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mraprilfools · 2 days ago

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This is just oozing with so much Sapphic energy and Marion is a beautiful writer as always. Lute is a cute little tsundere too. My bestie giving this lady the love she deserves!

Violets | Lute x F!Reader

word count: 3k

summary: its been a few months since you've joined heaven and you've taken up a volunteer role in a garden. longing for a friend, you might have just found one.

Heaven was a paradise. In a place where wanting was rare and needing was rarer, it was hard to disparage the gift of passing St Peter at the gates. Everything here was designed to keep all of its inhabitants happy and wistful, and yet . . . No one ever talks about how lonely Heaven is.

Gravel crunched beneath your shoe with each passing step, the dust lightly kicking up as you ventured further into the expansive gardens of Patience. Heaven had seven clouds, with only one notorious for its flora. If one ventured into its city, they would find - among the conurbation - a grand park within the centre. Open to the public, anyone and everyone was welcome to venture into the large fields, the greenhouses and the outdoor gardens.

Held tightly in your hand was a weighted watering can, pink with a daisy delicately painted on its side. With eternity and a half on your hands, you one day figured that you could give back to the community that was housing you and picked up the volunteer role to be one of the many angels who tended to the gardens.

Although, with each passing day, you had found yourself lacking that sense of community very often.

You had arrived in Heaven only recently, your induction had been a few months ago, and while you loved it deeply here, the angels who took to the skies were much harder to digest. All the faux smiles and saccharine words were nothing but a blatant facade to you, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept the lies that they were all fluent in. All you wanted were friends yet when no one seemed genuine, you were the only one turning them all down.

Kindness meant nothing to you if it was done out of obligation. You had no interest in befriending someone because they thought it gave them a merit for being a good angel. There were even times when you would wish a conversation would end quicker because you couldn’t handle hearing how censored other winners would make themselves. In fear of losing their wings, some other humans would be aghast even to hear the word damn.

Heaving a sigh, you tilted your wrist so the cool water would run through the can’s spout and trickle down to the succulents’ roots. Working in the gardens was as rewarding as it was, admittedly, boring. Arguably, it was a good way to waste time when you didn’t have much else going on. The only downside was there was who you wished to accompany you, and so you were left with the wind as your only friend, who carried your forlorn sighs away.

Once done, the gravel path guided you to one of your favourite beds in the entire garden. Upon seeing the vivid purple petals, thriving under the sun’s rays, you felt a sense of well-placed pride when you saw how well the violets were flourishing. You had been the one to nurse them from seedlings and had witnessed their growth and blossoming into the vibrant display that they were today.

The roots were the parts that needed the most attention. Watering from above would have forced the leaves and petals to absorb too much, so you crouched downward to position the watering can closer to the soil.

At least, this was all rewarding. It wasn’t as though you were in love with flowers and had a desire to be a renowned florist. Flowers were simply pretty and a testament to one’s character. If a flower could live long enough to flaunt its colours, then the one who tended to it was someone who was patient and attentive. Traits that you wished to embody.

Or else you’d be kicked out, probably. You snickered to yourself. As wonderful as this paradise was, there were undoubtedly many strict rules to keep it the idyll that it was. Besides the seraphim, whom everyone was made aware of upon entering Heaven, you weren’t all too sure who ran this tight ship. You were aware there were some Heavenly Guards, yet had no idea who they truly were.

Now and then, through the plazas and streets, you would see women donned in grey and bearing frightful masks. Brilliant as they seemed, they all walked in disciplined unison and emulated what must be a police force - even though you had never heard of crimes being committed in Heaven. Perhaps because of them?

Standing up once more, a satisfying click coming from your knees, you took another second to appreciate the fruits of your labour. Even if you had no one to share this vista with, you could never hate this job. Until the day you meet someone you deem to be honest, the flowers could be your friends.

Oh, no. That was incredibly sad. Lots in your spiralling thoughts, you hadn’t heard the heavy strides that were barrelling toward you and were none the wiser until you took a step backwards and someone’s body slammed into your own and you were knocked forward.

A loud clattering was made when the tin metal hit the floor. One second, you were standing above the violets, and now you were in them. Soil and sweetness flooded your nostrils, and while you were spared any severe pain, you were confident your knees and palms were stained from the dirt. Groaning, you quickly turned so that you were at least lying with your face pointed to the sky, your elbows keeping you propped up when the rest of your body wasn’t ready to be lifted.

“You should–”

Wait. What was that? Was someone speaking to you?

Your dazed confusion must have been plastered all over your face because soon enough, the words had been repeated.

“I said you should watch where you are going.”

The sun was positioned perfectly within your line of sight, blocking your view of anything and forcing your eyes to squint uncomfortably to fight against it. While it did nothing to help, the face of the voice became clearer when her head blocked the beaming star.

“Now, are you going to get up or what?” Platinum hair reflected under the beams of light, strands of white becoming silver and you noticed that some looked similar to a pale purple. You had to blink your eyes a few times to adjust to the new lighting, which helped you pick out the pointed look you were receiving. Bright eyes that rivalled gold were fixed on you, making you hyperaware of how you must look to the beautiful woman standing in front of you.

Yet you were dumbstruck, mindlessly unreceptive as your best response was a droning, “uuuuh.”

Unimpressed with your oh-so-verbose response, those golden pools rolled and a hand was outstretched toward you. You hadn’t thought about it twice before accepting the offer and were astounded to see someone so petite had slightly larger hands than your own. Your palms had developed a single callous or two from your tiring efforts in the gardens, but her skin was almost as rough as sandpaper, and you wondered what her story was.

You yelped when you were on your feet in seconds, almost staggering forward from the sheer force that she had pulled you with.

“Damn! You’re strong!” And immediately, you wanted to shun yourself for saying something so obvious and simple. What a shame your brain was failing to work with you today.

“Mhm.” The best you got in response was a short, agreeable hum before the pale woman began to turn her back to you. Your eyes dropped to her strong back, revealing a section between her sports bra and leggings that was not covered by her strangely dark wings. Even her halo was of a darker shade than what most angels were reborn with. Suddenly, you became hyperaware of how creepy you would seem if she caught you ogling her features and outfit - even though you thought she looked mercilessly hot.

“Keep a better look out next time.” While short, her hair still flipped behind her as she raised her arms and kicked up her knees, preparing to break off into a sprint or a job. That must have been why she crashed into you; she was on a run. “Hey! Wait!” You called out, partially extending your hand to halt her movements.

You had feared that she would ignore you, so it came as a surprise when she looked over her shoulder, her visage stoic and unamused. “What?” Both your hands planted on your hips, and you cocked an eyebrow at her. “Aren’t you going to say sorry?”

No doubt that was a foolishly bold thing for you to say, especially when this woman looked like she could eat you for breakfast and use your body weight as a warmup in the gym. Catching the definition in her arms when she turned to face you, you suddenly regretted saying anything.

“Sorry for what?” She was testing you. Her arms came to cross over her chest, and you could tell she was trying to size you up.

A wild gesture was made to your person, your dirt-caked knees, palms, and dress being the primary evidence of her crime. “Pushing me over!”

Heaven was meant to be full of kind, understanding people. Sorry was an angel’s favourite word, and you’d hear it five times a day, even more if they apologised for apologising. Yet this woman wasn’t even entertaining the idea of being in the wrong.

Huffing a half-hearted laugh, a smile finally cracked onto her lips, but the slight quirk upward revealed it to be only a smirk. “You think I pushed you over?” Canting her upper body slightly forward, she pointed toward you, a black nail digging into the soft flesh of your breast. “You were the one who stepped in my way. If anything, you should be apologising to me.” You could hear the blood rushing in your ears as the adrenaline in your body picked up. This was an argument. You hadn’t been in one in forever- At least not since you passed away, and you held no memories of your time alive. Did you even remember how to argue? “You wish!” You scoffed. “All I did was step backwards. You should have made more room when passing me. It’s not my fault you were right behind me.”

“And just who, exactly, goes backwards without looking at what’s behind them?” From the smug look on her face, this woman was under the impression that she was winning this stand-off. Oh how you would do anything to wipe that look off her face. Her very, very beautiful face.

“The kind of person who trusts that everyone else knows the meaning of personal space.” Your final quip had been the thing to erase her smirk and the two of you were locked in an intense glaring battle, neither of you willing to be the one to break it.

“Does a single apology really mean that much to you? You must be pretty sensitive.”

Her acrimonious jibe grated something inside you as the next thing that came out of your mouth was an unforgiving “fuck you.”

Both you and the woman became bewildered at what you had just said. Swearing was not unheard of, only that it was still taboo and not frequently used by the everyday angel in case of serious repercussions. You, however, had never shaken your habit of using profanities, and they would often fly off the handle when you knew no one was listening.

You began to shrink in on yourself, moving away from the other - who was only watching you with wide eyes - with trepidation. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, and a pit formed in your stomach when the eyes narrowed. There was the dreaded feeling that she might report you to someone for being an improper winner - someone who was worthy of a punishment. You were still new and unfamiliar with all the laws of the land, so you were unsure where this would go.

“I’m so, so–” Before you could even apologise, she cut you off.

“Lute.”

A hand was extended to you. You stared at it for a few seconds before returning to her face. “What?” “My name is Lute. I’m the Lieutenant for Heaven’s Security. I’m sure you’ve seen my ladies patrolling the clouds before.” She spoke with fluid execution like she had recited this introduction a million times.

That expanse in your stomach worsened when you realised who you were speaking to. The guards you were so used to seeing were led by her. You had just insulted a high-ranking angel– You were so screwed.

“People tend to suck up to me even before they figure out who I am, and no one has the balls to stand up for themselves around here. They always try to placate each other to avoid a dispute. But you didn’t.” You couldn’t understand what she was saying. Was she lecturing you? Her tone certainly didn’t convey it. “Although, you were ready to back down just then, weren’t you?”

Unsure if you should nod or shake your head, you awkwardly attempted to do one and then the other, making you seem like you twitched weirdly. You had no idea what to say.

The hand that was never shaken by you rose upward and clapped onto your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. “Don’t. Heaven could do with a few braver faces around here. When everyone’s so sickly sweet and happy-go-lucky, it becomes,” her face scrunched into one of disgust, “nauseating.” At long last, you were pulled from your silent trance, only for you to agree enthusiastically. “Right! It’s like, no one ever says what’s actually on their mind, and you can tell they’re just being nice because they think they have to!”

Lute pulled her hand away and listened to you with intrigue. “I mean, come on, just swear a little! A ‘fuck’s not gonna kill you, right? Or- Or- Don’t pretend you like me when we just met!” Until now, you had no idea just how heated you were over this. The tirade ensued for another minute as you criticised the oversaturated pleasantries you heard daily. All the while, Lute stood there in front of you, slowly nodding her head in agreement.

“I’m glad somebody else gets it.” No longer focused on yourself, you brought your attention back to her. It was hard to tell how sincere she was when she had trained her lips always to be tightly pressed, and if eyes were the window to the soul, you think Lute had the curtains closed.

You watched as she crouched down momentarily, unsure of what she was doing. When she returned to your level, she was holding out your discarded watering can. Hurriedly, you accepted it, feeling guilty that you had forgotten about it when the property wasn’t even yours. This also reminded you that after your fall in the flowerbed, you’d likely need to tend to them all over again.

There was a second where the two of you didn’t say anything. You caught each other’s gazes, and she immediately turned her head, but you only smiled. She must be one of the secretly shy types.

“I need to go.” She may have been the one to break the silence, but it didn’t mean she wanted to. There was the slightest slip of hesitation in her voice. Even the way she tried to turn was staggered as if waiting for something else.

“You never apologised.” Lute froze. She must have not expected that as she turned to look at you with furrowed brows. “Excuse me?” She would be met with a cocky look as you continued onward. “As far as I’m concerned, you still knocked me over, and since you’re the Lieutenant, you should be setting a good example.”

Sputtering, Lute became incredulous and was in disbelief that you were still gunning for her to be the one to make amends. However, you cut in before she could say anything back. “I’ll be done with this volunteer work in about half an hour. Plenty of time to finish your run, I bet. Meet me by the front gates of the park, and let’s go to a cafe.” You looked her up and down, giving a final look of appreciation to her sportswear and the peak of her abs. “Your treat.”

Her back straightened, and the grey wings behind her looked like they were trying to flap, only to be forced against her body again. “Fine. My treat . . .”

You told her your name, and she nodded.

“And then you can make it up to me by giving me your contact details later. I could do with company like yours.” How she danced around what she truly meant was cute, and you wondered if she was reserved because of her title or something else.

“I’d be happy to be your friend, hon.”

In the sun, the abrupt gold sheen on her cheeks was easy to spot. Lute coughed into a balled fist and removed her gaze from you. “We’ll see if we make it that far.” Now met with her back, you noted how her wings were akin to a pigeon’s in both colour and markings. Although she was nothing like one, she reminded you more of a hawk, maybe. “Thirty minutes. Don’t be late.” A final word was spared over her shoulder before she resumed what must have been her exercise for the day.

Waving her off, you called out a goodbye.

With Lute gone, a thrill buzzed inside you as you clutched the fabric over your heart. All you had wanted was to make a few friends, and now you were pretty sure you had secured one who actually understood you. And as you assessed the damage to the violets - some flattened by your body - you hummed pleasantly, already imagining what the future might bring. You thought this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

a/n: i have a much longer lute oneshot im 5k words deep in already, and actually has romance, but i didn't want it to be my first lute fic so i wrote a prelute to it first.

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