The Winter Highlander || Bucky x Reader

Part 15

Note before reading:

Here we are. This story's final mini-chapter to wrap things up. Enjoy my darlings.

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Two years later

You felt like you had stepped back in time as you found yourself standing in a large foyer, once again nervously stroking the flowy fabric of your new wedding dress. Only this time, it had fit you perfectly the first moment you had tried it on.

You forced yourself to take deep steading breaths as you waited, playing with the silver engagement ring that was on your finger. You couldn't help but think back to the moment when Bucky, who usually towered over you easily, had sunk down on one knee right in front of you.

You had always expected that the idea of marrying would be too painful for the both of you, but the moment you had looked into his pleading and loving eyes, you realized you would have married him that very instant if he asked you to.

"Ready?" your father asked as he offered his arm to you.

You looked up, realizing it was finally happening. Only this time, your father had only to look at you briefly to know that this time you would not turn back. You took in a deep breath as the large white doors, so very similar to the ones you had stood behind only years past, were opened for the two of you to enter. It caused that awful gut-twisting feeling to return to your stomach. 

So, you clasped onto your father's arm, and forced your feet to move.

You found all heads turning as everyone stood up to watch you walk down the aisle. Having so many people in the room looking at you was utterly nerve wracking. All eyes were watching you; all but your own. Because they had found Bucky, waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

There he stood; grey suit; bright blue eyes; hair swooped backwards; his restless hands continually adjusting his cuffs nervously before they dropped as soon as he saw you walk in.

Bucky stopped breathing; felt his throat tighten like he was about to cry as he wondered how someone like you- could smile at him like that. He barely blinked, thinking any second not watching you, was a second wasted. In that moment, he realized he had been an utter fool for thinking he would be able to do without the feeling of your lips on his, or waking up to not find you wrapped in his arms. He realized his fate had been sealed from the moment you had told him that 'he might as well have arsehole tattooed on his forehead.'

You felt that terrible feeling in your stomach melt away instantly; finding nothing in Bucky's eyes but a desperate need to marry you this very second. Your heart swelled with joy as you realized every step took you closer to him, and made your heart beat faster the closer you got.

When you and your father had finally made it down the aisle, you found Bucky staring at you still; his mouth slightly agape as if he couldn't quite believe you were real. Your father stood there with raised eyebrows, waiting for Bucky to take your arm from him.

"Son?"

Finally, Bucky tore his eyes away from you ever so briefly as he quickly looked at your father, an embarrassed flush having crept up his neck. It was like he had forgotten he had been there. Or anyone but you for that matter.

"Oh- yes. Thank you sir," Bucky stammered as he took your arm from your father, who, after shaking Bucky's hand firmly, found his seat with a little smirk on his face.

"You look fucking beautiful," was all Bucky managed to whisper in your ear as he led you up the final steps. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too widely.

For the entire ceremony, you could do nothing but stare back into Bucky's eyes as he stood across from you, holding your hands like he was afraid you would let go. You didn't, for even a single moment, doubt whether you were supposed to be standing there. This felt predestined.

So, when both your parents walked up to stand on either side of you during the handfasting, you gladly connected both your hands, your fingers wrapping around his wrist as he wrapped his around yours.

Your mothers carefully wrapped the long ribbon, coloured in Clan Buchanan's tartan colours, around your intertwined hands. And while Bucky and you stared into each other's eyes, the vows spilled from your lips so easily that it felt as natural as breathing.

"Now ye are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone.

I give ye my body, that we two might be one.

I give ye my spirit, 'till our lives shall be done."

That day, after you and Bucky had exchanged vows, was filled with so much magic and laughter that you felt like it could never be put into words. For the entire night, Bucky barely left your side; his hand was on your back continuously, and when he did find himself parted from you, his eyes would find yours every so often to catch you smiling back at him every time.

After dinner, there had been a number of speeches that sent the two of you laughing and smiling to no end. However when Blair, Deirdre and the other book club ladies stepped up, and made some remarks that clearly referenced their earlier suggestions of 'having your way with one another in a library', Bucky nearly slid off his seat with shame.

You squeezed Bucky's hand, unable to keep a wild laugh from leaving your lips. Bucky couldn't help but smile in return as his eyes flitted to your smiling lips, committing the shape and sound of your laugh to his memory. All he could think was that this particular laugh was now his favourite sound in the world, and he would do anything so he could hear it every day for the rest of his life.

"In fact-" Deirdre continued, "we have put together a list of literary suggestions for your wedding night....."

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Note after reading:

I hope you really enjoyed this story and will stick with me for any other Bucky stories I will post in the future. On that matter, you can vote for which 15-chaptered story idea will come into fruition in the next chapter.

Again, thank you for all the comments and votes. It is a writer's greatest reward.

Love,

Nina