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Florist!MC X Mhin + mutual pining?🥺

Florist MC, I am sobbing…! This is an adorable concept and I am in LOVE with it.

Little bit of an AU, but MC still has bandages on their hands to fit with canon. It ended up a little long, so I put a break.

Prompt is from this post:

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Mhin was never the type to buy flowers. What for? They had no one left to give them to, and the only person they cared about was basically just their doctor. Plus, the crappy things died within a week, and they rotted like a smelly carcass, and they didn’t even look all that pretty.

At least, that was what they thought until they met the florist.

They were kind enough to offer Mhin a rose when they passed by, with nothing more than a simple, “You looked like you could use a cheering up. Here. On the house.”

Having not experienced that kind of appreciation for many, many long nights, they took it with a confused nod.

Now, they couldn’t hold themselves back from visiting the florist even on their busiest days. Instead of spending their free time looking for hunting jobs or relaxing (well, not relaxing per se, but biding their time) at home, they walked to the stupid flower shop to look at some stupid flowers and buy a stupid lily for no other reason than to talk to the stupid florist.

But they were so kind to Mhin, and they didn’t ask questions aside from the regular, “Are you from around here? What’s your name?” And suddenly, after a few weeks of visits, the more interesting question of, “So, do you mind if I ask who you’re buying flowers for?”

Mhin froze, thinking back to their one vase full of a range of decaying flowers on their kitchen counter and trying not to scowl. How weird was it to say that the flowers were for themself, not for a lover or a relative? “No one,” they admitted, averting their eyes.

“No one?” they asked, confused. “O-oh. You’re here so often that I thought maybe they were for…a partner.”

“No…No partner,” Mhin replied, feeling a flush of heat rise up their neck. No partner, they thought, not that they were looking for one anyway…but the florist was kind of cute, at least…and they were nice, so it wouldn’t be unheard of to ask politely in return… “And what about you?”

“N-no,” they stammered, turning their gaze toward a bouquet of the reddest roses Mhin might have ever seen. “I’ve been busy with the shop, really, so I haven’t…found anyone. It’s hard in places like this to find someone with the same goals as you have, you know?”

“Right. That’s important, having the same goals,” Mhin repeated, nodding in understanding. They agreed, hoping their face didn’t show the relief that they felt in hearing that the florist was single. It was their chance to try something they weren’t prone to doing; just, hopefully, they weren’t being too forward. “How much for the dozen roses?”

“Seven copper.”

They rooted through their pockets and passed over the coins, taking the huge, bright bouquet with both hands. To their shock, their fingers brushed the florist’s bandaged hands, and a simmer of heat bubbled in their stomach. Not even skin-to-skin, and they could feel how chilly and clammy their palms were.

Without thinking further or allowing their nerves to well in their stomach, Mhin didn’t let the roses touch their chest before jutting them back out to the florist. “Here,” they said, their voice muffled behind the fabric of their collar. “Take them.”

They looked at the flowers with a furrowed brow. “Take them?”

“They’re for you,” Mhin said, feeling that bastardized heat rush to their cheeks. Why wouldn’t they just grab the damn bouquet and let them sprint away in embarrassment? “Put it in your room or something, but don’t sell them again. It’s a gift, so take it.”

Eyes lighting with a beauty Mhin had never seen before, they hugged the large bouquet against their chest, ignoring the thorns pricking at their shirt. “Really? No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

Now was Mhin’s turn to be confused. “But you sell them.”

“But that’s the thing. No one gives them to me because I have so many.” They grinned, stuffing their nose into the flowers and taking a deep breath, then releasing it high into the air. “Mm, thank you, Mhin. This is the greatest gift anyone’s given me in years.”

They struggled not to roll their eyes. Why did the florist have to be so…adorable? “You should be more careful acting like this in Eridia,” they warned. “People like to take advantage of people like you who act soft.”

Waving off the concern, they embraced the flowers again. “You’re always here though,” they said with a smile. “I know you’re strong, and you check up on me almost every day.”

“I’m not going to watch over you like that forever. I have things to do outside of buying flowers.” It was half of a lie; they’d been watching over the florist for ages now, making sure they got home safely in the evenings and that no one ruined their little shop. Clearly they had noticed or they wouldn’t have said anything. Was Mhin really that obvious with their interests? Ugh…

“Well, if you have time, maybe you can walk me home tonight?” the florist asked, a lilt of shyness and interest in their voice.

Mhin’s body froze for a moment before a scoff sneaked from their throat. “I told you, I have things to do.” But the look on their face betrayed them, because the florist let a small pout cross their pretty little lips. Giving into the temptation, Mhin sighed. “Fine. Six o’clock sharp, I’ll come back for you. Be ready, or else I’m leaving.”

They straightened their posture and bent over the table of flowers to take Mhin’s hands firmly in their own. The old bandages scratched their calloused skin. “Thank you! I’m so excited to see you! I’ll be more than ready!” they promised with the happiest grin Mhin thought they’d ever seen on a person before.

Grumbling and embarrassed, Mhin felt their hands automatically squeeze the florists—their first touch, and Mhin’s first touch from anyone outside of medical care in a long, long time. It felt…welcoming and nerve-wracking simultaneously.

And Mhin’s heart hurt in a way they hadn’t felt for a decade at least.

When they released each other, they tucked their face into their hood and crossed their arms. It wasn’t exactly a date, but—

“So it’s a date!” the florist said, setting their new bouquet of roses into a gaudy vase behind the countertop. “I’ll see you at six.”

“It’s a date,” Mhin repeated, biting their lips to stop from smiling in excitement. They had to hide it, but they looked forward to the meeting later in the day. Besides, maybe they’d be able to show off their strength—get them to grab their hand in surprise or fear at a roaming Soulless or gang member, not that they wanted to scare their new company. They simply wanted to keep the florist safe on the shitty streets of Eridia. If that meant a little hand-holding, then so be it.

So help them God, they’d be the best damn guard anyone ever had.

#ghostywrites #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #mhin #ghosty’s asks

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