If that 3 sentence thing is still open, jeanluke and flower?
send a ship + a keyword and i’ll write a 3-sentence fic!
Jean-Paul watches emotion flicker across Lucas’s face: first surprise, then confusion, amusement, and finally… affection.
“Don’t really have to ask who left this here,” Lucas says, gesturing towards the makeshift vase on his desk, with its makeshift bouquet of wildflowers, before turning to steal a quick kiss— “But I do have to ask what brought this on.”
“You spend so much time building up here,” Jean-Paul says, fond, “I thought it might be nice to bring in a bit of life.”