#blue hydrangea match him so well..........
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Here is chapter 1! I hope you like it. Chapter 2 will come out in a few days. Comments are appreciated!
Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU
Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.
Word Count: 1,693
Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing
The weather outside did not match the feeling in the conference room. Outside the window you saw the bright sunny sky, not a cloud in sight. You longed for the warmth to touch your skin. Inside this room you felt cold. The walls were a dark cherry mahogany. A marble sculpture of a horse sat in the corner. You’re sure it cost more than a years worth salary for you. You chewed on your lip, a nervous habit you developed at some point. Everyone was patiently waiting for the same person to arrive so you could finally get this over with. Never would you have imagined you’d be in a position like this. Being married off to a man you’d never met. You knew of him of course. Who didn’t? Min Yoongi was the CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the world. He was the sole heir to a large fortune being that the Min family was one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in all of Asia. He was dangerously handsome with an arrogant attitude. A womanizer who was constantly in the media and not in a positive way. Just a few months ago we was caught on camera being tossed out of a club for punching the bartender. The video showed him staggering around so drunk he could barely stand straight. He shouted some choice words before shoving three random women into the back of his Rolls Royce and having the driver speed off. Of course the poor bartender didn’t even file any charges knowing he’d never win against the Min family power and money.
Shareholders started worrying about Yoongi’s ability to lead the company, some even demanding he step down. People were uncertain if they should invest in a company run by a sloppy drunk with clear emotional baggage. Stocks in Min Enterprises began to plummet which meant the Min family money started to dwindle and only then did they decide it was time to step in. Which is how you ended up here, sitting across from Yoongi’s parents and some of the other higher ranking officials at Min Enterprises. They had come to the conclusion that it was time for Yoongi to settle down. He needed to find a nice wholesome woman who could help him clean up his image, turn his life around, maybe have a future heir and turn himself into a well respected family man. The problem with that was that Yoongi had never lasted more than a couple weeks with any woman since he was about 19. Often going for quick hookups with women he met at clubs or random models he got ahold of that just wanted to use his name to further their career. In his mind it was easier. No strings attached. No chance of falling in love. No heartbreak. Just sex and send them on their way.
You were a simple girl. You didn’t come from money or power. You loved flowers, blue hydrangeas were your favorite. You often enjoyed a mug of warm milk before bed or maybe some chamomile tea if you were feeling adventurous. Most of your clothes were thrifted and definitely not name brands. You’d only ever had one serious boyfriend and less than four flings. You were the exact opposite of Yoongi and the women you often saw him photographed with.
Which is exactly why the Min family thought you were the perfect match to save their wayward son and bring a good reputation back to the Min name. You had no one else to thank but your old college roommate and best friend Jimin. After graduation he moved away but you kept in touch with each other. One day you get a voicemail from your friend asking you to come visit him in Korea. After calling him back and him assuring you the trip was all expenses paid by himself you agreed. Little did you know of the secret motive. Jimin had moved to Seoul after graduation, quickly getting a job at Min Enterprises. He started as just an assistant to Yoongi’s assistant. Over time Jimin was able to work his way up and was now a member of the board of directors and one of Yoongi’s best friends. When Jimin heard of the Min family plan he immediately thought of you and threw your name into the contenders ring as a potential suitor for Yoongi. You had recently complained about wanting to get out of your small town and Jimin recalled several instances where you mentioned your ever failing love life and non existent bank account so what better way to get around that than to marry a handsome young billionaire.
Your thoughts were interrupted when someone cleared their throat. Looking up you were greeted by the handsome face of Kim Seokjin, one of the Min family lawyers. “Can we be expecting Yoongi any time today?”, he asked probably more sarcastically than he had planned. As the elder Mr. Min started reaching for his phone the large double doors swung open and swiftly slammed shut as the man you were all waiting for stomped over and took his seat next to you, clearly agitated at having to be there.
You knew that Yoongi was handsome, most of the world knew that, but seeing him in person was different than any photos you’d ever seen. Soft perfect skin, piercing cat like eyes, silky jet black hair that he had started to let grow out. He was wearing a fitted dark green suit that probably cost more than every piece of clothing you owned. His cologne intoxicating, a mix of cinnamon and vanilla. He smelled like comfort and warmth.
When he realized you were staring at him he looked over at you turning to a face of disgust before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the lawyer, “Jin, can we get this over with? I have more important events to attend to.” You watched the lawyer lay out several sheets of paper in front of the two of you. “Right so these are the basics of the contract. It’s pretty standard. The Min family will release an official statement announcing the marriage of their only son Yoongi and Miss Y/N. The wedding will take place shortly after.” You watched as Jin turned to you placing an additional paper down in front of you and pointing to the stipulations as he read them off, “Y/N you will take the Min last name. You will move into Yoongi’s penthouse. You will agree to attend all social and/or professional functions with Yoongi and occasionally you will have to go alone as the Min representative. You will be given a credit card to make any and all purchases for any thing you need or want. And lastly you will uphold a satisfactory image as to not taint the Min image. Also please be aware that a divorce is not an option and the contract will only become nullified in the event that either Yoongi or Y/N were to pass away leaving the other as a widow.” You nodded in understanding while staring down at the list of demands in front of you. Things could be worse you thought but this still wasn’t ideal, especially not having the option for a divorce.
Jin turned his attention over to Yoongi placing a similar paper down in front of him and going over his stipulations which were much simpler than yours, basically don’t get caught with other women and don’t get drunk in public. You scoffed knowing that he would struggle to uphold his end of the contract. You were blindsided though when Jin read off the final stipulation, “After the wedding Yoongi will make an initial donation in his and Y/N’s name in the amount of $5 million US dollars to ‘Little Rays of Sunshine Orphanage’ in Y/N’s hometown. Then he will make an additional $1 million donation every year thereafter for the duration of the marriage.” Your lips turned up into a small smile. You had jokingly told Jimin that you’d agree to this whole ordeal if Yoongi donated a large amount of money to the orphanage that you grew up in. You didn’t think he’d actually get it done but you were a little relieved knowing that at least going through with this was going to benefit many children in need. You made a mental note to thank Jimin later. Deep in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed how Yoongi had looked over at you with furrowed brows questioning that request.
Jin placed a pen down in front of you before clapping his hands together, “Alright now that that’s out of the way the two of you just need to sign and date here and here and we can all go on with our day.” Trying your best to hide your shaking hand you gently grasped the ivory pen taking a deep breath before signing away your life to this man you met less than 15 minutes ago. Handing the pen over to Yoongi he glared at you before releasing a loud sigh and roughly taking the pen from your grasp signing away his name. Once it was done Mrs. Min began to speak but was cutoff by Yoongi loudly pushing his chair back and slamming the pen down on the glass table, “I have places to be.” And with that he stormed out of the room loudly slamming the door behind him. Mr. And Mrs. Min along with the rest of the elders followed not long after giving you a nod goodbye. You looked up to Jin who gave you an apologetic smile. He patted your hand as he continued to pack up his belongings, “He’ll come around Y/N. Just give it some time. He puts on a tough act but underneath that harsh exterior is really a sweet kid who got lost along the way.” Going into this you thought maybe this could actually work out and the two of you could at the very least pretend to love each other. Now, after meeting for the first time, you’re not so sure.
#yoongi x reader#bts#bts yoongi#yoongi x y/n#yoongi fanfic#yoongi angst#ceo au#arranged marriage au#yoongi fic#bts fanfic#suga#min yoongi#yoongi#bts x reader
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Prue Zane, age 13: fresh from her first kiss from one James Corvin, is daydreaming of a farmhouse and two kids and blue ribbon pies at the harvest festival, and she can't stop smiling. Even when Reese Verner teases her about the 'PZ + JC' heart doodles in her math notebook.
Prue Zane, age 14: James asked her to the spring semi-formal and gave her a corsage that matched his boutonniere. Reese's date came down with mono (did he actually have one to begin with?), and he looked so miserable standing in the back corner of the school gym. So she pulled some of the blooms from both her and James' flowers, and made him his own little bouquet, and used a hair clip to pin it to his suit jacket. Sofia used the last three photos in her Polaroid camera so they could each have a memory of that night.
Prue Zane, age 14 1/2: the fire destroyed everything.
Prue Zane, age 15 to 22: all foster homes and group homes look the same through a haze of cheap liquor and weed and bad decisions. She keeps the fake IDs in the CD jewel case labelled 'Sandstorm by Darude'.
Prue Zane, age 24: Court-ordered rehab sucked, but she's okay now, and the only things left from the previous years is a nose ring and a butterfly tattoo. She's well on her way to completing her GED, and her co-worker Becca is turning into a fast friend. Prue makes them waffles for dinner at Becca's grandma's house.
Prue Zane, age 25: Her grandpa is dead. She's bitter at being abandoned by him 10 years earlier, but therapy was helping. Then, the letter from Chief Bowers arrives, and Prue feels like puking. No, she does puke. Right into Becca's grandma's hydrangea bushes. Becca makes a road trip playlist, and buys a five pound bag of sour patch kids. Prue tries meditation.
It's time to return to Fernweh.
(playlist under construction)
#the fernweh saga#fernweh saga#oc: prudence 'prue' zane#I'd like to give a shout-out to canva and Pinterest and picrew and a slow afternoon at work#welcome to my newest hyperfixation#I'm playing the JR route and this throuple has my whole heart and we're only on book one#might write a fic later who knows
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Ahh so, lately, I've been slowly (emphasis on slowly) working through another animatic.... so while I'm doing that I thought it'd be fun to share some thought processes i had while making Juliet (which you can watch above)!! I'm obviously not gonna analyze all of it, as a lot of the lyric matches and like, color meanings, for example, you can understand just fine on your own, but some stuff maybe might not be as obvious? So yeah, this is just gonna be me inanely rambling, in case anyone is in the market for thinking too deep into symbolism and character analysis hdgdhd
0:07
Starting off with the intro, the big flowers here are hydrangeas :) I intentionally tried to pick a color between blue, pink and purple, as the meanings for all three apply here. Blue hydrangeas symbolize understanding and gratefulness, and remorse and apology, sort of as 'I understand where I went wrong, and I'm sorry for not treating you fairly". I think this would fit well with Shigeo's feelings towards Ritsu,, pink, however, symbolizes heartfelt emotion, romance, and true feelings, which I thought was great for the Tsubomi side of things, especially in regards to the last arc. And purple symbolizes understanding, and gratefulness, without as much of the negative connotations. Sort of like a positive inverse of the blue ones' symbolism - a 'thank you for sticking with me'. Which is relevant for all the platonic relationships in his life, all the friendships, and, well... as I see it, also his relationship with himself - between Mob and ???% :')
Also I think the other flowers were lilacs, but. Tbh, i don't remember anymore.. their symbolism wasn't as relevant in my mind i think hdhfg (though i'm sure you could still extrapolate something from them if you really wanted to (which, in my country, they're often associated with students and graduation, so like, learning and new begginings/endings.... also i carry many memories of trying to find 3 leaved buds in them, for good luck, so take from that what you will ig! ^^;))
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0:15
Here, I intended to use a dark red outline as to not make it immediately clear that Shigeo was dripping blood. As when you hear the lyrics "I need to cry," one would immediately picture tears, right? I'm not sure if I succeeded (especially with the blood tw right before), but that was the idea. Along with how then, of course, the lyrics continue with "but I can't get anything out of my eyes," and the gruesome scene reveal, making it clear it's not tears at all... yeah. Also, I just want to mention the lyrics "did I die?" because they make me emo. In a way, a part of Shigeo, the old Shigeo, did die that day....
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0:46
not as much to say here, though I definitely drew this with the feeling of stagnation in my mind... like. Mob is growing physically, yes. But emotionally? He's festering, and only growing more, and more, stuck.... notice how the color dims. Blue is a sad color. But at least it is a color at all.
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1:14
Oh boy, lots.... of things to say here. Or, well maybe not say. Idk how to explain the symbolism in this one? It was more subconscious... Something about Mob trying to reach out and understand himself, only to get distracted by Tsubomi, and set his eyes on her instead. And ???%, in the mirror, turning to him judgementally... I think it's reflective of how Tsubomi also was part of the reason for the split, and how, in his yearning for Tsubomi, what he was seeking after the most was acceptance, even if he couldn't see it.... something along those lines <3
(Also, god it bothers me that i messed up the lighting in his reflection's hair hghdgd,, might fix that someday)
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1:56
"With two corks in his eyes", the two corks in this case being a dumbbell, and a book on social cues (which, btw, he canonically has).... I wanted to portray the things that he finds lacking in himself, and thus makes into roadblocks towards his path of self acceptance. Thinking of that line said by ???% about how, in his effort to join and train with the body improvement club, he was really just 'trying to make a new self', and wasn't really 'seeing' ???%. Trying to escape himself, the part of him with powers... and then s1 ep3, and how in it, Mob implied that he and his autism (dunno how else to put everything about that djghfh, it was just.. autism) are destructive... Yeah.
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2:00
"and a bully in his head"
Just want to note... obviously, the lyrics imply that ???% is the bully here. But, if you pay attention, ???% here actually looks rather.. anguished. And Mob looks almost angry... just thought I'd make it clear the situation is a little more gray than that! :)
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2:19
While drawing for this part, I couldn't stop thinking about this one analysis in youtube comments I had seen about how s2 ep1 was crucial in Mob taking that first, real step towards opening up emotionally, and how in the process, he's exposed to a much wider world morally as well. That's why I put the ghost family scene directly after the scene with Emi - he's beggining to consider his emotions, all the 'colors' he hasn't allowed himself to see, and that leads to him realizing his own autonomy, which leads to him considering his decisions more, which leads to the ghost family scene, where he's starting to consider the autonomy of spirits as well, instead of blindly following Reigen on these matters (who, as we know, doesn't know shit about that side of the world, and I would say... kinda allowed Mob to separate himself from his psychic side even more, with him mindlessly using his powers as a tool for work and nothing else). "I wanna be so much more."
I... actually have a lot of feelings, on Mob and his relationship with spirits and how that intertwines with his powers, but that's something to write it's own post about, not ramble about here, so I'll leave it at that i think jfgfh
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2:33
The relevancy of the lyrics very much stretch on into the instrumental for this one.. "I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "shit, he's so pretty." Something I can't believe," And then him flashing to blood on his hands, and a sequence of moments he's probably felt not so proud of,,, just wanted to note that in case it wasn't obvious. Also, I have feelings about hand symbolism in this show, too, especially when it comes to moments where Shigeo has looked at his open palm, but that's also a post for another day just as in the previous point jdgdhh (in short: all of those moments can be traced back to how he views the power he posseses)
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3:46
The two corks, in this case, are the spirit world, and the human world ^^ also notice how one of the figures among the spirits wears Mob's uniform... is that lord psycho helmet, or ???%...?? idk!!! You decide :)
Also the "bully in his head", this time, becomes not ???%, but the trauma of the incident... just wanted to bring that back to front and focus before the final chorus. Cause,, that really was the even that kickstarted it all, huh?
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4:00
Not an analysis, just wanted to say, I greatly enjoy the juxtaposition of "but i'm really just a kid," laid over top Shigeo bleeding on the ground. Mmmhmmm,,,, pain.
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4:11
I knowww I said I wasn't gonna be talking about the color meanings, but I just had to for this one. Obviously, I portrayed ???% menacing here, as they are menacing in this arc, but... notice how their aura is rather pink? I had finished this before the finale aired, so I didn't know it would be red in canon, but even knowing that, I would have returned to this. Because, with the pink... well, red does fit them better overall I would say, but in this case, I wanted to take the obvious choice, the color that is so commonly associated with danger, and... shift it to left a bit, make it a little softer. To emphasize the affection ???% holds for Tsubomi, the protectiveness they hold over Mob, the gentle side they show to Ritsu. And to bring us into their point of view even more, the red is instead relegated to the edges of the frame... a creeping vignete, that represents how they view the world around them is the dangerous part in all this. ..I hope all of that makes sense ;^^
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4:07 and 4:22
Anddd the two corks become the seperation between Mob and ???%, and Ritsu and Tsubomi... those really were the focal points in this animatic, the building blocks for who Shigeo is, as I see it.. and how reconciling with both Ritsu and Tsubomi, leads to him being able to reconcile with himself, too. Of course, there is Reigen as well... but I just wanted to focus on these 3 for this one. Also, I just wanna say that the panel of Ritsu, Shigeo and Tsubomi holding hands in the air is one of my fave panels ever and I loved being able to depict it.. it just makes me feel things. The yearning for childhood, and connections, and the feeling of being whole again of it all,,,, augh
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And. To end this sleep deprived ramble....
Notice how the animatic became more colorful over time? :)
Of course, part of that is just that I improved my style along the way, but... it was also very much intentional. A sort of reflection of Shigeo's journey, and how he rediscovered those colors along the way. Also was very much intentional from me for the final 2 frames to be the only ones where Shigeo's colors are actually accurate instead of just being symbolic - and that was to symbolize that,,, he was finally grounding himself in reality, and seeing himself for the whole, real person he truly is :')
The flower imagery wasn't as planned however, I decided on it as to make it match the intro that I made later and thus for it to come full circle, and I think it ended up adding to it!! Think of it meaning something along the lines of,,, just as in happiness, so in sadness, the flowers bloom. Or something like that.. idk jhgjdhgh
So yeah!!! Dunno who even read this far, but if anyone did, thank you for listening to my brainrot, I hope it was relatively interesting!! aanndd with that im also going to sleep, buh byeee u_u have good days/nights everyones <3
#mob psycho 100#mp100#kageyama shigeo#animatic#meta#video#kageyama ritsu#tsubomi takane#art#my own art#late night rambles#my own post#someone sent an ask about juliet and it reminded me that i had this whole ramble prepared lmao#so im finally posting it#sorry for how long this is ;^^ as you can probably tell i poured a lot of brainrot n feelings into this animatic#also the new one won't be as ambitious? in like the scope of it at least? itll be a more niche one#though more.difficult to execute in some ways#hint: itll be mogami arc related.... :)#that is. at least if i dont give up and its the next one i actually finish out of the rest of my animatic ideas lmao#anyways. actually going now soz. zzzzzz#Youtube
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Happy Birthday! | Charlie x Tallulah
not a self-insert fic this time 'round! the tallulah in question is the lovely @sweetangle8
sfw
fluff fluff fluff
mostly dialogue
A kiss on the cheek. Another on the forehead. And one more on the other cheek, for good measure.
Tallulah stretched out a bit, fluttering her eyes open to see a blonde figure sitting over her.
“Chuck? Is that you?”
“Mhm. Mornin’ babe.” A kiss on the lips, for even better measure. “Did’ja sleep well?”
They sit up, supported by their arms and rubbing their eyes. “Well it seems like I did, since I didn’t even wake up when you left bed.”
He laughs a little. “Yeah, sorry about that. I had to get a few things ready.” Charlie pulls Tallulah in, squeezing tight. “Happy birthday, hun.”
“Aw, thank you sweetie.” A peck on his cheek, just in case. “Looks like you’re dressed up, are we headed somewhere?”
He sported a white button-down with his usual jeans, not much but the nicest thing he owned. “Yeah, actually! I wanted to take you out to breakfast, if that sounds good to you?”
“That does sound good, just let me get ready first.”
“Oh! And one more thing.” Charlie perks up a little, eyes widening. “Could I choose an outfit for ya?”
“Have at it, rat boy.”
He strides over to the closet, throwing the doors open and scanning its contents.
“How about…this,” A brown boho crop with long flowing sleeves. “With…this.” Low-cut blue jeans. “That look good, babe?”
“Huh, you have a better eye for this than I thought.”
“Haha, I’ll take it! See ya downstairs, Tallulah.” Charlie makes his exit, closing the door behind him.
“There you are! Man, aren’t you a pretty thing?” He stands, meeting Tallulah at the foot of the stairs and holding them close again. “Come sit at the table for a sec, I’ve got a few things for ya.”
The pair is faced with a vase of white roses and blue hydrangeas, adjacent to 2 small, neatly-wrapped gift boxes.
“Aww, thank you thank you thank you Chuck!” Tallulah takes Charlie’s face, staining it with her lipstick.
Tallulah brushes the flowers’ petals with their hand and then picks up one of the two boxes, rattling it while holding it to their ear.
“Quit shakin’ the box and open the damn thing! I spent honest money on those, y’know.” Charlie teases.
The first and larger of the two contains a pearl-strung bracelet, held together with a golden hook. The second reveals a ring ornamented with a small, crystalline butterfly.
“So uh, do ya like them?” He stares down nervously, twiddling with his hands and anticipating a response.
“Of course I do, silly. Thanks again, Chuck.” Tallulah takes Charlie’s hand this time, painting it red to match the lipstick stains on his face.
“Good! Then why don’t we get going, huh?”
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Nicknames that Aster would give the twst students
obviously, i'm not an expert on every plant ever so some stuff might be inaccurate. my brain is also so little so if anyone has better ideas, i would love to hear em.
ace: he will forever be tartboy. no plant name for him because of his crimes
deuce: daffodil, they symbolize change and new beginnings. the meaning fits deuce well.
cater: marigold, they have both positive and negative meanings which fits cater pretty well. also they can be orange like his hair.
trey: clove. just clove. it's already close to his last name and it's also used in toothpaste which i did not know.
riddle: another simple one, he just gets called rose. no deeper meaning, it's just what clicked in aster's little brain.
leona: tiger lily. i know he's a lion BUT they represent pride, confidence, and wealth.
ruggie: dandelion but not just because he eats them. they're generally regarded as weeds which i thought fit him better than a fancy flower would.
jack: sword lily because they represent integrity and heroism which very much suits jack.
azul: sea holly. no deeper meaning to it, it's just a blueish purble plant that lowkey looks like an octopus.
jade: hydrangea. they look like big shrooms. and idk. let him be a hydrangea.
floyd: it was so hard to find one for him. for a while i was researching really tall plants to see if one would work. finally, i found the waterlily. these plants are known for being very temperamental and so is floyd.
jamil: i had trouble finding a decent one, but in the end i settled for cobra lily. there was also snake grass but it doesn't hit the same
kalim: sunflower. do i need to explain?
vil: iris. they're purple and fairly poisonous.
rook: this one also took me a second. at first i was searching for flowers that were particularly potent since vil makes him wear fragrance perfume. then i looked at invasive plants because he stalks people so often. but then i settled on purple pansy. mostly bc i thought it'd be funny to call him that.
epel: lilac because it's the color of his hair. that's it.
idia: bluebell, firstly because of his hair but it also prefers shade, like him. especially compared to the blue daisy.
ortho: blue daisy. they're both blue and this plant is all about sunlight.
malleus: there are probably so many better options, but i found this flower and i refuse to not give it to him. hollyhocks can grow really tall and come in dark colors, so it matches him pretty well. also who wouldn't wanna walk up to malleus and call him hollyhock???
lilia: he just gets a simple one, lily. it's close to his name but also there is a plant called lily of the valley. it's actually pretty poisonous and it likes shade.
silver: azeala. idk. it's a light color like his hair and it just feels right.
sebek: there are crocodile plants, however, i thought it would be infinitely better if he just gets called snap dragon and not malleus simply because he is so much more aggressive.
#twst#twst oc#twisted wonderland#ace trappola#deuce spade#cater diamond#trey clover#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucci#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#twst silver
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The secret life of flowers
Ted Lasso x Reader OR Ted Lasso X Rebecca Welton
5 times Ted gifts her flowers.
Warnings: none (lmk if you would like me to add something)
Carnations and lilacs arrive first. Pale pink and purple blossoms warm her office in the shadow of England's cold, bleak winter. A secret Santa gift so sweet and genuine she knows Ted Lasso is the sender. Months earlier, she’d mentioned that no one had ever gifted her flowers. Sure, some unemployed gaffers and hopeful sponsors had set outrageous arrangements, neon colours, and blooms the size of her head. But no one had ever bothered to give her flowers without wanting something in return. She proudly displays the amaranthine bouquet next to her computer, taking a moment to glance at the cheerful addition to the room as the season’s biggest snow falls outside.
“Oh, secret admirer?” Higgins asks when he stops by to pick up some paperwork.
“No! Not at all, just Ted. Secret Santa”.
The man nods, leaning in close to inspect the blooms, “They mean admiration”.
“Well, that’s nice, isn’t it?” she grins.
“Very nice of him, indeed”.
Higgins provides no more insight on the topic, taking his papers and scrambling out of the room with a speed that only makes her think there's something he’s avoiding.
Carnations and lilacs, she types into her search bar the moment Leslie is out of sight.
Fascination, distinction, admiration, and happiness. Interesting.
Sunflowers and echinaceas arrive next. The crisp, grey winter gives way to a plush, green spring. Ted delivers the flowers himself this time. Setting them on her desk while she works.
“I just wanted to say welcome back,” He explains.
“I was only off sick for a couple of days, Ted!”
“Sure, but you were sorely missed. Things don’t run the same without you here”.
It’s impossible to ignore the way her heart flutters, words caught in her throat when he smiles at her, his eyes soft and gentle. She manages to squeak out a ‘thank you’, wondering how everyone else manages to speak to him without wanting to hug him constantly.
She does her best not to overthink it but catches herself staring at the bright yellow and fuchsia blooms, the email she’d be typing out long forgotten as she considers the gift. Ted is a nice guy. He’s nice to everyone. That’s his whole schtick. Right? The flowers are nothing more than a gesture, an extension of friendship. Still, she can’t help herself, opening a new tab to overanalyze the subjective subtext of a bunch of flowers.
Adoration, well-being, strength, and loyalty.
Bouquet number three arrives when she needs it most, delivered via courier, accompanied by a perfectly timed text.
Heard you talking to Keely about that date last night. I didn’t hear much, but I gather it wasn’t great. Hope these cheer you up.
He’s right. The date had been a disaster. The guy had been an hour late, had nothing intelligent to say, no interest in listening to what she had to say, electing instead to watch the football match on the bar television. And worst of all, he had the nerve to just flat-out ask her for free tickets to a Richmond game.
The possibility that she might never find true love burns at the back of her mind. Maybe her expectations are too high? Maybe she’s asking for too much? But, the more hopeful part of her that grows each day thinks that maybe, just maybe, something good might come her way. Life works in mysterious ways.
Delphiniums and snapdragons. She sets the flowers in their rightful place on her desk, not bothering to shrug off her coat or make a cup of tea before she flips open her laptop, desperate to know the meaning behind the new blue and white bells.
Cheer, goodwill, encouragement, strength, and grace.
In an instant, her fingers are flying across her phone screen, typing out a message to Ted.
They’re exactly what I needed. Thank you, Ted.
In a sudden surge of confidence that immediately has her reeling, she follows with a second text of one blue and one white heart.
Hydrangeas and peonies are accompanied by a proposition. Ted knocks on the door frame before stepping into her office, a bright smile plastered across his face.
“That was a great game today, coach,” she’s quick to compliment.
“It was. The boys really wanted that win,” he waves off the praise, redirecting.
A moment of silence passes between them before she speaks again, closing her laptop to give him her full attention,
“Can I do anything for you, Ted?”
“Oh, yeah. Brought you these,” he says, presenting the bouquet from behind his back, “Caught you giving that little pep talk to Colin today. Wanted to say thank you. Richmond might technically owe their winning goal to your kind words!”
It’s her turn to brush off the compliment as she accepts the flowers.
“I know it might be too forward-- but I hope you don’t mind my asking. Would you like to go for dinner with me tonight?”
Her heart races, her smile growing, “I thought you’d never ask”.
After a wonderful evening and a sweet kiss goodnight, she lays in bed scrolling through search results for Hydrangeas and Peonies.
Gratitude, beauty, love, honour, joy. Oh, Ted Lasso, could you be any more wonderful?
Tulips and bleeding hearts are left in a vase on the nightstand, a gift from the night before. This time, an anniversary gift. One year. Rolling to her side, she finds him still fast asleep. Slipping out of bed, she tiptoes her way downstairs, taking a moment to scroll through her phone while the kettle boils. She thinks of the beautiful flowers brightening up her bedroom and all the bouquets that came before. Never had she imagined that she’d be able to associate such considerate and innocuous gifts with friendship and love. She finds herself typing the names into the search bar.
Compassion, passion, romance, true love, and perfection.
She couldn’t have said it better herself.
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:O!!!! shaved ice and bouquet for the oc meme ask? :D
thank you whispycas, i appreciate it sm
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
Viper: sylvia has a keychain that her brother got her when they were kids, its a metal snake which inspired her to pick her nickname in their mc. she would be devastated if she lost it, especially when she was separated from the rest of the group and didn't know if they even made it out of the horde fight that split them apart
Zaveth: he doesn't keep many possessions with him, since he travels often and only keeps his favorite weapons close
Amira: she keeps her badge around from when she got accepted to her first academy job in texas, and while most of the silver color rubbed off it still means a lot to her. if she were to lose it she wouldn't be that upset, but it is a nice memory to think about
Blair: she doesn't have anything from her childhood since she was taken to mobius so early on, plus she is used to going on missions so often that she doesn't stay in her room often (wouldn't have a place to put it)
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favorite?
Viper: thistles ksfsds (in actuality pyrenean violets, because they can look as if they are completely dead then come back with a few drops of water, representing how much she has been through and that she still fights back - and the zombie theme of the game she is from), also snapdragons (since they look like snakes)
Zaveth: he would mostly have a mix of brightly colored jungle flowers (to represent the biome he often explores), as well as marigolds (for their resemblance to the sun)
Amira: mostly red roses (for her hair and rose being her step daughter) and green calla lilies (for their beautiful shape and green for her eyes and ethans jacket color)
Blair: ghost plant (because of the color and how ghostly they look - matches the stem theme), black bat (the black and white combination is her style and the creepy factor of how the flowers look), and light blue hydrangeas (for the color matching her eyes and adding a beauty and the beast element)
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give me bouquet crush & confession for luka boy
you bitch
bouquet — what’s their favourite flower and why?
hmmm i think he likes sunflowers im not a flower language person so i have no real reasons aside from he thinks they are pretty. i think he also like hydrangeas probably the blue ones
crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?
i think we were mutually crushing for a while beforehand but neither of us wanted to say anything because wed known eachother for so long and have been friends for so long that we didnt want to ruin any of that. and i imagine were both very busy people no time for getting a boyfriend even though it was very obvious looking back on it now we were like >\\\<. i think he deals with it by choosing deliberately to not think about any of it chooses not to think about me or the conversation we had that day or what i was wearing or how i looked at him and instead putting himself to work to distract himself ewwww
confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?
i confessed after wed both been in the manor for at least a few months at that point for sure. well i intended to originally tell him what i felt pre manor soon after his exhibition actually but 😬 which is funny because even if i was to shoot my shot it wouldnt matter anyway
it was probably a little overwhelming for him on my part bc i imagine it was kinda like a. uh. like ummm like i was really sad about the whole situation and i couldnt deal with it anymore like it sucked to wake up every day in there and see him and be so so glad hes still alive and wanting to he close to him again but well. circumstances you know. and so i think its more of a blurting out on my part maybe after he gets hurt real bad in a match or something that i know he doesn’t remember me or anything we did together but i need him to know i love him so so super duper much i forever have and i forever will id do anything in the whole world for him blah blah alphabet soup type dialogue you know so i probably didnt go about it the best way buuttttt whatevs
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Haikyuu Fics
HELLO this is just a mass compilation post of like every fic ive ever read; for me to keep track of and also for anyone looking for things to read (updated from time to time)
Recent Editions
nov 10, 2022 (4)
Clipped To You by littleboat sakuatsu where atsumus crush on sakusa just gets increasingly worse after sakusa starts wearing cute little clips to hold his bangs back, bit of a slowburn but i love the 'im so in love with you its frustrating' arguments they have (8.1k wds)
Deep waters tell stories by cshika sakuatsu is a strangers to enemies to lovers college au where the two are paried as roommates and kinda through the year beome closer friends and eventually more, sakusa learns things about atsumus past and such lol, MCD and a sad ending though (16k wds)
Blue Hydrangea and a Mocha by runchrangtan sakuatsu it starts with them being roomates for the training camp, one day they sneak out for coffee and have a deep conversation. skip to like 7 years later where atsumu owns a coffee shop and a familiar face comes in, they rekindle relationships and atsumu realizes oh shit i have a crush on kiyoomi (24k wds)
caffeine high. by bringmetostellis iwaoi where oikawa the caffeine addicted, sleep deprived med student starts stopping by the coffee shop owned by iwaizumi, who just kinda watches from the counter as oikawa studies all day, ordering coffee after coffee, and becomes increasingly worried about this guy's health lol (5.7k wds)
may 16, 2022 (5)
Skateboards and Smoothies by akaashis_cupofwater (yours truely) yes this is a shameful selfpromo but whatever i love it its my baby and i want to live in this au so bad anyways sakuatsu (side sunakomo, +osamu whos just kinda there) college au it starts with them literally running into each other on campus then sakusa gets a job at a smoothie shop that just so happens to be right next to atsumus gym. it switches pov's throughout the fic as both of them slowly realize well shit im in love with him arent i (10.5k wds)
there he is again by crossbelladonna matsuhana just a short college au fic where makki basically just develops a mini crush on a very handsome stranger aka mattsun in the library, very cute gay panic ensues (1.6k wds)
Pas De Deux by hatsuna sakuatsu sakusas a dancer, very touch and germ adversed, one night hes practicing in a private gym room when atsumu very loudly invades the rest of his life, sakusa slowly learns to get used to it. very well written lol the fic is like a piece of art itself as it follows sakusa inner monologues about how to go about this disruption (19k wds)
that's what you get (for waking up in vegas) by skittidyne matsuhana as the title suggests, mshn wake up in vegas, very hungover due to the previous night of being blackout drunk, they spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what happened and why tf mshn have matching wedding rings. iwaoi are there too bc we love seijoh4 antics (4.2k wds)
run rabbit run by norio bokuaka honestly have no memory of this but i know i read it at some point when i first started reading fics and this description sucks but you should still read it i think bokutos just like always accidentally breaking things from being too loud or energetic and he wants to shield akaashi from that side of him so theres like some internal conflicts there but akaashi is always assuring that he doesnt mind,, idk sorry HAHA (6.3k wds)
jan 21, 2022 (5)
no sleep in the city by loveclounds i read this forever ago i guess i forgot to update the list lol iwaoi try every ramen place in town to find the best one. it includes a l o t of pining and misunderstandings but its worth it in the end tbh (7k wds)
rated m for by orphan_account usually not my style of fic its this like au where matsuhana are voice actors who start of as rivals bc of smth makki heard mattsun say about him but oh they fall in love isnt that neat heehee(10.7k wds)
its cold out here by bishounen_curious okay this one was kinda sexy but law did it make me smile hard matsuhana (and side iwaoi) are at a seijoh party getting fucked up over their loss and drunk asf makki stumbles out to find iwaoi and mattsun like smoking weed w/o him and hes like aw sad face but stuff happens and everyone confesses and idk if this is spoiling it im sorry anyways its just a fun fic (8.6k wds)
my heart beats for contract law by orphan_account matsuhana makki is deep in law school finals and mattsun is like yo come to mcdonalds and makkis like no i have to study and mattsun just drags him out anyways and basically makki, through his delerious sleep deprived burned out state of mind just looks at mattsun and thinks wow i fkn love this guy, and proposes. anyways its a good fic but i felt hella lonely after reading it but thats more my fault than the author HAHA a good read yessir (4.5k wds)
Wedding Ring by crazychipmunk iwaoi GOODBYE I WAS UGLY SOBBING ON THE FLOOR this is not what i expected when i looked at the 'sad' tag,, the initial premise is oikawa comes back from Cali one day with a wedding ring around his neck and his argentina/san juan teams try to figure out who's the lucky 'lady' and oh my god my heart my eyes my feels its so much more than that it deals with not being able to be public because homophobia and also their struggles being in separate countries and it hurt so bad. it ends on a good but mundane note idk i tuned out bc ive been reading this for like 7 hours straight but its so good if u have time to kill and wanna bawl ur eyes out (62.2k wds)
oct 10, 2021 (4)
talks firmly and calmly by warmly just matsuhana being dudes being guys being gays also iwaizumis there and hes great. just two idiots trying to figure out that relationships take communication and its great dw its a fluffy fic (10.9k wds)
something of a disaster by latenights short matsuhana fic its just mattsuns birthday and these two are just bantering back and forth like friends do and mattsun blows out his candles and makes a wish and theyre in love and thats all :) (1.4k wds)
like hollywood stars by skittidyne thisssssss oh my god iwaoi are like gods of death and the fic just follows them around the rare occasional times they cross paths and theyre just so in love and ahhhh (5k wds)
Lost in Translation by rageprufrock iwaoi nah bc this one almost took me out its from college iwa pov and he and tooru kinda get in a fight and kinda sorta break up for a bit and its just iwa making new college friends who take him out to bars and clubs n stuff to get his mind off things and iwas like wow ppl actually care about me omg and near the end iwa admits to someone his worries about his and oikawas relationship and it broke me i almost cried. dw it ends on a good note and its mostly up beat just for that one section sooo (9.6k wds)
Earlier Editions:
BokuAka:
Daisy Rings and Frivilous Things (i am deliriously in love with you) by gabstar is a cute friendship to dating fic and its incredibly happy and i love it very much lol (16k wds)
Inconvenient Fireworks by avennvares i think this was a neighbors fic akaashi is moving in and always works late and bokuto has practice all day so they rarely talk but it progresses into friendship and more and it ends on a good note (8k wds)
This Smacks of Rainbows by darkgaaraluver soulmate au where you see in black and white until you meet your soul mate, kinda slow in the middle but overall its pretty good (62k wds)
Rules by ConesOfDunshire its an au where bokuto has trouble connecting w new ppl and akaashi finds him playing piano one night and hes like yo thats really good can you come back and play again, and they do that everyday and its a whole thing, also a happy fic but vERY full of smut so be aware (120k wds)
In Another Life by littleluxray gotta put in this classic just incase you havent read it yet lol bokuto has insomnia and its lowkey killing him but akaashi runs into him in the hospital and hes like shit i like this guy and yeah very cute very good writing but it will take your soul and your heart shove em in a blender then drop the blender off a building so be wary (23k wds)
Rainbow Veins by bokkuroo another classic sad hospital one but akaashi is the sick one this time its pretty cute for the most part but the end will get you (12k wds)
a new chapter by keijistars theyre both parents and is basically follows akaashi taking their kids to one of bokutos games and you get just adorable bo and aka parenting also smiled the whole time reading this too lol (~8k wds)
The Sky and Guilt Are the Only Feelings I Have Left by oopsthisisqueertoo (bokuakuroo near the end) college au **TW for suicide depression anxiety and mentions of self harm please read the tags** akaashi has depression he wants to end his life until he meets dog walker bokuto which delays akaashis *plan* for a while. but its very well written imo and very very intriguing i read like 7 chps in one sitting one day. it is kinda sad near the end and may or may not have put me into a mini depression state so fair warning for that lol. also kuroo has a lil crush on akaashi too and that was real cute. the ending kinda happened out of no where and lowkey made me mad w how abrupt it was but it kept me busy for *checks calendar* like 2 months soooo (268k wds)
better than spy films by dalyeau bokuaka au where bokuto goes to look for food in kuroos apartment and bumps into kuroos new roommate akaashi and immediately starts swooning lol a lot of it is just bo admiring aka but it made me smile lol (3k wds)
surfacing by meeks00 akaashi finds out his former bf is cheating on him (with bokuto) and bokuto feels bad about being “the other guy” and they end up becoming friends to lovers ands its so well written the amount of times i caught myself smiling hnghh (theres like 2 kinda drawn out smut scenes i think) very cute and also side kuroken (~46k wds)
the jacket you never returned by daisuga made me very sad :') bokuto got amnesia and doesnt remember him or akaashi ever dating (or being gay for that matter) despite everyone telling him about it and akaashi basically has to sit back and painfully watch bo live his life with other people and it made me SAD (5k wds)
IwaOi:
Melt Me With Your Gaze by FindingSchmomo its basically a gaypanic!iwaizumi fic where he sees oikawa with his glasses on for the first time and hes like shit fuck hes hot oh my god and its a cute read because 10/10 can relate lmfao (4k wds)
Color Me Red by FindingSchmomo again lol iwa is a painter coming to paint oikawas house who is redesigning the whole thing by himself its kinda cute idk lol (5k wds)
Kilometer Zero by internetpistol literally i am in love with this fic its so fucking adorable oh my god it follows iwa and oikawa through becoming friends all the way to after college and both of them are like “i like them but they wont like me back bc im their bsf” and all their friends are like dying on the inside bc they ship them so hard lol and its so adorable please read it i think theres like one smut scene so (46k wds)
And All The Prince’s Men by FindingSchmomo oikawa is a prince and iwa is his like righthand servant boy and theres like demons and stuff and its pretty cool imma be honest it got slow near the end but cute overall and well written i guess. also theres a couple kyouhaba moments in here and im pretty sure this is why i started shipping them (65k wds)
Oikawa’s Last Wish/es by DananiaCake another classic sad iwaoi fic, its what it sounds like lol oikawa is sick and iwa wants to take him to do 3 things before oikawa ~goes~ and yes its v sad (5k wds)I Choose You by TripsH a cute soulmate fic is basically all that it is but i was smiling throughout bc it made my heart melt and its incredibly well written so (9k wds)
mint by tothemoon very well written post time skip oikawa basically plans a day for iwa when iwa visits and wants it to all be perfect and matsuhna are there too and its all real cute idk lol (19k wds)
lips like sugar by ohhotlamb oikawa offers to give iwa kissing lessons to impress a girl and iwa slowly realizes he doesnt actually want the girl iykyk. so cute so sweet i love the way its written its a good read for some happy iwaoi moments lol (8k wds)
darlin', your head's not right by aruariandance they are in uni they live in an apartment together (as friends) and oikawa teases iwa the whole time about how 5 year old iwa said he was gonna marry oikawa in the future. very wholesome and a happy ending and theres a few makki and mattsun// seijoh4 moments in there soo (14k wds)
Shiver by Yuu_chi omg this was so good i love it friends to lovers kinda where oikawa basically admits he loves iwa in middle school and never rlly brings it up again and iwas kinda fine with it and its basically iwa realizing maybe i like him back (even though it takes like 6 years lol) so so cute i love the ending ahh (17k wds)
just hear me out by loveclouds timer/beeper au where a beeper on your wrist goes off every time you make eye contact// are near someone youre compatible with. iwas has always gone off near oikawa but oikawas has never beeped so they think theyre biologically not compatible and it makes both of them feel guilty and anyways twas a very good read and the ending was great (~8k wds)
It's Not Love, Probably by starlitcities its basically just iwa pining over oikawa for like half the fic, very good w a drop of angst in the middle, short so if you wanna kill some time go for it (7k wds)
Mothra by my_own_liver mm fluffy fic and wow its so cute wtf. Oikawa not a dog person but meets iwaizumi and iwas very enthusiastic dad and kinda just roughs it out for the long run bc ✨iwaizumi✨ and its very cute and ik i said that already but hNGHHH (18k wds)
Misc.
the galaxy is endless (i thought we were too) by cosmogony is a pretty popular kuroken fic where kuroo has a terminal illness and um kenma kinda just has to watch him go through it. Im ngl i didnt feel sad reading this like most ppl did idk why but fair warning bc this seems to have the same effect on ppl as ial did lol (31k wds)
Even Though it All Went Wrong by plumtrees i think this is a pretty famous matsuhana one, hanamaki gets this terminal illness like his mom and its basically one of those fics where we just watch through mattsun's eyes as makki gets worse and worse and theres nothing he can do to stop it. very good fic despite me crying for like 75% of it while reading lmfao (9k wds)
Why Am I Here? (and the whole 5pt collection) by reginagalaxia the first one is mainly iwaoi but the whole collection is kinda daisuga and iwaoi, starts with sugawara trying to indirectly set iwa up with oikawa the yoga instructor and kinda goes on from there with the usual scheming suga, embarrassed daichi, annoying oikawa and grumpy iwaizumi. kinda cringe sometimes but overall very cute mhm (14k, 1.2k, 2k, 6k, and 2k)
Mannequin Men by surveycorpsjean this is actually the first hq fic i ever read. dont ask lol. this is basically just p*rn with a small helping of plot lol its bokuakakurotsuki (bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima) ive been hesitant to add it to the list but ehh why not. theyre all fashion models akaashis the newbie. oikawas there too, i mean everyone is but yk. it was actually pretty good lol i honestly dont remember how it ended bc its been like a year but i had a pretty good time reading it so. i also liked the iwaoi subplot but no spoilers here hee (76k wds)
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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE SEVEN || ASSAULT
↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + zenin maki + inumaki toge + panda from jujutsu kaisen
↳ warnings : mention of forced marriage + EXTREME grammar issues
↳ form : story
↳ published : 28 february
↳ pronouns : she/her
↳ word count : 2.5k
↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....
↳ previous episode : after rain
↳ next episode : boredom
↳ barista’s notes : hi again....barista violettelueur is back from the shadows of not writing anything ┬┴┬┴┤•ᴥ•ʔ├┬┴┬┴ but i want to apologies to you all for not working on your coffee orders, i just been really being in a non productive mood theses days but i should really bring it back up since i have mocks coming in soon....ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but overall, i hope you enjoy today’s episode and have a wonderful day/night ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡
BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:
1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.
2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.
2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique
no cursed spells used this episode...
3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.
“I think you can do that,” you stated in a quiet tone, causing Fushiguro to look in your direction only to see you staying still in the position that you had set yourself in before slowly pulling yourself back up to sit in a normal position, leading Fushiguro to go back to what he was in deep thought about.
‘I don’t get it, though. Why...did you run back then? What a waste of talent, but the girl back at that place, she knows how to use her technique extremely well’
“You possess such intellect, such skill, such power and such talent and yet you refuse to go against me with your full potential, are you mocking me?”
‘I have the potential to beat special grades? Is that what he meant by that?’ Fushiguro thought, before turning to look at you to discover you were looking into the distance while continuously sipping on your orange juice like the addict you were.
‘What was she trying to tell me? It seemed like L/N knows something...intellect?’
Slowly but curiously, Fushiguro began to reciprocate your previous movements by letting his hand touch the step between his legs before waiting for a second to see what you were trying to inform him, only for his hand to steadily go deeper into his shadow leading him to widen his eyes at this discovery.
“Tuna, tuna,” Inumaki mentioned, as he pointed at Fushiguro since he noticed what he was doing, leading Zenin and Panda to look at their classmate wanting to know what he was trying to bring their attention to.
“Huh? What?” Zenin asked in confusion, before turning her head in the shikigami user’s direction to realise what he was doing.
“Senpai, I think I can do it,” Fushiguro stated, with a rare smile before looking in your direction once again to see you were still staring at the field in front of you.
‘Such intellect…’
ꕥ
“Ahh?”
Suddenly, after you masterfully was able to swipe Zenin’s footing with the metal pole-arm she had given you for the practice match, you were suddenly hoisted into the arm once you fully turned around, only to suddenly find Panda effortlessly lift you up with his paws on either side, catching you by complete surprise.
“Are they finally going to get her?!” Kugisaki shouted in question since, for the past few days of training, no one was able to defeat you in any of the practice matches they had set out.
However, before Panda could act of on his plan, you gracefully spun your body around to face the other way like a professional gymnast before concentrating your cursed energy to your leg and foot as you swang down to kick the sorcerer in the back causing the animal to let go of the pole in pain as he fell while you landed with some stagger since you didn’t have enough time to plan your footing with Inuamki behind you to make sure you didn’t fall down.
“Maybe not...” Fushiguro muttered while sitting next to his classmate as both of them were sitting on the stairs spectating the fight going on between you and the two other second-years.
“Wow!” Kugisaki gleefully mentioned as she lightly clapped her hands for your performance.
“Ah sorry senpai, did I kick you too hard?” you sincerely asked, as you crouch down by his side to check if he was doing okay, to which he gave you a thumbs up to indicate his well-being before praising you for your performance which led you to stand up straight to move over to Zenin to give her a hand on getting back up.
“You’re really strong,” Zenin muttered with a smile causing you to smile back before stating, “Nah, you really made it challenging since it’s been a while since I fought someone good with weapons,” which lead your upperclassmen to tell you to get Fushiguro since it was his turn.
Leisurely walking to your classmates by the stairs, you casually threw the pole towards Fushiguro, who caught it instantly, before mentioning to him that it was his turn to train with Zenin leading him to get up from his seat to move to his designated area for you to then take his seat next to Kugisaki, leading to your classmate to place her head on your shoulder as you took out your phone to scroll through a bit.
“Is that your sister, Gojo?” Kugisaki question, leading you to turn your head slightly to look down at her only to find her staring down at the screen of your phone to which you turned back to you.
“No, that’s my mother,” you answered as you stare down at your wallpaper that showcases a picture with you and your mother in what seemed to be in a professional setting as you both were seated on what seemed to be on an antique-like style couch while wearing similar baby-blue colour dresses as you had a familiar bouquet of blue hydrangeas with white roses in hand.
“Really?! She looks so young,” Kugisaki commented, as she, in a state of shock, grabbed your wrist and looked closer into the screen to observe the picture. “You really suit baby-blue as well, but black is more of your suit in my opinion,” your classmate commented as she released her grip before lifting her head off your shoulder to peer at your outfit.
At this current moment in time, you were wearing some black nylon cargo joggers as well as black trainers paired with a long-sleeved black cropped top since you knew it was going to be a little hot today but you never really liked wearing bright colours - you were just more comfortable with darker ones like your uniform.
“Do you think so? So, should I get this Balenciaga bag then?” you asked as you tilted the phone towards her to show the bag that has been on your wishlist for some time.
“You like Balenciaga too?!” Kugisaki screamed in shock as she turned to you with widened eyes, resulting in your doing the same, only for you both to then suddenly thoroughly search the whole website to tell each other your favourite items while planning a shopping trip together since you both were giving each other ideas on clothing to purchase.
“That’s such a cute jumper,” you commented, as you, once again, presented Kugisaki your phone for her to agree with you before showing a jacket that she has been eyeing for quite some time. “That looks so good, you could pair it with a jean skirt and maybe a top, maybe orange to match your hair,” you commented, leading Kugisaki to smile and nod at you.
“That jumper is quite long, so you could wear like a cropped white turtleneck or maybe the same coloured blue dress shirt, add that to your wishlist!” Kugisaki mentioned, while at the same time pressing the heart icon to add the item on your wishlist without you lifting a single finger.
Suddenly, while you two were busy looking up items together, a sudden shadow overcast you both leading you to look up to find a roughed up Fushiguro in front of you before he mentioned that it was Kugisaki’s turn to train which cause her to pout before giving her phone to you, so you could take care of it before making her way to the two second-years that were waiting for her as the shikigami user took her seat.
“How was it?” you asked, as you closed your phone, only to hear a sigh from your classmate.
“It’s not bad, just not used to using weapons,” Fushiguro commented, as he stared out into the distance to see Kugisaki running away from Panda with Zenin looking at them in complete confusion.
“We got more than a month left, you should be fine,” you commented, as you looked at your phone screen to see the date. “Besides, you won’t constantly use them but it’s good to use since you can combine physical attacks with weapon attacks when it comes to battle,” you explained as you continued to stare at the family photo on your phone.
‘When was the last time I wore a dress like that?’ you thought, as you tilted your head in confusion.
“What was the reason you kept being on the run?” Fushiguro suddenly asked, causing you to break from your trance to turn to look at your classmate in confusion, only to discover a nonchalant look on his face like it was a common question to ask - maybe it was for the jujutsu sorcerer world.
“Because I’m not supposed to exist Fushiguro, you’re a Zenin by blood, you should know that my clan shouldn’t exist after the golden age, we disappeared,” you answered since you were perplexed on why the sorcerer beside you, asked a question with an answer that he probably already knows.
“But you’re a powerful sorcerer, you wouldn’t have that much trouble would you?” Fushiguro asked, leading you to shift your eyes down to avoid any eye contact before turning back to the track field in front of you to see the now common sight of Kugisaki being spun around in the air by Panda.
“I don’t know what they’ll do to me, I don’t need a bounty on my head everywhere I go, it was better for me to hide in the shadows as long as the L/N clan did,” you answered with a hushed tone, to which Fushiguro barely caught since you turned so quiet.
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“If any of the other clans knew of her existence, she would be forced to bring the L/N clan back up again or forced into a marriage,” Gojo explained, as he relaxed in his usual black chair, while Fushiguro leaned against the windows of the room they were at right now.
“Marriage?” Fushiguro questioned in confusion since he was confused on what the point of you being in a forced marriage when you were enough as a sorcerer by yourself.
“To continue the inheritance of her cursed technique,” Gojo informed his student, as he sat up from his relaxed posture. “Her inherited cursed technique is an extremely powerful one that any sorcerer wants, I don’t think she has mastered all the extreme spells as of this moment in time, but she knows what she is doing,” Gojo expanded on his explanation while tilted his glasses down to eye his student to check if he understood what he had said so far.
“But what would a marriage between the clans do? It would only decrease the change of the technique even being inherited,” Fushiguro asked, only for his teacher to smirk.
“I’m sure Y/N knows this, but that’s what the Zenin Clan demanded back in the Heian era before Sukuna was sealed, that a marriage was needed to ‘strengthen their power’ only for the L/N clan to refuse,” Gojo stated bluntly causing Fushiguro eyes to widen, as the Six Eye sorcerer continued with, “her real existence must be kept a secret and that’s my job now as her adoptive father since I’ve been entrusted with her safety,”.
“Entrusted? By who? L/N?” Fushiguro interrogated in a perplexed tone, only to receive a shrug at the end, gaining no answer to his pending question.
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Continuously staring at you, Fushiguro couldn’t but recall the conversation he had with Gojo, remembering the details that were mentioned within the chat. There was no surprise in his mind now on why you were extremely anxious about him and Gojo when you first met them; you probably thought you were going to be forced into something that you didn’t want to happen.
“Do you…hate me?”
“Huh?” you confusingly said before quickly turning your head to look at Fushiguro, once again seeing his usually stoic face looking straight at you while you gave him the surprised look. “What makes you ask that?” you queried since you didn’t expect him to ask such a question especially since you both had worked together for a few weeks now as well as fought together against Sukuna back at the Eushi Detention Centre.
“Since I’m a Zenin by blood, do you-” Fushiguro explained before he was cut off by you flicking his forehead with your finger in an annoyed manner, as the impact reflected on your emotions causing Fushiguro to wince slightly at the pain since he didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.
“Why would I hate you? As much as I hate the Zenin clan for what they did to my clan, you and Zenin-senpai ain’t that bad. In fact, you both ain’t bad at all,” you stated before sighing in annoyance since it was an extremely stupid question for him to ask. “Fushiguro, if I hated you, I would have made you fight Sukuna alone and wait until he came to me, don’t you think, you drag?” you rhetorically asked, before lightly slapping the side of his head to shake some of his brain cells to wake up before looking at the track field to see Kugisaki getting up from the floor with an angered expression as she demanded a re-match causing you to giggle lightly at the sight.
“We’re cool Fushiguro, there’s no need to worry about it,” you reassured the sorcerer, before standing up on your feet with your hand out towards your classmate’s direction.
“Come on, it seems like we’re taking a break and about to run some errands for the second-years,” you commented, causing Fushiguro to turn to look at the field to see Inumaki signalling a timeout sign before imitating a drinking action, informing you both to get some water for them as well as yourselves.
Taking your hands, he pulled himself up before you both disconnected your hands, leading you to turn around to grab the desired bottles of water that were required before coming back to resume training.
“Gojo! Wait for me, we need to talk more about our shopping trip!” Kugisaki loudly shouted, causing you to halt and turn your head to see your classmate rushing up the stairs to come to you before resuming once she was by your side.
Slowly from behind, Fushiguro decided to walk behind you both as he knew his upperclassmen would tell him to hurry up with the errands that they had placed on your three.
“You really need to stop with your assaults Gojo,” Fushiguro stated, as he pressed his index and middle finger on the middle of his forehead, as he remembered the pain that came along with your flick as well as complaining about the side head slap he had gained from you.
“Nah, you just got to stop asking stupid questions Fushiguro,” you commented back before asking Kugisaki want she was planning to get.
‘So make sure you’re not alone in this world like I am Y/N, I want you to be happy even when we’re both stuck with this burden!’
‘I’m trying mother,’ you thought, as you tightly gripped your phone that was still in your pocket.
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Reflection Of You | Chapter 16
Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance
Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader
Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung
Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.
Jimin tries his best to keep you away from Yoongi, not wanting you to see the ugly side of the king.
Chapter warning(s): Mentions of blood, threats, slight violence. There are executions.
“One day, I wanna cook for you.” You told Jimin as you dug into your lunch.
“I’ll pass on that meal.” Yoongi said from beside you. You whipped your head to him, sending him a glare.
“I don’t believe I was talking to you! Your name isn’t Jimin, now is it? And I wouldn’t want you eating my food anyway! Now stop eavesdropping.” You hissed, sticking your tongue out at Yoongi. He just made a mocking face at you to which you just gave him a dirty look.
“What do you cook, (y/n) nim?” Jimin asked.
“I definitely don’t know how to cook food like this. You can call it food from the future I guess. With migration and introduction of different cultures, we usually fuse flavours together.” You explained.
“That sounds-”
“Horrible. Destroying the exquisite tastes of Joseon by mixing it with other things.” Yoongi interrupted Jimin.
“Hey, Yoongi? I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this to you but you’re really annoying! Shut it!” You shouted. Jimin covered his mouth as he snickered, watching the both of you argue.
“I was going to say that sounds very nice, (y/n) nim. I look forward to it when the time comes.” Jimin smiled sweetly. You immediately melted, surprising Jimin with a big hug. Of course, you could count on him to be so kind and genuinely sweet with you. Jimin caught Yoongi looking at the both of you and gently pulled away.
“Finish your lunch, (y/n) nim. Then we can go find the gardener.” Jimin cleared his throat, redirecting your attention.
“Right, I better hurry then! Although, I wanna change out of this new hanbok. I wouldn’t want it to get dirtied.” You said, looking down at your dress. Jimin nodded his head with a bow.
“Yah, don’t choke on your food.” Yoongi said.
“What kind of flowers do you want in your garden, Yoongi? Like any particular kind or colour?” You asked, completely ignoring what he said.
“You can decide. A variety of colours would be good. It’s your garden as much as it is mine, (y/n).” Yoongi said nonchalantly. However, you were not expecting your heart to skip a beat at his words. You cleared your throat awkwardly, nodding your head with a hum.
“Done!” You shot up.
“Aish, you gave me a shock!” Yoongi frowned, putting a hand over his chest. Jimin giggled and held the tray of empty bowls.
“I’ll be back to escort you to your room to get changed, (y/n) nim.” Jimin said and you nodded excitedly. He bowed his head and left the throne room briefly. You walked up to Yoongi, plopping down beside him.
“Can I help you?” He asked, not looking away from his food.
“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. You watched him eat, resting your chin on your hand, until you saw his exposed wrist pop out from his sleeve as he was getting food.
“You’re still wearing it.” You grabbed his hand suddenly.
“What are you talking about now?” He asked, snatching his hand back from your grip so he could continue eating.
“The bracelet that we got at the market last night.” You held up your matching bracelet with a sun charm. Yoongi stopped chewing, lifting his hand to see the similar bracelet on his wrist, just that he had a moon charm instead of a sun. It stood out amongst the other gold and jade jewellery he wore and yet, it was the one he favoured the most.
“Of course. Do you think I would just get rid of it?” Yoongi frowned, slightly offended by you.
“No. I just thought you would remove it during your court duty. You know, it’s not as extravagant or expensive as your other bracelets and bangles. Almost dull in comparison.” You shrugged.
“The price doesn’t matter, (y/n). If I like it, I’ll wear it. It doesn’t have to be gold or rare stone for me to favour it.” Yoongi said.
“I’m glad then.” You smiled softly.
“Jimin should be back soon. Better wait for him so you can go get changed. Be good and don’t cause the gardener any trouble.” He patted your head. You scoffed at his words.
“You make it sound like I’m always causing trouble.”
“Was I not obvious enough that I was implying exactly that?” Yoongi chuckled. You slapped his arm.
“You’re so mean, Min Yoongi.” You crossed your arms. Jimin came back and you grabbed his arm, storming off with him to your room. Yoongi watched you disappear down the pavement, dragging poor Jimin along with you, a small smile making its way to his face.
“Here, (y/n) nim.” Jimin changed you into a simpler outfit, which was a short sleeved wrap around top and some pants. It looked similar to what a farmer would wear. He secured the ribbon holding your top together.
“Thank you!”
“No worries. Ready to go?” Jimin asked. You nodded and he slipped your shoes onto your feet.
“Bye, Hayan.” You stroked the sleeping kitten’s head before leaving with Jimin. Before heading to the actual garden, Jimin took you to the kitchen’s garden, where the vegetables and fruits grew.
“Woah. There are so many different kinds of fruits and vegetables here.” You gasped at all the different plants.
“Here, try this.” Jimin picked a strawberry for you to eat. It was so sweet and refreshing that you let out sounds of happiness. After looking around a little more, you and Jimin headed to the main garden. The gardener was already there, watering some of the plants. When he saw you approaching, he immediately bowed to you.
“Good afternoon, agashi.” He bowed. You bowed your head back. You saw that he had a variety of potted plants and flowers that had already bloomed, ready to be planted into the ground.
“Are these all the options I can choose from?” You bent down in front of the small pots to take a closer look.
“There are seeds too. But of course, that will take a while to grow and bloom. So I have some already bloomed flowers too.” He explained.
“Yoongi wanted a bigger variety of colours.” You conveyed. Standing back up, you looked around the garden to see the plants that were already there. There were a lot of warm toned colours.
“I like the blue hydrangeas.” You pointed.
“If you would like to match, these are seeds for purplish-blue Chinese bellflowers (aka balloon flowers).” The gardener showed.
“Perfect. What about this flower? It’s so pretty.” You gently touched one of the flowers that was in the pots. It was white flower with yellow in the middle.
“Ah, it’s a magnolia flower, agashi. Would you like it too?” He asked. You nodded your head. You looked through the other flowers, pointing out which ones you would like and even deciding where they would be planted. It was all coming together rather well.
“What do you think, Jimin?” You turned to him.
“Maybe we can add more hibiscuses? They have always been the royal family’s favourite flower.” He suggested.
Yes, you remember Yoongi telling you before that the Hibiscus syriacus (or Korean rose) was the national flower of Korea. And that it has been growing in the gardens of Korea for centuries unknown.
“There are different colours from white to dark pink.” The gardener explained.
“Let’s get a mixture then.” You decided. When all the plants were chosen, you insisted on helping to plant them in the soil.
“A-Are you sure, agashi?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m dressed as such. Don’t worry, just tell me what to do and I’ll try my best not to make a mistake. The same as what we did last time right?” You smiled. He nodded and you began digging into the soil to place those plants, that were already in pots, into the ground. You hummed as you covered the roots and patted the soil down.
“Let me, (y/n) nim.” Jimin helped you with the fertiliser while you moved on to the next. It was rather fun and you did learn a lot from the gardener.
“These need less water.” The gardener instructed.
“Does Namjoon like plants? Back at home, the only one who would talk to me about plants is him.” You giggled.
“Actually, yes. Advisor Namjoon is the one who assists me in watering the plants every morning before his court duties. And he comes to admire the garden every now and then.” The garden said.
“He’s the same then.” You smiled, remembering all the conversations you would have with Namjoon, as well as his little plum tree that he cares for.
“Namjoon back home has a little plum tree that he brings around. He takes really good care of it and loves it. It’s about this big only and blooms a pretty red once a year.” You showed the estimated size with your hands to Jimin and the gardener.
“Ah, a plum tree? Actually, that plum tree there is advisor Namjoon’s.” The gardener pointed to the big tree that was covered in flowers.
“Wow.” You stood in awe.
“It’s pretty. And advisor Namjoon harvests the plums once they’re ripe. They’re really sweet and we use the remaining to make plum wine.” Jimin said from beside you. You nodded your head.
You continued working hard, removing all the plants from the pots to plant into the soil. Then you planted all the seeds.
“Grow well!” You cheered as you watered the soil.
“Agashi, you remind me of jeonha’s mother. She loved this garden and was the only queen I’ve ever seen willing to get her hands into the dirt to plant everything.” The gardener said.
“Yes, that’s why this garden means a lot to jeonha. He doesn’t really like plants or has an interest in gardening but admiring the plants and making sure it’s maintained makes him happy. When I was a kid, I always saw him taking walks with his mother here. They were sit on that bench by the middle and just read for ages.” Jimin explained.
“That explains a lot then.” You smiled.
“I’ve worked here for many years, even when my father was the palace gardener. Only the former queen and you have voluntarily done this.” He chuckled.
“When the flowers bloom, it makes all the hard work worth it.” You laughed. When you removed your gloves, you took a seat to take a break.
“Here you go. Thank you for your hard work.” Jimin poured you a cup of cold tea. You received it with both hands and sipped.
“We should go show the new flowers to Yoongi.” You stood up once you finished your tea. Jimin’s eyes widened as he suddenly jumped in front of you, holding his hands out.
“W-We can’t!”
“Why not?” You tilted your head.
“Uh, we’re all covered in dirt. We should go wash up first before seeing jeonha or we’ll just be dragging mud with us everywhere.” Jimin said. You looked down at your mud covered shoes, Jimin was right. You nodded and bowed to the gardener before leaving with Jimin.
“We should get more strawberries to snack on.” He led you to walk by the back, where the kitchen was. You weren’t that dense that you couldn’t tell Jimin was acting weird but you would question him later.
“I’ll get a bowl to put them in.” Jimin said, running into the palace kitchen to get a bowl.
“Just put them here.” He handed you the metal bowl.
“Which ones should I pick?” You bent down. Jimin was beside you, guiding you on which ones looked good enough to harvest. It wasn’t long until you had a bowl full of strawberries.
“Are you sure we can pick so much?” You asked, laughing when you saw Jimin struggling to balance everything.
“Don’t worry. A lot more was already harvested prior.” Jimin assured. You held his hand and the both of you went back to your room. Jimin placed the bowl of strawberries down and assisted you with your bath. He ran the water, adding some boiled water so it wasn’t so cold while you undressed. There were water stains, plant pieces and dirt all over them.
“Thank you, Jimin ah.” You said, soaking in the tub.
“You’re welcome, (y/n) nim. Enjoy your bath.” Jimin bowed, collecting your soiled clothes before leaving the wash area.
“Ah.” The warm water was nice to soothe your aching knees and hips from having bent down so much. You sunk under and rose again, using your hands to push your wet hair back.
“There are fresh towels here when you’re done, (y/n) nim.” Jimin’s voice sounded.
“Maybe I should just stay here forever.” You replied.
“Then you’ll be a prune.” Jimin giggled. You laughed along, starting to actually clean yourself. You made sure to wash and scrub all the dirt and sweat off your body, using the nice scented soaps.
“I’m done.” You said to Jimin. He knocked before coming in with the towels. You helped you with drying yourself before applying a lotion on yourself. Even after Jimin dressed you back into a regular dress, he rubbed lotion into your hands, giving you a nice massage.
“Ah, you don’t have to.” You shook your head.
“That’s alright, you’ve worked hard today, (y/n) nim. I have to wait for your hair to dress anyway.” He smiled, continuing to massage your hands.
“Jimin... you’re acting weird. Should I be concerned?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Jimin stopped for a mere second, looking up at your curious eyes with a clear of his throat.
“There’s nothing wrong.” He said.
“Liar. I know it has to do with Yoongi.” You scoffed. Jimin remained silent, standing up and heading to your vanity to get your hair brush.
“Is it about his meeting now?”
“It’s nothing really, (y/n) nim. It’s just... may not be a good idea to go visit him now. There are court trials today and they tend to make jeonha... very angry. Especially if there are executions.” Jimin tried to put it nicely.
“I see, so he’s just deciding the fate of prisoners? Well, I mean if they did something really bad then they should be punished accordingly. But you’ve been here longer than I have and if you think seeing him now isn’t a good idea then we can just stay here. No big deal.” You smiled at him through the mirror as he brushed your hair.
“Hayan.” You placed the kitten in your lap, the topic changing immediately. Jimin smiled at you, happy that you didn’t question him further. You didn’t need to see the horrors of execution day.
“Here.” Jimin handed you the bowl of strawberries. He stayed by your side as you laid on your bed and munched on strawberries while playing with a very active Hayan.
“I SAID GET OUT!” You heard Yoongi’s voice loudly, making you sit up.
“I’m guessing that’s what you mean by angry?” You turned to Jimin. He nodded his head sheepishly.
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Yoongi looked at the scene before him emotionlessly. With one swing of his robe, he turned to head back to his throne. Hoseok was quick to run to his side as he removed his stained outer coat. He dropped it onto the ground while Hoseok scrambled to pick it up.
“That’s all for today?” Yoongi turned to Namjoon. Namjoon nodded his head rather solemnly. But Yoongi didn’t really care. He waved for Jungkook and Seokjin to approach his throne.
“Get the cleaning crew then.” The king said. The advisor stood up and bowed, calmly walking out the door, narrowly avoiding the mess.
“Shall I get-”
“No.” Yoongi cut Hoseok off, picking up the robe that you had returned to him earlier. He slipped his arms through, casually tying a messy knot before sitting down onto his dragon throne. The robe had your faint scent.
“Is she still in the garden?”
“No, jeonha. She had returned to her room with her servant after finishing in the garden earlier.” Jungkook informed.
“Hmm. I’ll dine with her in the dining room. I know this place won’t be cleaned in time. Useless.” Yoongi spat. Hoseok, Seokjin and Jungkook, unable to reply to that, just gave Yoongi a deep bow. The door opened and the palace maids entered to clean the place. Yoongi laid across his throne, legs swung over the leg rest like usual.
“Seokjin, Jungkook, go ahead and clear the trash. These fools take forever. It’s a waste of time to wait for them.” Yoongi ordered. The two guards bowed and took the stack of boxes at the side, leaving the throne room immediately.
“Excuse me, jeonha.” Hoseok approached Yoongi with a wet cloth. Yoongi grunted, closing his eyes.
“Make sure I’m spotless.” Yoongi said.
“Yes, jeonha.” Hoseok bowed his head, gently wiping the king’s face with the dampened cloth. Yoongi took this opportunity to rest for a short while since Hoseok was cleaning him.
“J-Jeonha.” A new voice entered. Yoongi merely ignored the voice, staying completely still. All the palace staff knew not to disturb Yoongi during this time, it was an unspoken rule unless you wished for your own death. Even Namjoon was quiet and did what was told without any hesitation.
“Jeonha.” The voice called out to him repeatedly.
“Hoseok. Stop.” Yoongi said and Hoseok immediately retracted from him. Yoongi dropped his head to the side, opening his eyes to stare at the figure that stood before him.
“What? You want to share the same fate as them?” Yoongi asked, boredom laced in his voice.
“N-No.”
“Then get out. While I’m still letting you.” Yoongi said, turning back to close his eyes. He raised his hand for Hoseok to continue cleaning him. Hoseok gently wiped his hands clean, making sure not to miss a spot.
“Jeonha-”
“I SAID GET OUT!” Yoongi rose from his throne, anger burning in his eyes. He threw Hoseok aside harshly, not caring if the servant got hurt but Hoseok also knew better than to voice anything. Yoongi marched towards the lady, who was quick to back away. He grasped her neck, causing her to choke. He pulled her close until he was breathing on her.
“Let me tell you. No one crosses me. Nothing escapes me alive. Now let me ask again. Do you want to share the same fate your concubines did, Mrs Lee? Because I can gladly make that happen if that’s what you wish.” He growled.
“N-No!” The older lady gasped. Yoongi released her, causing her to crumble to the ground, hand around her neck as she struggled to catch her breath.
“You should consider yourself lucky that you at least still have one.” Yoongi stood over her. She scrambled to her knees, fully submitting to the king in front of her. Yoongi turned to sit back at his throne.
“Take this warning. If you want to continue walking, you better play by the rules of this palace.” He said.
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Okay since you got me hung up on Amaranth and the meanings of flowers hehe what kind of flower do you think each of the boys would give to their s/o?? Kinda based on the meaning of the flower if that makes sense 🌺
I’m actually in love with you for sending this ask. Please be my wife forever. I wanted to do ideas for elaborate bouquets with multiple flowers but that would take forever so…
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Jin would give you Amaryllis!
Amaryllis are mostly shades of red, white, and pink-ish! Red would be his color of choice though. They symbolize beauty, strength, and pride. Jin is super proud to have such an amazing person as his s/o and thinks you’re the most stunning thing in the world (you’re the most stunning couple alive), so it’s a perfect match.
Yoongi would give you Carnations!
Carnations come in a variety of colors, but dark red specifically relates to affection and love and beauty! He’d enjoy the fact that there’s multiple meanings as he loves you in so many different ways, and get you the biggest bouquet he can find, and in a moment of affection, fuck one behind your ear.
Hoseok would give you Sunflowers!
Sunflowers look mostly one way. A dark center with bright yellow petals. They represent loyalty and adoration, something Hoseok feels deeply for you. If he were able to, he’d grow you a whole field of them to represent his love… Don’t be surprised if he actually tries to.
Namjoon would give you Hydrangea!
Hydrangea are mostly shades of purples, pinks, whites, and blues! They have multiple meanings, but the main one Joon is interested in is the desire to understand and heartfelt emotions, so he’d get you pink and purple. It perfectly conveys how he feels for you without saying a word, although he’ll definitely be telling you how lovely you are.
Jimin would give you Lilies!
Lilies come in a variety of colors, pinks, whites, reds, yellows, etc. he’s get your red and white, a mixture of meanings related to passion, virtue, and purity. Jimin enjoys the well rounded nature of you relationship, so he wants to hit all the marks with the meanings to let you know how much he’s in love with you.
Taehyung would give you Sweet Peas!
Sweet Peas come in a full on rainbow of colors, so Tae would get you a rainbow. They have multiple meanings, but he’s most interested in blissful pleasure and gratitude. He considered every moment with you a pleasure, and wants you to know how much you mean to him, always and forever.
Jungkook would give you Peonies!
Peonies come in a variety of beautiful colors, but Kookie would get you pink peonies! They represent compassion and love, but also happy marriages and prosperity. It’s essentially his way of saying he wants to be with you for a very long time and never wishes to part. Ever the romantic.
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between tulips and blue eyes | h.o.
summary: you’re working at a flower shop and one day a boy with ocean blue eyes walks into the store and wants some tulips
warnings: nothing, maybe some swearing, but it’s just a lot of fluff
word count: 2,3k
A/N: you know I had to, look at these pics :’)) @sunsetholland big freaking thank you for reading every part I send you and telling me your thoughts and also for brainstorming with me, I appreciate you so, so much, drea!! 💛💛
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Roses, tulips, hydrangea, and so many more. You’re surrounded by all kinds of beautiful flowers, and you’re sure you will never get bored by their sight and their scent.
You work at an old little flo shop in London and you don’t want to switch with anyone else ever. You love working here, it’s quiet, the costumers are friendly, and you even know some of them by name. Being here just makes you happy.
The shop has been peaceful this morning, only a few costumers stroking around. You have made a small bouquet for Karl - an older man who comes in once a week to buy his wife some flowers - and had a quick talk with him about his well-being, the weather, and your day off yesterday. You love it to listen to people talk about their life.
Sometimes you find yourself dreaming about another life, living in another city and being a different person. You love living here, and working here, but sometimes you wish you could do more than that - be more than that. But you know you will never be brave enough to quit and start a new life in another country, somewhere far away. And maybe that’s okay.
You’re quietly putting a new bouquet together, only humming along to a song that’s playing through an old radio as the door opens and the soft bell echoes through the shop.
You look up from the flowers and immediately knit your eyebrows together as you see a blonde boy walk into the shop with two people following him close behind. The boy is wearing something casual, but it still looks very expensive, while the other two guys are wrapped in basic black clothes.
The blonde looks around the little shop and then his eyes land on you. You quickly lower your gaze to the bouquet in front of you again as the boy approves you confidently.
“Hi.” He smiles.
You look up again, meeting his friendly eyes and- holy shit. You have never seen blue eyes be so ... blue. This blue doesn’t match the ocean blue or the sky blue, heck, they don’t even match the hydrangea blue that you like so much. You’ve never seen so beautiful blue eyes, and you can’t stop looking at them.
You clear your throat. “Hi, welcome. How can I help you?” You try to mirror his smile.
The two guys wait next to the door, their arms crossed over their chest and their faces emotionless and hard as a rock. You send them a quick glance, curiosity spreading out on your face.
“I need some flowers,” the blonde says and continues to smile gently. His hair lays perfectly on his head and his clothes don’t have one wrinkle anywhere. Either he’s famous or rich, or both.
You tilt your head slightly. “And what flowers in particular?”
The blonde boy shrugs. “I don’t know. Which ones look good?” He looks around the little shop another time, his eyes scanning everything until they stop on you. “What are your favorites?” he asks casually.
For a second you are taken aback, but then you meet his eyes again. “Tulips. I like the orange ones a lot.”
His mouth curves up into a smile as he nods. “Then I want some of those.”
Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze away quickly before you mention for him to follow you as you walk around the table and over to where the tulips are placed.
“How many do you need?” you ask the blonde while you pick the ones that look the best. Looking over your shoulder you see him turning around to the other guys but one of them just shrugs, so he turns back to you again.
“Ten,” he replies, “I think ten are enough.”
Nodding, you pick a few tulips more. “You can always come back if it’s not enough.”
You miss the way his mouth turns up into a wide smile as he looks at you. “Will do.”
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A week later and you still can’t stop thinking about the blonde boy and his breathtaking blue eyes. He left a few minutes after you picked the orange tulips for him and packed them into a brown paper. He didn’t say much more except thanking you for your help, but you can’t stop thinking about your little conversation with him nonetheless.
His blue eyes and gentle smile burned themselves into your mind, and maybe you don’t even want to get rid of this memory.
You told your best friend and co-worker the next day, and she was really jealous and mad that she had a day off and didn’t get to see the blonde. She reminded you the whole day and asked a lot of questions about how he looked and what he said.
“Maybe he comes back today,” she always said when you two opened the shop in the morning and made everything ready for the day.
“I don’t think he will,” you always replied.
But honestly, you hope that he will come back some day. You tried to search him up online - only to show your best friend, of course - but obviously, you found nothing. It’s impossible to find him without a name or anything.
You reminded yourself that you got your chance after all, and now it’s too late.
“Why can’t we go to this shop?” Tom questions and points to a floral shop next to him. “Or the one down the street?”
Harrison smiles to himself. “Because I know a shop that has really beautiful flowers.”
“And a really beautiful girl works there,” Tom adds to Harrison’s response, but the blonde doesn’t react.
“If I’m going to be late for my date, it’s your fault,” Tom announces a few minutes later.
Harrison rolls his eyes. “You won’t be late.”
Tom jogs up to Harrison, a questioning look on his face. “Why do you want to go back? Do you want to see her again?”
The blonde doesn’t answer again, only letting out a quiet sigh. Tom nudges him with his elbow, eyebrows raised and finally Harrison breaks.
“Yes, I want to see her again,” he mumbles, “she was... cute.”
Tom grins from one ear to the other. “Are you blushing, mate?” he jokes and points to Harrison’s cheeks.
Harrison slaps his hand away, which only makes the brunette laugh. “I hate you.”
With anxiousness bubbling in his body, Harrison opens the door to the familiar flower shop, and you lift your head at the sound of the soft bell, immediately locking eyes with the blonde boy.
Your eyes grow big and for a second you forget how to breath. “Hi,” you mumble quietly as he walks over to you.
“Hi,” he repeats and runs a hand through his blonde locks.
Your best friend next to you is eyeing the blonde and you with a confused expression until it suddenly makes click in her head.
“Oh my god! It’s him!”
You shoot your head around to give her a death glare, and the boy on the other side of the table just chuckles. How embarrassing working with your best friend can be.
Turning around to the blonde boy you already have a little crush on, you can’t hold back a smile. “What are you doing here?”
“I have to get some flowers for my mate, Tom. He has a date in like half an hour,” the blonde explains and points to the brunette guy outside the door, and your eyes instantly wide again.
“Is that Tom-?!”
He nods, a laugh escaping his lips at your reaction. “Tom Holland.”
You blink a few times at the boy in front of you. “You’re friends with Tom Holland?” you ask matter-of-factly. “So you’re really famous?” You facepalm yourself. “Now it makes sense why you came here with two kinds of bodyguards.”
The blonde continues to laugh softly, and you think to yourself that you could hear that sound for the rest of your life. “Yeah, I had a photo shooting last week, that’s why I needed the flowers.” He lifts his arm and extends his hand over the table, “I’m Harrison.”
You take his hand and hold it for a second too long. It’s warm and a bit clammy, but you don’t mind. “Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n.”
“Nice to meet you too, Harrison,” you smile.
Walking around the table, you stop next to Harrison and let your eyes wander over all the flowers you have in the little store.
“You know, it’s really cute that he gets her some flowers,” you say, deep in thoughts. “Most people don’t do that anymore.”
“I would get every girl I have a date with flowers.”
You send him a quick side glance. “So you go on a lot of dates?”
Harrison’s eyes wide in surprise. “That’s- that’s not what I meant,” he explains quickly and fumbles around with his hands.
“It’s okay, I get it,” you laugh, “you’re famous, so there are a lot of girls who would kill to meet you.”
The blonde rubs his neck uncomfortably. “I guess?”
With a small smile, you change the subject. “So what flowers do he want?”
Harrison shrugs. “I don’t know,” he chuckles, “again.”
You bite your lip, thinking about what flowers a girl would be excited about. You steal a glance at him. “Well if you were on a date, what flowers would you get?” you ask him.
“Tulips,” he replies without missing a beat.
You chuckle. “Those are my favorites.”
Harrison tilts his head and smirks down at you. “I know, that’s why I would get you some.”
Tom suddenly walks into the shop, but Harrison doesn’t even notice him. “Haz!” he shouts and the blonde turns around with rolled eyes. “Hurry the fuck up, I’m gonna be late!”
“What about yellow roses?” you suggest, and Harrison moves his attention back to you. You try to hide your rosy cheeks from him as you point to the flowers.
Harrison looks at you and smiles, totally noticing your blush. “Sure.”
You pick out a few roses as Harrison walks over to some pink ones and takes two of them out. “Do you think they look good together?” He mumbles and holds the roses up.
“Of course,” you smile.
The blonde passes you the pink roses, your fingers touching for a second, and you put them to the other yellow roses, also adding a bit green. You walk back to the table to put the flowers together into a neatly, beautiful bouquet, and Harrison watches you intently, interest showing on his face.
As you wrap the bouquet into the brown paper, Tom’s head appears in the door. The brunette sends you a gentle smile, and you mention for Harrison to turn around. When he does, Tom points to the watch on his wrist, mentioning for Harrison that it’s time to go.
Harrison looks back at you, a sad expression washing over him. “I guess I have to go.”
You nod, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “See you around?” you ask quietly.
He mirrors your smile. “Definitely.”
There is a question laying on his tongue but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“Oh my god, Harrison!” The brunette punches him against his upper arm. “That was your chance!”
“I know!”
Tom pinches the bridge of his nose. “Then why the hell didn’t you ask her out?”
Harrison shrugs, his cheeks getting hot. “I don’t know... I was nervous.”
Letting out a long sigh, Tom eyes his best friend up and down. “Well, looks like you have to go back another time.”
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This time Harrison feels even more nervous than last time. He wipes his sweaty hands against his jeans as he stands in front of the store, watching you walk around and clean everything up. He’s a second away from turning around and walking back home, not being ready to ask you on a date.
But you notice the blonde before he can translate his plan into action.
You open the door and grin up at him. “Hi, Harrison.”
“Hi, y/n,” he waves softly.
Leaning against the door frame, you let your eyes wander over his handsome face, your heart beating faster in your chest. “Are you coming in? Or not?” you ask, a chuckle leaving your lips. Harrison’s blue eyes meet yours. “You’ve been lurking at the door for ages.”
“Um,” he swallows, “I’m coming in.”
You step aside to let him into the little shop. “What flowers do you need today?” you chuckle and nudge him softly.
Harrison’s face turns to you, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker around nervously. He clears his throat and pushes his clammy hands into his jeans pockets. “Orange tulips,” he whispers a minute later, “I need orange tulips.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Did you find another girl that likes orange tulips?” you joke as you kneel down in front of the flowers.
His mind turns blank and the only thing he hears is his fast beating heart. He curses himself for being so nervous around you.
Harrison opens his mouth and closes it instantly after, only to open it again. And then he just blurts the question out. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Your head shoots around to him immediately, your eyes wide in surprise. You stand up in front of him, a big smile curving up on your mouth.
“You don’t have-”
“I would love to go on a date with you, Harrison,” you grin before he can say anything.
The blonde lets his head fall back, a relieved sigh leaving his lips. “Thank god!” he mumbles, which makes you giggle.
“I have a break in ten minutes, if you want to-”
He meets your eyes, a genuine and bright smile taking over his face. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says, his eyes warm and so perfect blue that they make your knees go weak.
Love at first sight was never imaginable for you until he walked into the shop two weeks ago and made you fall in love with his eyes and soft smile.
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Letters
word count: 1,073 words
pairings: logicality
content warnings: mentions of alcohol, i think that's it?
a/n: this is my first fic I'm posting, the prompt was from @does-this-look-logicality-to-you's Ollie anon :)
There it was. Looming, sitting there. A small, white gift box, with navy blue accents on it. It’d been four days since Logan had unpacked—he had a small apartment before, on top of being a minimalist, it hadn’t been much to pack or unpack—but that stupid box had sat in the corner of his bedroom the whole damn time. Beckoning him to open it.
And he did. It took another three days, but he did. It was letter after letter of his saved apologies. Apologies to Patton for the nights before. Promises that they wouldn’t do it again. But the letters kept going; it was a piecrust promise. One of them would get drunk, or sad, or lonely, or just wanted to be near the other. Though that was never voiced by either of them. And so he kept flipping through the letters. At the bottom were the first ones. The farther to the top, the closer to their last night together.
He sighed and set the box on his bed and grabbed his phone. He wanted to call Patton. But who was to say he hadn’t already gotten someone else? He and Roman were always friendly on game nights. Or maybe Janus. He was always flirting with Patton. And why should he have cared? They were only friends. Friends with benefits, sure, but that was all.
Logan had been stupid for wanting more than that.
He hadn’t been worth Patton’s time, romantically at least. He wasn’t good in relationships, or with feelings, no matter how sure he was that he liked Patton. Bubbly, sunshiny Patton would never have been actually compatible with cold, stoic Logan. Maybe he was better off with Roman or Janus. Logan only wanted him to be happy, even if the thought made his chest ache.
And so that night, though he didn’t want to, he looked through the letters again. He leafed through them, just glancing at the pen ink was all he could manage before the guilt set in. He had always promised Patton it wouldn’t happen again.
Then, his eyes flicked to something a little off. On the top left corner of the letter he was looking at, there was a bobby pin. Not something unusual for Patton to have, he used them to keep his wavy hair out of his eyes when he insisted Logan shouldn’t pay for a haircut. But the bobby pin attached another paper to the letter. And the letter behind had one, too. And the one after, and the one after. They were a pale color, almost matching the paper. Easy to miss, evidently. They attached second letters. Instead of Logan’s hydrangea-decorated borders, they had little stars on the edge of each paper. They were hand-drawn, too, unlike on Logan’s paper. Each one seemed to be kinder than the last; truly written by Patton. Logan was in tears by the last one, the letter he had left Patton on their last night together. He never did stay. Just left before Patton got up. But he read his letter, though he knew what he wrote.
“Patton—
I’m sorry I’ve let things go on this far. You do deserve better. But I’m afraid this truly will not be happening again. You see, I’m going to be moving for my schooling. I didn’t want to tell any of you because I did not wish to upset you. But I’ll be leaving on the fourteenth and I’m afraid I will not be able to meet up with you again before then, considering I need to study and pack. I’ll still be in contact and I do hope you’ll all visit.
Sincerely, Logan.”
And Logan hated looking at it. He hated to think about what he had done with Patton, he hated to think he left him, but most of all, he hated that he had developed feelings when they were just friends.
But Patton’s response was just as sweet as all the other letters, especially considering the circumstances presented, though he had apparently decided against some words.
“My dearest Logan,
I’m so excited for you! I’ll We’ll all miss you. Hopefully you’ll even get to be an astronimer astronomer! How cool would that be? We’ll all come visit you. And you can come visit us, too, that would be so amazing! I’m gonna have a bakery, maybe I can could make you a cake some time. I hope I’ll give these to you before you go. I probably won’t if you’re all busy and everything. I’ll mail it to you if I have to. I hope you don’t forget me.
Love, Patton”
And if he wasn’t crying before, he surely was now. Patton had felt the same. Patton had felt the same, and Logan was supposed to have known since he moved. And he didn’t even call Patton. He must hate him now. Still, he could try, couldn’t he? It was worth a shot…
He cleared his throat and pulled his phone out, quickly going to Patton’s contact and hitting the call button. What he heard on the other line had him going from butterflies to an ache in his chest; it was Patton’s laughter. “Heya, Logan, d’ya need somethin’?” he asked after his giggling stopped, but two other voices could be heard in the background. They sounded like Virgil and Roman.
Oh, dear… what was he even supposed to say? Well, he had never been one to beat around the bush, had he? With the exception of emotions. Oh, well, he had to try, didn’t he?
“Patton, I’m sorry about not calling you sooner,” he started hesitantly. “I didn’t… I hadn’t read the notes yet. I didn’t see them. I’m sorry. I would have called you sooner. A lot sooner, actually,” he explained, more just rambling than actually explaining.
Patton giggled softly at Logan’s ramblings. He always did find it adorable. “No, no, it’s fine, Lo. I’m glad you called. But I haveta go, Roman and Virgil are over for a game night. I’ll call you later, ‘kay?” Patton’s smile could be heard, even over the phone.
“Yes, I’ll talk to you later,” Logan agreed. “I love you,” he added hesitantly, hanging up as soon as he said it.
Patton had a stupid grin across his face as he set his phone away, quietly whispering “Love you, too,” to himself, unable to keep his euphoric laughter to himself. Of course he had to explain to Roman and Virgil.
#logicality#romantic logicality#ts logan#ts patton#this is a human au btw#for the record im working on another au and i dont know how attics work#thatll make more sense later i guess#misc
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The Devil and the Mermaid - Chapter Four (Lucifer x Mermaid!Reader)
Author’s Note: The inspiration here came from a dream of mine, also one of my favorite shows “The Legend of the Blue Sea” has some heavy inspiration in here as well. Thank you so much for the support of the series! I will also create a tag list for this story since I saw people interested in that. Again I love reading your guys’ comments and if you want to be part of a tag list for this series please let me know :)
Warnings: None, maybe mild violence? (You shove a guy out of the way)
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You were covered in darkness, but you were adjusted to the darkness, you lived in the dark with your clan who usually swims in the parts of the ocean where the light just barely touched your skin.
However instead of the comforting warmth and assurance, you had when you were a woman swimming with your clan, your family, it was a lingering warmth and a reassurance that had made you realize you were dreaming and not of your memories.
“(Y/N) you have met an interesting fate having fallen for Lucifer,” a voice echoed around you. You looked around in the dark space to search for the voice but found no answer to that.
“I would not have known of your existence if you hadn’t gone out of that water, it’s strange what this world has created once I left it.”
“Are you the moon? What do you mean by that? All I know is what I have been taught and seen when I was in the ocean”
“You could say I am the moon, but I am more than that and also less than that at the same time. I affect the world around me indirectly but you have caused quite a stir where I am at with your involvement with Lucifer, I wish you the best of luck and the best of health.”
With that, you were startled from your sleep by pressure on your shoulder, and you opened your eyes to see Lucifer smiling at you. Once he saw you were awake he went to say, “Good morning my dear, have a good dream?”
“Funny you should mention that, I heard a voice say that they were the moon, I think anyway. I don’t quite remember what they said but I remember your name,” you say as you start sitting up from the bed.
Lucifer sat down next to you as he took in what you said, humming in thought, he turned to you and patted your shoulder.
“Well the only one I know that could do that, would be my Dad, but I don’t know why he would want to talk to you.”
After a couple of days, you have gotten well versed with different aspects of human life and culture, mainly you are not allowed to eat spaghetti with your hands. You also have gotten interested in the tv that had got you basically hooked on the subtleties of different subsets of human culture, one being that if bad men are about to hurt you you can beat them up.
“Anyway, darling remember when I was talking to you about my consulting job for the police?”
You nodded remembering the different stories of his workplace along with his partner, Chloe. She seemed weird but nice from what you heard from him.
“Well, I have to go in today there is a case that the police department says they need my help with,” Lucifer continued, “and I want you to come with me.”
“I would like to, is it going to be like what I saw on tv with how they deal with violence?” you asked.
“Kind of, it depends, now love let’s get you ready for the day and we can get going.”
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You and Lucifer walked into a one-story house it looks plain and forgettable with its beige outside paint and white shingled roof. There were also some beautiful hydrangea bushes in the front, and you noticed them because they were the only splash of color in the whole property. There were police officers around the property and you saw one documenting the bushes. You tilt your head as you were stalling to enter the house and saw footprints underneath the bushes.
“(Y/N) are you okay? Come on,” Lucifer urged on. He leads you into the home, and you immediately see the crime scene.
It was an execution. Plain and simple. The victim was a young woman from what you saw, and she was shot point-blank in the back of the head as she was sitting on her couch, she probably knew the killer, since the tv was still on.
The aquarium was direct across from the living room, and you saw the fish in there was trying to get your attention. You can hear the voices of the fish repeatedly crying out, “He hurt her! Help her! He was her friend” You looked at the aquarium and the fishes seem to surround you as they try to talk to you through the glass. ‘Can you show me what he looked like,’ you broadcasted to the fish.
Lucifer was looking at you confused at what you were doing and was about to talk to you when he got interrupted.
“Oh no, you did not bring a civilian to a crime scene” you hear a voice coming towards you.
“Ah detective, how good to see you again, and this is (Y/N) she is my assistant and friend,” Lucifer says.
You turn your head away from the aquarium and saw a stressed blonde woman coming towards you, and you realized that this must be Chloe Decker. She tilted her head with furrowed brows and a hand to her hip as she eyes you.
“Why would you need an assistant?” Decker questioned.
“You know there are always things that I could miss out on while we’re out here and plus don’t you want someone who can put me in line and in order for once?” Lucifer replied.
“That’ll be the day,” Decker snorted.
You tugged on the jacket sleeve on Lucifer to get his attention to you, and he leaned for you to whisper to tell him the thoughts and profile the fish given to you about the person who committed the murder.
“Oh that’s brilliant, darling, see Detective my assistant just gave us a solid lead to go off of. We have a suspect!” Lucifer exclaimed as he grabs your hand and leads you out of the crime scene.
“Wait a minute can you tell me what means?” Decker ran off to you two.
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So the three of you ended up at an apartment building on the opposite side of Los Angeles waiting to interview the suspect that the fish had identified to you at the victim’s home.
Lucifer ended up filling into Decker that you had deduced based on the footprints outside the house and the way she was killed, it was someone she knew intimately enough to let the person in without a second glance. You just confirmed that for him with the description of the man the fish saw kill their owner, Blaire Wright. He also found that there was a single picture of him and the victim together faced down so he connected the dots to realize that the relationship must’ve turned to an obsession for the man and had gone possessive over the woman. The old “if I can’t have her nobody can” cliche, which made Lucifer quite bored about that trope but you can’t always choose what happens in your cases.
You all made your way to the apartment building, Decker went to find out from the landlord about the suspect and you and Lucifer were ordered to stay out in the parking lot. You spotted the man that matched the description the fish gave you and the picture Lucifer showed to verify it. His name was Oscar Grant, and he’s suspected to have developed an obsessive behavior over Ns. Wright … and he was heading your way.
Lucifer seemed to be aware of it as he straightened himself and walked over to where the man was walking into the parking lot.
You felt a strange sensation of being submerged in the water again, you felt heavy and light all at the same time. You couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but you felt the danger and sensation of a cornered animal, and that’s when you felt that you had to move. So you did. Grant pulled a gun but as soon as he did you grabbed his forearm and threw him towards the dumpsters that were ten feet away from him. You may have used a bit too much of your strength. There was now a new dent behind Grant that there wasn’t there before and a shocked looking Lucifer next to you and staring at the gun in between you and the culprit.
You heard Decker walking behind you and you heard her go with a bewildered voice, “How in the-?”
When he came to a few seconds later, he was given his rights by Decker and placed in the back of her car off the police department. While you were walking up to you and Lucifer’s ride you felt a lingering gaze on your back throughout that entire encounter. You just shook your head in an attempt to get rid of that feeling.
Later on, Oscar Grant ended up confessing to both the attempted murder of you and Lucifer and the murder of Blaire Wright. Decker relented upon the idea of Lucifer bringing you to cases because you ended up being a pretty good asset.
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Now you were back at Lucifer’s penthouse and you were in pajamas lounging around the bar area in his place. Lucifer was down at the LUX club area taking care of some business that he needed to get done as he told you.
There was a small pool that he had in his apartment which you found, and you can hear the call of the water no matter its state. So you took off your clothes and went in the pool, your tail and scales came as soon as you were submerged and your whole body was singing with happiness as it felt alive again.
The more you spend on land without the return of the love that you came out of the water for, your heart will stop beating unless you step back in the ocean. You forgot to tell Lucifer about that specific part of the deal of you coming on land because you didn’t want him to feel the pressure of returning a love that might not be real, to begin with.
You begin to worry about what might happen if he found out you didn’t tell him the whole truth of your situation to him. You didn’t want him to concerned for your fate, because you never know what might happen there might be a happy ending for you both.
As you were swimming in the small pool brooding in your thoughts you heard the elevator ping, so you peaked your head over the corner of the pool. When you just saw it was Lucifer and no one else you let yourself be seen by him.
“Well hello there, I see you have found my pool then?” Lucifer greeted you. You beamed at him and nodded fervently at that.
“Y’know I never actually saw you as your original mermaid self? Is it alright if I watch you swim?”
“Um sure if you want to, I’m not the most beautiful, there are others in just my clan that have amazing scales and tail fin,” you state.
“Let me be the judge of that, love-” he cut himself off with a mouth agape look as he marveled at your full beauty.
Your tail was massive and the scales decorating and protecting your body were glittering with a rainbow of colors complementing your skin tone. It made you look heavenly and the flowing tail at the end made you look that way even more so.
You became self-conscious at the way Lucifer was just staring at you, so became to fidget under his heavy gaze in the water.
Then he spoke gently, “You are beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for letting me see your true self like this.”
“Thank you Lucifer, that means a lot to me.”
The brooding can wait, you have time to be hopeful and to think about that happy ending.
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are requests open? how would the brothers (or undateables) react to MC giving them a bouquet of flowers because they want to show their partner they care?
Ooo okay cute! I think I'd add another layer to this and use flower language so each bouquet has a cute meaning~
This will be for just the Brothers, but I will have another post out for the Undateables' version 😊
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Lucifer:
Gives him a bouquet of red carnations (symbolising love, pride, and admiration) and Peonies (symbolising happy life, happy marriage, good health, and prosperity).
The oldest was in his study, sighing over the stack of paperwork he had been trying to dwindle down all morning.
Their boyfriend has been so busy and stressed lately; the human simply wanted to help ease things for him, but in a new and meaningful way.
At first, the demon didn't didn't even acknowledge when MC stepped in, but when they approached his desk and started rocking on their feet nervously, the man sighed once more and looked up at them.
"I'm sorry, Love. What is it?"
"Okay so...I did a thing..." They mumbled before revealing the bouquet from behind their back.
The Avatar of Pride raised an eyebrow before letting a soft smile spread across his face.
"They are very beautiful. However, I don't recall there being any occasion for them."
"There is though!" MC insisted. "These flowers represent a message for you!"
Lucifer took the human's wrist and guided them around the desk and onto his lap. Arms around them, the demon stared down at the bouquet.
"I see." He kissed their neck. "Well, I'm afraid I am not caught up on my flower language so I'll be relying on your interpretation."
The human blushed and could feel the man's low chuckle from behind them.
"If you truly have a message for me, Love, now is the time to say it."
"I..." MC hid their face in the flowers and mumbled a little. "The red carnations are for love and admiration...I love you so much and I admire how hard you work...but the peonies are for a happy life and good health. I...want you to take better care of yourself."
"I take it you're worried for me?"
"Luce...you didn't come to bed last night and you were in here all day yesterday. Of course, I'm worried--and don't say you can handle this because even so, stress and lack of sleep are not good for you."
The man let out a long sigh before adjusting the human in his arms and rising from his seat.
"L-Luce?"
"If what you need from me is some rest then so be it."
Wouldn't usually give in so easily, but his Love put so much thought into expressing their worry so it would be wrong to simply dismiss them.
Mammon:
Gives him a bouquet of Alstromeria (symbol of wealth, prosperity, and fortune, as well as a flower of friendship) and Sweet Peas (symbolic of departure after having a good time).
It was the night before MC was being sent back to the Human realm. They knocked on his bedroom door and the second brother let them in, eyeing the flowers with a red face.
"W-What are those for??"
"For you." MC smiled. "It's...ya know since I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a thank-you."
Mammon grinned, trying to act confident.
"Well of course you got these for me! You got a lot to thank me for looking out for ya, now dontcha?"
"I really do." MC handed them to the demon. "There's a meaning to my flower choices though. Alstromeria is to wish you luck in money matters and express how much your friendship has meant to me. The sweet peas...to say that I had a lot of fun with you this school year."
The second brother went silent. I mean, what was he supposed to say after hearing that they put so much thought into giving him freaking flowers.
"Just...thank you for everything, Mammon. Really." MC leaned in and kissed his cheek before turning to the door.
The man's brain was short circuiting from the kiss, but still managed to push through the flustered-ness to call out.
"Oil! Wait a second 'ere!"
MC looked over their shoulder, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah?"
The words died in his mouth. This was his last chance to tell them how he felt...but he wonder if there was any point in it anymore? I mean, they leave tomorrow...
Despite still having the urge to say something, the man lowered his head and waved off the human.
"Eh, forget. Go to bed or something. I have things to do."
And then they left, just as he told them.
Now he's left wondering if he should of spoken up or not he should have.
Leviathan:
Gives him a bouquet of Hydrangeas (symbolising heartfelt emotions and used to express gratitude of being understood) and Anemone (which has a positive meaning of anticipation).
It was a couple days before MC had to return to the Human realm.
The two were hanging out like it was any other day though. Levi was immersed in his game, so much so that he didn't notice when MC left the room and came back with the bouquet.
"Levi, pause the game."
"Dude, it's an online match--"
Their boyfriend dropped the controller when he saw the flowers. His face went red as he just ceased to function.
"Levi?"
"W-W-What the hell are those?!"
"Flowers?"
"W-Well duh" He stammered out. "But why are they in my room?"
Because surely, surely they were not for him. I mean, why would the human be giving flowers to a stinky otaku like himself?
"They're for you."
Error. Blue screen. Levi.exe has stopped working. Please reset your Levi and--
"I...look." MC continued. "The hydrangeas represent...well, just how I appreciate the fact that I can be open with you. I feel like you're the only person who truly gets me...not just here in the Devildom, but even compared to those in the Human realm. The anemone...well, it has different meanings, but I'm using it to show that...I can't wait to find my way back to you."
The human was now blushing though not as much as the demon in front of them.
"Basically...I wanna say that I'm glad I'm your Henry and I'll always look forward to finding my way back to you...Levi?"
The man was tearing up.
"Sh-Shut up, Normie...I'm not crying..."
MC laughed and leaned in to kiss their boyfriend.
Yeah...they're happy to be his Henry 💕
Satan:
Gives him a bouquet of Purple Irises (symbolising eloquence, wisdom, and compliments) and Tulips (signifies a declaration of love and symbolizes perfect love).
Met the fourth brother in the library for their weekly study session.
Satan has been helping MC with some of their harder classes and in turn, the two had been spending a lot more time together
Which made it only too easy for the human to fall for him.
"Satan?"
The blonde looked up from the textbook he was skimming through in search of the correct page and raised an eyebrow as he saw MC standing before him, fidgeting in place and head down while hiding something behind their back.
"Is there something you need help with?"
"N-No...I..." The Human bit their lip. "Um...do you know anything about flower language?"
"Floriography? I suppose I know a fair amount." The demon watched them closely. "Do you have any questions based on the language?"
"No, I mean--" MC quickly shoved the bouquet in his face, their own face glowing a bright red. "Please accept these..."
The blonde took the flowers in confusion, staring down at them. Once he identified the flowers in the bouquet, a blush swept across his face, but was quickly replaced by a grin.
"Well now, why don't you tell me what these flowers mean to you?"
"D-Don't you know what they mean already?"
"I'd rather hear it from your lips, Kitten."
The human covered their face when they heard the new nickname.
"Kitten, I cannot accept these if you won't tell me their meaning."
MC lowered their hands.
"I...they..." The human mumbled. "The purple irises are to...well, thank you for your help and show that I really...really admire how knowledgeable you are. And...a-and the tulips..."
"And what about the tulips?"
"Please stop teasing me..."
The blonde chuckled before setting the bouquet on the table next to them and pulling MC close.
"Alright then. My answer is that I feel the same way, Kitten."
"Really?!"
The demon goes to fetch a vase for the flowers to sit on the table with them as they study.
Asmodeus:
Gives him of a bouquet of White Lilies (symbolising modesty and virginity), Aster (symbolising patience), purple lilac (symbolising first love), and Anemone (which mainly has negative symbolism to it, but can also be used to to symbolize anticipation in a positive interpretation).
The Avatar of Lust went to his room to change out of his school uniform and found the human sitting on his bed with the bouquet.
"Aww, Doll!"
The man rush over and squeeze the human in an embrace, carefully of the flowers.
"Oh you're so sweet! Getting me flowers like this!"
MC hid their face in their boyfriend's shoulder.
"Azzy...I have something to say."
"Okay~ what is it?"
MC pulled back and stared down at the flowers.
"I...do you know anything about Floriography?"
"Flower language? Oh, Doll, who do you think you're talking to? Of course~."
"Well...I used that for this bouquet."
"Ooo okay." The man gently took the bouquet from them. "Let's see then~ I see Lilies and Asters. Oh! A couple lilacs-- I love you two, Dolly."
He leaned in and kissed them.
"Oh and--" The smile that had been on his face suddenly fell when he spotted the anemone. "Dolly...is something wrong?"
The human started tugging on their sleeves.
"I'm sorry..."
"Hey...come here."
The demon laid the bouquet on the bed and pulled MC back into his arms. Face buried back into his shoulder, the man stroked his human's hair.
"It's okay. You know you can talk to me, right?"
MC didn't speak at first, just let their boyfriend's gentle comfort calm them for a bit.
"I...I'm sorry." They mumbled again. "I've probably just been overthinking. I just...it wouldn't leave my mind so even though it's hard to say, I knew I needed to talk about it and I thought it'd be easier with the flowers..."
"It's okay, Dolly. Take your time; I'm right here."
The demon kissed the top of the human's head.
"I just...you've been really good about not pushing me into...ya know...that next step. And I really appreciate it and everything because I've never done anything like that before. You're the first person I've ever dated, the first person I've ever fallen in love with...you've been my first date, my first kiss...and I want you to have my next first, but I'm still anxious about it. I feel bad though; I feel like I'm disappointing you since you're the Avatar of Lust and I just--"
"Oh Honey no!" The man didn't mean to interrupt them; he simply couldn't hold his words in anymore. "It's not like that at all. I'm with you for you, not your body. I can wait as long as you need me to."
He pulled away so he could look them in the eyes.
"I'm not going to be disappointed because you're not ready. We can wait as long as you need, okay?"
"Are...are you sure?"
"Of course, Doll. I don't want you to feel pressured into it. When we take that next step, I want it to be just beautiful and memorable for you as it will be for me and not something you feel obligated to do, okay?"
The Avatar of Lust finds a vase for the flowers and sets them on his vanity before cuddling up with the human in bed, keeping them close and murmuring sweet compliments and praises in their ear.
Asmo can wait. As long as he can hold his Dolly close and love them with all of his heart, he could wait a million years for them if that's what they needed.
Beelzebub:
Gives him a bouquet of Sunflowers (symbolising adoration, dedication, and dedicated love) and Peonies (symbolic of bashfulness, but also a happy life, happy marriage, and prosperity).
MC was too excited to give it to him so they waited outside of House of Lamentation for him to come back from practice.
"Beel! Beely come look!"
The redhead smiled at their Muffin and quickened his steps until he was right next to them.
"Here~." MC proudly presented the bouquet to him.
"It's very pretty. Thank you." Beel took the bouquet before leaning down and kissing the human.
"It's more than a bouquet though! It has symbolic meaning."
The demon raised.
"What's it mean then?"
MC blushed a bit before diverting their gaze from their boyfriend--or rather their fiancé since his proposed recently, hence why they made this bouquet for him.
"It's just...another way of saying I hope we'll always be happy together."
The big guys smiled before picking up his Muffin and kissing their forehead.
"I know we will, Muffin. Always."
Belphegor:
Gives him a bouquet of Statices (symbolizes remembrance and sympathy) and Red Roses (symbolising a deep love).
Sleepy boy woke up so confused when he found the flower basically shoved in his face.
"...What the hell am I looking at?"
"Flowers."
"No duh, Butthead." He pushed the flowers away, looking up at his Human. "I mean, why do you have them?"
"They're for you."
The man sighed.
"Fine..." He took the bouquet and set it on the other side of the bed before pulling MC down to him so they could lay together.
"Belphie, there's a point to them; they have meaning."
The man's eyes were already closed, ready to go back to sleep.
"Yeah? What?"
Silence. Avatar of Sloth cracked open an eye and saw his Human's expression weighed down with sadness.
"What's wrong?" Both eyes opened, he tightened his hold on them.
"It's...it's my way asking you to let it go."
Now it was the demon's turn to go silent.
Since the Incident™️, Belphie's been extra protective of them, but simultaneously really distant and harsh? It's been a back and forth sort of thing and even when they started dating, the trend stayed.
MC knew that he was just afraid of hurting them again. Sometimes he felt that keeping them close was for the best and others, he felt like pushing them away was. This back and forth was all because of the guilt that he carried.
Nervous, the human continued.
"The roses represent how much I love you and the statices...to show that even though I have not forgotten, I understand why you did it and I'm not upset. I forgave you instantly because I knew the pain you were in. I just...now I need you to forgive yourself, Belphie."
The demon buried his face in their neck.
"I don't want to talk about this."
"Oh...I'm sorry."
Belphie pulled back and gave the human a small kiss.
"Don't apologize for everything." He kissed them again. "You didn't do anything wrong."
It will take a lot more than a bouquet to make their boyfriend's guilt disappear, but the love and care behind it...the demon felt it, even if he didn't say it out loud.
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