Summary-Royalty AU- You and Bucky have been happily married for several years. The two of you spend your days raising your son and ruling your kingdom. Then Bucky’s childhood crush, Steve comes back and you approach your husband with an idea.
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You woke up to the feeling of something tickling your arm. So
you opened your eyes and see your husband using a bit of your hair
to trace designs up and down your arm.
“Good morning, my love. Did you have a nice rest?” Bucky
asks after he kisses you. Yours and Bucky’s marriage had been arranged by your
brother Anthony to prevent a war between your two countries. You had been so
worried that you had been forced into a marriage that would remain loveless.
But you had found yourself falling for the King soon after your wedding and he
with you. It had been Bucky who had first confessed his feelings to you, soon
after your son had been born. It had been a rough labor and he had almost lost
“I slept well.” You murmur as you roll onto Bucky.
“I would imagine so, I did tire you out last night.” Bucky
says as you grind against him. “But it seems that I did not satisfy you fully.
Perhaps we should go another round, in an attempt to sate my greedy Queen.” He says as he holds you steady and ruts up
against you. Then he flips you over so he is on top of you and you giggle as he
plants tiny kisses all over your neck and face.
It is about an hour later that the two of you leave your
shared chambers. The two of you have breakfast in a private dining room with
your son, Peter. Bucky had him on his lap.
“My childhood friend is coming to court today.” Bucky says
to you as he helps your son eat a piece of fruit.
“Steve? The sickly one?” You ask.
“Yes, his parents brought him to another kingdom for
treatments when we were 13 and I have not seen him since. Remember, I told you
about him.” Bucky says to you. You knew he was refereeing to the boyhood crush
that Bucky had had for Steve. He had told you about it soon after your declarations
of love for each other. Before you can answer Peter babbles at you and the topic
of conversation changes to how yummy the food is. After lunch the two of you
take Peter out to the gardens. You are each holding one of his hands, to help him
balance as he toddles around.
“Mamama, look! Pwetty! Peter squeals as he lets go of your
hand to grab at one of the flowers. You laugh a little and then you kneel on
the ground to help Peter pick the flowers. Bucky sits next to you and the two
of you start to make flower crowns. Peter has given up on picking flowers and
is now just pulling grass out of the ground will chanting mamama and papapa. Bucky
and you make three flower crowns total and you but the one you made on him and
he does the same to you.
“Me now! Mama me!” Peter says as he claps his hands and you
take the tiny crown that you had made and you put in on Peters head after
kissing his cheek. “Papa we pretty!” You and Bucky both laugh and Bucky moves to
pick Peter up and spin him around. All of you are laughing and running around
the gardens when you hear an unfamiliar voice.
“Bucky! The guards told me that you were out here. It is Steve.”
His voice was deeper than you pictured. You hadn’t seen him yet, the tall
bushes and trees where blocking your view. You take your husbands hand and the
two of you walk towards the voice. Bucky was still holding a squirmy Peter, you
were all dirty and all of you still had on the flower crowns that you made
earlier, so you weren’t surprised by the shocked look Steve gives the three of
you when he sees you, none of you looked very royal at the moment. The man in
front of you was hardly the sickly boy that Bucky had described to you. He was
large and muscular, with a thick beard. You can feel your husbands shock as he
appraises Steve. None of you speak for a solid minute then Peter starts to
babble and make grabby hands for you, so you take your son out of Bucky’s hands
and bounce him on your hip a bit.
“Hello, I am Queen Y/N, Bucky’s wife. This is Prince Peter,
our son.” You say as you smile warmly at Steve. Your introduction seems to
break them from their shock.
“Hello, My Queen, I am Duke Steven. But you may call me
Steve. I am Bucky’s friend- from his childhood.” Steve says as he bows.
“Yes he has talked about you often, I feel a though we are
friends already. Please call me Y/N, titles are unnecessary between friends.” You
say as you smile at Steve.
“If it pleases you.” Steve says as he bows his head. Peter
starts to fuss a bit, and you realize that it is time for his daily rest.
“If you would please excuse me, it is time for Peters rest.
I hope to see you in our dining room for lunch later, Steve.” You say. Then you
turn to Bucky and kiss his cheek. “Have fun catching up with your friend.”
“I will.” Bucky says as you start to walk towards the
You leave your resting son in the care of his nursemaid as
you walk down the call to the private dining area. You can hear your husbands
and Steve’s laughter echoing through the halls. You push the door open to see
both of them laughing so hard that they have tears in their eyes.
“Husband.” You say as you walk over to him. He pulls you
into his lap and gives you a quick peck on the lips.
“My Love, did you have trouble putting Peter to rest?” Bucky
“No more than usual. He is always a bit stubborn, but he is
your son, so what can we expect.” You joke.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky says as he tickles
“That you are as stubborn as a mule!” you cry out as you try
to break free of your husbands hold. Eventually he releases you and you sit in
the chair next to him.
“You are just as stubborn!” Bucky jokes.
“I never said I wasn’t.” You say back. Then you notice the
sad smile that Steve has on his face. That is the moment you realize Steve is
just as in love with your husband as your husband was with Steve. This
information did not make you jealous as it would most wives. In fact you were
quite happy that your husband’s childhood crush reciprocated his feelings. The
kingdom you had been raised in often practiced open marriages. Many husbands
and wives shared lovers, granted they were often women, but not always. Your brother
Anthony and his wife Pepper had a lover called Bruce, who was the royal
physician in your home realm. “So,
Steve, is court how you remembered it.”
“Uh, for the most part, yes it is.” The three of you talked
all through lunch, about many different things. Steve was easy to get along
with and you could see why your husband loved him and you could see yourself
easily fall in love with him. Eventually Steve leaves to go back to his
“I get it.” You say after a couple minutes pass.
“Get what?” Bucky says.
“I get why you love him.”
“I-I don’t anymore! It was a childhood infatuation, nothing
more. I am your husband, I love you. My eyes will never wander, I promised
you that the day we got married. I am faithful and I would never have an
affair.” Bucky says as he clutches your hand.
“I love you, too. I love that you are faithful to me and
that your eyes do not wander. But we have talked about this before, in my
country it is common to invite someone else into your marital bed. If you were
amenable to it I would not protest inviting Steve to be that someone. But I will
leave the descision up to you, after all if I was to fall pregnant we would not
be entirely sure who fathered the child.”
“I would love the child, no matter what, because it came
from you.” Bucky says as he pulls you from your chair and onto his lap. “What
you speak of, is not as common place here. I will think about what you have
said.” Bucky murmurs into your neck.
You think that Bucky has forgotten about the conversation,
for it has been three weeks and he has not said or done anything about the
matter. But then you walk into your chambers and find Bucky kissing Steve. You
close the door loudly and Steve pushes away from Bucky.
“Y/N, my Queen, I apologize and I beg for your mercy. For I know
I will not be granted your forgiveness.” Steve says as he drops to his knees.
You look at him and then up at Bucky.
“Is this your way of telling me yes?” You ask Bucky and he
nods, so you take a step towards Steve and use your hand to lift Steve’s face
up, so he was looking at you. You could see the panic in his eyes. “My husband
has a talented mouth does he not? But, I know a few tricks, too.” You say as
you pull Steve’s lips to yours.
Tu m'as promis une chanson pour marcher sur la lune, sur la montagne You promised me a song to walk on the moon, on the mountain Tu m'as promis une chanson pour danser sur la pluie, sur la pointe des pieds You promised me a song to dance in the rain, on tiptoes Une chanson qui m'accompagne pour jamais te quitter, une chanson pour ne pas t'oublier
A song that stays with me to never leave you a song to not forget you Tu m'as promis une chanson pour flotter sur la mer comme le nuage, You promised me a song to float on the sea like a cloud Tu m'as promis une chanson pour éclater de rire, et fredonner You promised me a song, to burst out laughing and to hum Une chanson qui m'accompagne pour jamais te quitter A song that stays with me to never leave you Une chanson pour ne pas t'oublier A song to not forget you
Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze
Tu m'as promis une chanson pour parcourir la terre comme le tziganes You promised me a song to travel the world like the gypsies Tu m'as promis une chanson qui dessine des mirages en toute sincérité You promised me a song that draws mirages in all sincerity Une chanson qui m'accompagne pour jamais te quitter A song that stays with me to never leave you Une chanson pour ne pas t'oublier A song to not forget you
Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze
La larala la lara larala la lara lara La larala la lara larala la lara larara La larala la lara larala la lara larara La larala la lara larala la lara larara
Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze Sentir tu amor de madrugada y ver el cielo en tu mirada To feel your love at dawn and to see the heaven in your gaze
Tu m'as promis …. La plage You promised me …. the beach
Tu m'as promis …… Papapa Papa Rapa Rapa You promised me …… Papapa Papa Rapa Rapa Parara Para Para Parara Para Para Parara Parapapa Parara Para Para Parara Para Para Parara Parapapa Parara Para Para Parara Para Para Parara Parapapa Papapa Parara Para Para Parara Para Para Parara Parapapa Papapa
Tu m'as promis …. You promised me Tu m'as promis.…. You promised me
The child’s apartment was a twenty by fifty feet example of the core differences between Damen and Laurent.
Damen had been told the child had dark thick curls and green-brown eyes. He knew from one of Vannes’ reports that the mother’s name was Doula and that, as any Vaskian baby girl was considered the daughter of all Vaskian women and blood relations weren’t valued in their culture, neither Doula nor the country as a whole would miss Damen’s daughter too much.
He was ashamed enough that he couldn’t remember which of Halvik’s girls had green eyes. When he’d been asked for his preferences in furniture, he’d said “green” to the palace architects and had entrusted the minutiae to their competence.
Laurent, of course, hadn’t deemed their competence sufficient in the least and had taken over the whole project.
Also, while Damen had intended for his suggestion to translate into some green cabinets, maybe some garments, Laurent had interpreted the theme more… figuratively.