Edit: -Important!!!!!- I just went through and updated these links with my new url! But!!!!! On the posts, there are links that say “Recent Writing,” “Masterlist,” and on the fanfic posts, “Previous Chapters.” These thinks will NOT work!!! you can click on them, but they will direct you back to “queenharrie” you can change the old url with “kittyfilter” and it will bring you to the post. There are far too many for me to through and fix every single one of them every time I change my url and I always get messages telling me that my links don’t work and thats why!! okay wow this is long i promise im done
Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy… But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…
A/N: Shit starts to go down… (also, sorry for the late upload, shits going down everywhere today it seems.)
He’d had you practicing the dances for that evening for a good
two hours before you ask him if you could finish, your feet feeling worn black
and blue as you take a seat. Although, it wasn’t like you hadn’t had breaks throughout him helping you learn
the dance, especially after your moment earlier, that had meant each time you’d
paused to ask him a question he’d look at you in the same overly affectionate
way he had before the two of you had broken apart from your kiss, and your
words would become stuck in your throat before you’d begin practicing again.
‘I suppose I should let
you begin to get ready.’ He muses as he makes his way back over to you, a
knowing smile on his face that had been present for the entirety of your dance
lesson, and which at that moment was smothered in the slightest hint of lust.
‘Will you meet me at the party?’ you ask, looking up at him
from your seat as he comes to a stop in front of you, and watching him as he
picks your hand up from your lap to steady it intently with a smile.
‘Is that what you want?’ he asks quietly, glancing up at you
and holding your gaze as he waits for your answer that ends up coming out
‘Then of course I will….although you didn’t really have a
choice anyway. I intend to spend all evening with you.’ He says smirking as he
pulls you to your feet, and you end up pulled tightly into his body as his arms
circle your waist, his tempting grin filling up your vision.
‘Why do I feel like you’re more dangerous than you make out
to be?’ you ask playfully, catching the flash of knowing darkness that
flickers across his expression before he smiles at you, bringing his lips as
close as he can get them to yours without touching, and smiling before he
5 He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else’s future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at the moon
- Richard Siken, “The Worm King’s Lullaby”, War of the Foxes
He looked away and I suddenly knew that he was talking about me , to Danai. I made a blank face and walked over to the drink and snack table for the cast and crew. I started looking at the fruit and grinning at all the beautiful selection when someone placed their hand on the small of my back. “(Y/n) can we talk.”
Was it Norman? Oh goodness I’m not ready. I turned to fast in pure excitement then soon groaning internally seeing Jon with his dark sunglasses on.
“No.” I said lowly and hitting his hand away. My pure excitement turned into pure hatred. If Norman didn’t jump in, he would of taken advantage of me. I stared at those black sunglasses with the largest scowl.
“Come on baby, you know I wasn’t going to hurt ya.” He says muffled and turning his head like a child getting in trouble for stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar.
I balled my fist and yelled “Do not ever touch me again!” I knew I probably screamed it, and drawed attention. He just scoffed and walked away and I felt the tension in my muscles just evaporate. I looked around and I saw Stevan stopped mid step coming towards us. He must of felt the hostility just like everyone else have.
I turned and grabbed a bushel of grapes and tried to walk away quickly.
“(Y/n)!” Steven said walking up to me and taking me into a surprise hug. I hugged him back briefly.
“Please tell me no one saw that..” I whispered as we pulled away.
He gave me a soft grin “nope..” He said sarcastically. I nodded and proceeded to my dressing room and sat on the small couch giving a big huff.
All I did was take a deep breath and walked up to Jon, and it’s funny now that I think about it… That hard smell of liquor still leaking from his very pores. My mind started to play scenarios of what would’ve happened if I didn’t step in. My fist clenched as I walked up to him as he was walking away from my (Y/n).
Then I blacked out. My mind went to a stage of red, pure primitive barbarian mode. I heard some bones breaking and some screams. The one thing that stopped me was her small hands around my bicep asking , more like begging me to stop.
Her eyes having small tears hanging from her bottom eyelashes, that made me truly stop beating him. I just stared at her, looked into those innocent eyes.
“REEDUS! Off my set!!” The director yells making her head snap away. Milliseconds pass and she yells “ I’ve got em.” She looked at me and whispered “come with me.” She said standing trying to pull me with her. I allowed her to pull me and she took me to her trailer and sat me down. I looked up at her feeling defeated, was she mad at me now? She covered her eyes with her hands.
“Don’t.” I mumbled staring at the back of her hair.
“Don’t what.” She asked through silent sobs.
“Don’t turn your back to me again.” I mumbled again and she did something so unexpected… She turned and straddled my lap and cuddled into my chest and started to cry. Her small whines made me stroke her amazing soft hair.
“I’m sorry.” She whines. I know she felt bad I got in trouble, but at that moment I couldn’t even think of giving a shit to give.
“Y/n… It’s fine please. You know I hate seeing a beautiful woman cry.” I mumble and bring my lips to her forehead to a small kiss. It felt really nice to hold someone again. She made a few sniffs and looks up.
“I’m sorry..” She whispered. Her face was streaked with mascara and whatever she applied to her face today. She wiped her eyes, “I am so sorry Norman.” I grabbed her face softly enough for her to not jolt. She pressed her soft cheeks into my hand and smiled in enjoyment. I grinned back at her, “ I want to stop ignoring you, I want to be friends again… Please Y/n.” I said truthfully.
She nodded in my palms with a smile. “Okay Reedus.” She whispered then cuddled back into my chest. I leaned my head back and honestly felt the urge to sleep, but I wasn’t about to cuddle her with bloody knuckles and looking like a mess.
“Do you want to have a sleepover?” I mumbled already turning bright red
She gave me a quizzical look but nodded “okay, sure.” She moved slowly off of me and stood. She was beautiful, i couldn’t help but to stare. “Let me get cleaned up and then we can maybe go get some lunch?” She asked.
I nodded and stood up, “Yea go use my bathroom, i’ll use the kitchen sink.” I said and walked to the sink. She nodded and walked to my trailers small bathroom and i started hearing the sink run. I looked outside and saw the set starting to close, I guess because of two actors, and a artist missing on the set, don’t really create a good show. Arms came around my waist and I chuckled as she hugged me.
“You feeling better?” I asked her looking out. “Much better thank you, want to go.” She said moving away. She was a natural beauty. I mean her makeup is beautiful. But her natural beauty could be one of the monuments because it deserves to be worshiped and appreciated forever. I noticed I was staring and I looked away and grunted.
“Do you want to go?” She says and turns her head to look at me. I nodded and walked out of my trailer and waited for her. She came out in a hoodie, my zip up hoodie I got from a concert long time ago. “Where do you want to eat?” She says getting into her car. I shrug and sit next to her. “Anywhere, pick your favorite spot.” I said and looked around as she drove away. She took me to this restaurant off of route 860 and I have lived here for a while but right now I had no idea where I was. She mentioned that it was a steakhouse. The place was western themed of course with a huge longhorn above the bar where we sat across from in a booth. We sat on the same side cause she said this place always gets cold. The waitress came up and I ordered myself a water and she ordered herself a coffee.
I didn’t want to ask her what I was thinking about at the moment because we just started to become friends. “Do you like the show so far?” She said looking at the menu. I grunted “yea I like Daryl, I can relate to him a lot.” She nods. “I can tell.” She smiles at the thought. I have to chuckle and look at the menu. Then it slipped, “How long are you staying?” I mumble my mind not thinking, I was scared she was going to get upset, or take it the wrong way… “Long.” She said looking at me with a blank expression. I nodded and took a breath, the waitress came. She gives us a smile and ask us for our orders. “I’ll take a brisket.” She says with a craving smile. “I’ll take the brisket as well.” I say since honestly I hardly looked at the menu. The waitress nods and walks away and then again I felt the tension of what I said previously, should I say something? I decided to change the subject “Where did you learn special effects?” She actually had a huge smile to her face, her eyes lit up. “A school in San Diego , I went for about four years.” She smiled “I miss it there, never really got too cool or too hot.” She looks at me. “Did your family move with-” I was starting to say but her face changed to pure joy to pure hiding. I nodded and shrunk in the booth. “I’m sorry, I won’t ask. I just haven’t seen in what seems like forever so I get excited.”
I looked at Norman with a blank glance, I knew he didn’t mean it. But the mentioning of my family brings me back to the day I left him.
I was at home in New York making dinner when my phone rang. “Hello.” I said with no expression “Ms. (Y/L/N)?” A male’s voice said. “Uh yes?” I responded. “We have your mother and father here at UPMC,-” “Why!” I yelped “Maam they were in a car wreck..” The males voice said. I almost dropped the phone “I can be there as soon as I can.” I screamed and slammed the phone down and started packing everything, booked a plane ticket. I left and went back to our hometown and awaited in. The hospital waiting room. I had no idea what was going on but the constant noise of the heart monitor made me queasy. A doctor came and called my name and he said “I am terribly sorry.. There was nothing more we could do for them.” He said a tad shaken.
“May I see them..” I stuttered in shock.
“Maam they haven’t been properly wash-”
“I want to see them how they came here. Now please.” I whispered and the doctor shook his head and walked up three floors above and room 502 where they were rolled in. They were covered in blood, but the look on their face showed peace and tranquillity. I walked in further and shed one tear. I haven’t talked to my parent so the longest time because they thought my dream was foolery.
I can still hear them telling me. As I walked closer I remembered everything that we have done. The good times.
Me and mom cooking in the kitchen in the spring. Me and dad hunting in the fall. Me and mom playing in river in the summer. Christmas in the winter…
I took my mom’s hand in one of mine and I started to streak. “I am so sorry I didn’t call. I should have, I should of came to visit more. I don’t want to say another sorry because I know it isn’t good enough.. But I am truly.. Sorry mommy.” My knees couldn’t hold me anymore so I placed them on the ground and bawled into her hand. I tried to remember every line in her palm. “Remember everything (Y/n)” I yelled to myself inside my mind.
“(Y/n)?” Norman said placing his hand on mine with concern. It made me jump but then I noticed a brisket was in front of me. “Sorry..”
“Where did you go?” He asked taking a small bite. I could see the ping of sadness in his lip.
“Somewhere sad, very sad indeed.” I muttered then looked at my lap.
“Well welcome back, and I’m happy you returned to me.” He said with a chuckle. He was being serious. I know Norman loved and hated me being here, being back, but I knew after a while I would have to face my biggest regret… Leaving the man I love in the dark, and leaving without one word. I knew I had to make it right, he deserves to know the truth, but I am harshly scared telling him, that it will kill the small bit of trust for me that lies in his cortex. Norman was my best friend even without the lust and emotional intimacy he gave me with every glance when we were young. But now we are adults, and i still crave that hungry look in his eyes, and those sweet sensible touches. I want it all back, first starting with the truth…
I am crush anon And ye it is really chill if you don't have any crush man but at least I came clean about it? Idk man I just don't want things to get all weird and especially bc I am meeting you at DCC(end this month omgomgomg) But yeah that's off my chest, sorry to dissapoint you!
Duuude duude, why would you dissapoint me?
I’m sorry to dissapoint you tbh, but hey (wat niet is kan nog komen) I guess. Either way I’m exited to see you at dcc!!
(I hate how I can’t type sneakly into 5he tags on asks but whateve. There’s one person I kiiijiiiinda like irl? Idk its weird tho)
I CANT BE LIEVE THIS IM AT THE PART WHERE THEY PUBLICLY IN CHARAVTER MOCK 5HE SHIT OUT OF JENKINS WHILE TAAKOS EATS A CARROT AND I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD I HAD TO LEAVE THE ROOM BC ALEX AND MEG ARE SLEEPING
He continued to squeeze your hand, while you looked into each other’s eyes. It has felt as the rest of the world had melted away. You could hear clapping and the muffled sound of your name over the loud speakers. Jess nudged you to bring you back down to reality. She gave you a quick smile and nodded her head towards the stage, it was time for your speech.
You let go of the cool metal that brought you so much peace and made your way up to the stage. Planning this speech was one of the hardest things you had to do, and over time you practiced it you would end up crying or getting choked up. You looked out over a sea of people, all lives that Derek had touched, the families of the men whom he had saved. You looked at the piece of paper in front of you, staring at the first few words on the page. The letters were caught in the back of your throat, you looked again out into the sea of people for a lifeline. Your eyes met once again with Bucky, he mouthed a few words “Breathe, just breathe.” You took a deep breath and the words began to flow again.
“Derek, to you was an army hero, the top his class, superiors complemented his work ethic, comrades strived to match his courage; but to me, he was my brother. He would pull my hair and break my toys, endlessly make fun of me calling me a baby, or a loser while giving me copious amounts of noogies. He told me once that if I jumped off the swing at the right moment I could fly, which ultimately ended up with me getting 20 stitches in my head and having to spend a summer with a cast on my right arm.” The audience laughed, “Derek would sneak into my room and read my diary and would mention things I wrote at the dinner table. He would threaten any boy I brought home, sometimes scaring him even worse than our father, and if a boy ever did break my heart he would come home with bloody knuckles and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s to help put back the pieces. He would endlessly make me laugh, he would slide around the kitchen in his underwear while re-enacting the scene from “Risky Business” swearing he was WAY better looking than Tom Cruise. He took me ring shopping after he told me he was planning to propose to Jessica, he said I would pick out something she would like better than he ever could. When I was recruited by SHEILD, he introduced me to anyone and everyone as his ‘’bad ass” sister. He cried on the phone when he told me Jess was pregnant, so happy that he was going to be a dad. Anytime I came home, we would sit in our old tree house drinking beers and shooting shit, telling stories from our childhood. I would give anything to have another night like that with Derek because the last night we did that was the last night I ever saw him. Those nights are how I choose to remember Derek. As a friend, a protector, sometimes a tormentor, but always as my brother. Thank you.”
A tear ran down your cheek as the audience stood and clapped, you walked off stage and right into open arms.
Bucky’s breath was hot on your neck, “I knew you could do it.” He mouthed into your hair.
You were out on the dance floor with Lily and Jacob dancing to the music the band played, doing a cover of Come On Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners. A song that Derek would dance to like a complete idiot anytime it came on, now you were teaching his children to dance like he did.
Bucky was sitting at the table next to Steve watching you and the children bounce around to the song that played.
“Buck, are you ever going to tell her? She is bound to figure it out sooner our later, it’s obvious that you’re in love with her.” Steve looked out to the dance floor watching the same scene.
“I know, I just don’t know how.” he ran his fingers through his hair.
Steve put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Show her.”
The song soon ended a slower one soon replaced it. You looked towards Bucky, he was walking towards you but before you could you react your father whisked you away to the dance floor. He took you in his arms as he twirled you around like he used to do with you on the kitchen floor as a child.
“That speech was lovely (Y/N), Derek would have loved it.” he said to you as your head rested on his shoulder.
“Thanks, daddy I had a hard time trying to put it together so I just ended up speaking from the heart.”
“He would have been proud, not just of that but everything you have accomplished. Your mother and I are proud as well. We worry about you sweetie, you’re our little girl but bringing the guys out here to meet us, that makes me worry a little less. Especially that Bucky, I think he would do just about anything for you.” You looked up at your father, “I was the same way with your mother, she was a little spitfire when she was your age but when I first saw her I knew, that I would love her for the rest of my life. I know you think I want you to be with someone like Steve, but I just want you to be with someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. He has my blessing.” He kissed your forehead as you moved with the music.
A voice cleared behind you, making your father turn to see who it was.
Bucky was standing there his hand held out to you, “General if you don’t mind I’d like to cut in.”
“Of course son.” Your father handed you over with a smile and a wink.
Bucky’s left hand landed on your hip, his right came up to cup yours and you swayed to the music.
“I don’t think I have really danced in seventy years, I tend to avoid it as much as possible at Tony’s parties.” Bucky talked softly into your ear as he turned you in his hand.
“Well for someone who hasn’t danced in almost a century you’re pretty good at it.”
“What can I say, I have a pretty good partner.” You finished the turn and faced him again, “Who knows maybe at the next one of Tony’s parties I might have to take you out on the floor.” He pulled you closer to him. “If you wear the dress you are wearing tonight I might not be able to keep my hand off of you.” That set your already hot cheeks ablaze.
“You might not have to.” You kissed his cheek, “I love a man in uniform.”
“Let’s get out of here.” His jaw clenched awaiting your response, “I have the keys to the SUV.” Without a word you pulled him to the door and walked out hand in hand.
Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand intertwined with yours when you pulled into the driveway he swept you up in his arms and carried you to the treehouse. You ditched your heals before hastily climbing the rope ladder behind Bucky. You dug around until you found an old radio, messing around with the stations until you found a song that you liked.
“Now where were we?” You walked up to Bucky throwing your arms around his neck.
“I do believe we were doing this,” Bucky said with a smirk grabbing your waist pulling you in. When he had you up against his chest his right hand tucked a piece of hair behind your ear while the other cupped your cheek. His lips smashed into yours for a long awaited kiss. It took you a moment to realize what was happening but soon your mouths began to move in sync with each other like you had been kissing him for years.
You both finally came up for air, Bucky began peppering kisses into your jaw line. In between kisses he whispered, “I love you (Y/N), more than I have ever loved anything in my entire life. You make me feel like I am human again, and not some killing machine.”
Your hand made it’s way to his cheek, “I love you too Barnes, no matter what”