and a trumpet bell on my head

Flowers and Songs

Fandom: Hibike! Euphonium/Sound! Euphonium
Pairing(s): KumiRei (Kumiko/Reina) and HaruAsuKaori on the side (third-year ot3)
Words: 5.4k+
Summary:  In which Kumiko works in a flower shop, and Reina’s that beautiful, mysterious stranger she finally gets to talk to.
Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

“Ow, why’d you elbow me—”

“She’s here again.”

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december 1st

December first; Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

the snow storm came last night, just as the clock struck 12:01, almost as if the sky were waiting for November to be officially over. the naked trees and bushes and streets and cars and houses were covered with fresh snow. the neighborhood kids went out early morning to play in the snow, still in their pajamas and a big coat and boots on. their mothers warned them to wear gloves, but they all wanted to play a game of chicken: whoever can hold the snow in their bare hands the longest wins. the prize was unknown yet, but they all still played.

today was the busiest day at Carl’s Tree Shop. a little parking lot filled with fresh pine trees. everyone came into town to purchase a tree for the month. Carl always had the best trees. there was something about where he got them. and sometimes he grew his own. and after everyone bought a tree from Carl, they all went to the diner that beloved to his wife, Nancy.

Nancy’s Diner served the best chocolate pies and pumpkin pies. it was like a small town tradition to buy a tree from Carl and stop by Nancy’s for pie and coffee or hot chocolate. everyone in town would be at the two places all day.

the town was a small town of 25,000. everyone knew everyone and they all trusted one another. they were a friendly town. there was hardly ever any crime. the only bad thing that happened to the town was when Mrs. Dale, an elderly 86 year old woman slipped on black ice in her driveway and died on her way to the house.

the town was one that you really had to look for on the map. and the townsfolk liked that. they hardly got any visitors, and they liked the peace and quiet.

so did Shawn and I. Shawn loved this town; mainly because they didn’t know he was a very famous celebrity. and he liked it that way. this was his little getaway. a place he could hide and go for a walk without his picture being taken. after touring or doing interviews, when he had more than a month of relaxing, he would come here and rest.

it was his second home, but our first. together, it was our little winter wonderland. the snow would cover the naked trees like a thick and soft blanket of snow. of course it tried to cover the pine trees, but failed, and instead piled up under the bristles of the branches. no one knew of our little secret hideaway town. and we liked to keep it that way.

our home was a small and simple two story cabin. bedroom and bathroom upstairs, kitchen and living room downstairs. we were always comfortable and cozy during snow days like these. together, we would spend the day gathered by the fireplace, talking and listening to music blast through the record table. and tonight was one of those nights.

I hold the door open for Shawn and some cold air rushes in through the door. some snowflakes fall at my red fuzzy sock covered feet. I shiver behind the wooden door and poke my head out. Shawn grunts as he drags the tree in the house. his nose is red from the cold and there’s a few flakes caught in his brow, eyelashes, and the little curls of his hair that peek out from under his hat. the tree is fully in the house by the time I close the door, locking it in the process. the wind howls and blows more flakes of snow.

Shawn removes his jacket and shoes. I take his coat from his hands and hang it in the closet while he puts his shoes away. I place more wood in the fireplace and the fire crackles at the action.

“was it packed?” I asked Shawn as I went over to the kitchen. “at Carl’s?” I grab two mugs and fill them with hot chocolate before topping it with whipped cream, mini marshmallows, and some sprinkles of cinnamon.

“yeah,” Shawn replies. “like crazy.”

“did you stop by Nancy’s?”

“I didn’t get a chance to. her diner was more packed than the lot.”

“really?” I ask.

“yeah. the news says that there’s gonna be a small blizzard. I guess people want to stock up on the pies.”

I walk back to the living room and find Shawn sitting in front of the fireplace. his back is to me as his hands are out to the fire. in the corner stands the tree in its holder. I carefully sit down on the floor next to him and hand him a mug. he takes it from my hands and sets it on the floor.

the fire gives a warm glow to his skin and makes his eyes look brown. I lean in and wipe a snowflake from his eyebrow and it melts on my skin.

“I got caught in the blizzard.” Shawn tells me. his cold hand takes my warm hands in his. he rubs his hands over mine in an attempt to warm his up faster.

“I can tell,” I nod. “it looks like you have crazy dandruff.”

he shakes his head and some of the snowflakes disappear. I smile as he slowly picks his head up. our eyes meet and I’m slowly reminded of the night we met.

“do you remember when we met?” I ask him. our hands are still together.

“all the time,” Shawn replies. his cheeks have gotten a slight rosy tint to it.

“it was during a blizzard like this. you came in with cold hands and a red nose and you sat in my section.”

I worked at Nancy’s serving tables to help pay my way through college. Shawn had came in, sat right down, and took out his writing journal and began writing so much he had to borrow my pens.

Shawn lets go of my hands and stands up. I give a look of confusion and see that he’s gone to the vinyl turntable. his hands wander through the records before he pull one out and places it under the needle. instantly, Winter Wonderland comes on.

“come on.” Shawn grabs my hand and picks me up. our mugs of hot chocolate rest by the fire as we stand together. he places a hand at my hip and holds onto my other hand. my free hand goes to his shoulder and I tilt my head back in the slightest as I look up at him.

sleigh bells ring, are you listening?” Shawn signs along to the song. I laugh and shake my head as he continues to sing, changing his voice to do an impression.

“what on Earth are you doing?” I ask.

“what? you don’t like this song? if you hate this song, sorry to break it to ya, but we’re going to have to break up.”

I shake my head and rest my head against his chest while he continues to sing and lightly sway our bodies. the beat changes and trumpets begin to blare through the house. Shawn takes my hand and spins me before placing a hand at my back and dipping me. I laugh as he rolls me out before lightly pulling at my hand and rolling me back in. my back is against his chest and he holds onto my other hand.

in the meadow we can build snowman,” Shawn continues to sing in my ear lightly. a smile tugs at my lips and I burst into little chuckles. I glance down and see that the whipped cream has dissipated into the hot liquid, the marshmallows looking like they will, too.

later on, we’ll conspire, as we dream by the fire. come on, you know the words.” he says in my ear.

to face unafraid, the plans that we’ve made,” I sing along. “walking in a winter wonderland.”

“walking in a winter wonderland.”

Shawn sings the final lines of the song and rolls me back out once more before spinning me in. he takes my hand in his, his other hand resting lightly at my hip as we sway in front of the fire. the warm light glows across his face and my heartbeat quickens as the song finishes and goes to the next song on the album. with the new song continuing to play, Shawn continues to sing, “walking in a winter wonderland.”

my hands go around his neck and his hands rest at my waist as we slowly sway; a smile at my lips while he continues to sing the song.



“stop singing and just kiss me.”

“my pleasure.”

he leans in and his lips brush against mine before he kisses me. the fire crackles beside us and our marshmallows have disappeared into the hot chocolate. the wind continues to howl outside and more snow begins to fall outside. as much as I love the snow, I would rather be here with Shawn and enjoying the view from indoors as if we were in our own snow globe of a cabin.

he breaks the kiss to smile and sing to me again, “walking in a winter wonderland.”

I repeat, “walking in a winter wonderland.”