Rating/Warnings: 18+ for canon-typical violence, swearing, severe mental health issues, mentions of rape/non-con and past abuse, and sexual content.
Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, eventual happy ending.
Series Summary
You are not a saint. You are not a hero. Youâre barely even a living person, because living people have lives that extended beyond work and their apartment. But youâre not quite nobody, either. Youâre too much, and not enough, and just in the shadows with a prayer to be saved that isn't genuine and secrets that mean nothing.
They shouldâve meant nothing.
Yet here you are. In more danger than usual, being threatened by Hydra without knowing why, and being assigned a security detail you donât want by Captain America.
Bucky Barnes is good at his job. Youâre not going to die.
But you might end up strangling him before Hydra gets to either of you.
Author's Note
This story is a non-canon compliant, taking place after the Falcon and the Winter Solider and diverging entirely from the canon universe. This means two things:
1) Any movies or TV shows released after No Way Home didn't happen in this universe, and that will become more and more relevant as we go on.
2) We're playing a little fast and loose with Marvel lore because there's so much of it, and I'm trying my best but I've also added a few thing for the sake of this story, so if you have questions, please ask!
I hope you enjoy the story!
Chapter List
Chapter 1 - I Can't Get Clean
Chapter 2 - Hell to Raise
Chapter 3 - Burning in the Lava
Chapter 4 - Too Much Green
Chapter 5 - Know Who You Are
Chapter 6 - It Rises Fast
Chapter 7 - Have You Noticed
Chapter 8 - What I Can't Have
Chapter 9 - All I've Learned
Chapter 10 - Always On My Mind
Chapter 11 - Twice the Heart
Chapter 12 - You Can Take All the Pain
Chapter 13 - I Can Take You Higher
Chapter 14 - Inside and Out
Chapter 15 - Wait for It
Chapter 16 - Till A Star Breaks Through
Chapter 17 - Through the Thunder
Chapter 18 - Don't Let It Out
Chapter 19 - Trapped In The Light
Chapter 20 - Things Are Better
Chapter 21 - Until I Smile At You
Chapter 22 - Everyone Pulls Away
Chapter 23 - Want to Need You
Chapter 24 - Just For Me
Chapter 25 - I'm the Same, I'm Trying to Change
Chapter 26 - If Your Love Is In Trouble
Chapter 27 - A Single Sound
Chapter 28 - Lights Go Out
Chapter 29 - Lights Passing
Chapter 30 - Here You Are
Chapter 31 - All My Ugly
Chapter 32 - With Your Fists For Once
Chapter 33 - Give No Love
Chapter 34 - All That I Wanna Be
Chapter 35 - Once I Was Blind
Chapter 36 - Make The Best
Chapter 37 - I'm Just Fine
Chapter 38 - If I Don't Get Some Shelter
Chapter 39 - Bigger Than The Sky
Chapter 40 - The Beat Of Your Heart
Chapter 41 - I Don't Need To Wonder
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description: bucky's campaign is going smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go for someone who technically was a former assassin. but the real crime is bucky standing in front of you and looking so good, when you couldn't get your hands on him yet.
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, sex in a limo, brat/brat tamer dynamics, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, bucky is a bit mean at times, squirting mentioned, aftercare, bucky calls reader doll and sweetheart a lot, pre established relationship, swearing
word count: 5.9k
a/n: it took me so long to post this that she released morning dew (donk) lmao, divder from @strangergraphics and pictures from pinterest. any spelling/grammar errors are unfortunately my own because i can't stop writing at 2 in the morning
When Bucky rolled over in bed one night and told you that he wanted to run for Congress, you'd laughed in his face; because there was no way that he was being serious. Where had he gotten such an idea as that one? The two of you weren't exactly favored by the government.
"That's exactly why I want to do it, doll. The government hasn't exactly been kind to people like me and you, and I think I could help future people in our positions. You know, from the inside." Bucky rambles, pulling you closer. He was rambling, and when he was rambling it meant he was nervous and doubting himself.
"Hey, if this is really want you want to do, then let's do it. You know that I'll support you through anything, right?" The words come out soft and reassuring as you lace your fingers together, smiling softly at the way that some of the tension seems to ease out of your husband's shoulders.
Bucky grins at that, relieved to know that you have faith in him no matter what. "I chose the perfect girl to marry, didn't I?"
"Hey, you said it, not me." You tease, squealing when he rolls you over so that he's on top of you.
It turns out that running for Congress isn't all sunshine and rainbows, especially when you have a past as colorful as Bucky's. And it seemed like you were the only person who knew that he never wanted to do those things, that he was forced into taking the lives of all those people. Or maybe all these people did know, and just enjoyed throwing it back in his face to get a reaction from him.
You couldn't even count on your hands the amount of times someone whispered the words "Winter Soldier" around the two of you, as if it was a failing on Bucky's part. He didn't ask to fall off a train, be kidnapped and tortured, and turned into a killing machine. And people knew thisâhe'd been cleared of his transgressions for years now. They just didn't have the common decency to keep their comments to themselves.
"Are you sure that you want to go to this banquet tonight? I'm pretty sure most of the people that are going to be there have all but submitted their ballot." It wasn't that you didn't think Bucky could manage to change their minds; you knew better than anyone how charming and persuasive he could be. In truth, you just didn't want to leave the house tonight. The Food Network was calling your name.
"It can't hurt to try." Bucky says, shooting you a knowing smile. He knew this was a very poor attempt at getting him to cuddle in bed with you, and as much as he wanted to give in, he had a job to do. "When we get home, I'll run you a nice bath, pour you a glass of wine, and we can relax for a bit. How does that sound, baby?"
"Let me get this straight; you're going to spend all night kissing the ass of everyone we come into contact with, but when we get home you want to spoil me?" You laugh as you adjust his tie, shaking your head in mock disappoint. "What happened to putting yourself first, Mr. Barnes? You know how important self care is to me."
"That'll be Congressman Barnes to you soon enough, Mrs. Barnes." He mutters as he stares down at you, his metal arm wrapping around you to bring you closer.
"Careful, Bucky. Don't start something that you know we can't finish; we have to be out the door and in the limo in like 5 minutes." You say, waving a teasing finger at him.
"Hm, and how do you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look this good?" Bucky's arm tightens ever so slightly around you, and if this were any other time, you would've taken the bait and tore his clothes off. But the two of you had business to attend to, and if you had to suffer, so did Bucky.
"Nice try. Come on, we need to get going." You say as you grab your clutch, ignoring the dramatic groan coming from behind you.
"I hope you know that you're going to pay for that later." Bucky calls as he watches you walk down the steps.
As much as you hated to admit it, you weren't having the worst time at this gala. The space was decorated beautifully, unlike some of the previous ones that you'd been to. You'd seen kindergarten classrooms that were less garish. And they were serving the good alcohol, so that was always a bonus.
You were standing off to the side while Bucky talked to one of the other candidatesâone of the men who probably only ran to uphold his "family legacy" at the demand of his mother and father. The family legacy that has kept New Yorkers down and out of power for years, if you had to guess.
Usually, Bucky could handle your average pompous asshole. But you could tell that even this one was starting to get to him; his jaw was locked, he hadn't even opened his mouth in at least 3 minutes, and he was holding onto his glass of whiskey.
You could save him, theoretically. But being able to sit back and watch as he tried to keep control of the situation? Well, that was a much more fun option. So you stayed rooted in your spot, swirling an olive around in your half empty martini glass.
"Isn't he just so handsome?" Someone said as they came up to stand on your left. You look over to see an older woman, probably in her mid to late 50s, ogling your husband. As if she could ever have a shot at him.
"He is." You state simply, deciding to humor her a little. "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone in Congress that isn't covered in wrinkles and grey hairs?"
"Hey, greys and wrinkles aren't all that bad." She says with mock offense. "Although, I guess I wouldn't know. I froze my face before I hit 30, just to make sure of it."
Alright, maybe this lady isn't all bad. "So, is that handsome man over there the one you plan on voting for?" You ask as you gesture towards Bucky.
"I'm not entirely sure yet. His policies are solid, especially for a first time runner, and he seems hellbent on making sure that he makes a change." The old woman paused, tilting her head almost thoughtfully as she looked at Bucky. "But I'm just not sure. I mean, how can we trust someone who's been through all the things he's been through to notâŠfall into old habits? I mean, can brainwashing like that ever truly be undone?"
If this had been a couple years ago, those words would have gotten to you. Not because you believed them or you hadn't heard people say them to or around you a dozen times, but because Bucky had said them to you on multiple occasions. When he first came off the ice in Wakanda, he didn't believe that he could really be fixed.
"You shouldn't be thinking of it as something that needs to be fixed." You'd told him. "Think of it more so as you returning to your old self. The you who would step in between Steve and that week's bully without a moment of hesitation."
But it had worked. You knew it did, because Bucky would still make you test it sometimes. Just to make sure.
So when you responded to her, it came from the mouth of James Buchanan Barnes' biggest supporter, because you had seen all the work he had put into making sure he never turned into that person again. "I can assure you, he has everything under control. If something were going to happen, don't you think it would have happened by now? There is nothing for you to worry about; if Bucky is elected, there will be zero chance of him harming anyone. I can promise you that."
"My, that was quiet a response." The lady says with a chuckle. "What are you, his campaign manager or something?"
"Actually, she's my wife." Bucky says as he comes up to your other side. You'd been so focused on this lady and her unwanted commentary, you'd taken your eyes off of Bucky. "You wouldn't mind if I stole her for a quick dance, would you?"
"Of course not." She says, waving a dismissive hand. As if she hadn't spent the past few minutes implying that your husband would fly off the rails and start killing people in the middle of a congressional meeting. Bucky shoots her an appreciative smile, taking your glass and setting it on the tray of a waiter passing by before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor.
"You looked like you were about to pounce on that lady, doll. It's a good thing that I got there when I did, or that would've seriously hurt my chances of winning this thing." He jokes as the two of you step onto the dance floor. "What was that all about?"
"Just an old lady who had no idea what she was talking about." You shrug, letting Bucky take the lead in your dancing. "Nothing to worry about."
"Oh yeah? That's not what it looked like. At least, not from where I was standing." Bucky says with a smirk. "Come on, tell me what she said that's got you all so worked up."
"I am not worked up." You say defensively, not missing the way his eyebrow raises. "Okay, fine, maybe I am a little worked up. But I already didn't want to come to this stupid event tonight, and having to stand there listening to her act like the Winter Soldier was going to come out and strangle her to death made me a little angry. So what? I'd say that it's perfectly normal to get upset when someone calls the character of your husband into question."
Bucky shakes his head, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he too was upset by this news. But you did know better, so you could tell from the look on his face that he was trying his hardest to hold back his laughter. "I thought that you would be used to those stupid comments by now, baby. What happened to the girl that used to tell me to block all of that bullshit out?"
"She's on vacation." You grumble as Bucky spins you around. When you fall back into him, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer.
"You just have to let this stuff go. Like water off a duck's back, you know?" At your unimpressed look, he looks at you and smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because that's something that only grandpa's say." You say with a snort. "I know that you're like, over a hundred years old, but you don't have to sound like it too."
"Careful, young lady. You're already on thin ice because of earlier, remember?" He says as the two of you sway to the rhythm of the slow song.
"Oh no, I'm shaking in my boots." You say sarcastically as you roll your eyes.
Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, looking down at you with thinly veiled desire. "Yeah, you're going to regret all of this sass later on tonight."
"Are you sure that you're going to make it to later tonight? I'm pretty sure that we're a couple hours past your bedtime, Mr. Barnes. You might fall asleep during the car ride home before you can even make good on your promise."
You were well aware that you were digging your own grave this at this point, but you didn't really care. After all, that was what made nights like these fun for you.
After the night comes to a close and you and Bucky say your goodbyes, you practically shove him into the limo, ignoring the smug look on his face. "Jesus, doll. I'm not completely indestructible, you know that, right?" He says with a laugh as you climb on top of him.
"Shut up. Do you know how hard it is to have to stand there all night, watching you talk to all those people? I don't know if you know this, but you're really fucking hot, and I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself at these events." You ramble, your fingers struggling to undo his tie.
Bucky scoffs, shaking his head as he reaches up to put a stop to your hands, placing your arms around his neck instead. "Wow, I appreciate the nice words, doll. It's so great to be looked at like a piece of meat."
Your eyes roll involuntarily at that, and you attempt to get back to what you were doing when Bucky pinches your thigh. A noise of pain comes out of you, and you're about to voice such pain when Bucky gestures his head to the open partition that's meant to be separating the two of you and your driver.
"Excuse me, sir, could you roll up the partition, please? My husband and I need to have a private conversation." The saccharine tone of voice you'd been using the whole night comes back pretty easily, despite how desperate you are to be doing something much more fun.
"No problem, ma'am." The driver replies curtly, his hand rushing to push the button that would put some separation between him and whatever you and Bucky were getting up to in the back of his limo.
You wait until the divider is fully closed before turning your attention back to Bucky, smiling down at him like a kid in a candy store. "Now, where were we?"
"You were looking at me like I'm a piece of meat." Bucky quips, laughing softly at the way you glare at him.
"I am not looking at you like you're a piece of meat," You say as an almost manic sort of grin tugs at your lips. "I'm looking at you like you're my very handsome husband. Which you are."
"You really know how to make a guy feel special, don't you?" Bucky asks sarcastically as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. "Why don't we slow down for a bit, okay? We are not having sex in a limo right now."
"And why the hell not? It's not like we haven't done it before, you know." You remind him as you trace your finger down his jaw. "There was that one time, on that mission in France a few years back. And then there was that time we had a quickie while Sam was in that meeting dealing with something. Don't tell me that you've gotten boring in your old age, James."
"I am far from boring, and you know that, sweetheart." Bucky had that look in his eyeâthe one that said that he was still holding back, but the strings of the rope keeping him there were slowly starting to snap. After all, he wasn't always the most patient man on the planet, especially when it came to you and your body. And you knew exactly what buttons to let that part of him loose.
"Well you're not being any fun right now." You grumble as you card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's late and there's traffic outside, which means that there is more than enough time for us to do something, James."
"Don't call me that, that's not fair." Bucky says as if the name physically pains him.
"Why not? It's your name, isn't it?" You tease. You knew more than anyone how much he hated being called by that name. He said that it made you sound like his mother, back when she would scold himâand Steve, because where Bucky went, Steve wentâfor tracking water in the house or for spending their last dime on something frivolous.
"Don't get smart with me. You're already in enough hot water as it is, so I wouldn't push your luck if I were you." Bucky warns as he trails his hands along your sides.
Any other time you might have finally taken the hint and backed off, but not tonight. You just knew that if you pushed a little harder, maybe even begged a bit, you could get what you wanted from your husband. It was just important that you played your cards right.
"Fine." You sigh, slumping against Bucky's body and resting your head on his shoulder. "Just wanted to have a bit of fun, you know? It was a long night tonight."
Bucky looks you up and down, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. If he saw through this whole act of yours, he didn't comment on it. Bucky was a lot of things, and he could usually hold out for longer. But when you had a pout on your lips and those pretty little lashes of yours fluttered? There wasn't much he could do to deny you what you wanted, no matter how hard he tried.
"God, you're killing me here, doll." Bucky groans as he flips the two of you around so that you're sitting on the seat. You yelp in surprise, gripping onto his shoulders as he lowers himself down between your thighs. "This will not become an every time thing, you understand me? No matter how much you beg and plead."
"Yes sir." You say, hiding your triumphant grin by biting down on your lip. Bucky glares at your teasing, but chooses not to comment on it. Instead he hikes up your dress, humming in approval when you lift your hips so he can remove your underwear. You watch as he kisses up your left thigh, nearly getting to your core before switching to your right leg and repeating the process, slower this time. He always loved to take his time when it came to eating you out; said that there was no need to rush when he had something so precious right there in front of him.
"Are you always so wet for me?" He murmurs as he nips at your thigh. It was a useless question; one that you both knew the answer to. How could you not be constantly aroused when you were around him?
"I meant what I said earlier about you being really fucking hot." Your giggle is cut off by a low moan as Bucky finally presses a kiss to your lips, the feeling of his warm breath already overwhelming you.
"Pleasure to be of service." Bucky hums before licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. Your legs twitch in response, pressing against his head as he dives deeper.
A whine falls from you, your hips canting upward in a silent plea for more. More touch? More pressure? More what, you're not really sure. But you're feeling needy at the moment, and Bucky is the only person who can satisfy your desperate needs at the moment. His name gets caught on your lips as he sucks on your clit, your head resting on the back of the seat as he does it again and again. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum."
"That's the goal, sweetheart." Bucky says with a smirk as he flicks his tongue just right, watching in thinly veiled satisfaction as your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Come on, doll, I know you can. Why don't you give me a little taste?"
There's a fuck you sitting right on the tip of your tongue, but you know that being a brat won't get you what you want right now. And right now, that coil in the pit of your stomach is painfully tight, but it's close to snapping. You just need a little bit more from your husband to set it free. Your hand reaches down and tangles itself in Bucky's hair, pressing him hard into your cunt.
"More." You begâor would plead be the better word? It doesn't really matter, because Bucky seems to know exactly what you mean. He always knows what you need to be thrown off that ledge.
A combination of licking, sucking, and nipping comes next. It could all happen in minutes, or it could have all happened in a mere matter of seconds, but it doesn't matter. When you cum you have to remind yourself that you and Bucky aren't in the comfort of your own home, because if not for the way you were biting your lip, you'd know for a fact that the driver would have heard the moan that clawed it's way out of your throat.
"God, you always looks so beautiful when you come undone for me." Bucky says, giving you one last lick before getting up and sitting beside you. Your head falls onto his shoulder as you try and catch your breath, Bucky's arm wrapping around you.
There's a few moments of silence as the two of you collect yourselves. "Thank you." You whisper, pressing a kiss to Bucky's cheek.
"I hope you know that we're continuing this when we get home." He says as the fingers of his metal arm trail up and down your arm.
"Yeah, I'm counting on it. You look like you could use some release." You tease as your hand brushes against the very obvious bulge that is threatening to rip his pants in half.
Bucky groans, the hand on his knee tightening slightly. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You always have to push your limits."
You shrug, an unrepentant smile on your face as you grab his hand and lace your fingers together. "It is a hobby of mine, yes."
As soon as you and Bucky stumble into your apartment, his jacket comes off and your dress is ripped off your body. A soft laugh floats between the two of you as your back is pressed against the wall. "Careful, careful. We don't need anymore noise complaints from Mrs. Lovett."
"She'll be fine." Bucky dismisses as he taps your thigh, signaling for you to jump into his arms. Once he has you properly settled in his grip, he starts trailing kisses across your collarbone, pausing to suck on your skin every so often. "Besides, there are more pressing matters that we need to attend to at the moment, Mrs. Barnes."
"Oh yeah? And what might those matters be?" You ask with a giggle as you tilt your head back. Rather than answering with his words, Bucky pressed himself against you so that you could feel just how much he craved you.
"Is that enough of an answer for you, doll?" He questions as he starts carrying you towards the bedroom. The door barely has time to shut behind you before he's throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you, his arms pinning you in on either side of your head.
You don't even give him the chance to say something else, pulling him down by his shoulders and smashing your lips together. This isn't a soft kissâit is one of need, want, passion, devotion and everything that comes in between. The two of you kiss like you could very well die tomorrow, and you want this to be the last thing you remember about the other.
"It's not fair that you're still so clothed, and I'm laying here naked." You point out when the two of you finally break the intense kiss. "Why don't you get naked too?"
"Would that make you happy, doll?" Bucky asks with a smirk as he pulls back slightly. "Because you know that I'd do anything you wanted if it made you happy."
"It would make me very happy, Bucky." You whisper, watching as Bucky slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt and slips it off his shoulder. A soft sigh comes out as his chest comes into view, and you have to fight every bone in your body to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. Before he can undo the buckle of his belt, you reach out and place your hand over his. "Let me help you with that."
Bucky's gaze intensifies as he watches your hands undo his belt, a hum of approval coming out when you also undo the button of his pants. "So helpful for me, sweetheart." He murmurs, his hand cupping your cheek and pulling you in for another kiss. This one is much softer and slower, like he just remembered that there was no need to rush through any of this; you had the whole night ahead of you.
He pushed you back down again, keeping a hand on your stomach so that you would stay still while he removed his pants and his boxers in one motion. Most people wouldn't see a dick and have the first thought that came to their mind be about how pretty it looked, but you would. Especially when it was Bucky'sâit was almost as if it was handcrafted by the gods to be everything you could ever want and need in a husband. The way it curved slightly upwards and to the right, the way it twitched whenever you so much as breathed near it, the tiny bead of precum that traveled from his tip and down his shaft.
It was nothing short of perfect, and it was all yours. Forever.
"Never seen anything prettier than when you're all laid out in front of me like this." He whispers into your ear as his hand travels up your legs, the cold metal of his fingers settling on your clit and drawing small circles. He swallows the gasp that comes from your lips with his mouth, his body pressing against yours.
"Oh, fuck." You whine against his lips, raising your hips up in hopes of getting some more pressure. "Buckyâ"
"Shh, I know, baby. I know. I just need to work you open a bit more, okay? Don't wanna hurt you." His words are meant to be reassuring, but all they do is make you whine even louder.
"Don't care, just want you." You grumble, wrapping your legs around his waist and flipping the two of you over. Bucky lets out a noise of surprise, his hands shooting out to your hips to make sure you don't topple over.
"You can't just be patient for two minutes, can you?" Bucky asks with a scoff, but it's clear from the smile that sits on his lips that he's not particularly upset about you taking control.
"I've been patient all night long, I think I've earned some kind of reward." You say with a huff as you wrap your hands around Bucky's shaft and give it a few pumps, biting your lip at the way Bucky's breath catches in his throat.
"Alright, yeah. That seems fairâfuck, doll. You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that." He groans as his eyes screw shut. You giggle, rubbing your thumb along his tip as your other hand joins the first one on his shaft.
"What was it you said earlier? Something about working me open?" You pretend to think about it, tilting your head slightly before speaking again. "Think of this as my version of doing that."
"You're going to pay for this later, and I won't be as kind as I was earlier." Bucky warns as his grip on your hips tightens.
"Oh, honey. I'm holding you to that." You say as you line him up with your entrance before sliding down. The two of you moan as you become one, Bucky's head falling back into the pillows while you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You take a moment to adjust to his sizeâhad he somehow gotten bigger?âbefore starting to rock your hips, your mouth falling open as quiet sighs and curses escaped you.
"Fuck, doll, you feel like heaven." Bucky grits out as he aids you in rocking yourself back and forth. You were definitely going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow morning, but it would all be worth it if it meant you could be reminded of this moment. "No place I'd rather be right now."
"Me either." You manage to choke out as your start moving faster, your clit rubbing against the hair at the base of Bucky's dick. Everything just felt so good; it was all too much, but not enough at the same time. You wanted more, but you knew that you wouldn't be able to get what you needed without more of Bucky's help. "Can you�"
"Can I what, doll?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what it was you were asking for. But you'd been so insistent on taking what you wanted, and he was going to make you do some begging before giving into what you wanted. "I thought that you could handle all of this by yourself?"
On a different night, at a different time, you would have fought back. You would've given him some lip, and showed him just how much you could handle on your own. But this wasn't any other night, and you'd been so worked up all night long, and he was right there, looking like sin incarnate with that stupid grin and his perfect hair. Swallowing your pride just this one time wouldn't kill you.
"Please? Feels good, feels so good, but not enough." You whine as your hips momentarily halt their motions. Bucky tsks, using his hold on your hips to make you start moving again.
"Did I tell you that you could stop?" He says scoldingly, removing his hands once you return to your previous pace. "You wanted this so bad, no way you're stopping now. In fact, I'll just lay here until you can make yourself cum."
You knew from past experience that that wasn't just an empty threat; Bucky could restrain himself all night if that's what it took. Stupid fucking super soldier serum. You couldn't pout and plead your way into getting what you wanted tonight, unfortunately.
With a whine that you would almost certainly deny later, you readjusted your position on Bucky's lap so that you could get more comfortable, focusing on getting him deeper inside of you so that he'd hit that spot inside of you that desperately craved attention. This new stance and new focus put more attention on your clit, the feeling of Bucky all around you creating a sense of pleasure that you knew like the back of your hand.
"There you go, good girl." Bucky whispers mockingly as he trails a hand up your thigh. He chuckles at your almost pained noise as his hand makes contact with your skin. "I can feel you tightening around me, you know? It can't possibly feel that good, can it, doll?"
Tomorrow morning, you were going to make him pay for that smug look in his eyes right now. But currently, you were too preoccupied by the fact that he was so deep inside you there was a chance he would never come out. "Bucky, please. I promise, I'll be goodâI'll be so fucking good, just help me cum!" You plead as your fingers scratch down his chest.
Bucky finally seems to take pity on you, rolling his eyes as if this was the biggest inconvenience before flipping the two of you over once more so he was hovering over you. "How can I deny you when you beg so prettily when you need something from me, hm?"
There's barely any time for you to form a response before Bucky hooks one of your legs up and over his shoulder with one hand, the other one finding it's place against your neck. His hips snap against yours, the pace almost punishing.
"Fuck!" You shout as you throw your head back, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as he speeds up. He knew just what to do to send you over the edge, and you were forever grateful for that.
Moans, whimpers, sighs, and curses all fell from your lips, but you couldn't make out exactly what was being said. The scent of sex mixed with Bucky's cologne and your perfume was simply too much for you to handle all at once, and that familiar swirl in the pit of your stomach was building up once more.
"So fucking perfect for me, sweetheart." Bucky grunts as he tightens his hold on your neck, watching the way your eyelids flutter shut and your mouth falls open once more. "No other way to describe it, other than utterly fucking perfect. And all mine."
"All yours, Bucky." You repeat once he removes his hand from around your throat. Your own hands scratch down his back as that feeling that you've been chasing comes back, your words almost stuck inside you. "Gonna cum."
"It's okay, you can cum. Cum for me, doll, come on." Bucky whispers as he trails his kisses from your forehead, to the tip of your nose, to your cheeks and your jaw, and finally to your lips. The hand that slides between of you to give your clit a little extra attention is the straw that breaks the camel's back, an orgasm so powerful that the corners of your eyes fill with white spots. You can distantly feel Bucky's load spilling out of him and into you before everything fades away.
When you come to a few minutes later, Bucky is slowly lowering the two of you into the tub in your en suite bathroom. Your head lolls back against his shoulder as you slowly blink away the fuzziness clinging to your vision.
"Well, well. Look who's back." Bucky says with a soft smile, his arm wrapped around your midsection. "You passed out on me there for a bit, had me all worried."
"I'd say that I was sorry, but we both know that that would be a lie." You say with a cheeky grin, earning a snort from the man behind me. "You should be proud of yourself, honestly. The sex is so good it made me pass out for a couple minutes."
"And squirt." Bucky adds casually as he reaches for your favorite soap. You whirl around, sending warm water splashing out of the sides of the tub.
"I what?" You shriek, jaw dropped as you stare down your husband. He just shrugs, as if he was sharing the morning's weather report with you. "But we just changed the sheets." You whine as you turn and lean against Bucky's chest.
"We just had mind blowing sex, and you're worried about the fact that we have to change the sheets again?" Bucky asks incredulously before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "And you have the nerve to call me old."
"Well, that's different. You're like, over a hundred years old." You counter with a small smile. "I just don't like changing the sheets or doing laundry."
"If it bothers you so much, I'll change the damn sheets." Bucky says with a scoff as he puts some soap on the towel and begins washing your back.
"Such a perfect husband. What would I do without you?" You tease, adjusting so that Bucky can clean your back properly. Although, it wasn't a joke. Bucky really was the perfect husband to you, and you wouldn't trade him out for anything or anyone else.
Because when it came down to it, you loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else.
My writing is shamelessly self-indulgent, and serves to let my logorrhea out:) don't hesitate to give me a shout when you have suggestions or ideas!
I write about A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (Valarr, Duncan, Maekar, Baelor, OOC Aerion, if inspiration strikes also Daeron and Lyonel)
Also english is far from being my first language, so kindly ignore it when i butcher some words/expressionsđ
Some of my works contain adult content, y'all kids better keep your hands off of theseđĄ
Also can't believe I have to declare this, but I legitimately hate generative AIs with a hot, burning passion and everything I write has been done so by my own fried brain and sloppy handsđ
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms:
Valarr Targaryen
The Gold and the Steel (series masterlist here) - sfw (for now)
Summary: Valarr x Stark!reader, You are the infamous steel-clad daughter of Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. When he gets a summon to King's Landing to serve in the royal court, you accompany him to the South. There, you meet the Young Prince, who seems to see you and accept you as you are, despite your infamy.
Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend? - nsfw
Summary: perv!Valarr x reader, You are a 3rd year economics major at uni, and have been pining after your best friend for years, whom you met at the freshmen mixer. He doesn't seem to notice or respond to your many dropped hints, so you decide make one last big attempt before giving up completely. Little do you know, he has secrets of his own and the shy, proper boy disappears as soon as you get him into bed.
The marriage contract - sfw
Summary: Valarr x highborn!reader, based on this idea. Valarr has always been a shy, slightly socially inept child, until you held out your hand and invited him to join your friend group. The friendship blooms, and soon you are each other's dearest, closest childhood companions. So close, in fact, that you write a pact to marry each other when you both come of age. When your family has to leave King's Landing, you are devastated, but Valarr promises you will meet again when you are to wed each other. A decade later, you've forgotten about the contract, but he never has.
âł Three times you tried to kiss Valarr, and the one time you did - sfw
Summary: Valarr x betrothed!reader. Now officially betrothed, you and Valarr reconnect after a decade spent apart. The problem is, your families and the duties leave the two of you with hardly any alone time with each other, much to your dismay. You're just trying to finally kiss your pretty betrothed properly in peace, but the circumstances keep getting in your way. Can be also read as a standalone.
âł Your ire, his distress (short drabble)- sfw
Summary: Valarr x betrothed!reader. The wedding date approaches with terrifying speed, and Valarr takes it upon himself to compensate for his lack of experience by... studying. As a drawback, he spends an increasing amount of his free time holed up in his chambers instead of with you, which starts drawing your suspicions, and in tow, your pettiness.
Maekar Targaryen
Screw this and Fuck me (oneshot) - nsfw
Summary: Maekar! x 20s!reader, Maekar and you meet at a charity gala, where you are both bored out of your minds. When you set your eyes on him, you make it into your life's mission to get into his pants.
Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen
The blood magicker and the tyrant (crack) - sfw
Summary: pathetic!Aerion x blood magicker!reader. Ever since you were a child, ancient voices and powers have been reaching out to you, to revive the glory of Old Valyria and fulfill an age-old prophecy. With an exceptional talent for blood magic but also an aversion to big responsibilities, you instead opt to use your talents for more everyday conveniences. It was all going smoothly, until your infamous cousin decides that you are a goddess of Valyria reborn, and you are destined for each other.
Duncan "Dunk" the Tall
I'm weak (boy I love it when I fall for that) - nsfw
Summary: modern!bodyguard!Dunk x heiress!reader. Dunk is pretty sure that his new bodyguard gig is going to drive him crazy. To be more specific, the pretty young heiress who he's supposed to be guarding keeps making less-than-subtle advances, and he has to keep himself from spontaneously combusting from sexual frustration. You, on the other hand, are simply trying to climb that hunk of a man like a tree.
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M A S T E R L I S T S
the pitt // david c. m-lists â ONE , TWO // kinktoberâ25
R E C E N T W O R K S
ⶠAMERICAN BOY
ⶠHATE THAT I MADE YOU LOVE ME
ⶠSUGAR-DADDY!CLARK
ⶠTHE BOY IS MINE
ⶠAVOIDING CLARK AFTER HE CONFESSES
ⶠCLARK'S GROWN-OUT HAIR
ⶠDRACULA
ⶠTEASING CLARK
ⶠSTARLIGHT!READER X CLARK
ⶠEX-HUSBAND!CLARK | P.2
A collection of the best (and worst) things to grace my brain, now on your screen!
â⎠Stories
Out Of My Mind (Avenger!Bucky)
Bucky is too old, too weathered, too scarred, and sheâs soft, and happy, and deadly, and the way her mouthâ yeah he really should stop thinking about her like that.
Read
Deserving (Mean!Bucky)
You brat out and now Bucky needs to show you you canât have everything you want. Read
Bunny (Bucky Barnes)
Thereâs a reason your contact name on his phone has a little đ€ emoji.
Read
Only Ever You (BestFriend'sDad!Bucky)
Heâs always just been Mr. Barnes⊠except youâre totally lying.
Read - Part 2
You Vex Me (Viscount!Bucky) (Bridgerton AU)
Sheâs only here to make sure her sister finds the right match. All he wants is someone good enough to be a companion, not a lover. What could possibly go wrong and who couldâve foreseen it?
Read
Passenger Princess (Lee Bodecker x Reader)
First date with Lee after so so much tension and heâs not nearly as stealthy as he wishes he was. You donât mind it though.
Read
Love Bites (Vampire!Bucky x Reader) (BWAtober Collab)
it's Halloween and your boyfriend is an actual vampire. Fuck trick or treating, Bucky is taking his treat... and giving you some too.
Read
Ya gotov otvechat' (Dark!Bucky x SHIELD!Reader)
The Soldat had been observing you for weeks. One day, looking at you from the rooftop one building over isn't enough anymore.
Read
Cabin Fever (Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader)
Bucky and you have been sneaking around in secret for a while. Not for any particular reason aside from not wanting all of the questions from the team. But now, your schedules haven't been lining up.
Read
Substance F52.8 (Sex Pollen!Bucky x Avenger!Reader)
How many times has Steve told you not to touch weird shit in old labs?
Read
Clean (TFATWS!Bucky x Steve's Ex!Reader)
Steve goes back in time without telling you, for good this time. Bucky would never let you pick up the pieces all on your own, though.
Read
I Wanna Feel You From The Inside (Avenger!Bucky x Sex Pollen!Avenger!Reader)
You and Bucky get stuck in a snowstorm at an old safe house after you get hit with sex pollen while doing recon in an old HYDRA base in Siberia.
Read
Lead Us Not Into Temptation (Priest!Bucky x Nun!Reader)
You had transferred from St. Magdalene's to Our Lady of the Holy Grace, and you didn't think your first assignment would make you second guess your vows so quick. In your defense, neither did Father Barnes.
Read
Baby, It's Cold Outside (Dad!Avenger!Bucky)
Bucky Barnes has been known by many names, and youâve redefined every single one of them when you burrowed yourself into his life to hibernate deep in his heart forever, giving him a life heâd only ever dreamed of.
Read
Keepsake (Pirate!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader)
Captain James Barnes doesnât believe in tales of mermaids until he wakes up chained in a cave and thereâs one staring right at him.
Read.
But Daddy, I Love Him! (Prince!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader)
(Little Mermaid AU) (BWA Fairytale Collab)
You were never supposed to interact with the shore people, told yourself just keeping their artifacts was enough. But a storm that crashes Bucky into the sea has different ideas, a mermaid who doesn't know the rules ends up too close to a prince who doesn't follow them.
Read.
Neighborhood Watch (Neighbor!Steve x Reader)
Your neighbor Steve just wants to make sure you're safe, surely, that's why he's always watching you. And what kind of friendly neighbor would you be if you didn't at least give him something pretty to look at?
Read.
Never Leave Me (Heathcliff!Bucky x Reader)
You and Bucky grew up together, after your father adopted him, and one day the tension snaps.
Read.
Down Bad (DARK!Bucky x SHIELD!Reader)
You were never the same after the first night the Soldat visited you.
Read.
Should've Kissed You Anyway (Brother's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader)
Your prom date ditches you, and Bucky, ever the gentlemen, offers to take you. He gives you the full senior prom experience even though he's your brother's best friend and your crush for the past decade.
Read.
â⎠Series
Between A Cock And A Hard Place (Steve x Reader + Bucky x Reader + Stucky x Reader)
COMPLETED
Tale as old as time. Steve is righteous and he couldnât, for the life of him corrupt such a sweet thing like you, right? Except thatâs the only thing you want and you could only be more upfront if you made him motorboat you. But Bucky⊠oh Bucky.
Masterlist
Teacher's Pet (Biology Professor!Bucky x Camgirl!Student!Reader)
COMPLETED (blurbs open)
Professor Barnes is the absolute worst type of professor. He doesnât know how to teach, he wants you to already know all the answers. And you⊠poor you, living for academic validation.
Masterlist
From Ashes to Ashes (Bucky Barnes) (House of The Dragon AU)
ONGOING
Bound by blood, torn by duty, and consumed by fire, you and Bucky were never meant to survive each other. Betrothed to another for the sake of war, you still ran back to him â bruised, bloody, obsessed â until love turned to ruin.
Masterlist
Vital Signs (Firefighter!Bucky x Surgical Resident!Reader)
ONGOING
Meet cute would be so cute if only you dated firefighters.
Masterlist
Starring: James Barnes
ONGOING
Rewriting Bucky into my favorite romcoms because it's all I can think about when I watch them.
Masterlist
Congressman James Buchanan Barnes (Masterlist)
ONGOING
A collection of tabloids, social media posts, drabbles, and full stories about Congressman Barnes and the love of his life, you, his PR manager.
Read
â⎠Drabbles
coming home drunk and horny
bucky Sandwich (40s!bucky x reader x present bucky)
dripping onto your tits
mean!bucky and edging
buckyâs brooklyn accent
"don't call me a good girl, it makes me wanna take my clothes off"
"you look beautiful like this" (steve rogers x reader)
"are you just going to stare?" (stucky x reader)
accidental "I love you" with college!bucky
winter soldier!bucky x black widow!reader headcanons
stucky throuple headcanons
â⎠SPANKBANK
(fics so good i need them to be in here to read over and over) (these below are NOT my works! just really good amazing pieces by my babes)
rockstar!bucky by @houseofhyde (this one has such a special place in my heart it made me dig out my cry it out playlist)
pornstar!bucky by @superbassbuck
fwb/enemies with benefits by @chateaubarnes
mechanic!bucky by @houseofhyde
professor!barnes by @barnesonly
nerdy!Bucky by @opheliabbarnes
ceo!bucky by @chateaubarnes
chef!bucky by @54nboo
pso!reader x congressman barnes by @unificsation
poolboy!bucky by @superbassbuck (the waxed floorsâŠ.)
ghostface!bucky by @houseofhyde (this made me wet in ways i did not think was possible. when you read it please send me an ask and guess which line you think haunts me everyday. its an easy answer)
married!bucky by @danysdaughter
protective neighbor!bucky by @unificsation (three part series)
teenage dirtbag!bucky by @superbassbuck (you donât understand how much this tugged at me heart. it was vocal economy levels of wetness on all my holes including my eyes)
mob!bucky by @superbassbuck
sea captain!steve rogers + siren!reader by @epiphanyrogers
M.I.R.A: Greetings, traveler. I'm M.I.R.A. your Multiversal Indexing & Routing Assistant. My function is simple: to chart your course through infinite realities, guide you to your chosen coordinates and keep you from drifting into black holes youâre not ready for.
Youâll find each Earth (universe) in this database catalogued by designation, description and travel advisories. Iâll handle the hard math, you just decide where youâd like to go next.
Systems online! Select an Earth from the database and engage.
â Station Log: KINKTOBER '25
â Earth-1114 â THE WALKING DEAD
A survivalistâs haven, parallel to our own universe, where survival is earned mile by mile and the air is thick with pine, woodsmoke⊠and the scent of pending decay.
Designation honors November 14, 2010 â the air date of âTell It to the Frogs,â marking Daryl Dixonâs first major appearance in The Walking Dead.
M.I.R.A.: Signal saturation reached. This Earth is no longer accepting incoming requests. Further exploration will proceed under current coordinates only.
â Earth-1104 â Drew Starkey
Here, the Hollywood Hills watch over the city like ancient sentinels, and the air is thick with both love and ambition. The lights never fade, the ocean never stops whispering, and the line between dream and reality is beautifully blurred. Almost identical to our own Earth, this timelineâs only divergence is the date of birth of the traveler, a presence that subtly bends fateâs threads in unseen ways.
The designation 1104 honors the birthday of actor Drew Starkey â a nod to the day the star of this Earth first entered the timeline.
â Earth-1110 â Simon âGhostâ Riley
This Earth shares much of our timeline but it exists on the far side of the sun, a place where shadows rule and every victory comes at a cost.
Number assigned for November 10, 2009 â the launch of Modern Warfare 2, and Ghostâs first mission in our records.
â Earth-181938 â Clark Kent
An Earth where hope soars as high as its heroes, where the horizon is always just a little closer to the clouds, and where truth itself can take flight.
The designation 181938 honors April 18, 1938 â the historic date when Action Comics #1 introduced Superman, the first superhero of his kind, whose legacy would echo across the entire multiverse.
â Earth-0424 â Joe Keery
An Earth layered with static and neon, where fiction and reality bleed into one another. Here, identities overlap and small-town streets hide doorways to something stranger beneath the surface.
The designation 0424 honors April 24, 1992, the birth of Joe Keery, the origin point of a signal that would later fracture into singer, actor and hero, each echoing through the same universe.
â Earth-66 â Dean Di Laurentis
An Earth fueled by hockey games, loud music, restless nights and the freedom that only exists before real life catches up. Here, college campuses blur into ice rinks under fluorescent lights and unexpected romance tends to arrive at the worst possible time.
The designation 66 honors Dean Di Laurentisâ jersey number, a signal now permanently tied to this universeâs frequency.
Hi travelers, welcome aboard!!
Who am i? | Questions answered
Request channels are always open so you can submit your coordinates if you wish to see more destinations. Each new request expands M.I.R.A's database, so more characters may appear over time.
I log and process requests in the order they arrive, though I occasionally interleave them with my own scheduled timelines to ensure quality navigation. Your request will launch eventually but patience protocols are highly advised. If a timeline (link) malfunctions, send a direct comm signal.
Data rights protocol: I do not authorize the translation, duplication, or reposting of these timelines to any external network. If you wish to support this vessel, the repost and like functions are installed for your use.
Advisory notice: This archive contains explicit transmissions (stories) and may include sensitive subject matter, always accompanied by the proper warnings.
You are responsible for the realities you choose to enter.
â Good luck out there and remember: higher, further, faster.
M.I.R.A: Greetings, traveler. I'm M.I.R.A. your Multiversal Indexing & Routing Assistant. My function is simple: to chart your course through infinite realities, guide you to your chosen coordinates and keep you from drifting into black holes youâre not ready for.
Youâll find each Earth (universe) in this database catalogued by designation, description and travel advisories. Iâll handle the hard math, you just decide where youâd like to go next.
Systems online! Select an Earth from the database and engage.
â Station Log: KINKTOBER '25
â Earth-1114 â THE WALKING DEAD
A survivalistâs haven, parallel to our own universe, where survival is earned mile by mile and the air is thick with pine, woodsmoke⊠and the scent of pending decay.
Designation honors November 14, 2010 â the air date of âTell It to the Frogs,â marking Daryl Dixonâs first major appearance in The Walking Dead.
M.I.R.A.: Signal saturation reached. This Earth is no longer accepting incoming requests. Further exploration will proceed under current coordinates only.
â Earth-1104 â Drew Starkey
Here, the Hollywood Hills watch over the city like ancient sentinels, and the air is thick with both love and ambition. The lights never fade, the ocean never stops whispering, and the line between dream and reality is beautifully blurred. Almost identical to our own Earth, this timelineâs only divergence is the date of birth of the traveler, a presence that subtly bends fateâs threads in unseen ways.
The designation 1104 honors the birthday of actor Drew Starkey â a nod to the day the star of this Earth first entered the timeline.
â Earth-1110 â Simon âGhostâ Riley
This Earth shares much of our timeline but it exists on the far side of the sun, a place where shadows rule and every victory comes at a cost.
Number assigned for November 10, 2009 â the launch of Modern Warfare 2, and Ghostâs first mission in our records.
â Earth-181938 â Clark Kent
An Earth where hope soars as high as its heroes, where the horizon is always just a little closer to the clouds, and where truth itself can take flight.
The designation 181938 honors April 18, 1938 â the historic date when Action Comics #1 introduced Superman, the first superhero of his kind, whose legacy would echo across the entire multiverse.
â Earth-0424 â Joe Keery
An Earth layered with static and neon, where fiction and reality bleed into one another. Here, identities overlap and small-town streets hide doorways to something stranger beneath the surface.
The designation 0424 honors April 24, 1992, the birth of Joe Keery, the origin point of a signal that would later fracture into singer, actor and hero, each echoing through the same universe.
â Earth-66 â Dean Di Laurentis
An Earth fueled by hockey games, loud music, restless nights and the freedom that only exists before real life catches up. Here, college campuses blur into ice rinks under fluorescent lights and unexpected romance tends to arrive at the worst possible time.
The designation 66 honors Dean Di Laurentisâ jersey number, a signal now permanently tied to this universeâs frequency.
Hi travelers, welcome aboard!!
Who am i? | Questions answered
Request channels are always open so you can submit your coordinates if you wish to see more destinations. Each new request expands M.I.R.A's database, so more characters may appear over time.
I log and process requests in the order they arrive, though I occasionally interleave them with my own scheduled timelines to ensure quality navigation. Your request will launch eventually but patience protocols are highly advised. If a timeline (link) malfunctions, send a direct comm signal.
Data rights protocol: I do not authorize the translation, duplication, or reposting of these timelines to any external network. If you wish to support this vessel, the repost and like functions are installed for your use.
Advisory notice: This archive contains explicit transmissions (stories) and may include sensitive subject matter, always accompanied by the proper warnings.
You are responsible for the realities you choose to enter.
â Good luck out there and remember: higher, further, faster.
a seemingly doomed five-year relationship told in a few words.
ââ good faith (â)
harvey specter is the world's worst co-worker
ââ landslide (àšà§)
you go through a messy divorce. it only proves one thing - harvey is not built for relationships.
ââ we'll meet again | harvey specter (àšà§â)
two old friends meet again, wearing older faces...i guess you know how this goes. you have a flawed relationship, a flawed breakup, and a flawed reunion with the one you love the most.
ââ for the plot | harvey specter (â)
you have a boyfriend, and the entire firm is trying to figure out who he is. one thing is for sure though: mike ross is good at hiding secrets from everyone except rachel zane.
ââ slowburn | harvey specter (â)
harvey refuses to take a sick leave. you teach him the importance of staying home and resting while unraveling feelings towards each other that have been kept hidden for ten years.
ââ i am only a woman, he is only a man | harvey specter (multipart)
in a world of suits and betrayal, harvey specter keeps his personal life personal. what happens when a new associate arrives and she's dancing on the line of personal and business?
ââ vienna waits for you | harvey specter (àšà§)
a messy divorce with his college sweetheart sends harvey catapulting into a bed of madness. he meets her years later, and the worst part is: they still love each other.
ââ sucked into a bagel | harvey specter
a corporate attorney's life is forever changed by a chance encounter with an actress, who happens to be a former classmate. a mismatched bagel order leads to romance.
You have a daughter with the Rogue Prince, and you only have one wish for her.
The Gold of Casterly - Completed Series
You pass off Rhaenyra (as an illegitimate daughter from Viserys' paramour) as your own daughter while navigating the treacherous maze of the Red Keep. You enter a forbidden tryst with the Rogue Prince, which truly does prove that Lannisters are not as clever as they believe themselves to be.
Beauty that is Living - One Shot
Daemon being adored and treated well by his wife while they talk about the war and its aftermath.
Love by Listening - Ongoing
Daemon Targaryen goes rogue after his wedding to Rhea Royce, unwilling to consummate the marriage. He finds peace in a Dornish tavern and meets a Dornishwoman.
A Lemon Cake - One Shot
The Hendriks have always kept to their own. What happens when a betrothal happens between the only Hendrik daughter and the Rogue Prince?
Parallel Lines - Completed Series
An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.
Aemond Targaryen
I gave you all my best me's - Completed Series
After a gruesome breakup with Jace, his billionaire uncle offers you a proposal that you can't resist.
Aerion Targaryen
Madness - One Shot
aerion overhears the smallfolk whispering about his sex life. he teaches them a lesson and 'mends' his relationship with lady lannister.
Petulant - One Shot
aerion targaryen finds a match with his spoiled wife from starfall.
Daeron Targaryen
What Meets the Eye - One Shot
daeron hates his wife. he hates the fact that he'd been forced into a union without his approval. one night in his soul makes him realize that you're more than the hate in his heart.
I write mainly MCU Bucky Barnes because of his great character arc and Sebastian Stanâs representation of that character. Other MCU characters may appear in my works, occasionally in equal roles. If you are looking for very dark or evil Bucky themes you wonât find them in my works. There will be some Bucky AU fics.
OFCs in my stories are often named with physical descriptions. It doesnât mean I try to exclude anyone. It just means Iâm old school and learned to write in 1st person or 3rd person POV with named and described characters. I do not use Y/N.
Most stories are rated PG 13. If you are a minor, please DO NOT INTERACT with stories marked as 18+. There is a reason they are marked. Please respect that. If you follow me and do not have an age indicated in your bio, you will be blocked.
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Wattpad is my main platform, followed by AO3 and some things on FanFiction.net; username for all of them is sjsmith56. All MCU characters are the property of Marvel / Disney, as are portions of the movie plots reused in my stories. I claim ownership of all original characters and plot lines. Please do not copy and paste or translate my works for posting in other platforms.
One Shots
Short Fiction / Multi-part Fiction
Novels / Collections
âTis the Season compilation of winter/ Christmas themed Bucky Barnes fics
The Gotham Girl and the Farm Golden Retriever - Part 2
The Burden of Love (with +18) - Part 1
What I Almost Lost - Part 2
Home Is You - Part 3
Smallville Summers (Part 1)
The Heart He Chooses (Part 2)
Under the Smallville Sky (Part 3)
Good Enough - Part 1
The Taste of Tomorrow - Part 2
Tailored Lies - Part 1
Echoes of Love Lost - Part 2
Loving You Quietly - Part 1?
The Space Between Us - Part 2
Maybe in Another Life - Part 1?
Love Stronger Than Kryptonite - Part 2
Draw Me Like a Secret - Part 1 ?
Your Superman Was Always Clark - Part 2 +18
đ Headcanons:
Clark Kent in Love
Clark Kent in Love PT. 2
Clark Kent loves you like thisâŠ
Clark Kent as a Husband
Angry Clark Kent Exists in the Shadows
Clark Kent with an Introverted Partner
âš Protagonist with Powers or Destiny:
Among spider webs
Blooming Secrets
Destined Again
Between the Sun and Eternity
đ€Ž Dad!Clark Kent Collection
The Life He Always Dreamed Of
The Weight of Love
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chapter one: "the dragon in human form; white feathers & black flames." (part one)
synopsis: after years spent behind the walls of her father's secluded castle, the gates finally open, welcoming guests from throughout all of westeros. amongst those guests, is aerion targaryen, beautiful and brilliant. unfortunately, you've always had a penchant for beautiful things. even if they're dangerous.
tags/warnings: SLOW BURN, like the slowest burn ever, arranged political alliances, aerion being aerion (yes this is a warning,) royal ball/gala is a huge part of the plot, small tones of obsession from aerion, aerion doing those weird tongue flicks, as well as a cliffhanger at the end. and other stuff i missed. read the prologue bc u will NOT understand what's going on if u don't.
word count: 5.4k
author's note: there are very subtle elements pulled from the story of swan lake!! i always thought aerion reminded me of a swan lol. i really enjoyed writing this and i hope u enjoy reading it. this will have a part two!! reblogs and any interaction is appreciated!!
as the mid-day began to settle in, just teetering on the edge of sunset, you found yourself tucked away in one of the much quieter rooms of the palace, a leather-backed book placed absentmindedly in your lap. you were not fully registering nor reading the words on the page, per se, just letting the words and vivid imagery cloud your head as the afternoon warmth began to shine in through the stained glass window just beside you.Â
a content, almost sleepy sigh came from you, and just as you were beginning to drift off to that of a catnap, a soft yet urgent knock on the library doors awoke you back into reality.Â
âmy lady? may i come in?âÂ
the words of your handmaiden were never rushed, as nothing at the castle ever was. time was so valuable, and it seemed a person was granted so little of it.Â
âyou may.â you did not look up immediately, gentle hands closing the reading and mentally noting to return to those pages laterâthe sound of a small creak as the door opened. although, there was something different about her mannerisms today. almost as if there had been some sort of shift in the air.Â
her hands were folded neatly in front of her, lingering just longer than usual in her spot a few feet away from you, as if she was trying to find the correct words to speak.Â
that alone made you look up, paying her the respect of your gaze, noticing the rather serious expression on your face.Â
âhave you been searching for me?â you asked lightly, eyebrows gently furrowed as you tried to place the mood of the conversation. your handmaidens were usually always cheery and you hoped they had not grown afraid to speak with you about serious matters.
just as the silence hung in the air for a beat longer, she began to speak; âyour father requests your presence, my lady.âÂ
your fingers gently curled around the edge of that now seemingly uninteresting book laid in your lap, attention sharpening at the nature of her words. what on earth was so urgent? â..does he?âÂ
another pause followed your speech, looking over to the side with a small sigh, thoughts beginning to race within your head.Â
âhe says it is rather important, your highness.âÂ
that was new, because âimportantâ things did not reach you here. at least, not in the way the reached the rest of the world; youâve grown accustomed to rather dull days.Â
then, you stood up slowly, smoothing out the silken fabric to your gown, which was more of a habitual gesture than something attempting to fix your appearance.Â
âi suppose i shall not keep the king waiting,â you said, a small smile on your face, trying to almost ease whatever sort of tension that was in the air. beginning to tress outside of the room, you passed her, flashing her a quick smile, hoping to falsely convey that you were not nervous by any means.Â
she watched you for half a second longer than normal, as if she already was aware of what was to come. and, if it had caused the castle to shift even the slightest bit; perhaps that meant good news. something was about to change.Â
as you began to tress throughout what seemed like endless hallways, you noticed things that had simply never been there before. and, those things were not hard to miss in the slightest, given these walls are the only thing you had grown to remember without fault.Â
looking to your right, you paused in your tracks to take a quick glance outside of a large window in the foyer, and to your surprise.. there seemed to be what looked like dozens of castle servants handling banners, trimming rosebushes, tending to things that had been long overgrown.Â
you silently reminded yourself what you had even been meaning to do in the first place, picking up the fabric to your gown, footsteps much quicker nowâalmost like a small run, which was uncharacteristic for you. especially in these halls.Â
finally drawing upon the large door to your fathers chambers, your hands were softly placed palm-flat against the carved wood, pushing it open with an almost child-like curiosity. before you spoke, you stepped one foot into his quarters, beginning to speak as you closed the door behind you.Â
âfather? you wished to see me,â you softly began, gaze down at the ground for a moment as you smoothed out your dress, before your head tilted up to see your father across the room. his hands were clasped behind his back, curtains drawn fully open to let the sunlight in, which was so strange. any other time he would have had those curtains drawn closed tightly, collecting dust and waiting for the next time to be used.Â
it seemed he was watching the same thing you had been so perplexed about on your way here, paying close attention to the servants who were currently at work, which was quite earnestly the first time they had tended to any vines that tressed up the cobblestone walls or paid any attention to the flora and fauna in years.Â
he seemed rather calm, but almost too collected. as if he were trying to contain his nerves. a heavy sigh came from his lungs, head dipping to look at the ground for a split second, before he halfway-turned his body to look at you, even though he had avoided making any eye contact at first.
you made soft yet cautious footsteps towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, as if touch alone could somehow change the lamentable mood he was currently in. âwhat troubles you, father?â you said softly, head slightly tilted as you looked up at him with an almost worried expression.Â
âmy daughter,â he started, his voice taking upon a tone of what seemed like he was reminiscing on something. âyou deserve much more than the isolation of these walls.â he continued, emphasis on those last few words that left his mouth. you gave him a small nod, communicating understanding of his words.Â
âwe cannot remain something of a legend forever,â he started, only the slightest bit of shakiness in his voice. a tone that only you would even begin to understand. âit is time the gates opened again.âÂ
for a moment, you were dumbfounded. the gates? open? ..for all of westeros? such a thing was almost unheard of. your eyes narrowed for a moment, looking over at the busy servants just outside, and then returning your gaze to your dear father.Â
ânow is not the time to jest, father..â something in you began to play it off as some strange joke, but not because you did not believe him. it was simply because it was the only rational way to react after spending years alone, taking the same pathways, reading the same novels repeatedly.Â
âjest?â a warm, deep laugh came from his chest, almost husky due to his age. âdear child, the invitations have already begun to be drafted.â his words caught you off guardâthere really was to be a gathering. a grand one. âthis is a need for visibility. our alliances have weakened, and we must regain our house reputation.â
the thought of it was simply unfathomable. you began to imagine platters upon platters filled with exotic foods, chandeliers coming out of the dungeon, and the old ballroom you loved so dearly to become restored.Â
you began to become overjoyed, an unmistakable smile crossing your face, an almost excited laugh coming from you. âoh, it shall be simply grand!â you exclaimed, suddenly lunging slightly forward to watch antique glassware and blossomed flowers being transported throughout the castle. your father began to speak, opening his mouth, yet your curious mind had already started racing.Â
âwill there be music? oh, and dancing?â it sounds almost captivating, but alas, he knew you needed to realize you were not exactly familiar with what you were rushing to step into. âand what of the guests; who shall be attending? how many people?âÂ
he gently paused your excitement with a soft tone, reminding you that this was only the preparation. âmy dearest, you must be patient. i shall not bore you with any details.â he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. âthe seamstresses and dressmakers will be arriving shortly. there will be no further questioning.â
a small, defeated sigh came from you, but the smile on your face could fool your father any day of your true emotions. âyes, father.. i understand.â you said gently, recollecting your thoughts and dimming your excitement. yet, that was only for a moment.Â
you began to realize he was not forcing change upon you. he was allowing you to accept it, and by the nature of your response, he knew he had made the right decision.Â
it was only a moment longer before you quickly gave your father a tight embrace, incredibly grateful for the opportunity he has granted you with, even if it was for reasons other than simply allowing you to experience what life has withheld from you. âthank you, father. i shall be on my best behaviour, iâm sure of it.â you let go after a moment, flashing him a quick smile, before being on your way out of his chambers.Â
as you made your way towards the foyer, you were careful to pick your dress up, pacing down a flight of marble stairsâcaucious not to slip. on your path down the stairs, you passed multiple servants and handmaidens, all busied with some sort of task that entailed decorating the palace to its entirety.Â
after making a turn towards the entrance of your private quarters, a group of at least five women were already sorting through fabrics and threads, a quarter of the expanse of your rather large room occupied by seamstresses. âah, there she is. your majesty, come forth, will you?âÂ
one of the older women motioned with a hand for you to come closer, taking a step back to allow you to stand in front of a large, multi-framed mirror that covered almost the entirety of the wall. you flashed her a quick smile, allowing her to take whatever measurements she needed from you. âdid you have any ideas in mind, my lady?â she said to you, granting you creative liberty to some extent.
you took a moment to think, unsure of what you would be expected or even want to wear to such an event where royals were expected to attend.Â
âperhaps.. white. a beautiful, pure white gown.â you said softly, looking at yourself in the mirror in front of you in attempts to take into account your features. although, the answer was subtly shocking to the older woman. âwhite, your majesty? wonât you want to reserve that for your day of wed?âÂ
you shook your head slightly, a smile crossing your face. âwell, i do not assume i shall be married soon, or ever, for that matter. especially not in these.. circumstances.â your thought process was simple; it would most certainly not be easy for any man of high status to marry a princess who has never made any court appearances or even been seen by outsiders.Â
your remark had gained the interest of two younger seamstresses who were currently pinning fabric together, beginning to form the underskirt to your gown near the back of the room, âi beg to differ, i heard lords from the capital are attending,â one of them started, her tone rather matter-of-fact, assuming youâd be potentially courted by many suitors.Â
a small laugh came from the other. âi heard this is to be the largest gathering since the tourney at ashford meadow,â she said with a grin, seemingly feeding on quick court-gossip. this earned a shock from the other seamstress, beginning to sew ornate stones onto a section of fabric. âone of the dragon princes are attending.. the house targaryen rarely travels west.â
that remark in particular had caught you off guard. you simply had to know more.
âthe dragon prince?â you questioned, looking over at them over your shoulder. you had only heard brief mention of any house relating to dragons from your father, when you would eavesdrop on meeting as a little girl. the same dressmaker who had been adding little crystals to the gown came closer, holding up fabrics next to you, seeing what would look best.
âyouâll know him when you see him. snow-white hair.. like that of an old valyrian painting.â she whispered, making this prince sound more like a rumour than a royal. you hadnât thought that the realm was nearly this complicated. she began to speak once more; âhe isââ
the older seamstress gave them a scorning look, reminding them that it was not by any means in good taste to gossip about seemingly one of the most influential house names. âgirls. i shall remind you we did not come here to speak in poor taste.â after that warning, the room went quiet aside from the sound of pins occasionally dropping, or the sound of heavy fabric.
softly, you turn back to the mirror, not a sound leaving your mouth, silently thinking to yourself. what was such a matter with this family name, and why on earth were they so important? it seemed you would have to wait for the day to come.Â
attempting to break the silence, you speak softly, an innocent question leaving your mouth.
â..what silhouettes are they wearing this season?â
and so, over the course of weeks, the castle changed in ways you could not even begin to fathom prior to the engagement. the change was not all at once, or loud, or gaudy.. it began to change in pieces.Â
you had been awake for hours, currently sat at your vanity, simply awaiting the unveiling of the dress you waited weeks for. the conversation you had with those two nosy seamstresses still never failed to cloud your mind, with all the talk of high-ranking lords and ladies, making you much more nervous than excited for a court appearance after many years in solitude.Â
the hour was growing late, and the sun had set hours ago, the castle now illuminated with golden candelabras and blown glass lanterns. it was something you only could have imagined in a painted memory. below you, you could hear the faint clanking of metal trays and silverware, paced footsteps moving with an unfamiliar purpose.Â
you had been awake since dawn, simply listening to the sounds coming from outside your door.Â
a soft knock came upon your door, waking you out of a sort of subconscious daydream. âyour evening gown is finished, my lady.â
excitement began to take over the feelings of nervousness, turning slightly towards your door. years of wearing the same light, simply tailored gowns had made you look forward to the arrival of such a grand dress.
you stood slowly as the door opened to many familiar facesâthen another, and another. not just your usual handmaidens that always greeted you in the morning time, but others too. the women carried what seemed like never-ending fabrics, boxes tied with ribbon, and a small tray of what looked like pale feathers.Â
the dress was not unveiled all at once; first came the fabric. âoh, it is divine.. theyâve outdone themselves.â you said, as your fingers brushed along the satin fabric. âcareful,â one of the handmaidens said, earning a soft laugh from you. was it improper to touch the dress you were soon to be wearing?
âis it fragile?â you said, with a slight smile.Â
âno, your majesty. just important.â
and with that, they helped you dress slowly, as they always did, but today there was a difference in their movements. there was more attention and much more precision. as if every aspect mattered in a way it hadnât before, like you were not simply getting dressed, but prepared.Â
the fabric settled over you, the gown having an undeniable weight to it. the laces of the corset-style waist were tightened and tied with care, little white plumes intricately placed upon the bodice.Â
just as you were beginning to take a longing look at yourself in the mirror, a servant rushed in, pausing at the doorframe.Â
âmy lady, you must make haste. guests are beginning to arrive.â
you could already hear the strum of violins and the chatter of royal guests downstairs. before leaving the quiet familiarity of your room, you take one last look, allowing yourself to smooth out the silk fabric of your dress and adjust the boned bodice holding the structure together.Â
and with that, pushing aside any nervousness or uncertainty, you begin to make hurried footsteps to the ballroom. along your path, you passed many servants carrying refreshments and trays, the heightened smell of rosebuds wafting throughout the halls, and the sound of music getting increasingly easier to hear as you get closer and closer.
before entering what seemed like something out of a storybook, you turned your quick footsteps into slower, more purposeful ones. there was booming laughter and glasses clinking, just behind massive wooden doors; to which were already propped open.Â
stepping inside the warmly-lit gathering, your presence does not go unnoticed.Â
the volume of some nearby conversations begin to falter, some heads turning to feast upon what exactly the reach had been keeping locked away for so long. out of the corner of your eye, you see another nudge the lord beside him, though you decide to ignore it. many women smiled at you, though, some filled with envy.Â
you gravitated towards the end of the room, taking hold of a stem of wine, swishing it within the glass before taking a quick sip. for someone who had such a lavish party in their honour, you didnât quite see any familiar faces.Â
your footsteps were slow, simply listening to conversations happening near you.. talk of alliances, how horrible the last tourney was, an arranged marriage. all things very common for court. while your eyes drifted over the grand floral arrangements, something caught your eye. silver hair. and not the old, aging kind of silver. pure white.Â
suddenly a thought from weeks before rang into your ears, almost as if you began to remember something crucial, when that seamstress had mentioned âsnow-white hair.â your memories began to fall into place, taking a long and good look at the figure across the room. if your eyes were not deceiving you, he looked around to be twenty years old. perhaps the dragon prince was not all myth.Â
and perhaps you had been looking a bit too long, which granted you a cock of his eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as if looking you over. setting his wine down on the table next to him, within a blink of the eye he was beginning to move.Â
you turned around, in attempts to walk around the crowd rather than through itâyour father right behind you. âshe looks just like her mother.â he was standing with a few other lords; all in jewel tones of red, yellow, and green. one of them began to whisper to the other next to him, another speaking; âah, here she is. sheâs been hiding from us all night.â
his remark gained boastful laughter from the men with him, all smiles, to which you cannot place were genuine or if they had ulterior motives. you silently cursed him within your head, given you had completely lost track of a certain white-haired prince.Â
âwhy, yes⊠yes. i do suppose iâve been in hiding.â you said with a forced smile, eyes darting around as you endlessly searched a crowd full of individuals for one. and yet, it was as if he had vanished within thin air. how hard was it to misplace someone so striking?Â
your father began to speak again. about what, you had no idea. your mind was certainly elsewhere. without taking a second thought to think of what he was speaking of, you agreed by nodding your head.Â
after a moment, you excused yourselfâthere were much bigger things at hand here. âexcuse me.â you said, beginning to pace your way through the crowd, pardoning yourself for being in someone's way more times than you could count.Â
soon enough, you found yourself on the other side of the room. standing just quite in front of the âelusiveâ figure youâd been trying to track down all night.Â
your first mistake was thinking he would make attempts to introduce himself first. he simply.. leaned against the wall, eyebrows furrowed as he studied you, deciding if you were worthwhile.
he seemed beautiful and charismatic, yet there was most certainly something off, shown within the way he exuded a harsh sort of stillness while the gala around him was soft and warm.
breaking the silence, you began to speakâbefore he got to it first.
âyouâre not what i expected,â he said, his tone rather matter-of-fact, taking a small sip of wine whilst his eyes never let up from your complexion.Â
your hands remained folded together in front of you, resting on the fabric of your gown. whatever did he mean by that?
âand what is it that you were supposed to expect?â you added, your head slightly lifting to actually make attempts to make eye contact, your question coming off as charming.Â
âsomeone timid.â he said, before allowing a beat of silence, looking down into his glass filled with crimson liquid. âthough you interest me in conversation.â
your eyes narrowed for a moment, beginning to experience a feeling you couldnât quite place. perhaps a bit of excitement was misplaced as nervousness.Â
â..would you rather me hadnât, your grace?â you replied, a bit of playfulness in your tone, clearly, you werenât intimidated.Â
there was a long pause, before he spoke once more.
âno.â the prince quipped back, rather quickly, like he knew what he wanted to say before you were finished with your sentence. like he didnât have to think about it.Â
alas, you wanted to know more, the result of the conversation was not quite satisfactory.Â
you began to speak, though it was hard to ignore you were being almost studied with every movement of your mouth. âmay i ask you something?âÂ
âyou already have,â he said, gaining a very subtle roll of your eyes at him. were all princes so persistently irksome?Â
he noticed your little face of irritation, almost smiling to himself. âanother question, then. go on.â it seemed he strictly carried the conversation, not the other way around.Â
you tilted your head to the side, your gaze looking off in a different direction as you spoke. âhave you always enjoyed making strangers uncomfortable, my lord?â after those last few words, you returned your focus of sight onto his face.Â
undoubtedly, there was an unmistakable smirk painted upon his pale complexion. the tiniest smirk, like he somehow found it humorous.
he didnât look away when he spoke, not even for a moment, like the act of watching you was part of the conversation itself.
âyou speak as though discomfort is always an insult,â he said at last, voice low enough that it barely had to compete with the noise behind him. âit is not.â
your fingers had begun to adjust the fabric of your gown, finding something else to occupy your racing mind with. you allowed the moment of silence to stretch just long enough so it felt more intentional.. and less like you were at a loss for words.
âthen.. what is it?â you asked him. his eyes briefly flickered down your hands, watching the movement of gentle fingers, as if he was mentally noting something that other people would ignore.Â
âtestimony,â he started, his tone stating his words rather simply. âof truth. or, lack of it.âÂ
his words made you pause. whatever was he hinting at? your expression shifted, quite obviously, before you could begin to control it. a hint of a laugh came from you, followed by an exhale. because, honestly, how else were you supposed to react?
âso.. you go around looking for truths to collect?â you said, your tone was rather light in the way that was careful, âhow very devoted of you.âÂ
at your remark, something changed within his expression. it wasnât anything of warmth or amusement, at least in any familiar sense.. it was more like recognition. like what you said had very closely met the mark than you intended it to.Â
âonly the ones worth listening to.â he began, that same unchanging tone of his in those words. your gaze had stayed on him much longer than etiquette would have most likely advised you, as well as the fact that you did not exactly know where boundaries sat in a conversation like this.Â
âand what makes mine listening to, my lord?â you asked, a small smile on your face as the corners of your mouth curled up. and, for the first time, he looked away from you.Â
it wasnât a retreat for the conversation by far, much more like a deliberate pause. he looked down into his goblet of wine, as if the answers he was searching for would be found within the reflection of the red liquid. it was almost as if the conversation had ended in being strictly theoretical.Â
then, without lifting his head, he spoke. âyou assume the question was meant to flatter you.â with a movement of his jaw, his tongue flicked within the inside of his mouth, as if tasting the remnants of the blood-red wine left upon his gums. strangely enough, the mannerism akin to a reptile.Â
it was so faint, that if you were not watching closely enough, it would have gone unnoticed. unfortunately, you were. and it did not feel like an entirely human gesture. your mind traced back to prior conversations, remembering how the dressmaker had referred to him as the âdragon prince.â it was true that his peculiar movements did strike you as dragon-like.Â
âi found the remark to be quite flattering,â you said, your words coming easily. it was curious in a way that betrayed any thought wondering if curiosity was permitted.Â
for a moment, he did not respond. it was as if the question had not offended him or caught him off guard in any way, it was simply as if what you had said was able to redirect his thoughts on the conversationâand, undoubtedly, you as well.Â
his gaze lifted once more, studying you with a different sort of interest. he was not simply registering your emotions, or picking apart what you were replying, there was a quiet interest in the way he was taking in every feature about you.
now, that should have made you uncomfortable. but, it made you far less sensible, making you much more curious in return.Â
your smile shifted slightly, no longer just polite, but with an air of self-assurance, given the fact you had potentially caught his eye. âyou are looking at me as though iâve said something interesting,â you said.
though, it was not quite a question. he did not look away from you once, yet, his eyes had become focused on each individual feature, like he was trying to piece something together.Â
âyou have.â he replied, his words simple yet immediate. there was no hesitation laced within his words, which only heightened your curiosity.Â
you exhaled through your nose, a faint laugh forming without any bit of resistance. âthat is not something i hear often,â you admitted, tilting your head slightly as your gaze now stayed firmly on him. âusually i am told the opposite.â
there was a very small pause from him at your words. âthe opposite,â he repeated, unsure of what may be his motives at this rate.Â
you lightly nodded, once, as though your admission was something unremarkable. âthat i am.. expected to be quieter,â you said, trying to briefly find the correct phrasing, though now tone suggested you were not particularly concerned with perfecting your speech. âless noticeable, perhaps.â
you watched him carefully as you spoke; but not out of fear of his reply or the nature of what he may be thinking. (thought, the potential of his thoughts did interest you.) it was merely because he had begun to react in ways that other noble suitors would not. if he could even be considered a âsuitor.â
he absorbed your notion as if it mattered. âand do you try to be?â he questioned, yet the words had landed differently than any previous statement, it was directly giving you a choice as to how you planned to answer.Â
âwell, no,â you said, rather honestly. âi think i simply have not had much reason to be otherwise.â your words fell more freely after you spoke, shoulders shrugging for a moment, a breath leaving your lungs that you were not exactly aware you were holding in.Â
that gained you silence from him. though, short-lived silence.
not exactly the bad kind, but his attention had shifted much closer to you, even though neither of you had moved any closerâor any further, for that matter. âyouâd be mistaken.â he said, gaining a quick quip of your brow.Â
âwould i?â you questioned, words coming out more inquisitive than you intended.Â
he held your gaze, eyes narrowed by a hair, as if he was studying your features once more. beginning to take a quick sip of his wine, those eyes of his hadnât left you for a moment.Â
âyou are noticeable regardless,â he said. it should have sounded flat, but it was anything but. his words sounded definitive, like he already had made a decision about you long before you were aware of what it entailed.Â
for a moment, you did not respond. but out of hesitation or anything trivial, but because his admission made you suddenly aware of yourself in a way you had not been before. because there was a simple fact; he was looking at you like you were distinct.Â
your gaze matched his own more steadily, head tilted slightly to the side, beginning to feel your curiosity shift into something much more deliberate. âthat could mean many things, my lord.â you replied.
âit does.â he agreed, his attention not shifting within the slightest.Â
you kept your posture rather composed, yet something within you had shifted, beginning to realize that this was becoming something much more than casual banter. your fingers had started to adjust faintly against your gown.Â
âyou were not meant to be seen often,â he said, as if continuing a thought he had already deemed true. âor you would not react like this.â
you blinked a few times, almost as if batting your eyesâminus the flirtatiousness. you were not used to a man, or a prince for that matter, reading you so well.Â
his eyes lowered; but not to your fidgeting hands. he began to focus on the change of your expression, almost silently triumphant in his head that he had managed to have any sort of upper hand over the conversation.
very subtly, he took a step forward. it was not yet invading any personal space, but it was rather close to being deemed intimate. when he spoke again, his voice was quieter;
âwho keeps you hidden?âÂ
your lips parted, almost at a loss for words. âmy father," you said at last, though the words felt strange to say out loud. "he believed it.. safer."
the prince regarded your response for a moment, at first, saying nothing. his features conveyed something of no surprise. âi thought as much.âÂ
he paused for a moment, granting a beat of silence, which could have been for emphasis on his statement. his eyes narrowed for a split second, thoughtfully tracing the inner ridge of his teeth with his tongue.Â
âit is a shame.â he stated, the nature of his words catching you off-guard. you were not sure how to react.Â
your brows gently knitted together, deciding to dig a hint deeper, your inquisitiveness rather apparent. â..what is?âÂ
for what felt like the first time during the conversation since youâve begun to speak.. he did not have an immediate answer. uncharacteristically, he began to search for the correct words, though it seemed several possibilities had crossed his mind before one seemed worthy of being spoken.
âthat something so..â he began, head tilting just slightly to the side, almost as if he was studying you intently. âremarkable..âÂ
there was another short pause before he spoke again.
â..has been hidden behind stone walls for so long.âÂ
closing notes: did u guys like this or love it. there will be more coming VERY soon. bc i am nowhere near being done w this plot LOLLL dont be shy comment or mssg with any suggestions!!! DONT kill me for the cliffhanger.
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synopsis: aerion cares for his cousin-wife as she suffers from dragon dreams. f!reader. (18+)
she's my wife by @cosmictheo
synopsis: while lunching in the red keepâs gardens with the targaryens, ser duncan spots prince aerion behaving like a civilized man beside a kind, sun-bright lady. bewildered by the rare sight, poor dunk assumes she must be prince baelorâs daughter, patient and too compassionateâbecause surely no woman of sound mind would choose to spend time in aerionâs company on purpose. f!reader.
growing strong by @catbayunthestoryteller
synopsis: once married against both of your wishes, learning how to charm a targaryen prince as mad as aerion is not easy, unless you know exactly how to play the game. f!reader. (18+)
lead guitarist by @drqcaryz
synopsis: it was meant to be just a fling, just a little fun and something to take the stress away but you two got carried away, and well that was a shitty mistake. modern au. f!reader. (18+)
