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Author's Note: Just smashing prompts together because what I was working on started running away from me. I needed something to replace it.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 14); Mc4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: In a Flash; Old Shoes (Y); Lovely Triangle; Gryffindor MC; Hufflepuff MC; Beauxbatons MC; Rian-Russo Inversion (x2); Lunar Era; Bucket Listing (Y)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 14 – Assignment 05
Subject (Task No.): Calligraphy (Task#4: ALT Write about a veela.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Fantastic Beasts [194](Fleur Delacour); 365 Prompts [103](Fleur/Tonks); Scavenger Hunt [45](a Poly Ship); Days of the Year [Jan 26th](Newlyweds in the honeymoon phase); Hot Tea [01](Deserted Island AU); National Weddings Month [14](Going on a honeymoon); Crochet Week [03](Fleur Delacour); Sytherin OTPs [17](Fleur/Tonks); But Can You Spell It? [O](Ocean); Bottle Fame/Brew Glory [Amortentia](Ashwinder Egg)[Rage]
Other MC4A Challenges: SpB [1E](Fire); TrB [2E](Applied Phlebotinum); Ship (Courtly Beast)[Bingo](5A - Beach/Pool); Hunt [Sp Items](Flower);
Representation(s): Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Odd Feathers; Pear-Shaped
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: n/a
Word Count: 772 words

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Flower in Paradise
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Fleur was currently hiding in the abandoned hut they had found on the island where they had landed. She could not help but scoff a bit at the thought. They had not landed anywhere. They had crashed. She had allowed her bondmates to talk her into using a Muggle airplane to travel to their honeymoon destination instead of insisting on taking a Portkey and look what happened!

They crashed on a deserted island where they had only each other for company. Since they were all relatively unharmed (just a few bumps and scrapes from being thrown from the plane), the solitude had been nice. They had really enjoyed it the first few days. They had thoroughly enjoyed it. Even the memories were enough to make Fleur tingle a bit.

Or maybe that was the bloody sunburn.

Tonks had lived up to the nymph part of her name. Not that it was any hard endeavor to convince Bill to sex in any manner of ways or in any number of places, and if there was one thing that the island had plenty of, it was beach. But after they had all finished, they had fallen asleep.

Right there.

Right on the beach.

Right on the beach where there was no shade.

Tonks instinctively darkened her skin as a protective measure. Bill didn't burn so much he aggressively freckled. But Fleur was not made like them. Veela were not meant for tropical beaches without any kind of protection for their delicate skin. Her skin had burned. Now she was the same shade as Bill's hair, and it hurt so much.

So Fleur was hiding in the hut, made by some long ago person who hopefully got off this stupid island rather than walking out into the ocean to finally end it all. That idea was perhaps too tempting for a newly bonded wix of her capabilities. At the very least, maybe a nice swim in the water would help ease her suffering. Though to get back to the beach, she would have to leave the little shelter.

Then again, both Tonks and Bill were probably on the beach or in the ocean working on various things like how to get the attention of any passing ship or plane or catching food. Tonks proved to be very adept at catching not only fish but other marine life. Ever the curse breaker, Bill was trying to put together some kind of magical signal that would call help to them. Of course, that relied on people actually looking for them instead of just writing them off as lost in the crash.

Fleur decided to risk it. The sun instantly heated her skin as she left the hut, despite the trees that were shading the area. Most of the trees were either coconuts or bananas, but there was a few other kinds, most of which were palms. There were some flowering pushes, too, but while the flowers were pretty, none of them recognized what they were, so they all elected to leave them alone. It was better to admire from afar than risk poisoning themselves.

The trees were thinning into the white sands of the beach when Fleur heard the distinctive sound of a plane flying by overhead. She ran the rest of the distance, spotting her bondmates running towards their shaped signal pit. Bill fell to his knees at one end of the large S and began trying to get sparks from his broken wand. Still dripping from the ocean she had been swimming in when she had heard the plane, Tonks landed at the other end trying the same from her own wand, which was missing a chunk off the tip even if it was still mostly intact. Neither were having much luck.

The plane would have completely passed in just a moment.

Frustration with the entire situation boiled over into rage with her. Letting loose a screech of earsplitting pitch, she summoned a pair of fireballs in her hands and threw them at the fire pit. It flashed with blue-green flames from whatever Bill had found to act as a fuel source. Setting something on fire felt just as good as it normally was destructive.

Tonks ran a hand through her bright purple hair as she used the other one to shade her eyes to track the plane.

"I think they're circling back," she announced as Bill and Fleur joined her. Overwhelmed again, she yanked first Tonks and then Bill into celebratory kisses.

"We're taking a Portkey home once we get back to civilization," Fleur declared.

This time, neither of her bondmates argued with her.