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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Fred x Reader - Truth or Dare

Can I request a Fred x reader?They + some buds are playing T or D in common room with actual truth potion,you avoid doing a truth at all cost and have to go through the most mental dares.But George catches on + gets cheeky like ’I dare you to tell us why you havent picked truth’.At first you dont speak coz if you do you’ll confess your feelings for Fred.Coz you cant tell truth if you dont say anything.You can pick how it goes after😊sorry this if this is too long,I haven’t requested a fic before

Fred had his arm slung around your shoulder affectionately as you chatted idly with Lee and George. He sipped at his firewhisky, eyes moving about the room as the party had started to slow. The smart kids were turning in for the night, knowing they still had classes once the sun rose the next morning. The eager kids were already wasted, tripping over themselves and rushing to the nearest toilet as their stomach won out over their heads. The rest of you whoever were swaying comfortably to the music that had been turned down.

The night was coming to an end but Fred wasn’t ready. You were warm and pliant against his side and he was soaking up every second. It wasn’t rare for you to be this close, you had been closer to George once upon a time but the two of you had steadily melded together. George was still your best friend but Fred knew he was different. Fred knew you liked him, it might have something to do with the fact that George got tired of the both of you going to him with your tales of woe. Fred supposed his twin could only handle so much of, “Why doesn’t he/she like me back?” before he snapped. Fred considered himself lucky that his twin was such a miserable secret keeper.

Fred nursed his drinking, nodding subtly at George whose face split into a wicked grin. “Alright everyone who is sober enough to walk,” George teased as he announced to the Gryffindors partying around him, “It’s time to play...” He stalled, pretending to play the drums as he smacked Lee’s back in a rhythm that had people turning his way. “Truth or Dare!”

Fred felt you tense momentarily but then you were pulling away. “And that is where I take my leave,” You declared but George whirled on you as Angelina sat on the floor, Fred following her lead as the other other participants followed suit by making a wide circle.

“Nonsense!” George encouraged, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you to the circle where he sat you right across from Fred. You looked nervous and Fred would have otherwise been bothered if he wasn’t positive that you were just nervous about telling him how you felt. He was giddy for the night to unfold.

George, however, wanted to draw it out. Fred had been hoping that his brother would coax you to pick truth quite early, leaving the rest of the night for whatever the two of you decided to do. It seemed that neither you or George wanted that to happen as you picked dare once again. After several wicked dares that had you leaving an article of clothing in Filch’s office as well as lobbing a dungbomb into the Slytherin’s commonroom as well as Snape’s potions classroom, you were tired and ready to turn in.

“Dare,” You sighed, shoulders heavy as George thought for a moment. You hated this game, it had nothing to do with the juvenile dares and questions and everything to do with the look George had been giving you all night. He wasn’t going to go easy on you and you were desperate to escape. It was impossible though as Fred cheered you on every time you completed a wacky dare, a smile on his face. You hated to admit it but you craved validation from the boy who sat criss-cross in front of you, his clothes switched with Angelina’s as he teased that he thought he look ravishing in her skirt.

Fred’s eyes traveled to you and a frown tugged at his lips. You didn’t look like you were having fun at all. George was looking quite maniacal, the cogs of his brain turning so quick steam should have been coming out of his ears. Fred didn’t like the look of this.

“Alright, Y/N, I dare you to tell us why you haven’t picked truth all night long,” George quipped. “And no lies,” he added as you opened your mouth and then promptly shut it. This happened a few more times, your mouth opening but then clamping back shut as your eyes darted around the group that had slimmed in the past hour as Lee, Angelina, George, Katie, Fred and you remained.

Even that was overwhelming apparently as your stomach churned and your palms became clammy, heart thudding against your chest. “I’m sorry,” You muttered as you stood quickly, stepping over the mess of discarded cups and a shoe without it’s pair as you vanished to your dorm.

“Nice going!” Fred scolded. “I wanted you to get her to talk, not scare her off!”

George realized he had been a bit too hard on you but he wanted you and his brother to be happy, he regretted upsetting you however. It seemed like all would be well though as his twin got up and chased after you.

“What’s that all about?” Lee asked, puzzled.

“Do you try to be this stupid?” Katie rolled her eyes, silently cheering you and Fred on.

Meanwhile Fred caught you just before you slammed the door to your dorm shut. “Y/N, hey, what’s going on?” He asked as you slumped on your bed, rubbing frustrated tears from your eyes. His heart ached. Fred may have scolded his brother but he had just been doing what Fred had asked him to do.

“’M just tired Freddie,” You gave your poor excuse, kicking your shoes off.

“Are you sure?” Fred pressed. “It didn’t have anything to do with what George asked?”

“Oh come off it!” You burst out. “What does it matter?” Fred shut up and looked downcast. You let out a strained breath. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready to... admit some personal things,” You said carefully. “Truth or dare makes me really uncomfortable.”

Fred came to sit beside you, hand running up and down your back carefully as you leaned into him, head lulling against his shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I admitted something?” Fred asked as he shifted, and you followed, now directly across from each other, knees bumping together as you crossed your legs underneath you.

You watched Fred as he grew timid. His fair skin gave him away every time and he was blushing as he picked at a loose thread on your bed cover. “Is something wrong?” You asked, suddenly worried. The redhead reassured you immediately everything was alright with a shake of his head and his hold on your hand.

“I just should have come talk to you first,” He started with and you looked puzzled.

“About?” You coerced.

“You,”

“You should have come talk to me first about...me?” You weren’t following. Fred sighed and began to rock gently in his place, his nerves getting the better of him as you squeezed his hand to help relax him.

“Yeah, but instead I asked George a couple of days ago to try and get everyone together for truth and dare once we won the quidditch game-”

“Cocky,” You giggled but Fred just continued.

“-and he obviously did that, I just didn’t think that he would go so hard on you. Maybe more than that I thought you would pick truth sooner. I didn’t think you wouldn’t get upset either which was my fault, I know you don’t like being put on the spot-” Fred was speaking quickly, his train of thought derailing quickly and with seemingly no survivors.

“Woah, woah,” You interrupted. “Slow down. So let me get this straight, you asked George to start a truth of dare game so I would pick truth and say what exactly?”

“That you like me?” Fred finished for you, his phrase turning into a question as he became sheepish, now suddenly worried you didn’t feel the same and he would have only succeeded in angering you and ruining your friendship.

“Y-you know?” You asked, suddenly pale.

“Yes,” Fred confirmed but noticed the panic in your eyes. You were beginning to apologize when he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “But I wanted you to admit it because I like you too! A lot... It seems I’ve just mucked things up though,” He sighed, dejected.

“Say it again,” You pleaded, needing to fully grasp what he was saying.

“I really like you Y/N,” Fred admitted, more sturdy and confident this time.

You let a smile break out on your face and you held your hands over his to keep them in place. “I have to say, you did muck up things,” Fred’s expression fell. “But nothing so bad a kiss or two wouldn’t fix it,”

“You mean-?” Fred blushed.

“Kiss me,” You giggled, as he nodded excitedly, rushing forward to kiss you. It was eager and sloppy, your nose sore from him missing the mark the first time and bumping it but that faded to the background as he tried again and you two fell into an easy rhythm.

“I like you Fred,” You finally admitted aloud, the fear gone as he looked at you in a way you had never seen, or maybe just never noticed, before.

“Clearly,” He teased but pulled you back to him, not having had gotten enough of your lips on his.

Maybe you didn’t hate truth or dare as much as you thought.

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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Yay! Prompts are open!! Alpha Bucky and omega Tony au where traditional courting means that gifts are anonymously presented but the suitor will be rejected if three gifts are deemed unsuitable by the omega. Cue Bucky panicking because Stark has already rejected two of his gifts.

A/N: I hope this is what you’re looking for, anon. I went for angst, here. I also really love Nat being BFFs with Tony and/or Bucky and being protective of her idiot boys. Please ignore the gaping plot holes that a) Tony doesn't figure out it's one of the Avengers by virtue of security keeping other people from their floor b) Bucky could use the internet to look up modern courtship rituals. Or things about Tony. Sorry about the continually switching POV, I need to work on that.

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Tony opened the first gift and stiffened. A gun? Who would be so tasteless? So... He swallowed. He left the gift where it was, an uncomfortable leaden weight in his stomach. He would never be that person again.

Bucky watched as the omega looked like he would throw up. He wanted to throw up. What had gone wrong? Maybe things were very different now? In the 40s, giving an omega a weapon was telling them that you trusted them not to hurt you, and that you believed they could take care of themselves. At least, that was what it was supposed to mean. There were a lot of traditional gifts to choose from, and not a lot of alphas picked that one, uncomfortable with the thought of a weapon in their omega’s hands. Bucky, though, he thought it was a beautiful gift.

It was especially important to him now that Tony know that Bucky knew he could protect himself, especially from Bucky. He still had some violent nightmares, and the Winter Solider was always a potential problem.

Dejected, he walked away. He would do better.

Tony had never been properly courted before. Sure, there had been trinkets and jewelry and small presents from alphas and betas that he had been dating, but no one had ever courted him. He knew the process, of course, everyone did. Three anonymous presents. Three chances for the alpha to prove themselves a worthy mate without preconceptions about the person coloring the gifts.

He had hoped-

Well, he was an old, worn-out omega. Maybe he wasn't worth the effort.

Sighing, he shoved the thought away and pulled up a project. Bucky’s body armor needed upgrading.

It had taken the better part of two weeks but Bucky had finally decided on a second gift. Carefully wrapping it up, he enlisted JARVIS to get the second present in the kitchen right before the genius omega would enter. Crossing his fingers, he waited, unseen. This would be a much better gift.

When all the blood drained out of Tony’s face, a panicked scent coming from him, he knew he had fucked up again.

(Watch out for the break!)

Tony looked at the gift in surprise. A second gift? Who would go to the effort after he had turned them down the first time? Setting his coffee cup down, he carefully opened the present.

When he caught sight of what was inside the box, he could feel the blood drain from his face. A camera.

Hazy memories of people asking him if they could take pictures, recordings. No he had said. No no no.

The next day the recordings were on the internet. He had faked a smile and owned it. What other choice did he have?

But a camera as a gift? There might be another reason for it but his panicking mind wouldn’t latch onto anything but that. Hurriedly, he slammed the flaps of the box shut with shaking hands and very deliberately picked up his coffee mug. Refilling it, he walked out the door directly to his workshop.

“What did I do wrong?” He flopped down into the couch dramatically.

Natasha paused the TV. “With your courting presents?”

Bucky looked up, startled. “How did you know?”

Natasha gave him a smug look.

“Right.”

“What did you get him?”

Bucky rolled over into his back and laid his head on the other alpha’s thigh. “I got him a camera!”

Natasha hummed, thinking about what she knew about the genius, idly petting Bucky’s head.

JARVIS interrupted. “If I may, Miss Romanov, Mr. Barnes.” He sounded a little colder than normal.

Bucky made a gesture with his hand.

“There were recordings of a sexual nature released to the media without his consent.”

Bucky sat up straight, dislodging her hand. “What?”

Natasha closed her eyes. Of course. How could she have forgotten that? It had caused a huge media scandal, but Tony had come out of it smelling like roses.

Sometimes the innocent scent covered darker things, though.

Bucky’s voice dropped an octave. “What?”

Natasha rounded on him. “If you're thinking of giving up-”

“I want to kill those people!” Bucky said, dangerously.

Paradoxically, Natasha relaxed, urging him to lay back down. “They are.”

“Are what?” Resisting, Bucky peered at Natasha. His eyes were nearly black with rage, and it the angry scent was pouring off him.

“Dead.” JARVIS said. His voice was much warmer than it had been before, but still angry. Bucky still marvelled every day that a computer program was so human. It was so... science fiction.

Bucky relaxed, the anger scent pulling back. Laying back down, he looked at the ceiling. “Is that what he thought, JARVIS?”

JARVIS hesitated. “He hasn't said so specifically.”

“So yes.”

Natasha deliberately projected a calming scent. It didn't work as well as a calming scent from an omega, but it helped calm Bucky down. She thought that the slightly proud tone from JARVIS when he had said ‘dead’ helped more. “What did you mean it to be?”

“Past, present, and future.”

Natasha sighed noisily. “Of course you did, you moron.”

“Hey!”

Natasha patted Bucky’s head. “So what else did you get him?”

Bucky closed his eyes. “A gun.”

Natasha shoved Bucky into a sitting position. “A gun?” she sounded frantic. Natasha never sounded frantic. Not even facing down hundreds of murderous aliens and a nuclear bomb.

Bucky frowned, very confused. “Yes?”

Natasha took a deep breath. “You gave Tony Stark, the person who was called the Merchant of Death for years, who spent three months in a cave being tortured in an attempt to coerce him to make weapons, the person whose godfather tried to have him assassinated in that cave and then tried to steal his company from him for shutting down the weapons manufacturing, you gave that man a gun?” Natasha’s voice rose higher and higher with every word.

Bucky couldn't breathe. “I did what?” his voice was so weak she could barely hear him. The words ‘assassination’ and ‘tortured’ and ‘merchant of death’ ringing in his ears.

“You idiot.” She started cursing in Russian, and a few other languages.

He didn't understand the magnitude of how much he fucked up, but Natasha’s anger clued him in that it was a lot. “Just kill me,” he begged.

“That can be arranged,” she said darkly. “You absolute idiot,” she continued. “What are you going to do?”

“Do? I'm going to throw myself on his mercy that's what I'm going to do!”

“Absolutely not!”

Surprised by her vehemence, he looked up at her. “I'm not?”

“No. You’re going to finish out the courtship, and if he declines then you throw yourself on his mercy.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he prayed for a lightning bolt to strike him dead. “Then what am I going to do?”

“You're going to give him an amazing gift. And it's going to be both a final courtship offer and an apology.” Sighing, she settled back down, tired. Even a minor alpha rage tired her out. These boys, they were so stupid. “What did you mean the gun to be?”

Bucky colored. “In... you know. The forties-”

“Oh Bucky.”

“Yeah I gathered it was a bad idea!” He snapped. “Sorry, just. Courting has changed so much.”

Natasha made a ‘go on’ gesture, a kernel of sympathy warring with her annoyance.

“It meant that I trusted them, to take care of themselves, that they didn't need me but chose me and allowed me to protect them. It..seemed fitting. He’s Iron Man. He can kick anyone’s ass, he's doesn't need an alpha to stand in front of him, but if he had accepted, he was allowing me to. At least, sometimes.”

It was sweet, Natasha thought. His gifts were well-thought out - for anyone but Tony Stark and his mountain of issues.

“Make him food.” She decided. She would see these two idiot boys together if it was the last thing she did.

“What?”

“Show him that you don't expect him to change anything about himself. He's afraid that an alpha would demand him to be a stereotypical omega. Barefoot, pregnant, staying behind and tending home. Make him a home-cooked meal.” She repeated. “Clean something for him. Unobtrusively. Get JARVIS to help you.”

“Having listened to this conversation, I would be more than happy to allow Mr. Barnes to further his courtship. I cannot promise him entrance to Sir’s private rooms but I can direct you to things that Sir might leave a mess and would have to clean up later,” JARVIS replied promptly.

“I'm so sorry, JARVIS.”

“I understand,” JARVIS said gently.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Certainly.”

“What... what meal or meals would he like?”

“Sir does not have particularly strong favorites. He does, however, has a fondness for pasta, of course, and chicken dishes.”

“Allergies?”

“Mint,” JARVIS replied.

Bucky shoved himself to his feet. “Well, I guess I'll go look up some recipes. And extravagant apology speeches.” He paused before leaving the room, and kissed Natasha on the head. “Thanks, Tasha.”

“Anytime. I love you both.” She gripped his hand. “Don't break his heart.”

Buck gave her hand a squeeze. “I'd rather rip mine out.”

Tony found a plate of chicken alfredo on his work table. He looked at it, a little confused, before shrugging. He was hungry. Taking a first bite, he almost cried. It was entirely homemade, sauce and pasta. He favored every bite, ignoring the to-do list behind him. Amazing pasta deserved his attention, even mysteriously appearing delicious pasta.

Three days later he trudged up to the library, intending to re-shelve the many books he had pulled out haphazardly yesterday and left strewn about. He was fairly certain there were pens and paper and small electronic components left around the books as well. He stopped dead in the door to the library. There were no books on the floor, and all the papers, pens, and components were neatly organized on the small table. “JARVIS?”

“Sir?”

“Am I hallucinating? Didn't I leave a mess here yesterday?”

“You did, yes Sir.”

Narrowing his eyes, he looked around the room as if someone was going to jump out and yell ‘gotcha’, but no one did. The scents in the room were a pleasing mix of all the Avengers, and he couldn't tell who had cleaned up after him. Gathering up the paper and electronics, he took them back downstairs to his workshop.

Over the next few weeks, he had been plied with several home-cooked meals, and had gone to clean up a mess he had made four times only to find the area as neat as a pin.

He wasn't sure what was going on.

Then he saw the wrapped box. His stomach knotted, especially after the past two offers.

He approached it as if it were a bomb, and carefully opened it. He wasn't sure if he was dreading this or pleased his suitor had continued on.

The box was very light. When he opened it, there was a single sheet of paper in it.

I want you exactly as you are. I don't need you to change anything about yourself. I trust you, and I want a past, present, and future with you.

The meals and cleaning up after him made so much more sense now.

A note was cheating, bending the rules a little bit, but when had Tony Stark ever listened to the rules?

Of course, people said that he didn't need to change and then had to deal with the full force of his personality, but it was a nice sentiment.

But... those other gifts. Rationally, he thought the camera most likely had nothing to do with the sex tapes. The gun, though, he couldn't think of a single reason as to why his anonymous suitor would have gifted him that.

Sighing, he looked at the sheet of paper again. I want you exactly as you are. Maybe he was naive, but that was just what he wanted. Someone who didn't want him to change.

He took the letter with him.

Tony closed the box, and wrapped it. “What do you think, JARVIS?”

“I think they'll be pleased, Sir.”

Suspicious, he shook a finger. “You know who they are!”

“Of course, Sir.”

Tony laughed. “Well, you haven't murdered them, so I guess that's a point in their column.” He looked back down at the wrapped box. “Well, let's go.”

He took the box up to the kitchen, and set it on the counter. He fidgeted around, opening doors and drawers, before finally making himself coffee and settling into the living room to not watch the movie playing on the TV.

There was a box in the kitchen. For him. He took a deep breath, then another.

Quietly, he picked it up and opened it. There was an Iron Man helmet in the box.

“That's who I am,” said a quiet voice behind him.

Bucky whirled, his heart pounding. He hadn't heard or smelled Tony come up behind him.

“I know.”

Those dark eyes regarded him. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

Tony watched him for a long time before finally speaking again. “The camera?”

“Past, present, and future,” Bucky replied promptly.

Tony nodded, but his eyes were still guarded. His scent was still wary. “And the gun.” It wasn’t a question.

Bucky winced. “I'm sorry.”

“Why?”

“In the- it's was meant to-” frustrated, Bucky shoved a hand through his hair. “That I trust you. You don't need me, you're choosing me. I didn't know, I'm so sorry.”

Tony’s scent relaxed a little bit, but he still looked wary.

Bucky wanted to cross the room and gather him into a hug, but didn't know if he would be welcome. “I'm so, so sorry,” he stressed. “I would never.”

Tony nodded, his posture relaxing finally. “You couldn't have known. I mean, you could have, maybe, but not really.”

“Still, I hurt you.” It was like a stone in his gut.

It was Tony who crossed the room to Bucky. He took Bucky’s hand.

“Yes, but you apologized. It's alright,” the omega said soothingly. “We’ll have to talk more, but it's okay, Bucky.” He gestured toward the box. “I accept, if you couldn't tell.”

A burst of warmth filled Bucky’s stomach. “Even though I fucked up big time..”

Tony’s smile filled his face. “We all fuck up. What matters is that we make up for it and continue working forward.”

There was a moment of hesitation, then Bucky swayed forward. “I'm going to kiss you. Is that okay?”

“Please!”

The scent of happy omega and happy alpha filled the room. This was only the beginning, a fragile beginning, but for right now, for this infinite moment, they were both perfectly happy.

Natasha walked into the room then turned right back around. Normally she would tease the kissing couple, but it was too early in their relationship for that. She would go bother Clint for coffee.

~Marie

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