the wind upon the sea

A fic with an adjective in its title Flowers blooming (in the sea) by Laterose13

Clea gives up on any attempt at subterfuge. “She was trying to make herself a friend like Esquie.” “And she asked you for help? What, does she want a hedgehog made of nails to go with François?” She will not punch her annoying brother in the face. “I volunteered,” she grits out, “And I don’t need a lecture in design from someone whose best friends are a wineskin and a wooden mannequin.” 

Pre-Canon Alicia wants a friend and Clea helps her out. Really good interactions between all of the siblings when they were younger, very cute and happy in general.

A fic with less than 5 comments Aureole by Nudiebrunch (@snuggetfish)

“Other times, I think he'd fear me. He'd be afraid of me fully taking his place in the family. In mother's heart. Not to worry,” he gives a half-hearted laugh, "Clea would tear me to shreds ten times over before that could happen.” Perhaps Renoir would too? “Most likely, he'd take one look at my face and recoil.” Like looking into a carnival mirror, distorted and uncanny. “After all, I'm no sheltered heir.”

ITS SO PEAK. Bites this, jumps up and down, rolls around spins. p!Verso talks to Renoir in the manor (or rather, at him) about what he thinks real Verso would think of him. Really, REALLY good Verso characterization. perfect amount of miserable, wet cat energy.

A fic featuring the Writers The Lotus by @anakinh

"You hated it," Clea reminded him. "Try painting something you like for once. Maybe something from your canvas." "That old thing?" Verso looked surprised. Clea also wasn't sure why it came to mind — it had been a long time since they'd played in Verso's canvas. Perhaps she was just feeling nostalgic. It had been a long time since she painted with both of her siblings, and she never would again.

One of the first fics I've read that actively uses the work skin on ao3 to enhance the story and I LOVE it. Clea spends a totally normal day with her brother and sister and nothing goes wrong :)

A fic about traveling By the Sea by Sky_kiss

“This was what I was hoping for,” Verso breathed. She had half a mind to tease him again—hoping for warmth and sun in France, in January—but refrained. Her boy looked infinitely brighter. “Clea hasn’t added anything to the water, has she?” Aline uttered a surprised laugh. “No. And I’ve restricted your father to the deepest reaches of the ocean.” “Good. Then it’s still safe to swim.”

Such a good, cute fic abt the family taking a vacation in a canvas. Every interaction is so domestic and fluffy, I loved it.

(After I finished it, I was like 'well...it's less about the traveling and more about the vacation, so I also read Snowbound Longing by MelissaSz89, a fluffy Verstave fic set in the mountains, for Gustave's first snow.)

Bonus fics that fit the prompts (which I highly recommend you read/ use for other prompts in the challenge!!!) un train vers de nouveaux souvenirs by @asaara-writes

But instead of mocking him, Julie had settled on the rug, legs folded under her body. “Trains, huh?” she’d said, her voice equal parts fond and teasing. “I knew there was something else hiding under the handsome sophisticate.” Verso sat cross-legged across the loop of the train tracks. “You think I’m handsome?” he asked innocently, deflecting.

Verso and Julie travel to the mountains by train. Short sweet and very fluffy!

Stripping out the Colours by deadnotsleeping

Horror, sharp and ice cold, poured down her throat and spread through her spine. She had missed that spot. How did she miss something? Verso moved his bloodstained thumb to his face and sniffed theatrically. "Blood," he murmured. "You've gotten sloppy." The cold horror flared and turned hot. Clea glared. Brat. She was going to finish what the fire started.

The gift I received for the E33 exchange. I absolutely love it. Clea and Verso taking care of each other post-fire (where Verso lives, but is injured). Without giving anything away, Verso and Alicia have trouble communicating because of their injuries, which makes it more tragic.

Casuality by @grumblecrows

Verso seems the type to be well-acquainted with a good battle, given the strength needed to carry the mountain Julie approaches by the piano bench. She skims the titles. "Is this Chopin's whole repertoire? You could have saved yourself the trouble and brought the man himself." He chuckles. "Aside from the price of necromancy, I don't have the strength to carry three men from my apartment. Liszt and Schumann are somewhere in there, too. Also some of my own compositions."