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
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.)
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.