FIC: Spring is for the Day They Met (MLB; Lukanette; Winters)
@rengokuswifeysblog Pssssst remember when you asked about a first meeting fic??? 👀
Characters/Pairings: Naga!Luka Couffaine, Witch!Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Luka wasn’t used to seeing humans this far into his forest. He’s not used to seeing witches this far into his forest. He’s not sure he’s going to like it. (Marinette, on the other hand, is just fascinated by the fact that a snake is the ward of her new home. That was definitely something her superiors could have mentioned before sending her here.)
Author’s Notes/Warnings: Ages back, Bloody had this idea about Naga!Lu being fascinated with Marinette’s human feet. It made me think of the meeting scene in Disney’s Tarzan, and then I got all twisted up in first meetings and feet and could not for the life of me make any progress with the fic. I went through so many drafts with this, and then I realized if I focused more on the meeting and not on the feet the fic actually came together quite nicely? So. Here’s the fic formerly known as “Human Feet”? Now with 95% more meet cute and 75% less feet jokes. 😂
“Spring is for the Day They Met”
It was a glorious spring day, but then again, all of them had been glorious so far. After an entire winter of not-so-nice days cooped up in his cave, hiding away from the cold and the snow, the sun shining high above him through the clearing in the leafy canopy of the trees was a welcome sight. Even the breeze, still cool in the early spring, was a much welcome change from the bitter chill of winter. The ice had completely thawed from the river below him, and his rocks were once again prime basking space.
Even better, spring was still early, and most of the Forest’s inhabitants had yet to realize he was once again up and about. If they had had any need for him, those needs had not yet been serious enough to bother seeking him out. He was free to sprawl out on his rocks, soaking up as much sun as he could in an attempt to recover from a too-long winter.
Yes, spring had once again come to the Forest, and life was…
A resounding slap echoed across the water, followed by the raucous bark of heckling laughter. More laughter bubbled up in chittering cackles as water splashed and rough, croaky voices squabbled. He dropped his head back onto the rock, hanging it upside-down to stare across the river to the opposite bank.
It would be perfect, he couldn’t help but think, if those damned kappas would relocate.
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“For you, I will.”
Bloodless Heir Book 3: Kings Rising | Astrea x Alek Tension Exploration | WC: 1k
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Lifting her dress, Astrea dashed down the halls for a conference she was surely late for. She scowled imagining the triumph in Alek's face at her tardiness. She could already see the smug look in his eyes as he teased; Clearly, you are not as educated in our ways as you claim. Private lessons would go a long way, wouldn't you think?
She scoffed. It wasn't her fault the darned clocks had iconography she had never been taught to read. Recently she had to resort to reading children's books to familiarize herself and prevent further teasing from him.
But, her feet halted, taken by the sound of a beautifully deep hum in a room she passed. Someone was singing - with a voice as beautiful as any she had heard in this nation. Octaves deeper than the soprano she was used to in Oracea. Before she knew it she swung back to the deep baritone and peeked into the room it came from.
A silhouette of Alek lay reclining on a sofa with reports in his hands. If he was here, then perhaps she wasn't as late as she figured. So, she silently stepped through the curtain and noticed his fingers drum across a cushion beside him. His fingers moved in rhythmic motions as if he was playing the piano.
She stood still, surprised at the reverberating bass from his gentle humming. She noticed the Panther's head lay on his stomach, and the rest of her body lay on the floor. She would have believed the cat was asleep, if not for the gentle sways of her tail, enjoying the gentle hum of her companion.
But with the sudden point of her tail and a purr to announce her arrival, Alek's voice quieted, and his fingers froze.
"Princess." He placed his reports on his table and sat up straight. The oversized kitten whined as she removed herself from him. But, she was quick to prance towards Astrea, and sniffed her as Alek continued, "What do I owe the pleasure?"
"General." She couldn't help a smile as she spoke, petting his cat as she nuzzled into her. "You have a stunning voice."
She had never heard him sing before. But she had walked passed rooms with him playing his piano, never lingering long enough to be noticed. But now, imagining him singing just like this, fingers dancing across the keyboard, filled her with the most ravishing image of this most feared General.
He exhaled, stroking his lips in a motion she couldn't recognize. But he quickly removed it as he spoke, "If I knew you were here, perhaps I would have chosen a song to match your Radiance." He motioned next to him on the couch. "Please, join me."
Astrea could have sworn she saw a smile on the panther as they sat on opposite ends of the couch. But she quickly dismissed it, turning to him, "I'll have to take you up on that offer one of these days, won't I?"
"If you do, I'm sure I'll need some accompaniment." He bent down to the table and poured two glasses from his decanter. "I'll surely need something to obscure how tuneless I am in comparison." He slowly handed her a glass.
She took the glass from him and sat with one leg crossed over the other, "I think I'd like that. Though, I wouldn't say tuneless. But you are quite clueless if you think your voice isn't impressive. She, at least, seemed to enjoy it."
"Hmm." He regarded his cat, drinking up the affections of the Princess. "I fear she isn't as attuned to skill as you would be."
"Oh?" She smiled, earning more purs. "And what would you know about me?"
"Well." His eyes softly lit up, as if thrilled someone has asked, "Unlike the other heads of this nation, I see value in the world around us. Eyrian silks and architecture are unlike any I've seen before. I would die to see them in person. Camoan fruits and desserts are among the sweetest in the world. Oracea. Don't even get me started." He gestured around him as if she should recognize the symbols on the spines of the shelved books around the room.
His panther had since left and delighted herself with the embers crackling in the fireplace. But, Astrea lost herself staring at the glint in his eyes, speaking of her home with a curiosity and adoration she rarely met.
He didn't seem to notice the look as he continued, "Oracean Royals are renowned for their musical talents. I've heard the rumours of what captivated our late King to your mother. Every time I hear the tale, it's as magical as a story from a children's story. King Ezekiel heard Princess Illyera's voice for mere moments before his heart was utterly stolen. Oracea is famously known for how they raise their royals to have voices to challenge that of the Gods themselves. Plucking tunes from their lungs more pleasing than a God plucking a harp with stars for strings." Alek sat, meeting her gaze. "You have no idea how much I'd kill to hear a voice like yours."
Astrea thoughtfully strummed the arm of the couch. "Under one condition."
Alek regarded her. "Name it."
"Play a song for me." she motioned to the piano in the corner of the room. "Sing for me."
Alek hesitated, lowering his glass to the table. "You will have to join me, then."
"When you finish."
He exhaled and raised himself from the couch. Pivoting around, she could have sworn she heard a smile in his voice as he conceded, "The things I do for you."
"Oh I'm sure it'll be worth it, won't it?" She leaned on the back of the couch, her gaze glued to him.
"A small price to pay to hear your voice grace these halls, Princess."
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