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natures-marvel · 2 months

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Hello, hello everybody!

I hereby bring to you...the very first fic of Vasantblr!

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Soft is not weak

Summary : 2 Times Vasanta was someone's friend and the one time...he was someone's worst nightmare

Tags : No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count : 1682

1. Arjun

Arjun became friends with Vasanta when he was once on a stroll with Madhav.

They had been roaming around the market when the exotic and sweet smell of various flowers hit their noses and they decided to follow the enchanting scent to its source.

There was a shop of flowers and the man who was selling them had a bright smile on his face, beckoning anyone and everyone to buy his flowers.

As they got closer to the shop, Kanha narrowed his eyes at the man as he got a feeling that he had seen him somewhere. And then, it struck him.

“Nalin?” Madhav called out suspiciously as he approached him, leaving Arjun in confusion.

The man, Nalin, looked at the voice and turned his head towards them. His smiling face faltered for a bit in confusion and then brightened up even more if possible.

"Madhav!”

Nalin rushed to Madhav and picked him up in a tight embrace.

"Nalin, you can put me down,” the dark skinned man told him in a strained voice, being thoroughly hugged and suffocated by him.

“It's been so long since I have seen you!”

Arjun was almost sure Madhav was about to die of suffocation, the way he was turning blue, so he prepared to pull Nalin away if he had to but thankfully, the said man put him down that instant.

Madhav gasped for a few moments, trying to catch his breath as the man kept on chatting to him, oblivious to his friend’s near death experience.

“This is…Arjun….by the way,” Kanha introduced him between gasps, the overjoyed man’s gaze now turned to him. “Tritiya Pandava of Hastinapur and the best archer in the world.”

Arjun blushed at the comment but held out a hand to shake. Nalin shook his hand, thankfully, and led him to his shop.

He explained excitedly about all the flowers, their details and everything and anything about them.

His excitement and happiness was contagious and soon, Arjun got caught into it too, laughing and smiling along with him.

Needless to say after the encounter, Arjun decided they would be really good friends and thus, started to visit him more often whenever he was in Dwarka.

He was caught in the man’s radiant aura, happy-go-lucky attitude and sweet humor and started loosening up a bit more.

Arjun was glad that Nalin had become one of his closest friends along with Madhav.

As for Madhav, whenever he would sometimes visit Nalin without him, it would amuse the man too much.

He didn’t know why he would be so smug whenever he met Nalin alone but got jealous for anyone else but decided to not pay it too much attention.

Until he got his answer at his wedding to Subhadra where Vasanta was invited too.

“Say Nalin,” Parth asked him in full mischief. “Don’t you think our Parth needs more flowers?”

He said, referring to Arjun who was covered till his waist in flowers while Subhadra was giggling at the small shower of petals raining on her gently.

“That is such a great idea!”

It was then Arjun decided they were no longer friends as exactly one breath later, he was seeing, breathing, feeling and smelling only flowers.

“Are you okay, Parth?” Vasant’s voice called out to him.

In response, he only gave him a thumbs up from inside the hurricane of flowers.

He might not like the man for his antics, but Vasanta was such a sweetheart that Indra would curse him to hell and back if he even thought of saying ill about him.

He only wished Vasant would stop hanging out with Madhav.

2. Kama

One fine day, Vasant had found Kamdev with his head in his hands and looking absolutely desolate.

“Manmatha?”

The said god looked up to him with unshed tears in his eyes.

“What is it?! Is something wrong?!” Vasant asked him, alarmed.

He mumbled something gibberish but Vasant could make out the “Rati” from his nonsensical gibberish.

It was no news to him that Kama was trying to woo Rati as he was smitten with her but so far, he had no luck. And if he deduced right, Kama was moping exactly about that.

“Manmatha,” he said softly. “Say it all again, but louder and clearer.”

“I want to impress Rati and we are going to meet at sunset today,” Kama replied, still wearing the same expression.

He gasped at that. “That is such great news! But why are you sad?!”

“Its because the place we are meeting at is a desert and I found out from one of my doots that she loves flowers!” He wailed. “She said, she was returning to her home and that place is the only place she would be able to meet! How will I woo her in a desert of all places?!”

He wailed again and buried his head again in one of his hands.

And so did Vasant. Not out of desolation but experasation.

“And did you forget that you are friends with the literal God of Spring?” Vasant asked, removing his hand from his face and totally calm but still experasated at him. “I don't know, you could just ask me to create that desert into a springfield?”

“Wait, will you do that for me?” Kama looked up at him, hopeful.

“Only to stop your moping like a rejected lover.”

True to his word, Vasanta went there with Kama before sunset and with a little bit of focus and mumbling of mantras, the desert with oceans of sand was now turned into a springfield.

The field contained flowers of different and all kinds and the air was filled with their scent instead of the dry sand and the winds’.

When Rati had almost arrived, Vasanta quickly dived behind a bush and watched everything unfold.

Rati was astonished and happily surprised to see the flowers. She ran through the field of flowers with laughter and beamed at Kama with happiness.

Manmatha could only smile at her shyly as he saw her radiant, unabashed happiness because of him.

Or more likely, because of Vasant.

In conclusion, Vasanta was hugged so rigorously by Manmatha that he had turned blue and would have surely died if he didn't choose that moment to put him down.

While Vasanta was still catching his breath, gasping loudly for oxygen, Kama stayed unaware of it all, still giddily talking about how Rati had started to fall for him.

Vasanta now wished he hadn’t helped him.

+1 The Asurs

There was a war going on in Devlok and Vishnu, as usual, had to sit on the sidelines, while Indra led the Devlok army against the asuras.

It was their usual routine: some asur, who had nothing better to do with his life, sat meditating to Shiva for years to ask for a powerful boon.

Shiva, impressed by the devotion (and learning no lesson from his previous encounters), granted it to the asura and now, that asura had come with an army to overthrow Indra.

When Indra had to come to them for help, all he and Brahma could do was to give a look to Shiva before promising he would send the devas for help.

This boon forbade him, Shiva, Brahma and many other Gods and Goddesses from laying a finger on any asuras and currently, the fight was not on their side as the devlok army was getting injured badly.

He was getting worried because if they lost this war, the asurs would truly take over the Devlok and they were only a breath away from it happening.

Suddenly, he got a bright idea and summoned Naradmuni.

“Summon Vasant for me.”

So what if he cannot fight the war? He can certainly find loopholes to tilt this war in their favor.

As soon as Vasant was summoned, Vishnu deliberately moved in front of a dangerous attack to take it for himself and cried out as much as he could to get Vasanta’s attention.

He really was injured but played it up just a bit extra as Vasanta’s eyes widened and he rushed to him.

“Deva! Deva! What happened?! Are you okay?!” Vasanta cried out as he took him in his arms and laid him gently on the ground.

“I don’t know,” he weakly whispered. A half lie. But not totally because the attack was indeed dangerous and found himself losing conciousness.

“No, no, please, no,” Vasanta begged to him tearfully but Vishnu only smiled at him before he fainted, hoping Vasanta did what he had to.

As soon as his friend passed out in his arms, Vasanta called one of the soldiers and asked to get him away safely.

Then taking a deep breath, he summoned a spell with anger.

A vine shot out of his hand, grabbing the asur suddenly by the neck that had attacked Vishnu and choking him for a good measure before snapping his neck.

This attracted some other asurs who charged towards him and met the same fate as the first one, being bombarded, suffocated and killed with the vines that Vasanta unleashed on them.

Very soon, Vasanta took on the entire army by himself, using flowers, leaves vines and creepers to kill every single one of the asurs.

The entire Devlok could only stare in awe at Vasant’s fighting prowess, the usually gentle and happy-go-lucky God now unleashing his lethal side to the fullest and lay waste to the entire army.

The finale was even more spectacular.

The asur who had asked for the boon was being killed by first being tied up with the creepers and then, getting stuffed with flowers inside his throat until he suffocated slowly to his death.

Vasanta only looked at the Devas with the same look he had killed the entire asur army with, making everyone flinch in fear, and then, proceeded to go to check on his friend.

After that war, needless to say, no one in the Devlok or Paatal lok underestimated or mocked Vasanta for being gentle ever again.

After all, the underestimation of Vasanta from the Asur was what had got him and his army killed and Vishnu had used that loophole to the fullest.

Narayan only smiled at the entire turn of events.

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