This was totally not my idea. Jazzymarie1006 on tumblr sent me a message that reminded me how we never found out what Flora's letter said! So this work was inspired by and is dedicated to her.

"Okay honey, do you know what this flower means?"

Helia returned home just in time to find Flora and their daughter Eden, engaged in yet another floriography lesson, as was expected of a Lynphean child. And although Eden was only two (or two-and-a-half as she would stubbornly correct), she was fiercely intelligent, even occasionally exceeding Helia's knowledge of the topic (not that he knew much to begin with), much to their pride.

"That flower means love mommy!"

"Very good my little love bug! Do you know what kind of love?"

"Um…," Eden hummed in thought. Helia chuckled as he entered the living room, pressing a kiss to Eden's head followed by Flora's temple and her pregnant belly, before joining his wife on the couch. "Is it love for toys?"

Helia again couldn't help his chuckle escape and Flora gave a sympathetic smile. "Not exactly dear. But why don't you try again?"

As Eden thought, Helia whispered, "Which flower is she thinking of?"

Instead of answering, Flora re-summoned a beautiful pink and red flower, a mischievous glint in her eye as she presented it to Helia, silently daring him to identify it.

"Hmmm...The Cresent Flower of Love," he answered, much to Flora's surprise, "Don't look at me like that! I know some things, and I knew about that flower for a long time, I remember it well. "

"What does it mean daddy?" Eden asked as she stood up and joined her parents on the couch.

Her father stretched out his arms to raise Eden onto his lap as he answered, "It means love for family, specifically the love between mommies and daddies and their children. Like how we love you and baby Theodore so, so, so much!" Helia flourished his statement by pressing several kisses to Eden's cheeks while she squealed adorably.

"That's right mommy?" Eden asked as she turned to her mother. Helia also turned to her, smugly raising an eyebrow as he awaited her affirmation.

Flora defiantly raised an eyebrow of her own, before turning a sweet smile to her daughter."It is true that we love you and your baby brother very, very much Eden, and it is true that this flower is the Cresent Flower of Love, it represents romantic love, not love between parents and children."

"It's 'mantic love?"

"Yes sweetie. Like the way mommy and daddy love each other, or like the prince and Cinderlla."

"Really?" Helia couldn't help but blurt out, "that's not what you told me!"

"Helia, who told you that?"

"You did!"

Helia opened his mouth to assert his claim, but Flora chose that very moment to rise up from the couch, struggling against her shift in gravity. The argument dying on his lips, he rose and placed Eden, who was surprisingly quiet, onto his hip and he assisted his wife up.

Once Flora was fully standing, she smiled wickedly and laughed at her husband. "Dear, I don't know who taught you that, but it certainly wasn't me!"

" Yes, you did !" Helia insisted, "You told me before we even started dating, at the Sequoia Stones!" Helia hoped that this would jog Flora's memory, but it immediately faded when she cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Flora, one time, years ago, we crossed paths at the Sequoia Stones between Alfea and Red Foutain, before they removed them when Jared broke his arm after he slipped on one. You were coming to study, I think, and I was meditating or training or something."

"Uh-huh…" Flora didn't really know where her husband was going with this blatant lie, or even remember what he was talking about, and she was much more interested in the grapes in the kitchen she had a sudden craving for, but she figured she'd humor him for now.

"You dropped a letter that had The Cresent Flower of Love drawn on it, and I picked it up and gave to—you really don't remember this?"

"You don't 'member that mommy?" asked Eden, who wished to participate even though she really had no idea what her parents were discussing.

Flora giggled at her daughter's comment, stroking Eden's curly dark hair out of her face, before returning her gaze to Helia. "It sounds vaguely familiar…" And it did, but she couldn't exactly recall, like the memory was just out of reach.

"Okay, well, that's good," Helia sighed. At least she had some idea. "You dropped a letter with the flower drawn on it. I picked it up and gave it to you, and I think I asked you who was it for? And you mentioned that it was for your parents, and the flower represented that."

Flora furrowed her eyebrows as she desperately tried to recall. A letter? With the flower? And she said it was for her parents? She usually called her parents, why would she write a letter…?

"I even remember I was surprised because I thought that the flower meant romantic love—and I was right!" Helia shouted, his last thought forgotten as he realized he was in fact correct, even though it was 12 years later. "I was right, and you told me I was wrong!"

"Alright, alright...I apologize, you were right!" Flora laughed as she lightly slapped Helia's chest. But she still tried to focus on Helia's memory, which was now vaguely returning to her. This was Year 2, when Helia just returned to Red Fountain...she was writing a letter? To her parents for some reason? With The Cresent Flower of Love on it? That was weird, usually Lynphean's gave bouquets with The Cresent Flower of Love to give to the one who had their heart…

Oh….

"Oooohhhhh!" Flora smacked her head and guffawed. "I remember now! Helia dear, that letter wasn't meant for my parents, it was meant for you! "

"What?"

"Yeah." Flora grinned broadly and blushed, her reserved and shy demeanor and feelings of her teenage crush—who was now her husband,— suddenly returning to her. "I remember it now. I had a huge crush on you and I wrote you a letter to tell you how I feel. It's sort of a tradition in Lynphea that if you're displaying your love that you give your partner a bouquet of The Cresent Flower of Love, but I figured that since you like art maybe you'd prefer a drawing. Anyway," Flora shied under Helia's intense stare and boyish smile, which made her blush even more. It's been years since she felt this flustered around him. "I was on my way to Red Fountain to give it to you, but I saw you at the stones and I lost all of my nerves when you picked it up, I guess I wasn't ready, so I lied and said it was for my parents."

"Wow. Really? That's so funny. And look at us now…" Helia smiled fondly at the memory, which now was somehow much more special as it returned to him. "Do you still have it?"

"What? The letter?"

"Yeah, I'd like to read it." Even though it wouldn't have changed anything now, he was still curious. What did she think of him back then?

"Um," Flora's blush became a deeper shade of red, as she considered her husband reading the thoughts of her teenage self if she could even find it. It had been so long she didn't even remember what it said. What if it was embarrassing? But if he really wanted to read it…, "I can try to find it. It's probably in the basement or the attic with the rest of my things from college."

"Thank you," Helia kissed her, both of them ignoring Eden's "Ew!" and squeals. "I'd really appreciate it love." Eden squirmed in Helia's arms, so Helia set her down and she took off, speeding away towards the basement.

"Mommy, Daddy let's go!" she called as she turned back, "I want to go to the basement!"

"We're coming sweetie!" Helia called after his daughter, offering his arm to his waddling wife, as they set out to find the forgotten piece of the past.

Hours later, Eden actually found the letter, tucked away at the bottom of the box filled with Helia's countless love letters, drawings and poems. It was wrinkled and faded, but the painting of the flower was still there, beautiful as always. But alas, it was already time for dinner, and soon after, Eden's bedtime, so the reading of the letter would have to wait until that evening.

So Helia laid in bed, waiting for Flora to return from her shower so they could read the letter together. And although he knew Flora actually wasn't doing so, he felt that she was taking longer in her shower than she usually did, while the letter laid at the base of the bed, tantalizing as it still remained unopened after 12 years.

12 Years. 12 years ago Helia met Flora, as a young, naive teen who somehow instantly fell in love. And those 12 years have been nothing but complete joy and peace for Helia. They traveled to various planets, fought terrible enemies, found friends, watched their friends fall in love, got married, had a child, with another on the way…and their lives were just beginning. It was incredible how...happy he was every day just to see Flora, his beautiful wife. If you asked Helia 13 years ago where he thought he'd be now, there was no way he'd imagine this…

And now Helia would get to see what Flora thought of him, all of those years ago. But of course, Helia already knew, reading the letter was more to scratch an itch, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Helia…" he turned his head to find Flora, smiling slyly with the letter in her hand. He was so lost in thought he hadn't even heard her leave the shower. "Here you go." She motioned for him to take the letter, which he did, running his fingertips over the faded and chipped paint.

"Thank you, love." Flora struggled, but eventually managed to climb up onto the bed next to him and snuggled close. Once settled, Helia carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter, and silently read its contents as Flora did the same.

"Wow…" Flora laughed once she finished, "That was so embarrassing. I sound like a lovesick school girl!"

"You were a lovesick schoolgirl…" Helia was interrupted by Flora throwing a pillow at him, pouting at his teasing. Once he removed the pillow from his face, he threw an arm around his wife, pulling her closer and inhaling her familiar scent. "But you're my lovesick schoolgirl, don't you forget that!"

"Yeah, yeah…" she mumbled, but Helia could see the remnants of a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Which made his stomach jump a bit. While they were madly in love, Flora never really blushed like that anymore. It made him feel...nostalgic? "What did you think?" she asked,

Helia gazed down at his wife. His perfect, beautiful wife who loved him from day 1. What did he do to deserve her? " It was perfect, sweet, and funny. Just like you. I love it. I'm so glad you wrote the letter, even if I only got to it a decade later" Helia skimmed over the contents once more, blush coloring his own cheeks as the fond memories returned to him, " And I'm glad you eventually confessed to me...I was definitely too...reserved to do it on my own. And look at us now, with a beautiful, growing family," he absentmindedly rubbed Flora's stomach, after placing the letter gently on the bedside table " I love you so much."

Flora looked up from her place in the crook of Helia's head, and stared into his eyes, his stunning blue eyes, which her daughter inherited, and she hoped her son would too. Although a few wrinkles surrounded his eyes now, they still looked as beautiful as they did the first day she saw them. He was as still as perfect as the first day she saw him, if not even more perfect. How shy was she back then to have almost let this go?

As she thought back to her past self, she smiled at how ridiculously shy she was, and how even confessing to Helia was what brought on her Charmix, but oh well…

The best things in life are worth fighting for, even if that means facing your worst fears.

"I love you too." She closed her eyes, anticipating Helia's gentle kiss. He tried to pull her as close as possible, as the world fell away from the couple, past memories and future promises coloring their minds as they reaffirmed their love for each other, then, now, and forever.

12 years ago…

Flora lied in bed, wide awake, unable to sleep with him on her mind. She met him only a few times and yet somehow he dominated every part of her mind. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate in class, there was only him…

Helia.

He was an interesting man. A specialist who dropped from Red Fountain, went to art school, completed a three-year study in a year-and-a-half, returned to Red Fountain for a day, saved Flora from being eaten by a monster, then let it go, then returned to Red Fountain as Year 2, somehow being "to advanced" for Year 1 study despite dropping out the middle of Year 1, then easily returning as if he weren't gone for a majority of the time.

He was...kind to Flora, and no guy had ever really done that if there weren't some ulterior motivates. He saved her, gave her a drawing, wrote a poem about her, according to Layla. Did that mean he was interested? She didn't know. She wanted to get to know him better, but Helia was so...mature. So mysterious, reserved, so...adult-like. Every time she even thought about talking to him her anxiety shot up. Even dropping off the white roses at his dorm nearly gave her a heart attack, especially since he was seconds away from catching her. Apparently, according to Stella via Brandon, he loved the roses, and he believed they were from her...so why didn't he reach out? If he liked her he would reach out first, right? That's how it worked on Lynphea...how did these things go with guys from Melody? Maybe he liked the roses because they weren't direct? Maybe she should confess indirectly, would that work better for him, to give him the confidence to ask her out? But how? On Lynphea, boys gave girls bouquets of The Cresent Flower of Love to show their hearts belonged to them. They were typically given after the couples started dating, but what Helia didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Would he like flowers, or would that be too much? Specialists usually gave flowers to their girlfriends, so it might be a bit much if Helia brought a whole bouquet to his dorm. But how else could she give him the flowers... and how would he even know what they were supposed to mean?

What if...what if she gave him a card instead...or a letter? Yes! That would be perfect! She could write a love letter, draw the flower on it, then give it to Helia for him to read later, then he could take the next step. It would be perfect.

Flora rose out of bed, her eyebrows crossing in concentration while she tried to come up with the words to her letter. It didn't come to her immediately so then she started with painting the flower. The methodical movements as she painted red and pink in the floral design caused her to become lost in thought. In just a few hours...she'd go to Red Fountain, and basically tell a man that she met weeks ago that she liked him. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating.

It was love.

Flora finished up the painting as she moved onto the letter, the moment of clarity striking inspiration onto her. The pen shook as she wrote, but it was now or never, and Flora chose now.

Dear Helia,

I never really got the chance to thank you for restraining the dragon that attacked Red Fountain. I can't even imagine what would have happened if you didn't so...thank you. I really, really appreciate it. And also thank you for keeping me company when the witches attacked Red Fountain. you didn't have to but I liked that you did.

Thank you for that really nice drawing you made of me too! That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever made for me. It was beautiful, and I'm so honored that you did that. You are so talented!

And thank you...just in general. You're always so kind and patient with me, and I really appreciate that about you. And thank you for being so much yourself. I know that you must get a lot of criticism, being both an artist and a specialist, but just by returning to Red Fountain, you have proven that people can both be pacifistic and seek to fight evil. Just because someone believes in pacifism doesn't mean they're a doormat, ready to be stepped all over. I've been at Alfea for a while now and I've struggled with explaining that to people, but ever since you came it somehow just...clicked for a lot of people. I think that it's incredible you can do that. Your mere presence is so inspiring, I enjoy that so much.

Helia, I really like you. I really, really like you. From the moment I saw you I was really interested, and as we got to know each other a bit more I began to like you a lot more. Every word you speak I feel like it resonates in my soul. Every action or decision you make I am in complete awe of, they're always right. There is so much that is incredible about you that it feels like my breath is taken away every time we meet. You're handsome, kind, and you have a beautiful soul. You're an amazing artist and specialist, but even if you were none of those you'd be pretty special to me.

No one has ever made me feel...seen, but you have. So even if you aren't interested in me...in this way, that's okay, because we already met, which I am always grateful for. I hope I'm not being overbearing but it's the truth.

Anyway, if you are interested in me...just let me know. I'd like to know you more and see what's hiding beneath the surface. I'm sure worth knowing.

Thank you, for everything.

Love,

Florance Eden Ramirez

P.S. The flower I painted on this is called The Cresent Flower of Love. In Lynphea you give it to the one who has your heart. I tried my best but I'm sure you could have done a better job!

Flora finished the letter, then immediately hopped into bed, her mind clearer than it had been in days. Tomorrow, she would give the letter and tell Helia she loved him.

The letter laid on her desk, as dusk became day, the promise of tomorrow forming into the promise of yesterday, but nevertheless, a promise that was eventually fulfilled.

So yes, this was just a short one-shot I quickly made up, so forgive me if the writing isn't fantastic, but I just wanted to get it down before I forget or lose motivation.

Message me on tumblr alwayswriting101 if you want to talk Winx! Or send fic requests that I will probably take forever on writing!

Again, dedicated to jazzymarie1006 (tumblr). Shoutout to their fabulous Flora/Helia content.

See you next time.