Happy Valentine’s Day, Maëlle! I hope your day is as sweet as you are :D
Just Your Garden Variety Wix
a peek into the lives of Beacon Hill’s coven of queer garden witches
Cast of Characters:
Kira Yukimura: demigirl, the peace keeper. Kira is strong-willed, lion-hearted, and loves with everything inside of her. She balances the constant burn of the fox fire inside of her with the cool, slowness of water.
Lydia Martin: transfeminine, aromantic, the hearth. Lydia does most of her magic sitting at the coffee table in front of the fireplace, studies the runes that keep her coven safe, never gets cold, and never burns her cookies. She and Derek joined the coven together, sleep together, room together, and they are her reminder that there is softness in all things.
Derek Hale: agender, demiromantic, the scholar and the healer. Derek loves not just books, but the knowledge that inspired them. They study old tomes for the best remedies, spend countless hours tucked away in their library, their partner Allison their only visitor for days at a time.
Allison Argent: pangender, the spirit. Allison likes astral projection, fae enjoy being free, open, out, alive. Fae like to dance in the rain and sing at the top of faer lungs while floating along on the breeze of the wind from treetop to treetop, knowing that Derek, faer rock, will always be there to ground faer.
Malia Tate: agender, aromantic, asexual, the protector of the coven. Malia loves bare feet, Kira, the garden, and the coven that loves and embraces Malia as a part of what they call home. Malia’s magic is sewn from the earth, allows Malia to communicate with those things that normally are without voice.
The first day of spring is a busy day for the house, when it finally starts. For Kira, the day begins just as dawn is breaking into her room, when the first rays of sunshine make Malia roll over and snuggle deeper into the pillow, away from the sunlight for a few more hours. Kira can feel the insistent pulse of spring in her body. It permeates the air, makes it taste sweet like budding dew drops. When Kira can pull herself away from the sleep-softened angles of Malia’s face and the warmth of Malia’s body under the heap of blankets, she throws on clothes and heads out into the early morning.
Most of Kira’s day is spent in or near the lake on the back of the Hale-Tate property. The white-hot energy that boils inside of her is calm there, listening to the water lick at the lake bed, the sound of the wind rippling the water. First things first. Kira sweeps the lake for trash, spends her morning swimming every inch of the water to make sure that it’s clean. It’s the same water that the house uses in spells and rituals, the same water that they bless and give to others. It’s a long day, a tiring day, but Kira can think of nothing better than sating the white hot fox fire inside of her by spending the day pouring love and purity into the water around her. By the time Kira pulls herself out of the water, it’s well after noon, and Kira lets the sun dry her off, half-dozing with her fingertips skimming the surface of the water until the crisp air of dusk wakes her again. Lydia usually comes around then, and the two of them make small, easy talk until Lydia heads off on the rest of her day, and Kira heads back to the house to start dinner.
Lydia does the front room and dining room and shop front. She’s also in charge of cleaning out their store of dried herbs and the magical pantry and cauldrons etc. She’s got a sharper sense of purification magic, and she knows how to organize and arrange things to suit everyone’s fancy. Plus, Allison fell into and got stuck in one of Lydia’s cauldrons once, so now nobody is allowed to clean them except for her. If she finishes early, she goes out to help Kira clean the lake and take up new water to bless. Then, Lydia’s route takes her to the shed to collect whatever Derek has put together in the basket for her. From there, she checks to make sure that all the runes are still in place, keeping their land protected, and meets Malia wherever Malia ends up on their property line. Malia holds the water to be blessed and Lydia carries the herbs and things, and they head inside to see what Kira’s preparing for dinner.
Allison and Derek dust and vacuum and sweep up, because Allison needs someone around who can ground faer when fae inevitably stop working to examine whatever knick-knacks fae just found under the bed or next to the curtains or behind the couch. Derek is a wall, a very patient wall. They herd Allison around the house, stopping to press little kisses and words of encouragement across faer hairline while they point out other things that need to be done. Allison is easily distracted, but easily refocused, and their energy works well together. They clean the kitchen and bedrooms and bathrooms
Once the house is clean, Derek leaves Allison to cleanse the house with sage and other smudge sticks while they head outside to tend to the grass and the land. Derek is in charge of raking the leaves, keeping the field clean, and gathering herbs and things from the drying shed to go into the pantry. Derek takes their time with this part, enjoys the tenderness of being able to twine together their own smudge sticks from the old tomes that are out in the shed. They take care to finish gathering everything, then leave it in the shed until Lydia comes to get them and put them away.
Malia is already by the cottage as Derek makes their way out to the back fields, pulling weeds and tending to the garden. Malia has a bug repellent that was hand-crafted by Malia for Malia’s garden, and Malia is the only one allowed to use it. It sits on Malia’s left side in a spray bottle that Malia picks up periodically, spraying once or twice and waiting for that simmering of the feel of magic use tugging in Malia’s chest. Derek steers clear of Malia while Malia works. Malia’s energy and magic is strong and powerful, but it’s also a little unwieldy, especially when Malia gets excited. And Malia is always finding things to be excited about. Malia visits with the coyote that protects their land at the end of a cleaning and blessing day. Malia brings it food and sits with it, and the coyote usually lays with its head on Malia’s stomach for a little bit, and they communicate like that, sharing one spirit until Lydia comes to collect Malia for dinner.
oh my god I'm so sorry you're getting such disgusting anons and I'm even more sorry that this is far from the first time it happens. I wish they'd leave you alone, it must be so creepy and ugh I can't even imagine, just. I'm sorry you have to go through this again :( I hope they're gonna stop at some point (and that it will be soon)
Honestly this happens like once every week and it’s just routine at this point
1 3 6 16 17 18 19 20 please? :D (sorry if that's too many you can ignore some)
1, 18, and 19 are here.
3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?
Crack. Crack is my happy place for sure. I like writing feelings, though, stuff that makes you feel shit but makes it all better in the end. I don’t know that I always succeed, but I do enjoy doing it.
6. First fic/pairing you wrote for? (If no pairing, describe the plot)
It was a Stiles/Derek future fic. I’m still really proud of it.
16. Do you have structured ideas of how your story is supposed to go, or make it up as you write?
Honestly a lot of my process is me messaging one of three people saying “hey i have this stupid idea” and one of them responding with “yeah but do it”.
After that it’s anyone’s guess.
17. Would you describe yourself as a fast writer?
I can be, but I wouldn’t say that it’s constant at all. I can write 4k fics in a few hours and then not write anything for months, and then take three weeks to write 2k.
20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of.
“You,” John says, pointing at him accusingly. “Remember that conversation we haven’t been having?” Derek nods. They’ve been dancing around the topic of Stiles since the time John caught them asleep on the couch a few months ago, curled around each other in the warm glow of the TV screen. He’d woken up to see John standing above them, Stiles asleep on Derek’s chest, possibly also drooling. He’d looked from Derek, to Stiles, back to Derek, then gave Derek a very pointed ‘I am watching you’ glare before walking away and up the stairs to his room. “Consider it had. Now do something about it. It won't be in front of you forever.”
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! The Internet just cut out on my computer so I’m answering this with no gifs on mobile, but please imagine a large number of gifs with one person being tackle hugged by another.
oh my god on the ask you received about minors I read minions and I was so, so confused. why did I even think of that. (also yes brooklyn 99 is good this show is amazing, I'm catching up tomorrow but I'm glad you're enjoying it so much too!) (also how's nanowrimo going?)
i’m completely hooked on brooklyn 99, it had been a while since i liked a tv show that much! it’s all thanks to @bittcrblue casual reblogs that i finally gave in. i’ve started pushing daisies now and it’s really good too!
i gave up on nano sadly, life got in the way. there’s always next year! i hope yours is going well :)
