You are standing beside the princess, watching her enjoy the different storefronts and displays. As her lady-in-waiting and a trusted friend, she asked you to accompany her to the market. The princess wants to hold a closer relationship with her people, so she makes it a routine to visit the market.
You enjoy the little downtime and the connection to the familiar surroundings, it being your home before you moved into the castle to serve the royal family. The princess knew about your upbringing and begged you the first few times to show her the hidden and special places in the city.
A few steps behind you there are Steve and Bucky, watching the crowd around them, searching for possible threats. As personal guards assigned to the princess, they are always on these trips with you, keeping the princess safe as per order by the king.
They might be annoying, Bucky more so than Steve, but they stay true to their duty and you don’t have a moment where you feel unsafe when they are around.
Steve Rogers holds the reputation of the Captain, being the leader of the guards and fighting in the various battles your kingdom partook in, he earned respect and the necessary skill to be one of the personal guards to the most prized treasure the king holds: the princess.
You had the pleasure to meet him when you were relatively new in the castle, roaming around the halls and searching for the library.
That was also when you met the second guard in the duo, the famous James Barnes, called Bucky or the ‘White Wolf’. He is Steve’s best friend and after a fallout and many painful twists and turns, he got pardoned by the king, and because of his skill in fighting brought him into the duty of protecting the princess too.
Where Steve was the so-called, golden boy, Bucky was perceived as the opposite, the dark and brooding type. You agree that he has a staring problem when he is not fond of his counterpart and he has a dark past he still tries to shake and understand. Bucky fights his demons, but he right his wrongs in the best ways he can, most of the time pushing himself to the limit.
You can’t count the many times you have seen him in the middle of the night, alone on the training grounds, probably shaken up by nightmares and guilt. You joined him one time, ushering him into the kitchen for some calming tea and quiet conversation. After that night you get into a little routine when duties keep you up longer and Bucky is reliving his past.
Sometimes you caught him lingering outside the room you are in or beside the kitchen, greeting you with a tired, but honest smile and a cheeky comment.
You both developed a relationship with that little tradition, which got picked up by a few people around you. The maids love to chatter and gossip about you and Bucky, the tension between you. Every time you roll your eyes and walk off, not wanting to get into the middle of it.
Bucky doesn’t help, seemingly reveling in the rumors and worsening them with his cheeky, nearly flirty comments and the closeness he shows sometimes. Every push back you tried, only seems to bring him closer to you.
Sometimes you catch yourself thinking about the rumors. You notice the way Bucky lingers close to you, especially when you are out with the princess. The time you mostly think back to is when you had a close call while at a ball. A few assassins got into the festivities and tried to take out the royal family. You had the misfortune that you were too close to the princess, taking a cut from a dagger trying to protect your lady.
Bucky was by your side in a matter of seconds, cutting down the enemies and then standing in front of you, tending to your emotional and physical state.
The rage and concern in his eye were clearly visible, his hands on your skin heated from the battle. The days after the attack, you noticed that Bucky was much closer to you than before. Taking some chores from you and stepping in when somebody gave you a hard time.
You felt the flutter in your chest the moment he stood in front of you, shielding you from the enemy. The intensity in his eyes caused your chest to tighten and your heart to quicken its pace.
You tried to create a distance between you and Bucky afterward. However, he wouldn’t let you and you had to confront those feelings you harbored. Time and status just were never right, so you shoved down the fluttering and resorted to teasing each other.
The princess gasps and steps to another stall, making you smile at the excitement and innocence she shows when the advisors and her teachers aren’t around.
You let your eyes wander around the marketplace, taking in the different items for purchase and the people milling around.
A pushcart with some simple handmade jewelry catches your eye. You tap Bucky on the shoulder before pointing in the direction of the merchant.
“I want to take a look there. Don’t wait for me, I will catch up.”
Bucky glances at the stall and you take this moment to turn and walk away from the three.
Your lady didn’t even notice you leaving, too engrossed in a conversation with Steve about some books. You noticed the connection that is slowly growing between them, the closeness they share.
The merchant perks up when you get closer, the smile on his face growing with the prospect of a purchase made by you.
The jewelry is simple and mostly made from silver pieces. Some bracelets, brochs and many little trinkets. You have some money to spend on yourself, some pay for your work with the princess. Normally you save it, but you are really playing with the idea of buying a bracelet.
Lost in your contemplation you don’t notice the footsteps behind you, accompanied by the light clanking of metal on metal. Bucky stops beside you and the movement makes you look up, a frown etching into your face.
“Why are you following me? You should be with the princess.”
Bucky seems to ignore your question, instead picking up a silver woven bracelet from the display. You huff and look around him to see where Steve and the princess are, making sure at least one of the personal guards is fulfilling his order.
“You were ordered to protect the princess. You can’t just leave her for-”
“For what?”, Bucky turns to you after placing some coins for the other man to pick up.
“Don’t talk like you are replaceable. I was ordered to protect you both, doll. The princess and her lady-in-waiting. But even if I wasn’t”, he gently lays a hand on your elbow and lifts your arm. His warm fingers glide over your skin, leaving a trail of heat behind and you meet his blue eyes. Bucky is looking at you, not wavering a bit until he holds your hand, fingers seemingly trailing over the back of your hand without a thought.
“Even if protecting you wasn’t an order I received, I wouldn’t stray from your side.”
You hold his gaze while he says that, heart pounding in your chest and skin warming under the gentleness that settles in his eyes. You have never seen him look at someone like that.
A cold sensation on your wrist shocks your system and you feel the metal on your skin, the coldness disappearing under Bucky’s hand adjusting the bracelet.
“My loyalty and my body belong to the royal family, but my heart and soul belong to you only, my doll. Let this bracelet be a reminder of this truth and my feelings towards you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat at those words and the way he lifts your hand and presses a kiss on the back of it, all while holding eye contact.
The Razor Crest was quiet, the wind howling outside the metal slaps and sometimes it seems like the old, trusty ship is groaning under the weight of its age and the many stowed away crates.
The Mandalorian was out on a bounty hunt, the need for money and the dwindling supplies putting him back into business with his original profession before he became a full-time father of a foundling.
That also meant that you were alone with said foundling, currently cooing at the shiny round ball from the cockpit. He grabbed it with his powers when you weren’t looking, meaning that either you or the child will get in trouble when Mando comes back.
Quietly humming to yourself while the baby is playing, you reorganize the crates. Over time many trinkets and other small things accumulated, getting haphazardly thrown into boxes to not clutter the small space of the ship.
Sometimes you think about the three of you as some trinkets who were thrown together too. Some lost people that found each other in the vast space of the big universe.
The Mandalorian was on cruising through space by himself, subconsciously trying to find a purpose in this big world, finding it when he didn’t expect it and holding strong to his creed.
The child was lost and alone, being captured and used like no creature of his stature and mental development should ever be treated. But he found a man that he trusted and loved after some time, a strong Mandalorian that took him in and cared for him.
And you found both of them when a bounty hunt went wrong for the trained hunter, leaving him in a predicament that you helped him shoot out of. Mando was suspicious about you at first, but it melted when he saw you take a blaster shoot into your shoulder to protect the baby. He took you onto his ship, helped you recover and since then you stay with the strange father-son duo.
Lost and found, like the many trinkets you rummage through in the crate. You brush through metal parts, cables, little trinkets from different species, and many more. Some catching your interest and you take them out of the box, catching the eye of the child who stopped playing to join you.
He coos and tilts his head, his big eyes watching you curiously, before drifting to the many things on the floor. Something shiny catches his eye and he scrambles for it, shoving it in his mouth.
“Stop. It’s dirty”, you scold softly and take it from him, ignoring the whine from the child. Instead, you are focused on the rectangular object in your hand, a display on one side and two cords hanging from the end.
“Is that…”, you frown and turn the device in your hands, finding the little button on the side and clicking it. Immediately the screen lights up and you gasp, making the child crawl into your lap and cooing interested.
“It’s an old audiobulb.”
A list of songs appears on the screen and you quickly take one of the cords with the earbuds to your ear, clicking one and hoping it will still work after so many times. They discontinued the production of this particular music player sometime after the Clone Wars, mostly because it combusted easily when handled wrongly.
A green hand paws at the cord and you grin down at the kid, taking the other cord and carefully putting the earbud into his big ear.
Praying that it wouldn’t decide to do that, you hold your breath and listen carefully.
A static noise fills your ears before some soft tones follow and you cheer, happy that you found such a treasure among the cluster here.
“You hear that? That’s some old music.”
A soft coo follows and then you both concentrate on the music playing in your ears, slowly swaying to the more catchy ones.
Din huffs when he sees the Razor Crest safe and sound where he left it. The bounty was a stubborn one and brought friends to back him up, which didn’t help much because he is now floating behind the Mandalorian in carbonite.
The money from his head would hold them over for a while now, granted they didn’t have any big repairs in the near future.
Mando steps closer to the ship, glancing inside and then stopping in his tracks. The back ramp is open because you like to have the option of letting as much fresh air in as possible. But that’s not what he is frowning at, no, it’s the sight of you and the child dancing around the ship.
You are holding the womp rat in your arms and twirl around, mouthing words to him that Din can’t hear. The child is giggling and clapping at you, having the time of his life, it seems.
Din feels a smile tug at his lips at the sight, his sore muscles relaxing some and he shakes his head. You were a type of character that he didn’t see often in these times anymore.
Strong and stubborn when in battle or when you want something, but also gentle and sweet when it was just the three of you. It made his heart clench in his chest, reminding him of the feeling of his mother still beside him. Something that he can’t give the child and while he likes your companion as a fighter, he also loves that you give the baby the love Din can’t really put into words or actions.
Moments like these, Din standing outside the ramp, not being noticed by a swaying you and a giggling baby, these moments are precious and sparse in his life, in all your lives.
Slowly he walks up the ramp, careful to not startle you but the baby sees him approaching and coos loudly, reaching out to the Mandalorian.
You feel the movement of the child in your arms and turn to the ramp, seeing the familiar beskar armor of your Mandalorian.
A large grin is etched on your face, pushing sweaty hair from your forehead and you let the kid down, taking the earbuds from him first.
Quickly the green bean waddles to his dad, arms outstretched and babbling loudly. Mando takes him up and his helmet turns to you again, making you almost feel his eyes on you through the glass in his visor.
The song ends in your ear and you take the earbuds out, smiling at the man before you.
“I see you got the bounty”, you hum and lay the audiobulb down on a crate. Mando follows your movement and steps closer, the child still babbling in his hold and the carbonite floating behind him.
“Where did you find this?”, he takes the device in hand and you point to the crate you got it out of.
“Found it there. And before you say anything, I was careful. I know the battery likes to combust when it gets jolted too much.”
Mando glances up at you and nods before laying the audiobulb down again, setting the kid down and stowing away the bounty.
You look at the child as he waddles back to the music player, looking up at you with his big eyes, almost begging you for another dancing session.
A few days later you find a new music player laying on your cot, the child beside it and fiddling with the cords for the earbuds.
“We will take off now”, Mando informs you, and you nod, taking the device and grinning at the baby.
“I’m staying down here.”
“Be careful”, he answers and steps up the ladder into the cockpit.
Mando rummages around with the crates and you smile softly, knowing that he might have a hard shell but a really soft spot for the baby and maybe even you.
“Let’s dance, baby boy”, you take the baby, who squeals and try out your new audio player, not aware of the affectionate way the Mandalorian watches you sway and twirl with the baby.
Prompts:
73 “Trust me.”
13 “Your hands are always so cold.”
55 “God, stop doing that.”
It was a lazy evening in the Spellman household, something that didn’t happen over the last few months. After all that happened, you are all happy that it calmed down a lot.
Even when you only came back from abroad after all the events, you were happy to hear that everyone was alright and nobody was hurt badly.
You love the family, are a part of them now too. Since the day you said yes to Ambrose’s proposal. That was nearly 80 years ago and your plans of marrying got pushed in the background when Ambrose decided to nearly blow up the Vatican. You remember the day, you were still in bed when he kneeled down beside the bed and kissed your forehead.
Saying that he will be gone for a while, that you don’t have to worry about him. He will be back and then you would finish planning the wedding.
Only that this time never came and he was bound to the Spellman Mortuary, not able to leave the property. You followed him and he wouldn’t tell you whose idea it was. But no matter how angry and worried you were, you didn’t leave him.
Ambrose insisted that you will only marry once he finished his sentence, he wants to be a free man when he takes you as his partner for life.
Years went by and you both decided that it would be good for you when you go out and see the world. He doesn’t want you to be cooped up like him.
You fought in the beginning, but you gave in, knowing that in order to make him not go crazy you will bring him things from all over the world.
Being a witch helped you immensely, you could astral project yourself into his room and show him the things you bought. Sometimes Ambrose would wake up to a new item beside his bed, teleported from you to him.
After all the fighting and stress of the last few weeks, the Spellman’s decided to take it slow for a while.
Sabrina goes to ‘The school of unseen arts’, Aunt Zelda takes care of the baby and Aunt Hilda works in the cafe and goes on dates with her boss.
Ambrose and you have a lot to catch up on, from the happenings in Greendale, his work at the school and your travelings.
You stayed in bed for a few days, not able to or wanting to move away from each other. And you enjoy the calm and closeness to the other person.
It’s early noon when you feel something cold trail over your arm, making goosebumps appear on your skin and a shiver run down your back.
You try to squirm away from the sensation, but an arm slung around your waist keeps you pressed to a warm chest.
“‘rose”, you mumble sleepily and the man beside you chuckles softly, his fingers tapping a rhythm into your skin.
“Yes, darling?”, he hums softly and presses a kiss to your head, relishing in the fact that you are in his arms again.
“You have to stop doing this”, you grumble with a hoarse voice and he shuffles in the bed so he can look at you.
You peek up at him, the light filtered through the curtains making his skin glow even more than normal.
“What exactly?”
You nuzzle closer to him, a happy sigh leaving you when you hear his beating heart under your ear.
“Waking me up with your cold hands. How are they always so cold in the first place?”
Ambrose chuckles and strokes your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.
“Maybe all my warmth stays in my heart, heated up by your love”, he smirks and you snort a laugh.
“I forgot that you wrote a poetry book way back. You are cheesy, you know that?”, you kiss his jaw and stretch, groaning when your bones pop.
Ambrose watches you and hums softly, crossing his arms under his head when you prop yourself up on your elbows.
“It’s already 11 in the morning. Maybe we should get up.”
“And do what, love? Go down to the kitchen and rot in this house”, he scoffs and you hear the bitterness in his voice.
Sighing you scoot closer to him and lean down, gently kissing his lips.
“You know that I didn’t mean it like that, Ambrose. And you can go to the school now too. And you have a familiar. You are so much closer to your complete freedom.”
He stays silent for a bit, watching you and you smile softly.
“You are right”, he kisses you again and then sits up, scratching his back.
“No need in dwelling in this misery when I finally have my fiancee by my side again. Let’s go and see what Auntie Hilda left for us in the kitchen.”
Ambrose stands up and takes your hands, helping you off the mattress, making you stumble into his chest from the quick movement.
“Hey there”, he grins and you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hello, handsome. Care for some breakfast”, you ask and Ambrose nods, grabbing your robe and presenting it to you so you can slip in.
Clad in comfy clothes and robes, you make your way to the kitchen. The smell of some tea and something you can only describe as home wafts around you and you sigh softly.
“Everything alright?”, Ambrose asks and you nod, a smile on your face and you grab a cup and the kettle.
“Just happy that I’m home again.”
“Home?”
You sit down and grab one of the pastries Aunt Hilda left behind for you, sipping a bit from the tea.
“Yes, home.”
Ambrose sits down beside you and you lean closer to him, relishing in the way he warms you from the outside while the tea does the work from the inside.
It’s quiet for a while, you both took your time with eating and drinking. It’s not uncomfortable and you love the silence.
Even when Ambrose hates his sentence and you can understand his dislike towards it, it’s still something that allows you both to just laze around without being judged.
“Do you trust me?”, Ambrose asks after a while and you frown, looking up at him.
You see that he means it, that the answer to his question is important to you, so you lay down the newspaper and face him.
“I do, Ambrose. I trust you with my life”, you take his hand and he smiles, a sad tug of his lips.
“Even after all these years, even after we had to call off the wedding?”
“Yes, I love and trust you completely, Ambrose Spellman. I will wait 100 years more if I have to until I can call you my husband.”
He strokes his finger over the ring he gave you when he proposed and you never took it off since then, your devotion to the warlock endlessly.
“You don’t have to wait for so long anymore”, he looks into your eyes again and sees your questioning and hopeful look.
“I’m not fully free yet, but I’m closer. And… I talked to the High Priest”, he clears his throat and cups your cheeks, a smile tugging on his lips.
“Do you want to marry me, (y/n)? Finally be a Spellman, not only in heart but also in name. The High Priest will wait for us this evening if you want to pull through with the marriage.”
“Ambrose…”, you are speechless, your mind and heart racing. Could it be? Could your dream finally come true?
“You mean it?”
Ambrose smiles and nods, tears swimming in his eyes and you throw your arms around him.
“Yes, yes. I want to marry you”, you choke back the tears and pull back, peppering his face with kisses.
He chuckles under your assault and captures your lips with his, the kiss salty from the happy tears and sweet from all the promises.
“I love you”, he whispers and you smile at him.
Your hands are clasped into his and you really try to focus on the words of the High Priest, but your mind is filled with Ambrose. How beautiful he looks in his suit and how bright his smile is, how warm his hands are for once.
It’s perfect and you feel the tears brimming your eyes. Ambrose smiles and wipes his thumb under your eye, catching the tears.
“You may kiss the bride”, Father Blackwood says and Ambrose doesn’t have to be told twice.
He leans forward and meets your lips, the kiss sealing your unholy marriage, marking the start of your life as a Spellman.
“I love you, Ambrose Spellman”, you sob and he smiles with teary eyes.
“I love you too, (y/n) Spellman. And I will never stop loving you. Thank you for allowing me this freedom.”
Prompt: “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”
Word Count: 1490
A/N: This is my first fanfiction on here. I hope you like it.
Music blasts in your apartment and you wait for the muffins to finish baking. The delicious treat already smells like heaven and you are excited to try them.
Humming along to the music you wash the used dishes, happily swinging your hips.
Over the loud song, you nearly missed the knock on your apartment door. Sighing you turn down the music a bit and dry your hands.
“Coming”, you call out and walk to the door, taking a look through the fish eye.
Blue eyes and brown tied back hair, all completed by an amazing jawline, shit!
Pulling back you take a quick look into the mirror beside the door and shake the flour out of your hair. Patting down your clothes you take a deep breath and put on your most charming smile.
Then you finally open the door and come face to face with the person you have a crush on.
Bucky Barnes, a neighbor of yours and one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.
You spend many nights thinking about the things you would do with him and not all of them are innocent.
But sadly you never took the courage and talked with him more than the normal 'Hey' and 'How are you?'.
So him standing at your door is both exciting and confusing.
“Hey, Bucky”, you greet him and he smiles this god damn dazzling smile of his.
“(Y/n). This may sound strange considering we never talk much”, Bucky clears his throat and rubs his neck. “But can I ask you a favor?”
You frown but nod. “Go on.”
Bucky takes a deep breath and smiles an apologetic smile, already sorry for the weird following question.
“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?”
Well, not what you expected and you feel your chest grow heavy on the fact that he has a date, but how could you say no to this man.
Especially when he wants to strip down in your apartment... Okay, calm down.
“Oh, sure. Of course, you can use my shower to get ready for your date.”
He looks relieved and pulls you into a surprise hug.
“Thank you. I will get my clothes, just wait a moment.”
And with that he is off to his apartment and you are frozen in shock, his warmth still tingling on your body.
You are way too infatuated with this man and now he will use your shower... to get ready for a date.
Only moments later Bucky is back, a neatly folded outfit in his hands and a smile on his face.
“I will be quick, don't worry.”
You wave him off and he steps in, looking around. His eyes drink in your choice of decoration and you feel slightly anxious.
“Did you bake something?”, he asks and sniffs the air, the scent of the muffins intensified because they are nearly done.
“Yeah, Pina Colada muffins”, you answer and in this moment the timer goes off. You walk into the kitchen and take a look into the oven, satisfied with the color of the muffins.
You turn off the oven and take your oven mitts to pull the treats out.
“They look amazing”, Bucky stands beside you and you smile at his compliment.
“Wait 'til you tasted one. They are heavenly.”
Bucky chuckles and you take a look at him, remembering why he is here.
“Ah, the bathroom is down the hall on the right side, second door. Towels are under the sink in the cabinet.”
“Right. Thank you, (y/n)”, surprisingly he sounds a bit sad but you shake it off as wishful thinking and watch him move away from you into the hall.
Sighing you pop the muffins out of the tray and set them onto a cooling rack.
You hear the water starting and you have to really concentrate to not think about Bucky stripping and the water droplets running down his body.
Shit, why can't you control your mind when it comes to him?
His blue eyes are like the ocean on a windy day and his body is godlike. His muscles rippling under his shirts when he crosses his arms over his chest.
The metal arm is something else, captivating and you would love to know how it feels on your skin.
And there goes your mind again, into the spiral of not so innocent imagines.
“Uhm... (y/n)?”
His voice startles you out of your thoughts and you whirl around only to see his... naked chest.
Oh god!
Water drops cling to his skin, making it shimmer in the sunlight streaming in from your window. Are the heavens against you right now?
“I forgot my hairdryer. Can I use yours?”, he rubs his wet hair with a towel and you see his muscles moving under his skin.
“Sure”, you squeak out, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Left side of the mirror cabinet.”
He smiles at you again and you shallow hard.
“Thank you. I owe you.”
His backside is just as amazing as his front and you have to look away while he walks back into the bathroom.
You have to remember that he has a date, with a woman, tonight. He is not yours and you don't even think that you are his type. You saw the women he brought home, they are not you.
But still... you would give a lot to have him going on a date with you.
“How pathetic”, you chide yourself and turn back to the muffins, taking one.
After eating it, you go back to washing the rest of the dishes.
Ten minutes later Bucky comes down the hall into the kitchen again. Clean and clothed handsomely.
The combination of the dark blue undershirt and the lighter blue jeans shirt is casual but nonetheless fitting for him. The black jeans hug his legs perfectly and his hair is combed back, a few strands hanging in his eyes which he pushes away.
“Done?”, you ask and throw the little towel you dried the dishes with on the counter.
He nods and looks at the muffins, seemingly deciding if he should ask you if he can take a taste or not.
You push the rack towards him, saying that he can have one if he wants to.
“Thanks”, he grabs one and bites into it, humming in delight at the taste.
“You were right, these are amazing.”
You take a glance at the clock and turn back to Bucky.
“When is your date?”
He looks up at the clock too and frowns. “In half an hour. I should leave. Sorry and thanks, (y/n).”
Another muffin finds its way into his hand and he grins. “I will take this.”
“Do that, it's fine.”
You lead him back to the front door and wave goodbye before closing the door and sighing.
This was a rollercoaster of emotions right there. Hopefully, he will come back sometime else, with more time and another reason.
The next day comes around and you are on your way to work when you meet the landlord. Remembering Bucky's broken shower you walk towards him and mention it to him.
He thanks you and you leave for work.
Later that day you get a message from your landlord saying that the shower is completely fine.
This confuses you, why would Bucky come to you if his shower is okay? But you push it aside, concentrating on your work again.
Finally, you finish and go home again, softly humming and thinking about the few left muffins you still have in your kitchen.
“Yesterday was fun. We should do this again sometime, Buck.”
You stop at the male voice, your mind reeling.
Did Bucky go on a date with a man? Is he bi?
“Shut up, Sam, I didn't think that it was fun that Steve got himself drunk. Whining about his ex.”
That was Bucky.
So it was not a date? It was just an evening with his boys.
And his shower was okay, too.
Did he trick you?
“How did my idea go, by the way?”, Sam asks and you hear Bucky choking, probably on his own spit.
“I still can't believe you got me to go to her and ask to shower in her apartment. But it went well”, he answers and you gasp.
He tricked you!
“Well, you didn't man up and told her you liked her and you lost the bet to me, so...”
A blush forms on your cheeks and you decided that you heard enough. Quickly you slip into your apartment and lean against the door.
Bucky likes you.
And he tricked you into showering in your apartment. But most importantly... he likes you too.
A/N: This is the last part. Thank you for following this adventure. And if you want to be tranfered from one taglist to another, send me an ask.
Love you~
Hours, days, weeks and months pass and your life turned around completely after the first few weeks Bucky left you.
From the deep sorrow sprung a happiness you never knew. A happiness in form of the little baby in your arms.
The small healthy boy was born only two months ago and you love him like you loved his father. You named him Tayte Jamesson.
He is your happiness, so it's natural to call him 'happy'.
You haven't seen or heard from Bucky since he left and you don't even know if he still remembers you. Sure, you would like for him to meet his son, but you aren't married, Tayte is a bastard son and you don't know if he would accept the little boy.
And maybe he already got a small family of his now, found a woman matching his worth and you are nothing more than a memory.
You decided to start your journey to Kattegat today, wanting to have your little boy blessed by the chieftain, so he will have the possibility of being a warrior someday.
You pack your bag and gently set Tayte in the makeshift baby sling on your chest and poke his nose, he wrinkles it in response and tries to grab your finger.
A smile blooms on your lips and you would never give this boy away, even if Bucky would order you to. He is yours and you will protect him.
The trip is difficult, Tayte making a fuss more than once and you have to travel with some merchants on the way because you fear getting ambushed when you move alone.
But after two days you finally arrive in Kattegat, the bigger village a mess of men and women, merchants and the docks are filled with fish.
You feel uncomfortable and hold Tayte closer to you, seeking comfort in the little piece of home with you.
Being alone so long made you blind to groups and you hate the bustling, nearly stumbling into a group of men and you apologize quickly before moving on.
Why did you decide to suddenly come here?
Looking down at the brown fuzzy head of your baby you remember and push through your discomfort and walk to the hut of the chieftain.
Luckily he blesses your son without any troubles regarding the missing man beside you and you are quickly out of there, seeking shelter in a more secluded corner.
Tayte fusses in the sling and you gently stroke his head, whispering comforting words to him and bouncing him. He gurgles softly, making you smile.
A group of men catch your eye and you watch them walking towards you, they laugh and talk to each other when the two men in front step to the side and you can see the third male between them.
Brown, long hair, small braids in them, a neatly trimmed beard and these blue eyes.
You couldn't forget them if you would want and you think about running off when he suddenly meets your eyes. And you freeze, pressing Tayte's head to your chest and just watch the man.
He seems to have stopped thinking too and musters you, eyes catching on the little bundle on your chest and he swallows.
His friends frown and look past him, seeing you and smirk knowingly. The blond male pushes Bucky towards you and he stumbles, catching himself in front of you.
You see his eyes roaming your face and then focus on the baby he can now see.
He got stronger since the last time you saw him, his shoulder and arms pressing tighter against the jerkin and fur on his body, his legs looking like they could crush a man's head and you swallow hard, suddenly remembering how it was to lay underneath him, feeling his body work on you.
“You look beautiful, little doll.”
You snap your gaze up and meet his soft smile, his blue eyes shimmering with adoration.
“Thank you, James.”
He frowns softly at the use of his real name and plays with the pommel of his sword, gaze flitting to the baby again, before you can see it trail to your hand, searching for the ring that would tell him all.
“I'm not wedded to someone”, you answer his unspoken question to the lack of said golden band on your finger.
He nods and looks at Tayte again. “So he is a bastard?”
You swallow but can't deny the truth and nod, feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders, knowing the next few questions he will utter.
“Is it...”, he takes a deep breath and you look at him, can't quite place the look on his face. But you know what he wants to ask and you aren't sure if it would be wise to tell him the truth.
That yes, this was the result of you bedding each other.
“Bucky”, the blonde male from before walks up to him and leans over his shoulder, smiling at you.
“Steve”, Bucky answers softly, lightly annoyed that he interrupted.
“Is that the maiden that put your whole life around in only a few days?”, a dark skinned other warrior steps beside the two and grins at you.
You shrink back at the proximity of the men and protectively cradle your baby against your chest.
Bucky shoves the man and hisses something at him and you catch that his name is Sam.
Steve musters you and points to Tayte. “Did you bring him to the chieftain?”
You nod and he hums gently, asking if he can see the little boy. Bucky and Sam are still verbally arguing and you show Tayte to Steve.
The blond has a calmer presence around him, something more gentle and you trust him.
Steve takes a quick look and hums surprised, but a smile on his face.
“He's his son, isn't he?”, he whispers to you and you duck your head, nodding gently and Steve pats your head.
“You should tell him”, he chuckles and looks at Bucky. “He was different after he suddenly came back to Kattegat. We already thought he was dead, but then he told us about his rescue by a goddess in the forest and we thought he went insane.”
You blush, not knowing what to say to this story. Maybe Steve is just lying to you to make you tell Bucky.
“He had a history of taking whores to his bed but he stopped after he came back, it was like he suddenly was another man. I don't know what you did, woman, but he is praying a lot more to Odin and Thor, always talking about you and pleading them to keep you safe.”
Steve hums softly and chuckles, having said what he wanted to and finally makes his way to break off the fight that is on the verge of breaking into one with fists.
Bucky huffs and shoves his friends away before coming back to you and trying to catch a glimpse at your son.
“How did you name it?”
“Him. Tayte...”, you pause and take a deep breath, before finally admitting the truth. “Jamesson.”
Bucky blinks and lets the name roll from his lips again, slowly realizing the weight of the full name.
“James... He is mine?”, his voice is heavy with confusion and you nod.
“He is mine”, he repeats it a few times, before he stops and stares at you. You swallow and shift under his gaze, not sure what he will do next.
He could order you to leave his sight and to take Tayte with you. You would have to care for him yourself and since your family is dead, it will be more difficult. Or he could accept the baby boy as his and help you raise him.
“Would you marry me?”
The question knocks the breath out of you and you are the one staring at him this time.
“What?”
Bucky smiles softly and gently lays a hand on Tayte's head, stroking the brown fuzzy hair. The baby opens his eyes, soft blue like his father's and smiles a toothless smile.
“I asked if you would marry me, (y/n).”
This time he is looking at you and you see the love and pure happiness in his eyes, the softness of his expression and you nod, like under a trance.
Bucky laughs and pulls you into a hug, careful not you crush Tayte and kisses your head. He pushes his nose into your hair and inhales deeply.
“I missed you, little doll.”
You smile and hold onto his jerkin, tears starting to form in your eyes. “I did too, Bucky. I apologize for pushing you away.”
He shakes his head and pulls back, stroking your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, a groan leaving the back of his throat. He licks his lips when he releases your lips and you smile up at him.
“It's alright. We are together now, little doll”, he looks at Tayte and kisses his head. “And I will swear to protect you both.”
You just watch the loving look on his face, when he takes Tayte from the sling and gently cradles him in his arm, the small baby looking even more precious in the arms of this man.
Bucky grins and turns to his friends.
“Let's drink, my friends. I will get wedded to this goddess and have a strong son”, he pulls you into his side and you chuckle softly.
Steve and Sam grin at each other and cheer before turning and hurrying to the next tavern, ready to get some beers into their bodies.
Bucky hums and kisses your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.
“I love you, my little doll.”
You smile softly and press your lips to his palm.
“I love you too, my strong warrior.”
While you both walk into the tavern, you hear a falcon scream and you smile softly. Freyja surely loved to play with you both and in the end she decided to choose your fate in your all favor.
Inspiration: This actually came out of a roleplay with the amazing @catalinaacosta. And she gave me the permission to write it down.
Check her out if you want to. She is a big Loki and Tom Hiddelston fan and just a really sweet and gentle soul.
(PS: Love you, darling.)
Once again you stand in front of the jewelry store and look down at the green emerald behind the window. You didn't really want it, but the color draws you to it, setting something off inside your chest.
Something that resembles familiarity, a longing for something you don't know.
It started a few weeks back, you woke up one day and had the feeling something was missing. Your heart ached for some reason and to this day you don't know why.
But your body stops you when you see some specific things.
Dark green, a black cat, the snake ring from your friend, the fake decorative dagger you saw in one of the shops and some more make you feel like you forgot something important.
You tried to talk with your friends about it but they looked at you like you made a joke and shook their heads, they don't know what that could be.
Logic won over time and you forgot about this strange feeling, pushing past the things that make your chest squeeze painfully.
Now it's easier to just walk away from these things, your mind not filled with the questions and doubts.
But this emerald caught your attention again, something deeper resonates inside you. Your hand wanders to your neck and you shortly wonder where your necklace is.
But in the next moment, you shake your head, thinking how stupid you were. You don't have a necklace, only wear them for special occasions.
Why did you think you would wear one?
Your eyes flicker from the stone to the window and you gasp when you see a man watching you in the reflection.
Quickly turning around you try to make out the person but he is gone. Like he was never even there in the first place.
Black long hair and blue eyes.
Your head starts hurting the longer you think about it and you stumble against the window behind you.
People around you watch in confusion and some in concern but you can't stop yourself from looking at the place this man stood before.
You know him, you are sure about that.
A few days later you gather all your photo albums, even asking your mom if she still has some, and search through them.
Your goal is the black haired, blue eyed man but no matter how many pictures you see and how many memories you live through again, there is nothing.
Nothing about this mysterious, familiar man.
The next step was looking through your celebrity crushes and movies you watched, but still... Nothing.
Did you only imagine the man? Maybe he was one of your forgotten imaginary childhood friends?
But you can't imagine that the younger you made up such a mature and regal man.
You feel yourself getting worked up and decide to push the whole topic aside for a while. Just to gather your calm and thoughts again.
You walk to your kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee, the smell calming you down a bit more.
Suddenly a light touch on your waist lets you freeze and you look down, not seeing anything, but when you look back to the kitchen counter there lays a necklace with a little emerald heart.
Taking it gently into your hand you muster it, feeling the smooth stone and a smile plays on your lips.
You know this necklace, it was yours. Someone gave it to you..
Someone important to you.
But who?
“You still don't remember?”
The sudden smooth voice lets you whirl around and there he was again. The mysterious man from before, clad in dark green and black, his eyes studying you.
He sits on one of the kitchen stools, his legs crossed and his face pulled into a frown, clearly displeased.
“Who are you?”, you ask breathless, surprisingly you don't feel fear or any other discomfort towards this man. He broke into your apartment but still, your heart is racing for another reason.
Something warmer and bordering on love.
He chuckles softly, a sad undertone swinging with the melodic sound.
Slowly he stands up and walks towards you, his hands gently reaching out to you. They land on your cheek and you lean into his touch almost immediately.
He laughs again and smiles at you.
“Even when you don't know me, you still love my touch.”
His blue eyes bore into yours and you watch him. He seems so familiar and you feel like going crazy from not knowing why.
His touch is comforting, so deeply underlined with care and love from his side.
Why can't you remember this man, but your heart yearns for him?
“Who are you?”
You ask again, desperation in your voice and you plead him to tell you.
But he just smiles and shakes his head.
“I shouldn't even be here, love. There is a reason you don't remember me anymore.”
His fingers stroke your cheek and you see him glance at your lips.
“But I know you, don't I?”
A silence spreads between you, while you just look at each other and then he sighs.
“I should go. Farewell, darling.”
He pulls away and something inside you pushes you towards him.
“No. Stay, Loki.”
His shoulders stiffen and his eyes fill with hope while you just look at him, the name so right on your lips.
“You...”, he stops and looks at you, before shaking his head. “How did you know my name?”
“I-”, you lick your lips and look down. “I don't know. It felt right just now. Like I called it a thousand times already.”
“But you remember nothing more?”
You shake your head and at the same time tears fill your eyes, your heart, and mind crying out for the man in front of you.
“Why? Why can't I remember? I know that it was important, but I just can't.”
You bury your face in your hands and your knees buckle under the pressure to know what happened between you and this man.
Gentle hands catch you before you fall to the ground and slowly he kneels down with you, holding you tight to his chest.
He shushes you, whispering sweet nothings into your hair, pressing kisses on your head while you cry in his arms.
Cry over the feeling of having lost something important, over the memories you know are there but are just out of your reach. Over the shaking hands of the man holding you.
Minutes pass, maybe even hours until you calm down and press your face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of Loki.
You close your eyes and try another time to unseal the memories inside your mind.
“I'm so sorry, love. I love you”, Loki whispers softly and you snap your eyes open, looking into his teary blue eyes.
“It's okay. I don't blame you, Loki. I have a feeling that you meant well, you are a good man.”
He chuckles harshly, his throat closing from your words.
“You told me this so many times already and still... I couldn't protect you from harm. Am I really a good man if I can't save my love from pain?”
“You couldn't do anything to prevent me from getting hurt. You wanted to sacrifice yourself but your father wouldn't let you”, you trail off at the end, not sure where this came from.
Loki looks the same, his hands cupping your cheeks again and he watches you.
“Go on. Please, go on.”
You meet his eyes and suddenly pictures flood into your mind, pictures of a golden city, a library and lastly the dreadful last moments in the throne room. Odin sitting on his throne and ordering Loki to erase your memories of him and this place, of your love towards him.
The room was silent, the people staring at the confrontation between Loki and the All-Father. The air tense and you hold onto Loki's formal dress shirt, part to calm him down but also because you were afraid of the consequences the situation will bring.
Loki wanted you to meet his father, showing you off and maybe get the approval of his father to court you. But it didn't go as planned, Odin didn't approve and wanted to get rid of you.
You were just a small Midgardian in his eyes and nothing to fit his second son, to guide him back onto the lighter path after his redemption.
The prince didn't like it one bit and lost control of his emotions, screaming at his father and arguing with his decision.
From this point on things escalated quickly, Thor ushering the people away and Heimdall watching with a wise, but sad eye, already knowing where this is heading.
“If you can't learn your lesson and question the decision of your king you will suffer the consequences. I will erase her memory of you and this place and send her back home”, the voice of Odin booms in the room and shakes you to the core.
Fear grips you and you look up at Loki who is glaring at his father, his hands clenched into tight fists.
“If you want to punish me, then do it. But leave her out of this all”, he tries to reason, but you know that the word of the king is law here. Even Loki as a prince can't do anything against it.
You tug on his sleeve and he looks down at you.
“It's okay, Loki. I will take the punishment”, you say softly and he frowns, his face softening a bit.
“No, you don't have to, love. You are not at fault here.”
You shake your head and smile at him, ignoring the tears in your eyes.
“I don't want to see you hurt. Don't throw away the chance to redeem yourself only because you love me. Show them that you changed, that you are better than you were before”, you take his hand and lay it on your chest.
“I will lay my life down for you and my memories are just a little price to pay. I will still remember you, you are in my heart and nobody can take that away from me. So please, don't do something stupid, Loki.”
You see the conflict in his eyes but he sighs and nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I will find you again, love”, he whispers and you smile through the tears streaming down your face.
“I know you will.”
He hugs you towards him, his warmth and scent embracing you for the last time before everything went black and you felt the memories draining from you.
“Loki”, you look at him and sob softly before throwing your arms around him, crying into his shoulder. “You came back.”
His grip tightens around you and you feel him breathing heavily, his heart beating against yours.
“I promised I would, love.”
You chuckle choked up but pull back and cup his face, kissing him deeply for the first time in what felt like decades.
Loki responds with the same passion holding you closer than ever to himself, swearing to himself that he would never let you leave his side. No matter what his father may say.
You are his and he doesn't want to lose the person who keeps him sane anymore.
“I love you”, you whisper against his lips and he smirks.
“I know, darling. I love you too.”
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