Flowers Bloom - Chapter 1

Flowers Bloom - Chapter 1

Series Summary: Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,588

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A/N: And here we go! I put a lot into this series, it’s my first Bucky one. Please let me know how it goes and what you think is going to happen xx

Flowers were one of nature’s most beautiful creations, in your opinion. Their variety was endless. Colours you couldn’t even name, shapes you couldn’t even identify, and smells unparalleled by any other. Flowers were your version of romance, they fascinated you to no end.

Everyone around you seemed to believe you loved flowers because you had to love flowers. Since you had to live with flowers for the rest of your life. They weren’t too keen on the constant reminder these flowers served for you. People seemed to worry about others’ lives more than they did their own.

See, in your world, flowers weren’t just beautiful creations meant for lovely sights. In your world, flowers represented pain and injury to the person you loved the most. For every injury your soulmate received would be presented on your body in the form of flowers blooming at that place. You thought it cruel, how something so beautiful could represent hurt, pain and agony.

Having said that, flowers only appeared when injury was caused. But you, you were one of those few individuals who were born with flowers on them. Yours encircled your left shoulder joint, a beautiful assembly of roses, daisies, tulips and the supporting greens. It was like a sleeve, with your arm sprouting from the middle.

When you were little and started asking your parents why you had them and nobody else did, they said that was probably because your soulmate didn’t have a left arm, or there was a severe injury of another kind surrounding the whole area. But you’d never believed option number 2. You accepted that your soulmate was handicapped, not that it altered your view even in the slightest.

As you grew older, and your friends started to put together why you had flowers on your shoulder. They’d look at you in pity, often consoling you even when you didn’t ask. You’d roll your eyes at that and shrug them off. You didn’t care if your soulmate didn’t have an arm. It didn’t make you love them any less. They were your soulmate, and despite never meeting them, you were head over heels in love with them.

The advantage to your particular situation was the ease with which you could find your soulmate. Not a lot of people walked around with no left arm. And not a lot had an entire sleeve of flowers either. So both you and him would be extremely noticeable people. You knew you would never miss him even in a crowd, he would stand out instantly, just as you would.

Now all that remained was to find him. You would look, and you would wait, until you found him. Until you had him in your arms, and felt at home with his heart beat against your chest.

Your heels made click click click noises as you walked through the marketplace, looking at your GPS. Your cab had dropped you off at the main road, and you had to navigate through some tight areas to a run down apartment complex, soon to be your home for the next three years. The air in Bucharest was cool and light, brushing against your collar and making you bury your head further into your coat. You had to put up with a foreign language and a foreign country for the coming three years but you didn’t mind. It was a great opportunity to learn from one of the most capable doctors in the world. Working for him was a privilege you couldn’t pass up.

So when you had found out about the job offer, you had jumped at the chance. New York was starting to become suffocating for you, as you watched your friends meet their soulmates, get married and have kids. You were almost at thirty and no closer to meeting yours, and you wanted to get away. Escape. Bury yourself in your career so you could forget the fact that you were still alone.

You hadn’t been practicing medicine long, and most of your earnings had been spent paying off student loans, hence the state of your apartment when you kicked the door open. It had been stuck despite being unlocked and you huffed. You couldn’t afford a better place. This was the best you could get in your rent range. It was going to be a long stay.

You pulled out more comfortable clothes to change into from your little hand-carry. The moving guys had just dumped all your things in a heap. You had to start unpacking if you wanted to be done by nighttime.

This was not going to work.

You collapsed next to the bed, breathing hard and sweating profusely. The moving guys had been nice enough to assemble the bed for you. But the idiots did it in the middle of the room instead of near the wall, where a bed should be. You wanted to scream. It wouldn’t move under your force at all. You’d been at it for the past twenty minutes and all it had done was skid slightly to the right. Dawn was fast approaching and you wanted all this done by the end of the day. That didn’t seem like a possibility now.

You gave up then, standing up, throwing on a coat and walking out of your apartment into the entryway to take a breather, looking at the stairs in thought.

Maybe you should get someone from downstairs? But as far as your interaction went, people here weren’t very warm to strangers. You highly doubted someone would leave what they were doing to come and help you. You dismissed that option quickly.

You were just wondering what to do when heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, jolting you from your thoughts. A rough looking man with a baseball cap covering his long hair appeared in your sights, shuffling up the stairs to your floor. You took a deep breath as he reached your floor. He briefly glanced at you before continuing on, towards the stairs that moved to the floor above.

“Um, excuse me?” He stopped to look at you, one step on the stair and one on the floor.

“Yes?” You mentally thanked all the gods above that he spoke English. You knew sufficient Romanian, but speaking English made you feel more comfortable.

“Hi. I’m sorry for stopping you. I just moved in and I need a little help pushing my bed against the wall. It won’t take more than five minutes of you could just…?” You gestured behind you at the open door.

The strange seemed to mull it over, shifting on his feet. Finally, he nodded and walked past you into your apartment, you following him. You pulled off your coat, not being able to stand the humidity in the room, and pointed at the the large bed standing in the center of the room.

“I just need it against that wall over there,” you moved towards the bed. “Hold on, I’ll help you.”

“No, it’s okay. I can do it.” His voice was soft, no trace of an accent, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re American?” The man seemed to stiffen before nodding slowly, not looking at you as he pushed the bed. It squeaked against the marble but slid a good two feet from the force. You stepped back. Guess he didn’t need your help after all.

You watched him work for a few seconds, arms flexing under his tight jacket. It occurred to you just how handsome this man was. His stubble did wonders for his bone structure, and his hair suited him nicely. You shifted a little, something about this man was extremely intriguing, but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

It helped that he was built like a brick shithouse.

“I’m American too.” You chirped. “Which floor are you on?”

He took a few moments to respond, still pushing the bed. “Seven.”

You grinned. “One floor above me, then. That’s great! I’m Y/N, by the way. What’s your name?”

He was silent again, and you felt that maybe he didn’t want to be friends. You were about to take your words back when he spoke. “James.”

“Well it’s nice meeting you, James.” You said as he straightened up, job done. “And thanks for this. I was at it for really long and it barely moved.”

He nodded again before turning to you, pausing as he looked at you. His eyes caught the flowers on your left arm, and you saw him noticeably stiffen at the sight. His eyes stayed on the flowers, body stiff as a board. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“James, are you okay? It’s a bit much, I know.” You gestured to it. “But I’m used to it by now.”

He didn’t say a word more, nodding and walking out of the apartment. You followed him to the door.

“Thanks again, James. I’ll see you around?”

He nodded slightly hesitant, but didn’t say anything as he moved to climb the stairs. You shut the door behind you and sighed.

Maybe he just wasn’t a people person. Or maybe you made a really, really bad impression. But there was something about James, and something about the look in his eyes when he saw your arm….

You sighed, back still against the door. James made you feel strange, made your chest tighten and heart race. Something made you want to see him again.

But you were not sure he ever wanted to see you.

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Credit to the owner of the pics.

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A/N: Oof I hope you guys like this one..so feedback will be much appreciated! If you wish to be added to the tag list, you can reply to the post or DM me. (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N

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