#Flower Drabbles

[strandnreyes]

ooh maybe lady's slipper or red rose, if either of those inspire you! <3

Red rose - All the reasons why I shouldn’t love you and why I do

“Promise me that…” TK sniffles, the lump in his throat making itself known again, “that if it becomes too— too much, or,” his voice breaks and he falls silent.

Carlos’ arms tighten across his back. “I’m not going to promise you that.”

“Carlos,” TK pleads, his arms still looped around his neck as he clings. “You don’t know what’ll happen. Or, or how bad it’ll get.”

“I know that I love you,” he says with the same gentle tone he’s used all night. “And that’s more than enough for me to be here every step of the way. Good days and bad.”

“But I… I’ll be different,” TK whispers. “The person you love might not be here anymore. Even if I still am.” 

Everything that makes him him, all the reasons Carlos loves him… they could all be eaten away with this disease. Mind, body, and soul. All of him. And it terrifies TK, but he’s more terrified of Carlos still being here when it gets to that point. Of Carlos sticking around out of obligation when TK becomes unrecognizable. 

“That’s not true,” Carlos murmurs. 

“You don’t have to say that just for my sake,” TK shakes his head. “You know I’ll be different.”

Carlos slips out of the hug, keeping TK no more than a foot away. “Maybe so. But different doesn’t mean you won’t still be the man I love,” he tells him, tracking him when TK tries to look away. “You’ll always have these same eyes that I look into every day,” he says, his thumb swiping just under TK’s lashes to wipe the tear the instant it falls. “And your smile,” Carlos adds. 

“I knew you were just with me for my looks,” TK teases lightly, despite himself. 

Carlos smiles back, his thumb resting on the corner of TK’s mouth. “And that laugh,” he adds, sliding his hand down to TK’s chest. “You’re still gonna have the biggest heart, that falls in love with lizards and every dog in every movie we watch together. Even if you can’t quote the lines back to me anymore.”

“Don’t sound too excited about that,” TK grumbles after seeing Carlos’ small grin at the mention of his impressions. 

“And you’ll still like peanut butter banana smoothies, even if I have to blend them so thin that they’re basically juice. You’ll still take up too much of the bed and you’ll have your same sense of humor and you’ll care about everybody around you,” Carlos lists and TK wants to cry for an entirely different reason with each thing that gets added.

Carlos takes a breath, slipping back into something more serious. “And you’ll still be brave,” he whispers. “Every day that you live with this diagnosis, you’re going to be the bravest person I know. And on days when you don’t feel so brave, I will be there to be brave enough for the both of us, baby.” 

A fresh wave of tears stream down TK’s cheeks and he ducks down, scrubbing the sleeves of his shirt over his face. Carlos holds firmly to his arms, kissing his forehead.

“I was trying to stop crying,” TK mumbles when he looks up again. 

“I think you get a free pass on tears tonight,” Carlos soothes, holding TK’s hands back in his like they were when they started the conversation. “There are so many things I love about you, TK. It’s impossible for this to take them all away from us.” 

TK swallows hard, choking down every doubt and worry for the time being, until this is something they know for sure. “Okay,” TK whispers, still a little shaky, but with more certainty than anything he’s felt since his dad knocked on his door this morning. 

“Okay?” Carlos double checks, searching his eyes.

TK nods slightly, sliding his hands over Carlos’ shoulders until his face is buried in his neck again. He inhales, a smell he knows as uniquely Carlos’, and trusts that even if it becomes unfamiliar, he’ll never have to spend too long on the unknown before Carlos is there to remind him again. 

“Okay,” TK agrees.

#tarlos #911 lone star #flower drabbles

[softlyspector]

Can I request Daisy with Jake Lockley? I love the idea of him being with someone so sweet with an innocent aura to them.

Big fan of yours!

Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity

Jake doesn't exactly like you the first time he meets you. He thinks you're a bit soft. His gut tells him that you're a liability the system can't afford to look after.

You're sweet like sugar, and doting. You're kind to everyone you meet.

There's an air of innocence around you, a saccharine twist to the way you do everything.

It's horrible, really. Makes him want to claw his skin off.

But sometimes he catches a brief flash of something else in your gaze, something he can't quite put his finger on, when someone is being rude to you, or annoying you. But mostly when someone is being rude to Steven.

That spark makes him want to poke you, to drag that feeling kicking and screaming out of you.

But Steven likes you, adores you really, and so Jake puts up with you and tries not to upset you when he fronts - puts up with your cotton candy words, your honeyed charm. He puts up with the sundresses that you wear so very innocently, that nips in at your waist and flows so prettily over your hips and spills down your legs.

You draw looks, none of which you notice.

You draw looks that make Jake think about the best way to pluck out an eye. Just one, an eye for an eye and all that.

That flash, that thing in your eyes that he couldn't identify, turns out to be the firecracker bang of a temperamental anger. It's brief and it's hot and it settles before it can ever become a problem.

But Jake, he likes that.

He likes knowing you are so very sweet for them - for him and Steven and Marc - and waspish with other people. You are kind to those who deserve it. But you are nice to the system. It makes a strange loyalty spring up in him, a protective streak that burned.

Yeah, he likes that a lot.

He likes knowing that he is worthy of your sweet innocence where some other asshole isn't.

He likes knowing he's liked by someone like you.

But the day that really seals in his love for you and caps it like an overflowing inkwell, is the day someone snarls something rude at the pair of you while crossing a street.

Really, they're yelling at him.

And really, its a common enough occurrence in London.

But before he can even turn, and Jake’s temper is a flash and bang and then a sustained burn, you’ve already ripped your hand out of his to spit out a string of profanities that makes him proud.

When you turn back, the wiz of anger is already gone and you’re all angelic energy and innocence as you take his hand again and primly say, “Couldn’t let him talk to you like that.”

Maybe that you're sweet like sugar and a little bit soft isn't the worst thing in the world. Not when you have that molten fire just under the cracked candy shell of your exterior. Not when you used it to defend him.

Yeah, he likes that about you too.

#jake lockley x reader #moon knight #moon knight drabble #flower drabbles

[ausaplenty]

Bouquet for sorrow and regret

A mix of AUs and characters

Asphodel to indicate your regret will follow you to the grave (Gilbert, Kiara - Betrayal AU)

Azalea for fragility in a difficult time (Kiara, Gilbert, Lilian - Soldier Poet King AU)

Snowdrop for consolation and hope of better days ahead (Ren, Jade - ATLA AU)

Rue for regret (Thomas, Violet - Pre-P14H)

Willow for mourning (Ren, Thomas - Red Hood AU)

Gilbert Mead, Kiara Scuro - Betrayal AU

Asphodel – regret that follows you to the grave

Kiara smiled tiredly at him from the back corner booth as he entered the Chinese restaurant, one hand on the stroller next to her.

Ren and Skye had texted earlier with their excuses.

<SPSRA mission out of state. Will see you next time>

<Big project due tomorrow. Sorry!>

The unofficial Team Awesome monthy reunions were nearing expiration, with Gilly and Kiara clinging on by their nails. They weren’t doing it for themselves, though, as much as they were trying to keep something alive.

Lilian.

He’d almost backed out today. Made up some excuse about research and apologized. At least with the other two absent, the bitterness wouldn’t be so quick to rise for the blonde.

Kiara blamed Ren and Skye for staying at SPSRA, after what happened to their best friend. For glossing over the false imprisonment and agonizing pain because SPSRA was the “greater good.”

“Tell me who they’re helping?” Kiara demanded, her lips twisted into a snarl as she glared at the other two.

“We’re helping people. The engineers are improving technology so we’re less reliant on the Basement and –“ Skye recoiled as the word spurred a hiss from the shadow walker.

Ren refused to cave under the weight of hostility. “It’s making a difference, Kiara, and Skye and Thomas and I are doing what we can to make sure what happened to Lily isn’t repeated.”

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Gilbert was safe from Kiara’s rage, though he didn’t deserve it. The chip was his fault. His work had killed Lilian.  

“Hey Gilly,” Kiara greeted when he slid onto the scarlet vinyl seat across from her. “I ordered egg rolls for us already, I’m famished. And I ordered tea for you.”

“Thanks,” he said. He nodded toward the stroller. “How is she?”

Kiara’s smile should have been radiant, befitting a proud new mother, as she pulled  the blanket away from the carrier’s opening. The tiny baby with a mess of black curls slept in her seat, tiny squeaks escaping occasionally.

“LiLi would have loved her,” the shadow walker murmured. “With how much she loved kids? It would have been hard to pry Inali out of her arms.”

Gilbert’s heart twisted.

“I’m moving,” he blurted out awkwardly, resting his hands on the table. “T-There’s a company in San Diego that wants my help creating assistive devices.”

Kiara’s gloved hands covered his. He met her eyes.

“I get it.”

Kiara Scuro, Gilbert Mead, Lilian Moros - Soldier, Poet, King AU

Azalea – fragility during a difficult time

“Gilbert!” Kiara shouted between coughs as she stumbled through the masses. Her voice was lost in the barrage of screams and wails as the soldiers set fire to the huts and shacks that had barely sheltered the people of Beryn. “Gilly!”

The soldiers bore no symbols, a shield to protect the lord and his cronies from suspicions when he offered the village protection, but Kiara knew their purpose.

A mercenary barreled toward her atop a piebald stallion, the pike in his grasp aimed at her gut. The blonde snarled as she rolled out of his path, lashing out with a dark tendril. The shadow wrapped around his neck, cutting into his flesh before Kiara gave a vicious yank and severing the soldier’s head.

There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. They will tear your city down

Somebody plowed into her, knocking her to the ground. She twisted in their grasp, wrestling her attacker beneath her with a blade to their throat. Angry brown eyes glared up at her.

A mousy-haired young man glared up at her, straining against Kiara’s thighs straddling his torso. “Bastards,” he spat. “We were fine before you and your friends got here, with your talk of free and fairness. I warned my lord -

Kiara growled, climbing off of him. “Get out,” she ordered. “The blame lies with your lord.”

She strode into the shadows, cursing to herself.

Her role in this ballad was plain. A weapon to be wielded as they severed the chains of slavery and oppression. And unfortunately, her companions knew their purpose too.

Lilian to find the tyrants, to glean as much information for their cause. Sometimes, their hearts could be swayed with words. She was the appeal, a chance for the villain to change their ways before Kiara gave them no alternative.

There will come a poet, whose weapon is their word. She will slay you with her tongue.

And Gilbert.

He was architect, laying the foundation for the people to rule and govern themselves.

There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid with thorn. Smeared with oil, like David’s brow.

“Kiara!” Gilbert’s voice pierced the chaos and the blonde sped up until she laid eyes on him. He was struggling against a chokehold, a thick arm cutting off his air supply.

She surged out of the darkness and lashed out with a razor-thin whip that cut into the mercenary’s arm.

The soldier grunted in surprise at the wound and her appearance, freeing her friend in his shock. “Move!” she barked.

A shadow swept out, knocking the attacker off his feet. The blond man obeyed, scrambling out of the way. The dark tentacle elongated and thickened, thrashing wildly with the mercenary in its grasp until he was a bloody pulp.

Freed, Gilbert ran toward a burning hut. He yelled something at her, the words lost in his coughs and the screams of somebody trapped inside the structure.

“- have to save them!” she caught.

Awareness dawned on her as she recognized the home’s position in the village.

The healer’s hut.

Gilbert slammed into the door, his shoulder shattering the wood. He inhaled deeply, sucking in as much clear air as he could before he went to cover his nose and mouth.

“Like hell you’re going in there,” Kiara snapped, trapping his foot with a shadow so he was tethered to the ground. She ran past him, a wave of darkness gathering over her in a dark shield. Burning thatch fell against it. Her eyes landed on the forms trapped on the other side of fiery pile of debris.

Not debris. Materials. Items piled there and set ablaze.

The soldiers had gone for the healer first.

Rage boiled inside her. She brought the shadow down on herself, rising into the darkness and emerging on the other side. A woman stared up at her, a toddler clutched in her arms as she shielded a third body.

Kiara threw herself on top of the trio, calling the shadows to her. They sank into the black, the blonde pulling them behind her out into the village. She grabbed Gilly and transported them to the woods.

The conscious woman shrieked as they emerged, pulling away from the shadow walker, and pressing the child to her chest. She sobbed as she saw the village in the distance, flames growing as the fields and huts burned, and she collapsed to the grounds, her wails and the toddler’s blending together.

Gilbert crouched beside the healer, his hands hovering fearfully over the warm, wet stain on her abdomen. “No no no no,” he cried. “Kiara –“

She pulled him to his feet and turned him away from the body to envelope him a hug. “We need to go, Gilly, LiLi is waiting.”

~*~

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert said, staring into the campfire. “Beryn wasn’t ready for that. We needed more time.”

Their work was tenuous, a precarious tower balancing on a few feeble stones. They worked in stages, careful to time each right so as not set the chain of events in motion too soon.

“Selene – she was my choice to lead,” he explained.

“She was a good choice,” Lilian agreed as she pressed a heel of bread into his hands. The man accepted it, but just turned it over in his hands. She glanced over at Kiara. “She was willing to challenge the lord before we arrived, just for the sickness spreading through the village because of the overwork and rotten food.”

The blonde woman nodded her understanding.

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert lamented.

“One of the villagers told the lord. He said as much before I found Gilly, when he blamed us for the soldiers attacking,” Kiara supplied. She prodded a burning log with a stick, shifting the pile so it collapsed in the center. “Mousy hair, ears too big for his head – sound familiar?”

“Jaren,” LiLi offered as she sat between them. “Idolized the guards, but was too scrawny to be one.”

The trio sat in silence, Gilbert leaning against Lilian in support.

She knew Gilbert was blaming himself. He wasn’t considering that the lord could have attacked the healer even if their trio hadn’t shown up, if Selene was prepared to stand up to the nobility. No, he was too caught in the moment, connecting his presence to her death.

“So the question is,” Kiara scowled, “Do we let this behavior go unpunished?”

 Ren, Jade – ATLA AU

Snowdrop - consolation and hope for better days ahead

“Here,” Jade said, pressing a warm bowl into Ren’s hands. She grinned when the air bender eyed it suspiciously. “It’s not sea prunes, I promise. Just broth.”

Ren took a sip, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth fill her.

“What happened after –“ she winced at the memory of the lightning strike, her entire body tensing instinctively.

“Thomas held Reed and Kiara off so I could escape with you. We heard reports that he was captured,” Jade answered, sitting back on her feet. She scowled, her eyes bright with fury. “The Fire Prince and Princess are returning to the Fire Nation while the ships converge on Ba Sing Se to –“

“Take control,” Ren growled, her grip tight around the bowl. “I forgot it fell.”

She failed.

Anger clenched at her chest, its claws painful around her heart. Her mouth tightened and she brought the soup to her lips to mask it.

Jade noticed with a frown. “It won’t last, Ren, we’ve still got the Day of the Black Sun and Jasper’s actually got a half decent plan that doesn’t require the Earth King’s armies.”

“What’s the plan?” Ren demanded, itching to rid herself of the heavy burden of failure. She set her bowl down and grabbed her glider, the wooden weight a familiar feeling in her hand. With a grunt, she pushed herself to her feet and leaned her body against the staff. “What do I need to do –“

“You need to lay down and rest,” the water bender ordered. “You’re so weak after the healing session, I could knock you over with one finger.”

The avatar glared at her as she eased herself down on to the mattress.

“I know it’s annoying and you’re exhausted and drained,” Jade sighed. “But there’s nothing you can do about it tonight and you’re not going to defeat anybody if you don’t give yourself time to heal.”

She cleaned up as Ren spread out on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

 Thomas, Violet – Pre-P14H

Rue – regret

“Thomas?” somebody asked, shaking his shoulder.

The dream walker snapped out of the trance he was in, staring at the paperwork laid in front of him on tiny metal desk. Violet frowned at him, only taller because of the way the shoddy chair sank to the bottom of the supportive shaft.

“’M sorry,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes. “Dream walkers and their cat naps, you know how it goes.”

The council member squeezed his shoulder worryingly. “I do. I also know that wasn’t helpful in the slightest.”

He sighed.

If it were any of the other council members, he would doubt the sincerity of their questions. A dream walker who couldn’t sleep well enough was useless to them, just a body that didn’t serve its purpose.

“Vance Elliot’s resignation just became official,” Violent explained as she shook her head. “I know you were close with he and his sister, Thomas, and I’m wondering if you needed time.”

Vance hadn’t answered his calls. The times Thomas had sought him out had been met with hostility and rage.

Charlotte Elliot was dreamless. And out of the hospital she’d been sent to after the operation failed.

“There hasn’t been enough time, Violet,” he answered with a bitter chuckle. “Vance blames me. Even if I didn’t perform the surgery. Even if I fought against Lottie getting that kind of treatment. I’m the catalyst.”

If he had known SPSRA would use her as a test subject, would he have told the council about her? Would he have trusted Vance’s ability to contain her powers when the man was restless as a tumbleweed and itching to go on the next mission?

He shook his head.

“Take some time off, Thomas,” Violet urged. “Catch up on your sleep. Stop thinking about what could have been done differently. And when you get back, the paperwork for your promotion will be finalized.”

The dream walker stared at her as if she had two heads. “Promotion?”

“That’s right. The council decided you’ve shown potential,” the older woman informed him with a proud smile. “When you get back, we’ll put you in mentorship training and you’ll soon start working to recruit and train SPSRA’s heroes.”

Why?

A part of him – a voice that sounded like his former partner – wondered if this reward was for his silence. Don’t talk about Charlotte and the organization’s errors. Betray your friends for the ‘greater good’ and get a new title and status among the agency.

Or was this caution. He’d been vocal about the Council’s flaws. He hadn’t been on a retrieval mission since the operation, but could he go on another with the nagging thought that this target could be the next Charlotte Elliot?

He pushed it all down.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I appreciate the trust.”

 Ren, Thomas – Red Hood AU

Willow – mourning

“We can’t find her.”

Ren stared at Morpheus’s office door, her fingers tight on the manilla folder and its contents.

She’s argued against this. Had told the Council that he wasn’t ready, hadn’t given up on Kiara – it was cruel to ask him to take on a new sidekick when he was still obsessively searching for his last one.

Two years is enough time to accept the person you’d promised to protect – and failed to do so – was dead.

She sighed and raised her fist to knock. “Thomas? It’s Ren,” she called. “I have – the Council an assignment.”

The dream walker didn’t answer and the shapeshifter hesitantly turned the knob.

And stepped into an empty office.

“Thomas?” Ren frowned at the lit desk lamp and the papers scattered around the desk. She could see the old photos they’d been sent of Kiara, her face bruised and her body bloody in a sterile white room. Her frowned deepened when she noticed the foot peeking around the corner. “Thomas …”

The redhead was stretched out on his back, his face screwed into a scowl as it did when his dreams weren’t yielding the results he wanted.

She pulled a chair to the corner and settled in to wait for him to wake on his own.

“You can’t find her?” Ren asked as she sat next to her mentor.

“He’d find some way to cut her off from me,” Thomas muttered, raking his hands through his hair. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, ironic for a man whose power required sleep. “A drug, another dream walker – he wouldn’t want to risk me ruining this for him.”

“So it’s not as if he’s just keeping her in the dark about where she is, he’s found a way to eliminate the risk of you completely.”

The thought sent a chill down her spine. Morpheus was one of the few things about SPSRA Ren had complete faith in. And somebody knew the faults in his powers.

The redhead wiped his eyes with the heal of his hand. “Vance always did think of everything.”

She opened the folder, analyzing the contents so she’d have ammunition against his arguments for why he couldn’t accept a new protegee and to convince herself of them herself.

Ren was part way through when Thomas stirred, a groan escaping his lips. She grabbed the water bottle off the desk and offered it to him as he sat up.

“Ren? What time is it?” He asked with a raspy voice. He took the bottle and drank thirstily, trying to fight how dry his mouth felt.

“Around 6,” the shapeshifter supplied. “Thomas, the Council held a meeting.”

“They have a lot of those,” Thomas said dryly, pulling himself to his feet. Palms spread on his desk, he scowled. “Anything worthwhile?”

His eyes narrowed on the folder when she laid it out open in front of him, focusing on the photo of the young woman in front of a lined wall and holding a plaque with a number.

“Thomas –“

“No.” He shoved the folder away. “I’m not taking another protegee. SPSRA policies specify a mentor can only have one –“

Ren closed her eyes.

“SPSRA has updated Inkling’s file. As far as the Council is concerned, Inkling is no longer MIA,” she told him stoically, trying to keep the fury out of her voice. She’d argued this as much as she protested assigning Thomas a new mentee, enraged by the cold bureaucracy of it.

“And what about Kiara? Or did they not care that she was – is more than a code name?” he hissed.

She met his eyes. “You better than any one know how the Council considers these decisions.”

Teacher was dead in the eyes of SPSRA too, despite Vance Elliot walking through Manhattan without a care in the world. But if they wanted to divorce themselves from any of his actions, the reports had to say the hero was dead.

How many disillusioned heroes were roaming the world, knowing that their accomplishments and victories no longer mattered since they’d left SPSRA.

“I’m not taking another student,” Thomas insisted.

“What if she needs you?” Ren retorted. “Thomas, this is her last chance.”

Lilian Moros was an alias, one of several SPSRA had noted, but her strikes carried through whatever name she used. If Thomas rejected this, she’d be inhibited and incarcerated.

“Then you mentor her,” the dream walker snapped, folding his arms across his chest. “Meta has enough sway in the community. Your reputation will protect her.”

“It will once. After that, her next mistake will be her last,” the brunette answered, pointing to the list of prior crimes. “Morpheus pioneered the mentor program, Thomas, you know every one – including her – deserves room to make errors.”

He bowed his head. “I need to find her, Ren.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on her, Thomas.” the shapeshifter put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m asking you to do the thing that you stay with SPSRA for … I’m asking you to help somebody.”

#Flower Drabbles #Ren Kobayashi #Thomas Kelley #lilian moros #kiara scuro #Gilbert Mead #Violet #ATLA au #Pre-P14H #Betrayal AU #Soldier Poet King AU #Red Hood AU

[livelaughlovekny]

"Loves me, loves me not..."

Summary: Muichirou got bored waiting for you to arrive and decided to play the “loves me, loves me not” flower game. (+Mini bonus at the end)

   “One cloud, two clouds, three clouds…” Muichirou murmured to himself as he patiently waited for you to arrive. The both of you had agreed to train together at his estate after you came back from your mission. As Hashiras, this was a rare opportunity as the both of you were constantly bombarded with missions and tasks. That surely had to be the reason as to why Muichirou had been looking forward to today. Since he wrote back to you, telling you that he was fine with the arrangement, he had anticipated for today to arrive.

  You were taking a while to arrive though. Why were the both of you always assigned missions that were so far away from each other? Bored, Muichirou listlessly plucked at the surrounding grass. He tried recalling the contents of your letters. The both of you had agreed to exchange letters whenever possible. In your latest letter, you informed him that you should arrive at his estate at three in the afternoon. Or was it four? He couldn’t quite remember, though both felt too late and not enough to him. Strange, Muichirou wasn’t sure when was the last time that he had looked forward to someone so strongly.

  He tried reasoning with himself. Training time is precious. What he was actually looking forward to was training with someone strong. It could be any other Hashira. It didn’t have to be you. Though the idea of training with anyone else but you seemed appalling to him. Perhaps it was because he felt closer to you than others. Before meeting you, his training consisted of him and only him. 

  An hour passed, and you had yet to arrive. Did you get lost? No, your crow would have guided you. Did he get the date wrong? No, he didn’t. Then what could be taking you so long? Slightly frustrated, Muichirou got up and wandered around his yard. He passed a patch of wild flowers. He stopped and stared at it. “What was it about flowers that the Love Hashira said… Oh yeah.” He sat down in front of the patch of flowers and plucked one.

  He twisted the flower around his fingers, studying it. It was a stupid idea but he was bored and… that was it. There was another feeling within him that he just couldn’t put his finger on. It was a nagging feeling that somehow kept bringing up memories of you. Pushing away his feelings, he plucked a petal off the flower. “Loves me.” The petal fluttered down.

  “Loves me not.” His heart sank a little. “Loves me.” Hope rose again. “Loves me not… Ah.” It felt as if something was clutching onto his heart tightly. There were only two petals left. His fingers hovered near the remaining two petals. It’s just a stupid game. Yet he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling within him and bring himself to finish the game…

  “Loves you!” Two fingers plucked off the remaining two petals together. Muichirou turned around in shock. He looked up to see your grinning face. “Helloo, sorry for being late! I encountered a few villagers who needed some help.” You squatted down so that the both of you were at eye level. Your free hand reached out and opened up his, your other hand placing the two petals onto his palm. “There you go, I’m sure whoever you were thinking of loves you.”

  Muichirou closed his hand, clenching the two petals tightly before placing them carefully into his pocket. “I wasn’t thinking of anyone. I was just plucking off the petals out of boredom.” You snorted. “Right, I heard you murmuring ‘loves me, loves me not’ to yourself. Even if I didn’t, you shouldn’t bully flowers.” Getting up, Muichirou looked down at your squatting figure and gave you an unimpressed look. “Whatever, it was your fault for taking so long.”

  You whined. “I got here as fast as I could. It’s not my fault that it’s my duty to help others.” Not replying, Muichirou turned away and walked off. Pouting exaggeratedly, you complained loudly about how mean he was. You don’t notice how the tip of his ears had turned red or how relieved he was when he heard you said “loves you”, especially when he realised that he had played that game with someone in his mind and heart.

Bonus: A few weeks later, it was your turn to wait for Muichirou to arrive at the Mist Estate for training. You wandered around his home, marvelling about how one could bear to live in such an empty house. Walking into yet another empty room, you notice a tiny frame hanging above the bed. This was the only decoration in the entire house. Upon closer inspection, you realise it was two petals framed. “Oh, I didn’t know he liked flowers.” Just then, you heard Muichirou calling your name. Leaving the room, you walked towards the voice, not realising that those were the petals you gave him.

a/n: helloo, im back with yet another drabble/oneshot! i was working on a request when i suddenly thought of this and just had to write it out!!

#kny #kny fanfic #demonslayer #kny x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro fluff #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kny muichiro #fluff #oneshot #drabble #muichiro x reader #muichiro x you #i absolutely love flowers and the love me love me not game now

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Hii dear, how do you think Bucky would react to reader asking him to touch himself while she watches?

I am so sorry, this took way too long, but inspiration hit me and I think you might like it, so here ya go! Let me know what you think.

“Absolutely not.”

Zero room for negotiation. Exactly what you expected when you planned to ask Bucky to try something new. And exactly the challenge that you were looking for, because heat has already started to compress low in your belly at the idea of getting him to cave now.

Not that Bucky comes up short in the bedroom – not at all. But he isn’t the most flexible when it comes to trying new things, even if you are certain that there is a part of Bucky that revels in sexual exploration. After all, with his strong physique and heavy training, in combination with his dark mentality, he has so much potential to take it …far in the bedroom. And the burden falls on you to prod and poke until he allows himself to indulge in all his heart desires – for you to eventually indulge in him.

“Why not?” you plead at him.

He arches a brow at you and continues making the bed with you, arms flexing as he works. “Because why would I masturbate in front of you when I can fuck you?”

Jeez, he truly is a caveman sometimes…

“Because it’s hot, Bucky. I want to watch you torture yourself,” you tell him like it’s the most obvious thing on the planet and this time Bucky pauses before giving you a compressed smile. Maybe torture wasn’t the best word…

“You think it’s hot, because you think masturbating is torture for me?” he asks and you study him, wary all of sudden, since you have a feeling he is about to prove you wrong.

“Buck–”

“No,” he interrupts you, giving the duvet one last shake as he finishes making the bed and turns to you fully. “You want me to fuck my fist while you watch? Fine. You will watch...” A long pause. “ – and only watch.”

…

This is torture.

“Bucky,” you plead, breathless from less than nothing, “come on, stop teasing.”

He answers with only a smirk and the flex of his hand around his base, dragging it up and pressing more blood to the throbbing head of his cock. You would think him teasing himself would destroy him, but apparently the sight of you is enough to edge himself endlessly.

You buck your hips up and shimmy down on the mattress, tugging at the restraints that keep your wrists tied to the headboard. This position is even less comfortable, but you barely notice over the pleading ache between your hips. He just looks so fucking good pleasing himself. Your breath hitches when you feel your own arousal drip down between your ass and you quickly press your thighs together in embarrassment.

But Bucky’s eyes darken and his stare turns into that of warning. Standing at the edge of the bed, one knee pressed into the mattress and his dark-blue jeans popped open to let his cock bob against his rough abdomen, you swallow a whine at the sight of him.

“Legs open, sweetheart,” he reminds you and you instantly snap them open with the feeble hope that he will allow you to have him sooner. He watches your naked chest rise and fall with frustrated breaths, your hands turning and twisting against the restraints.

Utterly naked and tied up before him as he strokes and strokes and strokes himself until you’re drooling, you feel helpless before him. It’s pathetic how this is the thing that can bring you to a whining and whimpering state. And he hasn’t even touched you. Your skin was already on fire when he stroked his knuckles down your arms after tying you up. All he has done is throw more gas onto it.

His eyes drag down your body to watch your cunt, and it pulsates in answer to his stare, making him chuckle under his breath. Your toes curl into the sheets and you close your eyes to take a controlled breath, desperately grappling for something of power. But you have noticed something.

You were wondering why you were eyeing him so expectantly at the beginning, waiting for something, only to find out you were waiting for sounds. For him to groan, or whimper, or– Fuck it, you would take the sound of a hitched breath. But barely anything made it past his lips and you realise with pride burning in your chest like a thousand suns, he only loses control like that when it’s you touching him.

He’s too stubborn to make sounds otherwise, crack his pride to show you how much you affect him. But you’ve seen him lose his restraint. You’ve seen him gasp with that first heavenly thrust, felt his fist tighten in your hair and heard the filthiest moan known to man against the shell of your ear.

So all you have to do is remind him. You open your eyes.

“Let me lick it,” you tell him and Bucky freezes, his eyes hardening on yours.

“What,” he snaps, teeth gritting.

“Let me taste you,” you continue. “Come on, I can see you want to come, Bucky. Come in my mouth.”

You can see his brain working over hours and you bite back the smug smirk that wants to break through when you see his cock throb and his fist tighten over it. His eyes flash and he crawls onto the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers as he crawls over. It is all you can do not to arch your entire body towards him, the anticipation dripping down into the sheets from between your legs.

“You want to have a taste?” he nearly whispers and crawls between your legs, his lips hovering over yours. And you would wrap your ankles around him and trap him, or tilt your chin and kiss the breath from him, if it wouldn’t put you back to square one of begging for your man.

You nod. Barely.

“Close your eyes,” he commands and you do so instantly. “Open your mouth.” You do.

You wait for the warm, salty taste of him, your breath quickening when you feel the proximity of Bucky and nothing more. It feels like hours that you lay there, waiting for something – anything – from him.

And just when you’re about to protest and tell him to hurry the fuck up, the breath gets knocked out of you and you arch up to the ceiling with his cock buried so deep into your cunt you lose each and every thought. The long, raspy, filthy moan that follows at that feeling gets swallowed by Bucky’s greedy mouth and he groans in response, like a breath he has been holding for over an hour.

“That was torture,” he mumbles against your lips, his resolve clearly faltering. “Watching your drip for me, beg for me, right in front of my nose. Nothing compares to you.”

You sigh at his words and tug at the restraints when he pulls out. Opening your mouth to protest, another sounds garbles out when he pushes in to the very hilt again and every wall of yours hugs him into you further. Fuck, he’s in deep. Slow, steady, with a sharp push at the end that makes your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. He presses kiss after kiss after kiss to your swollen lips and he whispers and mumbles things to you that you can barely make out as he starts thrusting in and out of you. Some things are in Russian or Bulgarian or–

Fuck, his voice. “I want to feel your legs around me. Want your fingers in my hair,” he grunts and you can barely make sense of his rambling. “Want to feel you squeeze me and I want to taste you,” he lets out a starved groan, “God, I want to fucking taste you.”

In a second, he has pulled out of you, pulled away from you and crawls between your legs. His strong arms and hands manhandle your legs tightly around his head and you don’t get time to squawk in surprise before his whole mouth engulfs your throbbing pussy and you melt into the sheets until you yourself are nothing but silk and softness.

“Oh, Bucky,” you whine and he hums against you in delight, one wide hand spreading over your belly and squeezing as he eats you up.

He licks and nibbles and sucks and devours you whole. And when his tongue pushes into your hole slowly, you writhe against him and hiccup for breaths. Nothing is enough, everything is too much. You don’t know what you want from him, you don’t know what you are or want to become. You only know Bucky is the way to get it. To get relief and extasy and pleasure and warmth and Jesus Christ, this man will kill you.

“I counted,” he mumbles against you. “You watched me fuck my fist for ten minutes.” You gasp for breath as his nose circles against your clit and he inhales deeply. “So I get to make you come at least ten times.”

Oh no, oh no, oh no–  “Holy fucking shit!”

“One.”

#bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #writing #drabbles #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #I turned myself on #this is inspired by my work crush who wore a flower crown i made for him yesterday and then proceeded to tell me about his girlfriend #pls tell me what you think?? #answered #drabble

[needle-noggins]

Where do your roots start

And where do your roots end?

Something about seeing only the worst of yourself in the mirror. Something violent and terrifying, but knowing you only grew that violence in response to violence against you. Knowing your power comes from a place of trauma, something you don’t remember but wish had never happened. But it did, and here you are. There’s something new in you that isn’t the you that you understand and you wish it wasn’t but it is. Violence begets violence and you are unable to control what grows from the seeds that were planted. So you have to live with it and try not to let that violence spread.

You’ve already failed once.

And you see it every time you look in the damn mirror.

—

For Body Horror Week’s final day, prompt: Roots by In This Moment

#I was going to write a longer Drabble but holy shit Judas’s fic got me Shrimped good and instead I will refer everyone to that #Sav art #trigunbodyhorrorweek #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #I’m REALLY proud of this I worked SUPER HARD ON IT #the roots and the flowers were so fucking annoying #but my favorite part is vash’s neck I wanna smooch it and tell him everything’s okay yaknow #also like same recognize same mirrors are evil and I hate them #I also love to give Eriks a lil ponytail as a treat

[heymrspatel]

bartender ian seeing mickey walk in through the doors of The Rosewood Brewhouse

🍺🌷more florist mickey and bartender ian!🌷🍺 more flowers and brews drabbles here! @deedala's companion florist mickey art here! 💙✨

#hi! did deanna and i make art for some silly little drabbles? hhhhyou bet yerr ass! #i love them so much please understand! deanna you're the loveliest! thank you for coming to me with this idea!! 💙✨ #shameless #shameless fanart #gallavich #gallavich fanart #flowers and brews #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless fan art #shamelessnet #myart #fanart #digital art #art

[goosefruit]

5 times vanessa brought you flowers (drabble collection)

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: none

a/n: i need her to show up at my door with a bouquet of flowers ples

Hydrangeas

The first time Vanessa showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers was on the night of your first date. 

She nervously shuffled her feet, wondering how you might react to her last-minute grocery store purchase. In her defense, she had just finished working a night shift mere hours before she had to start getting ready for tonight. 

An arrangement of baby blue hydrangeas laid in her arms, with little white flowers filling the gaps. 

Vanessa had stood in the flower section of the store for a good half hour as she tried to decide on the perfect offering for you. The obvious choice would be roses, but she was afraid of coming off too strong. 

After all, she had only known you for a week, after dancing with you at a bar. Even then, there was a spark between the two of you that she had never felt before, and she knew that she would do anything to have this work out. 

So she decided on something perhaps even more thoughtful than roses. 

The hydrangeas had caught her eyes the moment she saw them. They were the same shade of blue as the sparkly aquamarine earrings you always wore (she knew because you were wearing them the night you met, as well as in most of your Instagram pictures). Something about the delicate hue reminded her of your soft smile and gentle eyes.

Those same blossoms of blue were seen in your favourite vase for months after, its petals dried and preserved.

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Wildflowers

For your one year anniversary, Vanessa had planned a picnic in a nearby meadow. 

You sat under the warm May sun with your eyes closed, leaning against your girlfriend's shoulder. The occasional cool breeze tickled your skin as you basked in the sunlight, sighs of delight falling from your lips. 

In every direction, fields of colour stretched on for miles. Flowers of all shapes and sizes were beginning to wake from their winter slumber, with many already in full bloom.

Groggily, you opened one eye to admire how wonderfully Vanessa’s blonde locks gleamed in the afternoon light.

“Hey honey,” she smiled when she noticed you staring. Giving you a peck on the forehead, she began to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You thought about following her, but were in way too comfortable of a position for your muscles to want to move. Instead, you laid back on the picnic mat and listened to the birdsong overhead. 

Vanessa returned soon after, prancing towards you in her pretty pink sundress. She held out a brilliant bundle of wildflowers: reds, blues, oranges, and yellows amongst various shades of green. The stems were tied together with a blade of grass, assembled into a perfect little bouquet.

“For you, my beautiful girl.”

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Lilies of the Valley

This time, Vanessa had to ask the Internet for help.

You and her had been in rocky waters for the past week, arguing over trivial things such as who was going to do the dishes. 

She knew that you were only matching her attitude, as she had been quite unfair in how she spoke to you lately. Really, she didn’t mean it—the long, stressful shifts at work had gotten the better of her, but instead of talking it out, she pent up those emotions until they overflowed. 

Vanessa knew she had to do something to clean up the mess that she had created. 

A Google search for apology gifts gave her a list of ideas, and she set out for the store while you were at work one day. It took her several tries before she found a florist that supplied what she was looking for.

The vase held a bunch of delicate little white flowers, each hanging off of thin green stems in rows. There must have been at least a hundred of them, every one perfectly bell-shaped. 

She recalled that you had once stopped to admire a patch of these on a walk, which is why she recognized them almost immediately when they came up on her search. Apparently, they symbolized apology, amongst other things. 

Knowing that she would already be at work by the time your shift ended, she left the flowers alongside a note on the dining table:

My dearest Y/N,

You are my world, but I haven’t been treating you like it lately. I’m sorry that I’ve been a terrible communicator, and for taking out all my stress on you. You didn’t deserve that.  

I got you a little something here: Lilies of the valley. It has a pretty name, just like you.

I know it doesn’t make up for how I acted, but take it as a token of my love. Really sorry I can’t be home tonight; you know how my shifts are. 

Maybe we can do something fun when I get back?

I’m going to do better from now on, my love <3

-Nessa

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Roses

On Valentine’s Day, you received the sweetest, reddest roses. 

Vanessa had taken a day off just to prepare for the occasion, taking it upon herself to decorate the entire apartment with candles and petals. 

At her insistence, she picked you up from work, wearing a suit so nice it made you feel underdressed in your plain blouse and jeans. The look was completed by a rose between her teeth, one corner of her mouth lifted in a gentle smirk. You giggled at how ridiculous but sexy she looked.  

She presented you with a bouquet she had hidden behind her back, a dozen more roses bound by lace and gold wrapping paper. 

Each flower had been carefully handpicked by her, the process having taken her nearly half a day at the florist’s. She made sure to select only the most vibrant ones, with every petal intact, for her babygirl. 

They smelled so good, it made your heart flutter. Of course, you knew that roses were known for their fragrance, but something about getting them from the love of your life made the sweet scent all the more mesmerizing. 

To top it all off, the lace holding everything together had the same colour and pattern as that chic white lingerie set you knew she loved seeing you in. 

You took a mental note to change into it before the evening’s fun.

‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°•. ✿ .•°

Paper flowers

You were puzzled when Vanessa took an unusual interest in the crafts section of the dollar store. 

Your girlfriend had never expressed herself as an artistic person, always leaving all the home decor DIY stuff to you. But now, she was buying stacks of coloured paper and disappearing to her office with them for hours at a time. 

You had been reading on the couch one Sunday afternoon when you felt her hands cover your eyes from behind. 

“Don’t peek! I have a surprise for you,” she whispered excitedly. 

You nodded, keeping your eyes shut as she set something down on the table in front of you. 

“Okay, now open your eyes!”

The product of her mystery project blew your mind beyond words.

In a tall glass vase, she had placed paper flowers of all different colours, each resembling different species with shocking accuracy. They were folded with such neatness that you immediately understood why it had taken Vanessa so long. 

“I saw a video online, so I knew I had to make some for you,” she grinned cheekily. “The papercuts were all worth it.”

You grabbed her face and kissed her, all while a singular thought circulated through your mind: How many other hidden talents did this woman have?

#fnaf x reader #vanessa afton #vanessa fnaf #vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa monroe #fnaf vanessa #wlw fluff #flowers #vanessa shelly drabbles #vanessa shelly imagines #vanessa shelly fluff

[teastainedprose]

Homelander picking flowers with fem!reader

"You do know I could have purchased double what you've collected, right?" Homelander stands a step off to your left as you pluck another yellow bloom free. You straighten at the waist, twirling the stem between your fingers as you look over to him. "Yes, but that defeats the whole purpose." "The purpose! What purpose?" Homelander huffs, expression settling on one better suited to a petulant child than the most powerful supe in the world. He crosses his arms over his chest, features settling into a pout as you step closer. "Quality time with me," you point out, holding the flower up to his face. "No cameras either." His lips twitch up in annoyance, but as you nudge the bloom closer Homelander relents. He sniffs then shrugs, posture going lax as he slides an arm about your waist to tug you close. "I suppose you have a point," He murmurers. Dipping his head down to catch your lips in a brief kiss, his expression softening. You smile back, twisting enough to set the plucked bloom down with the others in the basket you still hold. "Now start helping." "Helping? You can pick your own damn flowers. I'll watch." "How about- For every flower you pick, I'll give you a kiss?" Your smile grows into a cheeky grin, "-and if it's a really pretty one? I'll reward you with more." "More, huh?" Homelander tightens his hold about your waist, tugging you against his frame. "What sort of reward do I get?" He leans in again, words ending in a growl as his lips ghost your neck. "Guess you'll have to pick something pretty to find out."

#homelander #homelander writing #anon ask #ask #homelander x reader #homelander x you #drabble #mmmmmmm fluff #insert joke about reader being the prettiest flower he could pick here #hwah #you must train your Homelander with positive reinforcement #x reader #x you

[strandnreyes]

I’ve never sent in a prompt to anyone before, I’m nervous and excited because I fuxking love your writing!! So here goes Crab Blossom and Myrtle, pretty please? 🥹

Crab Blossom - Stop. You need to rest.

Carlos lost track of time somewhere between leaving the reception and the second time he pressed TK into the mattress and heard his name cry out from his husband’s lips.

It has to be closer to morning at this point and Carlos should be exhausted, but he doesn’t want this day to be over just yet. He and TK haven’t said anything to each other in a little bit, content to simply exist in each other’s space as they trade lazy kisses and constantly wind and unwind their fingers together.

Every time Carlos’ fingers brush against TK’s ring, he finds himself smiling against TK’s lips.

When TK’s kisses become a little more purposeful and he slides on top of Carlos, Carlos drops his head back to the pillow.

“We should stop and get some rest,” Carlos whispers.

“Why?” TK asks, toying with Carlos’ necklace. “Our flight doesn’t leave until the afternoon.”

Carlos raises a brow. “And you have nothing packed yet.”

TK purses his lips and Carlos is powerless to do anything but lean up to kiss him again. Carlos can feel TK smiling like he knows he has Carlos in the palm of his hand and Carlos can’t even act like that’s not true.

“Do I really have much to pack?” TK questions with a gleam in his eye that means trouble. “I can’t imagine I’m going to need a whole lot of clothes…” he trails off, running his hand slowly down Carlos’ side.

The metal of his ring sends a shiver down Carlos’ spine and he’s mentally calculating what time they actually need to get up tomorrow. They can probably get away with staying awake just a bit longer.

Carlos winds his arms tighter around TK’s waist, creating space between his legs for TK to settle. “The hotel lobby generally has a ‘no nudity’ policy,” Carlos tells him.

TK hums. “Tragic,” he whispers, ducking down to kiss Carlos deeply again.

Carlos finds himself getting lost in it, and then TK’s ring presses into Carlos’ cheek like a beacon for all of his attention and he wonders when these symbols of their love proudly displayed on their hands are going to feel natural, when he’ll feel like he can’t remember a time when they didn’t wear them. Carlos hopes the thrill of it never fades, though.

“Hey,” Carlos murmurs, nudging TK back just enough to look him in the eye. “I love you.”

TK’s responding smile feels like it was made just for Carlos. “I love you too, husband.”

Husband, Carlos thinks. Once a pipe dream; now his to have and to hold.

#tarlos #911 lone star #flower drabbles

[softlyspector]

Hope no one has already done this. Carnation with Steven? Pretty please?

Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction

"Steven?" You ask, laying a hand against his shoulder.

He jumps beneath your touch, shoulders seizing up around his ears. You retract your hand and settle next to him where he's hunched over a book at his desk, glasses perched at the end of his nose.

"Sorry," you say quietly with a grin, "Didn't mean to startle you."

Steven smiles back at you and reaches for your hand, kissing your knuckles before he settles your hand back on his shoulder, patting your fingers gently.

You brush your knuckles up the column of his throat slowly as he folds his book shut and takes off his glasses. His voice is slightly shaken when he replies, "Didn't startle me, love. Sorry I didn't hear you calling me."

"It's alright. Do you want to come to bed?" You stroke an errant curl back from his forehead, touch the crinkles by his eyes. "You don't have to, I just know how caught up you get."

"Is it after midnight already?" he asks, turning to glance at the clock. "Bloody hell, I promised we'd watch an episode of that show you like-,"

"S'okay," you say with a smile. "I like watching you work."

You harbored a deep fascination of Steven, with the way he held himself and flicked through books, the excited way he'd glance up to find you when he pieced something together or learned something new. It builds a love inside you, a terrible, towering love that makes you beholden to him.

A dusting of pink climbs up Steven's throat. "Not so interesting is it? Watching someone read. Just interrupt me next time, I hate breaking my promises to you."

"You didn't break any promises," you soothe, tangling your fingers with his. "And it's interesting to me. Fascinating actually." You touch his brow, the divot that's always between them. "You're very pretty when you're focused. It's better than TV actually."

Steven lays his other hand against your forehead, "You feeling alright, love? 'Cause that's just about the most bonkers thing I've ever heard."

You kiss the back of his hand in yours, leaning into his palm when he cradles your cheek. "Absolutely I'm not. Feeling very much sick with longing, actually."

The blush just spreads further over his cheeks and he ducks his head to kiss you. "I really am a very boring person," he tells you, lips brushing yours. "Just me and these bloody books most times."

"Maybe that's what fascinates me about you, that you don't see it."

"See what?" he asks with a grin.

You just shake your head and kiss him again, pulling him up with you as you stand, fingers knotting into the front of his shirt.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight drabble #moon knight #flower drabbles

[ausaplenty]

Running out of time

Kiara, Jason - Red Hood AU

Nettles - Cruelty

Kiara moaned weakly as pain blossomed through her body, interrupting the blissful void. She started to shift to her side and curl up into herself, but a hand on her chest stilled her.

“Lie still,” a voice ordered with a firm gentleness. “Too much movement and the bleeding will restart before I’ve had a chance to heal you fully.”

She opened her eyes, her sight blurry and only being able to distinguish a man’s figure. “Sper-sa?” she croaked, relaxing against the bed.

She was safe. Thomas and Ren had found her.

The last thing she remembered was a winged woman with scales. The woman’s lips were stretched in a terrible grin as her claws pierced Kiara’s shoulder, widening as the 19-year-old screamed in pain.

Her eyes started to drift close, the healer’s powers seeping through her body.

“No,” the man answered tersely. “I’m not with SPSRA.”

His hand moved to her side, eliciting a sharp hiss as he pressed against the wound. “Get some rest –“

“Uh uh uhhh,” a painfully familiar voice taunted. Kiara cried out in pain as claws wrapped around her ankle, digging into her porcelain skin. “No sleeping until Vance allows it.”

The healer pinned Kiara against the cot, stilling her thrashing as he glared at the torturer. “Valerie, stop – I can’t keep her alive if you keep ruining my work.”

The pain subsided, but Kiara’s sobs didn’t as she struggled weakly against the weight on her chest

“If you insist,” the woman sighed in disappointment as she retreated beyond the limit of Kiara’s hazy vision.

A string of pleas escaped Kiara’s lips as her struggles faded, her hands tight on Jason’s forearms.

~*~

“I can’t keep doing this, Vance,” Jason snapped as he left the lighted cell. The teenager was unconscious in her cell, drugged beyond any ability to fight or dream.

The blond man sighed in boredom.

“I thought you were capable of anything as long as you got paid,” the mastermind drawled with an arched brow.

Jason frowned, his hands clenched before he hid them inside his pockets.

The teenager grew more delirious each time he revived her, leaving him wondering what her near resurrections were doing to her brain.

“You can amplify my abilities until I resurrect the dead, but you can’t change her body’s immunization to my power,” Jason reminded him. “Every time I heal her, it loses its efficacy. I can already feel the resistance.”

Vance waved him off. “Then she’ll have served her purpose and she won’t be needed anymore. And we won’t have to worry about whether you can heal her.”

The healer frowned at him.

He was only called in when the shadow walker was on the brink of death, the time between his visits growing shorter and shorter. And as of yet, her torturers were limited to Valerie and Amber – a twisted blessing when he knew that the others’ powers would have required more healing.

In any situation, Kiara was running out of time.

#kiara scuro #Jason #Red Hood AU #Flower Drabbles

[cosmicstarlatte]

Giving Him Flowers (Obey Me!)

━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━

While on a trip to the human world, you decide to come back with flowers for your favorite of the 3 eldest brothers.

»Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi.

»Tags: GN Reader, Mammon being cute and dumb♡♡♡, Fluffyyy, Drabble, OP studied for this fic lol

»Notes: I was listening to flowers by miley and was like hmm that song title gives me an idea lol also I had my OC in mind for this but also works for reader

Lucifer:

Karma Choc Dahlias : Admiration,Strength,Power,Love

"What's this?" Lucifer stared curiously at the vase of dahlias you handed him.

"Huh? They're flowers, for you," you paused and then continued "Oh as humans we like to give flowers for different reasons. These ones...they reminded me of you!" You smiled but wondered if maybe it was dumb to hand the avatar of pride flowers. You shook the thought away quickly, you wanted to show him in your own way, your love for him. Flowers meant a lot to you.

Lucifer tenderly touched the red and black petals. He loves flowers. He was never given human world flowers before though. He placed the flowers gently on his desk and turned to you.

"In what way did they remind you of me?" He questioned curiously.

You took a confident step forward and cupped his cheek with one hand. His cheeks held the faintest blush. You can tell he missed your touch while you were gone.

"Well, first things first, they're absolutely gorgeous. And look, they match your eyes!" You smiled and placed a small kiss on his nose before continuing.

"These are actually a special type of dahlias. They're grown to have strong stems, they won't droop even in rain! These dahlias represent strength and power and they also mean... love and admiration." You finished explaining and pecked his cheek. Lucifer gave you a soft sweet smile.

"I didn't realize human world flowers could be so meaningful," He murmured thoughtfully. "Thank you. I will take great care of them..."

Lucifer took your hand and kissed it before placing it back on his cheek for warmth.

"And...I love you too."

Mammon:

Blue Primroses: First, Love, Trust, Safety, Can't Live Without You

"I'm home!" You said as you ran towards Mammon who was already waiting for you outside the house  for your arrival. He tried to not look too excited but practically sprinted to you anyway. He then noticed the vase in your hands and stopped short of hugging you.

"Here! For you!" You said pushing the dark blue and yellow primroses towards him. He looked at them and bit some of the petals off before spitting them out in disgust.

"Eh!? They're not very good!" He spat a few more petals out. You snorted.

"To each their own. But I meant these more for decoration! They're Mammon flowers! To decorate your room or whatever!" You happily chirped as you fixed up the flowers. "I got them because they reminded me of you! They're technically called primroses but I call them Mammon flowers which I like better!"

"Y-ya thought of me while you were up there!?"

"Uhh yeah? And when I saw these I knew I had to get them for you. They match your eyes perfectly, they're so lovely! Where I'm from, these flowers mean love,trust,safety...and 'prim' is the Latin root word for-"

"First." Mammon said cutting you off, appearing dazed.

"What can I say, you were my first after all!" You said winking at him.

"C'mere."

He gently placed the flowers on the ground before wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you into a tight hug.

"I missed ya." He whispered.

"But don't go tellin' everyone that, ya hear!?"

Bonus:

Mammon frantically burst into your room with his vase of very much dead, wilted flowers.

"I don't know what happened! They're not like before!" He freaked out looking as stressed as ever. You tried to cover up your laugh at his sillyness. Poor thing doesn't know.

"Human world flowers only last a few days, Mammon."

"Oh."

Mammon huffed and walked towards you, holding the vase out to you.

"Well!? "

"Well what?" You said raising an eyebrow curiously.

Mammon cleared his throat and mumbled something as he looked away, his cheeks turned a bright red.

"I didn't catch any of that Mammon."

He sighed loudly.

"Aren't ya gonna get me more Mammon flowers or what! It's rude! My room feels different now!" He spilled out. You laughed and took the vase with one hand and reached out with your other to pat his white head of hair.

"You're right. Don't worry, I'll get you more soon and make sure to replace them every time." You promised the upset demon. You kissed his cheek and he finally relaxed.

"Good! Hmph!"

Levi:

Orange-Purple Pansies: Love, Beauty, Joy, Passion, Loyalty, Thoughtful. Orange ones are rarer to find!

You weren't suppose to be back for another day but decided to come home early. You couldn't wait to see your favorite demon. You tried to time it right so no one would ruin the surprise; you rushed into the house knowing where everyone should be and made a dash to Levi's room, who unsurprisingly, started yelling at the sudden intrusion until seeing it was you.

"W-what!? H-how!?" He squeaked out excitedly but then turned embarrassed. He tried to cover up the Ruri pajamas he was now suddenly aware of.

"Oh Leviachan, you're as beautiful as ever. I've seen much more different sides of you." You grinned devilishly. He squeaked trying to cover his face now.

"Anyway! My trip ended early and I wanted to surprise you! I got you a gift, here!"

You handed him some brightly colored orange-purple pansies. He blushed as he looked over them curiously. He sniffed them, letting out a tiny cute sneeze.

"Human world flowers!? Oooh I've seen these before! They're the official symbol in Osaka, Japan!" He geeked out and gently touched the soft petals.

"Oh even more fitting." You thought out loud.

"What do you mean?" Levi asked as he hugged the vase tightly.

"I got them because they reminded me of a certain demon otaku. You know, beautiful orange eyes with hints of purple." You admitted as Levi turned red and started stuttering self-depreciating nonsense. You shushed him with a finger.

"Flowers can have a lot of meaning in the human world y'know," you took one of his hands and separated his fingers gently. You pressed his pinky against your lips in a kiss as his breath hitched. "Like these pansies from me to you mean love," kiss "loyalty" kiss "joy" kiss and passion." You finished, pressing his thumb softly against your lips in a final kiss. Levi was left shaking. He really was cute. "You're a rare beautiful find, just like these flowers."

"Y-you m-mean a-all of that!?" He asked looking at you all wide-eyed. You sighed and took the vase from his hands and placed it on his desk before finally engulfing him in a giant tight hug.

"I meant everything. I couldn't wait to see you, I even sneaked in here unnoticed by everyone to surprise you!"

"W-what!?"

You giggled.

"Since no one knows I'm here, how about we keep it that way? You don't mind if I stay here tonight right?"

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#I would love to give them flowers honestly like they're all baby girls and deserve them #om! mc enzo content #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me fluff #obey me fic #obey me drabble #obey me oneshot #obey me reader #obey me reader insert #obey me gn!reader #obey me humor #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Flowers Characters featured: Gaara (Naruto), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @silenceofthecookies [a/n]: soft Gaara? soft Gaara.

Gaara is a busy man. You knew when you got together with him, and it hadn’t really changed. He takes his job as a kage very seriously, and you admire all the hard work he puts in. But sometimes you wished that you could get a little more attention from him, that you could spend just a little more time together. 

But you never brought it up, because you knew how hard he tried, and you knew how much he loved you. You couldn’t get your selfish wish past your lips, because you loved him so much and you knew he’d bend over backwards to give you what you wanted, only to chip away at himself even more in the process. And that was the last thing you wanted. 

So you tried to help out instead. You brought meals to his office, sat with him on late nights, even if it was just reading a book on a couch nearby. You helped wherever you could with the paperwork -although that took quite a lot of convincing-. You made sure the house was always a home for him to be happy to come home to. And you never even mentioned your extra efforts once. 

But they didn’t go unnoticed. One day you come home from grocery shopping to find a huge bouquet waiting for you at the dinner table. Your initial worry -who got inside the house? Gaara is working- makes way for all warm fuzzy feeling when you notice the redhead sitting on the couch, smiling, waiting for you to come home. 

“Gaara, I thought you were wo-” He interrupts gently, taking you by your hands and pulling you closer to him. “Not today. You have been doing so much to ease my burdens, and never once asked anything in return. So please, allow me to properly thank you today.”

#gaara x reader #naruto #naruto gaara x reader #sabaku no gaara #sabaku no gaara x reader #naruto imagine #reader insert #queeu #flowers #summer #fluff #romance #quiet #short writing d #drabble #2nd person POV #gn reader

[maddietries]

I’m home!

hello this is my first head cannon thingy so please be nice💕

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

Character: K!Bakugou Warnings: slight suggestive comments at the end

Genre:fluff like tooth rotting fluff

Dad!Bakugou who just wants to go home to his little girl and his beautiful wife

Dad!Bakugou who yells “Honey I’m home!” Just to see his girls as soon as possible

Dad!Bakugou Who picks his little girl up and gives you a ton of kisses

Dad!Bakugou who ask his toddler to help him cook (she’s just taste testing things)

Dad!Bakugou who hand feeds his little girl at dinner, and oh if she doesn’t like it he’s up making her favorite food

Dad!Bakugou who is watches her favorite show with her while she’s playing but also while cuddling you.

Dad!Bakugou who reads her a story and cuddles her until she falls asleep

Dad!Bakugou who comes into your shared room plops on top of you and says “we should make another one, and maybe a few after that”

#-picking flowers 💐 #maddietries #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #dad!bakugou #bakugou x reader fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #first fic #bakugou x fem!reader

[sleepy-gee]

thinking about coryo who's lowkey a nerd about floriography (the language of flowers). the boy has a secret love of all things floral, and takes a class at the academy for designing arrangements (for the art credit, he says).

thinking about coryo, who in the early stages of your relationship, would give you every arrangement he made in the class, and give a brief explanation about the flowers and greenery he used, as long as the methods that went into it.

thinking about coryo, who wanted to be a florist when he was younger- a dream he'd never admit to anyone, not even tigris.

thinking about coryo and flowers <3

#guess who has a new hyperfixation. lol. #trying so hard to remember who the real enemy is #sorry finnick #the hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #flowers #floral #drabble #headcanon s