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jgracie · 21 days

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APRIL SHOWERS BRING MAY FLOWERS

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❝ Hiii how are you?I love your blog,can i please request Leo x fem!reader where she is a daughter of Demeter(no one writes for my mother😭)and she gives him flowers?Like it’s the first time that someone gives him flowers and he so in love with reader?Thank you so much and have a great day🌸🌸🌸 ❞ — anon

in which honeysuckles, orange blossoms and white carnations barely scratch the surface of your love for leo

pairing leo valdez x demeter!reader

warnings none:)

an the demeter cabin has their own personal garden in this. they have one in any of my fics mentioning actually just because i said so LOL also i lowkey hate this idk why sorry in advance

Ever since you were young, you’ve loved the transition between April and May. Days spent indoors as you yearned for a moment in your mother’s domain, the heavy rain reflecting your mood and dampening your spirits, turned into ones where you’d devote your time to harvesting crops and admiring the beautiful flowers, carefully snipping them as different combinations for bouquets flooded your mind

You should be happy right now, since it’s the first week of May. Flowers have begun to bloom and blossom all around you, and your siblings organised a spring festival in celebration. You love everything about spring. However, there was someone you loved more

You and Leo only started dating a few months ago, after about a year of pining, and at first your relationship couldn’t be better. Leo’s so, very sweet and incredibly doting, always checking on you and making gadgets to help with your gardening before you even thought about needing them. However, recently, you couldn’t help but notice how you saw him less and less

In the beginning, he just wouldn’t show up for breakfast, or show up late on the days he did grace you with his presence, and you didn’t think much of it, knowing how busy he tended to get with his machinery. As time progressed, he started skipping dinner too, and capture the flag, and then you stopped seeing him altogether

You thought leaving him alone would fix it - not wanting to come off as overbearing - but now you began to wonder about what this meant for your relationship. Was he doing it on purpose so he could see you less? Had you done something wrong to make him feel this way? Sure, you teased him from time to time, but that was very minimal, and you always made sure he was aware you didn’t mean any harm

Whatever you did, you wanted to set things right. So, in the first week of May, instead of preparing for the spring festival with your brothers and sisters, you made Leo a gift. You weren’t going to force him to forgive you, of course, but the idea of hurting him was really weighing on your heart so you decided to show him you loved him in the best way you knew: flowers. You walked around the gardens outside your cabin, delicately picking out the flowers you were going to put in your bouquet for Leo. Once you’d done that, you picked some fresh fruits for him, hoping he was sustaining himself well

You waded through the forest with a basket of fruits in one hand and a bouquet wrapped with the best tulle and ribbons your cabin could offer in the other. Your heart was just about ready to beat out of your chest, partially due to excitement, partially due to worry

Once you got to Leo’s humble abode (because we all know this boy probs sleeps there more than he sleeps in his cabin don’t play w me rn), you took a deep breath, then knocked on the door

“Come in!” Leo yelled. Carefully, you opened the door and made your way inside, your nose scrunching at the smell of gasoline and Gods know what else. Leo’s back was facing you, but just seeing the mop of curls on his head made your heart flutter. You really missed your boyfriend

“Hey Leo,” you greeted him, absentmindedly playing with the vines that were beginning to grow out of your head - a sign of your nervousness. At the sound of your voice, Leo smiled and decided to finally take a break from all the tinkering he was doing. The vines that tangled with your hair slowly began to disappear as you took in his expression

He patted his lap, and you went to sit there without any hesitation, your body desperately craving his touch. Leo nuzzled into the crook of your neck, taking in the smell of fresh flowers that clung to you, “missed you, amor,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling awfully sleepy. You ran your fingers through his curls, detangling them as you wallowed in the silence that hung between you

“I missed you too,” you said after a little bit, unable to stay quiet anymore, “I’m glad you’re not mad at me.”

At the last bit, Leo looked up, his brows knitted together in clear confusion, “why would I be mad at you? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The vines started growing again, “well… I rarely ever see you anymore, you’re always here. I thought maybe you did that on purpose because you didn’t wanna see me,” instantly, Leo knew he messed up. He was so busy spending time with his machines that he forgot about you - his lovely, sweet forest fairy

Tenderly rubbing your arm, Leo said, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, baby. I could never be mad at you, really! You could blow up this whole place and I still wouldn’t be mad,” he got quiet around the end, distractedly fiddling with your fingers

You pulled your hands away from his and cradled his face, taking his appearance in. He was still your Leo, but you could tell he was exhausted. Bags hung under his sleepy eyes, making you want nothing more than to take him to bed, to tell him that it’s okay to take a break and that no one was going to get upset at him if he took a second to think about himself

At that moment, with your palms on his face and your soul in his heart, you remembered the gift you’d prepared for him, which you’d left on a nearby table earlier. Hopping off of Leo’s lap (and startling him in the process), you picked up the bouquet and basket and presented them to him

“I got you these! Fresh from our gardens,” maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in a while, or the fact that your shy smile seemed to be blinding him, or the fact that no one had ever thought of getting him a bouquet of flowers before, but as Leo took your presents in, he felt tears prick his eyes

You, being the observant, kind-hearted girl you are, noticed this, “hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, making your way over to him and handing him his gift, which he gratefully accepted and took a second to admire as he blinked his tears away. Leo has always been in love with you, but at that moment, his heart was about to burst with it all. He couldn’t believe he willingly cooped himself up in bunker nine, knowing full well who awaited him outside of it - his daylight

“Nothing’s wrong, amor, I just really really missed you, and I don’t think anyone’s ever even thought of getting me a pretty bouquet of flowers, let alone gone through with it,” at this, you felt your heart break. You knew of the struggles Leo went through, having been a shoulder for him to lean on when he thought he was stuck being an extra wheel forever: always the best man, never the groom, but hearing him voice these thoughts made it even worse

“Well… you deserve them. You're the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for, Leo, don’t doubt that for a single second,” you said, an unwavering confidence in your voice

After that day, Leo always kept a flower in bunker nine, right in front of where he worked, so you’d always be with him. He also invested in a clock so he’d actually be able to tell when one day ended and the other began, never wanting to leave you by your lonesome again

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breelandwalker · 1 year

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Pink Moon - April 6 2023

Prepare for the blooming season and make sure you take those allergy meds - it's time for the Pink Moon!

Pink Moon

Named for the appearance of spring flowers, in particular the early springtide ground phlox, the Pink Moon often coincides with the first bloom of the season, with trees and fields in flower and a profusion of color returning to the world after the long bleak greyness of winter. Despite the name, the moon itself does not turn pink to match.

The April full moon is also sometimes known as the Paschal Moon, being the first full moon after the spring equinox. The Christian Easter holiday, which has a floating date, occurs on the first Sunday after the Paschal Moon. Alternate European names for the Pink Moon include Egg Moon and Budding Moon, and some modern pagan traditions call it the Awakening Moon. Indigenous names for this moon include Breaking Ice Moon (Algonquin), Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs (Tlingit), Moon When The Ducks Come Back (Lakota), Planting Moon (Tunica), and Frog Moon (Cree).

Farmer's Proverb: A full Moon in April brings frost. If the full Moon rises pale, expect rain.

What Does It Mean For Witches?

The Pink Moon is a time for reconnecting with yourself and the world around you. The world is giving a good yawn and stretch after a long winter's sleep and so can we! Get outside if you can and get some fresh air. Explore your area, especially if there's something or someplace new you've been meaning to try. Revisit old haunts and discover what's changed since the last time you were out and about.

Take a moment to assess your current goals and mark your progress. Celebrate your growth and learn from your setbacks. Assess your boundaries as well. Are you making enough time for yourself? Are you letting things or tasks or people intrude where they shouldn't? Is there anywhere that you should be standing firm but aren't? Balance dedication to your work with playtime and relaxation. Remember that you are not required to set yourself on fire to keep others warm. Take time to care for your own needs and address those "I'm Sure It's Nothing" health concerns you've been putting off.

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

By the time the Pink Moon comes around, there's either one more cold spell working its' way through or the first true warmth of spring beginning to appear. If the temperatures are rising to sunny pleasantry in your area, it's the perfect time to start planting your garden.

Whether you have a few pots on a patio or a fully-planned plot or just some well-beloved houseplants, get your fingers into the dirt and transfer those seeds and sprouts to a nice fertile home. You can work various kinds of magic as you do, for growth, fertility, prosperity, tenacity, resilience, protection, whatever seems needful. If you grow your own plants for your magical practice, you can also bless them for their intended purposes. If you don't garden (and not all of us do), you can grab your field guide and pruning scissors and go foraging.

For a fun and easy full-moon spell, set out some gallon jugs of potable water to make Pink Moon Water. This will be excellent for watering your garden...and yourself! (Rainwater isn't safe to drink these days, and water collected from wild sources is dicey even if you boil it, but drinking water works just fine.) You can also cast spells for creativity, change, fertility, happiness, adaptability, and growth. Use whatever methods resonate with you and remember that the most important component of any spell is the witch who casts it.

The earth is blooming, so let's bloom with it!

Happy Pink Moon, witches! 🌕🌸

Further Reading:

Pink Moon: The Fascinating Full Moon of April 2023, The Peculiar Brunette

Pink Moon: Full Moon for April 2023, The Old Farmer's Almanac

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison

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scorchieart · 1 year

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Happy, Wholesome Yves Headcanons

Because my week was full of baking sweets and pretty pink flowers, you all deserve some wholesome Evie vibes as well 🌸🌸🌸

Ask any prince to rank his favorite brothers and Yves will consistently appear in the top 3.

Tell Yves this and he’ll turn pinker than his freshly-baked peach berry pie.

Yves started a personal vegetable garden in the palace when he was first learning to cook so that he could have extra ingredients in case his recipes flop. They rarely flop. So he distributes most of his crop among families in his territory.

The palace cats patrol the garden and scare off thieving vermin.

Once, Licht couldn’t attend Yves’s tea party because of a conflict with his training schedule, so Nokto stepped in pretending to be him. Yves immediately figured out the switch, but didn’t mention anything.

Whenever any of the princes falls ill, Yves makes his specialty chicken soup and personally delivers it. His faction members have his nagging “I’m not leaving until you finish the entire bowl!” speech memorized, but Yves typically leaves the tray with a get-well letter and a knock at Chevalier and Clavis’s doors.

Whenever Yves falls ill, Sariel and Licht take turns standing guard at his door to make sure no undesirable pranksters decide to strike.

There are never any incidents. But the others pitch in to make or purchase Yves’s favorite sweets and stop by to check on him.

When Luke first arrived at the palace, Yves hoped to impress him with homemade honey treats. It only took two days to win him over completely. Two more days and the town was entirely out of honey.

Even though he isn’t a fan of the cold, Yves never misses the first snowfall of the season. He curls up by the window with a thick blanket, a large pot of tea, and a warm crumble cake and watches children pulling their parents into the streets to play in the fresh snow.

Growing up, Yves used to give apprentice and trainee cooks and tailors advice discretely from behind curtains and columns. Nowadays, artists and specialists travel from across the continent to seek guidance and approval at the hand of the fifth prince.

Requests from these visitors became so numerous that Yves fell behind on his official duties. To control demand, the first of May was designated a national festival for anyone to display their talents, from cooking and fashion to art and music, and Yves would spend the day meeting with each participant and giving reviews and feedback.

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simpforchuchu · 8 months

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Me again!! Since your requests are open I thought I’d request for high & low like we talked about before. In my dream I dreamt that I was a foreign transfer student to whatever city SWORD takes place in. I can’t remember if it was a boarding school or not but there was a lot of foreign girls with me. Anyway I’m pretty sure the school was having a back to school dance and I got to meet the oya boys while I was there!! I’ll admit my dream was very fujio focused but what do you think would happen if our main oya boys met their dream girl at that mixer everyone was so excited for at the end of high & low cross? It was so fun and romantic the dj was playing all these great hits from when I was in high school so we were dancing and they were asking all these great questions like what was it like back home and all that and I might’ve been watching Romeo + Juliet before I went to bed so it was very romantic at times 😅😅😊😊 sorry this got long it was just such a good dream

How would Oya Boys be at a School Prom ? Hcs

a/n: Hi! It’s been a while, sorry 🙏🏻It is really a cute dream, I’m jealous :D Thank you for your request andI hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Fujio

* We all know that Fujio is quite cheerful and very lively.

* And too talkative…

* Even though he doesn't give off a Casanova vibe, I think he's good at talking to girls and is flirty.

* He'll probably have his eye on one of the most beautiful girls in school and approach her with an expression that he thinks is sweet but cool.

* Small talk, a few jokes and giggles

* I think he is a romantic and quite sweet person, I feel that he will care about the girl he is dancing with, will pay attention to his steps and will continue to make little jokes without taking his eyes off her so that she does not get bored.

* I think he is also good at energetic ones after the romantic dance, he will hold her hand and drag her to the middle of the dance floor with excitement and make sure she has a wonderful evening.

* I'm sure he’ll walk home with him after prom

Todoroki

* I don't think he was ever interested in prom, he was forced here and he's nervous.

* As much as Tsuji and Shibaman want him to have fun like them, they know that loud music and this activity is not for him.

* Still, here he is with a pretty stylish suit and a good look.

* Even though there are girls who want to approach him, he will feel uncomfortable and go out to the garden for a while. A very beautiful girl who comes out to get fresh air in the garden like him will greet him with a smile when she sees him and this will be the beginning of everything.

* The two are quite similar. A young girl with good grades, the student council president, and a very smart delinquent... There couldn't be a better couple, right?

* They didn't like being here for a while and after small talk they realized they weren't bothered by each other's presence.

* They chatted in the garden until the end of the night. When the weather got cooler, Todoroki took off his jacket and placed it on the young girl's shoulders.

* When it was time to go, he asked hesitantly. “You still don't want to leave without dancing, do you?”

* They danced silently in the garden, smiling at each other with a sweet murmur. Todoroki couldn't remember his heart being filled with such a sweet feeling in a long time.

* And he certainly didn't know about the stupid grins of Tsuji and Shibaman watching from afar…

Yasushi

* He's neither a Casanova nor a flirty, he's just Yasushi.

* He didn't look forward to being here, but he doesn't regret coming.

* When he got tired of Kiyoshi's efforts to talk to the girls, he walked to the counter to get some more drinks and started pouring them into his glass.

* Another person was standing next to the counter, bored with the atmosphere. After watching Yasushi for a while, she approached him with a smile.

* “Do you want to get on people's nerves a little bit?”

* When Yasushi turned to the girl standing next to him in surprise, he smiled at her mischievous grin and walked with her to the booth where the music was playing.

* Although everyone was surprised when the romantic music suddenly turned into lively music, the duo laughed, high-fived and watched the surprised faces of the people on the dance floor.

* Yasushi didn't expect this girl full of surprises to suddenly hold his hand and lead him from the room to the dance floor, but he didn't complain.

* He was starting to have a lot of fun now :)

* He loved the young girl's energy, her smile and her cunning.

* When everyone saw them dancing madly and having fun in the middle of the dance floor, Yasushi only thought that this evening was not the last time he would see her...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 20 days

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Okay, okay... I had another au idea... It's a bit like the 🌺Lotus Eater AU, but... this would be its cousin au, kinda? Their themes match a bit, so do a few elements, but they're both stand-alone AUs?

I call this one... 🌸This Could Be Paradise🌙 (AU)...

A basic plot/premise for it would go something like this:

Reader wakes up on a strange (what they assume is an) island, but it's rather... big. It has fresh water almost in every water environment, it has plentiful fruits and vegetables and even prey animals, such as fish and chickens and cows... It's... quiet, though.

Then, one day, someone shows up.

(I'm going to say... Gambit... becausewe need a bit of comfort and so does he, after @][>)÷= @][>)÷=) (and he's a fun character, who's like a big brother/fun uncle)

And for once since they've been there, Reader feels hopeful and not wary, because this is someone they know, someone who is usually easy to talk to, and will likely have a plan to get off wherever they are.... Except he doesn't. He's acting... weird. According to him, he knows only his name and a few faces; otherwise, he doesn't remember anything besides waking up in a dark cavern on the island...

Reader is understandably freaked out.

Okay, the man with the plan doesn't remember much, if anything. So that leaves Reader as the idea person. Okay. They'll try to work with that.

Good news: The island isn't hostile and has plenty to eat and drink. There's no violent or crazy people so far. And if there IS a problem, they aren't currently running from it, so that's a plus. Does that make the situation good? ... No, not really. But it does make it better than 85% of most other insane situations they've been in. Bad news: They're (possibly?) alone on an unknown island. They haven't seen anyone else. And the only one of them who knows enough to remember they're in a weird, if not bad, situation, is Reader. Not the worst situation they've been in, again. But not ideal, either. So their plan?

They get to explore every inch of the island they're on, until something pops up that can help them.

It works.... albeit after three days of trying to explain Remy's life to him, with him mostly not believing Reader, or thinking they're very creative, but not remembering things correctly. They find a large, grandiose, very very odd... house? mansion? mall? city?... whatever it is. It's very big, it's spacious, and it's clean, from what they can tell. There are buildings within this one large one? Yet it doesn't make sense. (How can any of these places be here?) There are a few museums, galleries, aquariums, cafes... large rooms full of blankets and pillows and beddings... even things likes pools and gardens and balconies and whatever else one can imagine. Reader and Gambit, after going deeper inside the vast place, do find someone... It's one of their friends/teammates/mentors... (Reader is so glad that Gambit recognizes that mutant, because maybe now someone will think they aren't crazy)... Yeah. So, they do think Reader is the odd one out. According to them, they've been there the entire time, and they don't remember ever not being there...

Reader is rightfully scared now.

The two of them are invited to join the others, and while Gambit accepts, happy to see more of the people he remembers, Reader hesitates. They eventually accept, but keep their distance. Each step they take, every turn and new hall and new room, only makes them feel more on edge... They eventually meet with the others. For the most part, things seem okay on a surface level. But deeper? Most of them either don't remember anything before waking up in the buildings or cavern, or they simply change the subject... So Reader, while the others are distracted, slips away, going to find the root of the problem...

And somehow, they don't find anything.

The island is mostly empty, save for the animals and some diffent environments, but otherwise? There aren't any other buildings beside the... whatever the big one was. There aren't any other people there that Reader can tell. And they seem to be the only one who remembers... anything. No one seemed hurt. No one was unhappy. But... what the fr*ck is going on?

They find their answer when they eat a few odd flowers/fruits...

Their taste is sweet, saccharine... Their colors are appealing, inviting... Their scent is calming, heavy... But when Reader takes a bite...

It's like they can't remember a few things. And when they take another, smaller bite... those memories only blur further...

Suffice to say, they toss the flower/fruit as far from them as they can, and go to tell the others.

They do get to the building, navigating the complicated corridors and halls, and eventually find one of the adults. Reader explains everything, and the adult agrees with them, at the least saying it makes sense... only to then ask what's wrong with it. Leaving Reader confused and growing more nervous by each minute. The adult points out that they realize they are not from there, that they've known the entire time, but... do they really want to go back to where they used to be? What they remember, the few things not completely blurred out or wiped from their mind, depicts nightmares, hatred, fear, violence... So they ask Reader if that's what they remember too, and if so, are they really wanting to go back to that? To trade what is ultimately a safe haven, a paradise for all of them, for what sounds like H*ll?

Reader is quiet for a moment... and then they leave.

They're alone. None of their friends/family/teammates believe them, or they if they do, they're purposefully keeping quiet about the truth. Except... They get an idea. What if maybe the flowers/fruits act as a mind control/brainwashing thing as well? It's sweet as sugar, it smells like lavender and honey and chamomile, it's nice to look at... so what if it's purpose isn't just to make everyone's mind be wiped, but it was made or specialized to make them want to stay that way as well? ... It's gutsy, is what it is. And to find out, Reader is going to have to be very careful... There's one person who has been around them, and despite thinking they're odd, they'll likely go along with what Reader has planned: Remy...

Reader is careful, approaching him. They ask if he's willing to help them figure something out, to see if they're crazy or not... And they feel guilty when his eyes soften and he's trying to say they're not; yet Reader asks if he can let them explain... With a nod as their answer, they do: He and the others eat a sweet flower/fruit, and drink whatever juices or nectar come from it, right? Well... what would happen if they stopped eating it? Just for a while? Reader sighs in relief when Gambit agrees, then asks if they can keep it a secret until their test/game is over... which he agrees to, if only to cheer them up and calm them down...

Spending a week watching everyone and making sure their plan isn't found out is difficult. It's trying, especially when Reader is trying not to draw attention to themself or what they and Remy are doing... It's even harder when no matter what the conversation is about, Reader feels like they can't really say much because they know too much, and they'll be written off or considered more insane... Yet finally, (praise the heavens finally) five days have passed, and they can check on Remy... and they feel guilty, seeing how he seems nervous and fidgety for once. Because apparently they were right. It only takes a few pokes and prods at his memory for everything to come back, and Reader is soon trying to comfort him, because now he knows, too, and he isn't sure how to get them out. Somehow, after talking over what Reader's found, they devise a plan...

They need to leave. As soon as possible. If they can get someone else to follow them, then if they're too busy searching, then the two of them can try to drag them with them so they can make a rescue plan. Their one problem? Who to pick...

Whomever they choose, Reader is apologizing the entire way to them, all while Remy keeps trying to keep the peace between the three of them and keep them from running off. They have at most a week or two before they're caught, if they're lucky. Slowly, while they stay hidden and keep moving, the person they caught slowly feels the effects slipping away... And they slowly try to get Reader to confirm what is or isn't true, asking what their plan is...

And then during one night, it all goes south...

Remy wakes up to find their third member is missing, so he goes to find them, or at the least goes to see if they are on their side or not... Before he can find them, he's caught by a few of the adult platonic yans, who explain that they can't let them leave... Something saccharine and honey is forced into his mouth, and when's he's forced to swallow, his mind starts to blur around the edges... He tries to fight it, tries to fight them, but each movement sends him stumbling, to the point he's being held up... The last thing he hears before he blacks out is a soft apology, then everything fades to nothing...

Reader wakes up, possibly sensing the danger, and realizes they're alone. They carefully call out for Remy, then the other friend/teammate... And are met with cold, crushing silence. In a heartbeat they're up, staggering through the dark and hunting for any clues they can find... They stumble upon where Remy was caught, and a bit off is another area, showing signs of a struggle... and Reader realizes they truly are on their own now...

Reader goes to rescue them, able to enter and explore the behemoth building without any problem or kerfuffle... But everything in the building is so... quiet... Dark... A secret threat waiting to pounce... Reader manages to find a hall that smells of antiseptic and that thick, heavy scent of honey and nectar, and goes down it. They stumble into a lab area, soon finding Remy incapacitated, and Reader takes a step forward...

Only to hear a shift behind them, barely dodging just in time.

They weren't alone in the room. They'd been followed the whole time.

A few of the adults are there, and in the dim light of the shadows, Reader can almost swear their eyes glow a soft, faint pink. They say they need to stay still, and let themself be taken care of... That they've been feeling unwell, and that it's not necessary for them to hold on to the past, to the pain...

Reader runs, darting away from the hands that go to grab them. They're able to keep distance between themself and the others, carefully not to touch anything or slip... Yet when they notice one is missing...

Something heavy slams into them, holding them still, and the next thing they know something pricks them... A gentle feeling fills them, soft and sleepy and quiet, yet no matter how Reader tries to break free, they're soon limp, limbs heavy and head foggy, as they're carried to a medical table. Something... someone... says something, but it's faded before Reader registers what it is... Something wraps around their wrists, then their ankles... an object is placed against their face, forcing something sweet and thick into their senses... and slowly, everything fades...

(Reader wakes up awhile later, and are told they and Remy are going to be forced to forget what happened, their past, everything before waking up on the island... That it's for their own good, for everyone's good, and that they're only going to hurt themselves trying to escape. And for what? To go back to a world that hates them? That reviles them? A world that almost killed them? No... They'll be safer, healthier, happier, where they are. All they have to do is let themselves be taken care of, to let them get the medicine, that honeyed, nectary sweetness, back into their system, and everything will be okay... Just take calm, deep breaths, and let them handle everything, okay? They've got them... they're safe... Just take a deep breath... and relax...)

(Reader has a plan to escape, but... that is for part two...😉) (If you have questions about this AU, or the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU or 🖤Dark AU, feel free to ask them! I'm just not doing requests at the moment😊)

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magickkate · 2 months

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Hey witches! As nature awakens from its winter slumber and the days begin to lengthen, we come to Ostara, the spring equinox, a time of balance, renewal, and fertility.

Ostara, also known as the Spring Equinox or Eostre, is a pagan holiday celebrated around March 20th in the Northern Hemisphere (September 20th in the Southern Hemisphere). It marks the arrival of spring and the balance between light and darkness as day and night are of equal length.

The holiday is named after the Germanic goddess Ostara, who represents fertility, renewal, and the dawn. Many customs and symbols associated with Ostara are rooted in ancient pagan traditions and folklore. Some key aspects of Ostara celebrations include:

Celebrating the Equinox: Ostara marks the arrival of spring and the rebirth of life in the natural world. It's a time to celebrate the earth's renewal, the return of longer days, and the promise of new beginnings. Here are some ways to honor Ostara and celebrate the beauty and bounty of the season:

🌱 Planting Seeds:

Get your hands dirty and plant seeds in your garden or indoor pots to symbolize growth, abundance, and new life.

🥚 Decorating Eggs:

Embrace the ancient tradition of decorating eggs, a symbol of fertility and rebirth. Paint, dye, or decorate eggs with symbols and colors that represent the themes of spring and renewal.

🌸 Nature Walks:

Take a walk in nature and immerse yourself in the sights, sounds, and scents of spring. Notice the blooming flowers, budding trees, and chirping birds as you connect with the energy of the season.

🕯️ Rituals and Ceremonies:

Hold a ritual or ceremony to honor the equinox and invoke blessings for balance, harmony, and renewal in your life. Light candles, burn incense, and offer prayers or invocations to the goddess Ostara and the spirits of spring.

🍃 Feasting and Sharing:

Gather with loved ones for a festive meal or potluck to celebrate the abundance of the season. Cook and share dishes made with seasonal ingredients such as fresh greens, herbs, and spring vegetables.

Here are some ideas for recipes for Ostara:

Hot Cross Buns (Cross Quarter Buns): These tasty pastries are often enjoyed during the pre-Easter season of Lent. The decorative cross on top represents a Christian symbol, but you can infuse your own Pagan beliefs into it. Consider associating the four quarters of the cross with elements, directions, moon phases, seasons, Tarot suits, or fire festivals. To make your own, start with your favorite muffin or roll recipe and create an X on top using raisins, currants, or scored dough. Mint Chutney: Mint chutney is a versatile condiment that pairs well with various dishes. Keep in mind that the term “chutney” covers a wide range of culinary options. Roasted Lamb: For many ancestors, lamb was a symbol of spring and rebirth. Roasted lamb can be a delicious centerpiece for your Ostara feast. Dairy Products: Dairy is associated with fertility and new life. Include cheese, milk, cream, butter, and other dairy items in your Ostara meals. Eggs: Eggs symbolize new beginnings and potential. Hard-boiled eggs, deviled eggs, or egg salad are great choices. Spring Greens and Fresh Herbs: Celebrate the awakening of nature by incorporating fresh greens like spinach, kale, and spring onions. Use herbs like parsley, chives, and dill to add flavor and vibrancy to your dishes. Seasonal Crops: Asparagus and fiddlehead ferns are early spring crops that align perfectly with Ostara. Check in your area what is available! Marshmallow Peeps: While not traditional in ancient practices, these colorful marshmallow treats have become an iconic part of modern Ostara celebrations

Embrace the Magic of Ostara: Whether you're planting seeds, decorating eggs, or simply basking in the beauty of nature, Ostara offers a magical opportunity to connect with the energy of spring and celebrate the renewal and rebirth of life. So gather your friends, set your intentions, and let the magic of Ostara guide you on your journey into the light! 🌼🌿

Spring is a time of rebirth and growth. Consider working magic related to these themes.

Explore magical aspects of:

Serpents: Symbolism and folklore. Eggs: Associated with new life. Spring Flowers: Use blooming flowers in your magical workings. Daffodils: Early bloomers with magical purposes. Rabbits: Beyond the Easter Bunny. Magical Gardening: Growing plants as a magical act.

Remember, Ostara is a time to celebrate the return of light, growth, and the promise of warmer days ahead. 🌸🌼🌞

Learn more: learnreligions.com Sabbats: A Witch's Approach to Living the Old Ways by Edain McCoy(amazon.com) Llewellyn’s Sabbat Essentials BOX SET (amazon.com) witchcraftedlife.com magickalspot.com teaandrosemary.com

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daevastanner · 10 months

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Say the Word

“Say the Word”

By Daevastanner

An Elucien one-shot inspired by the Elucien comic art by @artcraawl commissioned by @amandapearls for @elucienweekofficial

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Elain’s fingers gingerly brushed the leaves of her poppies, assessing their current state - soft, supple, and smooth around the edges.

Not entirely satisfied with what her touch could decipher, she ducked her head and narrowed her eyes at their color. Not a hint of brown or curling around the edges, the stems were full and firm. This greenhouse had done a world of good for those flowers she would’ve had to otherwise sacrifice to the winter elements. To think that she had once told Lucien she didn’t need anything so grand, to think she’d almost rejected this most recent gift from her mate.

Straightening and admiring the flowers, she smiled. She should know better by now. Lucien’s gifts were always perfect.

Long arms wound around her waist, full lips brushed her ear. Elain smiled but continued to fiddle with the poppies before her.

Hot breath tickled the shell of her ear, nearly sending a shiver down her spine. “Hello, beautiful.” A warm chest molded against her back. “I don’t mean to disturb you because you look so content tending to your plants, but…” Slowly a nose was buried in her hair, inhaling her scent as though attempting to memorize it, “...I’ve missed you.”

Elain let her hands fall from the flowers, coming to rest over the long fingers crossed over her abdomen. As usual, Lucien’s hands were uncommonly warm. Uncommonly, but pleasantly.

Her head tilted back against his shoulder and she shut her eyes, letting the golden evening light from outside warm her face. “I’ve missed you too. I hardly ever get to see you anymore. I feel like you’re always gone.”

Lucien pulled her closer, inclining his head and pressing a kiss to her jaw. “I’ll always come running if you ever need me.” Another kiss that was so burning, Elain’s lips parted in a gasp. “Just say the word.”

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Elain’s eyes flew open, cool night air filling her lungs as she was met with the sight of her bedroom here in the river house. The expanse of bed beside her was vacant, an observation that made something in her cleave. She covered her face with her hands, still laying on her side.

“Shit.”

Looking at the window, Elain judged that it was well after midnight but nowhere near dawn. If she tried very, very hard, she could squeeze in a few more hours of rest and hopefully eliminate the odds of having purple smudges under her eyes for Nesta and Cassian’s ceremony.

Her hot skin and ever-tightening chest said otherwise.

Elain sat upright, threw off the duvet and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the cool wooden floor in hopes of grounding herself. Her fingers dug into the mattress, squeezing the fabric as she attempted to steady her breathing, but to no avail.

She needed air. Fresh air. The scent of begonias and daffodils.

Mouth set in a grim slash, Elain stood and crossed to her vanity, retrieving her long, silk dressing gown from her stool and drawing it on. She fastened the tie around her waist, preserving her modesty should she run into another restless resident of the river house, and exited her bedroom, stepping out into the moonlit hallway.

The river house was silent, save for the sound of her own feet padding across the carpet, then down the stairs and towards the kitchens. She didn’t encounter a single soul, as she maneuvered around the various boxes containing decor and supplies for Nesta’s ceremony. Even Feyre and Rhysand seemed to be getting a decent night’s sleep for once.

Arriving at the glass paned-doors leading out to the garden patio, Elain loosed a sigh of relief as she stepped outdoors and let the cool night mist bathe her cheeks. She closed her eyes as she shut the door noiselessly behind her, inhaling the chilled night air and letting it fill her lungs. The tightness in her chest loosened, her burning skin cooled, the fragrant scent of flowers permeated her senses.

Flowers and… cinnamon. Crackling embers.

Elain opened her eyes, suddenly wide awake. She peered across the garden, silvery in the light of the moon, scanning between the meticulously groomed bushes and hedges for any sign of him. Absently, her feet moved her forward and around the towering column of laurel.

She found him sitting on the marble bench facing a bed of roses, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He wore baggy sleeping trousers and a loose tunic open widely at the neck as though he hadn’t bothered with the laces after throwing it on. His long, red hair was pushed behind his shoulders, cascading in lush ripples down his back. Her mate truly was a breathtaking sight. There was no disputing that.

At that moment, Lucien’s head lifted at some unheard sound, turning in her direction. Brows raised, his metal eye whirred as it fixed on her.

Elain dipped her head, mastering herself. “I apologize for the intrusion. I– I needed some air.”

“It’s no intrusion,” Lucien replied, rising to his feet. “This is your garden. It is I who is the intruder, lady.”

Perhaps it was the easy measure of his voice. Maybe it was the apprehensive smile tugging at the corner of his full lips. It could have been the gentle glimmer in his russet eye that reminded her so much of the dream that had brought her out here in the first place. Whatever ‘it’ was, Elain felt entirely at ease… and a little bit bold.

She gestured to the marble bench with a manicured hand, then slowly approached. “Neither of us is intruding.” She lowered herself to sit, crossing her ankles and folding her fingers in her lap. “You are our guest and this is my garden.”

Lucien stared down at her, his expression blank, arms hanging at his sides. Elain offered him a timid smile and nodded at the vacant spot beside her. “Sit,” she said simply.

Lucien’s eye swept the garden, but with some caution, he sat next to Elain. It didn’t escape her notice the fair amount of space he put between them, not that it bothered her.

For a moment they sat in companionable silence, nothing but the night breeze whispering through the garden leaves to fill the air around them.

It was Lucien, whose gaze remained fixed on the flower-bed, who broke the quiet. “What brings you out here so late?”

I dreamt of you. Of us. Of what we could be.

But instead, she only said, “I couldn’t sleep.”

He made a sympathetic sound beside her and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him rub his jaw with a long fingered hand. “Nerves about the ceremony tomorrow?”

Truthfully, Elain had no ‘nerves’ about the ceremony. The only negative emotion she felt in regards to Nesta’s big day was the niggling reminder that at one point, Elain had been the first of her sisters promised to be married and as of tomorrow, she would be the last one left alone. Not that she’d ever admit her quiet resentment for her relationship status aloud. She was enjoying her freedom, her independence, that was true.

Still, a part of her felt the longing for companionship that was only natural of living beings – whether they be mortal or fae.

She would give Lucien a fragment of the truth. “I’ll admit… I was nervous to see you.”

He finally met her gaze, amusement tipping up the corner of his mouth. “What cause have you to have nerves around me?”

A blush heated her cheeks and she lowered her voice. “Do you remember last Winter Solstice?”

Lucien nodded, bidding her to continue as he matched her conspiratorial posture and leaned in closer.

“I kissed Azriel,” she grimaced.

It may come as a surprise to others, but not to Elain, that Lucien’s lips turned down at the corners in approval, almost as though he were impressed. “When you said you wanted to explore your options you certainly aimed high…”

Elain laughed softly. “Nothing came of it, of course, but it was… nice.”

Lucien’s expression softened, his voice turning somber. “Well, there is no call for nerves. We’re past this, lady. We set our terms long ago. We’re both free to explore whatever we wish.”

Elain noted that he left out the latter half of their deal. That they were free to pursue whatever they wished until she said otherwise. When Elain said the word, they would begin to pursue what she had seen in her vision. The one she had told him about when he’d visited Velaris after the war with Hybern. It was all up to her.

He had been so gracious. So patient. The ego she saw in other males was not present in Lucien. He didn’t need to boast that Elain had seen her choose him. He didn’t need to proclaim that it was only a matter of time until she accepted the bond. Instead, he quietly allowed her to pursue the life she’d never had a chance to live, and waited for his turn.

“You never told me, by the way,” Lucien murmured, “what exactly you saw in your vision of us.”

Elain fidgeted, giving him a coy smile. “I told you what you need to know.”

“Well, what if I said I wished for specifics?” he pried, and the flicker of mischief in his eyes made Elain’s stomach clench pleasurably.

She played his courtier’s game and found that she enjoyed it, looking up at him through her lashes with a come-hither-smile, “Then I’d remind you that you are a patient male and can wait a while longer.”

He laughed, a breathless sound that made him look so very handsome. It was amazing how much he looked like sunshine in the dead of night with his hair and his eyes and his warm laughter.

So briefly that if she’d have blinked, she would’ve missed it, Lucien’s gaze darted to her lips then back up again. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she observed their posture. The both of them leaning forward, head’s inclined and voices lowered – a prime position for kissing if there ever was one. And in private too.

But to her surprise, Lucien straightened, pulling away, that glimmer of amusement didn’t leave his eye. “You know the conditions, lady. Not before you say so.”

Elain mirrored him, drawing in a deep breath through her nose to calm her racing pulse.

Then, with that same smile that warmed her chest and sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, Lucien said, “Just say the word.”

Elain’s mouth went dry. She heard the echo of her dream ringing in her ears. The echo of that happily-ever-after just out of reach.

Swallowing hard, Elain gave her mate a grateful smile. Sometimes she wondered if he could read her mind, like Feyre or Rhysand. Sometimes she wondered if the Cauldron was truly so clinical in its pairings, because for whatever reason, Lucien seemed to know her body and soul. Never, however, did she wonder about him. Not since they’d met when she’d tumbled out of the Cauldron and first heard his heart. No matter what anyone thought they perceived, no matter what anyone assumed, she’d always been certain about Lucien. Even when she hadn’t known it. Even when it had scared her.

Exhaling, Elain rose, smoothing the silk of her dressing robe and drawing it tighter around her. “I’ll try to sleep again I think,” she murmured.

“I think I’ll remain a bit longer,” Lucien sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees once more. “I’ll be careful not to disturb Nyx when I return. I’d hate to ruin one of Feyre’s few uninterrupted nights.”

Elain winced. “On the topic of my sister… It’s best you don’t mention that I was out here. I don’t want anyone worrying about me on Nesta’s day.”

He looked up at her, smirking. “You know better than to ask a favor of a faerie without offering something in return, lady.”

For whatever reason, the first ‘offering’ that came to mind was a picture of her on her knees… She quickly squashed the image, and straightened her shoulders, assuming the stance of a haughty courtier. “Very well. What is it you require in exchange for your silence?”

He tilted his head, his mane of red hair shifting on his back. With equal arrogance, he replied, “One dance tomorrow night.”

“Hm,” Elain hummed, eyeing him with exaggerated suspicion. “I must consider this.”

“A dance is not so grand a price,” the emissary grinned.

“True, were you a man, I would agree,” Elain began. “However you are a faerie, so I must clarify: Am I to dance until my feet bleed?”

“And ruin whatever delicate slippers you intend to wear?” he asked, arching a brow. “Never.”

“Until I lose my senses?”

“And deprive myself of your pleasant conversation? Of course not.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Then I’m to dance until I die?”

Lucien blanched. “That would spoil the whole party. No, no, no. I ask for one dance, to one song.”

Elain held his gaze, extending the silence as long as she dared. Only when the edge of his lip twitched did she answer. “One dance. One song,” she mused feigning thoughtfulness. Then, a few of his heartbeats later, “Very well.”

Only when her back was turned to him did Elain permit herself a smile.

Returning to her room, Elain cracked the window, hopeful that the night breeze may allow some of Lucien’s scent to permeate the room. When the endeavor proved unsuccessful, she locked her bedroom door then crossed to her dresser.

Kneeling, she opened the bottom drawer, and retrieved the old, pine green coat. She rose then, shutting the drawer with her foot. Then Elain brought the fabric to her nose and inhaled the scent of cinnamon and embers. The muscles in her shoulders relaxed, a sense of calm falling over her, heavy as velvet.

Shrugging out of her silk robe, Elain drew on the male coat, as she often did on sleepless nights.

Sure enough, the moment she crawled back into the bed, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Lucien’s coat wrapping her in a comforting embrace.

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L U C I E N

This plan was already proving far more difficult than he’d anticipated. Elain was a vision tonight.

She donned a dusty pink gown that highlighted the curve of her waist and the newfound swells of her breasts and hips. He hadn’t noticed these new, glorious curves she was suddenly in possession of last Solstice or even last night in the garden.

Oh, how easily she’d believed him when he’d feigned surprise that she had kissed Azriel on Solstice. He’d known. Not because the shadowsinger’s scent lingered on her and not because he’d witnessed it, but because the High Lord of Night had thoroughly admonished his Spymaster for doing so. So loudly Lucien’s fae hearing had picked up on it from the guest wing. To his eternal amusement, Rhysand had seemed convinced that Lucien intended to challenge Azriel to a Blood Duel for Elain’s hand.

He hadn’t corrected the High Lord when he’d seen him the next morning. After all, Lucien firmly believed there was no such thing as a bad rumor if it increased the intrigue of your character. Not to mention, he wasn’t supposed to have heard that heated conversation between the two Illyrian males.

But how could he not have? He had been restless with Elain’s presence just down the hall (not unlike yesterday evening) with nothing to do but eavesdrop on the random noises around the river house. Including Elain’s hurried footsteps up and down the stairs not once, not twice, but four times that Solstice night.

From across the reception hall, Elain met Lucien’s gaze. A sea of dancing bodies separated them, moving in time to the beautiful ballad of the string quartet.

A perfect hostess, Elain had spent most of the after-party conversing with various guests while Nesta and Cassian made their rounds, accepting congratulations on their mating.

Elain blinked at Lucien now, brown eyes sparkling in the fae-light that hung in strings overhead, bathing the guests of the temple in a golden glow. Lucien blinked back at her, then let his gaze wander lazily all over the temple.

To the wide open doors that led to the patio where tables were set for those who wished to dine and mingle, then to the eastern side of the temple where those who wished to drink congregated around the enchanted tower of champagne flutes that would never run empty.

Finally, he dragged his attention back to her, keeping his expression bored.

Her brows drew together in question, as she studied him. He fought the urge to preen as her large eyes drank in his form. He’d worn his deep green suit with golden embroidery, well aware of the way it lengthened his legs and broadened his shoulders. He’d fastened his hair back at the sides, very cognizant of how it put the elegant features of his face on full display, making him appear hewn from bronze rather than flesh and blood.

She was a fine match for him. More than enticing.

But he was not blind to the fact that he was equally as desirable to her. Not as her eyes snagged on his mouth and not as he scented her arousal all the way across the room.

Shaking herself from her daze, Elain nodded subtly towards the dance floor.

Lucien only canted his head in response.

Her pretty pink lips parted as the realization donned on her. Lucien would not approach. He would not ask her to dance. She must ask him. In front of everyone.

Color bloomed in her cheeks and Lucien fought the tugging at the corner of his lip. Instead he leveled her with a look that reminded her just who she had struck a bargain with. A faerie.

He’d decided on this approach, not solely for his amusement, but also to ensure their boundaries remained the same as ever. Elain must always make the first move. Must always take the first step. He would not initiate until she told him he could do so.

Elain lifted the skirt of her dress and maneuvered her way through the crowd, across the room. He nearly laughed when she broke through the bodies and closed the distance between them with her chin raised in haughty indignance.

“Elain,” he said, dipping his head. “What a pleasure running into you here.”

“At my sister’s mating ceremony?” Elain asked flatly.

“Ah, I forget the relation,” shrugged Lucien innocently. “You’re far more fetching than she is.”

“Don’t compliment me by insulting my sister, it’s rude.”

“I would never dare insult Nesta Archeron,” he winked, and Elain cracked a smile, seemingly in spite of herself. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, lady?”

Elain cut him with a knowing look. “I owe you a dance, remember?”

Satisfaction bloomed in his chest. “Ah, so you do.” As the string quartet wound down their current song, Lucien offered Elain his arm. “Well, I’m happy to oblige.”

He didn’t so much as glance her way as they glided towards the dance floor, but he did hear her snort softly beside him. The gruff irritation from someone as delicate as Elain was equal parts endearing and amusing.

As the string quartet slowly began to strike up the next song, the dancing bodies converged, seeking out their partners once more. In one fluid movement, Lucien spun Elain to face him, lacing their fingers on one side and laying a broad palm on the small of her back. Elain wasted no time in placing her free hand on his other shoulder, meeting his measured gaze with an equally unruffled look. Where Feyre and Rhysand physically sparred, he did not envy them. He more enjoyed the battle of courtier wits between himself and Elain.

The violin played a gentle, lilting melody and together, they swayed to the rhythm with the other dancing couples. He wondered if she could hear his heart hammering, if she could scent his anticipation. He had waited ages for this moment. The moment where Elain would come to him. Where they would converse, not as two fated mates who were bound by divine intervention, but as two individuals with a tender interest in one another. Flirting.

He lowered his voice, casting a quick glance to the champagne table. “Have you noticed the shadowsinger tonight? He’s been giving that priestess some particularly longing looks.”

Elain scoffed. “I’m not surprised.” She inclined her head, then added softly, “I believe he was particularly nervous about tonight. You see the necklace she’s wearing?”

Lucien spared a subtle look over at the ginger priestess, his metal eye whirring and focusing in on the rose pendant that dangled from her neck. “I do.”

“Mm, what if I told you that that necklace was first gifted by Azriel,” Elain began, then her eyes glinted wickedly, “to me.”

Lucien’s brows shot into his hairline, his gaze snapped back to his mate. “You can’t be serious.”

Elain nodded, her lips pressed in a flat line in a clear effort to suppress laughter. “He gave it to me at Solstice when we kissed. Rhys called him away, so I went up to bed and…” she lowered her voice to a whisper again, “and had a vision of some unknown female in a teal gown wearing the very same necklace.”

Lucien stole another surreptitious glance at the priestess, who sure enough, wore a teal gown. When he looked back at Elain her expression was somber. A pang of sympathy turned his stomach. “I… I offer my sympathies that the shadowsinger did not return your affections.”

To his surprise, Elain arched a brow, pink lips in a caustic smile. “You mistake me. I don’t mourn the shadowsinger’s affections. I mourn that he would assume I would cause a scene tonight at seeing another female, one who I understand has had a remarkably difficult life, wearing a gift I returned to him in the first place.”

The words tumbled from Lucien’s lips before he could stop himself. “He does not know you. Not truly.”

Something in Elain’s gaze softened, her sad smile growing more sincere. The sudden shift made Lucien feel nervous as a prospective bridegroom. He cleared his throat, willing his palms not to sweat.

Elain’s eyes sparkling with mirth. “What about you? We’ve talked a fair bit about my pursuits. I’d like to discuss yours. I’m sure they are sordid and far more scandalous than a stolen kiss six months ago.”

Lucien laughed at that, a full bodied sound that surprised him. “If you’re certain it won’t offend your delicate sensibilities, Jurian and Vassa have invited me to their bed. Several times.”

Elain’s eyes flashed, her cheeks going crimson once more. The slender column of her throat bobbed as she processed his question, then replied hesitantly, “Well? Did you… accept?”

Eyes locked, Lucien dipped his head, his lips just inches from hers. “A gentleman never tells, lady,” he whispered.

Elain held his stare, “I see.” She tilted her head up, her mouth now dangerously close to his, “Where is this gentleman you speak of?”

He laughed quietly. “You wound me.”

She was so near he could taste her on his tongue. Jasmine and honey. When her eyes fell to his lips, he felt the air stolen from his lungs.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

It was her move.

Slowly, Elain’s eyelids began to droop, and in answer, Lucien’s heart threatened to break through his ribs. His grip on her waist tightened possessively, tugging her closer…

Then the song ended.

The one song for his one dance was over.

And like the perfect courtiers they were, Elain and Lucien parted on instinct, abandoning all notions of their almost kiss. Both parties averted their eyes as they attempted to gather themselves. Lucien bowed. Elain curtsied. It was over.

He suddenly felt entirely too warm, disappointment coursing through him and hollowing out his chest.

She can’t see. Don’t let her see.

He would not have her initiate their relationship out of pity – out of sympathy.

Mustering all his resolve, he gave Elain the most charming smile he could manage, and left the dance floor, heading straight for the patio doors.

Stepping out of the temple and into the balmy, summer night, Lucien maneuvered around the various tables occupied by the remaining guests and onto the vacant river house lawn. He wrung his hands subtly at his sides, trying to forget the intoxicating feeling of her skin against his, of the curve of her waist beneath his palm. He had been a fool to indulge in his attraction to her. It would only make the wait all the more difficult.

A fool.

He was such a fool–

“Lucien.”

Halting in his tracks as he neared the river house, Lucien slowly turned towards the voice that called his name.

Elain Archeron stood several paces away on the river house lawn, apparently having followed him. She closed the remaining distance between them, her skirts in her hands as she apparently had made an effort not only to find him, but to… to join him.

“Were you retiring?” she asked, letting her skirts fall to drag over the dewy, dark grass.

At a loss for words, Lucien shook his head in response, shoving his hands in his pockets.

A smile that looked somewhat relieved, lit her face. “Oh, good. I was going to ask if you’d like a tour of my garden.”

“O-oh,” was all he could manage around the spark of hope in his chest.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her expression now somewhat bashful, “And maybe… maybe answer a few of those questions you had. About the specifics of what I’ve seen.”

Sometimes Lucien wondered if she could read his mind, just like Rhys and Feyre. Sometimes he wondered if the Cauldron paired souls, not just bodies. How else could Elain be re-enacting the very dream that had sent him into her garden last night? The dream where they stood among rose bushes and she recalled to him what their mating ceremony would look like, where they would lay their roots, the cadence of their children’s voices.

But that was far too much information to place on her shoulders. Perhaps one day, he would tell her of the dream he had that night. The one that had brought them together in this garden and had given him the excuse to ask her for a dance. The dance that led them right back here.

“Well? Would that agree with you?” Elain asked, tilting her head.

Lucien nodded emphatically, offering her his arm. “Yes, I should think so.”

Her voice was bright. “Good.” She accepted his arm and started to guide him towards the moonlit garden. “You may ask your first question.”

Unwilling to miss a good opportunity for banter, Lucien asked, “Have you seen how much of our future funds are spent on your gardening? I’d like a figure in mind so I can conserve my spending.”

Elain’s laughter was a song he knew he’d play in his mind for days to come. Over and over again until she said the word.

Then…

Then he’d come running.

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No thoughts just naked toaster and a really touchy s/o. They're barely through the door and they're already making out with him just constantly holding his hand constantly making out with him constantly giving him kisses

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❥ someone get me a dictionary because i need a word to describe the warm feeling this ask gives me. hopefully me publishing this on valentine’s day months after you’ve sent this makes it up to you, nonnie!

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he’s always known that physical touch was your love language, but that was a whole different thing from actually experiencing your affection in person. now, there is always a surprise in store for them when they walk through the door once they're home. being not used to receiving attention like this growing up, they used to always dread getting ambushed with you all over them, but they’ve grown used to it.

no…actually, it’s more like it has become a part of his day to look forward to.

there are times wherein they think that they don’t deserve it, but when you softly say their name (their real name!) like it’s the sweetest dessert in the world, they can’t help but melt further into your touch. perhaps with time, he will be able to find it in himself to be less hesitant with reciprocating, or even let it be your turn to be doted on!

maybe that can be their next gift to you…?

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#🌸 — fresh from the garden.#🌺 — click romantic.#blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic x reader #bloomic x reader #nakedtoaster #bp nakedtoaster

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💗 Witchy Self-Care 💗

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Steve Harrington x Reader Fics

🍊 orange juice - (Post Season 4 AU) Steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. He struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you.

🫀 the great divide - (Sequel to Orange Juice; Post Season 4 AU) After your miraculous return to the land of the living, you aren't doing well. [READ THE WARNINGS!!!]

🔪SuperFreaky - [AU inspired by Freaky (2020); modern body-swap-with-a-slasher AU] The Hawkins Hacker has been terrorizing your town for years now. What happens when he digs his hooks into you is surprising. It's shocking. It's downright superfreaky.

🌸🪻🥀 bloom - (Series; Completed; Post Season 4 AU) In the summer of 1987, you and your mother travel to Hawkins, Indiana to plan the event of the season: the Byers-Hopper wedding. (garden center!steve x wedding planner!reader)

🔥 the view between villages, part one: good bones - (Season 3) Armed with nothing but a GED and a small sum of inheritance money, you move to Hawkins, Indiana in March 1985 for a fresh start. ... It seems that the town has a strange history with science experiments and government cover-ups, but that’s all in the past...right? (this is a choose-your-own adventure fic with about 10 possible storylines.)

💀 the view between villages, part two: haunted - (Season 4) Things in Hawkins are much calmer than they were over the Fourth of July week. ... Wait a minute ... have you been experiencing any strange symptoms? Nightmares, headaches, nosebleeds? (this is a choose-your-own adventure fic.)

🍓 forget-me-not - (Post Season 4) Steve Harrington broke your heart almost a year ago. You think it's only right to still hold a grudge, despite how good he seems.

📼 the video store frame-up of '86 - (Post Season 3, lightly inspired by Romeo & Juliet) You and Steve fall in love, despite working at rival video stores. Things get complicated when the two of you are prime suspects in a Blockbuster video vandalism.

🖤 the end is here - DIRECT FOLLOW-UP OF VIDEO STORE FRAME-UP OF '86 - (Season 4 adjacent) Your boyfriend Steve Harrington is keeping secrets from you, and you aren't sure how much longer you can take it.

🍃 & now i’m covered in you - (Post Season 3, inspired by Taylor Swift's "ivy") Despite having a boyfriend, you find your feelings for your best friend Steve Harrington growing tenfold over Christmas break, 1985.

👻 Worse Than Ghosts (Series; Completed) - Y/N is a producer on YouTube's most popular ghost-hunting show. When she and the Spirit Search team travel to Hawkins, Indiana to film their second season premiere at the Creel House, they discover that some things are worse than ghosts. [Modern Buzzfeed Unsolved AU]

🎶 Elegia (Series; Completed) - (Season 4 AU) You get a call at 6 in the morning from your coworker Steve Harrington, demanding to know your favorite song.

🎲 Remedial Chaos Theory 2.0 (from July 2019) (Series; Completed) - Steve Harrington’s life takes a turn for the weird when Dustin tries to set him up with his babysitter, Y/N.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Epilogue

RCT 2.0 Moodboard

🏀 A Study in Self-Sufficiency (Series; Kind of Completed; Sequel to RCT 2.0) - Steve is tired of his parents deciding everything for him; he and Y/N bond over controlling parents and Y/N shares a secret about her past.

Part 1 / Part 2

Non-x Reader Stories

🍕 Remedial Chaos Theory 1.0 (from 2018) (Completed) - A normal night of D&D turns topsy-turvy when the party has to choose one person to go upstairs and get the pizza. Based on the “Remedial Chaos Theory” episode of NBC’s Community.

Prologue / Lucas / Will / Max / Mike / Dustin / Eleven / Epilogue: Steve and Roxanne

#navigation #masterlist #steve harrington x reader

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p3aches-n-cream · 2 months

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a self-indulgent post about my spiderverse oc ft. hobie brown

first off, some context !!

1. ✧˖°SPIDER SAGE! (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ✧˖° real name: eden avery, age: 20, race: african-american, ethnicity: west indian (bajan). hails from e-767, likes art, takes martial arts! her hobbies include reading, writing, making collages, and creating art! After an adventurous descent into the park with her brother, she’s bitten by a radioactive spider - courtesy of her universe’s Norman Osborn dumping toxic waste into the woods And with that, Spider Sage is born! She was inducted into the spider society around her second year of being spiderwoman ( she’s seventeen here ). Having just lost her brother to a supervillain, she has high hopes for the organization. Under the assumption she’s making the world a safer place to prevent tragedies like her brother’s from happening again. But towards the time when the movie takes place, she took on a more pessimistic view and became distant. The spider society lost the nobility she once saw. She regards Miguel’s words with a grain of salt. She doesn’t get how preserving the canon is more important than saving lives. But she relents. Until she hears Miles’s story.

2. Spider Sage moves → Webbed Rock: Fills webs with rock and or rocks and uses it like a flail, twirling it above or to the side. There’s also a variation to this on → Double Whammy: Sage twirls while swinging webbed rocks in both hands, knocking out her opponents! Typically used against two villains. Mother Earth: Places both hands to the ground and plants from below, ripping through concrete. Shield of Sanctuary: Twisted vines rise from the ground, forming a shield to protect her from onslaught. Breath of Venus:. emits a pink flowery fume from her mouth that can anesthetize her victims. Twisted Arm: Thorny vines encapsulate Sage’s arm, delivering one powerful punch! Butterfly Cocoon: Sage can wrap her opponents up in a “butterfly cocoon” consisting of flowery webs and or plants. And this isn’t really a power move but Sage grows plant life on her back too, which she used to create wings. This one I haven’t found a name for yet, but i imagine her in one of those old-fashioned video games for it, y’know the ones : A giant tulip sprouts around Sage, swallowing her up and plunges into the ground, before reappearing behind her opponent, blooming before disappearing again.

3. An ongoing strike that afflicts Earth-767 are environmental violations. Earth 767, rhymes with heaven *･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧ I wanted to reference the number for heaven without it being too on the nose, since eden’s universe looks alot like it ( could also be a reference to paradise, or garden of eden ) it’s basically a greenery abundant bed-stuy adorned with flora and fauna. It’s a breath of fresh air. It’s wild and free. It’s ethereal, unique, and refreshing. Heavenly and euphoric. Spider Sage swings through the air with a complete loss of inhibition, as her organic web vines twist around her arm. And when she descends, she’s like an angel dropping from heaven.

a couple of fun facts! 🎀🐾🍮💕

- the spider that bit eden was not only radioactive but mutated with plant life from the forest, giving eden flower power 🌸 think of like a spider with a peony on its hump. I'd provide an example, but I really don’t wanna look up spiders :( she also has a peony on her spider suit, referencing the spider that thrust her into her newfound identity

- When Eden grows new flowers in her hair, a pop up caption appears to explain the significance of them. They symbolize how she’s feeling at the moment, for example yellow roses grow on her when she meets miles, which is an indicator of friendship! 🌼

- Spider sage’s theme sounds refreshing and peaceful with a touch or two of unconventionality! A couple of music rec’s to get a better feel would be puzzle by g.a.t instrumental or si un jour by la femme

- When she was still getting used to her powers, her flowers would sprout unexpectedly in HQ, sometimes sticking to others or objects

- Spider Sage’s nickname is ‘The Green Goddess.’

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧 SAGE PUNK 🐰🌷⊹♡ ‧ ( Eden & Hobie ) HEADCANONS :

1. Eden started out in the Spider Society around the same time as Hobie ( I headcanon she was seventeen, imma just make Hobie seventeen too since they’re around the same age. ) They’re polar opposites, Eden being shy and reserved and Hobie being able to find comfort anywhere. Eden warms up to be people once she gets used to them though, and she warms up to Hobie quickly. He doesn’t give her much of a choice. When Eden first sees Hobie, she thinks he’s cool. Because they’re both new to the spider society, they go on a mission together to start off. E and Hobie start to grow more familiar with each other, sharing aspects ( such as eden’s art and hobie’s music ) of their life with one another and get sent out on more missions. They make a good team, Eden being the one to drag Hobie back in when he gets too reckless, and Hobie encouraging Eden to go all out. They complement each other perfectly. After a while Hobie invites her to one of his shows, something he regularly does with others, but it’s meant differently when inviting her. He feels a connection and wants to see where this goes. little does she know she feels the same way :)

2. More on the first one, Eden was inducted to the spider society a little before Hobie was, and although he won’t admit it, her presence persuaded him to join. It’s no secret Hobie protects the ones he cares about, eden being no exception. Ugh, I can just imagine them stepping through the portal in Hobie’s dimension, Miguel attempting to recruit him. He’s not impressed by the tall man claiming to be Spider-Man, but the shorter girl peeping behind his shoulder catches his eye. So he reluctantly agrees. Little do they know Miguel plans to make them partners, thinking Eden would soften him up ( he was wrong ) and they’re sent off on a high-stakes mission to prove their worth. Eden’s incredibly moral so she ignores the red flags at first, but Hobie steers her in a more ‘oppositional, anti-authoriatrian ‘ ideology.

3. Eden always attends Hobie’s shows, making an effort to finish her homework on time. Sometimes she doesn't even bother. Hobie always laughs with a shake of his head, " I wouldn't want you to sabotage yourself. “ “ Nah, man it's cool! I'm a smart girl, I can handle it.“ she ends up paying for it later, stuck behind her desk at 2 am, struggling to keep up her energy. Hobie gives her a call, hearing the exhaustion in her voice " But it was worth it, " she tiredly whispers, belly churning at his deep chuckle over the phone.

4. Sometimes, people will joke about how Eden and Hobie even got together, being so clearly opposite from another

5. Hobie likes to serenade Eden with the songs that he’s made. Just don’t call it that, or else he'll get fussy. I remember I talked about this before with Eden showing up to his band practices/performances and cheering him on, but what about the times where it’s just the two of them? They’re sitting on Eden’s bed and the room is bathed in a warm glow from the candle she’s lit. He revels in the way her eyes light up as he plays his guitar, fingers effortlessly drifting across the strings as he maintains eye contact. Once he finishes the tune he sets his guitar down against her bed, enthused by her light clapping.“ jus’ a likkle ting I worked up, love. wanted you to be the first to ‘ear it. “ He leans back with his arms behind his head and a satisfied smirk on his face, gazing at her expectantly. Eden usually follows with loads of pleasant compliments with observant feedback and Hobie glady listens, taking in whatever she has to offer. He ignores the queasy feeling he gets in his stomach as Eden’s mouth stretches into a grin, showing off a dimple on her right cheek. “ Well I’m honored you’d share something this special with me. You’ve got such amazing talent. “ His chest reverberates with a chuckle, closing his eyes bashfully.“ Yeah, well..I wouldn’t ask if you weren’t special. Y’know? “ He tilts his head in her direction, meeting a pair of eyes filled with soft awe.“ Yeah? “ Eden stares back, searching for the affection she knows is there. A low breath escapes him and his eyes never leave hers. “ Yeah. “

6. I have a headcanon of Eden and Hobie from that one scene of Adventure Time, y’know where PB had kept the shirt Marceline gave her? Eden’s been to practically all of his shows before, and rocks his band’s merch proudly.

7. Hobie called Eden “Ed” once as a nickname and was immediately shut down. Sometimes he brings it back up just to annoy her. “ ‘ey ed. ‘ow you doin’ this fine mornin’? “ eden turns her head to the side and back around “ you talkin’ to me? I don’t see any ed around here.“ hobie also likes to torment eden with stuff he knows disgusts her. eden making a gross face at someone’s snotty nose? He’ll bring it up randomly, taking in her disgusted reaction. bugs creep her out? he’s already chasing her around the house, silverfish in hand. “ aw c’mon love, it just wants to say hi! “ “ Hobie get the fuck away from me!! “ he’s a menace, but it’s okay cause she always gets him back for it.

8. Organized girlfriend and Hectic boyfriend. 100%.

9. Hobie likes to show up at Eden's house unannounced, and she doesn’t even question it. She could be working on her latest assignment when Hobie comes in through her window, wanting to take her along on the newest adventure he’s dedicated himself to that day. And who is she to deny him? It’s always a blast hanging out with Hobie. Eden often finds herself reminiscing about the escapades they’ve gone on together. If he’s not taking her out to a party, a protest, or a music showcase run by some friends then he’s at her house playing with his guitar or listening to her ramble about anything going on with her life. Speaking of protests, Eden makes sure to pack backpacks with all the food, water and snacks they need - including a first aid kit in case of injury. Hobie takes it lovingly, kissing his thoughtful girlfriend for the trouble she went through.

10. Hobie and Eden are always willing to help each other, especially when it comes to their hair :) <333 this one is extra important !!

11. Eden loves to hug Hobie from behind while he’s playing his guitar. She smiles into his shoulder as she feels a light chuckle throughout his body.“ You’re awfully ‘andsy today. “ He tilts his head back, looking at her from behind. “ you need somethin’? “ Eden hummed absentmindedly, toying with the straps of his tank top. “ No.. just felt like touching you. “

12. Hobie is engrossed in a conversation with Pav. They’ve got a couple of hours until their next mission, so they’re chilling out in the cafeteria until then. That’s when Eden walks by, right on time for her morning cup of tea. A flowery scent wafts gently from her body that grabs his attention and he immediately turns his face in her direction. Quickly dismissing himself to Pav, he makes his way over to Eden, who’s dipping the tea bag into her cup. “Ey’ there. You’re smellin’ nice today.“ Eden turns to see Hobie who’s slipped next to her undetected. She grins at the compliment, eyes glowing. “ Thanks! I’m surprised you noticed.“ Hobie’s eyes widened at the unintentional jab.“ Ah, so you that’s the kinda guy you take me for, eh? “ Eden snorts and waves her hand dismissively. “ That’s not what I meant, and you know it. “ “ Suuure, love. Wha’ever you say. “

13. Hobie is not the type to get Eden flowers knowing that it stems from patriarchy. He follows no social quo. Plus Eden can grow flowers and plant life from her body so like why would she need more?

14. Eden turns her head in the direction of the sound, only to be pressed deeply into a red and blue shirt. “ Agh! Hobie! “ She giggles as Hobie hugs her and enveloped her in strong arms, picking her up from the ground. He swings her around earning a squeal, before setting her back down on the floor. “What’s goin’ on mate? How’s my fav gyal doin’? “ Hobie then slings an arm around her shoulder, his face dangerously close to hers. Eden ignores the heat flaring up in her cheeks, choosing to focus her energy into teasing him. “ You’re chipper this morning! What you just got back from a mission or something? “ “ What’d you mean by that, eh? Man can’ jus be chuffed to see you? “ He removes his arm from her side and Eden misses the weight against her shoulders. “ You di’n’t answer my question, love. How's your day been’? “ He folds his arms against his chest, leaning back coolly on the table behind him. Eden smiled, lifting her arms into a shrug. “ Eh. Can’t complain. Just got here actually. What about you? “ As the two continue to chat, Pav, Miles and Gwen can be seen watching them in the background. “ Can they.. not see how they act ? “ Pav questions, mirth leaking into this tone. Gwen gives a shake of her head and Miles laughs, shaking his shoulders.

15. hobie who notices when eden’s upset, offering her some candy he’s found cause he knows it’s her favorite. " strawberries your favorite, innit? " " yeah. " eden says through sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes. " cheer up, supergirl. " hobie trails a tear running down her cheek and wipes it off. He rubs her back lovingly, staying with her while she rides her emotions out. Resting a head on his shoulder, she shakes out a laugh. “ Wha’s funny? “ “ Nothin’..you’re just..so good to me. “

16. Eden and Hobie like to rock each other’s clothes. Hobie’s wearing combat boots and ripped skinny jeans while donning a pink strawberry sweater stolen from Eden's closet. Eden’s sporting cutesy overall shorts, flower placed symmetrically in her hair and one of Hobie’s rock band t-shirts. They like to coordinate outfits. Hobie picks out punk elements that could work on her. Eden also tends to gift him necklaces and bracelets, and he enjoys putting them on with his outfits ( even if they don’t match. ) oh yeah, and he’d definitely steal eden’s skirts when she’s not looking. I can see him walking into her kitchen, strutting his long legs in her plaid red skirt just eating that shit up. And he’d be so nonchalant about it too, like sitting on her couch chowing down on a bowl of oats while his feet are kicked up on the coffee table. Eden’s used to it by now, so she doesn’t bat an eye, but she does hate it when he puts his feet on the table.

17. Eden actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model. How could he not be with his beautiful hair, eyes, lips and jawline? He doesn’t clarify for her, finding amusement in it, but eventually his stance on modeling becomes apparent and she realizes her misinterpretation.

18. Hobie would either piss Eden tf off when she’s drawing or admire it, there is no in between. I’m talkin’ resting his chin on her shoulder as she sketches while pointing out something he likes goin, “ Tha’ looks real nice. Maybe add some more lines ‘ere. “ He’s super sweet when he’s trying to be helpful. It’s that or putting himself in the way while she’s trying to finish a drawing/painting. “ Uh…Hobie, can you move to the side a bit? I’m trying to finish up here. “ “ Hmm…I dunno doll, I’m pretty comfortable where I am.”

And that’s all for now!! Thanks for indulging me >.< much more to come when i’m not swamped with homework!

#across the spiderverse #spidersona #self insert #hobie brown #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #original character #original work #oc #black oc #writing #headcanons

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭

↬ 🌸 You and Napoleon welcome the spring out in the fields, trying an interesting new date idea... And Napoleon learns about something curious from the future, along the way, using it to his own advantage.

Napoleon Bonaparte x f!reader • rating: G • tags: Picnics; Painting; Dates; Fluff; Humor; Married Characters • wordcount: 1, 680• masterlist

a/n: This is a birthday gift for a fellow Napoleon lover! This fic was a stay idea lounging in my mind since forever, but it's for @topaz-carbuncle that I decided to put it on paper, with hopes that it would make her smile ❤ With that birthday date, I was so sure that it overlaps with the first day of spring - it turns out it was the day prior, but!! Spring actually came late into the evening where I am, so I really hope it counts! Happy Birthday, dear Lucille! Thank you for being here and sharing your lovely works with us, from one napo lover to another I hope you'd accept this humble gift in turn for all the smiles you've put on my face (and undoubtedly, on many others', too!), I wish you a great day today!! ❤❤🎉🎉🎉 Woooho! • Also for day 8 of Spring Showers Spring Flowers by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess Prompt: Picnics (fluff)

"Now, the sun might not be that strong, but I'm still demanding you wear your hat, Mrs. Bonaparte."

You sigh, staying still with chin tipped up while a pair of familiar, sturdy hands tie the ribbons of your straw hat for you. Glancing at Napoleon's face behind your lashes from that point of view, you think it might be fair, after all. He looks a little silly with his own straw hat, it's the one that Sebas uses when working in the garden… maybe it's because you're so used to seeing it on the butler's head that you're seeing something comedic in the current situation.

"Alright, alright, whatever the monsieur wants."

Napoleon smirks at your words, shooting you that boyish gaze while finishing up tying the ribbons under your chin.

Oh, wait! Now you're actually protected against his hair-ruffling attacks! Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all.

"Allons-y!"

***

It's surprising how much the grass has grown, fresh and green as if winter hasn't come to your secret spot at all. With the exception of the few trees in the distance, which are now spots of white instead of spots of green - all in blossom, and surely buzzing with bees, you almost can hear all the way here - the sight is reminiscent of those of the summer days. Napoleon is right, the sun is not as cruel today - and that's why you both intend to use its welcoming rays for company in today's pastime.

"Napoleon, give me those already… you don't have to carry everything."

"Nonsense. What other reason is there for your strong boyfriend to be around?"

You sigh. Again. Napoleon can be such a show-off occasionally, but oh well, it's not like you're too annoyed by it… and it looks like you've arrived too.

Napoleon sets down the many items he carried - picnic basket full of yummy refreshments; another, larger one, filled with painting supplies; two foldable chairs; and of course, the two wooden easels. Today is the first day of spring, and what other way to welcome and commemorate its glory than to capture it on the canvas…! Or at least attempt to, and have fun in the course of it. It's a bit different from your typical dates, but you love the idea either way. Spending time with the love of your life is always exciting, no matter the activity.

"Vincent showed me how to put those up, so I won't do the same mistake as last time. Just watch."

True, last time you two tried painting together Napoleon has been stubborn about putting up a painting easel by himself, refusing to ask for help even when the tripod kept falling apart. To think that there are things even Napoleon can't do…! Alas, that was a short-lived miracle, as you're now witnessing the work of a professional, putting the easel as if it's something mundane he does every day. And so, waking up early remains the only thing Napoleon Bonaparte cannot master.

"There. Please tell me what direction would you like yours to face."

You let out a lengthy hum, cutting it off as soon as the invincible light bulb pops up above your head.

"How sad are you going to be on a scale from 1 to 10 if you were to not see my face through the whole duration of our date?"

"Huh? Ten. No, even more than-"

"Okay, but listen - it's a good idea, listen - both this side," you gesture to the outstretching meadow ahead of you, "and that one," you turn around to point to the opposite one, "are worth putting on the canvas… so why don't we paint two different paintings? We'll sit back to back, and we won't turn around until we're done. No peeking! How's that?"

"Well…"

You suspect that a battle is taking place in his heart this very moment, but you know that his mind is always a little louder than his feelings. You think.

"Yeah, that actually makes a lot of sense. That's my clever Nunuche."

"That sounds like an oxymoron."

***

Even though the sun was high in the sky when you came here, the spring day remains a little too short for your liking, calling for final touches to be added soon.

It's true that somewhere amidst it all, a bear roared - not the real kind, the one that would make you pack your stuff and run, shouting at Napoleon not to attempt dueling with it with his rapier at the ready - but also not the one in your stomach either! Instead of that cute bear cub Napoleon likes to tease you about, it was a papa bear, awoken from its slumber in… Napoleon's belly. You thought the lunch you made earlier at the mansion was enough for him, but alas, a snack break was due. And a snack break you had.

Napoleon was a bit grumpy when you denied him the afternoon nap'n cuddle™ on the picnic blanket, but the slight change of scenery in the afternoon spoke to his inner artist just as it did to yours, fortunately.

Armed with a paintbrush anew, there you are, dipping the bristles into shades of rose-gold mixed on your palate. Napoleon has been quiet for awhile, but that's okay - the wild birds speak enough in his stead, in their various whimsical languages.

The pink on your palate seems to be dominating over the warm yellow shades, and instead of trying to mellow it down, you stand with your brush in the air, staring at the canvas.

Your painted field is a satisfactory still image of the one behind the easel - not that the real thing is much more dynamic. As rules call, one third is taken by the greenery, two thirds are taken by the sky. The occasional trees in the distance make for a good perspective, yet the upper part of it seems rather… empty? You trail off in thoughts about skies you've seen, and naturally, they're all skies you've seen in your own time period.

"Hehee…"

"What are you giggling about, Nunuche?"

Napoleon leans a bit onto you, using you as a backrest. He's not putting his whole weight, of course, but it successfully makes you huff and takes your attention. You push back against him likewise, nudging until your backs are parallel again. It's actually you that have been using him as a backrest in the last half an hour, but, but, he was the one who wholeheartedly suggested it!

"Nothing. I'll just add a little detail in mine."

"Oh? Can I take a peek?"

The whole ordeal about not looking at each other's paintings has been a bit too much… and you give in with a shrug. You clutch the brush with determination, peach-pink paint still at its top.

And you draw a straight line across the stark blue sky of your painting.

Just on time, Napoleon turns on his chair, moving his long legs so they're on either side of your chair.

"What is that…?"

You chuckle some more at his confusion, understandable as it is.

"A chemtrail! I've told you about the advances of planes in modern times… that's the trail their engines leave in the atmosphere. It's a white line showing their trajectory."

"But yours is pink?"

"That's because," You look up beyond the margins of the painting, as if there is a chance you'd see exactly what you're explaining in that very sky above you and Napoleon. "When the sun goes down and we can't see it on eyelevel anymore, sometimes planes are up there - and with how high they are, the sun is still shining on them. And on their chemtrails, too, painting them orange-pink, like so. It's just a little something I've always noticed, sooo…"

"I like that. Thank you for sharing with me."

You smile, turning halfway to meet Napoleon's cyan gaze. You recognize that thirst for knowledge in his eyes, your heart beating warmly in your chest with the sentiment of the moment.

Napoleon reaches over your shoulder with his own brush, dipping it in your freshly blended pink and stealing some.

"Hey!"

"Now I want to add a futuristic element in my painting too. I'm not going to be left behind you like that."

You watch in awe as Napoleon's hand strikes boldly on his own freshly painted landscape. But it's not a straight line like yours.

"A heart?!"

"Yep, a heart… what, don’t tell me they can't do that. There's no way things are so advanced yet they can't do that."

The need to close your jaw triumphs over your bewilderment, somehow, still left speechless at Napoleon's clever deduction. No wonder he is one of history's greatest geniuses, his place among the mansion residents is deserved.

His painting skills… they're so-so, but it's because of that that the line curving in a heart shape in the middle is so eye-catching, making his painting a whole masterpiece.

"I still like yours better, though. You've got talent, Nunuche."

"I think you might be biased, Monsieur de Wahaha." You nod with eyelids fluttering shut, finally turning all the way on your little chair so you can face Napoleon. The impending talk about stunt planes and his right guess about their existence can wait. "…Because I thought the same about yours."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because a person in love is naturally biased for their partner, and everything they do."

Your sudden straightforwardness surprises Napoleon, coloring his face in shades you picked and mixed personally. He holds your gaze like that for awhile, then it all happens in the way it always does.

Napoleon shortens the distance, and so do you. And right in the middle-

"Oh!"

The resistance of two straw hats colliding startles you both, making you withdraw from each other in a rush.

"Pfft. Hahahaha!!"

As Napoleon falls into another of his infamous laughing fits, you wonder if the protection against his hair-ruffling attacks was worth the ruined moment. But the rising urge to laugh - with him, or at him, it doesn't matter all that much - might be worth it all.

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