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shadow--writer · 3 years

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Tell me why I get This Feeling, That you Really Wanna Make me Yours

hmm once again on my bullshit (title!). This is all self indulgent lmao, just fluff and setting the stage

Maeve x Lucas. Playing fairies and catching magic. 4k (lol WHOOPS)

TW: none!

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She sighed, leaning against the counter. “This isn’t working,” she sighed. “You guys feel it too?”

She was teaching a small group today. Will, Andrew, Amanda, Lilith and little Emmie. None of which were paying attention to their spelling lessons.

Granted, neither was she.

“What say we stop the lessons here and go out to do something?” She stretched her arms above her head, adjusting her handkerchief. A lone butterfly fluttered in her stomach as she brushed the embroidered flowers.

“Do what?” Amanda asked, getting to her feet. Amanda liked to pretend to be hesitant but she was the one abandoning her studies the fastest.

Even so, Amanda was a bright young lady and Maeve was honoured to teach her.

“Yeah! What are we gonna do?” Lilith chimed in, shoving the papers away from her.

“Hmmm what if we go on a picnic? We can spend the afternoon in the fields.”

Emmie held her hands up, giggling. “Can we have a tea party?” she asked, her voice a high pitched squeak filled with laughter.

Maeve grinned, pushing herself off the counter. “Why of course milady! All the tea parties you want,” she said with a curtsy. It made the little girl clap her hands together.

Emmie was only five but her imagination was vivid and her excitement infectious.

“Can we play princess?”

“Well, aren’t you already a princess?” Maeve asked with a wink making the little girl giggle.

Lilith smiled. “We could put flowers in our hair,” she said to Emmie.

“Flowers?” The five year old’s eyes lit up. “Like what Ms. Maeve has! Will we get flowers like Ms. Maeve’s?”

Flowers like...oh.

Maeve chuckled, squatting down to ruffle the girl’s hair. “We’ll find even prettier flowers for you.”

Lilith smirked from where she stood with Amanda, picking at dirt under her nails. “Yeah but Maeve yours are better since they’re gifts from a certain someone~”

Maeve felt the tips of her ears go red. “Lucas is only a friend.”

Lilith’s smirk grew more catlike as she looked from her nails back to Maeve. “Mmhmm. But I never said his name.”

…shit she wasn’t wrong. Was she that easy to read?

“Lil Lil, don’t be mean,” Amanda said, bumping her shoulders against Lilith’s. “We all know it’s true, but you shouldn’t say it.”

Lilith’s cheeks were pink as she sulked. “Yeah yeah whatever. She makes it too easy.”

Maeve paused. Did she...make it too easy? They were only friends. Nothing else, but every time his name was mentioned she was…

Up like a dog.

Her cheeks burned. Okay so maybe the dog comparison wasn’t as off as she would’ve wanted it to be.

“Well, why don’t we invite him to come with us anyways? Lucas usually brings us something to eat as well when we go on lunch break.”

See? Maeve wasn’t so special. She needed to stop getting in a twist about the little gifts he brought her.

Especially the flowers.

“I don’t know...he has work you know. Not all of us can drop everything to go play.”

“Well I’m sure he’d like to go if you’re there,” Lilith muttered. Amanda elbowed her in the side, making her let out a small yelp.

“I can go see if he can,” Amanda offered. “Lil Lil and I could go.”

“But-”

“Lucas is coming?” Will asked, his eyes lighting up. “I wanna go with! I wanna go with!” He looked at Lilith, tugging on the skirt of her dress. “Can I go with you guys? Pleeeeease?”

Lilith and Amanda shared a look before nodding.

Maeve rubbed her temples, smiling. Oh this was going to be a mess. “Okay. You three go see if he wants to come along. I’ll take Emmie and Andrew to find a spot and get something sweet along the way. Don’t get your hopes up, he might not come.”

Lilith snorted, but it was Amanda who spoke. “Oh I’m sure he’ll come.”

Maeve pursed her lips, smiling a little. “Tell him...if he does...from me.” They nodded. She leaned in closer, mischief shining in her eyes. “Race ya.”

They ran into the field, tripping and falling. They rolled through the tall grass, laughing.

She made it there first, she noted with a hint of pride. She had made a stop to get something sweet to bring along, so she bought chocolate covered strawberries and little flakey pastries.

She kept walking, and stopped at the flatter part of the field, fluffing the blanket out. There was a small patch of trees and brush a little ways to their left, a patch of wildflowers in front of them.

Emmie rolled into the blanket, laughing loudly as she stared up at the sky.

Maeve put down the basket, sitting beside the giggling girl as she soaked up the sun.

“Ms. Maeve! Can I do your hair?” Emmie asked. Andrew was eating one of the pastries she brought, picking at the wheat.

Maeve blinked her eyes open. “Well I mean, of course.”

Emmie grinned, getting up and behind her. She knew her hair was going to be a mess. But it would be a cute mess.

A few moments later she could hear the chatter of Lilith and Amanda. Will’s laughter was loud above it all.

She looked over her shoulder to see Lilith running at her, telling Emmie about something or other.

And there was Lucas. He had Will up on his shoulders and a small basket with him.

She smiled. When he was close enough, she hummed a victory tune. “I win.”

He pretended to pout, but he was smiling. “I did make lunch.”

“I stopped to get something else to eat as well,” she hummed, her hair being tugged into a braid. “And yet I still won.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Lucas said, setting Will down.

“Emmie! Go get some flowers! We can pin them in the braids!” Lilith called, now taking over the mess that was Maeve’s hair.

“Flowers! Right!”

“I thought I was only getting my hair braided!”

Lilith peeked over her shoulder, smiling. “Yeah. But now we’re putting flowers in it!”

Maeve laughed, looking over at Lucas. He chuckled. “Flowers huh?”

She looked at his hair, it was a mess of soft looking curls. If she was getting all done up, so was he.

“Why don’t I do your hair?” she asked. “I brought some aloe just in case, and I can use it…” she reached out to touch a stray curl by his cheek. She brought her hand back quickly, like she’d been burned. “I-If you want to of course!”

“Sure!” he blurted out. “You can. I don’t mind. Just as long as the aloe comes out.”

“It will! I assure you.” She moved to get the basket, ignoring Lilith’s protests. She grabbed one of the aloe leaves, sitting back. She cracked the leaf open, ignoring the gel for a moment.

She looked up at Lucas, lips twisting as she thought for a moment. She ran her hands through his hair, untangling some of the knots she found and letting it rest in a more slicked back style. One curl was stubborn and kept falling into his eyes.

She leaned up onto her knees, Lilith moving with her to keep fixing the braids in her hair as Emmie brought back an armful of flowers.

Lucas watched her work, scooping a little bit of aloe onto her fingers and working it into his curls. It slowly started to slick back, that one stubborn curl still not working with her. She sulked, twisting it around one of her fingers and trying to pull it back.

No luck.

She combed her fingers back through his hair, watching it slick back into place. She gave up on the one curl falling between his eyes.

Lilith poked her with a flower stem. She let out a low hiss, sitting back down onto her legs. “There,” Maeve said with a smile. “All done.”

He blinked out of his shock, touching his hair with a hand. “That easy?”

“Well I’m sure you’ll mess up all my hard work later, but yes.”

He snorted, bumping their shoulders together. “So little faith in me.”

“You tend to roughhouse with Will. And get people bitten by eels.”

“Low blow, Thumbelina. Very low blow.”

She giggled, turning away from him as they settled into a comfortable silence.

Will and Andrew were sword fighting with sticks, tackling one another off to the side. Amanda was looking through the food Lucas had brought.

“All done!” Lilith said, pride seeping into her voice. Maeve touched the back of her head, her hair gathered into one long braid snaking down her back. Now with flowers tucked into it.

Lilith moved in front of her, tugging a few strands of Maeve’s bangs out of the braid to hand around her cheeks. “Perfect!”

Emmie clapped, tugging on Lilith’s hand pleading her to do her hair next. Maeve watched them, amused, as they moved towards Amanda.

Maeve watched Amanda kneel before Lilith, both of them laughing. Amanda’s cheeks were pink as she kissed Lilith’s knuckles.

Oh oh ho.

“Looks like we have a case of first love on our hands,” Maeve whispered to Lucas.

“What?”

She pointed at the two teenagers, who were laughing and blushing. Definitely first love.

He watched them. “I...what?”

...he could not be serious.

“Can’t you see it? The way they look at one another. How red their faces are. The sweetness in their expressions!” Maeve said with a smile. She knew Lilith liked Amanda due to an off hand remark followed by threats to keep it a secret.

“Oh, I see it now,” he whispered as Lilith helped Amanda to her feet. They started chasing Emmie around, both of them laughing and looking at one another when the other wasn’t.

“I remember my first love,” Maeve said with a soft smile. “He was my first kiss as well, it’s a riveting experience. Do you remember yours?”

“I uh...no.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a first love before. Well, at least not in a person.”

“Never...had one?”

“Didn’t have the time to.”

“Not all first loves are romantic, you know. But the ones most people have are.”

“I don’t think I’ve been in love romantically before then.”

“Never?!”

“I was...I couldn’t be.” He looked over at her. His shirt looked like a tunic, with laces down the front. She fought the urge to pull on the drawstrings. “What’s it like?”

“Love?”

“Yeah.”

She looked up at the sky, pursing her lips. “Well it’s different for everyone. To me it’s about the passion you feel when you think of them. The swell in your heart when you see them. The comfort you feel in their presence. How they make you want to be better, do better. The way they can make you smile with just a look. The inside jokes, the little gifts. Being able to wake up in their arms every single day and never tire of it.”

“That’s...beautiful.”

“Of course love is a fucking bitch.” He blinked in surprise at the low snarl in her voice. Ah experience.

“It’s a double edged sword. One loving and sweet, the other dark and biting. Love can easily be sweet and kind, but just as cruel. Broken hearts are no joke,” she said with a smile. “But that’s life I guess.”

He shuddered. “That side of love seems awful.”

“Two sides to the same coin I suppose.”

“It shouldn’t be cruel though.”

“What...do you mean?”

“Well from what I gather broken hearts are normal, but love shouldn’t turn cruel and sharp, you know?”

“I’ve...never thought of it that way.”

He prodded her side. “What kind of love have you been feeling then?”

She paused. She hadn’t thought about it much since she left… “The cruel one I suppose.”

His eyes softened. “Well I hope you feel the sweet kind again.”

“I hope so too.”

They smiled at one another, being interrupted by Will jumping into their laps, trying to escape Lilith’s threats to tickle him.

Lucas grinned wickedly. “You just jumped into a pit of vipers little man,” he said, prodding at Will’s sides. Will let out a squeal, trying to get away.

“Lucas!” Will screamed, Lucas prodding his sides as he squirmed.

Maeve laughed. “Magic word and I help you,” she whispered to Will.

His eyes were pleading. “P-P-P-Please,” he begged.

She smiled, turning to Lucas who was none the wiser. Her smile grew wicked.

She poked him in the side once and he let out a wheeze, shifting away from her. Then she poked him again.

He turned to look at her with a huff. She motioned Will away before turning back to Lucas who was slowly catching on to her plan.

“Don’t-”

She tackled him, laughing. He let out a small ‘oof’, falling flat on his back as she straddled his hips and prodded at his sides.

He squirmed underneath her, arms flailing as he tried to get her off. But she was relentless.

“M-M-Maeve!” he wheezed, reaching out to get her off of him. And to possibly turn the tides. “Thumbelina!”

Oh no that wouldn’t do.

She leaned forward, taking his hands in hers and pinning them to the ground above his head as she leaned over him victorious.

“Pinned ya!” she said with a large grin. Soft laughter snuck into her tone.

Lucas rolled his eyes, wiggling his arms. “Alright alright, you win. Lemme up.” She giggled, letting go of his hands. He sat up, making her slide down into his lap.

Then he grinned, tackling her into the wheat. She let out a shriek as one of his hands darted along her sides and the other held down her wrists.

She squirmed, kicking at open air.

Fighting a huff, she kneed him softly in the thigh. Surprise flicked over his features and she took the opportunity to shove him off of her, the two of them rolling down the small slope and into the grass and patch of wildflowers.

Emmie let out a whine of protest as they rolled over some flowers. They were laughing the entire time and when they stopped she had him pinned again.

She smirked, tossing her now messy braid over her shoulder. Flowers dangled out of the strands, falling onto his chest.

“Pinned ya again.”

She sat up, letting go of her hold on his shoulders. He just stared at her as she moved off of him and ran up the slope again.

Her heart was fluttering too much.

“Well you two looked like you were having fun,” Lilith said, a tease clear in her voice.

Maeve glowered at her. “Mmmhm. And you and Amanda?”

Lilith’s face went red. “Well! She...we- um…”

“I thought so,” she teased.

Lilith pouted. “Not like you can say anything.”

“Like I’ve said, we’re only friends.” Her tone was firm but even she almost didn’t believe what she was saying.

Lilith only rolled her eyes, the other running back to join them. Emmie was waving flower crowns in the air, Amanda following close behind.

Will glared at Lucas, who was now climbing back up the slope.

The boy looked back at Maeve. “What are you supposed to be? I’m a knight!”

“A knight! How chivalrous,” she said with a sweet smile. “I’m just a handmaiden.”

“No!” Emmie pouted, stomping her foot. “Princess!”

“Well a Princess then I guess.”

“Wait…” Amanda said, holding up a flower crown she and Emmie had made. “You’re too old to be a Princess.”

Well...ouch.

Lilith caught on. “A queen!”

Maeve paused. Okay that stung less. “But-”

Lilith and Amanda ran over, dropping the flower crown onto her head, singing a song and laughing. “A queen! A queen!” Emmie cheered.

“And what am I the queen of?” Maeve asked, adjusting her new crown. Fine she could roll with this.

“Fairies,” Lucas said, an affectionate smile growing across his face. “Queen Thumbelina Maeve of the fairies.”

“Ugh you suck,” she said, shoving him to the side as he laughed.

“And what am I?” Lucas asked with a grin. “A knight or a prince?”

“The evil villain!” Will said, sticking his tongue out. “You tickled me!”

Lucas stopped. “The villain?”

Oh no.

He was slow to look at her. A wicked grin crept across his face, replacing the excited one.

Oh. Gods. No.

He scooped her up, protests rising to her lips in a high pitched scream as she was tossed over his shoulder. “If you want me to play the villain I will! Muahaha! I have kidnapped your beloved Fairy Queen!” Lucas said, his voice filled with such...cheesy fake acting.

The kind you could only find in make believe.

She kicked her legs, he held a hand to her thigh. “Let me go you ruffian!” she yelled, tipping down farther against his back. She was laughing too hard. “Oh my fair knights!” She pretended to swoon as Lucas spun them around avoiding Will’s stick.

He started jogging off with her over his shoulder. She gripped the fabric of his shirt, laughing so hard her hands shook. He adjusted her so she wasn’t falling off of his shoulder.

He was holding her like a sack of flour.

The ruffian.

Amanda and Lilith were bent next to one another, their laughter sweet. Will chased after Lucas with a yell, Andrew following close behind.

“I’m going to take all the Fairy Queen’s magic and use it for my own evil plan!” Lucas called after them.

“Oh help me my knights, we mustn’t let our magic be stolen!” she said, trying to fight her smile.

Lucas stopped by the brush, setting her down on the ground and grabbing a stick. “I challenge you to a duel!” he said, holding the stick up to Will.

“I accept!” Will boasted, smacking Lucas’ stick. Andrew started hitting Lucas on the back of the legs.

“Ow hey that’s not fair,” Lucas whined, making her laugh.

“You kidnapped me, all's fair in rescuing your queen!” She clapped her hands, her skirt fluffing out around her seated form. “Get him!” she cheered.

“You’re mean,” Lucas said, his smile lighting up his eyes.

“Mmm you like it,” she replied with a wink.

Will smacked his stick out of his hand, jabbing at Lucas’ chest. “Ooh!” Lucas moaned in fake pain, grabbing the stick and sticking it under his arm. “You got me! I’m dying.” He swooned, falling to the ground.

Will poked him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Lucas cracked an eye open. “This is the part where you take your Queen into the woods for safety.”

“Oh!” Will looked at Maeve, she got to her feet. He grabbed her hand, tugging her into the brush. She picked up her skirts, giggling.

“Oh Sir Will, you are so brave,” she said, ducking into the bushes.

Will curled up, looking around. “So what now?” he asked.

“Well, this is the part where your fair lady thanks you,” she said with a smile.

He blinked. “You’re welcome?”

She snorted. “How would you like a kiss?”

“A kiss from the fairy queen?”

“Why yes! A magic kiss. It’ll grant you protection and safety from any threat!”

His face twisted as he thought about it. “A magic kiss?” She nodded. He smiled at her, tilting his face closer to hers.

Laughing, she pulled him closer to her, hugging him and planting a scrunched up kiss on his cheek. “You were very brave.”

He squealed out a giggle, wiggling out of her arms. They could hear Amanda and Lilith’s laughter, and Lucas yelp as little Andrew hit him with a stick again.

They walked out of the brush, Andrew dropping the stick to follow Will back to the blanket.

Maeve laughed, squatting down the “dead” Lucas. “You okay there?”

“Sticks are no joke,” he groaned, sitting up. “Andrew got me pretty good.”

She giggled, pressing the back of her hand to her lips. “Now you’ll have more bruises for me to treat.”

“Great.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” she giggled, helping him to his feet. They walked back to the kids who were eating the sandwiches he brought. His shirt now had grass and dirt stains.

“We can split the lunch you brought me,” she said, swaying her hips a little.

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

She bumped their hips together, grinning up at him. She felt light around him. Like a cloud. “Well I want to!”

He smiled, brushing a leaf from her hair. “...okay.”

Humming, she ran ahead, spinning around and laughing. “Catch me if you can, vile villain!” She stuck her tongue out at him as she ran backwards.

He grinned, chasing after her. She let out a squeal, turning and bolting.

Of course he caught up to her, wrapping her up in a hug and spinning her around. She let out a squeal, throwing her head back as she laughed and they spun.

He set her down after a moment, letting her right herself.

They just stared at one another for a moment, heat flooding her cheeks as her heart fluttered violently.

Oh.

Oh no.

The two of them looked away from one another as they blushed. Oh no indeed. When she turned to look at him she was hit with a wave of...a desire to kiss him.

Going straight as a rod her cheeks warmed. She was sure she was glowing now too. “I’mgoingtogetsomethingtoeat,” she blurted out, rushing over to the blanket, trying to ignore her red face.

She did not want to kiss her friend. No sir.

She was not wanting to kiss Lucas at all. She had already been through this! It never ended well. Friendship was better anyways. He wouldn’t want her that way anyways.

He stayed behind for a moment, only watching her go.

She turned around, trying to stamp down the butterflies in her stomach. Just friends.

“Come on!” she said, holding out her hand.

He blinked, before smiling and jogging over to her to take her hand. He squeezed her hand once, making her heart skip a beat. Just friends.

His smile was affectionate and his voice was soft. “Okay.”

Just...friends.

They started walking back when the sun started to set. She swung her arms, baskets in hand.

“That was fun, thank you for letting me tag along,” Lucas said.

“Of course! I’m glad we got out today, it really was fun,” she replied, spinning around to look at him, walking backwards now as she swayed. “Thank you for coming.”

“I’m...glad I did.”

“Me too.”

They smiled at one another.

“I can take the kids back,” he said.

She nodded. “You know where they hang out better than I do. I should...clean up. We kinda left a mess behind.”

He chuckled, dropping her off at the stoop of her clinic. There was an awkward silence for a heart beat.

Then another.

He broke it with a dorky smile. “Well...see you later then,” he started, sweeping into a bow with an invisible hat. She pressed her fingers to her mouth as she laughed. “Queen Thumbelina.” He took her hand, gently kissing her knuckles before letting her hand drop.

He moved to leave. “Wait!” she said, pulling the flower crown off of her head. He stopped, turning around from the lower step. She stretched onto her tiptoes, placing the crown (very crookedly) on his head with a light kiss brushed against his cheek. “Thank you. The kids really like having you around,” she whispered.

She turned to go inside, trying to ignore the heat in her face.

He stood there, watching her go inside. She waved, closing the door softly.

Through the window she watched him touch the crown and tap his cheek once. His smile never faded, but it looked uncertain.

She watched him walk down the street, the kids running around him as they were bathed in the sunset.

Her heart raced in her chest.

She sank to the floor, heart racing and cheeks warming. Lilith was right. Maeve was easy to read.

She liked him.

She liked him...a lot, didn’t she?

She buried her face in her hands. She knew the answer, she didn’t like the answer. It was still her answer nonetheless.

Yes.

She did.

And she didn’t know what she was going to do.

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