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P.1. Sun-Lilies

Heart Of Datura Series

Part One

Pairings: Feysand x Autistic OC

Summary: Ivelle decides to spend some time in Elain’s garden not expecting to meet the High Lady, even though it is their home.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Tags: Fluff, Kind of a meet cute? Awkward social interactions.

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I sat down next to the microscope with a small huff, carefully placing the slide with the sample underneath the lenses. The silver device was engraved with gold inlays and beauitful carvings of vine and it worked wonders. Of course she had cost me quite a pretty coin it was worth it. Anything new coming out of Dawn's ressearch center's usually was.

I couldn't help the excitement that churned in my gut as I pressed my eye to the lenses. I'd been working with plants for almost two centuries and with this device I was hoping it not only upleveled my skill but also assisted me in catching sicknesses before they had a chance to spread throughout my nursery.

A sudden knock pulled me out of my thoughts and I jumped at the unexepcted sound. The door to my greenhouse in the back of the shop opening and I didn't pull my attention away from the cells I was currently looking at it in awe, besides I already knew it was Bria she was the only other employee here besides me.

"What's up hon?" I asked, twisting one of the dials on my new toy, gleefuly watching the cells in front of me grow closer. "I'm so sorry for interuptting you but someone's here to see you?"

That pulled my attention away and I furred my brows at the blue-skinned fae, her pearlescent wings fluttering slightly behind her. "What? I don't have any appointments until…"

I drifted my gaze to the clock above her head and my stomach dropped, it was thirty minutes past two. "Oh fuck-" I jumped up, barely shucking off my gloves before I walked into the adjoining shop.

Bottles and tinctures lined the dark wooden shelves, plants covering or hanging from any surface that wasn't being taken over by medicinal potions, teas and some treats for sale too I usually made a few doors down.

Elain was standing by the cashier desk, brightening when she saw me. As soon as I made eye contact with her I ran over to her. "I am so so sorry! I completely lost track of the time! A few shipments arrived early and this whole morning I was having issues with these damned tempatures runes in the nursery." I explained, guilt eating my stomach so violently I felt a little sick, I was supposed to meet her nearly two hours ago.

Elain just laughed softly giving me a quick hug. "It's alright trust me. I'm not mad I figured you were up to something and thought I'd peek in and see if you were alirght, besides I was taking care of Nyx this morning."

Even though she said it was okay, I still felt quite horrible. Biting my lower lip. "No, no really Elain I'm so sorry. Let me buy you a coffee and then we can head out I promise!"

Elain just shook her head. "Nonsense it ok I promise. Do you still want to take a look today? Another day can easily work for me."

"No. No. Today works, let me grab my things. Again. I am so sorry." I turned to Bria who had been pretending not to listen with an amused smile on her face. "I'm helping Elain transition some of the herbs she got in Day when the Runemaster get's here will you deal with him?"

Bria nodded dutifully and I gave Elain a quick squeeze on the shoulder before heading to my rooms upstairs to change.

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After practically shoving an apology scone and tea down Elain's throat at a cute a little bakery on our walk to her home we finally arrived at the High Lord and Lady's estate.

Nerves prickled my stomach as Elain guided me throughout the large house to get to the gardens. From what I could see the house itself had carvings, beautiful marble and rich curtains. Extravagant art adorned the walls and even though a lot of the rooms were clearly made for comfort it still screamed opulance.

It only reminded me I was in the Night Court ruler's home and a shiver skittered down my spine. Finally Elain opened the glass doors to the sprawling gardens outside.

My breath caught in my throat. Elain had always talked about her work in her home but to actually see it was another thing. "Wow." I breathed out, my nerves slightly subsided as we walked on the cobbled path leading throughout it. My eyes bouncing from every single plant as we did.

"You like it?"

"Elain. This is gorgeous!" I empathized, turning to face the female and made direct eye contact so she would know the weight of my words. "You might even have a bigger garden than I do!"

My friend gave me a bright smile, an even brighter blush spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you but I didn't do it alone." I internally rolled my eyes, she needed to get better at receiving compliments. "You practically built this whole land by yourself."

"Oh hush."

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips, all my nerves had completely dissipated. The familiar sounds of insects humming, the rustle of the wind in my hair, the smell of the earth itself- it all calmed me and I let myself breath a little deeper.

When Elain showed me the bed she wanted her new sun-lilies to go and we got to creating a perfect environment for them to thrive in. The dirt itself seemed to greet me and I allowed myself to get lost in the feeling of the earth on my hands as we worked.

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"He said that??" I gasped as Elain nodded, the sun was setting over the garden and Elain simply basked in the golden rays. It highlighted her curls and freckled cheeks- she was made to revel in the sun's light.

We were covered in dirt, but at least we were almost done. I reached into my bag to grab some homemade fertilizer and mineral treatment that worked 9 times out of 10 and sprinked some on the exotic flowers that seemed to glow just as bright as Elain in the golden light. "Yes. He did! I honestly didn't know what to do so I made up some random excuse on the spot."

I let out a light chuckle at that, ever since Lucien and whatever had happened with Azriel that she still wouldn't tell me. I had encouraged her to step out of her comfort zone, just a little bit and to get dating or doing something she had never done before, a few supervised vactions had turned into venturing on a date which turned into three, which turned into five. "Well what did you say?"

"I told him I had an emergency appointment I forgot about and just left."

I couldn't help the full body laugh the escaped me, even as Elain scolded me a bright red on her cheeks. "It's not funny!"

I buried my face in my shoulder trying to keep myself under control but Elain's furious face looked all scrunched up and wrong on the usually soft female and I couldn't help but laugh even harded.

She whisper yelled my name again and finally I could sort-of breath again. "I just- I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I gasped out and she flicked a seed at me, which only had me laughing again.

"I'm sorry. you're right, it's just your sister is High Lady and you couldn't come up with a better excuse?" I teased.

"Oh Gods." She groaned hiding her face in her hands. "It's just.. he was so- and I'm not good at these kind of things!"

I laughed again and she flicked another seed at me. "It's not funny." She lectured me again and I took a deep breath. Smoothing my dirty trousers with my even dirtier hands. "You're right. You're right. It's not funny." I repeated.

A beat of silence passed and we looked at each other. Then both of us started laughing again.

After a few moments a shadow fell over us and we strained up to see who it was. The precense of another person sobering me up and the laughter faded. "Elain there you are." The female nodded in greeting and Elain smiled. "Feyre hi, this is my friend Ivelle."

Feyre. Feyre.

The High Lady of the Night Court was standing above me

- and she was breath-takingly beautiful.

Deep blue-grey eyes searched mine and I quickly looked away. Fiddling with my hands as Elain told the High Lady what my name was. "Oh! This is the friend you've been telling us about!" Her melodic voice fluttered with the wind as if they were old friends creating a perfect harmony.

"Yes, I'm so glad you can finally meet." Elain clasped her hands together and after a beat of silence- where they waiting for me to talk?

oh fuck.

What do I say to a High Lady whose home I'm in? Whose lands' I've tended to? Do I get up and bow? Embarrsement curled in my gut, centuries of being alive yet I can't remember how to act in front of royalty. Much less a beautiful female.

I stood up, unable to meet her curious gaze, instead noticing the comforting blues and blacks of her clothes.

"It's so nice to meet you! Elain talks of you often." I rushed out offering her my hand and winced when I remembered the dirt buried underneath my nails and spread across my palms.

I moved to lower my hand after remembering but The High Lady was quick and she clasped her callous hand around mine. Her touch sending shivers down my spine. "It's nice to meet you too Ivelle" My name tumbled out of her lips and it had never sounded pretty than right now.

I moved to bow after that, despite Elain's stories of her family being more casual than other courts but she stopped me. "Oh none of that please, you'll make me feel as old as Rhys."

Elain chuckled and I bit my lip to stop myself from following her. Probably wasn't a good idea to make fun of a powerful fae I'd never even met.

"I see you planted Helion's gift." Feyre mentioned next and Elain finally stood up, screwing the lid back on my plant treatment and handing it to me. "Yes, we're hoping it takes well to the soil. Spent all day trying to recreate Day's fertility but we'll see it goes."

"Oh they'll be fine. Lilies are usually resilient." The words tumbled out before I could stop them and Elain nodded in agreement, even as her brow pinched slightly.

"That's wonderful, Elain said she's been consulting you in her work out here."

I nodded unable to stop pride from gleaming in my chest, my growing friendship with the Seer was one I'd valued very much, and although she didn't seem to fully understand my brain she worked hard to and that always meant a lot. "Yes. I've been working with plants for a while."

"We owe you both a big thanks, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Feyre's gaze landed on mine, had she been looking at me the whole time and I didn't know? Or was she just directing her attention onto me now?

Either way, now I couldn't escape her heavy gaze and whatever emotions I couldn't decipher were swirling in them almost had me saying yes.

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A/N: Finally getting this series out of my drafts! What do y'all think?

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sp0o0kylights · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all.

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”

Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

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