requested by anonymous
AU in which 10k gives the reader a flower crown
While Warren and Hector change a flat tire on the car, you gather flowers from a patch off the road; the first flowers you’ve seen in months. You carefully set them inside your bag, and only when the car is moving again, everyone settled into their spots, do yo pull them out and start to weave.
You make Addy’s first. The purple and pink flowers, with their leaves and stems, come together to make a crown worthy of someone like her. She watches you for the last half of its construction, a small smile tugging on her lips.
When it’s done, you hand it to her, and she immediately places it on her head.
“Your coronation, your majesty.” You say. She grins, and bows her head.
“I think it suits me.” She says.
“It does.”
10k, sitting on the other side of Addy in the cabin, leans forward.
“Could I try?” He asks shyly. You smile, and gather up a handful of the flowers, and hand them over.
“Give it a shot.” You say.
While everyone else in the car lapses into conversation, 10k stays quiet. His brows pull together as he focuses on his hands, and you find your eyes drawn to his little project quite a few times.
It takes him forever to do it, mostly because he sees some imperfection with it, and redoes it. But when it’s done, it puts yours to shame.
He holds it in his lap carefully, like one would hold glass.
When the group stops for the night, you forget about it. You’re stoking the fire, making sure the hot dogs don’t turn to charcoal, and the little crown is forgotten.
Until 10k kneels down beside you, and sets it atop your head. You look over at him, brows furrowing.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
He shrugs, lips curling up in a shy smile.
“It suits you.” He says.
You smile back, and reach up, pulling the crown off.
“It’s gorgeous. You put mine to shame.” You say.
He shakes his head, and you set it back on top of your head.
“Maybe when all this is over, you can go into the flower crown business.”
10k laughs, sitting down in the dirt.
“No thanks.”
“Pity.” You say.
For a moment, neither of you speaks. It’s just a little crown weaved out of flowers, but the gratitude welling in your chest makes it feel like he’s just given you a million bucks.
You look over at him, clearing your throat.
“Thank you. For the crown.” You say.
He meets your eyes, a bit of nervousness in his own.
“No problem.”
“Now I owe you one.”
He smiles, and turns his attention back to the flames
“I’ll hold you to that.”
this is so sweet!
Toad's Cave 