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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 (Yves x GN reader)

↬🌸 A date with Yves in late spring.

Yves Kloss x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Dates; Gardens; Tea Parties: Reading; Birds; Tea snacks; Afternoon Naps; Some humor • wordcount: 1, 239 • masterlist

a/n: after 200+ fics, this is my first time fully writing one on my phone 😂 I'm nervous! It didn't come natural to me and it felt different from my usual stuff, but I'm away from home and I had to finish it before the challenge ends 🥺 Inspired by that one time I walked by an apple tree in full bloom in the morning, and the pavement was completely covered in its petals when I returned just a few hours later...I made a poll asking you which character you'd like to see in a spring-themed fic, and here we are, with the winner! Yves + prompts 4. Gardens; 7. Flower Crowns; 14. Birds Chirping (fluff) for Spring Showers, Spring Flowers Challenge by the lovely @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess 💖 Hope you enjoy!

Spring is too short.

And unlike the endless duties of those who buzz around the palace, much like the busy bees outside, it has an end. A prince with a penchant for all things beautiful and his equally gracious lover would naturally want to make the most of the season.

Too bad they're just like the bees. And when they are to finally catch a break, the gardens are simply calling for them with the promise of an apple blossom-scented date.

Book in one hand and Yves' hand in the other, you shield your gaze from the suddenly dazzling sun, somehow having missed the mundane act of it.

"Make yourself comfortable. Don't stand so stiffly, this is no tea ceremony with officials."

Watching the back of the bulter that served you tea as he walks away, you move your gaze back on Yves and his kind suggestion. Reclining back and enjoying your book, sitting back up just for a small sip... it does seem pleasant.

"But in your presence, Prince Yves..."

"Don't be like that! You deserve a rest. Besides, I'm fine where I am."

Yves' bright smile is a little too much to argue with. A small sigh leaves your tea-warmed lips as you sink further into the settee.

You and Yves have been dating for some time now, the golden middle of feels-like-forever meeting 'every sensation is new like we only became a thing yesterday'... so much to be felt. Being comfortable in his company is swept by a current of bubbling excitement, of fixating on his every little gesture, of hearing the echo of his words in his head for so long after spoken words of love.

As for him? He seems to have it even worse. The crystal-clear oceans in his eyes waver in turbulence as you look up from your book (not a single full sentence yet read...) to meet his gaze, flashing him a content smile. He smiles back, awkwardly, tipping his chin slightly up to match his usual poise. His eyes though, they linger on your form... For a second you stiffen, sure that it has to do with your current posture - legs folded sideways and rested on the settee - and you consider putting them back down. But Yves just cleans his throat and stands up from the tea table.

"I... Have something I need to do. It won't take long so please wait for me here and enjoy your book!"

And then he's gone.

You blink as the pink of his cape camouflages among the magnolias and fully disappears in another second, leaving you wondering what businesses Yves could possibly have further ahead in the garden...

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The book you've acquired puts an old saying to shame as it proves to be as magical as its cover, the further into it you get. In a world of flowers and fairies two people find love, and you wonder with how much the emotion makes your eyes sparkle, if every romance book should be marked as having magical elements.

When the chirping of birds becomes louder than the narrative in your head, you look up from your book to find two round little sparrows perched on the wrought iron chair Yves was seated in. You figure you've been as still and tranquil as a garden statue, enough for the two little balls of fluff to dauntlessly approach the table.

'Too bad that not even crumbs are left when Yves' baked treats are brought to the table...', you don't say out loud, seeking their company for longer. It's true, you've already eaten his delicious tea snack... And now you're not immune, and definitely not in this picture perfect afternoon, to getting sleepy.

Suppressing a yawn, you notice how the warm breeze brings a swirl of fallen petals down on you. With the apple blossom standing tall above you, it's no surprise that all nearby surfaces are adorned with the little pinkish white petals. There are some on your clothes, too.

Yes, beauty could be found behind the hard covers of the book too, sometimes. And speaking of it...

'Where did you go, Yves?'

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"-falling asleep in a place like this!"

Something is threatening your sacred nap. It's melodic but carries a hint of panic...

"-or if it has gotten cold?!"

It's familiar, yet it could as well be a part of the ambience and nothing more...

"Wake up already!!"

Eyes blinking into focus, the weight of a good nap is persuading you into resting them for a little longer... But you recognize the pinched face of your lover.

"Prince Yves!! I've fallen asleep..."

You lift yourself from the cozy curled-up position you've been holding for awhile now, limbs begging for that nice after-sleep stretch out. And in the improvising version of doing so in front of a wide-eyed Yves, you discover said limbs - and your whole body, actually - covered in fallen apple blossom petals.

"So much of them..."

"You're BURIED in them! It's like you've been out in the snow!"

Truly, it does resemble a thin layer of snow... you should probably get to your feet and shake them off, but solving the riddle behind Yves' strange demeanor takes priority. Taking a better look at him, the last bits of sleepiness make way for becoming more perceptive, and you can't help but gasp.

"What happened to you?!"

Hair slightly unkempt and a mud stain spoiling the beauty of his visage, the lower your eyes go, the more they're met with striking surprise. His clothes are a mess! Splotches of green stain his trousers and blazer, as well as his cape, likely caused by a close and rough encounter with the grass...but why?

"I... Wanted to make this for you."

Only now you notice the hand hidden behind his back, now brought into sight along with the item it holds.

"A flower crown?"

Yves meets your gaze with barely hidden embarrassment.

"Y-You looked so pretty earlier, it would've been bad taste not to present you with something! And there are all kinds of flowers blooming now, and I've seen you admire all of them...it was hard to choose, you know! And then there were these stupid traps laid all over the garden...!"

That explains a lot... Poor Yves. There's something laughable in his eagerness to go through all of this despite the obstacles, but it's equally touching.

"it's so pretty! Thank you so much! I don't know what to say..."

The sweet smile is back on Yves' face, but the furrowing of his brow returns as he motions to place the crown on your head.

"I wonder if that's needed at all, with you being practically buried in flowers already!"

A chuckle rises to your lips but you don't want to disrespect his efforts, so you begin to brush the petals away - only to be stopped by Yves' gentle hand landing on yours.

"Let me look at how pretty you are a little longer, okay? I was away all afternoon..."

The heat blooming on your face is reasonable given how unexpectedly sweet his words are, yet you wish your composure was harder to break. You nod and a single petal sticking to your head falls down in a slow dance.

You hold your head lowered though, signaling your desire to have that flower crown finally on your head; choosing to bear even the additional heat that would inevitably come to your face with it.

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ama-kitkat123 · 5 years

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So I had quite the adventurous dream last night.

I was boarding a plane, a very fancy, high-class, almost futuristic plane and there was this boy I was with. He was pretty cute, we were in love (I think? Maybe just intimate) and we were finding somewhere private to... idk, make out or something. I forgot most of it but I vividly remember finding a trapdoor and then opening it and finding another trapdoor and then another and then another, and the boy told me in a panic that we had arrived at our destination, and we had to get off the plane.

So there was an abrupt transition to me in the car with my Dad; the car was his Tesla too. It was dark, we were talking, and then I noticed the silhouette of a tall, thin, almost eldritch figure and I dropped down in a panic. "Dad, there's a weird stranger/monster at the door, and it's coming closer and closer--" I whimpered. There was a long pause and Dad replied "Oh, it was some 14-year-old girl. She was pregnant. I gave her some money to buy food. Poor girl."

He then started to drive and taught me a lesson about... something. I think it was responsibility? Anyhow, as he lectured me on whatever topic that had sparked fron the recent event, we started heading down a really, really, steep hill that twirled around in a corkscrew shape, so we were going round and round and round; down down down we go.

Now that I think about it, it wasn't really a hill, just some weirdly-designed highway with some grass.

Anyhow, we arrived at this boat port, it was night by now, and there were these weirdly-scaled boats. From a distance they seemed huge and tall, but as we walked closer, they seemed to get smaller and smaller, but still technically kept the same size through my eyes. There was a large Hispanic family made entirely up of women, mothers, aunts, and daughters. They took up two of these boats, and there was, conveniently, just one spot left for me. Now, these boats had a several holes in them where you sat. The holes were virtually the same, but could fit many body types almost perfectly. Anyhow, I hugged and kissed my Dad goodbye, got in the boat, gripped the sides (since you were supposed to do that apparently) and there was a television program that put a bunch of disclaimers and debunk a bunch of myths that surrounded these boats. "If you experience extreme rocking, dont worry, you won't fall out, that's just how the boat works." "The boat will not turn 360 degrees. It cannot go that far." And then we set off.

We immediately started rocking heavily from side to side, and the Hispanic family got scared. I didn't, for some reason. Just held on to the sides. We then went through this warm-lighted wooden/steel canal and got on a floating... penthouse? I ran around and played with the daughters of the Hispanic family, and we explored the house. The house was huge on the inside, and had a lot of bathrooms. At least 15. And all had just a toilet and a sink. And they all had human waste in them a wasn't flushed. Eww!

So eventually I ran so fast that I had crashed naked into a pile of snow on a new port. I had arrived at my next destination. The snow was not very cold, just a little cool. I look up from the snow to see an Asian-looking lady in a flight attendant outfit squatting and looking down on me. It was snowing. "Hello, little girl. I am going to help you on this next flight," she said in a friendly manner. "Where am I? Are we in Russia?" I asked. "No. We are in Thai," she replied. She said "Thai" like "thigh" and it wasn't Thailand. Just Thai. I looked out to the water next to me to see the house with the Hispanic family in it. It was a lot smaller than it seemed on the inside, and looked like a literal rectangle. It turned around and sped of into the water. "Come," the flight attendant said, and held out her hand to help me up.

We boarded not a plane, but another boat, but not the yellow rocking boats. A legitimate crew ship. There was a fancy party going on and I specifically remember being served a dish by two bulters, one Asian and another English; a dish called Auberdine.

(Likely meant to be Aubergine, but it looked nothing like Aubergine.)

It was a [supposedly] Thai dish. It was bowtie pasta with tomato sauce stacked like lasagna. There were two kinds. One with cheese, and one without; we were almost at the next destination. I tried both quickly and said that the cheese one was better.

And then I woke up.

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dantelle5 · 6 years

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My First Dairy (10th December 19-/)/)

Dear Dairy

My name is Dantelle and I live with my husband, kids and a bulter at the Swamp.

I from the family Smorgreta who work with royal queen, I also had four sisters and a brother named Elenrose, Ophelia, Marina, Sakura and brother Mayo.

When I in teen hood,

falls in loves of my husband but we got mirrage and had children named Minicer and Elizabeth but we also decided hading a child named Lucina of female or Marth of male

(*fire emblem refe*)

I live in the swamp of Irondere, it very dangerous place in theory but it lots of mud and quicksand can sinks in.

I love mud, it makes me healing and healthy but can get clean all days.

I hading a question about me in the pull soon.

So I well see you soon.

Dantelle O’Donnell

Ps. it well be my birthday at 2 weeks soon.

#dantelle_oc #dantelle #diary #dear diary #story #fiction #originalcharacter #oc

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theherblifeblog · 5 years

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Sisters and Allies, It's Time to Get Pissed and Take Action

Story by: Leighana Martindale

The 25 men listed below are the state senators from Alabama that voted yes on House Bill 314, also known as the “Human Life Protection Act”. This bill criminalizes and prohibits abortion or attempted abortion, except in cases where "abortion is necessary in order to prevent a serious health risk to the unborn child's mother,”.

This bill goes a step further, reclassifying abortion as a Class A felony, punishable by up to 99 years in prison.

99 years in prison for abortion

Let’s think about that, 99 fucking years in prison for getting an abortion. But oh, you may be thinking, what happens to rapists? Rapists see ONLY 10 YEARS IN PRISON, and are usually out within 5.

I’m going to repeat that again so it truly sinks in.

ABORTIONS = 99 years in prison

RAPE = 10 years in prison

Yeah.. So the next question is what do we do?

SPEAK UP, STAND OUT, USE YOUR VOICE.

You may think you don’t have a loud voice and can’t create change, but that is not true and exactly what men like these 25 assholes want you to believe.

Even if you only managed to change one person's mind, or just brought this vitally important topic to their attention, you are making a positive impact. Remember that.

Let’s brainstorm some actions that we can take today:

Take ACTION:

Grab your pens and laptop > write letters to these 25 men; write letters to your state senators and representatives.

Call your senators and your representatives, tell them to withdraw their support for Wendy Vitter

Donate to grassroots organizations working in the states that have been affected by this bullshit:

Ohio: Women Have Options Ohio

Georgia: ARC-Southeast

Alabama: Yellowhammer Fund

Protest Peacefully > Keep your ears open for marching opportunities, etc.

Get with your sisters, smoke a joint or two and talk it out. Being with women who have the same morals, supporting each other and just talking can help keep you semi-sane through these times.

Periods for Power

Let’s take a lesson out of our sister’s books: Periods for Pence.

Indiana women have know how to make change happen, they’ve been doing it for years. Mike Pence, being the scum sucking horrible toxic human being that he is, has received thousands upon thousands of letters and mail items containing graphic yet real and vividly accurate stories about our experiences as women. Revolving mostly around the bloody effects of our periods.

With all these laws being passed, our bodies as women are obviously of high interest to these men. So why leave out any of the mystery? Let’s explain, in vivid details what is like to have a menstrual cycle, to go through an abortion, to carry an unwanted pregnancy, to give birth, to be raped or assulted or to have ANY of the plethora of issues that we as women have with our reproductive systems.

These men said YES to House Bill 314

Here are the 25 men who voted yes contact information. Please write whatever is in your heart and email, mail, or call these men. Let’s flood their inboxes and let them know, we see them, and we are coming for their seats.

Greg Albritton

District 22

(334) 261-0785

11 S Union St. #727

Montgomery, AL 36130