While we were pretending our roles to be safe and unoticed we cared for one another deeply. Always having eachother backs and checking in in silent. In all that chaos and darkness in the end of the day we knew we were together. So after a lot of hidding and planning we finally got out together when the whole incident in DC happened. And from then the rest is history. We bulded a new life, a new chapter. We lived peacefully and tried our best to help each other with the aftermath. Bucky was working in constraction and me as a nurse in the local hospital. Now to where i found our song...

I heard it one time we were at a bookshop and i immidietly fell in love with it. The lyrics just spoke to my heart and every word of it was a memmory of us. It explained and described exactly our life , the strugles we went through and how our love lasted through everything.  From there it stuck in our hearts and we decided it was the perfect time now to play it. In our most important ans special day. 

- End of story everyone. Now you all know how it happened and why this song is so important to us. I said closing the little throwback smiling at the thoughts of that. A soft hand got me out of my trance making me turn. 

- Would you like to dance my sweet lady?   Bucky was asking extending his hand to you looking sa handsome as ever.

- It would be my pleasure.

You both stand up to go to the dance floor. As you were ready to dance to a slow waltz the song changes to your favorite one. Your suprised but when you look at the Dj you see your niece standing smiling sending you many little kisses. Oh she is a sweet one you thought sending her a kiss and looking back at Bucky ready to dance . You swirl in the dance floor swaying in slow motion feeling like there is noone else in the room, when you feel Bucky’s lips melt in yours. When you part you have a huge smile on your face mimicing the one on your husbands face.

- I love you Mr. Barnes.

- I love you too Mrs. Barnes.

This is our best day of our life.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

so bucky and nat totally do the lindy hop at steve and bucky's wedding, right?

[angelicalslayer]

Don’t interrupt a bride on her wedding day

Submission for @stuckybingo​ square: “Oblivious to Lovers”

Wedding days should be filled with kisses and declarations of undying love. Just not to the bride when you aren't getting married to her.

Or: Steve confesses his love to his long-time best friend, but ends up finding it a different way than he expected.

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Pairing: Steve Roger / Bucky Barnes, One sided Steve/Peggy

Rating: Teen

Words: 2k

[white-wolf-actually]

I'm really glad Steve's not on here cause' I need some help

I can't decide and I really want him to like it.

[cinnamoncascadian]

Chapter two of @nalonzooo’s interpretation of @rohkeutta’s x-mas ornament fairy tale. I am dying of pure joy!

[bonky-bornes]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Riley/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, George Barnes (Marvel), Winifred Barnes, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Jacques Dernier, Gabe Jones, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: they're soulmates your honor, Wedding, Fluff, Light Angst, irish handfasting, lots of fluff, shoes play an important role, Becca is a good sister, George Barnes is a good dad, Joseph Rogers is a dick, Mentions of past abuse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Series: Part 7 of College Boys Summary:

“Let’s go get married, Buck.” “Let’s get married, baby.”

Or, the one where they get married and throw shoes at people

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

Codename: Pictures

Art: Winx

Words: Gfawkes

It was the eyes that did it. Full of life, excited for the future or lost in the moment. Even when filtered through a camera lens, there was no denying the fact that every single one of the people in the pictures was trapped in the past. Sarah’s eyes, his mother’s eyes. Laughing, proud, crying tears of joy or fraught with sadness. Steve could never replace the gift Clint and Scott had risked the destruction of the universe to bring to him. But he also couldn’t bear to look at them while he was alone. “You creeping on me again, Rogers?" Steve smiled. Bucky's eyes were still closed, his mouth open very slightly, the smallest upturn to his upper lip. His fingers twitched gently, and Steve's heart did that loop-de-loop he should be used to by then. "I'm not creeping," Steve whispered. "I'm looking at my future husband." Bucky was his 'End of the Line.'

~ or, photographs help Steve take the final step. ~ on AO3

[sinematically]

Watching Marry Me (2022) and I will turn this into a Stucky fic as well yes sirr