This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life
Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3
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It'd been a long day
A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.
It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.
Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.
Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.
Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.
Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.
"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.
"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.
"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.
"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?
Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.
This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?
Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.
He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.
His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-
Knock, knock knock
Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.
"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."
The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.
"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.
"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."
Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.
"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.
"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.
The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.
It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.
Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.
"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.
"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.
"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.
"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".
Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.
You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.
Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.
He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.
You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.
Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.
"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.
It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.
"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.
"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.
"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."
The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.
"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."
Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."
He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.
"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.
"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."
Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.
"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.
"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.
"Fu-fuck, I-."
"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.
Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.
Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them
pairing: chubby!bucky barnes x popular!fem!reader
warnings: fluff | bucky's nerdy and chubby (it's a warning) | kinda instant attraction | college universe
word count: 3.4k
summary: Bucky Barnes, the chubby and handsome nerdy boy in the campus and Y/N the popular and stunning it girl one day cross their path.
a/n: little premise; this prequel came out much later than the story so i tried to make it fit in the context and the plot. Sorry if there are some things wrong!
prequel | part 1 | part 2 | part 3
The smell of coffee and coconut hair masks hung heavy in the apartment as you shuffled into the kitchen, hoodie half-zipped, still blinking sleep from your eyes.
“Morning, princess,” Nat said without looking up from the counter, where she was slicing an aggressively green avocado. “John didn’t text you back again, huh?”
You sighed and flopped into the nearest chair, letting your head fall to the table with a dramatic thud. “Can I get five minutes before we start the daily roast?”
“Not when you’re dating an extra from a frat boy disaster movie,” Wanda chimed in from the couch, remote in hand still in her fluffy socks and a messy bun that somehow looked deliberate.
“His name is John,” you muttered into the table.
Nat smirked. “We know. We just choose to forget.”
“He’s not that bad,” you argued but even you didn’t sound convinced.
Last night, he’d bailed on movie night again to go “review plays” with the team, which you all knew was code for bar-hopping and ego-inflation.
Wanda threw a pillow at you, gentle but pointed. “You’re you. Smart, hot and cool. And he’s… a walking chin. Like... I’ve met goldfish with more depth.”
You lifted your head, glaring playfully. “Okay, now you’re just being mean.”
Nat dropped a piece of avocado toast in front of you, a peace offering. “We’re not trying to be mean, babe. We just think you could be with someone who doesn’t talk about protein shakes more than your actual day.”Your phone buzzed beside you.
Sorry babe, got practice this morning
Your heart sank and Nat saw it before you could hide it. “That was this morning’s excuse?” She asked quietly. You nodded, poking the toast. “He says he’s just busy lately.”
“Busy’s one thing,” Wanda said, suddenly soft. “Making you feel like a side quest in his campaign to win MVP? Not okay.”
You let out a long breath, unsure if it was frustration or relief. Because deep down… maybe you agreed.
You were half-speed walking, half-scrolling through your texts trying not to overanalyse the third one-word reply from John that morning.
Cool.
That was it.
Your thumb hovered over your keyboard, mentally drafting a witty but not-too-needy response.
Thud.
Your shoulder hit something solid and warm. “Oh, what the hell!” You snapped instinctively looking up, your temper flaring first and then froze.
It wasn’t just any guy.
He had thick-rimmed glasses, pushed slightly askew. His brown hair was tousled like he’d run a hand through it ten too many times and he had the kind of soft, rounded cheeks that looked unfairly adorable paired with a jawline that still somehow managed to be sharp. His hoodie was oversized and covered in some obscure sci-fi reference and he clutched a folder to his chest like you’d just tackled him.
His eyes big, nervous, blue blinked behind his glasses. “Oh my god, I am so sorry!” He said quickly, voice low and laced with panic. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, are you okay? I didn’t break your phone, did I?”
You blinked.
You were supposed to be mad.
You wanted to be mad but instead, your mouth went a little dry. “I-uh-no, I’m fine. Totally fine. It was my fault.” You laughed, awkwardly brushing your hair out of your face. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Texting while walking. Classic hazard.”
He looked relieved, but still a little shy. His cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink. “Still, I should’ve seen you. I get too into reading while I walk sometimes,” he said holding up a book wedged between his folder and arm. “Terrible habit. Almost walked into a tree last week.”
You smiled despite yourself. “Well, trees are less forgiving than people.”
His lips twitched into a grin soft, sweet and genuine. You almost dropped your phone. Because in that moment your world, your whole perfectly polished popularity-coded campus life tilted. And you had no idea why your heart was suddenly beating faster than when John kissed you.
The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chaos trays clattering, laughter echoing. Someone trying and failing to discreetly microwave fish. You slid into your usual seat across from Nat and Wanda, tray in hand, eyes distant. Wanda barely looked up from her smoothie. “You’re late. John finally decided to grace you with his presence?”
You poked at your salad half-heartedly. “Didn’t see John.”
Nat raised a brow. “Okay… Then why do you look like someone dropped you into a romantic daydream playlist?”
You hesitated biting your lip before glancing down, trying, failing, to keep your voice neutral. “I just… kinda bumped into someone. Literally.”
Nat set down her fork. “Oh?”
You shrugged, eyes fixed on your tray. “He was cute. Not a big deal or anything.”
Wanda leaned in, eyes narrowing. “What kind of cute?”
“I don’t know,” you muttered, instantly regretting saying anything. “Soft-cute. Glasses. Hoodie. Chubby. Just… kind of adorable in this, like, anxious golden retriever way.”
There was a beat of silence and then Nat grinned. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m not.”
“You so are,” Wanda said, pointing. “Right there. That dreamy corner-of-the-mouth thing you do when you’re trying not to smile.”
“I don’t even know his name,” you mumbled, cheeks heating. “It’s not a thing. I just… ran into him.”
Nat leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Ran into him and now you’re low-key glowing.”
“It’s nothing!” You insisted but your voice cracked halfway through and Wanda snorted.
“Oh, babe,” she said, shaking her head. “You’ve got a crush.”
You buried your face in your hands. “I don’t even know his name!”
“Don’t worry,” Nat said smugly, sipping her iced coffee like she already knew the ending. “You will.”
You were just about to change the subject, desperately, when a shadow fell over your table. You didn’t have to look up. That high-pitched fake-innocent voice gave it away. “Well, well, well…”
Sharon Carter.
Queen of side-eyes, platinum highlights and weaponized whispers. She folded her arms over her designer crop top like she was about to deliver a TED Talk in cruelty. “I saw you earlier,” she said, eyes locked on you with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes. “Walking through North Hall, right?”
You sat up a little straighter, sensing the trap but unsure where the jaws would snap. “Yeah? So?” You replied, tone as flat as your patience.
Sharon glanced at Nat and Wanda for added effect because of course she was performing then back at you. “I just thought it was so cute the way you bumped into that guy. You know… that guy.”
Nat cocked an eyebrow. “You mean the guy she accidentally walked into because she was texting? Like humans do?” Wanda tilted her head.
“Or is this about how your blood sugar drops every time someone else gets attention?” Sharon rolled her eyes, ignoring them entirely. “I’m just saying… he didn’t really look like your type. Kinda looked like he coded the lunch menu for fun. You sure you’re not slumming it?”
You felt your jaw tense. And with that, she spun on her heel and walked off like she owned the cafeteria. You exhaled, heart thudding. You picked up your drink, still watching where Sharon disappeared down the hall. “…I really want to know his name.”
You were still mid-sip of your iced coffee, muttering something about how Sharon could fall into a fountain and you wouldn’t blink, when Wanda suddenly sat up straight. “Wait!” She said, cutting you off with a gasp. “I know him.”
You blinked. “What?”
Nat turned, too. “What do you mean you know him?”
Wanda pointed at you, her eyes lighting up with that I-just-put-it-together gleam. “The guy you bumped into. Glasses? Kinda shy? Nerdy sweater that looked like it came from a comic book closet?”
You nodded slowly, heart skipping. Wanda grinned. “That’s Bucky Barnes.”
You froze. “Bucky?” You repeated, the name slipping from your mouth like a secret you didn’t know you’d been waiting to say.
“Yep,” Wanda confirmed, now scrolling through her phone like she was checking receipts. “He’s in my comp lit seminar. Super quiet. Kinda mumbles when he talks, but like… in a cute way. I’ve seen him carrying around Dune and Howl’s Moving Castle at the same time.”
Nat raised a brow. “A man of culture.”
Wanda smirked. “And also? Ridiculously smart. Like, professor’s favorite kind of smart. He’s always tutoring someone in the library. I think he works at the help desk part-time.”
You sat there in stunned silence, your heart doing cartwheels behind your ribs. “Bucky Barnes…” you whispered again, just to feel how it sounded. And damn, it sounded good.
Wanda glanced at you, then nudged your arm. “Y’know, if you’re so desperate to run into him again… I can accidentally drag you past the comp lit wing tomorrow.”
Nat grinned wickedly. “Or we could just stage a fake study emergency at the library. You, a broken laptop, tragic academic tears…”
You laughed, but you could already feel the gears turning in your brain.
Bucky Barnes.
Now you had a name. And suddenly, this crush didn’t feel so accidental anymore. In a little part of your brain appeared the image of John. You easily erased it.
The library was quiet the kind of quiet that made every page flip sound like a cannon blast. You wandered through the rows with your laptop clutched to your chest and a very fake look of focus plastered on your face.
Totally normal.
Totally chill.
Just a girl… searching for a table. Definitely not stalking a certain soft-looking boy with glasses and a sci-fi hoodie.
Then you saw him. Far end of the library, near the windows seated alone at a wide table, hunched over a thick binder and a mechanical pencil he twirled between his fingers. His glasses slid a little down his nose as he read, eyebrows scrunched in concentration.
God, he was cute.
You adjusted your bag, cleared your throat (for no one but yourself) and started walking over like it was the most natural thing in the world. You stopped a few feet away, pretending to scan the area. “Hey… is anyone sitting here?”
Bucky looked up, startled at first like he never expected anyone to voluntarily approach his personal corner of the library. He blinked, then shook his head quickly. “No! I mean uh no, no one’s sitting here. It’s all yours.”
You smiled and slid into the seat across from him, trying to seem casual while your heart practically climbed out of your chest. “Thanks. All the other tables are kinda… full.”
Lie.
He nodded, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah. Gets crowded before midterms. People panic-studying.”
You opened your laptop, screen still dark. “Totally. I mean, I’m not panicking. I’m just… preparing.”
He smiled softly, barely but enough to make your stomach flutter. A pause. Then he glanced over, tilting his head. “Wait… you’re the girl from the hallway, right?”
You looked up, pretending surprise. “Oh my God I didn’t recognize you without my phone in my face.”
He laughed under his breath, that shy but deep kind of laugh that made his shoulders shake just a little. “Yeah, I… uh… meant to say I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried I knocked you over or something.”
You smiled. “Nah, you didn’t. Though I might’ve lost a few brain cells from the sheer impact of how cute your hoodie was.”
He blinked, flustered. “W-what?”
You grinned and tapped your keys like nothing had happened. “Nothing. Just saying I liked the reference.”
He stared for a second, cheeks flushing the softest pink, before glancing down at his notes again definitely not reading them now.
“Bucky.”
“Y/N.”
You hadn’t even opened a textbook, but suddenly? The library was your new favorite place.
The door hadn’t even clicked shut behind you before Nat’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Well? Did you accidentally study with your dreamboat, or what?”
You kicked off your shoes, trying to hide the way you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. “We… sat at the same table.”
Wanda peeked around the corner with a bag of chips in hand. “And?”
“And talked. A little.”
Nat narrowed her eyes like a bloodhound on a scent. “And?”
You plopped down on the couch, laptop bag still slung across your shoulder. “He remembered me. From the hallway. He was really sweet. Like… awkward and soft and funny without even trying.”
Wanda threw herself dramatically next to you. “God, I love that for you.”
You leaned your head back against the cushion, still dazed. “It’s just… different. It didn’t feel like I had to act like someone I’m not. I didn’t feel like I was being watched or judged or like I was on some invisible scoreboard.”
That quiet hung in the air for a beat. Then Nat leaned on the back of the couch behind you and asked, voice low and knowing. “And John?”
You groaned. “I don’t know. I mean… we’re supposed to go to his party this weekend. But it’s like I show up and look cute, I laugh at his teammates’ dumb jokes and he barely even notices I’m there unless someone else is.”
Nat snorted. “So… like a human prop.”
Wanda nodded solemnly. “The cutest accessory in his lineup.”
You looked down at your hands. “What should I do?”
Nat didn’t hesitate. “Dump that idiot.” You looked up. “Seriously,” she continued, coming around the couch and flopping into the armchair like it was a throne. “You and Bucky? You’d be so much better. He sees you. Actually sees you.”
Wanda gave a little smirk. “And he looks at you like you invented air and... you know him since last week...” She laughed about it.
Your heart fluttered painfully. You buried your face in a throw pillow.
Nat grinned. “I say ditch the quarterback and start crushing on the real MVP.”
You let out a muffled groan from behind the pillow. “You guys are evil.”
Wanda tossed a chip at you. “We’re right. That’s worse.”
Months had passed since that first library moment. You still weren’t with Bucky not even close but he was lodged in your life now like a secret you didn’t want to let go of. You studied near him every chance you got.
Shared snacks.
Swapped jokes.
Texted, sometimes late into the night and every time he pushed his glasses up his nose with that shy little smile, your heart did something ridiculous.
You also joined his Shakespeare’s club. And you talked about him. A lot.
“Jesus, you’ve got it bad,” Nat had said once.
Wanda hadn’t even looked up from her mug. “She’s in love.” You didn’t deny it. Not anymore. But then the party happened. It was supposed to be nothing John’s big win party after the game, same crowd, same noise, same lukewarm beer.
You showed up out of obligation more than interest. You’d spent most of the week talking with Bucky in the library anyway. The comparison between them had become almost painful. And that night… the final nail. You found him in the upstairs bathroom. Not sick. Not drunk. With another girl. You didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Just… stood there, watching him tug his shirt back down, face twisted in guilt he wore like a costume.
“I can explain,” he said, like that ever worked.
You just stared at him. Something in you cracked clean in half, and you didn’t wait for the rest. You left. Didn’t slam the door. Didn’t even look back.
When you got home, Nat and Wanda barely let you speak before Wanda shoved a blanket over your shoulders and Nat muttered, “Told you so,” before hugging you tight. You didn’t cry that night.
Around the same time, campus was buzzing with rumors. Sharon, the school’s platinum-blonde hurricane of passive aggression had done something… different. She’d been seen sneaking out of the dorms one night, smudged lipstick and a smug little smile. And then? She told people. All the wrong people.
“Some guy,” she said. “Wasn’t even a big deal. Thought he’d be fun. He was… okay, I guess.”
But what hit everyone wrong wasn’t just the way she brushed it off it was how she laughed about it. Like he was beneath her. Like it was a joke. But no one knew who the guy was. Whoever it was? He never spoke up. Never came forward. Just faded further into the background, swallowed up by the whispers and shame.
“Alright, Y/N,” Wanda began arms crossed and eyes gleaming like she was about to unleash a master plan. You looked up from your phone, suspicious. “Now it’s time to do something.”
“Like?”
“Like inviting out the hot nerdy guy.”
Your eyes went wide. “Are you mad? I cannot just invite him out.”
“Oh, I didn’t know Y/N Y/L/N was a coward…” Wanda teased, grinning like she already had this in the bag.
“I’m not!” you shot back, trying to sound braver than you felt.
“Then prove it.” She pulled out her phone, flashing a smug smile. “Ten bucks says you invite him over. I already made a bet with Maria you know, the girl in my science class? The one who totally has a crush on Bucky too.”
You stared at her like she was joking. She wasn’t. “Deal,” you said, surprising even yourself.
Wanda whooped and punched your arm lightly. “That’s my girl. Now go get him.” You could already feel the butterflies but this time, you weren’t running from them.
Later that night, you were lying in bed, your mind racing through every possible way to ask Bucky out without sounding like a complete dork.
Meanwhile in the living room, Nat glanced over at Wanda, eyebrows raised. “Isn’t Maria… you know, lesbian?” Nat asked quietly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Wanda smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, but she didn’t know that. She needs a guy like Bucky in her life, and maybe the idea of competition is what she needs.”
They shared a quiet laugh.
You spotted Bucky sitting in his usual corner of the cafeteria, tucked away but not hidden, head bent over his notebook.
The chatter around him swirled like a storm, but he seemed wrapped up in his own little world. With iced coffee in one hand and a racing heart, you walked over. His shoulders hunched instinctively when you stopped beside him, and he adjusted his glasses, fingers tightening around his tray like it was an anchor. The cafeteria was loud. A world so loud and vibrant, it seemed like it belonged to everyone but him.
You smiled, breaking through his bubble. “Hey, can I sit?”
He blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, sure.” Sliding into the seat across from him, you balanced your iced coffee like it was no big deal but inside, you were buzzing. “You should sit with me more often,” you said casually letting your eyes roam over his soft features. The way his cheeks flushed faintly or the shy glint behind those glasses.
Handsome in that quietly earnest way only a few noticed. Then, leaning in a little, you added, “Actually… wanna grab a coffee? Like, just us?”
He blinked, processing the words as if they were a secret code. “Wait, seriously?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You tilted your head, lips curling into a teasing smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Unless you think I’m joking.”
He hesitated then slowly smiled back the kind of smile that started in his eyes and spread shyly across his face. “I’d like that,” he said softly.
And just like that, the noise around you both faded into the background, leaving only the quiet hum of possibility.
Summary: The Duke of Winterfell is looking to marry, and he has his sights set on courting your sister, until he meets you.
Content warnings: Language (if any?), female spinster reader, social class system that may seem weird today, regency era dashing DUKE Bucky (I mean, that's a warning, right?), your mother is a cow – not a real one obviously but you'll see, and your sister Sharon is ridiculous (that's right-your sister is Sharon Carter and you're the oldest Carter sibling).
Author's note - I took a break for a little bit, but I'm back. I'm going to be posting only a/u stories for the time being and not taking any requests at this time.
Oh, and this is not a representation of proper society – it's my interpretation so if titles and addresses of people aren't traditionally correct or proper – oh well. Anyone who knows me knows I adore regency era historical romances (Like Bridgerton, Pride and Prejudice, etc.) so I wrote one and yes, I plan on doing more stories like this in the future.
'Buck'le up, this is a doozy as is the second part which is coming the following week. Enjoy.
Part 1 of 2
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"It came, it came!" Your mother burst into the drawing room where you were sat.
You put your book down and watched the scene from the window cushion you were curled up on.
"What came?" Your sister Sharon asked.
"The duke's reply."
You watched your mother wave the letter she was holding while your sister looked on.
"What duke?" Sharon wondered aloud.
"The Duke of Winterfell of course." Your mother said it like it was most obvious.
There were a few dukes in London but not that it mattered. You had no idea your mother sent a letter to the duke, but she must have if there was a response. There would be no need for any sort of duke to send your family a letter regardless.
"Well, what does it say?" Sharon asked, watching your mother read the unfolded parchment.
"He's coming!" Your mother clutched the parchment tight in her hands and smiled wide at your sister. You were curious but cautious at whatever new scheme your mother was plotting.
It was well known your younger sister was the belle of the family and you were not.
When you first made your debut six years ago, you were paraded around society in your pretty gowns and outfits with your hair styled just so. You attended balls and soirees, politely smiled and made small talk, but that quickly lost its lustre. You had little interest from the gentlemen of society while your mother dragged you to more events in the hopes you would find someone to wed. Because of the pressure to make a match, you fought with your mother at every turn.
The gowns, fuss, and overall socializing with nothing to show for was exhausting. You watched many of your friends and acquaintances become engaged or were courted by multiple gentlemen while you waited idly by hoping someone would show interest in you, but they never did.
Gentlemen would smile politely at you, ask a few general questions to be polite, but they either found your friends more engaging, or they moved on to someone else. You never seemed to hold their attention long enough for them to show an interest.
You preferred to discuss books and the current events of the towns and villages, something your mother always told you to keep quiet. According to her, no gentleman wanted an opinionated lady since it would be ill-mannered at dinners to have someone, especially a female, state their beliefs so boldly.
Women were expected to smile and politely engage in minimal conversation, mainly about the latest fashions while the men conversed about politics and government.
You had known a few friends who found themselves in arranged marriages and they were miserable. Marriages that would benefit the family, secure titles and fortunes rather than love. You had dreamed about marrying for love and not out of obligation or duty. You were looking for a love match and that also made your mother frustrated.
She did not believe in such fantasies and had constantly reminded you that you should be grateful for any kind of attention and to take the first proposal that came your way. In her mind, love was an illusion written in the silly books you read and was rarely a part of marriage. You had wanted to have someone to connect with and have meaningful conversations with; possibly fall in love with, not to be at someone's side just to look pretty and breed heirs.
You mother reminded you if you kept on the way you did in your first year, you would be thought of as brash and a liability if you shared your opinion on a topic considered controversial. In her mind, ladies weren't meant to disagree, but to agree, not cause a fuss, and keep quiet.
You were neither mindful nor demure according to your mother who was exasperated by your stubbornness. Add in your plain and basic looks she reminded you about daily, she felt you had nothing more to offer the eligible gentlemen of society.
After only having a few callers and nothing more than some mild interest, your first season was deemed a failure. Your mother used snide comments and unpleasant words around you which only added to your distaste for social outings as the seasons went on.
The next few seasons had the same fate as your first and finally, your mother gave up on you, announcing you were done and she was focusing her attention on your sister. Your younger, prettier, more trainable sister according to her.
That's right. Your mother threw snide remarks at you every chance she got as your sister grew into the hopeful debutante she was meant to be. The money and effort your mother put into your seasons were, in her eyes, a waste, but on your sister, she figured the effort and money she spent on her would give her a better return on investment and a better financial arrangement and better social standing for your family.
Imagine if your sister married a duke, the opportunities for your family would be abundant.
Your sister's debut season had started, and she had caught the eye of many interested suitors. Gentlemen callers would come by after balls and events, lavishing your sister with flowers, gifts, notes of poetry, and letters while you watched from the shadows.
The shadows were quickly becoming your comfort while you idly stood by and observed your sister bask in the attention the gentlemen doted on her. You were rarely introduced and if you were, it was only a brief introduction, then everyone's attention was back on your sister. You were forgotten. At first, it hurt you but now you roll your eyes at your mother's antics, plotting and scheming to climb the social ladder of society.
You quickly learned in your first few years the kind of women the gentlemen of the ton want. The higher ups like Dukes, Marquesses, and Earls usually wed for heirs, breeding stock, and status while Viscounts and Baron's were content to wed for connections that favoured land and money. No one you knew wed for love or romance as weddings were seen as business transactions according to your mother. She was in an arranged marriage with your father which you quickly realised there was no love between them when you witnessed her (twelve months and not a day longer) minimum mourning period when he had passed not long ago.
Your uncle ran the estate you were living in and would eventually sell it when you and your sister wed and moved on, but that was proving to be harder as the years passed. You figured early on that if you or your sister married well, your mother would be taken care of financially and be given an allowance, so she was hoping for a good match for your sister to keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to.
And you?
Your mother had made it perfectly clear your future would either be a lady's companion or Governess since she assumed you were content to stay single. The sad reality was, you wanted to marry, but you were holding out for having a love match and nothing less would do in your opinion, but that hope was fading as the years went on. If you never married, it was never meant to be, and you were content in knowing that.
"I need to get the estate ready." Your mother's voice cut through your thoughts.
"When is he arriving?" Sharon asked again.
"The end of the week."
Your mother folded the letter and placed it on the side table as she sat down and waved a maid to her side.
"Send me Mrs. Danvers." The maid curtsied and scurried off to find the household manager. You sat at the window seat and watched them fuss over the duke's arrival.
"Does Y/n have to be here?" Sharon glanced in your direction and gave a small eye roll.
Your mother looked confused but turned, noticing you for the first time since she stormed into the drawing room carrying the letter.
"Oh, you're here."
Sharon gave an un-ladylike snort at your mother's words.
"Yes, I suppose she does, but she knows the rules." Your mother shrugged and spotted Mrs. Danvers walking into the room, eager to get the plans in place for the arrival.
"You know what to do." Sharon glared at you while she huddled close to your mother.
Yes, you knew what to do. Whenever a gentleman caller would come by for your sister, you gave your sister and mother time alone with them so they could greet, make small talk, and politely converse together.
You would then enter the room unnoticed and sit or stand in the corner until you were called upon for introductions then go back to the corner or chair and remain out of sight, so your sister was the focus.
It was most awkward, but that way, the gentleman wouldn't have his attention on you AND your sister which was what your mother did not want. You sat back and half listened to the planning while you opened your book and continued reading your story about a pirate and his many adventures.
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"So, you're heading to the Carter estate when?" Steven Rogers, Marquess of Brookfield asked his oldest friend.
James Barnes, Duke of Winterfell, sat back in his dark leather chair and sighed.
"Two days time."
Steven sipped his glass of whisky.
"And you think it will be a good match?"
James scowled at his various parchments that were laying on his desk and looked up.
"Why wouldn't it be? According to my mother, she's the top contender this season. Good genes, beautiful, and well bred."
Steven chuckled and said, "You make her sound like you're buying a prized show horse."
James sighed.
"I don't have much of an option. Mother gave me an ultimatum and I suppose she's right."
"So, you'll just pick the best one this season and marry?"
"Well, yes. I don't have the luxury of waiting like you do." James rolled his eyes.
"I'm not waiting."
"You aren't?" James eyed his friend.
"I'm simply enjoying myself. The widows are a plenty so why would I settle myself down? Plus, having to deal with the matchmaking mothers and their twittering daughters makes my skin crawl" Steven shuddered at James.
"I'm sure you are enjoying yourself." James grumbled.
"Do you know much about Lady Sharon or her family?" Steven asked.
"Not a thing but according to my mother, she is the most sought after this season."
"It's a good thing her mother wrote to you when she did."
"Oh?"
"I'm told she's had offers but hasn't accepted any of them yet. I'm sure she won't refuse a proposal from a duke so you should prepare yourself to wed." Steven cautioned him.
"I know and I have been."
"Good."
James received a letter from Lady Carter requesting a visit during the middle of the season knowing his townhome in the city was going to be renovated and he needed a place to stay for a week. A tidbit of information his mother no doubt slipped to her acquaintance to get an advantage over the other mothers and their scheming ways.
"I just have to get this over with."
"I'm sure you do old man." Steven held his glass up and downed the remaining dark liquid before slamming the glass on the desk knowing what his friend was in for.
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"What do you suppose the Duke of Winterfell looks like? No one I know has any idea." Sharon asked. She had barged into the library where you were sitting by the fire.
"I am not sure."
"I hope he's handsome and dashing."
"Probably."
"Do you think he will be young or old?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe he's tall and has a deep voice?"
"Maybe he's a hunchback who is balding and limps?" You whispered to yourself while still reading.
Sharon glared at you and said, "Not likely. You're just jealous a duke is coming for me and not you."
"Maybe." You mumbled into your book.
"You never got the attention I'm getting, and this is my first season. You had six and nothing to show for it but your snide comments and loneliness. No respectful gentleman would ever want someone like you, let alone a duke. You're well past your prime. You're only hope is to marry someone blind or desperate, perhaps someone eager to rid themselves of a scandal." Sharon spat at you.
Her words stung, but you were used to the bite.
"Perhaps." Unbothered, you turned a page in the book only annoying her further.
"You're plain, opinionated, and dull." Sharon glared at you.
Annoyed at her constant interruptions, you finally put your book down and looked up at her.
"Maybe, but at least I didn't resort to mother at begging a duke to come and visit me when you have already had suitable proposals. Seems a little selfish if you ask me."
You saw Sharon's face turn red before she stormed away from the library leaving you in peace. You went back to your book and sighed, finding the page you had left off. You had one more night before the duke was set to arrive, so you were going to spend it relaxing in the library before things got too busy.
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The morning of the duke's arrival brought chaos to the estate. Maids, butlers, and serving staff ran amongst the halls and stairways carrying linens, platters, dusters, and whatever else your mother barked at them.
The fine China was brought out from storage and inspected, silverware and glassware was polished, and fresh flowers adorned the usual empty vases and urns that decorated the halls and tables. So much planning and prepping went into receiving people, let alone a duke, and the staff was being ran ragged with the things your mother was making them do.
From what you pieced together from the nosy maids was, the Duke of Winterfell is a bit of a recluse and new to his title.
The old Duke of Winterfell had passed away with no heirs, leaving his brother the title for a few years, but he recently passed away so the title was passed to his son who has been busy preparing to take over the title and is now looking to wed.
The new Dowager Duchess of Winterfell is eager for her son to marry and produce an heir so the title, money, and security would stay in the family.
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You had your maid assist you with your hair and made sure to look presentable for the duke's arrival. You turned around and stood still in front of the mirror in your room, brushing your hands over your plain grey muslin dress. You tended to stick to grey, light blue, cream, and even had a lavender gown you wore on rotation. All colours you knew blend into the walls and shadows without drawing attention to yourself.
Your sister Sharon usually wore bold colours and elaborate designs even when she was at home because in her words, you never knew when her future husband could walk through the doors. You reminded her that no gentleman has ever knowingly gone door to door looking for a bride like one would sell potions and ailments to which only made her scowl further at you. You're certain your sister's dress today would be something dramatic to catch his attention.
You shuddered thinking of the poor man who would end up with her and this duke was no exception when you heard your door open.
"So, you know what to do then?" Your mother asked from the doorway to your chambers.
You were glad your back was to her when you rolled your eyes.
"I won't embarrass you if that's what you are asking of me. I know what needs to be done."
"You have a place here, and that place is out of the way."
"I'm aware."
"So, I ask again, you know what needs to be done? I won't have you ruining this for your sister. I have worked hard securing this visit and match, and I appreciate if you stayed out of it. Speak when spoken too and be seen and not heard."
You wanted to sigh and say something smart, but you held your tongue. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could go back to the way things were.
"Yes, I am to hold myself back, quietly and discreetly descend the stairs after your introductions, then enter the drawing room where I will wait to be introduced." You've done this numerous times; you're surprised she's even asking you.
"Good. I don't want any issues from you this week, especially around the duke. He's here to court Sharon and hopefully propose, so try to keep your opinions to yourself and keep out of their way."
"I know and I promise not to embarrass you or the family name."
Your mother nodded, satisfied with your answer, then left, in search of Sharon since the guest of the week was due to arrive at any moment.
You were left alone in your chamber when you heard the announcement the duke's carriage had entered the gate.
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James sat in his carriage and peered out of the window, looking over the estate. It was well kept if on the smaller side, but he promised himself he wouldn't judge. From the information he had on Lady Sharon, she was going to be a suitable match, so this visit was justified and will hopefully be without any issues.
According to his findings from what others have said, Lady Sharon was beautiful, well rounded with her accomplishments, well trained, and very compliant. He scowled in thought remembering what Steven had said.
"Good god, I'm marrying a show horse." James muttered as the carriage came to a stop out front of the estate.
"Let's get this over with." James emerged from the carriage and placed his tall black hat on his head.
His dark brown boots hit the gravel as he made his way to the awaiting staff and what looked to be Lady Carter standing out front of the doors eager to receive him.
"Greetings, your Grace." Lady Carter curtsied then stuck her hand out so James could take it.
"Lady Carter."
"I trust your ride here was pleasant?" The older woman asked, her smile not seeming to reach her eyes.
"Yes, it was, thank you."
James walked up the steps and was brought inside the estate. He saw a young blonde woman standing at the bottom of the staircase wearing an evergreen gown cut low across the chest.
"Your Grace, may I present my daughter, Lady Sharon Carter."
Sharon stuck her arm in front of James almost thunking him in his chest and did a wooden awkward curtsy.
"Pleasure." He took her gloved hand and kissed the back of it politely. Sharon blushed and took her fan out, fanning herself from the introduction.
"Charmed." She said in a husky voice that seemed to grate his nerves, before flashing him a bright smile, batting her eyes.
She was pleasant enough, not quite as tall as he had hoped but that was minor.
"Your things will be brought to your chambers. I hope you will enjoy yourself while you are here. You are free to use the library or study since there are writing desks in both rooms for any of your correspondence while you are here. If there is anything we can do to make you feel more comfortable, please let the staff know." Lady Carter spoke behind him.
"Yes, I'll have my valet assist with unpacking and advise the staff, thank you." James nodded at Lady Carter while Sharon continued to bat her eyes from behind her fan.
To someone else, it looked like she had something in her eye, but he had to fight his own eye roll at her antics. If his mother were here, he would have words with her. Lady Sharon's dress was slightly inappropriate for an afternoon meeting seeing as it was cut a little lower in the chest and bold in colour better suited for a ballroom.
Her brash movements did not go unnoticed while Sharon made small talk about the estate. James was only half listening, trying to not be rude.
"...And, you'll have to head out to the east side of the estate, to view the sunrise over the hills." Lady Carter said.
James hadn't the heart to tell her about his views at his own estate which dwarfed this one, so he just smiled along.
"And what balls and soirees have you planned to attend this week?" Lady Sharon asked.
God, there were so many invitations he had declined he thought carefully before answering.
"Only one. The Stark ball."
Lady Sharon's eyes lit up.
The Stark ball was the halfway point of the season. Many engagements and courtships were usually announced at the ball, and it was the social event of the season.
"How exciting, us too. We shall go together." Lady Sharon cooed, stepping slightly forward in James' space.
He discreetly inched himself back and flashed her a polite smile. Just as they had stepped into the room next to the foyer, James held himself back from entering the lounge because he heard a sound coming from the grand staircase, so he stopped and looked up.
He froze at what he saw.
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You were listening to the arrival and conversations of the duke and your sister, inwardly groaning and rolling your eyes. He did have a pleasing voice you thought. Your mother may think Sharon was the belle of the season, but she wasn't, not by a long shot.
"She's probably using her fan trying to look coy and mysterious as they speak." You muttered before you adjusted your hair one final time.
You inhaled, then exhaled, steadying yourself before you turned and headed down the stairs to yet another meeting. You had waited the usual time of introductions and was intent on heading to the lounge when you descended the stairs.
You almost stumbled walking down the stairs at the scene before you. You saw a man, which you assumed was the duke standing alone in the foyer, watching your every move. He wore a black overcoat and paired it with a dark blue waistcoat, a crisp white shirt, perfectly tied cravat, tan pants, and his brown tall boots were flawlessly polished. His wavy hair was a dark chestnut brown and from what you saw, was a little on the longer side than how most gentlemen of the ton wore.
His bright blue eyes zeroed in on you as he watched you descend.
"Let me help you." His voice was deep and echoed in the foyer while he stepped toward you.
You briefly hesitated at his assistance knowing your role was to be the gentle wallflower but continued descending. He reached his hand out for you to take, sending shocks up your arm at the connection. You weren't wearing any gloves since you weren't officially meeting anyone, and he had removed his, so your bare hands briefly touched for the last two steps you descended.
"Thank you." You quietly replied and offered him a curtsey.
"Wh-who are you?" He blurted out.
You were about to reply when your mother came back out and scowled at you.
"Your Grace, this is my other daughter. Come now, Sharon awaits you in the drawing room." Your mother ushered you both into the room.
You didn't miss the glare she sent your way when you followed.
You stood to the side in front of your usual chair while Sharon waited for the duke's arrival. You saw them all sit in the sofas across from each other, then you sat in your chair in the corner. They chatted and conversed politely while you sat quietly and listened to their plans for the week.
A maid came in and brought some tea and a small tray of sandwiches and cakes. From their conversation, you learned there was going to be a small welcome dinner that evening to greet the duke. Your mother had invited a few people to dine at your estate, no doubt to show off the duke and your sister as a potential match.
You had to hide your eye roll at the obvious matchmaking she was plotting when you got up to fix yourself some tea.
James smiled politely while Lady Carter and Lady Sharon conversed. He told them about the country estate he had just moved into and about his other residence that was almost finished with renovations. He noticed their eyes widen and smile wide as he listed his other properties, no doubt impressed with his real estate while he listened to them go on and on about the running of them and how hard that must be for someone who is alone and having someone to help him would be ideal.
All while he was listening to them, his eyes seemed to roam to the mysterious lady in the corner of the room, who sat politely and wasn't included as part of their conversation. He wanted to know why and how it was possible Lady Sharon had a sister no one seemed to inform him of, not even his own mother.
He noticed the faces you made at listening to their conversation, and he had to clear his throat a few times to hide his amusement.
Lady Sharon may be the most desired of the season, but James felt she was a bit obtuse in her conversations. Sure, she was pretty to look at, but would she make a good duchess? His own mother seemed to think so, but his mind was second guessing this new predicament. His mother obviously has never met Lady Sharon.
Thinking back, his breathe was taken away from him while you descended the stairs, looking elegant and graceful as you came to the bottom of the staircase and he was immediately taken with you. You were graceful and elegant, and he felt a surge of excitement as he keenly watched you.
Come to think of it, he felt nothing when meeting Lady Sharon. He had to fight the urge to offer you his arm and settled for offering his hand while he assisted you.
The connection he felt when he took your ungloved hand felt like it would knock him over if he wasn't so sure on his feet.
"You must be tired. I'll get our house manager to escort you to your chambers." Lady Carter's voice snapped James' thoughts back to their dull conversation.
"Yes, right then. I was hoping to freshen up before dinner." James politely smiled and rose from the couch he was on.
"I shall see you all at dinner." James gave them a polite nod before he turned to leave the room, but he stopped and turned to face you.
"Miss Carter, it was a pleasure to meet you as well. I only hope that you will be included at our next conversation." James said before he left the room entirely.
Your mouth fell open at his admission.
"What were you thinking?" your mother snapped at you.
"Me? What ever did I do?"
"You know exactly what you did." Sharon seethed at you.
"I waited the allotted time, came down, and sat in my usual place, contributed naught to your conversation, and nothing more." You waved your hand around the room.
Sharon huffed and flopped back down on the couch. Your mother eyed you before she turned to leave.
"I'm going to my chambers. I will see you at dinner." She announced before leaving.
"Are you changing?" Sharon asked.
You looked at your dress and shrugged.
"You should. That dress is old and frumpy on you."
You looked down then back at her, used to her hurtful words. She watched and waited for you to show any sort of weakness. but you didn't. You knew her games and did not want any part of them for the week.
"I'll see you at dinner." You retreated to the library to hide before you were to get ready for the welcome dinner.
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You waited the appropriate time before you headed into the parlour for pre-dinner conversation. A few more people were standing around, no doubt eager to catch a glimpse of the new duke who was staying at your estate.
You ended up changing into your lavender gown before you stepped into the room, slipping to the side so no one would see you.
The parlour had two entryways, and you used the one that was least common while you positioned yourself to be amongst the shadows of the room.
You stood off to the side, catching the eye of your mother who only gave you a slight nod at your discreet arrival. You saw your sister giggling and gossiping with her friends you could not stand while others were chatting excitedly and waiting to see the duke arrive.
You waited for the announcement of dinner when you felt a presence next to you.
"Good evening." You turned and patted at your racing chest.
"Oh, your Grace." You gasped at the shock of his deep voice so close to you.
The duke stood amused at your side, slipping into the room undetected using the same entrance as you. A waft of fresh sandalwood and cedar surrounded you.
"Have I missed anything?" He teased, pleased with himself for surprising you.
"Uh, not that I am aware. I just arrived myself."
"Is that so? I figured you would be next to your sister and her friends, eager to hear the latest gossip." He joshed.
"Oh, well, only if I want my brain to rot." You instantly put your hand to your mouth in horror. "Apologies for speaking so freely, your grace." You averted your gaze.
"Nonsense, I appreciate the honesty. Don't stop on my behalf." The duke insisted.
"Well, I guess I feel I don't quite fit in with them as easily."
"Oh?"
The duke turned and faced you; his bright blue eyes were teasing.
Goodness, he was handsome.
"And why is that?" Your face heated at his intense gaze and question.
"Well, just that...I prefer a bit more meaningful conversation over who has the latest ribbons and who was out on promenade last week. That's all."
"I see." He said, his deep voice carrying a little in the room.
You cringed as heads turned to face your usual dark corner.
"You're Grace." Your mother's voice sounded in the room.
You heard gasps and whispers as the duke made his way further into the room, stopping briefly and turning to nod at you before he continued to your mother.
A few giggles from Sharon's friends sounded as she strode up to the duke and greeted him boldly.
"Your Grace." She held her gloved hand up, so he was forced to take it, kissing the back of it. You watched her easily converse with him while he politely talked and made a few remarks about the coming dinner.
They looked good together as Sharon smiled wide and listened to his words.
"Fancy seeing you here." A smarmy voice snapped you out of your stare.
"Mr. Rumlow." You gave him a small curtsy.
Mr. Rumlow was a steward in the county and if it wasn't for his personality, he would be a handsome man. He leaned towards you and you could have sworn he was inhaling your lavender and vanilla scent.
"When your mother's invitation came to me, I immediately accepted. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you."
A shiver ran through you at his words. The steward had always been a little forward with you. Last season, he had made his intentions towards you clear, but you had rejected him twice, both times your mother had shook her head at your decision calling you foolish, but you stood your ground.
She insisted you should accept, but you resisted his advancements. Something about him made you feel unsettled. You were relieved when the announcement for dinner was made so you didn't have to have awkward small talk.
You didn't notice the duke watching you with his penetrating gaze as he escorted your sister.
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You sat at the dining table in-between Mr. Rumlow and a shop keeper of the village you lived by. Your mother went to great lengths for this welcome dinner and seemed to invite random people to it.
The fine China was used, the serving staff were poised and attentive in their livery, and the tables were set precisely for the courses you were about to have. You looked down the table and noticed your sister was seated next to the duke and they politely conversed.
The duke's eyes shot to yours, so you quickly looked down at your place setting to avoid his gaze.
"I do enjoy your cook's food." The steward said making you look over at him.
"I'm pleased you do." You retorted.
As the courses were served, you ate and made small talk to the guests around you. A few conversations were taking place you had no interest in, so you listened to see if you could hear what the duke was saying. From what you caught, he was discussing the latest vote in parliament and tenant issues his friend, a Marquess, was having.
A few of the males around him were invested in the conversation when you looked over and watched Sharon. She was chatting with the people on her other side, smiling and laughing at what she was saying.
You couldn't help but feel envious at her as she had everyone's attention. She would be a good duchess you thought, while finishing the fish course.
After the main course was placed in front of you, the conversation around the table turned to literature. You perked up and listened, making sure not to jump in like you desperately wanted to. You were surprised since mostly everyone at the table agreed with the duke about the plot of the novel they were discussing.
Your face must have given your thoughts away when the duke placed his cutlery down in front of him.
"Miss Carter. We seem to have struck a nerve from your expression. What was your opinion on the ending of the book? Was it to your liking?" he asked.
Everyone's heads turned and faced you. You peeked at your mother whose face was red, scowling at you, begging you not to answer. You finished taking a sip of water then dabbed at the corners of your mouth with your napkin.
"Well, your grace, I have to disagree with you."
The table gasped at your blunt response.
The duke seemed shocked at your opinion, but he leaned forward, intrigued at your words.
"Is that so?"
"Y-yes." You stated more firmly.
"I found the protagonist a bit lacking and, in all honesty, simple. His decisions were selfish and they cost him everything, including his love."
Everyone murmured and were surprised you said what you did. The duke leaned back and smirked.
"Did you now? Well, I'll certainly keep that in mind then. Your opinion has me intrigued to re-read the novel so I can see it from that side of things."
"Oh, don't bother listening to Y/n. Her opinions are quite different than everyone else's. Everyone here liked the book so what else is there to discuss?" Sharon waved you off.
"Perhaps." The duke studied you before he went back to eating.
You caved in on yourself knowing it was bold of you to go against the opinion of a duke, and to do it on front of many influential people was a risk. You happened to sneak a glance at your mother who was seething at you from her seat.
"I felt the same as you when I read that book" came the steward next to you.
Of course he did.
You looked over at him and smiled politely then went back to your meal.
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Dinner ended and the men excused themselves while the women went into the parlour. You didn't feel like joining them in their card games or gossip, so you retreated for the night feigning a headache.
Besides, no one would miss you anyways apart from the steward who was probably going to watch you with his beady dark eyes like he usually does. You decided a walk in the gardens was in store, so you grabbed a shawl and headed outside before bed. A good blast of brisk evening air would clear your mind.
The gardens and small pond were one of your favourite places to escape to.
The pond was silent, almost like liquid glass where you stood and admired it.
"You know, no one has ever defied my opinion on a book, certainly not directly to my face." Came a deep voice startling you out of your gaze.
You had to hide your amusement.
"Oh?" You turned and faced the duke.
"It was refreshing honestly." He shrugged and leaned against the trunk of a large tree.
"Why aren't you with the other gentlemen smoking your cigars and drinking your port?" You asked, turning to face him.
You saw him shrug one shoulder.
"I don't smoke or drink much." Was his reply.
"How is your headache?" He asked.
Your eyes snapped up to his. No one should have noticed you told your mother about your fake headache, but the duke somehow knew.
"Fine. A bit of air has helped."
"I'm glad then."
You were still facing him, watching his eyes take you in.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" You asked.
The duke moved from the tree and made his way to your side.
"I did. Although, the company was lacking."
You raised a curious eyebrow at his reply.
"Who is the steward?" he asked before you could ask why he thought that.
You sighed then rolled your eyes.
"Someone who thinks they are engaged to me."
"Is he?" You saw the duke's jaw tick in the moonlight.
"Goodness no. He's..." You didn't want to tarnish the reputation of the steward, but you felt you had no choice.
"He's forward; doesn't take no for an answer. He made his intentions towards me known last year and both times I rejected him." You admitted.
The duke watched you pull your shawl tighter around you. Something deep within him had to stop him from wrapping his arms around you to comfort you and keep your warm as that would be inappropriate.
"So, he keeps coming by then? Bothering you?"
"In all honesty, this was the first time I have seen him since. I usually try and avoid his letters and advancements."
"What is he doing here?"
"My mother more than likely invited him. According to my maid, he should be gone tomorrow."
"Good." Came the duke's blunt reply.
"I should head back."
You gave him a polite smile before you left the shoreline. The duke escorted you back to the estate, both stopping at the bottom of the stairs once you were inside.
"I'm afraid I am heading to my chamber. Besides, I'm sure my sister will send out a search party if she doesn't see you before she retires." You jested enjoying the look of discomfort on the duke's face.
"Goodnight, your grace." You said before you turned and headed up the stairs.
You got to the top and saw the duke was still watching you before he nodded and took off for the drawing room.
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The next few days proved uneventful around the estate. The duke managed to spend his time around your sister making your mother delighted at their possible courtship and engagement. You saw them walk the gardens, ride into town for a promenade, share meals together, all while you stood aside and watched.
You diligently remained in the shadows and outskirts, keeping out of the way whenever they were around. According to your mother, the duke was going to make his official announcement at the Stark ball, so she was already fussing with what gowns to wear.
You were told to wear your blue gown, and your sister would wear her soft pink gown which would match her hair accessories and necklace. You told your maid your mother's choice so she could have it cleaned and ready before the ball when you decided to head to the library for some reading.
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"Oh, I hadn't realized someone was in here."
You looked up, startled, from your book and saw the duke standing inside the doorway.
"I can leave your grace, if you need privacy." You rose from your seat, but he held his hand out.
"That's not necessary. I only have some correspondence to go over and was going to use the desk in here because of the light." He pointed to the large wooden desk that used to be your father's.
It sat in front of a large set of windows that faced south. He stepped towards it and pulled out a stack of envelopes from his inside pocket of his jacket and placed them down. You sat and went back to your book but heard footsteps walk towards you.
"Anything interesting?" He pointed to the book.
You hated having to put your book down then find where you left off but you placed it on your lap and smiled.
"One of my favourites."
You showed him the spine. He smiled and then his eyes scanned the library.
"I see why you spend your time here." He looked around the well stocked library, cozy seating, and roaring fire.
"Keeping notes on my whereabouts, are we?" You teased.
You could have sworn you saw a blush of pink darken his cheeks.
"Your sister tells me you are an avid reader who is always lurking in the library."
"Right, well she would be correct in her assessment."
You went back to your book. The duke still stood in front of you.
"Yes?" You asked, putting your book down once again.
"If I have to put my book down one more time your grace..." you teased.
"James." He blurted out.
"I'm sorry?"
"If we are to be friends, I insist you call me by my given name. James. Especially when it is only us in a room." Then he turned and headed to the desk, sitting behind it.
"You plan on being alone with me often?" You boldly asked.
He gave you a look before he went back to his letters but was smiling to himself.
"James." You tried out his name on your tongue liking the sound of it.
You looked over at him, and he was watching you intently.
"So, we are friends then?"
"Yes. We are." He nodded and opened a few of his letters.
"Well then. If it's alright with you, I will continue reading my book."
"Please do."
You both sat in the library in silence while James caught up with his correspondence and you read. You had to stop yourself from glancing over at James as he wrote his letters. The sunlight from the window made his dark chestnut hair shine from the light, auburn streaks were showing through from the rays.
His brows were concentrated on his letters making his handsome features more pronounced. The quill in his hand smoothy flicked on the parchment, and he was careful not to get any ink on his long fingers and wrist.
You envied Sharon at having his attention on her. You noticed a few bouquets of flowers that were placed in her chambers over the past few days, no doubt gifts from the duke himself. You closed your eyes and briefly thought what it would be like to be courted by a duke then opened them and sighed.
It was nice to dream, but it would never be a reality for you. The light started to fade into the evening when you decided to leave to ready yourself for dinner. James stood and nodded to you as you left the library.
When you left, James could finally concentrate. He had a hard time focusing on his work while you sat and read your book.
James started to formulate a reply to a letter Steven wrote to him, asking how things were going. He read and re-read the letter deciding how to respond. Sure, he was fine, pleased to have a place to stay, but the company was lacking. If finding a bride was this exhausting, he was glad to only do it once in his life.
Sharon was pleasant enough, and certainly pretty, agreeing to his suggestions on what to do or where they would go, but his conversations with her were lacking substance and sincerity. He felt like she would go along with whatever he said and never challenge him or encourage him or support him if he needed it.
What if there was an issue he needed guidance with? Sure, he could always ask Steven and his stewards, but his wife should be a decent option, especially if she had ideas and thoughts of her own on his issues. He would certainly be there for her if she needed any help, so why not her do the same for him?
His own thoughts drifted towards you and he smiled to himself. He somehow knew you would never have a problem telling him about your opinion on anything and that made him smile. It was refreshing to listen to you, and he wished more women of the ton were like you.
You kept up with current events and were curious in nature so he knew you would be a good partner to have. He read another letter from his mother who reminded him all he would have to do is marry and produce an heir. She mentioned that if there was not a spark or love connection, he should still plan to marry Sharon seeing as how she was the favourite of the season.
Sharon could stay in any one of his other properties and be counted upon to join his side at formal events, but James shook that idea from his head. He wanted more. He wanted a partner and a real marriage with a connection and love.
Was he ready to settle for the best of the season even if that best was lacking with his own wants? Would he have a fulfilled enough life with Sharon at his side? He gripped at his hair and pulled it slightly then groaned.
He has lots to think about before the Stark ball as he finished responding to his letters.
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The following morning, you decided to head out for an early ride. You wore your old riding habit and climbed upon your horse when you stopped at the footsteps that were coming towards you.
"Good morning." James tipped his hat.
"James." You nodded at him.
"I thought I would get some riding in before the start to the day. Will you show me where the best places to ride are?" He asked while walking down the row of horses.
A stable boy had readied a black horse named Thunder for the duke to ride.
"I can do that."
He climbed upon his horse, and you guided yours out from the stables while James followed.
You both rode around, letting your horse's race, canter, and gallop through the grounds. You smiled and laughed together while you showed the duke around your estate. You're certain his own estate and other properties are far superior to yours, but you were excited to show him some things that were your favourite.
You found yourselves resting by small stream and waterfall which was a beloved place of yours to relax in.
You sat under a large shady willow tree while the branches swayed in the light breeze and the rocky waterfall poured itself into the pond.
"So, you're telling me, Lady Sharon doesn't enjoy horseback riding?"
"Not in the least. She says it's too dirty and doesn't like the smell of horse." You sighed, picking at a long stem of grass.
"Hmm." Was his response.
"What else?" James asked.
"Sir, you want me to gossip about my own sister? How inappropriate." You teased making James chuckle.
"If I am to wed her which is what everyone wants me to do, I wish to KNOW her. She hardly tells me personal things when I ask."
"Very well then."
You thought about a few things you could tell him and smiled.
"She hates spiders, doesn't like to lose during card games, and if you cross her, she will find a way to make you pay."
"Oh?" James looked over at you.
"How so?" he asked.
"Let's just say a few years ago, she had one of the footmen place a frog in my bed because I beat her at a game of whist."
James chuckled.
"I'm sure you screamed at the amphibian."
"No, I didn't. I mean I was startled yes, but the joke was on her though because I adore frogs. I managed to capture it then torture her with it before breakfast. She was shocked I held it in my bare hands so that only made me chase her around the room while I carried it. Mother found out and made me get rid of it, so I placed it at the pond in one of the gardens out back." You shrugged making James laugh harder.
You liked listening to his laugh which you're certain he doesn't let it out often due to his title and who he is.
You both sat in comfortable silence while you listened to the flowing water.
"It is nice here. I have something similar at my country estate I think you would like." James said.
"Oh?"
"I'd like to show you one day."
"Perhaps when I am a governess to your future children."
James winced slightly but you didn't notice. If he was being honest with himself, he would rather spend his time with you over your sister. He found you interesting, well educated, knowledgeable, polite, yet there was a spark you had he was drawn to. Your sister and her friends have said you were opinionated, perhaps brash, but he never found you to be either of those things.
Besides, he wouldn't mind the challenge of being around someone who didn't agree to his every whim like most did. He enjoyed hearing your opinions on literature, current events, and the local government. He even raised an eyebrow at your stance against the latest bill that was going to be brought forward. Not that he doubted your beliefs, just that he was more shocked you paid attention.
He liked that.
He liked a lot of things about you, but he put those thoughts aside, remembering his letters. The latest one his mother had sent him told him to make his decision soon and it should be Sharon.
James watched you pick at the grass and a few small flowers, twirling them in your fingers. The sun made your hair sparkle and shine while you wiped a few loose strands aside. He had to fight the urge to have his hands move those hairs away. He liked the colour of your eyes, and your skin seemed to glow in the morning light.
He couldn't understand why you didn't wear more colour and did more things with your hair like Sharon had. She seemed to have your mother's attention and James noticed the way in which you were treated.
"Did you have a season?" James finally asked, cutting the silence.
You looked over at him and shrugged a shoulder.
"I had six."
"Six?"
James was at a loss for words. How could you go six seasons and not have a husband by now? That was nonsense.
"And no proposals or interest other than from the steward?"
You shuddered but nodded. "That is true. No one courted me or showed me any interest. I was told I was too opinionated. Too much of a liability if I were to wed a gentleman of status."
"That's preposterous." James muttered.
"Those were my mothers' words. I failed so many times during my seasons; she gave up on me and turned her attention to my sister. I'm used to it I suppose."
James suspected as much from the way you were treated. He had travelled for a bit before his father passed, then he found himself too busy to attend the seasons since he was being trained on taking over the role of duke so he missed out on them. He has asked on a few occasions to include you but your mother or Sharon always made-up excuses for you saying you were too tired or too busy, neither of which he knew you weren't.
"Oh, look, a chipmunk." You chuckled at the little creature scurrying down from a tree and looked over at James who was watching you.
You realised he was sitting close to you and that sent a little thrill throughout you. His long legs were stretched in front of him in a relaxed pose, and his hands were propping him up. His left hand was close to yours since you felt the grass pack down when he adjusted his position to look at the chipmunk.
"I can watch them all day."
You met his eyes and your cheeks pinkened from his gaze. You could get lost in looking at his eyes, they seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. You noticed a few small freckles on his nose and had to fight the urge to trace them with your fingertips. You turned and faced the pond, clearing your throat, not before you felt his fingers brush against yours. If anyone were to come upon you, it would be deemed highly inappropriate.
You didn't want to separate, but reluctantly stood, brushing your dress from the grass.
"Well, we should head back. I'm sure Sharon has lots planned for you today." You pointed towards the direction of the estate.
"Right." James stood and cleared his throat before he walked over to his horse and released him from the branches.
He assisted you into your saddle and you continued back to the stables then to breakfast.
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James sat in the empty library and scowled down at his letters. This week had been a lot for him, but he knew one thing. He did not think he was ready to make his announcement like his mother was expecting of him. He would see her at the ball and was hoping there would be enough time to introduce her to Sharon, then you before he told her of his plans. He was certain she would understand once meeting you both and would give him more time.
Truthfully, he thought of the repercussions of being seen with Sharon, then perhaps courting you, but he didn't care what society thought of his actions. His heart was no longer in it with Sharon, and he wanted to pursue you, if you would have him.
He would make it, so Sharon and your family was still in good standing and not part of a scandal this was sure to cause, but he had to trust his own mind and heart for his future, and nothing else.
He leaned back in his chair and said, "I hope you know what's coming for you Y/n." Before he smiled to himself and finished with his letters.
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The night of the ball, you wore your blue gown and picked at a few loose threads you had found. The gown was a few seasons old, but the style was classic and simple. The empire waist fit you right which led to a slightly flared gown that moved well when you walked creating a slight 'swish' sound with every step.
You put your long satin white gloves on and looked at yourself one last time before you left your chambers. You heard commotion in the hall as your sister and mother readied themselves, hearing them leave a few minutes ago. You waited the appropriate time and headed down the stairs.
"Lady Y/n." You heard the duke formally address you.
Seeing as how you were a spinster, most called you Miss Carter, but having Lady in front of your name made you feel good.
Sharon and your mother stood waiting while you descended the stairs. The duke approached you and politely offered you his hand, which you took, wishing you didn't have gloves between you like the first time you had met.
The duke escorted you all to the carriage and you were helped in, with the duke sitting next to your mother and you next to Sharon. She chatted the entire ride to the Stark mansion while guessing the colour palette and décor of the ballroom.
The Stark ball was always a highlight of the season since Lord Anthony Stark, and his wife spared no expense. Usually, the ballroom was decorated with bold flashes of colours and tonight was sure to be the same as years past.
James snuck glances at you while Sharon prattled on about her friends and the latest gossip. He liked the colour of your dress, even if it seemed a little old and plain. He noticed you did not wear feathers or pearls in your hair like Sharon had, but it was still intricately styled and appropriate.
He saw your eyes scan the passing streets then they would move to him before you looked away and blushed to yourself. He enjoyed your shyness and was glad he had stolen a few moments with you since he saw you open yourself up to him and your personality shine.
The carriage pulled up to the mansion, and you had to fight the urge that something dreadful was going to happen. You walked into the mansion upon arrival and your mouth popped open in shock.
"Oh!" You looked around the grand ballroom.
Crystal chandeliers that held flickering candles, intricate wall sconces, and numerous bouquets of exotic flowers adorned the room. Perfumed air mixed with flowers and the scents of leather jolted your senses while you took it all in.
The duke was announced with your sister on his arm to the many whispers of the group followed by your mother and you. You stayed out of the way while you watched people greet the duke and Sharon. She smiled and hung onto the duke's arm like she was going to fall over.
The duke made polite small talk when your mother leaned in and whispered, "I suspect him to announce their engagement tonight."
You looked at her and nodded.
"I'm happy for them."
It pained you to say it, but you were glad your sister had her moment. You stepped aside and headed for the corner of the ballroom, taking a glass of punch while you stood and watched. Gone were the days when you would take a turn about the room with your mother as she introduced you and now, she stood off to the side and observed, please with her matchmaking skills while you were left alone.
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James excused himself from the intense grip Sharon had on his arm and escaped to see a few of his friends, Lord Rogers being one of them. They stood off to the side and away from most of the crowd.
"How are you fairing." Steven clapped James on the back in a friendly greeting.
James and Steven talked about his week, Sharon, you, and what his thoughts were.
"You have yourself a predicament my friend." Steven said.
"I know. Have you seen my mother yet?"
"Haven't seen her." Steven shrugged.
"My townhouse is finished, so I plan on leaving the Carter estate early in the morning." James was relieved he was going to head back to his residence.
"That's good then. You can get away and do some thinking."
James once again adjusted his cravat and sighed. Steven was amused at his friend's discomfort, pleased he was not a part of the season.
"You have yet to introduce Sharon to your mother?"
"She didn't make it to the estate this week. She asked to be introduced to her tonight."
"Well, good luck with that."
"Thanks."
James was less amused at his friend. James looked around the ballroom and felt Lady Sharon's gaze on him. He didn't look over to her, when he turned and scanned the shadows and outskirts of the dancefloor knowing you may be there. He didn't find you and frowned to himself.
"Are you looking for someone?" Steven asked.
"Who me? No, not at all. Just...taking it all in I suppose." Steven eyed his friend but didn't say anything more.
"There's my son." The dowager duchess announced from behind both men.
James winced to Steven before he turned and faced his mother.
"Mother." He had his cheek gently patted.
"Lord Rogers." The dowager spied the Marquess before he could sneak away into the crowd.
"Don't think I saw you try and escape me. I trust you're staying out of trouble?" She asked.
Lord Rogers took a few steps to her and leaned in, kissing her on her soft cheek.
"Always, your grace." He flashed her a wink making the dowager scoff.
"I should be on my way then. James, it was a pleasure. I'm sure I'll see you before you leave. Your grace." Steven bowed to them before he excused himself.
"That boy needs to find someone." Winnifred tutted after James' friend.
"Mother." James was already exasperated enough.
"Where is your lady, James?" Winnifred looked around the room.
"Let me take you to her." James said, offering her his arm.
James walked towards Lady Sharon, but his mother had decided she wanted a bit of air before she met her future daughter in law. James steered her out onto the terrace and that is when he saw you.
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The ball was in full swing since you had arrived and the room was becoming warm and a little unbearable. You had gone out on the terrace to get yourself some air when you looked over and saw James walk towards you.
"Your grace."
"Miss Carter."
You curtsied slightly to the duke while he approached. On his arm was an older woman with dark chestnut hair that was styled neatly and her bright blue eyes were piercing like James'.
"James, you never told me how beautiful she was in your letters." The older woman gave you a warm smile.
You looked around, thinking someone else was beside you.
"And how elegant too. I'm glad you went with the simpler gown dear. Too much décolletage is never a good thing for a lady." She took a hold of your gloved hand and squeezed your fingers looking pleased with herself.
"Yes, I do believe you did well my son." The woman smiled wide.
"Um..." You were at a loss for words.
Who did this woman think you were exactly?
"Oh, dear, Lady Rogers and Lady Wilson are waving to me through the doorway. I should go and visit with them before they leave. Will you come with me? I'm sure they would love to say hello." She asked James who nodded.
"I'm sure we'll be seeing lots of each other in the coming weeks." She smiled wide.
He excused them and walked away, escorting his mother. He looked over his shoulder and mouthed, "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." To you before they left the terrace.
What was that about?
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Your mother witnessed the entire exchange between you, the dowager, and the duke and scowled at what she saw. She sneered into her cup of punch and frowned, displeased since her plan did not seem to be working. She didn't work this hard for the result to not end in her favour. She smirked when she spied someone who would be interested to know your whereabouts and decided to form a plan with them.
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You looked around the terrace, taking in the slight breeze and twinkling stars above. Lady Stark had large bowls of fire in high cauldrons painted deep red trimmed with gold scattered throughout the lawns. They were both interesting to look at and provided a bit of warmth from the cooling night air.
You heard footsteps approach from your side, so you turned and saw James.
"I must apologize for earlier. I was going to introduce my mother to your sister but saw you first. She assumed you were her. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable." James said with concern in his voice.
"I figured as much, but thank you, I am fine."
"Good."
"So, tell me, how is your night going your grace?" You smiled at the duke.
"Going well. I have met a lot of people. And you?"
"It's always the same for me at these types of events, but I am well."
You both stood on the terrace, smiling at each other.
"Well, I should head back inside. I'm sure there are more people for me to meet. Do you want me to escort you back to your mother?" James asked.
"No, I think I will stay out here for a little while."
"Fair enough. I will see you shortly." James nodded his head at you, turned, leaving you standing on the terrace.
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"Miss Carter." A voice stopped you from moving.
"Mr. Rumlow." You turned and plastered on a smile.
"I'm so glad you're here."
He stood unusually close to you causing you to step back slightly. A few other people were wandering the terrace, so you were glad you weren't completely alone with the steward.
"Y/n." Your mothers voice caught your attention.
"Lady Carter." Mr. Rumlow greeted your mother.
"I'm glad you two connected." Your mother smiled.
"Yes, I was asking your mother earlier where you were and she said you were probably avoiding people, so I found you here."
"Right." You fidgeted with your fingers.
You noticed something off between your mother and the steward.
"I was wondering..." Mr. Rumlow cleared his throat.
"I should head inside. I don't want to catch a chill..." You pointed to the doors.
"Nonsense, stay and have a talk with the Steward." Your mother encouraged.
"Lady Y/n? Is that you?" A voice interrupted you.
"Lady Maximoff." You were relieved of the intrusion she had caused.
"May I trouble you for a turn around the ballroom?" Lady Wanda asked.
"It has been a while since I have seen you and I do want to catch up." She watched your mother's lips purse.
"Yes, please."
You quickly went to her side and the two of you went back into the ballroom, grateful for the interruption. You had always liked Lady Wanda. She had her first season with you but had been successful and had matched with a Lord who were wed at the end of the season.
You had heard she had recently given birth to twins and eager to hear how her life was going.
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About an hour later, you finally found your mother who was standing alone and stood by her side, seeing Sharon on the arm of the duke. Your stomach was in fits knowing his announcement was coming so you wanted to be close to your mother when it happens. After some time, the orchestra quieted down and the crowd was eager to see what was about to unfold.
"This is it." Your mother grinned wide.
You looked over at your sister and the duke, but they seemed just as baffled at the sudden quietness of the room.
Just as you were about to ask your mother what was going on, an announcement was made in a voice you knew too well.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the ton."
Oh no.
The room seemed to blur with your vision going spotty. It seemed to be getting warmer in the room with every second that ticked by. Mr. Rumlow stood smugly in the centre of the ballroom. You looked at your mother in shock, then over at Sharon who was smirking at you.
"I'm pleased to announce my engagement to Miss Carter. She has agreed to marry me tonight."
Your mouth popped open in shock with the rest of the room followed by a few murmurs, gasps, then quiet chuckles. Your engagement announcement was hardly newsworthy but from the looks and whispers of it, the gossip is going to be downright feral.
You looked over at Sharon and James. Sharon was smiling and James seemed confused and just as in shock as everyone else. Your mother was ecstatic.
"Well, look at that. I had given up on you, and you managed to come to your sense's girl. This is a good thing." Your mother grabbed your arm and pinched it slightly before she let it go.
"But...I didn't...I mean...I never...He never..."
"Quiet and smile, he's coming over to you, don't embarrass me."
"Mr. Rumlow." Your mother smiled wide at his approach.
"My lady. Will you dance with me?" Mr. Rumlow bowed his head and held out his arm to you.
You looked across at James, then your sister, then at the crowd who were all waiting for your move.
"I...I..." Your mother nudged you which seemed to snap you out of your head.
"Take his arm." She said between clenched teeth.
You tentatively reached out and placed your hand in the crook of his arm, which he took and clutched you close to him. You wanted to crawl out of your skin at the contact.
The music started back up and you were walked to the dancefloor while everyone watched. You were utterly confused and shocked at what had just transpired. You were now apparently engaged to the steward, and in front of everyone, nonetheless.
There was no turning back now. Your head was a mess while you were spun around the space. You finally focused and found a scowling James standing next to your sister, deep in thought. The music ended and you were escorted back to where your mother stood.
"I'll be by tomorrow so we can start planning our wedding." Mr. Rumlow took your hand and kissed the back of it before he excused himself.
"Congratulations sister." Sharon had a rigid smile at you.
"Umm...thank you?" You quietly whispered.
"Now we have a wedding to plan. I was also hoping I would have another one to plan...but I guess that will have to wait." Your mother eyed the duke.
James stood looking uncomfortable under her gaze. It looked like he wanted to ask you more questions but was at a loss for words.
"James." You heard his mother's voice from behind you.
She looked between you and her son.
Your mother turned and smiled. "Your grace." Giving her a bow along with Sharon.
"Who is this?" The dowager pointed to your sister.
"This is Lady Sharon." James replied.
His mother looked her up and down, eyeing her with her cool blue eyes. Sharon seemed to falter slightly under her gaze, something she has never experienced before. The dowager then looked over at you.
"But I had thought..." She snapped her mouth closed when you saw James flash her a glare.
"How are you engaged?" The dowager asked.
"Well, she was asked earlier and accepted." Your mother answered for you, sounding short.
"Does she know that?" the dowager asked, looking between you and your mother.
Under different circumstances, you may have chuckled, but no one else was amused.
"James, we have lots to discuss. I'll be at your townhouse in the afternoon then." James nodded at his mother who gave you one last look before she turned and headed out of the ballroom.
"I can have the carriage ready if you are all ready to leave?" James asked.
"I guess there are not going to be any further announcements." Sharon pouted.
"That is disappointing, don't you think your grace?" Your mother looked over at James.
"I think we have all had much excitement for tonight." He stood firm when he faced your mother.
"Shall we?" He held his arm out for Sharon to take as you all left the ball.
Your head was a mess knowing your life was about to change come the morning.
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i was inspired by the bunnygirl sketch i reblogged yesterday, and i reeeeeally wanted to do something with bunnygirl!reader and wolfman!Bucky for easter, but i didn't have time. (it's my own fault. i decided i wanted to bake lemon sugar cookies AND lime sugar cookies—but they came out good though!)
so anyway have this little something i wrote in between baking 🐰🐺 this is a new kind of au for me, but if there's interest, i'll try to revisit this premise in a fully fleshed out fic (or maybe i'll finish the fic i started writing on the train yesterday about bunnygirl!reader walking into a dirty dive bar and finding wolfman!Bucky......)
warnings: about 1.8k words of 18+ content ahead (minors dni!!!). includes animal/human hybrids having sex + forest sex, knotting, breeding—these warnings are not complete!
bunnygirl!reader who ventures soooo deep into the woods because spring has sprung and you’re restless. you’re searching for something, but you don’t know what.
bunnygirl!reader who gets overheated because the leaves haven't fully come in yet and you’re so hot in the sun. so you strip down until you’re naked—sure that you’ve wandered so far into the forest no one else will be around—to take a nice refreshing dip in the stream.
bunnygirl!reader who stretches out in a patch of grass, letting the sun dry your skin so you don’t get your clothes wet. you start feeling warm again—but this is a different kind of warm—and you find your fingers wandering down between your thighs, where you’re wet and sticky and so sensitive. you’re aching and empty. you need to be fucked, you need to be pumped full of come like the good little breeding bunny you crave to be.
wolfman!Bucky who stumbles onto your clearing and stops in the shadow of the brush when he sees you, a delectable little bunnygirl making soft, needy sounds that are like music to his pointed ears. it only takes one whiff of your scent, carried on the gentle spring breeze, to make the blood rush to his cock, until he's straining against his jeans and pawing at the bulge for any kind of relief. he knows what you need and he’s more than willing to give you the rough pounding and the thorough breeding that your plump bunny body is yearning for.
wolfman!Bucky who can't take the torture of watching you for long. he's loathe to scare you, but he's not sure how much longer his cock will let his brain win out. he manages until your needy whimpers turn from something sweet to desperate. he watches while you flip over onto your belly, pushing up onto your knees, your cheek still pressed in the thick grass as you get into the new position. your fluffy, puffball tail wiggles and your ass sways invitingly as you finger your dripping hole, keening whines spilling from your perfect lips.
wolfman!Bucky who tears his clothes off as he emerges from the shadows of the forest, following his cock straight to you. he knows the moment you realize he's there because your long ears twitch toward his footsteps and you train hazy eyes on his big, broad form. he sinks down to his knees in the grass beside you, not touching you but pumping away at his cock as he coos at you, "poor little bun, d'you need some help?” his voice is a low rumble, nearly a purr and he watches as some of the tension drains from your body. “my name's Bucky, and I'd love to take care of you, if you'll let me."
bunnygirl!reader who was always warned away from big, bad wolves in the deep, dark forest… but Bucky looks nice, with his lowered ears and his fluffy, flicking tail. and his cock looks even nicer—so thick and long you know it will fill you up so much better than your fingers. he’s so handsome and he’s so hard, and you’re so, so needy. your body moves before your fuzzy mind has even realized you made your decision, your ears lowering in a sign of submission and your spine arching deeper, presenting your ass and dripping pussy to the wolfman with the pretty blue eyes.
bunnygirl!reader who whimpers a soft, plaintive, "please," and it's all Bucky needs to prowl around your body, grab you by your plush hips, and bury his face in your slick, swollen cunt. you cry out, your fingers tangling in the lush, spring grass of the forest as he begins to devour your whole. your hips thrust back against Bucky's face while the wolfman eats you out like he's starving, his greedy mouth drinking your nectar straight from the source while his tongue and teeth worship your plump pussy. he’s voracious, and it’s all you can do to keep your trembling thighs under you while you endure his hunger.
bunnygirl!reader who's so lost in pleasure, you don't even flinch when the wolf's sharp canine teeth graze your clit. instead, a full-body shiver races down your spine and you let out a loud, wailing moan as tension coils tighter in your center. you still feel helplessly empty, your pussy clenching pitifully around nothing—except when Bucky slips his tongue into your pulsing hole—but you're too far gone to care. you're humping your hips, rubbing your pussy shamelessly on the wolfman's face, greedily riding Bucky's wickedly eager tongue. it’s enough to take the edge off your need, and you chase the pleasure relentlessly, eager for everything the wolfman has to offer.
wolfman!Bucky who's determined to make you come before he shoves you full of his cock, but you taste so sweet on his tongue, he's in danger of spilling into the grass. so he works you harder and harder, desperate for your release, sucking on your clit and fucking your tight hole with his tongue, dragging his sharp teeth against your plump flush, learning what you like. it's when he gets rougher, nipping your little pearl hard with his blunt teeth, that you finally come apart. as soon as he feels the telltale squeeze of your cunt, Bucky straightens, lines up the angry red tip of his cock with your pussy and shoves deep with one, savage thrust.
bunnygirl!reader who was already moaning through an overwhelming release, but at the sudden intrusion of Bucky's cock—the thick, hard length of him filling up your clenching cunt so perfectly—your cries ratchet higher, becoming screams of ecstasy. pleasure washes through your body in brutal, devastating waves, one release cresting into a second, your pussy pulsing steadily around the wolfman's cock and sucking him deeper, gripping the base of him, where you can already feel his knot beginning to expand. the thought of him filling you with his come and plugging you full of his knot sends you careening into a new wave of need, your mindless cries of pleasure becoming desperate whines all over again.
wolfman!Bucky who barely stops himself from coming as soon as he's buried knot-deep in your hot, sticky pussy. his entire being—mind, body and soul—narrows down to the point where you're clutching him like your cunt will never let him go. to distract himself, he runs his hands over your ass and hips, thumb flicking the cute little cottontail nestled just above the rosebud of your other hole, enjoying the blissed out whimpers that slip from your lips when he does. when the tenor of your voice changes and your ass begins to wiggle impatiently, Bucky curls his bigger body around your smaller form, his hands groping your tits roughly while his mouth finds your ear. "ready for the real fun to begin, little bun?" he growls, "gonna pound this tight, warm bunny cunt with my big, fat wolf cock and fill you up. gonna knot you—gonna breed you, lil bun."
bunnygirl!reader who goes completely mindless at those words, bouncing your ass against Bucky's lap and urging him on. the wolfman doesn't need any more incentive, setting a merciless pace, his hips snapping hard against your ass, his cock barreling deep into your pussy with rough thrusts. you cream all over his thick length, screaming your pleasure into the grass while you take the wolfman's pounding, so blissed out, so unbelievably full, that you hope it lasts forever. you want to be impaled on Bucky's cock for the rest of your life, a blissed out little bunny with a pussy eager for breeding.
wolfman!Bucky who ravages you tenderly, his hands groping and gripping all the plush softness of your body he can reach—pinching and plucking at your nipples, kneading your tits, squeezing your hips and thighs and pulling you harder and faster onto his cock. his knot is already beginning to inflate, catching at the edge of your hole and making you whimper deliciously beneath his bigger body. Bucky knows he's close, and he wants you there with him, so his hand slips between your thighs, rubbing meanly at your sticky, swollen clit until your breath hitches and your cunt clenches hard around his cock.
bunnygirl!reader who nearly blacks out from the pleasure, your breath caught in your lungs and your whole body strung tight. when Bucky bullies your clit, everything in your body snaps and you scream your release for all the trees of the deep, dark forest to hear. you scream so long and so loud, your throat goes raw, and you're distantly aware of the wolfman rutting into your body, chasing his own release while you're swept away in yours. finally, he shoves his cock deep in your cunt and his knot inflates, stretching you so full, your pussy shudders with another wave of pleasure that steals your breath, all while Bucky spills his hot, potent seed into you. "breed me, Bucky," you rasp sweetly, a dazed smile curling your lips, your cunt milking him dry.
wolfman!Bucky who goes feral at your husky, honeyed words, hips grinding his knot deep into your cunt until his cock is pressed right against your cervix, giving you exactly what you want and filling you with every drop of come from his balls. he presses one hand to your lower belly, where he's throbbing inside you, and uses his other hand to turn your face toward him, growling against the corner of your mouth, "gonna breed you so good, baby. my lil bun's gonna be knocked up before spring's over.” he can feel your smile against his mouth, and it makes him groan his pleasure. “you’re gonna gimme a whole litter of pups before i'm done with you, isn't that right, my sweet girl?"
bunnygirl!reader who hums in agreement, smiling as you turn your head just a fraction of an inch more, pouting your lips until Bucky's capturing them in a devouring kiss. your wolfman cups your head gently and kisses you fiercely while you both come down from your releases. when he finally breaks the kiss, he eases you down onto your side into a more comfortable position. your smaller body fits perfectly into the cradle of his, his knot keeping the two of you tied together while Bucky lavishes your cheeks and neck and shoulders with kisses.
wolfman!Bucky who can't believe his luck. he's holding you in his arms, one hand idly stroking your belly while he brushes butterfly kisses to your cheeks. you're using his bicep like a pillow and smiling so sweetly, giggling so delightedly at the feel of his scruff against your cheeks, that it makes his heart clench in his chest. he knows, on all his honor as a wolf, that he'll take care of you for the rest of his days. he'll kiss you and knot you and breed you. he'll make a home for you and provide for you and raise your kids together. he'll be yours for as long as you'll have him, his sweet little bunnygirl.
thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡
Omg you wrote all this and made cookies!?!? You are the Easter Queen. This was delicious and I love them and I am so thoroughly satisfied by these perfect assortment of words.
being coddled during sex 🥺 him holding your hand and cradling your head against his neck and kissing your temples and calling you sweet names and cooing at you telling you how good you’re doing and how pretty you look creaming his cock and praising you until your head’s all fuzzy and you’re crying and slurring his name dumbly and so, so deeply in love
