CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

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The king of The Lavendaise kingdom, your father, had left the decision of whom you would marry shortly to you.

Something entirely unheard of in royal jurisdiction; It had been nearly a year since you were given the option of marrying Prince Steven; a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed male with a sculpted figure and the brightest of smiles or Prince James; quite the specimen of a man, with long dark locks that end at his jaw and captivating icy blue eyes.

You've been perplexed with indecisiveness, completely unable to choose. Both were collected, and passionate rulers. They cared about their citizens and the well-being of their lands.

It also didn't help that they were thick as thieves and refused to speak a single ill word about the other. They respected your timely pondering, yet- continued trying to woo you.

"Y/N, my daughter, you need to choose." Your father says to you one morning while having his freshly ground and brewed coffee. It felt as if you two were reliving the same morning every day.

Every day, your father would push you to decide and you just could not, for the life of you.

"I-I can't! They're both just so- ugh!" You say as you put your head on the oak table, sighing softly.

"Do my choices not please you?" Your father asks, cocking a brow.

"No! They are just so-so, perfect! I-I can't pick! I-I want them both!" You stammer. "I love Steven's artistic ability and his wholesomeness. But I also love James's caring personality and his humour! Papa, I'm torn.

"Oh, my. " He breathed out, rubbing his temples gently. He paused and looked up to you for a second then got up from his chair. "I will see what I can do." Your father says vaguely as he leaves the room, leaving you in complete silence.

~0~

A month later your father hosts a ball. Royalty from dozens of countries attends, including Prince Steven and Prince James. You do your best to avoid them during the party. You'd purposely be on the opposite side of the dance floor. Go to the loo often, or even surround yourself with people in a conversation. But later in the night, as you stepped out on the balcony, they cornered you.

"May we speak to you for a moment?" Steven asks.

"Of course." You say, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach; anxiety.

"In private?" James asks and you nod your head suit. You follow the two of them out of the ballroom, your dress flowing behind, into the hallway, you then lead them to a private alcove.

The three of you enter your father's study, the fireplace alight, you take a seat in front of the sofa, where they both sit. A thick silence settles and your heart is pounding out of your chest, hands sweating. Only the warm crackle could be heard.

"I-I know that I am taking too long to choose which of you to marry. It's just-!" You break the silence, even though your voice jotted.

"We know. We have been speaking with your father. He has come up with an interesting solution." Steven says, shooting a look towards the brunette next to him.

"In simplified matters, he would like that the three of us marry, and then eventually, we will merge our countries, under one flag," James says, adjusting his coat.

"As long as we all agree to the arrangement, he does not wish to force anyone in this concept," Steven adds. You stare at them in shock, your anxiety easing a little; they weren't angry with you.

A marriage of three people was not entirely unheard of, but you had never considered it.

"T-The two of you would agree to that?" You ask skeptically, shifting in your seat.

"Yes." They both say in unison, and both let out a chuckle at the synchronization making the atmosphere lighter.

"It makes sense. If you cannot choose, marry us both. It makes everything easier, especially for you. We only want you to be happy." Steve adds.

"We would marry each other, the three of us would be equals and love each other the same," James declares confidently.

"That sounds amazing. I would love nothing more." You murmur. Both of the men get up and each press a gentle kiss on your cheek. You pad over to your father's liquor cabinet and pour them both a glass of scotch and you all speak for the rest of the night.

~0~

You are awoken by soft giggling, you open your eyes to see Bucky, the nickname your child had given James, standing over you holding your son Peter. You can feel Steve curled up behind you, his muscular arms wrapped around your small waist.

"Mama! Up!" Peter squeals with the bright smile his father gave him.

"Yes, baby, mama's up!" You giggle, messing up his dark head of hair. "But we need to be quiet, papa is still sleeping!" You put your index finger on your lips, imitating a 'sh'.

"No, papa is up too." Steven groans as he rolls over, facing the window; the beautiful morning glow enhancing his facial features.

"Dada! Mama and Papa up!!" Peter cheers and James lets out a soft chuckle before handing Peter to you so he can lay down in bed again. Peter snuggles into your arms and after several minutes he falls back into a peaceful slumber.

"I'm so lucky." You murmur as you look at your half-nude husbands in the fluffy white duvets.

"We all are," Steve whispers, pressing a kiss to Bucky's forehead.

"We all got our happily ever after, just like in the fairytales," James says in agreement reaching for your hand with his metal arm that he had lost in battle long ago. You get up a place Peter in his crib, rocking it softly before stepping back into bed.

You gaze at your boys, who are mesmerizingly staring at you. "Move over." You grin. They both separate leaving a middle space. You plop yourself there, the blonde spooning you and the brunette facing you. You lay your head on Bucky's chest, feeling his steady heartbeat and slowly drifting into a warm and peaceful sleep.

The End.

-Adele

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