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Hiraeth [Part 31]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: After being shot, the reader gets to meet Bucky... again.

For a moment she thought of turning around and walking away, but her mind didn't accept it. Firstly, she needed answers. This was an important part of the mission, and she couldn't miss the opportunity. Secondly, she was worried the team might have the same lead. It was a bit childish, but she wanted to solve this herself.

Bucky was let in fairly easily, maybe because he could look extremely dangerous when need be, and he could make them believe he belonged there. The penguin-like man eyed his up and down and let him through. Now that Bucky had gone in, she couldn't. She was already expecting a resistance to her presence, but if word spread that a woman was there who very much didn't belong, it could get her Bucky's attention. This was the last thing she wanted.

She decided to walk away and into the small alleyway on the right side of the building. It was dark and smelled absolutely revolting; owing to the presence of four dumpsters. She could easily see a window, covered so thickly with grime that only the broken panel let any light through. The first attempt to climb shot an excruciating pain through her shoulder. Unwilling to stop, she stepped on a dumpster, and using her abilities, caused it to hover a few centimeters above the ground, just enough that she could climb in.

There was a ring like structure at the center of the hall. It smelled worse than it did in the parking lot. Only one big spotlight fell on the “ring”, which looked poorly put-together. A man had approached her, but she gave him her cash to stay quiet.

"Hey", she said, approaching one of the guards, "I am looking for a man."

The guard observed her stature and waved her off with his hand, not wanting to miss the fight.

"Andrusha..."

"There is no Andrusha", the guard dismissed, which was true. She just made that name up to look genuine. She made up a fake story, showed him fake photos prepared solely for this reason; a daughter looking for her father, and used some cash. He wasn’t that bright and told her to go through the “kitchen” door and turn right to a double door.

Everything on this side of the building was so still and quiet that she suspected more than half of the rooms to be empty.

The double doors mentioned, though, did little to shield the sounds coming from the inside. A man was talking, more like moaning, in Russian, and there was a female voice. She felt bad, but it was urgent. She knocked the door, the "activity" continued, but upon knocking again it stopped.

Кто там? ... Кто там? he repeated. (Who is it?)

"I heard they give private lessons for jiujitsu here", she replied in Russian, "Brazlian Jiujitsu."

No sound came from the other side of the door, that raised an alarm. She could imagine the man motion the woman in bed to be quiet as he loaded his gun. Out of fear, she formed a force field as big as the door, so that any bullet would be stopped.

The door opened unceremoniously. The man in front of her was Tall, with black hair, hazel eyes and a 1960 tattoo on the left side of the neck.

"I was waiting," he drawled in a perfect southern accent. Many words were not exchanged, and he only gave her a brown file, which she was quick to take and put under her hoodie. He also told her that he would call her from a phone booth and tell her where to meet next, to discuss things in detail.

She wanted to ask him something, but something caught his attention, he looked to the right side of the woman he was kind of sleeping with, there was a huge monitor with live footage of CCTV cameras. Someone had just made his way up the stairs; she followed his gaze and recognized him immediately. Bucky.

"I'm going. See you later. Continue what you were doing, or he'll be suspicious. Don't tell him I was here. bye," she said hurriedly and raced towards his window. Much to his surprise, she jumped off the pane, landing safely on the fire escape staircase which she had torn off another building with her powers.

As soon as she landed on the street, she ran towards the darkest corners she could see, to no be found. She was still puzzled why Bucky was there.

Things didn't seem so great, though; the streets were so silent that she easily noticed there were some footsteps behind her. Was it Bucky? She continued walking in the dark, refusing to turn around to lose pace. To make things worse for pursuit, she motioned for the street lights to turn off as well, the sound of the steps changed signaling confusion.

The most convenient way to her motel now went through a detour that, she had no choice but to go there. She couldn't fight, her arm didn't allow it, and she didn't want to lose the file. How she wished humans had more metal in them. Maybe it was fear, but she became aware of the pain once again, maybe the adrenaline had washed off. Her heart pounded when she heard that there were multiple steps behind her. She started running.

As soon as she sped through, however, she felt a strong jolt to her body as an a hand reached out and grabbed her, circling her waist and pulling her back forcefully. Before she could protest, she felt a hand place itself on her mouth. The coldness of the other arm was the second to follow.

"Be quiet", the voice nearly rendered her legs powerless. A sense of fear and nervous relief took over her when she heard Bucky's voice. She wanted to avoid him, but he had seized her; it was still better somehow because she suddenly felt very safe. She let her head fall back and rest against Bucky's chest as she tried to calm her breath.

The men, five of them, came out of the detour and looked around. Bucky moved farther in the dark pulling Amelia along. She put her hand on his and tried to pull it way, but he didn't budge.

"Don't move, you idiot!" he whispered again. The men were gone farther ahead, and he let her go.

"Let's go," he announced and didn't leave her wrist until she brought him to her aboding place.

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Bucky slammed the door shut, so hard that she felt it could fall off the hinges. The lights flickered on and he looked around. She was too busy with her arm to notice how appalled he was by the state of this establishment. The walls were empty. There was only one sofa that served as a bed, because he could see a comforter on it. His jaw clenched.

“What are you doing here?”, she asked him, finally turning around.

“I should ask you that”, he retorted. “What is all this?”

“How were... wait, why were you there?”, she ignored his question knowingly, slapping the file on the small table.

“Again. I should ask you that”, he replied.

She sighed in frustration. She was happy to see him but it was kind of annoying.

“Well”, he asked, raising his brows, “Are you going to answer me?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she just turned from him and walked to the window. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“I’m not leaving until I have answers. What were you doing in a place like that? As far as I remember you were off the mission, what’s the point of all this?”

“Bucky”, she said, wanting to ignore him, ‘Please just leave. It’s complicated.”

Bucky’s hand was reluctant to let her go. “I have time.”

“It’s not important”, she said, trying to move her hand away from his grip. He only tightened his grip and pulled her a bit close.

“Amy”, he said, “I am not in the mood to listen to your excuses. I want answers tonight. What were you doing there? Why are you running like this?"

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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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Jelly Slugs

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Word Count: 2,278

Warnings: Swearing, a little angsty, still plenty of fluff

Song to Set the Vibe: broken ~ lovelytheband

Request: @mcluuvin666 hi could i request a harry potterxreader in which the reader & harry always seem to find each other in the hospital wing at the end of each year because of harry’s adventures & somehow she always ends up hurt in a funny/ironic way even though it wasn’t her intention to get caught in their messes if that makes sense? either way harry & the reader get really close throughout years of ending up in the hospital wing w the reader being frustrated w the trio bc they’re the “reason” why she’s hurt and she’s just kinda like “you lot are going to be the death of me” but harry and reader end up going out anyway. lots of fluff and maybe angst if you can? thank you so much!!

A/n: Once agian so sorry this took so long! It may not be completely edited, excuse typos, I wrote litteratly all of it tonight. I'm trying to burn through my requets, if u sent one I got it I'm just waiting to get to it

At eleven years old you had already had far too many near-death experiences, for you that meant one. You hadn’t meant to do anything at all, well except grab some snacks from the kitchen after hours, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before. On your way back your ears had picked up a sweet symphony and you had grown curious.

Turning a few unfamiliar corners you found the room, its heavy door ajar. You pushed it all the way open, a pastry still stuffed in your mouth preventing you from screaming. A large three-headed beast lay in front of you snoring loudly. Before you could turn and run your eyes found a small wooden trap door at its feet. The phrase your mother often scolded you with echoed in your head, Curiosity killed the cat. You about turned on your heel but then the ending of the saying learned from an equally mischievous classmate came to you, But satisfaction brought it back.

You dropped the food in your hands and walked hesitantly towards the large dog. You then quietly opened the door, cringing as its hinges squeaked and peered inside being met with complete darkness. You were going to close the door retrieve your treats then head back to your dorm but as you turned you met a pair of brilliantly green eyes and you let out a yelp before stumbling backward and plunging into the hole with a scream. You were soon followed by three of your classmates almost as confused as you were.

You ended up getting your arm broken by a giant chess piece on your way to retrieve something you didn’t fully understand and what you believed to be a curse began.

You sat up in a cold sweat the image of a white stone queen drawing her sword waking you with a start. You rubbed your eyes only to find your left arm in a sling and aching a bit.

“Oh, good you’re awake.”

You turned to your right to see a little boy in round glasses smiling at you. “What happened last night?” you asked eyes wide.

“It’s a long story, but I suppose we have time.” He shrugged, “Jelly slug?” he offered holding out a colorfully wrapped package.

“Yes please.”

Second year began as normal as it should have but it was soon strange and dangerous, pearlized classmates and strict rules making the school feel less and less like a home. Of course, your luck being about as bad as it got, you where the last victim of the basilisk.

You had been polishing trophies to serve detention which you got for supposedly bad-mouthing Snape although it wasn’t your fault Draco was a filthy snitch. You then saw a large pair of yellow eyes in the shining metal and everything went dark.

You woke up four days later body aching eyes feeling extremely dry as you blinked vigorously. You had a strange sense of deja vu as the hospital wing soon came into view. Head once again thumping as you tried to recall your memories.

“Oh right, you're here.”

You turned your head to the right to see a wide smile, green eyes hidden behind round glasses as cuts riddled the boy’s face.

“Merlin Harry, what happened to you?” You gasped taking in his battered form.

He shrugged, “I fought Voldemort.”

You cringed at the name but said nothing of it to him, “Again?”

He laughed, “Yeah, this time it hurt more though.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You grinned at him.

His cheeks reddened a bit, “Yeah, I’m glad you’re okay too.”

You fell into an uncomfortable silence before Harry reached to his bedside table and offered you a tissue-wrapped box, “Jelly Slug?”

You nodded taking it from him

Third-year had been downright dreadful for you. You were finally a teenager which basically meant everything that had been easy and quick now seemed to take hours and far too much thought. Every little thing you did you were sure would be scrutinized, it didn’t help when a close friend of yours spread a nasty rumor about you and you found yourself skipping classes and opting to stay in bed. A serial killer being on the loose certainly didn’t help.

The only sort of decent thing that happened was your friendship with Harry, after two times of healing in the hospital wing together you decided to be at least acquaintances. You held study sessions with the boy and occasionally his two best friends although all they did was bicker.

You also happened to be outside reading when a rat lept on you and dove down your shirt leading to you being dragged into a tree by a dog who turned out to be a serial killer who turned out to be Harry’s godfather. But to be honest you didn’t really care.

You were absolutely livid, your leg was torn apart and for the third time in a row you had somehow been shoved into an adventure you most certainly didn’t want to take part in and you were bleeding heavily because of it.

Oh yes, how could you forget? You were also almost killed by your professor, who had turned into a werewolf just in time to almost kill you again.

When you woke up in the hospital wing with the golden trio surrounding you, you weren’t so pleasant.

A string of foul curse words, pointing fingers and yelling was shot at the three teens who apologized profusely insisting they did not mean to get you caught up in their business.

You eventually calmed down and found out it wasn’t all that bad considering you got to see the suddenly very attractive dark-haired boy who made a point to spend all of his free time in the hospital wing with you as your leg healed. You shared a large amount of jelly slugs as you read muggle books and did your best to stay on top of studies.

Fourth year was much better than the last. You and Harry spent more and more time together and you felt a large crush on the boy who lived growing. Hermione knew about it instantly and Ron seemed adamant to tease both of you just for the joy of watching your faces flush. But good things never lasted.

You had a heart attack when Harry’s name came out of the goblet and found yourself taking his side in a sudden war between him and Ron. The bitch of a journalist Rita Skita also plastered you and Harry’s face all over the daily prophet when she caught you hugging him before his first task. You went with Harry to the ball although to both of your disappointment only as friends. And you ended up comforting Hermione in the hallway anyway.

You also were almost drowned by your sorry excuse for teachers in the second task. Never one to back down from a fight you yelled directly at Dumbledor and Karkaroff saying how if your name wasn’t pulled out of that idiotic goblet than you shouldn’t have to almost die for the even more idiotic tournament. Of course, you did this with a very colorful vocabulary that landed you three weeks of detention.

When Harry pulled Cedric from the maze you had cheered clapping along with the band until suddenly you heard the boy wail like a wounded animal. You raced down to meet him and helped pull him off of the elder boy’s body.

He was shaking the entire time and when you finally managed to drag him away he buried his head into your neck and sobbed.

Harry was then dragged away by Mad-Eye and you were quick to follow, bursting in on the two just as Moody no longer became Moody.

“Harry!” You yelled diving at the quickly transforming man who was holding him at wand point.

Your body suddenly erupted in such harsh pain you thought you might throw up.

“Y/n!” Harry’s yells fell on deaf ears as the unforgivable curse took all of your attention.

By the time Harry was able to disarm the man, you had passed out from the pain.

You woke up in the hospital wing three days later a disheveled Harry seated in a chair next to you his arms folded on your bed his head resting on them.

When you tapped his shoulder lightly he jolted awake immediately engulfing you in his embrace sobbing out apologies as you pushed yourself closer into his chest.

“I’m so so sorry y/n, I never meant for you to be caught up in any of this.” He choked out pulling away from you and cupping your face in his hands.

“It��s okay Harry, I’m okay.” You spoke smiling weakly feeling extremely exhausted.

“But he used an unforgivable cu-”

“I don’t care, I’m just happy you’re okay.” You interrupted leaning into the soft circles his thumb was drawing on your cheek.

Harry’s eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion and suddenly his lips were on your own.

The second they connected he backed away blushing so heavily you were sure he was hot to the touch.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know what I was thinking and I-”

You only shook your head and wrapped your hands around his neck bringing his lips back to yours. His hands ended up on either side of you as you leaned back down on the bed bringing him with you. He hovered over you, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you played with the ends of his hair. He tasted overly sugary with a hint of fruit, just like a jelly slug.

You were interrupted by a cough followed by a low chuckle and Harry immediately pulled away from you and you turned to see not only your headmaster but Professor McGonagal and Madame Pomfrey all staring at you.

Your eyes went wide and you felt so hot you thought you might catch the sheets on fire. You stole a glance at Harry who had paled dramatically, looking sick.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better y/n.” Dumbledore chortled.

You hissed in at the pain that shot through your ankle. Your head had also begun to pound causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and attempt to relieve the pressure by pressing onto your temples. Fuck Umbridge. You hopped that bitch was dead, as your eyes began to adjust to the sudden brightness of your surroundings you saw an all to a familiar sight. The hospital wing had become your home away from home and now in fifth year you, it made sense you ended up there once again.

When your psychotic headmaster dragged you, your boyfriend and your two best friends out to the forbidden forest as she was attacked by a giant she managed to hit you with some sort of spell which effectively left you in your current state. Harry who was seated beside you wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on your neck.

“You okay?” He asked he seemed stressed, then again when wasn’t he?

“I’m fine.” You lied with a smile pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“I think you should stay here y/n/n, I can’t have you getting hurt.” He frowned. You then took notice of the group of teenagers was behind him. They were clearly about to leave.

“I think history has proven that kind of unavoidable at this point.” You sighed standing up and drinking whatever was on your nightstand, it turned out to be a pain medicine that tasted the equivalent of dragon piss.

“Y/n...” Harry spoke hesitantly.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, your face set in stone. “If you don’t take me with you I will find another way to that building.”

Harry sighed biting down on his lip, “Fine. Alright, guys, let’s go.”

Your lips twitched into a smile just as you were about to leave the room you noticed a small half-empty bag on the table next to your bed, you stuffed it into your pocket and ran after the group you had fallen behind.

You sat silently eyelids feeling so heavy you thought they might close at any moment. Your entire body ached, your headache coming back stronger than ever, but you didn't let onto your pain.

Harry had his head buried into your stomach as you combed through his messy hair, his sobs were the only sound in the massive black room. Sand was scattered around you as you clung to your boyfriend your back up against a black glass wall as you stared blankly ahead of you. Dumbledore stood a few feet away, seeming almost as lost as you were. Part of you hated him for putting Harry through everything he had just been through, but you knew it wasn’t his fault.

Harry adjusted himself so his head was buried into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. The movement caused something in your pocket to crinkle, catching your attention.

You reached into your robe and removed a half-empty bag of candy. You smiled in spite of yourself.

You tapped Harry on the shoulder whispering his name. He looked up at you his eyes rimmed in red, his face blotchy, the sight made your heart throb.

“Jelly Slug?” You asked your voice cracking.

The boy let out a mix between a laugh and a sob before lightly placing his lips onto your own. He tastes salty and bitter, like tears and blood. You found yourself wishing you were elven again when everything was simple, wishing that Harry still tasted like jelly slugs.

Taglist:

(Realizing I forgot this last fic I posted, my bad)

@accio-rogers

@roslea

@k3nz-doodl3

@theseuscmander

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