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marie-03 · 4 years

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Better In Your Arms

Fred Weasley X Reader

Word count: 1.2k

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This was supposed to be just a simple wedding, something everyone could enjoy despite knowing every dark witch or wizard was closing them in. Sheep to the slaughter. Except there are no sheep, just some very afraid people.

Everything had been perfect at first. Bill and Fleur had been wed in the gazebo raised in the garden of the burrow, an obvious choice really. Ginny and Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, had been bridesmaids and Charlie served as best man.

No one thought to worry, it was just a wedding, wine and cake was all that mattered along with all the dancing and enchantments that kept things running smoothly. In fact, keeping a steady beat was the most complicated thing so far that night.

Fred had never been so on edge yet excited in his life. He had spent half of his time studying the sky, trying to find anything even remotely suspicious in the tree line. A face, the flash of a not so safe spell escaping a cluster of branches.

And the other half he spent spinning you on the dance floor, tipping you back every chance he got. Placing sneaky kisses to your lips, cheeks, nose, anywhere he could reach. Whispering mildly inappropriate things in your ear with a boyish grin on his face.

Now, you wished you could hear them again without swatting him away, wanting nothing more to see that cheeky smirk and menacing gleam that never truly left his eye.

The message from the ministry had barely found its way to you before the death eaters came, dressed in midnight black to combat the dark of the sky, drowning out the twinkling lights of the hovering white.

You and Arthur had instantly turned Harry, Ron and Hermione away, forcing them to leave instead of fight. There was no point in them staying, possibly falling victim to the wrong spell cast by the purist form of evil.

And then there was that word, one you hadn't the time to deflect. "Sectumsempra."

Harry had told you of the curse. "Violent and bloody." he had said. Well, he wasn't wrong.

You felt it the second you heard it. It was hot, a blistering wave of fire that scorched your skin with a flaming blade coloured red. You could barely breath, the throbbing pain too much as more and more slashes smother your body.

"Fred. . ." You croak, pressing your trembling hands against the oozing wounds that stain your dress crimson and brown, dyeing the green that matched Fred's tie. The red head spins on his heel, eyes widening, arms outstretching when you fall forward.

"No, no, no." He lowers the pair of you to the floor, resting your head in his lap. Fred looks to his dad for help but finds nothing but shock and uncertainty. You look up at him with a dreamy look in your eye which falters when you wince, the result of him pressing a hand to the worst of the gashes.

You force a smile, anything to ease the fear Fred was practically radiating. Resting a hand over his, you sigh through the pain, chocking up blood in the process. "I really liked this dress." You frown when Fred doesn't even chuckle. "You're supposed to laugh, pretend I'm funny."

"I don't know what to do." Fred runs his fingers through your hair, more to calm himself than to calm you. He looks over to his brother, Bill, hoping to find an answer that he didn't have himself. But, he finds nothing but a sympathetic look and glazed eyes. "Please, somebody tell me what to do."

Silence.

It wasn't that nobody wanted to help, they just, well, they couldn't. No one knew how.

"It's ok." You mumble, lulling your head against his leg. "I mean this sucks but it's ok. Even better in your arms."

"No, you are not dying. Stop talking like you're going to die." Arthur waves everybody out of the tent, leaving the pair of you alone with nothing but murmurs and tears to fill the silence. "(y/n), you can't--"

"Never been able to. . . to stop m. . . e doing anything before, Freddie." You're breathing falters as tears form in your eyes, drowning the world around you in the agony that sends your body through a mid-summer heatwave.

Fred clamps his eyes shut when you whimper, no longer able to keep the pain hidden. He couldn't watch this, you, he couldn't watch as you died. But, he couldn't let you do it alone, he wouldn't.

"I love you." Fred was struggling to keep the tears at bay, hoping to not have to cry infront of you. Instead, he grins.

You smile back, the same smile you flashed him on the train all those years ago when the pair of you could barely be considered as a witch or wizard. When you struggled to tell him and George apart because they were just too similar in all the worst ways. Way back when he used to steal you out of class, force you onto a broom so he could take the pair of you to a secret spot to do more than just talk.

The burning had passed. Now you just felt numb, cold enough to freeze the entirety of the Loch Ness. You were sure your tears had turned to ice on your pale skin splattered with red, some fresh, some dried trickles.

"I love you too, red." You exhale one last time, sharp and fast. The bleeding seems to stop when your eyes flutter closed. Fred shakes his head, refusing to believe that thats it. He lies you on the ground, places his entwined hands on your chest.

"Wake up." He pushes his hands into your chest, a feeble attempt at bringing you back. Fred sits in a pool of your blood, probably a pool of all your blood. His suit matches your dress, a mud brown, completely sticky. "Wake up!"

This time he practically screams, though his plea falls on deaf ears. You couldn't hear him, see him, feel the splash of his tears against your neck. A hands rests on his shoulder, and looking back, he finds George.

"Fred, she's gone." George pulls his brother into his arms, holding him as he uncontrollably sobs, something he had never seen his twin do in all of the years they had been alive. Fred holds onto his brother like a life line, afraid that if he lets go, he'll lose more than his grip on his brother.

Reality was a harsh thing. Fred prayed that each time opened his eyes you would be there, smiling down at him like all of this was just some awful nightmare created by the darkest part of his mind.

But it's not.

All he finds is you, bloody yet beautiful, a flawless corpse surrounded by flower petals and sickly red. Fred still thinks you're beautiful, even in death you are the most perfect thing he had ever seen.

Still, he wished this wasn't how he'd remember you.

Dead.

And not at his side until the day he dies.

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marie-03 · 4 years

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No Longer A Ladies Man

Bucky X Fem!Reader

No warnings.

Word count: 2.3k

You pretend to be interested in the jabbering of your friend as she talks about a man she had met down at Coney Island. Apparently he was tall, dark and handsome. Loosely translated, that meant he was most likely an alcoholic who was also, very conveniently, slightly good looking.

"I've told you before, Lila, don't get involved with men who you describe to be 'tall, dark and handsome'. Never once has that gone well for you." You swirl the alcohol around in your glass, bitter bronze splashes over the rim and lands on the sticky table, "Don't you remember. . . what was his name?"

"Mike? Ed? No, Robert." You nod your head when she finally says the right name in her long line of ex-lovers.

She sighs when you knock back the rest of the liquor in your glass. "Yes, Robert. Not only did that man go on a bender each night and knock back gallons of booze by sunrise, but when you weren't there he had a call-girl between your sheets. Funnily enough, you described that souse as tall, dark and handsome too."

Her cheeks flush scarlet, if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was a show girl with make-up ready for a stage. It was clear that she knew you were right, you usually were about these kinds of things.

Never once had your heart been broken. Some may say it's because you were smart enough to do the heart breaking, others would say it's because you steered away from relationships completely. You would agree with the latter. It wasn't intentional, the steering away that is, but you had never found anyone who was capable of both catching your eye and not sleeping with the honey next door.

"What about James? You know, the one who's friends with the kid thats always sick." Lila eyes you, smirking slightly when the tips of your ears turn a faint pink. So, maybe you lied.

"That kid is called Steve and he's older than you." You sit straight, and cast your gaze out towards the bar.

A rushed tune is performed from the corner of the pub, a band of four play various instruments, the most noticeable being the piano. In front of them, on the dance floor, is multiple couples kicking their legs to and fro. You had never understood dancing, plus you had two left feet.

"You never answered my question. What about James?"

You'd be lying if you said you had no feelings for the man with the pretty blue eyes. Ever since he had moved into the house next door, his girl-winning smirk had been stuck in your head and you knew that he knew that. Even now, he sits next to Steve at a table near the dance floor, eyes locked onto your face turned away from him.

"He's a ladies man. Not one bone in that mans body is at all reliable."

Lila wags her brows. "I can think of one bone that seems to be very reliable."

"Don't be crude, Lila." You try to remain serious but can't help but chuckle, "But no. Don't get me wrong, Bucky's a looker but all that man wants to do is get into any woman's unmentionables."

"Hmm, I don't know. Apparently he hasn't shown any interest in any of the woman throwing themselves at him recently." Lila grins when she turns her head, eyes landing on Bucky who quickly looks away from you and starts talking to a very bored Steve.

Your head shakes. "And? I ain't no dreamboat, Lila, he isn't turning away woman for me. I don't think I've even spoke to the man for a few months, we occasionally wave to each other through the window but thats about it."

"Well, he's coming over so you might want to think of some conversation." Your eyes widen as the man in question enters your eye line. He looked as amazing as ever in his navy blue shirt tucked into coal pants. Despite Brooklyn being rather gloomy the last few months, you spot a tan line under the sleeve of his shirt.

Bucky slides into the booth next to you, he grins at Lila who winks in your direction before jumping from her seat and making her way over to a now lonely Steve.

"What brings you here, doll?" You can't help but notice how close he sits to you. His thigh brushes against yours, he leans in closer, grinning down at you with those beautiful baby blues.

"I was here to meet with Lila but you pushed her away, awfully rude, Mister Barnes."

He chuckles, then drawls in that seductive voice of his, "I like the way you say my name, do it again."

"Are you trying to make a pass with me, Buck?"

"Is it working."

You smirk through the red of your cheeks. "Maybe. Buy me a drink and we'll see if it's working then." He bangs his hands against the table in celebration, and stands, heading to the bar. You watch him leave with a smile, though your head was confused as to why you let him flirt with you so easily.

Bucky wasn't the type to get you drunk and take advantage, so you weren't worried about him filling you with alcohol to have ten minutes with you later on. What worried you was that that was all he wanted. Just ten minutes.

It wasn't like you were expecting the man to pop the question right there in the middle of the bar, but you were hoping that maybe, just maybe, one day he would ask the question almost every girl wants to hear.

Plus, unlike every other man you had met, Bucky had both caught your eye and not slept with the honey next door because that honey would be you. However, you wouldn't be against it. Not as a one night stand though, you hated those, especially when one side of the party felt so much more than the other. Watching people leave a bar together almost always broke your heart because although they're having fun, almost always one of them gets hurt when the sun comes back up.

Two empty glasses and a bottle of scotch is placed on the wooden table chipped by years of abuse from bar brawls and overly excited drinkers. "Most ladies like wine." You joke, as he removes the cork and pours the fiery liquid.

"You aren't most ladies." He hands you one of the glasses as he takes a swig from his own. You chuckle when his face screws up at the taste of the alcohol made to attack the taste buds.

"Whats wrong, Buck? Wishing you had that wine now?"

He cocks his head, grinning despite the drink left discarded on the table. "Wine seems more romantic, don't 'cha think?"

"Good job you didn't get wine then." You say, taking a sip from your own glass. Bucky quirks a brow, when he leans forward you don't move away or edge closer.

His lips brush against your ear, the touch sends a shock down your spine. "It's a real shame that you don't see this that way, I'm truly a romantic."

"Sure you are, Buck." You turn your head towards him. Your noses meet, and at this point there was no room between the pair of you.

The bar was like an ice box but Bucky was warmer than the campfires your father would light during your yearly camping trips. It was almost comforting, and strangely it felt like a hug you never wanted to pull away from. "I can show you how romantic I am if you'd let me."

The corners of your lips quirk. "Show me."

He pulls away and stands, holding out a hand for you to take. "May I have this dance, doll?"

"I have two left feet." You slip your hand into his, letting him pull you to your feet.

"It's a good job that I have two arms to keep you up."

The tune played by the now lone piano wasn't one you recognised but instantly loved the second it graced your ears. The man playing had musicians hands, it was like he was born to grace the ebony keys. Unlike most tunes, this one didn't have a ridiculous dance to match the solemn notes and trills that made people want to swing themselves around the room.

At least five other couples were on the tiled floor, swaying and twirling to the music. Everyone else that was in this part of the pub before had left, either because of the music change or because they had someone to bring home for the night.

Bucky places his hand on the small of your back, and entwines the other with your hand thats not clasping his shoulder. He smiles down at you who stares at your feet, making sure they're not going to step on the polished slacks that he wears.

"You're not going to step on my feet." He says it so softly that you're sure you're imagining it.

"I don't want to ruin your shoes." You respond. Bucky shakes his head and stops the pair of you to stand on his own feet, dulling the shine with dried mud.

"They're already ruined." Bucky spins you at the same time as the other men spin their own partners, and pulls you back, flush against his chest. You hesitate, but place your cheek against his shoulder, "(y/n), do you like me?"

Your brow furrows. "In what way?"

"You know what way I mean." He says, looking away from you to Steve who was giving him a thumbs up.

Clearly, your answer was yes, and not because he was quite possibly the prettiest man you had ever set eyes on. No, you liked him because of who he is. Bucky was one of the most loyal people you had ever met, and he was always gentle with you, never once had he raised his voice or directed his rage towards you. Every time the pair of you were together, he would make sure he was next to you at all times, defending you against any man looking in your direction in a way you didn't like.

Then there was the fact that after all the years, your crush had probably turned into something a little bit more. During the day your mind often wondered, and usually, no matter where it wondered to, it always found Bucky. Even when you were at Coney Island, you often found yourself looking for Bucky's face in the crowd of people.

So, it came as no surprise to you when you say, "Yes, and you."

He grins to himself when the song begins to come to close. When the last note is played, Bucky dips you and places a chaste kiss to your neck. "There's a reason that the 'famous ladies man' is no longer a ladies man." With each word, his lips brush against your skin more an more. His confession lands multiple kisses to your neck and leaves you a blushing mess.

"A simple yes would have sufficed." Your voice was quieter than it was meant to be. If Bucky wasn't still holding you at his mercy, he probably wouldn't have heard you.

Your eyes flick from Bucky to the crowd of people gathering to watch the pair of you at the bar. Multiple women scowl, their cherry painted lips cutting into you like sharpened knives ready to kill. Some men, mainly one's you had brushed off in the past, watch Bucky like a pack of hungry wolves ready to snatch up their prey.

"Bucky, people are staring." You can feel his smile against your neck tainted pink as he pulls you to your feet and nods to the pianist to start a new song.

When the new tune plays, Bucky shifts his arms to wrap around your waist. "Let them stare. Let them know that I have the prettiest girl in Brooklyn blushing in my arms." You swat his arm when you blush again.

"You did that on purpose."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

His forehead rests against yours, and you can't help but look up at him with all the love and adoration you can muster. Which just so happened to be a whole lot. You hadn't felt love before, but if this is what it felt like, you were very much on board with feeling this until you die.

"If you keep looking at me like then I might have to be the ladies man one more time." His eyes darken, their gentle nature being replaced by something that made you slightly weak in the knees. Your smile grows as you press your lips to his, the grip he has on your waist tightening.

Steve and Lila grin from their spot at the booth you previously occupied, the pair of them finally happy to have the pair of you together. For months, Steve had to listen to Bucky whine about you not paying enough attention to him.

Bucky's lips were soft against yours, his touch gentle and on purpose. He didn't want your first kiss to be something that forced the two of you into bed. No, he wanted it to mean something more, mark something more than the first time the pair of you spent the night together.

The cold of the bar is long forgotten when Bucky pulls the pair of you away from the dance floor, and into his arms by the far wall. He pulls his lips away from yours. You whine in protest.

"Everyone's definitely staring now." He says, placing his chin on your shoulder to watch all the disappointed faces ordering drinks at the bar.

You smile. "Let them stare. Let them know that Bucky Barnes is no longer a ladies man because he's mine."

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