#would have redone poppy but it felt like too much work.

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Here it is, the wip/scrapped old art block attempt 😅

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Go For It, Casimir!

Finch and Casimir have renovated a ghastly greenhouse, and the house has transformed it into a beautiful garden patio.>>

I'm back again with some more fluff for Finch and Casimir. Look at these dorks! Look at them. Cherish them.

I did not edit this and I am too lazy to edit it. Notes app fic, take it or leave it-

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"Oh, wow...!" Finch lifted their hands to let creeping vines tangle over their fingers as it made its home within the windows and walls. Flower buds trembled and blossomed, and turned towards Finch as they booped each one.

"Magical flowers? Magic flowers! Casimir, are you seeing this?"

Casimir had been watching with a soft smile, captured in his thoughts. All of the flowers had grown around Finch like a halo; A burst of color and gentleness. Finch beamed, and the flowers sang.

"They surely enjoy your presence, here." Casimir noted, glancing around at the fresh sunlight and foliage. Finch stepped away from the flowers, pulling their hair from the stems and leaves to jump next to Casimir with a laugh.

"Maybe a little too much..." They shooed away reaching vines, but lifted their arms with a big stretch and yawn.

"All this work has me beat! I might fall asleep right here." They dropped their arms and pivoted away.

That made Casimir's heart lurch a little. If he wasn't quick enough, he'd lose the moment! His neck tightened with anxiety as he cleared his throat.

"Before you go, ah..." He caught them in the middle of turning, now glancing back at him expectantly.

"I want to thank you, Finch. Your hard work does not go unnoticed, nor unappreciated. In fact, I believe this may be the best room you've redone. It suits you. These flowers...They match your beauty."

He felt his heart twitch at that line. Everything he had practiced was falling apart at the seams, and Casimir strung together the remnants of his poetry. Finch fully turned, blinking slowly, their expression hard to read, but they weren't running, nor staring in aghast horror.

It made Casimir continue.

"And Finch, I...I think you're...I-I mean I am quite certain that I..."

I love you!

Finch tilted their head, the corners of their lips twitching up into a smile.

"I am...What?" They asked gently. Their smile made Casimir dizzy. His breathing stopped for a moment.

I love you!! "You are beautiful. You're lovely."

Close enough. "And you are...You're turning red. You're sweating. Are you alright?

Finch jumped at that, their hand flying to their forehead. A red poppy giggled and fluttered away, and Finch grinned.

"Wow, is it hot in here...?" They laughed nervously, but couldn't keep the smile away. "Ah..."

"I apologize! I should not have said that, I have stepped out of line between us, I-"

Finch quickly grabbed his shoulders. "No! No, you didn't. I'm just surprised, is all. You sound so genuine."

It was Casimir's turn to blink, as his eyes widened. "Why would I not be genuine??"

Finch's gaze parted, down towards the sparkling tile floor, the reflections of plants moving above. They pursed their lips, settling into something unwanted in their thoughts.

"I've...heard romantic things, sweet things. But...It wasn't always genuine. They didn't always mean it." Finch stepped back, brushing their hand along a wooden table's corner. "I shut it out. I stopped listening, until I wasn't called those nice things anymore. And it's over, don't worry, but now... Now you're calling me beautiful, but...It sounds like you mean it."

They trailed off, voice coming to a quiet realization. "Someone actually means it."

Their smile was sheepish, a linger of anxiety in their eyes. Vulnerability. They met Casimir's shocked expression with a small shrug. "I just don't know what to say."

Casimir inhaled slowly, taking in their words with a heavy heart. "If I may, I have not much left but my words. I will say it for all the times that left you upset. And I will be truthful and genuine with every word."

Casimir gazed over Finch with a tender adoration in his eyes, a look that made Finch's heart beat rapidly in their heart.

They swallowed as Casimir held out a hand, silently praying their hand wasn't sweaty as they placed it in his gentle grasp.

"Finch, you have made this life of mine into a dream. I couldn't ever take you for granted, you mean so much to me. As a friend, as a partner."

Finch felt a heavy branch prod their back before they could start to sway; Their head was swimming with revelations, feelings.

Casimir squeezed their hand, and Finch felt fire in his palm to theirs.

"And I thought it was easy to make you blush." They replied breathlessly.

Casimir's face had turned red at that, but that didn't stop him from lifting Finch's hand and delicately kissing their knuckles.

Finch jumped a little as bright red poppies and peonies sprung to life around their head. "Casimir-"

Before Casimir could open his mouth, Finch suddenly leaned over, closing the distance between them with a kiss on the lips. It was Casimir's turn to blush all shades of red.

He stammered for a bit, all of his suave deflating by the second. Finally, his eyes fluttered shut, and he memorized the feeling of a kiss, of Finch's kiss before they pulled away.

Finch smiled down at their hands, still held together, and squeezed. "Wanna get dinner?"

Casimir felt like his heart was about to explode, and he was supposed to think about food???

He rubbed at his burning face, wanting to hide completely when Finch giggled.

"Come on, let's get something to eat. Let's have a date."

It would be a lie to say he didn't want to feel the warmth of Finch's hand, and he felt like he could fly when they squeezed his palm.

"A date..."

Casimir looked up as something fell onto his shoulder; A bright pink peony flower with a curly stem. A light bulb went off in his head, but Casimir had to quickly gather his courage to step next to Finch, reaching for their shoulder.

"Finch, wait."

He leaned forward as they turned, giving them another kiss on the lips, as his hand moved up to brush their hair from their ear, gently tucking strands behind, and sliding the flower in place.

He grinned as he pulled away, and Finch's eyes were wider than plates as they reached up to touch their ear. They were stunned.

"You look even more radiant, if I may say."

Finch covered their face with their hands, flustered. Casimir laughed, and lead the way with his own blush dusted across his cheeks.