The Winter Highlander || Bucky x Reader

Part 14

Note before reading:

Here we go. Only one more chapter left after this one. Also, yes this gif was necessary. I've always been one of those people who thought manbuns looked ridiculous. But I am fucking helpless looking at this gif. Thank you for all the love you guys have been giving. Love, Nina 

p.s. Not safe for work. You're welcome. 

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"I hate you Bucky Barnes," you huffed, stomping up the final steps in your heels, sighing with relief when you had ultimately made it to the top.

"Sure you do," was all Bucky said as he smirked, holding your hand to make sure you didn't slip on the slick stones that led up to the entrance of the Clan Buchanan's estate.

"This is your fault," you reminded him again.

"Yes dear."

"And you're not even wearing a kilt," you complained, a little smile hidden in the corner of your lips as he led you inside. Bucky chuckled, the deep kind that sent fuzzy feelings to places they really shouldn't be going when in public. He looked good. He wore a crisp dark suit that hugged him in all the right places; a groomed stubble on his jaw; his dark hair sleeked back. He looked ridiculously handsome.

Arsehole.

Bucky turned towards you as soon as the two of you had made it through the large double doors and into the foyer where other guests were being helped out of their coats.

"I figured the kilt would have your dirty American mind going places all n-" he started, a mischievous smirk on his lips that instantly died when you took of your coat and smiled deviously as it was taken away from you. You felt your cheeks flush as Bucky's eyes couldn't help but wander down your body; to the emerald green dress you were wearing. It had a silky feel, deep neckline and thin straps. You could see Bucky's jaw tick briefly before he looked back into your eyes, his pupils dilated at the mere sight of you.

"That's unfair," was all he commented before he slid his arm around your waist and led you onwards.

You couldn't help but notice that the Buchanan's house was humongous; a large estate amid the green Highlands that came straight out of a fairy tale. Despite the outrageous size of this place, the estate carried a homely feel; dark wooden floors; tall windows with dark curtains; and walls filled to the brim with old paintings. It had you wanting to explore to find hidden rooms behind bookcases and to smell old books.

When Bucky led you down the stairs into a large ballroom, you nearly died. Truth is, you had been nervous for days now. Bucky's ridiculous promise of trading his Christmas with his family for attending his clan's fundraiser had seemed like a really good one at first. But, now you found yourself in a room with an enormous amount of people whom you didn't know. You wondered if Lily's family was here.

"This looks like a castle," you breathed as you took in the room, many unfamiliar faces perking up to look at you as the two of you entered.

"Well, it isn't," Bucky said, "-our actual one is much further away."

You looked up at him, quirking up your eyebrow. "Your family owns a castle?"

"Well- yes. But it's run down and everything. It hasn't been used in years," Bucky countered.

"Still a castle," you huffed with a little smile while Bucky laughed. He pulled you close to him, kissed your cheek in front of the entire room, and proceeded to lead you onward. You decided to focus on the way his still bruised hand felt on your waist, deciding that would be a much more enjoyable thing to focus on than the multiple people smiling awkwardly at you as you shook hands and smiled.