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You know I had to do it to 'em!! Saw the day 21 prompt and immediately thought of my absolute beloveds Flowercrown, I wrote this day ONE and have been gleefully waiting to drop it. For those up to date with Icebound this is evidently a post-canon fix-it fic, because I want nothing but warmth and joy for my most wonderful faves Queenie and Daisy. They deserve to be gay and in love under the summer sun. (Dedicated to @reverse-strawberry-milk, finest Flowercrown connoisseur on the internet and a massive inspiration to yuri warriors everywhere)
Day 21: Flower: Queenie March/Daisy (Icebound)
In a perfect world, Daisy and Queenie relish the summer sun and each others company. Who knew there could be so many uses for chamomile?
No content warnings but mild spoilers for Icebound
Under a broad, blue sky in Yona, Daisy squints her eyes as she ever-so-carefully cuts into a flower stem with the nail on her thumb, pulling the gap apart enough to slide the final link through and twist the greenery around itself.
She admires her handiwork – a thick loop of the white-petaled flowers that lend her their namesake, dotted here and there with smaller yellow-and-purple buds that grow in abundance throughout the prairie. Queenie tells her they’re weeds, but she finds them beautiful regardless. She finds most things in Yona beautiful; considering she associates this place with the woman currently braiding daisies into her hair, there’s a chance she may be biased.
Soft hands brush over the back of her neck, gently gathering more hair to add to the braid. She can hear Queenie murmuring as she loops flowers into the strands, greeting any fat bumblebees that trundle past her while she works. Her own fey-bees buzz here and there, enjoying a lazy day under the sun. One of them lands on the flower-chain and crawls up to tickle Daisy’s finger before taking off in search of more pollen.
Reaching out with her psionics and gently tapping the edge of Queenie’s mind, she waits patiently for her girlfriend to tie off the braid she’s working at. Queenie knots a green ribbon with a bow and moves her hand down to squeeze Daisy’s shoulder.
‘Alrighty, Dais, you’re all good.’
Daisy shuffles herself around, presenting the fruits of her own labour with a broad flourish.
*Your crown, my fair lady.*
‘Oh, well I do declare!’ Queenie presses the back of her hand to her forehead, laying it on thick in the way she does when she wants to get a laugh out of Daisy. She runs a finger over the knit of the stems, smiling to herself.
‘This is some fine craftsmanship if I ever saw it. You sure you’ve never done this before, hon?’
Daisy shrugs. *What can I say? I have a good teacher.*
Indicating for Queenie to take off her hat, she lifts herself onto her knees and tucks the crown over Queenie’s ears, relieved to see it sits comfortably on her head. It frames her face in colour – Daisy has to spend a second just looking at her, admiring the warmth of her eyes, the pleased curl of her mouth, the damask rose blush that sits heavy on her cheeks in the heat of the summer day.
Beautiful, she thinks.
After a few moments, Queenie smirks and tugs her down to sit again, pressing a kiss to her cheek. ‘It’s gorgeous, I love it. Now lemme finish your braid and we can match!’
Daisy doesn’t turn away quite yet, picking another handful of white blooms and placing them into the basket besides them. *I bet we could convince Jornir to get a couple of these in his hair too. Maybe a few through Barnabos’ beard, what do you think?*
Queenie seems to weigh the options, considering how easily they could get away with it, but shakes her head.
'These are gonna be for Taishie, he was hoping to make a new blend with ‘em.’
*You can make tea out of daisies?*
‘You’d be surprised!’ Queenie holds up a flower in the sunshine. ‘If you’ve ever had anyone serve ya chamomile tea, it’s a bunch of these lil’ pretties all dried up and crushed. They’re good eats just as they are, too.’
Without any fanfare, Queenie crunches down on the flower head.
‘You gotta be sure it’s chamomile, though.’ She polishes off the stem, using her tongue to loosen a stray petal stuck between her teeth. ‘Don’t go around puttin’ any ol’ daisy in yer mouth.’
*Never stopped you.*
‘Well, I know the diff- wait a second.’ Queenie’s eyes sparkle with glee and she shakes her head. ‘Oh, you are nasty, Ms Daisy.’
*You’re one to talk, Ms March.*
Daisy picks herself another flower and takes an experimental bite. The petals are silky but don’t taste of much. The centre is bitter, almost like an unripe apple. She swallows quickly and must be pulling a face, because Queenie shoots her a bashful smile.
‘Might be a bit of an acquired taste – “rabbit food”, like they say.’ She pops another bloom into her mouth and gathers up a few more for the basket and Daisy’s hair while she eats.
Daisy nods, then looks thoughtfully at the patch of chamomile around them. She picks one off near the very top, puts it to her mouth and holds the small stem between her teeth, petals resting against her lips. She nudges Queenie’s thigh, glancing at her and then at the flower, fighting off a grin so she doesn’t drop it.
She watches her girlfriend slowly put two and two together. Queenie barks out a surprised laugh and slaps her on the knee when she finally figures it out.
Wiggling her eyebrows, Daisy shifts her jaw and makes the flower spin in a bid to entice Queenie, who sighs happily, nudging her crown further up her head as she leans in. Her fingers hold Daisy by the chin and tilt her down to get better access.
Very gently, Queenie bites off a few petals from the side of the flower, lips brushing against Daisy’s as she does so. She continues like this all around the daisy – a careful nip, a featherlight kiss pressed to the groove just under her bottom lip, her cupids bow, both corners of her mouth.
‘She loves me,’ Queenie murmurs with each petal, ‘She loves me not. She loves me-’
Daisy moves her hands to Queenie’s hips, tracing hearts into the worn denim with her fingers.
She loves you, the thought echoes in her head, she loves you, she loves you-
‘She loves me.’ With the last petal gone, Queenie takes the bright yellow centre between her own teeth. Daisy lets it go and watches it disappear before that soft mouth is on hers, pressing a smile into her lips and sweeping her up in a tender kiss.
Chamomile is far sweeter when Daisy is tasting it on Queenie’s tongue.
When they finally do part, eyes fluttering open, Daisy reluctantly pulls her hands away.
*Your flower’s all gone. I’ll have to get you another one.*
Queenie shrugs and moves closer. She rests her arms on Daisy’s shoulders, playing with her unfinished braid as she beams brighter than the sun.
‘Don’t bother me none. I got the loveliest flower in the whole field, right here in front of me.’
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WRT Kremy's relationship with money, I would go on and on about how being born into real, actual poverty not just "can't buy what I want whenever I want-poverty" really fucks a person up, but every time I try, I can't seem to convey the very specific kind of damage comes from that combined with living in the South (the fantasy one or the real one) and how I think that lends itself to a more compassionate reading of Kremy's relationship with money.
After more than a year in the Witchlight fandom, I've seen tons of takes that vilify Kremy and woobify the rest of the Krew, and it aggravates me that he gets built up as this terrible, selfish, moneygrubbing Mr. Krabs character when that's... not at all what canon suggests during his moments of sincerity.
I think there is context that is lacking for folks not familiar with what it is like to be poor in the South. We see it constantly around election cycles and hurricanes, people wishing the very worst on the poorest and least educated people and IMPORTANTLY, lots of POC.
There seems to be a particular lack of compassion for anyone viewed as a "poor hick" or anyone who doesn't have a great education or a dozen other things that all require money.
I think it's very telling that of all the characters that could be vilified by fandom, Kremy is the one that takes the brunt of it, which demonstrates that folks don't even realize that he is choosing to bear the burden of everyone's decisions, but that's me digressing from my main point.
The point is, it surprises me not at all to find a character from the (fantasy) South who gets himself tied up to someone vastly rich and powerful without thinking all the way through the ramifications. That's if the ramifications were even explained and not just obfuscated by Garou's showmanship because he wanted to onboard another source of money and labor.
It surprises me not at all that a character from a background where he very well might have had to skip meals with frequency, would have an obsession with making money with the express purpose of achieving stability. It surprises me not at all that this character would then develop an addiction to making money via chance because that feels easy or fated or like some kind of destiny at the hands of a kind patron who surely is not also taking advantage of him, right?
And to that point, it surprises me not at all that the character who learned that taking advantage of others is sometimes the only way not to be taken advantage of yourself would struggle with honesty and empathy.
If you feel like your only options in the world are "die poor" or "risk it all to gain everything" of course you're going to try for the latter.
IDK, I'm still not putting it very eloquently, but I am constantly rotating Kremy Lecroux in my mind.
One of the more interesting aspects of Kremy’s personality to me is how he’s this greedy, money hungry man, always wanting more more more. All while simultaneously striking me as the type of man who would be completely content and happy to just lounge on top of his boytoy like a snake basking in the sun for the rest of time.
Like, he could have wished for riches beyond his wildest imaginations yet he chose a wish to make the man he loves even just a little bit happier. He chose to wish for a slice of cake to share with his friends. I feel like he’s not actually greedy for gold and power, he’s eager to be able to live freely with the people he wants in his life. He probably grew up thinking that financial freedom was the only way to be truly free. Which, well, it certainly is true to a certain degree.
Also I think he enjoys the chase more than he actually wants the price. Especially when the chase gives a good excuse to work very closely to your “hired muscle”.
3 scenes that struck me most about early-Witchlight Kremy (and really cemented him as an All-Time character for me):
When he was fae-cursed to be unable to tell a lie and ended up having a panic attack. He freaked out because he actually cares about the people around him (but also their image of him lbr) and was terrified of hurting them with the truth of his thoughts, deeds, and motives
When he was "cursed" to be in love with Gideon and changed absolutely nothing about his behavior. rofl first of all this was such masterful character work from Richie at the table but in-world, it also exposes just how much Kremy's used to denying himself and his wants in pursuit of what he thinks will bring the most "security" overall, and that's not rocking the boat of his status with the man he's probably been in love with for years. (Right up until he couldn't help himself because he is Kremy, after all)
When he was actually the leading voice arguing for telling Torbek the truth about selling him out. This could be seen as self-serving (get on the good side of the crazy-powerful witchlight-enhanced super soldier by not hiding things from him) but that's a bit of a stretch. I think the guilt would have been too much for him and he genuinely wanted to try to help Torbek heal, beginning with honesty.
He went to Agwé because he wanted to be a chef who cooked for people in the same healing way his meemaw did that elevated life beyond impoverished circumstances. He's been chasing that same kind of magic ever since: through his carnival, through his friends, through the idea of security and safety through power, magic, and financial means. He made an arrangement with the Baron Himself to try to protect his friends in this life and the next. It took him exactly one day to go from "it's just an ironic marriage" with Gideon to forcefully defending his husband to anyone who tried to tear him down (even a fae-cursed Gricko). He regularly calls himself a sinner and will happily go around being the sin-eater for his friends (starting right off the bat sneaking off to slit a bullywug's throat to protect them all without bothering to say a word to anyone else).
He craves security and wants to offer love and protection to those closest to him above all else. Money and power are just the surest route to that, especially to someone who grew up with none.
Very beautifully put and especially the bit about him cooking and making a carnival for similar reasons, I hadn’t even thought about that. Ooow oouugh my heart oooouuuh
Like, he’s a sleazy conman but I like the idea of him being motivated deep down by wanting to bring magic to people, wanting to offer people something that breaks up the mundanity of life.
Starlight showed me personally who Kremy wants to be, or could be, if he wasn’t under Garou’s thumb, if he and Gideon had actually pursued a healthy relationship instead of…whatever it is they have now.
(Pre-Canon oneshot in which Kremy combs Gideon’s hair…)
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Traveling with Gideon Coal, Kremy Lecroux had no regrets thus far, which was uncharted territory for him. The Genasi was funny that way.
He was used to employees and companions of the “Fair-weather” variety. Folks who would come, say they’d stick around, but suddenly run off when things got sticky. Kremy was admittedly a grudge-keeper, and so many years working for Garou had certainly given him a tougher hide.
That being said, Gideon had proved an exception to the rule. Kremy thought he had the genasi figured out; needed Kremy’s know how, employ, and free food to get back on his feet, then it was off to bigger and better things.
Kremy had expected it, prepared for it, it’s not like they were in the honeymoon phase. Plenty of Kremy’s schemes and cons had gone completely to shit, certifiably tits up. Despite it all Gideon had stayed. Hell or high water, and now it was time for Kremy to contend with something he hadn’t known in a long time; permanence.
They were stopped in an inn for the night. It was quaint, though the beds looked somewhat dubious. Kremy had been checking for bed bugs when he caught Gideon running his fingers through his hair.
He had been meaning to get Gideon a comb, or at least a haircut. Admittedly, their thin finances were put towards comfort. Kremy’s focus had been on a nice bed, or, well, a bed at all.
He watched as the genasi dug through his hair stubbornly, little tangled embers curling around his horns. While he was making some progress, Kremy could tell he was missing spots, rushing through.
“Gid, you’ll need to be more thorough and take it slower, you don’t want spots to end up matted.”
“Not all of us have claws man, it’s difficult.”
The genasi huffed, which elicited a laugh from Kremy.
“Well, some of us,” Kremy crossed over to the bed, propping himself behind Gideon. “Could just ask for help.”
“Awh, you don’t have to do that, man, it’s not a big deal I mean it’s always a mess of tangles anyhow-“
“An’ I won’t have it! As our contract dictates, I’m your employer, and as such, I get to make an executive decision.”
It was Gideon’s turn to laugh, he shook his head, but didn’t protest when Kremy began to gently run his claws through Gideon’s wild hair.
Gideon almost immediately winced as Kremy hit a snag. He tutted.
“Gideon Nathaniel Coal, don’t tell me you’re tender-headed.”
“Nah, I’m not! You know me I have a tough head.”
Kremy snorted.
“That I do know, but it wasn’t what I was asking.”
The two fell into a brief silence as Kremy continued to work at it, pausing whenever Gideon would wince or pull away.
“It’ll get easier, the more you work at it. Just gotta get those tangles out then it’ll be smooth sailing.”
“…hey boss?”
“Hm?”
“How’d you know my full name?”
“You signed your paperwork with it, middle name an’ all. Didn’t ask for that, but I appreciate you putting it out there.”
“Oh….”
Kremy carefully pulled some of the hair back from his horns, he smiled when he saw Gideon’s brows raise, like he was trying to look up at him.
“I didn’t mean to do that. Old habit…or well. Just a habit.”
“Worried you’d forget it?”
“…Yeah. Yeah I was.”
Kremy meant it in jest, but Gideon’s small voice chilled him.
He cleared his throat.
“Well, that’s a habit we need to break I’m afraid, names are a powerful thing. Full ones anyway, I think Gideon Coal works just fine.”
“I can agree to that. If ya promise not to forget the Nathaniel. I can’t…it’s important.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now, I think we’re done.”
Gideon stood suddenly, causing Kremy to lose his balance and fall back on the bed. Gideon didn’t seem to notice as he ran to the mirror.
“I’ll be damned! How’d you manage that with just your claws?”
Kremy stood, brushing imaginary dust from his shirt.
“I’m a man of many talents, you should know that by now.”
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Kremy stood out on the balcony, he lit a cigarette with his lighter, one he rarely pulled out nowadays.
Gideon was fast asleep inside, meaning the evening chill was starting to settle in. But the gator had one more piece of business to finish before turning in himself.
In a snap of neon magic, a contract manifested in front of him.
He read it over, again and again.
Then he took his lighter, lighting the top corner. He watched the flames spread slowly. His contracts could easily be destroyed by his own magic, but this felt fitting.
The last remains of Gideon’s employment contract was where he penned his name. Kremy released the paper, as it smoldered and turned to ash on the wind.
Don’t need a piece of paper to remember your name. I won’t forget.
Kremy imagined Gideon Nathaniel Coal didn’t need a blood pact to stick around, the Genasi was funny that way.
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krem insiting on every1 sticking together pre-electrum chef cuz they're a "package deal" is v cute. when the table of Weird Kids Who Have NO Other Friends are forced 2 split up
Happy pride month to my dad. When I came out as bi to him, this man googled what it ment, look at me and said "ohh. Yeah. You get that from me. You'd have far more siblings of I only shaged women." And went right back to his work emails.
"kremy has found-- yet again-- another silicone bust" from richie is so good. krem doesnt even use his magic or anything to find/make them, he just Knows where the nearest set of fake tits are at any given time
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One of the more interesting aspects of Kremy’s personality to me is how he’s this greedy, money hungry man, always wanting more more more. All while simultaneously striking me as the type of man who would be completely content and happy to just lounge on top of his boytoy like a snake basking in the sun for the rest of time.
Like, he could have wished for riches beyond his wildest imaginations yet he chose a wish to make the man he loves even just a little bit happier. He chose to wish for a slice of cake to share with his friends. I feel like he’s not actually greedy for gold and power, he’s eager to be able to live freely with the people he wants in his life. He probably grew up thinking that financial freedom was the only way to be truly free. Which, well, it certainly is true to a certain degree.
Also I think he enjoys the chase more than he actually wants the price. Especially when the chase gives a good excuse to work very closely to your “hired muscle”.
Thought I'd doodle the alters replying to a question like that, I think abt it often too jdhlrsgh
I want to draw them interacting with the krew more but I rarely have any ideas aaaa!! Tho, it'd be fun to doodle the krew's opinions on them all too... Torbek included in the question and answer both lol
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