In Meadows
Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader
I kiss you with all the innocence I posses, you kiss me back with all your sin.
Petal’s love notes: I love a good medieval fantasy story 😋 this was quite tricky to write, but I hope you enjoy!
Summary: You both knew the roles you were destined to play. Duty is an all-too-familiar word that has been ingrained in you since the moment you were born. So why is your appointed knight making responsibility so difficult?
Word count: 8.2k
Warnings: 18+ mdni / fluff / angst / unrequited / forbidden love / smut! / oral (both receiving), unprotected p in v / no use of y/n
He is written in winter ink. He is the dark and shadowed corners of the night, the quiet warning before a storm.
You are written in sunbeams. The warmth after the cold winter night, a breeze that gently kisses the flowers to open and bloom.
He is your knight, you are his princess.
The meadows were always so beautiful this time of the year.
Being sealed within the cold stones of your castle has always the most difficult part of the blue bloodline you were born with.
Hence, why the meadow at its most flourished state has always been one of your greatest joys. The warmth of the sun, the colors around you, the vastness of the sky, they all make up for the time you are spent locked away.
"Princess, its time to go."
A gruff voice cuts behind you, snapping you out of rapture.
It is your knight, the shadow that has been trailing behind you for the past five years like a moving fortress, unyielding and shielding you from harms way.
"Bucky," you reply with a gentle whine, tone eloquent and soft. "You can't possible ask me to go back now, its the first day of blooming season."
Bucky sighs at your stubbornness, eyes closed and head hung downwards. There is a furrow in his brows as he readies himself to do this all-too-familiar dance with you once again.
"Princess," he says sternly, yet not enough to overstep. "Must I remind you again to address me properly? I am on duty."
You huff at that, eyes still focused on the colorful petals scattered by your side. "But you're always on duty."
He doesn't correct you because you're not wrong. Looking after the princess is an around the clock job that he has devoted his life to, but he does not answer to that.
"Come, now." Bucky says with firmer requisition. "Allow me to escort you home."
At the finality of his words, you decide to turn and look back at your knight.
He stands behind you only paces away, as usual, never any further nor any closer than that. Clad in silver armor which contrasts his dark hair and shadowed eyes which stare down deeply at you.
You shudder at the sight, not out of fear, but because of the familiar yet overwhelming sense of devotion your knight has for you. This man has been raised to be undeniably yours the moment he was born. His father was the devoted knight of your mother before he died in battle, hence his eagerness to follow in his footsteps.
The code of knights is one that you are no stranger to. Chivalry and duty to the crown, a recollection of their oath echoes in your memory. You've attended multiple knighting ceremonies to remember it by now.
Chivalry and duty to the crown. It was a promise to bleed for you, to die for you.
But sometimes, you like to indulge yourself with the thought of Bucky's devotion extending beyond his code.
"Alright, alright." You say grumpily, getting up at dusting of flower petals from the expensive silk of your dress. "I'm coming, Sir James."
You finally comply with his request to be addressed formally, but not without an eyeroll and a tiny tantrum.
A ghost of a smile etches itself on Bucky's face that you think that you imagined it.
But the softening of his eyes on you is hard to miss.
Five years of being shadowed by Bucky has allowed you to study and understand him despite his preference for silence. You know that he finds irritation in royals who speak in loud and obnoxious volumes. You know that he finds amusement in your bratty nature that only seems to come out when you are alone with him.
You know that he finds peace and solace when he has to accompany you to the meadows that you frequent, that he doesn't want to leave this area yet, just as much as you do.
"Can we come back tomorrow?" There is a wishful tone to your voice that you know Bucky can't resist.
"Of course, Princess. Anything you want." He says with promise. Bucky offers a hand out for you to take to guide you out of the flower patch, still maintaining his respectful distance from you.
"But for now we really need to go back. You're needed at the royal court." He reminds you.
"I hate those."
"I know."
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"We have the Kingdom of Hydra knocking at our borders everyday, Your Majesty." a seasoned advisor preaches, looking up at your father who sits in the center throne beside you, while gesturing animatedly in the middle of the hall.
"They're after our Vibranium, just like everyone else." The King waves a hand at this. "How are our defenses fairing?"
Beside him, you and your mother listen to the exchange of power between the men. 'Let your father handle the war efforts,' she had taught you all those years ago, 'as women, our responsibility is to hold peace.'
You shift uncomfortably at the heated exchange, unsure what your role is in this hall except to sit down and live up to the vision of perfection the kingdom upholds you to.
In attempt to find comfort in your unease, your eyes drift to the side to find Bucky's. His broad figure is against the wall, in your corner of the room.
As if he immediately feels your gaze land on him, he shifts his eyes to meet yours and gives you a subtle nod of reassurance. A silent, secret language that has developed throughout the years you've spent together.
'You can do it, just a few minutes till court ends.' it's as if he tries to say.
'I know, but I can't take it anymore.' you blink up at him, absorbing his comforting gaze.
'I want to go back to the meadow with you.' is what you want to tell him, but there's only so much you can communicate with just a quick gaze.
"-should be time for the Princess to step up to her responsibility." the last bit of words coming out of the senior advisor's mouth snaps both you and Bucky out of the silent exhange.
You turn your attention back to the main hall in front of you, and are met with the full attention of the court. Beside you, your mother and father wear worried expressions.
"What?" Your small voice cuts through the heavy tension in the air.
The advisor sighs, obviously irked at your unreliability to focus on the court session. But why would you when these men never seem to care about the words of a woman?
"I was saying, Princess." His tone carries a hint of animosity in it. "That we can no longer keep up with protecting the borders from Hydra. It will end in blood bath with the way they are rapidly expanding their Kingdom."
Your father clenches his fists at this before speaking. "They just want our resources, right? Why don't we open the trade routes for Vibranium-"
"The atrocious Kingdom of Hydra will not stop there, Your Majesty."
You continue to wear a confused expression on your face as your father slumps back into his throne. He has always been an excellent king, so seeing him look so defeated worries you.
"...Father?" You whisper out to him.
All he gives you is an apologetic look.
"The best course of action for this is to seal an alliance with them. As I was saying, this should be the perfect time for the Princess to step up to her role as our symbol of diplomacy and peace... by matrimony" The advisor continues.
What?
You tenses once you come into realization with wide eyes. Beside you, your parents' carry wistful expressions as they fall into acceptance at the advisor's suggestion.
On your opposite side, you hear armor clink as the body underneath it stiffens.
Anger floods your veins almost instantly at how okay everyone seems to be with this... outrageous solution.
"You can't be serious?" you stand up from your smaller throne. "I am not going to be a peace treaty for those... barbarians! Father, tell them!"
"With all due respect, Princess. Your duty is to secure alliances for the Kingdom." The advisor bites back at your sudden outburst.
"I know that!" You admit to the obligation you've grown to painfully accept years ago "But not to these... sadistic savages!"
"Their Grace, Duke Fisk, should make an available bachelor for the matrimony." He ignores your argument by continuing on with his proposal to the King.
"He- He's twice my age!" This is too much. You're spiraling as the situation continues to get worse and worse. "Father, please say something! Tell him you do not agree!"
Desperately, you come to your knees in front of him, begging to get you out of this.
The King stays silent for a moment and the whole court waits for his response. He was never a cruel father to you, but duty and obligation came first for your family. He was always the King first.
"We must keep our Kingdom safe. It is of upmost importance right now. Draft the proposal for union." Your father gets up from his throne to walk past you and exit the hall, signaling the dismissal of court.
You stay frozen in front of the empty spot of where he once was as the crowd disperses almost immediately to make the arrangements.
"Oh, honey." Your mother kneels down beside you. "It will get better as the days pass, you'll see. Think about how many lives you will be saving." She coos.
You ignore her, continuing to let out soft sobs as the emptiness and despair you feel inside eating up at you.
The sound of heavy armor walks toward your pathetic figure on the floor.
"I'll take her from here, Your Majesty."
"Yes, thank you Sir James. She listens to you more than me." She tells him knowingly. "Look after her, alright?"
The look your mother gives him is one of familiar fondness. He has the same eyes as the knight that once looked after her before he fell.
"I will." Bucky replies.
He waits for the hall to clear out completely before kneeling down to your level.
"Princess." His gruff voice tries to get your attention. He tries to hide the pity in his voice the best he can.
You ignore him, still wallowing in your own misery.
"There's still a bit of light out, Princess." The tone he uses with you tries to be gentler now, attempting to be what you need at the moment despite his naturally brooding manner. "I'll take you back to the meadow. We still have time."
"No," you manage sniffle a response, "I-I'd like to be escorted to my chambers, please."
He respects your wishes obediently, just like he's supposed to.
"Anything you want, Princess."
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Bucky shuts your door gently, leaving you alone for now. Your soft cries muffled within the confines of your chambers.
He takes a step back from the barrier separating the both of you, and only then he finally lets his composure break.
He presses his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and lets out a deep, shaky exhale that has been stuck in his throat since the announcement was made at court.
"...Time for the Princess to step up to her role as our symbol of diplomacy and peace... by matrimony" the cruel words of the royal advisor rings in his ears like venom. They play on loop in his head.
He can feel his regularly collected mind begin to spiral on the sixth replay of those words, causing him to lean suddenly on the cold stone wall next to your door just to keep himself upright.
There is definitely shame in the current state he finds himself in.
Shattered, lost, devastatingly heartbroken.
But he had played his role so perfectly for years now. Been what you had needed him to be- your sword and shield, your protector, sworn to both death and devotion to you. Chivalry and duty to the crown.
A good knight. He's acted exactly the way his father had taught him.
Doesn't he deserve this one moment to wallow in his feelings?
"Fuck," Bucky mutters, hitting a fist at the cold stone wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He can feel himself slipping. The cold mask that he's worn around you slipping more and more with every break of his heart.
"Bucky, when you become a knight you have to be ready to fight. You have to be ready to die." He remembers the words of his father when he was just a squire training under him.
He was just a boy then, with great admiration for the royal guard. His father, after all, is the appointed knight of the queen. Sworn to her protection and devotion to be by her side at all times.
"You must put your hand over your wound and hold it there. Keep walking and fighting until you can guarantee the crown's safety. That will be your duty."
True to his word, his father had taken a sword to the heart by the enemy kingdom just after Bucky was knighted and appointed to you. He was protecting the queen till his very last breath.
His father's advice had pulled him through every difficult battles without fail, until now.
How is he supposed to put a hand over his wound, when the wound is deep inside his heart? How is he to keep fighting... When he knows you will be taken away from him in the end?
There was never a word of advice for this kind of battle.
But he's seen it before. Once, twice, maybe a few too many times.
The way he looks at his Princess when no one is watching is a similar look to the way he would catch his father's gaze lingering longingly at the queen.
"You never taught me this..." He whispers to the air, as if his words would reach the grave his father is buried in. He's mastered every art of the sword and chivalrous act that could be passed down to him. But to deal with the pain of seeing his Princess be married off? He was clueless.
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Getting out of bed the next day required the use of tremendous mental strength that you just didn't have. It's two clock strikes after breakfast, yet you lay still within you cocoon much to your lady-in-waiting's disapproval.
"Leave me alone, Nora! I told you I'm sick!" You feel a sense of guilt for yelling at the elderly maid for just doing her job.
Her kind eyes stare down at your sulking form buried under blankets and pillows with a pitiful expression. She has always been a mother figure to you, hence her ability to easily see through your white lies just to stay in bed longer.
Nora exits your chambers with a tired huff, greeting Bucky who's stationed outside your door.
"You get her up, Sir James. She'll listen to you." She lets out exhaustedly. "I'm getting too old to go back and forth with her now. You'll help an old woman out, won't you?"
That's exactly how you and Bucky find yourselves in your current predicament: blanket wrapped around you and clutched tightly into your fists, while he tugs at the other end with just enough force to nudge you.
"Come on, Princess-" He grunts, "quit giving Nora a hard time."
"I'm having a hard time." You bite back at him "Leave me alone, Bucky!"
It's almost comical, how his huge frame and otherwise terrifying demeanor looks like within the confines of your dainty and pink room.
You hear the sound of his metal arm shift, likely him running a hand through his hair in frustration. Both at your refusal to listen to him and your use of his nickname which is otherwise considered unprofessional.
"Come on," another irritating tug nudges you forward. "You're being a brat."
At that comment, you peak up at your knight who looms over you with an irked expression. It's a sight that would probably make you feel intimidated if it weren't for the feeling of safety his presence brings you.
"Is that any way to speak to royalty, Sir James?" You challenge him from under your covers.
"No. But you wouldn't tell on me."
"Who says I wouldn't tell on you?"
"You've never told on me before, Princess."
The way Bucky points out your fondness for him makes you feel instant embarrassment, which you hide with a scowl and an eye roll, ducking yourself under the covers once again.
Suddenly, the tugging on your blanket stops. You hear Bucky let out a tired sigh.
"Hey," he says in a gentler tone this time, trying a different approach. "What about I take you to the meadow again today, Princess? It's a nice day out."
Apparently, this is all it takes for you to agree to get out of bed. A mention of the meadow that you love and some time alone with your knight.
Bucky delivers the news of victory to Nora, who reenters your chambers again with newfound delight.
"That knight of yours, really!" She exclaims amusedly while brushing your hair. "Quite scary, isn't he? I knew his father back then. He too had that same brooding expression that he carried around everywhere."
This earns a soft laugh from you.
"That's just how Bucky is, Nora." You tell her with a warm tone at the mention of his name. "He's actually very sweet once you get to know him. Funny too."
Nora stares at you with a look of skepticism through the mirror as your use of such affectionate adjectives for the otherwise frightening knight.
"I believe that's just your soft spot talking, Princess." She teases you knowingly.
"What?! Nora!" The maid laughs at your flustered expression as you begin rambling about how you see him as nothing more than a companion and a friend. But she knows better.
"He's just like his father, after all." She whispers to herself sadly, a comment that you do not completely understand just yet.
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The shade of the tree covers the both of you as you sit amongst the brightly colored flowers. Pockets of sunbeam hit your skin through the little gaps of the foliage above.
A unfinished flower crown keeps your hands busy while Bucky lays against the bark of wood, maintaining his usual few paces of distance away from you.
"I could run away, you know?" You break the comfortable silence between the both of you with a ridiculous thought. "Run away and be rid of it all."
"Not happening, Princess." Bucky remains unfazed by your words with a nonchalant expression. He's much too used to your outrageous thoughts by now.
He's learned the hard way that it's better to entertain and go along with your crazy ideas than to ignore them, as doing so earns him a pouting Princess muttering about how he's 'no fun' and how she wants 'a change of knights'.
The last comment rubs him the wrong way.
At his rebuttal, you turn your attention away from your flower crown to look up at him with a frown. You're surprised to see him already lookin gat you from the corner of his eye, a relaxed expression on his face.
"I can! I'll climb out my window and everything." You argue back. It's obviously a joke, but there is a hint of honesty in your tone.
"You're clumsy. I'll hear you while you're trying to sneak out." Another instant shut down.
"But if I do manage to make it out of the palace-"
"I'll find you." He says almost instantly.
There was no winning this argument with him, making you groan and slouch back defeatedly. A faint huff of laughter is heard as Bucky finds amusement in your surrender.
It's silent again for a beat, before you decide to break it again. Shifting a little bit closer to him before you do.
"You can always try to steal me away too, you know?" any trace of banter is suddenly erased as pure honesty slips out this time from your lips. Your voice is soft. He hears it loud and clear.
Bucky's freezes at your suggestion. Eyes going wide as he looks up at you with longing.
"I-I think I'd go anywhere with you." You tell him shyly. "Even if it's just a small town... I'll learn how to cook for you, o-or you can teach me how to tend to the fields, or-"
You catch yourself spewing out nonsense, stopping yourself before you could embarrass yourself further.
Beside you, Bucky's heart is pounding in his ears. It's beating so much that he thinks if you were to put a hand over his chest, you'd feel it over the Vibranium armor.
This is just one of your outrageous thoughts that you expect him to entertain. He thinks to himself. You don't mean that.
He clears his throat before indulging in your request.
"Sure, Princess." He says with quiet promise and a soft, loving tone that he only has for you. "Anything you want."
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"Duke Fisk has agreed to the proposal" Your father tells you over dinner, making you tense.
It's been a few days since he sent out the proposal for union between your two Kingdoms. The news has finally sunk in, but has not gotten any easier to accept.
Your mother eyes you with a solemn expression. Day by day, the light has been dimming from your eyes as you grow closer to accepting your fate.
"I'm sorry, honey. We wish things could be different." She coos, sympathizing with you. "But you know our duty would never allow us to marry for love. This union is a necessity."
'Yes! Yes, I know that!' You want to scream at them. You've known this since you were a child. It's a fate that you've made peace with a long time ago.
'But why do I have to get married off to a tyrant!? I have the right to be angry!' Your brain continues to fight them for you, while you stay silent.
"We are taking care of the all arrangements as we speak." The royal herald speaks from his place next to the King. "The Duke Fisk will not be available until the day of the wedding, but he does want to know in advanced how the transportation of Vibranium will-"
You stand up abruptly at that.
Even your husband to be can't bother himself with meeting you before the wedding? The Duke does not even care to ask about you, and instead wants to discuss the Vibranium supply that he is marrying into.
The sudden action causes silence as all eyes turn towards you.
"I'm not hungry." You say bitterly, storming out of the dining hall and aggressively shoving the double doors leading towards the hallways.
The calls of your parents are left ignored as you keep your head down so that they don't see the angry tears rushing down your cheeks. You just needed to get away from everything.
Your violent exit is met with Bucky who was stationed right outside the door. Of course he's there, he always is. the presence that usually fills you with a sense of security is replaced by irritation.
"Don't follow me!" You order him just as he's about to walk towards you in concern.
"What?- Princess, wait." You hear his armor as he takes long strides to easily catch up with your brisk pace.
He continues following next to you despite your attempts to walk away from him. "I can't do that, Princess. You know I have to be with-"
"Leave me alone, Bucky!" you spin around to face him just as you make a turn towards an empty hallway.
He doesn't halt his steps in time. Your sudden movement causes him to crash into you accidentally.
The usual distance he tries so hard to place between you gets shortened into a breath. He stands so close now, that your chest nearly touches the suit of his armor.
Neither of you make an effort to correct the distance.
"Princess-" He breathes out.
"-Find her! King's orders!" You hear one of the palace guards command to his men.
The distraction is enough to make you jump, causing you to walk backwards away from Bucky in shock.
You don't get too far. Not when his cold metallic hand wraps around your waist, keeping you against him. Before you can question it, he's walking you backwards into a nearby alcove.
It's a dark and tight space. You're pressed between him and the wall as his dark armor makes the perfect camouflage for the both of you, shielding you from the passing guards.
You hear their footsteps come and go as they search the castle for the Princess who just stormed off.
"You'll get in trouble if they find out." You tell Bucky with a soft whisper. He's pressed up so close against you, that if he were to lean down just a bit, his lips would graze the crown of your head.
"Then we won't let them find out." He reassures you with a gruff whisper of his own. "You won't tell on me. Right?"
You look up to see him smiling fondly down at you. The distance doing nothing to calm your aching heart.
"I want to get out of here, please Bucky."
"Of course, Princess. Anything you want."
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Bucky leads you through the night, passing through all the dark corners with such stealth and fluidity, that you don't realize where he ends up taking you.
You're met with a small wooden door. A very modest looking one that you easily could've missed due to how mundane it looks next to the much grandeur doors you're used to.
"It leads outside," Bucky tells you in a hushed tone, as his hand continues to gently guide you towards it by the small of your back. "They won't notice we're gone if we take this exit."
He pushes the door open for you and you're instantly met with cool fresh air. Your lungs take fuller breaths now, helping you calm down from the events of today.
"Further down, Princess. Let's keep going." The hand at the small of your back continues its gentle hold on you.
You try your best not to show him just how much this newfound touch is affecting you. The hammering of your heart is easy enough to hide, but the same cannot be said for the blush on your cheeks.
Straight ahead is one of the castle's cast iron gazebos. It's placed so distantly away from the castle grounds, just outside the perimeter, that you almost forget that it's there.
The domed roof is decorated with intricate patterns. Untouched flowers and foliage cover the architecture from floor to ceiling
"You calm down better when you're around nature." Bucky notes as he watches you observe the location with awe "they'd check the meadow, but not here. It's practically forgotten."
Turning your attention away from the flowers, you face him with a hint of surprise in your expression. "How did you find it? I didn't even know we had a gazebo like this here."
"I like to get away when the thinking gets too much."
You let the familiar silence comfortably envelop the both of you, finally finding it in you to relax and let the reality of the situation you're in consume you.
The thoughts of duty, marriage, and unspoken feelings for your knight make your heart feel heavy once again. Making your eyes well up in shimmers as you try to fight them from falling.
You refuse to cry over this any more. Tears feel pointless now.
Bucky easily reads your thoughts through your expression. He feels it all in that moment; anger, hurt, frustration, and that thread of tenderness that never seems to leave when he looks at you.
He looks away, turning his gaze heavenward with a clenched jaw as he tries to compartmentalize his own emotions.
"You're making it damn hard for me not to take you up on that offer." the rasp of his voice cracks through you.
"What?"
"Stealing you away, Princess. You have no idea how bad I want to get you out of this mess."
A melancholic chuckle makes its way out of your mouth at that. Your hands play with a loose thread of your silk dress.
"Don't joke around like that, Bucky. I just might get my hopes up." But when you look up at him with a crinkle in the corner of your eyes, you see that he's not wearing the same joking expression.
He looks at you with his forehead creased, eyes filled with longing and flickers of desperation before he just breaks.
"I can't pretend anymore."
Before you can question what he means, he takes a few strides closer to you. The distance between you closes once again just as it did earlier in the hallway.
"Bucky-"
"You need to know that I care for you, Princess. Deeply. It's not just about my code- it's never been about that."
His voice breaks halfway as he confesses what he's been too afraid to speak out loud all these years.
"We- We can't, Bucky. What are you doing?" You bring up a hand to his chest in attempt to push him away, but he takes it as an opportunity to grab your wrist and keep you in place.
"Please. Please just listen to me." He says with more determination now.
Your silence is all he needs to keep going. He takes a deep breath before he does.
"You're everything, Princess. Everything." A hand reaches up to caress your cheek, while the other pulls you closer by the waist. "and I ache for you. It hurts, but I can't stand to be anything else but in love with you."
Bucky's confession is every impossible dream you've ever had. But as he lays his heart out to you, you can't help but feel your own break.
"I love you too, Bucky." you tell him with your own loving eyes reflecting back at him, pained with the need to turn him down. It's the right thing to do. "...But we-"
"Don't finish that sentence." He cuts off your rejection quickly.
Your breath hitches as he rests his forehead on yours, leaning you back until you're almost seated at the built-in bench of the gazebo's infrastructure. The flowers frame you for him, and he stares at the picture it paints for him in admiration.
"Just for tonight." He says softly, tightening his grip on you and leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek.
Warmth floods the area his lips meet. His lips trail lower to your jaw until his mouth closes around the pulse in your neck.
"We shouldn't, Bucky." but the words come out breathless as your head begins to spin from the pleasure. Actions don't match your resistance as you grant him more access to the column of your throat.
"Just for tonight," he repeats against your skin. "Let me pretend you're mine, Princess."
Your heart throbs at the word 'mine'. It's all you've ever wanted- but why does every kiss of his feel like he's letting you go?
Bucky's lips meet the corner of your mouth this time, getting so close to an actual kiss which makes you let out a gasp.
"I'll pretend you're mine as well." You answer back at him in a hushed whisper, expecting him to kiss you now at your compliance to his make-believe.
Instead, Bucky shakes his head in amusement at you.
"Princess, you don't need to pretend." His lips are inches away from you now. "I've always been yours."
The way Bucky kisses is not gentle. It's desperate and dangerous, a contrast to the way he takes care of you. There's absolutely nothing holding him back anymore from this moment that he has with you.
After all, you agreed to be his- even if it's just for tonight.
"You sure?" Bucky pulls away for a moment to ask you with a softness in his voice, as if he wasn't just kissing you like it was a lifeline.
"Yes. I'm sure." You tell him earnestly.
He wastes no time grabbing you by the nape of your neck to bring your lips back to his rougher this time.
Bucky is everywhere all at once.
HIs hands slip down to your ass, palming and groping, making you moan into his mouth. You're practically melting as all you can do is hold onto him and take it while he moves his lips down to your neck once again.
"Mine." He states with certainty. "You're mine. You love me."
"Yes, I'm yours. I love you." your hands glide up his hair as you're pushed further into the pillar of the gazebo, leaning all of your weight against it as he kisses lower and lower.
Your words make him moan into your skin, causing a shiver to course through you.
He's suddenly on his knees in front of you, tugging at his armor to let it fall down with a hard clank. You'd be worried about the noise it created, if it weren't for his hand suddenly trailing from your ankle to your knee, and back down again.
"I'm going to kiss you here, Princess. Are you okay with that?"
The small, shy nod of your head is enough for him to pull your dress up and to the side, making him groan at the bare sight of your slick before him.
Bucky's tongue runs up between your folds, circling your clit slowly. A loud, desperate moan comes out of you almost immediately at the contact.
You make contact with him as he stares up at you with affection from in between your thighs.
"You're doing so good, love... That's it." he praises you with a growl.
His fingers squeeze at your ass as he sucks your clit into his mouth. You feel how he envelops you with the warmth of his tongue pressing flat against it to flick up harshly, before sucking it once again.
The pattern continues until you're a wreck against him, whimpering and writhing. Bucky's metal arm holds you in place while the flesh of his other hand moves from your ass to push two fingers inside you.
It's amazing how he finds the spot you want him the most in almost instantly.
Bucky's pace increases as his fingers pump in and out of you, fucking you in perfect rhythm and coordination with his tongue. The feeling keeps building and building as you cry out, desperately tryin got chase more.
"O-oh, fuck. Bucky I'm-" you whimper, wound up so tightly that it feels hard to breathe. "I think I'm going to -"
The words never leave you as every part of you spasms. Your whole body is tingling and throbbing while Bucky continues to suck your clit deliciously, while his fingers continue to fuck into you.
You come with a scream of his name, a declaration of love, and a series of curses unfit for a princess.
Bucky cleans you diligently with his tongue patiently, coming up from his knees once he's sure he's collected every drop you gave him.
It takes you a few moments to recollect yourself from finishing on his tongue. Bucky is patient as he strokes your hair, waiting for me to calm down.
"Did so good for me, love." He whispers softly, "so beautiful, so fucking mine."
Once the aftershocks have passed, you decide to reach a hand down to palm him over his pants.
"Can I?" you ask Bucky shyly, worried about your lack of experience yet motivated by how much you want to return the favor.
He chuckles at your eagerness "No, we don't have to-"
"Please? I want to."
Before he can protest, you're already on your knees in front of him, eyeing the outline of his hardness through his pants. You can tell it's big, and the idea of his size makes you nevous.
"Y-you need to teach me, Bucky." you tell him timidly.
"Okay, Princess." he says with a gentle tone.
He takes himself out, tightening his fist around the base a few times and giving it a few pumps. He bends down to give you a kiss on your forehead "Tell me whenever you want to stop, alright?"
One hand positions itself at the back of your neck, while the other guides his dick to your mouth. "Stick your tongue out, baby."
You do as your told, and give the head of his dick some experimental licks before taking the tip into your mouth.
"Shiiiit" he moans. "Such a good girl, baby."
You continue to suck him off gently at first, while his hands find your hair as he continues to moan loudly. His reactions make you more confident in yourself as you take more of him in your mouth now, until he hits the back of your throat.
"Fuck yes, just like that." He groans.
You look up at him through your lashes as he makes experimental thrusts into your mouth. As you don't seem to object to this, he starts rutting into you now in rhythm. letting out satisfied grunts.
"Yes, god yes." He continues to chant, thrusting a few more times before pulling you up to your feet.
"I won't last if you keep that up." He pants. "I want to be inside you when I cum, Princess."
With one last check-in with you if you're sure, you feel him line himself up to your entrance.
"Gonna fuck this pussy like it's mine." he says as he puts the tip in, stretching you out as you feel the sudden weight of him inside you.
"F-fuck! Bucky!" You yelp at the foreign feeling.
"And you're gonna take it like a good girl. Won't you, Princess?" He asks before thrusting himself inside completely.
Bucky has left you both a panting mess within the confines of the gazebo, where anyone passing by the gardens will have an obvious view of what you're doing- but at that moment, lost in pleasure, neither of you seem to care.
You're soaking wet around him and squeezing him so tight, that it's hard for him to think about anything else but you.
Pulling back, Bucky thrusts forward with gentle rocks of his hips to help you get used to his size. Only then putting more force into his thrusts once he sees you moaning in pleasure.
"You feel so good, Princess. Such a perfect pussy." He pants in your ear as he fucks you deeper. "You like that, baby? You like getting fucked like this?"
"Oh my- it's so big, 'm full, Buck." you whisper as his cock brushes your sensitive spot over and over again "Right there!"
"Yeah, I'll fuck you right there baby. Don't you worry." Bucky moves a cold metal hand to your bundle of nerves, urging you to milk his cock tighter by pushing you to your orgasm.
"A-Ah! Bucky- wait, too much!-" But it's too late. You come on his cock in hot spurts, tightening around him so deliciously that he can't help but get pushed to the edge with you.
You collapse into each other, breathing heavily for a moment.
"I love you, Princes." he whispers as he cradles you in his arms.
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For the next few days, you and Bucky are feral.
Years of sexual tension boiling down into moments.
He eats your cunt vigorously in your chambers, sneaking inside early in the morning before your ladies-in-waiting come to fetch you. You suck him off behind the tree in that meadow you both love, knees cushioned by the soft petals of flowers.
And of course, you both sneak away to the gazebo at night, so he can fuck you pressed up against the pillar just like before, or bent over one of the railings so that he can stretch his dick deeper inside you.
It's weeks of this. Neither of you want to rest, completely enamored by love and attraction for one another.
In every single way possible, you are aware of how Bucky is corrupting your innocence- your purity.
But you love it. If you were to give yourself to a man, you're glad its him. You're glad that he gets to touch you before the person you've been sold away to can lay his eyes on you.
It's a clear day when you meet your parents in the morning.
You've become less belligerent towards them about the situation, likely due to the way Bucky gets to make you forget about everything for a few moments when he gets you alone.
Before meeting them today, Bucky had snuck in your chambers again and that morning and ate your cunt so fucking good. He made you cum on his tongue twice then fucked you from behind with his dick before escorting you to the hall.
So it comes as quite a shock to you when your parents give you the updates on your marriage.
"We've scheduled the wedding. He's agreed to formalize the union by the end of this week." Your father tells you casually, finally coming into acceptance that him having to marry his daughter to a man such as Duke Fisk is for the betterment of the Kingdom and its people.
"T-this week?" You repeat in shock.
Your mother tries to be the voice of reason in this situation. "I know it's soon, but Duke Fisk needs the trade routes for the Vibranium secured, honey." she sighs.
Her worried eyes glance at your tensed up shoulders and clenched fist.
"I-I... I understand." is what you reply to her.
Your compliance shocks you, as a few weeks ago you would have fought and yelled despite knowing that there was nothing you could do to get out of it.
The facts outweighed every once of yearning you have in your heart. You were always going to be a princess first. Trapped into the responsibility forced upon you since birth.
When you get yourself alone with Bucky that night, you throw yourself onto him in desperate endeavor.
"What's gotten into you?" He had asked.
You form no explanation, but the worried look in your eyes is enough to make him understand.
"Make me forget. Please, Bucky."
He glances down at you sadly before pressing a kiss into the crease of your brows.
"Of course, Princess. Anything you want."
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The day of your wedding comes in a blink, that you barely have time to mourn the life you're leaving behind.
Nora dresses you up in the white wedding dress that feels suffocating to be in. She tries to keep a chipper expression as she combs through your hair one last time, but the sadness is evident.
"It may not be so bad, dear. After all, It worked out for your mother." She tells you fondly.
But you don't listen. You don't care that its worked out for anyone else before, you only want Bucky.
You stay silent. Nora does not push.
When you're ready, Bucky is stationed outside your chambers as always, ready to escort you to your wedding ceremony.
It's a bitter ending for the both of you. He's there to guide you all the way up till the point where he has to give you away to a man that you have never even met, nor seen before.
He stares at you with a serious expression, trying not to break in front of you. You, on the other hand, are not fairing as well as he is.
Tears form almost instantly at the sight of him.
"I'll give you both some space." Nora says softly before exiting the hall of your chambers.
You're alone now, but the tension is thick. The extravagant bouquet in your hands aren't nearly as beautiful as the dainty little flowers in the meadow.
"I can still steal you away, Princess." Bucky says in a soft tone, just in case anyone else could hear. He's more serious than he's ever been when he brings it up. "Just say the word. There's an exit we can take. They won't find us if we leave now."
His words are quick and desperate, making your tears fall down harder at this. Bucky's hand catches them from falling, making you lean into his touch.
"Oh, Bucky." You say exhaustedly. It makes his heart break. "You know we can't"
He pulls his hand away, and steps back from you. Maintaining the familiar distance- just a few paces away from you.
"I know." He agrees with you solemnly. “But I’d let Kingdoms go to war if it meant keeping you, love.”
A sad smile forms on your face as you tell him. “You knew this was waiting for us at the end.”
The both of you make your painful walk towards the doors of the ceremony, where you're greeted by a grand ballroom filled with people. Your parents are waiting by the door to receive you.
"You look beautiful." Your mother compliments sadly. Next to her, your father looks tense, a cold expression on his face as he tries to act strong for the three of you.
"Remember," he says, "its for the Kingdom. You're doing your duty."
Duty.
The word echoes in your head like an insult.
Duty.
You feel your mother and father beside you, guiding you towards the end of the isle where your betrothed waits. You lock eyes with him for the first time.
Bucky stays in his place behind you. That's where he will always be, watching you create a new life with this stranger all for the sake of
Duty.
You freeze in the middle of the aisle, before slowly turning back. Your father looks at you with confusion, while your mother’s eyes widen with knowing realization.
Bucky watches you with wide eyes at your action. All these years of familiarizing himself with your unpredictability, but he does not expect what you do next.
You take a slow step back towards him. Towards your knight.
All eyes are on you, but you only look ahead.
"You can always try to steal me away too, you know?" any trace of banter is suddenly erased as pure honesty slips out this time from your lips. Your voice is soft. He hears it loud and clear.
The conversation in that meadow replays in your head.
“Bucky!” You call out to him desperately, a cry for you knight’s rescue.
"I-I think I'd go anywhere with you." You tell him shyly.
At your call, Bucky moves almost instinctively to fetch you in the middle of the aisle. His eyes never leave yours as he runs toward you before clasping your hand in his.
Around you, people are stunned to silence. Your father attempts to make the first move to react, but is stopped by your mother’s hand on his.
“Take care of her.” Your mother whispers to him, voice filled with emotion at the both of you.
She sees herself and her knight in you and Bucky, making her agreeable to letting you go.
Bucky offers her a curt nod, before quickly pulling you out the ballroom in haste before the order to go after you is issued.
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It’s been a few years since the Princess disappeared. A forgotten story that people no longer pay attention to, as even bigger news circulated the Kingdoms.
Hydra has fallen. The small neighboring Kingdoms have banded together in war efforts that stopped them from their brutal expansion. A much more effective solution than what a marriage union could have done.
“Come one Princess, it’s time to go.” A gruff voice calls from behind you.
You smile at the sound of it, turning around to meet Bucky’s affectionate gaze.
“I told you not to call me that anymore.” You correct him lovingly.
“Habit, I guess. Can’t blame me.” He walks over to you to help you out of your spot on the soft dewy grass of the meadow.
Being 7 months pregnant has made movement all the more difficult from you. You’re gracious for Bucky’s assistance.
“Honestly,” he sighs, “if I knew you were going to spend all this time at the meadow, I would’ve built our house right here.”
You giggle at his absurdity. The house is just a few minutes away, isolated and quiet. Hidden away in a small hamlet just at the edge of the Kingdom that used to be yours.
“Oh, hush you. That’s no way to speak to your wife.” You slap his shoulder playfully. “Escort me back home, will you?”
Bucky presses a kiss to your temple as you finally manage to stand all the way up.
“Anything you want, Princess.”
