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I Put a Spell on You (V)

Prompt: The flowers in the garden are the woman’s most prized possessions - for good reason.

Summary: Y/N owns a magical garden in the quiet woods of Southern France. There, she tends to her flowers- the things that keep her safe, that give her purpose. No wonder they’re her prized possession, but will her wellbeing be threatened when the deceiving Unseelie Fae set their eyes on her?

Warnings: angst, but a sweet ending

Pairing: Bucky x Witch!Reader

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A/N: Eeeeeeeee last part!!!! Thank you all so SO MUCH for reading and enjoying and commenting and reblobbing. I love you all. :) Special thanks to @rotisserierogers for making a kickass writing fest that helped me get excited for the season (even though it’s 90 DEGREES OUT WHERE I LIVE. WHERE ARE THE CRISP BREEZES. THE LEAVES CHANGING. I DESERVE THESE THINGS I LIVE IN THE MIDWEST, THIS IS ALL WE GET.)

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Two years go by and you are finally settled in your new quaint home in a quiet forest near the southern border of Sweden. Your flowers always come first as you water them the second you wake up. You drink coffee now, because it’s been the only thing that reminds you of your cottage back in France. Your leaky faucets never stay leaky for long, and with absolutely no faeries in the area, you were safe to go into town and move around whenever you liked. You were much more fulfilled here, but you couldn’t ignore the gaping hole in your heart- the one that stayed because of the utter lack of closure with the man you once loved- the one you still love. He left you, calling you the “master of his heart.” 

Was the attraction, the intimacy, was it all a setup? Could the fae really create such a strong illusion? The rational part of you knew the answer to that question was yes, of course. But the hopeful side wished to see him just one last time, one last good look at him before you spent another millenia alone. 

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Garden Dancing ( pt. 1?)

Ah so this is my first fic EVER. It’s some elriel since this fandom definitly needs more of it! I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and stuff. Give me some feedback on how I can get better! So here goes, please enjoy! And go easy on me😅

Also if ya guys like it I can do more parts ✨

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Autum was on the brink in the night court. The leaves were painted vibrant colors and crisp breezes swept through the street. The street vendors stopped selling their usually ice creams and lemonade and opted to carmel apples and warm ciders or chocolates.

It was wonderful.

It had started when she had told Feyre one day that she wanted to be more independent. She had come to love her new found family immensely in the years after the war, but she sometimes felt she was coodled by them too much. She was strong, and fierce. She had proved as much in the war. It was time for her to take charge.

She hated to admit though… she was a bit nervous. What if something happened and she was alone or she needed help. She had never lived on her own or without one of her sisters always present, It’s silly though she thought, my family is mere streets away, and the people of velaris were rather kind. Someone might help her in a pinch. And if not she could- would handle it herself.

She just hoped nothing too extreme would happen.



With feyres help I had perchased a small town home near the market by the beach. The closets member of the circle to me was Azriel, but with his random missions and secrecy I wasn’t sure if he would be home much.

On the morning I moved in i was a ecstatic! I had so many decorating ideas! Flowers and mirrors and marble counters! It’s wonderful.

I took Feyre by the arm and we swept through the apartment. Throwing open the windows and peering through ever door.

“ Feyre isn’t it wonderful. Can’t you see it!” I said tugging yellow curtains out of a chest I brought with me.

“ Of course! I’m so happy for you. ” she came over and clasped my hands. Down in the street the bell rang 10 times. “ I have to go lovie, Rhys and I are having brunch. But I’ll be back around 7 for dinner.“

And then she was gone in a puff of smoke and shadows.

I could never grasp the winnowing ability myself.

For the rest of the day I was stringing yellow curtains and laying out grey and green rugs. Placing mugs in the cupboards. New lamp shades and shelves and laying out my lavender and white bedspread.

I never knew I’d like decoration so much. By the end of the day I was well on my way to being done.

When I looked out the window agin the moon was rising over the ocean. The night was filled with stars of every color. You could see the whole universe from here.

My feet carried me out the door and on to my front porch. I could look at them for ever. And never see the same picture twice.

I hadn’t noticed Azriel until I finally turned my eyes from the sky and met his piercing hazel ones.

I yelped and jumped back, knocking over a flower pot.

” Az what are you doing? Don’t sneak up on me like that!“ I hissed placing a hand over my rapidly beating heart.

” I was just - uh - I “ he looked flustered, which was an expression I very rarely saw on him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, it was then I noticed he carried a small wrapped box in his hands. I smiled up at him

” A gift?“ I was grinning now

” Yes “ He awkwardly shoved the box at me and clasped his hands behind his back.

” Thank you Azriel” I beamed up at him, heart studdering as the corner of his lip tugs upward. “ what’s the occasion?”

“ House warming ” he said with a flourish to the door and a small smile.

“ Well thank you, would you like a tour?” I said as I lead the way through the front door and into the house. I heard his near silent foot falls trail in behind me and allowed myself another small smile.

Its been 2 years since the war and we are all still healing at different rates. Nesta still won’t get near a tub. I can’t eat red meat at all because of the blood. Cassian gets extremely agitated if there is ash in the fire place or lots of dust anywhere. I’m not sure to what lengths Feyre and Rhysand are tramatized. I didn’t see everything they saw. Az is as calm and stoic as ever. Never showing emotion. Or feeling.

“ You are frowning.” Az voice floated up next to me pulling me out of my ravine. My arms were wrapped tightly around me in a hug. I get lost in thought a lot like that. Some people call me distracted and dazed.

“ Sorry ” I murmer and try to turn away but his hand finds my elbow and stops me

“ It’s ok ” he whispered in his deep voice.

I lead him through the living room and point out the little trinkets I have. like the owl sculpture made of wood I got from an artist in the rainbow. Or the colorful throw pillows. As we walk I notice the blue pearls I have under a glass lid on the self in the living room. My face burns as Az studies the three gems. Oh gods why did I put those out. I had brought them because they felt so formilure to me. And now I understand why. They match his siphons. He turns back to me with a nutral expression on his face, but his eyes are twinkling with Mischif

“ These are quite lovely ” he says

“ Thanks I uh just got them. Ok moving on”

I grab his arm and pull him up the stairs.

“ This is the upstairs ” I mumbled lamely. Gods, why.

Ever since Az had given me truthteller and his kind quiet friendship something has changed for me.

It was stupid, I’m no better than a school girl with a crush. But when he comes around I just get flustered and fidgety. But once that passes we slip into our current dynamic. Comfortable silence, quiet chatter, working side by side on a project, eating lunch. It’s just a nice friendship.

Friendship… or could it be more.

No, I think as I glance at him while he studies one of the paintings that Feyre made that I hung. It was of a cool calm lake in the forest she told me she visited. It couldn’t ever be anything more. He may not love Mor anymore but I highly doubt he could love me.

People call me crazy… delusional. Especially the people of the court if night mares. I can’t help the visions. So I shouldn’t be judge by them.

Az had finished studying the painting and he turned back to me, studying me with a calculated gaze. I gave him a small smile, hoping that he would understand. I don’t want to talk about it.

I wandered over to my bed and flicked the light on.

“ Should I open it now?” I asked him while pulling the gift into my lap and folding my legs under me

“ If you want to” He said down a respectable distance from me.

The wrapping was crisp and precise and white with a blue bow

“ Aw Az did you wrap this?” I grinned up at him. He’s so much taller than me even sitting down.

“ Yes..” He sighed with a small smile on his lips and a hand tuning through his fluffy hair.

“ It’s lovely ”

I pulled the bow loose and tire back the paper. Inside was a small brown crate with 6 small succulents in little black pots.

“ Oh my gods Azriel. These are so cute! Thank you ” I jump up and start placing them immediately. One on my night stand. One on the window sill. Another on my dresser. I’m dancing around the room in a flurry while Azriel watches from the bed with an amused small smile.

“ What are you laughing at? ” I quip at him.

“ Oh nothing just you dancing about over suculents ”

“ Oh ha ha Mr. Shadow singer, you’re telling me you wouldn’t dance around a training mat over a new pair of knives?” I giggle as he rises and takes me by the elbow leading me for the stairs.

“ No. I would honor the knives by beating who ever is on the mat with me” He was grinning now too.

“ I’m calling your bluff” I said turning back to him with a laugh. We were so close now out chest we’re almost pressed to gether.

“ Oh?” He let out a low chuckle

“ I bet you would do a dance for a new set of blades ”

“ Not likely sunshine ”

Sunshine… he’s never called me that before. The air between us grew tight and electrical. His eyes bore into mine. Deep and endless and sworling between green and brown with a hint of blue. It was like looking at the earth in his eyes.

Was he leaning closer to me? Was I to him. Like two magnets wanting to cling together. He places his hand gingerly on my waist at a respectful place. Always respectful. Always king and gentle. Always himself

And there in the quiet, candle lit hallway, with Azriels hand on my waist pulling me ever so impossibly closer

Close enough for a kiss.

A banging at the door tore the moment apart. I sprung away from him as if caught in the act of stealing. He looked away, cheeks tinged pink and bashful. Gods he is adorable.

“ I should uh ”

“ Yea ”

I scurried down the stairs quickly and threw open the door

“ Feyre!” I speaked too loudly “ what are you doing here?”

“ You promised me dinner remember” she said with a wink. I was still blocking the door way which made her eye me suspiciously.

“ What were you doing?..” she narrowed her eyes at me slightly and cocked her head, taking a sniff at me.

Oh no. I pushed her out of the door way and slammed it shut just as her eyes widened.

“ Is Az here?” She was grinning wickedly now “ all alone with you in your new house? How scandalous my dear sister” she quipped in a sultury voice.

“ No no no it’s not like that. We were just talking. And plus it’s none of your business’s what we do behind closed doors”

“ I’d assume each other but that’s none of my business” She winked and stuck her tongue out at me. Gods my face is no fire now. As she suntered off she called over her shoulder. “ don’t stay up too late you crazy kids!”

I growled at that under my breath and slipped back inside. AZ was now lounging on the white sofa with his hands tucked behind his head.

“ Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that ”. Of course he had, the deaf could here the conversation with how Lyons Feyre was talking.

“ I didn’t hear anything Elain ”

He was lying. I doubt anyone in the world could ever tell if the spy master of the night court was lying. He told me that he has only lied to Rhys and cassian when absolutely nesissary. Which hasn’t been often. But some how I always knew when he lied. I think this may be the second time he’s lied to me. And both times have been to save me from mortification.

It didn’t help though. I was still mortified. I placed my hand over my burning face.

“ Gods. I’m so embar-

” Would you like to have dinner with me?“

” What..“

He was sitting up straight now staring at me.

” I … yes, that would be great, yes"

“ Great ” we sat there grinning at each other for a moment before I fumbled to reach for my cloak and pulled it on. He opened the door for me and we were off into the night of velaris.

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mayor: Era
town: Dik
dream address: 4D00-0065-1DAD (love that da)
thoughts: (i visited a couple weeks ago and am only posting now so in case things are different, here’s how it was for me!) THESE PATHS ARE SUPER CUTE AND MAGICAL!!! it’s so colorful and pleasing :> the placement of everything is really fresh and crisp… as the lovely perfect peaches. my favorite part though? falling into the pitfall

patterns: y/n/? idr if i saw wendell ;v;

If you had to choose between muffins, cookies, crackers, crisps, or just a good time inside of a boat, which one would you choose? My favorite part of watching The Late Late Show with James Cordon is the question Reggie asks the guests at the end and this one made me die laughing. So? Which would you choose? I’m Natalia and there’s nothing I’d choose over a good time in a boat.

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Fall Tag

Tagged by: @bvkspine

1. It’s fall, the air is crisp and clear. Share a book with a vivid setting!

(Dragon Rider by Corneila Funke.)

2. Nature is beautiful, but also dying. Share a book that deals with a heavy topic like loss and grief.

(History is All you Left Me by Adam Silvera)

3. Fall is back to school season. Share a non fiction book that taught you something new.

(I contain Multitudes by Ed Yong)

4. In order to keep warm, it’s good to spend time with people we love. Share a fictional family/group that you’d like to be a part of.

(The fucking weasleys, man. I love them.)

5. The colorful leaves are piling up on the ground. Show us a pile full of fall colored spines!


(I’m not a photographer)

6. Fall is the perfect time for some story telling by the fireside. Share a book where someone tells a story.

(Confessions of a Murder Suspect)

7. The nights are getting darker. Share a dark, creepy read.

(The Boy on the Bridge by M. R. Carey)

8. The days are getting colder. Share a short, heartwarming read that could warm up someone’s cold and rainy day.

(You’re Welcome Universe by Whitney Gardner)

9. Fall returns every year. Name an old favorite that you’d like to return to soon.

(Ranger’s Apprentice by John Flanagan. Ohhh the nostalgia)

10. Fall is the time for cozy reading. Share some of your favorite cozy reading accessories!

  • A comfy chair.
  • A cup of hot coffee.
  • A fan for background noise.

11. Tag some people and spread the autumn appreciation!

@fenric25 @atlas-prime @unspectacular-but-always-human @theblacksmudge

!!!!! Feel free to ignore the fuck out of this !!!!!

Christmas Shopping

Niall: He couldn’t believe he finally got to show you Mullingar at Christmas. He’d spent hours describing how the tiny town looked, but nothing did it justice. His hand was linked in yours as you looked at the tiny town dressed in snow, lights and wreaths. Each shop had a table outside with some merchandise on it. The street fair was a tradition each year and finally, Niall got to experience it with his best girl. He was content to lazily stroll alone with you, looking at all the knick knacks and items out for sale. Maura was a few feet ahead, talking to a friend of hers. “Oh! Mrs. Horan!” You looked to your right and saw a woman waving at you in earnest. You were about to call for Maura when the woman interrupted you. “You! Mrs Horan!” You looked over at Niall, who was kicking the snow at his feet, a grin on his face. “I’m not Mrs. Horan,” you said, cheeks hot enough to melt the snow beneath you. This was mortifying. Of course you and Niall had talked about marriage but to be mistaken as his wife…well. The woman tsked and waved her hand. “Are ye not our little Niall’s wife?” She asked, eyes flicking between the two of you. “No,” you squeaked out. Niall laughed and pulled you into his chest and kissed your temple. “She will be soon,” he assured her. She seemed satisfied but before she walked away, she drew you close. “I’d watch you. I think you’re getting a ring for Christmas!” You blushed again and walked off with Niall. To be called Mrs.Horan made your heart stop in your chest and Niall felt much the same way. He couldn’t wait to give you his last name, his life, his home and most of all, his heart.

Louis: “I can’t do it anymore,” he said pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. “If I have to go into one more store I’m going to explode.” You felt exactly the same way. Somehow, you and Louis had lost track of time and had waited four days before Christmas to do your shopping. The malls were packed and everywhere you turned, someone was bumping into you. Louis had been wrapped around you like a shield, taking most of the bumps and shoves and he was in an awful mood because of it. “We need a break,” he looked around the mall and grinned. “C’mon,” you let him pull you through the throng of people, expertly navigating his way through the little holes that opened up. You saw Santa ahead of you, his loud laugh echoing off the walls. “What are we doing?” You asked as Louis paid the woman. He smiled and tugged you inside the ‘north pole’. “Getting a picture with Santa, what’s it look like?” Louis was spontaneous, so it shouldn’t have surprised you this would be what he wanted to do. “It can be our Christmas card.” You sat on Santas knee and smiled, picturing the image of your whole family opening the card and laughing. “Have you both been good this year?” Santa asked you. Louis snickered and said, “we’ve been utterly naughty haven’t we, love?” Your cheeks flushed as you remembered last night in bed and Santa just laughed. “And just think, we can do this every year. Make it our own tradition till we’re older and grayer than Santa himself!” He took your hand and collected the pictures, a happy smile on his face. “You want that many Christmases with me?” You asked, truly touched. “No baby, I want a whole life with you.”

Liam: Liam was having the time of his life. He had you on his arm, crisp winter air on his face and tons of bags in his hand. He loved Christmas, and to spend some of it in New York was wonderful. He was flying back to Wolverhampton in two days time, so he could be home for Christmas. But he couldn’t not spend some of this holiday with you. After all, you were the girl he loved, his best friend and his partner in crime. The love part though, well that was still a secret. He hadn’t gotten up the courage to tell you yet, no matter how hard he tried. “What about your mom?” You asked, reading over his checklist. You’d been such a trooper, shopping with him all day. It was close to five now, which meant you’d been walking since 11 am and he was feeling the exhaustion. But you, you never complained and that amazed him. He sighed and looked over your shoulder. “I think she wanted a sweater?” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Okay, let’s head to-Oh Liam, look!” You pointed to Tiffany’s, all lit up and adorned with white pictures. You pressed your nose to the showcase glass, the diamond heart necklace beaming out at you. “It’s so pretty,” he looked from the necklace and your face, the wheels in his brain turning. With a sigh you pushed off, leading him into a store for his mom. That necklace was more than five months of your salary and then some, you could never afford that. “Be right back, gunna use the bathroom.” You shrugged and kept searching as Liam dashed back to Tiffany’s and bought the necklace. Later, when your shopping was done and he handed you the box, you gasped. “I couldn’t leave for England,” he said slowly, his thumb on your cheek, “without giving you my heart.”

Zayn: “Li, are you sure?” He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and looked back into the jewelry case. “Mate, she’s gunna love it.” He promised, his hand on his back. The saleswoman had been so patient and so helpful as Zayn struggled to find the perfect ring. He didn’t think it would have been this difficult. But there were different sizes, different cuts, different bands. It made Zayn’s head spin. He just wanted something simple and flawless that would look perfect on your hand. “This is exhausting,” he muttered, his hand scrubbing over his face. He didn’t even know how he was going to do it yet. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t even get a ring. He just wanted to tell you the words in his heart and whisk you off to a justice of the peace and make it official. Zayn didn’t want all that extra stuff, he just wanted you. ”I’m telling ya, this is the ring!” Liam was adamant about his selection, saying it was the most perfect ring Zayn could get. He had to give it to Liam, it was beautiful. Silver band, two tiny diamonds flanking the enormous one in the center. It wasn’t gawdy by any means, it was perfect. He could see it resting on your hand and the look in your eye when you’d open the box. “I think- yeah, I think this is it.” Zayn said slowly, the diamonds catching and throwing the light. Liam and the saleswoman high-fived in excitement and Zayn finally smiled for the first time all day. She took the box back to get wrapped and the nerves sunk in. It was Christmas Eve and Zayn had a very special gift for you at midnight. He could only hope now that you would say yes, and that his mouth would do justice to all the things his heart felt.

Harry: Lux was going to scream her little baby head off this year, thanks to you and Harry. The toy store was like nothing you’d ever seen and Harry led the way confidently. “What does a little girl want?” He asked himself. “Dolls, play make-up, jewelry,” You shrugged and picked the Barbie up off the shelf giving it a once over. “Try to avoid small pieces. You don’t want her to choke.” Harry blinked, he hadn’t even thought of that. “You’re gunna be such a good mom,” he said softly, his hand giving yours a squeeze. “Why? Because I know not to give infants small toys?” You teased, tugging him up the isle. There was nothing but pink here and Harry wanted to cringe from the brightness. “Because you just understand, you’re patient, kind, you’re smart and you’re loving. I feel good knowing you’ll keep my head on straight when we have kids.” You froze in the middle of the isle, your eyes swinging to his. “Kids?” You asked, cheeks flushing. Harry grinned and backed you into the shelf, his hands on your hips. “Absolutely. I know everything’s crazy now with the tour and stuff, but I want a whole family with you.” You smiled a little, your hands tugging on his curls. “You’ll be a good dad, Harry,” you said softly. He gave you a quick peck on the lips and let you go. “We’ll be good parents. We make a good team,” he winked at you and continued on in his search. “Look! Baking Barbie!” He said in excitement, pulling the doll to his chest. You could see him on the floor with Lux, that Barbie in his hand as he played with her, his voice high and squeaky to make her laugh. “What do you think?” He asked, his green eyes bright. “I think I can’t wait to have a family with you.” He smiled and took your hand, his future right next to him.