“…thousands of these petals are floating weightlessly through the air, and you can see in the middle of this pond, a beautiful towering cherry blossom tree has appeared. And it’s where these petals are just sort of flying off of. And, as far as tree’s go, it’s the prettiest one you’ve ever seen.”
Summary: You reminisce back to the hot summer days you spent as a camp counselor and fell for your first love, Vernon.
Genre: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 3,842
It was in the beginning of July, violet season, when each year tiny petals floated through humid winds, pilling at the base of trees, coating cars and filling empty canoes. The air was fragrant with their pollen, triggering seasonal allergies, but no one ever seemed to complain. The sight was too beautiful, too rich to wish away. The algae on the lake had finally disappeared, leaving nothing but crystal clear water to sparkle under the summer sun.
Head counselors scurried around the camp grounds with metal clipboards. Yellow cabins lined the dirt trail and an old tire swing could still be found suspended from an oak. It was as if you had never left. Time stood still in this place, like a snapshot of fond childhood memories that you could now relive. You stood on the grass looking around the campsite, recollecting past adventures of swimming in the warm lake and playing soccer on the field. Stepping into the food hall, you hurried to sign in. The room was full of busy people carrying trays and wiping down tables.
“I have one last request for you: are there other objects in this world that are as powerful as this belt? don’t let this happen again.”
and then you are blinded by another flash of light, an explosion of force that sort of throws back some of the water in this pool back on your face. and you’re blinded for just a moment, but as your sight returns, you realize you’re being buffeted by this thick whirlwind of these light pink petals. and they settle somewhat, and the wind settles somewhat, and thousands of these petals are floating weightlessly through the air. and you can see, in the middle of this pond, a beautiful towering cherry blossom tree has appeared. it’s where these petals are just sort of flying off of, and as far as trees go it’s the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. and at it’s base you see these roots and knots that are forming two vaguely humanoid shapes. one is sort of a shorter figure, lying in the embrace of a taller figure. and on the ground, in the water in front of them, you see a r a v e n mask and a r a m mask, and tucked neatly in between the two of them, you see the gaea sash.
a bit cliche since i know other people have written it, but how about genji coming back to hanamura for a mission and stumbling upon an old lover and finding out she had his kid during his absence?
[text] <<🔮🍃🌼💐🌼💐🍃🔮>>[Once Marley opens the text there is a light cascade of flower petals that float up in the air slowly spelling out 'Happy Ostara' before fading into code]
[The chime of her phone is startling at first. She’s assigned a different ring tone to subtly alert her when someone non-fae texts or calls, and considering both her photoshoot with Santana and her recent anonymous Q&A session, there’s no telling who that chime is from or what it entails.
She chances it and takes a peek - new text message from Tina Cohen-Chang.
It can’t be that bad, right?
She swipes left to open the text, catching a glimpse of the line-up of emojis before something catches her eye, suspended in the air before her. Her lips part in a silent ‘oh’, then slowly curve up into a surprised smile as the words ‘HAPPY OSTARA’ are formed by carefully piled petals of pink, white, yellow, and more. Tina couldn’t possibly know that Ostara is one of her most favorite sabbats - though the profuse use of flowers and relevance to the arrival of spring probably makes a lot of sense - but she can’t help appreciating the thoughtfulness of the text all the same.
She really shouldn’t, but she makes a note to text Tina back the moment she gets a chance to.]
“Yes~…, I AM down in the dumbs, because when I walk thr~ough that door~..I might as well have a dunce hat on my head, showing up with a late ge'ift…”
*comes with a little caddy of wine, on a teacart, with a big white bloodstained teddy bear with a bow around its neck (and a little tiny angel charm just to get it past Vatican security)* “I’m so sorr'y, Luke…I hope you can for'give me, the'is cer'tainly isn’t enough, not even a fr'action of enough..But…Alas…”
*cue all floating rose petals and shoujo sparkles* “Oh, Your Grace~~” *eyes low-lidded, aflutter, he leans forth. Settles a gloved hand at the bishop’s cheek, raising his chin with his thumb* “Come, now…You’re an awfully busy man, I know~ I understand…You don’t honestly expect me to smite you for one little slip, do you? Especially after getting me something almost as utterly adorable as yourself~”