Summary: After you kill your abusive father, Thor is sent to kill you. He makes a different call. You make him regret it.
He’s finally caught up with you, across the stars. Can you persuade him to let you go a second time?
A/N:This is for my loveliest love’s writing challenge @xbuchananbarnes. My prompt was the dialogue (#10) “I let you live once, Princess.”
Special thank you to @honeychicanawrites for letting me freak out to her and for betaing!
Warnings: NSFW. Death and trauma focused conversation. Read at your own risk, I won’t spoil the end. Minor character death, but he’s a jerk. Violent imagery. Smut. Trauma. Mentions of unexplained abuse toward reader. Past violence toward reader. Links to porn gifs. Brief moment of PTSD.
A/N:I know it’s late but I just finished today so forgive me, and as alwaysFeedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount:1,317
Warnings:Angst, Death, Guilt, Bucky have recollection
“Follow me.” Y/n said her voice quietly, Wanda walked briskly as fast as Y/n was, they entered Y/n’s chambers.
Wanda turned to her friend. “What’s going on.”
“Were leaving I-I can’t James has chan-” She was cut off the door opened, James walked in, Y/n glared at him.
“Where do you plan to leave, I am king and I have eyes and ears everywhere, you think I won’t find you, my queen.” James spoke all of this was sent Y/n’s breath was shaky. “Wanda you can leave, unless you wish to watch me fuck her into submission.” Y/n closes her eyes then looked to Wanda. “Go.” She could tell that Wanda wanted to speak up for her as Y/n had earlier that day but Y/n did not blame her nor was, she mad, she knew how Wanda was and she would not ask for her to change, Wanda practically ran from the room. James circled Y/n like he was a lion circling his prey. “James your drunk, don’t do this.” Y/n shook her head; James came close to her she could feel her husband’s breathing on her neck, his hand lift to tangle in her hair, she grabbed his wrist. “James, I know that the man I’ve grown to love is deep in there and he wouldn’t do anything that my mother would do.” That made the king back up away from her, he sat in one of the large winged back chairs near the fireplace. Y/n took that as that she could leave the room but as she did, she ran into prince Brock. “No leave this castle you are not welcome in the North any longer all you do is tear apart perfectly good things.”
“This will start a war Queen.” He hissed.
“I don’t care.” Her voice was as strong as she could make it, the prince stormed out of the castle, and for the first time in days she could breathe fresh air again. Her chest rose and fell as she let tear’s role down her cheeks.
“Your highness?” Steve ran up to the queen.
She wiped her tears away. “War is coming.” She told the captain; all he could do was nod, Y/n walked back into the chambers finding James in the same place he had been when she left. “I sent Brock back to Hydrana.”
“A war is going to start.” He said his voice shaky.
“Aye, but we’ll get through it.” She said honestly.
He huffed a laugh. “I’ve been an imbecilic the past few days I hurt you because my feelings got in the way of me thinking.”
“As much as I do want to accept your apology, James I’m going to need a little time before I go right in and am alright with this, we were both being harsh towards one another, but that doesn’t make it an excuse for you to do that.” She was blunt but as most things that is how she could be at times.
James looked at her and gave her a firm nod. “I understand.” He bowed his head to look at the ground.
Days went on with James and Y/n having distance put in between the both of them but with Brock gone it seemed to get better between both of them the mountains which once was between them shrunk into hills. James was still busy making sure that Hydrana did not attack the Kingdome. But one day a young messenger wearing the bright yellow and red of the south they were let in as he was let in James walked to the entrance. “What are you doing so far way form home?” James asked the young-looking boy.
“I have a letter I need to give directly to Queen Y/n.” The boy said to the king.
James’s brows furrowed. “Alright?” He led the boy to the library where the Queen had been spending most of her time, James opened the door Y/n laid out on the sofa reading a book. “Y/n, A messenger form the south has a letter for you.”
She sat up the boy came in and gave her the letter, she opened the envelope with the seal of her brother she looked at the letter.
To My Dear Sister
I regret to inform you that our mother and father were brutally killed in their sleep I know this will take a few days to get to you by the time you receive this I have been coronated King, there was a letter by their bed side we know the culprit, I want you to tell your husband this and that I am declaring war on the Kingdom of Hydrana, I’m going to need to help and I am starting with yours knowing that we are allies through marriage, I need you now more than ever, I want to reassure you that Aron is fine and well just sad, I want to come and see you soon, but I’m afraid this war will tear apart kingdoms and bring them together.
-Tony
Tears burned at her eyes as she read the letter, James looked at her with concerned and he walked up to her putting a comforting arm around her, “What happened?” He whispered in her ear; she handed the letter to the king.
She straightened herself up and straitened up, and walked up to the boy, Peter. “Thank you, Peter for coming all this way.”
“Queen Y/n, I’m sorry for your loss, I wish I could help you.” He frowned.
“Peter, just tell my brother that he can come to the north any time.” She told him. He bowed then took his leave, James walked up behind her, she shook her head James could tell that she was sad, even though they were shitty parents they were still the people who brought her into this world. “I want to be a lone for a little while.”
James nodded respecting her wishes and left her to be alone, James walked through the halls once he passed Wanda, he stopped her. “You should go be with Y/n, she said she wanted to be alone but I think she needs her friend.” James told the young woman.
She nodded and walked into the library Y/n looked up at the young woman, Y/n’s e/c eyes were red from tears. “What happened?” Wandas voice was soft and comforting like a warm blanket wrapped around a cold child.
“My parents were murdered.” Y/n cried harder; Wanda sat down beside her holding her hands in comfort.
Y/n was depressed over the situation for days James was concerned for her at night he’d come into the room late at night, and he’d find Y/n awake, her eyes always puffy and red, he got into bed with her, late in the night Y/n woke up because of a night mare it was similar to the one she had the night before the wedding, she got out of bed and walked out to the balcony, and watched the snow blow past her, as she looked over at the village of the Kingdome below the cold air of the north made he fingers turned red she shivered. “You’re going to get frost bight.” James spoke from behind her, she turned.
“It’s my fault.” Her voice was raspy, James looked at her in confusion. “The war that’s going to happen and my parent’s death, because of a damn rejection.”
James shook his head. “Don’t but this all on you, Y/n, He was splitting us apart and were stronger side by side.” A single tear rolled down Y/n’s cheek, the moon shining in her eyes, the stars sat in the dark sky, James pulled her into his chest giving his wife comfort and support.
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Wordcount:1,959
Warnings:Angst,Smut,Night mares, Bucky loving reader, and the event you have been waiting for…
James woke up only once he felt Y/n’s hand slap his chest, he looked to her it looked as though she was crying. “Y/n.” He shook her to wake up. She shot up out of bed, her chest heaving up and down rapidly.
“James.” She leaned into his body, the first intimate touches she ever gave him, she leaned on him for strength and comfort in a moment of hurt. “E-everything was on fire, tone and burnt.” She cried.
“My moon and stars, I will never let anything like that happen to you nor our Kingdome.” He promised.
“It all seemed so real.” She still sobbed. James laid down, pulling her close to him, pulling the fur blankets over their bodies, calming her down, once he made sure she was a sleep was when he allowed himself sleep.
Y/n awoke fining James nowhere in sight, Wanda came in along with her other ladies in waiting, she had become close to one specifically form the North, Natalia, but she prefers to be called Natasha. “Today is the day.” Wanda said to the princess. It all felt hazy that morning, Wanda was concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“I had the worst night mare last night.” Was all the Princess said, Wanda asked if Y/n wanted to talk about it, but the princess replied with a short no. The women helped the Princess into her wedding dress, it was a ballgown shaped dress all white, and off the shoulders, like always it was accustomed in the northern lands to wear a cloak of fur for this day unlike others it was a white cloak, atiara was placed on her head, her hair done in curls with two braids and golden chains hanging.
“The coronation will take place before the wedding.” Natash informed the princess. “Thats how we do it in the North.”
Then a knock came at the doors, Wanda walked over to answer. “The Princess’ wolf, Snow, is here.” The wolf ran through the door up to Y/n Snow started to rub against her owner, sensing something wrong with its owner.
Y/n’s hand ran through the wolfs fur. “Are you ready, Princess?” Natasha asked, Y/n only nodded.
James waited at the end of the throne room; the music of the South started to play, Y/n ascended the stairs looking gorges as ever, Snow walked beside her, Y/n walked with a sense of confidence, but James could see the unease in her eyes, as she got closer the song melted into the one of the North Y/n approached the King, kneeling in front of him, head bowed. “I James Buchanan Barnes have invited you here today, to witness the coronation of my fiancé Y/n Amara Stark of the South, and for the joyous wedding, Y/n, do you take the Northen lands as your own promise to protect and defend them against all odds, even against your home lands if needed, do you promise to love the lands and their people.”
“I do.” She nodded.
“And do you except the crown of the North as your own, and agree to be my Queen as we marry?”
“I do.”
“Y/n Amara Stark now of the North, I take you as my Queen.” The priest removed her tiara she wore placing it on a pillow, then James placed the Queens crown on her head.
Y/n stood beside James; the crowd applauded. Once they silenced again, the priest spoke to both. “James Y/n, do you both as King and Queen agree to love each other more than anything in all of the universe.”
James looked down at the woman beside him. “Yes.”
Y/n looked at the priest, her face not showing emotions like always. “Yes.”
“James, do you vow to take this woman in sickness and in heath, to love and honor in all that you do?” The priest said again.
“I do.” James answers were all serious, as was Y/n’s.
The priest turned to Y/n. “Y/n, do you vow to take this man in sickness and in health, to love honor and obey in all that you do.”
Y/n looked to James. “I Promise to love and honor but I will not obey like some child.” James smirked.
The priest nodded seeing that the king was fine with what the princess said. “I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss the bride.”
The ballroom was full with people, James, and Y/n, sat at a large table, gest brought gifts up to both Y/n, and James. Something caught, Y/n’s attention. “Who’s over there flirting a storm with Captain Steven.”
“Her names Peggy, she’s a lady of the old Kingdome, they always get together on occasions like this.” James noted to Y/n.
“Hmm, I like the two of them together, I’m glad he has someone to what is it?” Y/n asked not being able to think of the word.
“Woo?” James helped.
“Not exactly, but yes.” Y/n nodded.
James looked at Y/n. “You’ve seemed so sad since last night, are you sure you’re alright.”
Y/n sighed. “I don’t know, it felt real, like it was happening while we slept last night.”
Peggy walked up with a gift in her hands placing Infront of both Y/n and James. “King James Queen Y/n, I hope you except my gift.” She spoke.
“Aye we do.” Y/n said to her.
“And I’d like for you, both to except my request to stay in the North lands.” Peggy’s head was bowed.
“Lift your head.” Y/n spoke to her, Peggys brown eyes met Y/e/c ones. “Of course, we do.”
Peggy’s dark red lips smiled. “Thank you.”
“May I have a dance with my Queen?” James asked, Y/n stood, giving him a look as if to ask, what are you waiting for? James smirked standing alongside her, he led her to the dance floor. He pulled her into him, both he and she glided across the floors. It was a Northern dance; he was one for prosperity and growth. The night went on it was a night of Dancing laughing, and fun, until the end, when they knew it was time to consummate.
Sophai was talking with King Thor, from the Kingdome of Asgard, hidden in the mountains across the ocean, James walked up behind her. “Y/n.” The Queen jumped having not realize that the King would come behind her. “My Moon and Stars it is time we head to our chambers.” He wisped.
“You must excuse me for the night King Thor, though I would love to talk to you again.” Y/n smiled.
“As would I.” Thor said to the Queen.
James led her out of the ball room. “You and Thor seem to get along.”
Y/n nodded. “Aye we do, did you know he’s named after a God from the Noris mythology.”
“Yes, I did, and his king domes name comes from the same myths, some say he was chosen by their gods, I think that he’s just glorified.” James scoffed.
“What gods do you worship?” Y/n asked, her and him never having a conversation about religion before.
“I believe in the old seven gods, but I will not force my religiose beliefs on you.” His word truthful. “What do you believe?”
“I don’t know to be honest; I think that there could be something out there, or we’re alone and just living until we die.” Y/n spoke honestly.
“Hmm, that’s a new one.” James said. The doors were in front of them, Y/n took a hesitant breath. “I want to warn you, the North has a long-standing tradition we follow, I wish I could change it but I cannot, it was a law made forever ago because of a lie, but there is going to be a sheet.”
Y/n’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Lords of the court, two of them.” Was all he said, then he opened the door, and you saw two men from the royal court in the room, they both bowed. James led Y/n behind the curtain.
“Why do they have to be here what lie?” Y/n asked.
James sighed. “My ancestors lied about laying with each other on the wedding night, it wasn’t until they were older that they had a child.” James undid the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, he tore open her under clothes, the fell to the ground. James laide her onto the bed so that her stomach was on the soft furs of the bed, her breath hitched as he slid into her. “This might hurt but it won’t last long.” It was like when a sword was put back into its scabbard. She grunted as he bottomed out in her, he pulled out slowly this was a continues back and forth in and out, his skin slapped against her as he sped up, tears gathering in Y/n’s eyes, he had worn her about the pain, but it lasted it was not as he promised. She wined, James’ grip on her hips, was sturdy, as he continued, she bit down on the mattress, but then she was flipped around James looked at her in her Y/e/c eyes. The coil in her stomach tightened, then snapped, James’s seed filled her, they sounded like mulling animals, James pulled out from her, walking toward the men, Y/n sobbed in pain in the background.
“It is done you can leave now.” James hissed at the men.
“We will leave if you follow the rules after.” One spoke up.
James nodded. “Yes, now leave.” The door shut behind hind the old croons, James tore down the sheet, Y/n’s face was red and wet, from her tears, her sobs hurt his heart. “Fuck their rules.” James said to himself, he grabbed a wet rag to wipe her inner thigh the rag was stained in red afterward. “Y/n, I’m going to have to move you.” He warned her, he picked her up and laid her on two chairs, as a make shift bed, James walked to the door. “I need lady’s Natasha and Wanda.” He told the guard, one of them left their post, to get the women. “Tell them to walk in.” Then the king shut the door. He walked to a closet, pulling out a fur blanket for the Queen, to cover her body, James kneeled by her side. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t have known that it would be that bad.” James apologized, Y/n sniffled, nodded to excepted his apology. The door opened both women he asked for came in. “I need one of you to change the linens, and for Wanda preferably, I need you to help Y/n dress.” Both women got to their respective jobs. Wanda dressed the nowQueen in a night gown, the bedding was changed, and James moved Y/n to her side of the bed. “Your grace, I need a word with you.” Wanda whispered; James followed the woman out of the room. “What the bloody hell did you do to her.” Wanda shoved a hand at the door.
“I did what I had to; we didn’t have a choice.” James told Wanda.
Wanda looked at him in disgust. “What do you mean no choice you had, you raped her?”
“No, I did not, in the north there is a law royals have to follow to make sure the marriage is consummated.” James told her not going into detail. “Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to my wife.
A/N:This is the first part, I hope you like it Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount:1894
Warnings:Abusive parents, aslo distant parents and angst I think thats it
Sir Rhodey stood in the castle shooting range, the youngest prince of the family of Stark, the kingdom he defended, the young boy of the two holding the arrow and bow, Y/n the older sister of the young prince, smirked when he missed the target, Rhodey sent a glare at the young woman. “It’s alright young Prince Aron, you just need more training, don’t listen to your sisters snickering.” Rhodey’ hand was on the young boy’s shoulder.
The dark curls of the boy shook as he nodded. “Yes, Sir Rhodey.” Then he turned and stuck his tongue out at his older sister.
Y/n stood with a look of determination on her face, she marched towards her brother, and took the bow, and an arrow out of his quiver, the cool air of the ocean cut through her hair as she pulled back the arrow on the string. “Princess.” Rhodey Said close to her ear as a hushed warning knowing if any one saw her do what she was thinking about doing she would be in a shit ton of trouble. She released the arrow anyway and it hit the center spot on the target. Her lip twitched and pulled into a smirk.
“Y/n!” Her mother Queen Maria hissed. “What in god’s earth do you think you’re doing?”
The bow was still in the nine-teen year old’s hand. “I’m showing your youngest how to shoot an arrow.” Y/n quipped.
The Queen grabbed the Princess by the upper arm and pulled her roughly to her, making her drop the bow, Rhodey averted his eyes, the older woman of the group led the Princess to the castle.
“She’ll be alright, she’s strong.” The young boy told the tall knight. Rhodey took a deep inhale of air through his nose, and started walking towards the castle, the young Prince followed.
The Queen had pulled Y/n through the castle until they got to her chambers, the Queen pulled open one of the doors and slammed it behind her, she threw her daughter towards her bed, the girl hitting her head on the large wooden bedpost, she put her hand to the back of her head, pulling it to look at her palm, to see blood. “You Are To Marry, Not Fight, A Woman Does Not Have A Use For A Bow!” The Queen yelled at the girl. “Luckly we’ve found a King from the north who would be willing to take you.”
“I will not, and you say that as though I’m a burden.” The Princess hissed.
The Queen looked down at the girl “Oh don’t act as though you aren’t, you are to be ready for your journey by tomorrow.”
“I won’t go, I will see what Anthony thinks.” Y/n fought.
The mother stepped closer to her daughter; she had lifted her hand so swiftly that the princess couldn’t react before skin met skin. “I am your mother; you will not talk to me as though I am a fool.” The woman left the room, leaving the girl to be, tears stinging her eyes.
The princess marched to her brother’s office, and opened the doors where she found her father, King Howard, and her brother. “I assume you heard of the decision.” Her Father said.
Her older brother looked to his father in confusion. “What decision?”
“I and your mother found a man willing to take your sister’s hand in marriage.” Their father told him.
Anthony looked at his sister with sadness. “Father, we are the kingdom of Stark, our name alone means honor, and honor doesn’t mean treading our family to other kingdoms.”
“Honor means whatever I wish to be.” Howard snapped at both his children. “I assume your mother told you to be ready by morning and that is what I expect too.” Y/n knew to bite her tongue now, so she left the room in silence.
Tony went to follow his younger sister when his father stopped him with a verbal command. “Don’t leave this room until I say so.”
Y/n laid on her bed tears rolling down her cheeks, the door opened. “Issy I’m sorry.” Tony apologized.
“It’s not your fault.” She sniffled. “Why do they treat me as though I am a bastard?”
“You’re not a bastard.” Tony told her, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I suppose now that you’re nine-teen you should know, amongst our family there are bastards.” The Princesses brows furrowed. “I may be the future King, but our father has always and will always have wandering hands and eyes. I’m going to be honest with you, you’re the only legitimate child of this throne, though I’m the firstborn of fathers seed, that’s why I will be King as for Aron, he was only took home in mother’s womb the seed that made him was impure, you’re the only child of both seed and womb.”
“Then Why Do They Want To Get Rid Of Me!” Y/n cried out tears now streaming down her cheeks.
Tony took a deep breath. “Because you’re the only one who reminds them that they could love each other.”
“Go.” Y/n simply implied, the Prince left the room. Y/n cried herself to sleep that night, her life falling to pieces in front of her, as long as she had been alive.
She had been woken up bright and early; her ladies got her dressed for her travels, as her things were carried out in large trunks.
For the majority of the carriage ride of the day she was silent; it concerned the ladies. The whole ride to the north was much the same as the first day. When they pulled up to the large stone castle of the north, Y/n got out of the carriage. There stood a man with a black cape lined with fur wrapped close to him, his hair hit to his shoulders, a deep mahogany brown, his blue eyes would make ice envy itself, a dark crown sat atop his head. “Welcome, Princess Y/n.” The girl nodded; the King’s brow furrowed. “From what your parents told me you didn’t seem like a mute maybe they lied.”
“Don’t insult me.” Her voice was louder than her maidens expected after the silence. Her breath was shown through the air. “I was practically sold to you; you will at least leave me be.” The girl surpassed the King, walking into the castle.
The King, James, smirked to himself as his captain of the guard, Steven walked up to the man. “Is she what you expected?”
“Aye, she is.” James said to him, the men headed into the castle, the Princess stood in the entrance. “I see you couldn’t find your chambers.”
The princess frowned. “No.” She admitted. “I also don’t know any of your staff.”
“I know, let me show you the way.” He told her, walking ahead of her his steps were fast paced compared to hers, her dress dragging her down.
“Do I need to bite my tongue around you.” Y/n’s lips pierced.
“I like a firry little one like you that’s why I chose you.” He said to her with a smirk. “Your parents though think I can tame you.”
“They speak of me as though I am a beast.” She hissed out.
“Aye, they do I question why though you seem to be smart.” He told her, as they approached the doors to the chambers. “Here we are, I’d like to have a moment with the princess of the south.” The King said stopping the group.
Y/n’s ladies looked at her hesitantly, not wanting to leave their Princess alone in the presence of a man. Y/n nodded for them to stay they stood near the doors the King opened them, closing them behind the princess. “If you try anything, before the wedding night I’ll take your hand.”
The King smirked. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
“It smells of you.” She commented. “And it looks as though a man sleeps in here.”
He laughed. “A man dose sleep in here, princess, North and South are different form each other, like winter and spring.” She whipped her head at as to ask what he means by that. “South men and women don’t sleep together unless there consummating, in the North so long as your promised to them, consummating or not you sleep together.”
“As long as their prom-”
The King cut her off. “There are exceptions to that I suppose.”
“So, this is your-” She felt frustrated now with how the King kept cutting her off.
“Our chambers, I’ll have my servants carry in your things, for now Your ladies will get you something more appropriate for the North.” He told her, the man left the room, then her ladies entered, first dressed in a white dress shirt then a blue over dress along with boots, and fur cloak to go over it all.
“Why all the layers?” Y/n asked her ladies.
“It gets quite cold even in the castle walls.” Wanda answered.
Once dressed, Y/n walked towards the doors to leave the room, that is where she found Captain Steven, he bowed to her. “I’ll lead you to the dining hall your grace.” He said.
“Thank you, Captain.” She nodded to him.
He led her to two great doors, he pushed them open, King’s eyes met yours, they were brightening by the grin on his lips. “Princess I am glad your warm now, come sit with us and feast.”
King James confused The Princess, with how opposite he was to other Kings he was kind and surprisingly respectful and gentle in away, she sat at the table this time it was the kings turn to get confuse. “Why do you sit opposite of me when you are to be my queen?” He questioned.
“You want me to sit on your right?” She asked him.
“Of course.” He answered, she got out of her seat and moved to be at his right. “Y/n you are to be my queen, and until then you are going to be treated as though you are, I’ll make sure of it.”
“King James-”
He cut her off once again. “Please call me James or Bucky.”
Her brows furrowed at the second name. “James, why are you so kind to me, when I’m an out sider?”
“I don’t view you as an outsider, I chose to have you as my wife because of the power I can see behind your eyes, not just because we need an alliance, but because I could see myself loving you, Y/n, I see a pain in you that I want to heel.” He said to her. “I do also want to let you know I’m going to send back your ladies to the south, I want you to learn more about the North.” He informed her.
“I want to keep one from the south here.” She spoke, his brows furrowed showing that he was willing to hear her out. “Wanda she is my closest friend, since I was a child.”
“I understand, more than you think, of course I’ll let you keep someone familiar around.” He smiled; she could tell he was older than her because the little folds by his eyes.
