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lemoncherrypop · 4 years

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To Build A Home

deatheater!seungcheol x gryffindorprincess!reader

notes: i’ve been creating a harrypotter au with seventeen in my head for the longest time, and i thought i’d finally sit down and write it out. warnings: this will get dark and heavy. there will be character deaths, and lots and lots of angst. i will write out specific warnings before every chapter. thanks to my beta @minigum for always listening to me rant about seventeen 🖤 my most precious girl, i love you 🖤 length: 1.8k

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Chapter One

Run.

Run until your lungs collapse. Run until your legs break in half. Run until your body bleeds dry.

And even then, you must run.

They were coming for you. The castle was under attack, and the place you’ve called home for the past seven years was on fire. With the roaring flames behind you, you wept as you ran away from Hogwarts. Ignoring the burning glow on your back, you gripped tightly onto your wand.

There were two of them trailing right behind you. You cursed under your breath, the anonymity of the Death Eaters who hid behind their masks striking more fear in you than you’d like to admit.

“Stupefy!” You blasted right behind you, sparing yourself the tiniest of glimpses for the chance of a decent shot.

You hear a violent thud, and grin, knowing that you managed to knock down one of them. Good.

“Goodbye, Cicero!” The remaining Death Eater jumped over his fallen comrade with glee, almost skipping with delight as he chased you away from Hogwarts.

Cicero. You've seen that name before. His name was one of many who had gone to Azkaban for torturing over a dozen muggles right at the center of King’s Cross. If a wizard was unhinged enough to use dark magic in one of the most crowded muggle places, who knew what he would’ve done to you? You thank your lucky stars that you had gotten him before he reached you.

“Keep running, mudblood!” He screamed, sending another red light your way. “I’ll catch you! I’ll catch every last one of you!”

You shouted protego over and over again, the shield procuring itself to deflect all the fired spells. It was easier to defend yourself than to attack when you could only face forward to escape. But endless hexes were being shot your way, left and right, and your shielding charm could only protect you for so long. You needed to reach the portkey. Fast.

Running alone, and fighting off a crazed Death Eater, you thought of your best friend. You desperately wanted to find her. You wanted to make sure she was safe, but you knew you couldn’t do anything. At the moment, the only person you could worry about was yourself. After all, you made a promise to her, and you intended to keep it.

“Your port key is an old silver necklace, okay? It’s an old rusty thing, but it’ll be hanging on that tree you crashed into during our third year.” Jean, your best friend since year one pulled you into a hidden alcove. Her words were spilling out of her lips in a harsh whisper. “At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the big sycamore tree split in half, that’s where your necklace is.”

“What are you talking about?” Your stomach drops. “What portkey? Where am I going?”

“I can’t tell you, but you can’t stay here,” she shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. “Just trust me, please. Remember this, tomorrow night, after midnight, you need to run. You remember, don’t you? That tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest?”

You try to swallow down your rising panic, nodding fervently, “I do, but—”

“No questions!” She cuts you off, her tears escaping down her cheeks. “I’m doing this for you! Can you do this for me?”

“Am I— am I leaving?”

“Yes.”

You let out a shuddering breath. You knew the war was coming. The school hasn’t been the same since it started a month ago, but you didn’t think battle would come so soon. At Hogwarts no less.

“What about you?” You grab her hands, dread sinking into your heavy heart. “You’re a muggle-born too! It’s not safe for either of us.”

“I’m running as well. It’ll be you and me.” Jean tries her best to smile. “But I will have a different portkey. We have to leave separately, it’ll be safer for us that way.”

“Where is your portkey then?”

“I can’t tell you, I want you to only focus on yours,” Jean says. “Remember, the necklace hanging on the tree at the edge of the forest. Don’t forget it.”

You echo her words, repeating her instructions like a mantra. Jean quickly wipes her tears away and hugs you.

“This won’t be goodbye,” she says.

“I’ll see you again,” you promise her, lifting your pinky finger.

Jean brings up her own pinky, intertwining it with yours for only a few short seconds, and briskly walks away to leave you in your own tears.

The run to the Forbidden Forest was an excruciatingly long one. You’ve managed to go past the Whomping Willow successfully, and your legs were burning just as much as your lungs. With a quick twist of your wrist, you send a hex behind you, but it barely skims the Death Eater on the arm. The hex only encouraged the mad man even more, and his cackles grew increasingly louder, continuing his frenzied run after you with no sign of exhaustion.

Blood was pumping in your ears, and the deranged laughter of the killer behind you nearly echoed in the open fields. Red flashes streaked by you, and a few of them had scraped your neck and your arms, the skin tearing open in a painful sizzle. But despite all the open wounds on your body, all you could feel was the urgency to find the necklace, and the will to stay alive. The pain would come later.

“Expulso!” You blast and narrowly miss the Death Eater, clumps of dirt flying into the air as it hits the ground behind him. His smile only grows wider, running with undisturbed blitheness as he gains in on you by the seconds.

Perhaps the fact that he was getting closer to you was distracting him. The Death Eater stopped shooting spells at you entirely, only calling out mudblood, mudblood as if it were a song. He sounded too delighted at the thought of capturing you alive that his wand was simply waving about in his hand and nothing else.

Up ahead, you could finally see the Groundskeeper’s Cabin. It was right behind there where the sycamore tree would be, holding onto the precious portkey that would whisk you away from death’s grip.

Keeping your eyes focused on the path in front of you, you muster up every last remaining bit of your energy and ran. Faster than you had before, you bolted towards your portkey at almost an inhumane speed, the adrenaline was coursing throughout your body.

You jump past the small pile of chopped wood next to the hut, making a beeline straight to your destined tree.

It was right there, right in front of you.

“Come now, mudblood!” The Death Eater called after you. “I have plans to play with you!”

The moon was bright tonight, and you could see the necklace. The metal sheened even through the rust, and you dashed towards it.

“Master said I could take my time with you,” he cackled. “Said I could do anything I wanted!”

Closer, and closer. You could almost feel his claws scratching the back of your neck.

“I could round you up with all my other little toys!”

You reached your hand out, fingers stretched out desperately to the dangling chain.

“The other boy cried out so delightfully—”

The air twisted around you violently, whisking you away from the Death Eater’s grasp and out of his wickedness.

The portkey dropped you on a hill surrounded by cornflowers and verbenas. It was storming, and the clouds weighed heavy in the sky, darkening the land below it.

With a sob, you fall to your knees and hug yourself. Burying your face into your hands, you tremble from both the cold and the waning fear with your brush with death itself. You had escaped your home successfully. You had made it out alive. But you were alone.

Lifting your head, you couldn’t see much. Everything was so dark, both the rain and your tears blurring your vision. After much effort, you pulled yourself back up to your feet and looked around. There was a house ahead of you, and you slowly walked towards it. It was absolutely decrepit, the roof was broken in, every window was shattered, and the front door was hanging by a single bolt. No one could ever live in a house like that.

You wept even more, feeling more lost and helpless than ever. What plans did Jean have for you? And why did she send you to a broken-down house in the middle of nowhere?

“Over here.” You hear a voice, and your eyes snap up towards the source.

It was Mingyu, your tall Slytherin classmate and also Jean’s boyfriend. You knew him, you could trust him. Mingyu was standing just a few meters away from you. “Come follow me,” he said, beckoning towards you. “The house is this way.”

“Lumos,” you muttered, lighting up the muddy flowers in front of you. You trudge forward, your calfskin boots get caked with dirt, and a heavy ache begins settling deep into every muscle of your body.

There were no greetings when you reached him. He only nodded somberly and walked ahead, towards the crumbling home. You walk only for a moment before he stops in front of you.

Mingyu reaches for your hand. “You need me to go through the wards.” and he walks forward.

The air rippled around you, and you could immediately feel a warmth radiating from the house in front of you. Before you stood not a house in ruin, but a beautiful old stone cottage. Slabs of rocks were cemented together to form chimneys that go high up towards the sky, arched windows with intricate designs adorned every wall, and a lovely flower bed that was currently getting overwatered by the storm was lined up on all sides of the cottage.

It was two stories tall, and as you faced the home, you realized that you were looking directly into the cottage.

The stone cottage was, well, mostly made of stone, except for the giant sheet of glass that took up the majority of the front of the home. Chunks of granite were pebbled on all four edges of the glass wall, which seemed to be built for the living room. To the right of the transparent front was a wooden door, and a detailed carving of an anilius snake curved itself into a giant S.

“The others are waiting for you.” Mingyu made his way to the front door, and turned the bronze handle.

“Others?” You hastily wipe your tears and your snot filled nose with your sleeve, and found it to be completely drenched. Mingyu has already made his way inside, and you wipe your face clean to the best of your ability and hurriedly follow in after him.

#seungcheol scenarios #seventeen fic #harry potter au #seventeen x harry potter #seventeen harry potter au #scoups scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seungcheol #scoups

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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like a virgin. (jackie/nicky) — roza

a seven part story where each chapter details a different relationship with jackie based solely on the song correlated to their individual madonna rusical verses.

[ summary ] : nicky is convinced jackie needs to let loose and have some fun after all the years they've spent working together in the fashion industry.

[ verse two: like a virgin ]

[ author's note ] : the second part of this series! I didn't want to skip this verse because I love jackie too much and the song is iconic. I also needed nothing but an excuse to add my favourite and og season 12 pairing into this series!tumblr is @leljaaa and thank you meg for being a wonderful beta!

— *.✧

"Can you pass me that please?"

Nicky turned and nodded, passing Jackie the fabric scissors that were right in front of the French woman's desk. The Persian held up the black tulle fabric and grinned, pulling the blonde next to her body as she began to wrap some of the fabric around her body.

"Is this some kind of intervention?" Nicky laughed gently before Jackie shook her head, marking out her shoulders with a fabric marker before gently pulling off the fabric from her body.

"I'm trying to make you a dress for Friday," the marker still in her mouth as she spoke firmly. The blonde gasped as she sighed, completely forgetting about the stupid movie premiere that Nicky had been invited to while they were back home in Paris.

The fabric was already spread out on the table behind them as Jackie snipped away, occasionally looking at the drawing she had made for a point of reference.

"It will look beautiful as always," Nicky began as her arms snaked around to hug Jackie from behind, holding her waist and letting her head stay buried in the crook of the Persian's neck. "I shouldn't be surprised, that's why you're my favourite assistant and designer."

Jackie had met the French woman two years ago for an internship during her time at design school. The entire goal of it was to simply come and snoop around Nicky's fashion brand, maybe get a word in from the expert herself or learn some new design processes.

Instead what happened was the Canadian dropping out of her school in Toronto and immediately moving to Paris the second Nicky offered her an exclusive job as her personal assistant and designer.

The blonde had been beyond impressed with the designs and worth ethic Jackie had shown her during her short stay in France. She felt it was only necessary to try and keep her as long as possible.

Paid salary and housing included of course.

Despite their personalities almost always contrasting, Jackie quickly became her favourite friend and person.

The two grew close with Jackie's entire job being to design and assist her on every and any matter that came up.

She would see Nicky sob at her desk.

She would get to hear her spill all about her toxic family.

She saw first-hand her dumping her socialite boyfriend in favour of coming out to the French public.

Most importantly: she got to see Nicky beyond the rich, beautiful, dull Parisian facade. Every.wall she had built up from years and years of pressure in the limelight and in the media came crashing down the minute Jackie earned her trust.

"Well it's my job," the Persian finally mumbled under her breath as she looked at the fabric, beginning to write down the shoulder lengths having memorized Nicky's measurements already in her head.

"You hired me to be here with you so the least I can do is make you a fancy dress."

"You're so sweet baby," Nicky hummed as she let go of her waist and gently hopped up on to the marble table, her eyes only watching Jackie cut out fabric and begin to meticulously outline her patterns. "It's a beautiful concept."

One date.

All the hours every day spent together and added up still weren't enough or either of them to gain enough confidence to ask each other out on an actual date. The day Nicky asked she saw the discomfort and anxiety in Jackie's face and immediately dropped the idea, suggesting they instead go wine tasting together.

How French of me. Nicky thought.

There were the occasional shoulder brushes or even the more than occasional, almost constant kisses. Their lips pressed to each other for minutes on end as their hands would interlock before Jackie pushed her away, feeling her stomach churn and fear arise again when they kissed for too long.

She had found out from listening to her talk to her best friend back home in Canada that the fear was more internalized and had nothing to with Nicky's publicity or her status.

"I'm not ready for this ," had become Jackie's most used phrase since she began working side by side with Nicky. They left it alone for a week before the kissing began again and two decided internally that the best thing to do was never bring it up and never act on the feelings any further.

"Your birthday is Friday!"

Jackie chuckled, taking a minute to glance up at Nicky with a soft smile painted across her lips. "It is but I don't need any more parties please," the Persian begged as Nicky groaned the minute she heard the words leave her mouth.

"Nicky no!"

The fashion designer whined like a lost puppy, holding on to her arm for a brief moment before letting her eyes stare into Jackie's, her fingertips gently brushing aside all the loose strands of hair near her ear.

"You're no fun Jacqueline," she teased in a whisper as she drew out her birth name with a huff. The blonde smirked as she grabbed Jackie by her waist and leaned into her lips, "If we celebrated alone and after that stupid movie? Just the two of us?"

The Persian bit her bottom lip, it was beyond difficult to resist any question that came from Nicky's mouth and it was even harder to resist the urge to not kiss her right now, just throw away the project and focus every bit of attention on Nicky.

"If you promise me there won't be anyone else but us then of course I'll spend my day off with you."

"I'm keeping you to it."

— *.✧

The dress was perfect.

It was far too perfect and clean for an event this subdued.

Nicky by far looked the best as she always did. She smiled for every single camera as she felt the flash of the camera's coming constantly from bombardment of paparazzi as she walked down the carpet in her off the shoulder, gathered tulle dress custom made by Jackie, of course.

I just want to be with Jackie…

She stared down at the details of the ruffled chiffon hem that lined the entire dress as her mind was only focusing on thoughts about Jackie and how awful she felt knowing she deserved to finally give one day of full attention to the Persian girl.

Especially on her birthday.

I could just skip this event entirely… no one would dare to even stop me.

The minute she walked down the carpet she took a steep turn to the right, trying to run as fast as she could with heels on as well as an entire train of fabric piled behind her.

Somehow she made it through to the parking lot without even so much as a stare in her direction, managing to make it into her car as she thanked her personal driver. She typed out Jackie's address for him to see as she mentioned that she had to stop at a flower shop.

Red roses. Only red roses.

There were an assortment of looks as she approached the door, a few teenagers crowded around her and begged for photos which Nicky couldn't possibly refuse before she stepped in the small flower shop and begged for as many red roses as possible.

The total only came out to about thirty euros but Nicky only had a two hundred euro bill.

She shrugged as she handed it over, the owner at first refused to take her money but the French woman truly had no time to waste arguing about money she had to waste so she threw the bill in the small tip jar and said goodbye.

Racing outside once again, she found the car parked just a few steps away from the shop as she hopped in and could officially relax against the car's leather seats.

Ten minutes and Nicky was dropped outside of the familiar apartment as she took the dozens upon dozens of red roses in her hand. She managed to enter the pin before sighing heavily.

Nicky realized that going to Jackie's complex with a bundle of red roses in one hand and a flowing, tulle dress probably wasn't a smart idea when you had to walk up three flights of stairs.

She threw her heels off as she began to power walk her way up the steps with a determination to make it to Jackie's cute apartment and surprise her with an abundance of roses.

She buzzed the brass doorbell in front of her as she wiped off the sweat that built in her forehead, immediately smiling seeing Jackie both impressed and confused at the same time.

Nicky was pulled inside as Jackie turned up the fans, clearly seeing that the French woman had either run her entire way here or frantically ran up the steps.

"Are these for me?"

The Persian breathless as Nicky nodded, handing over the entire massive bouquet with a wink as she explained that she researched and found that Iran's national flower was the red rose.

"Nicky," she muttered breathless as Nicky kissed her hands with a smile, Jackie placing the flowers on her kitchen counter as she took the French woman in her arms. The two of them swung side to side as the radio blasted throughout the living room and kitchen area.

"I'm significantly underdressed," she whispered against her skin as Nicky giggled happy to simply be in the dress, admitting that she skipped the event and just ran off after the carpet and photography was finished.

"You skipped the event for me?"

"Of course I did Jackie," the blonde grinned ear to ear seeing the flush across the Persian's cheeks growing darker and darker.

"Was my dress that ugly?" She joked before Nicky cackled, snorting for a brief moment as she buried her head once more in the crook of her neck with a deep sigh.

"It was beautiful, it's one of my favourite dresses I've ever worn and I will absolutely wear it again."

"What an honour."

The two of them sat on her couch, eating bundles of Tiramisu and drinking far too much white wine for their own good as they ended up an hour later just a bit tipsy with their hands interwoven.

"Happy birthday my love," Nicky whispered as her hand softly slid down Jackie's cheek. The blonde pressed a kiss to her forehead as the Persian gnawed at the inside of her cheeks before admitting that she got the only birthday present she wanted.

"Really? Did someone actually do something better than my roses?"

Jackie snickered, rolling her eyes as she ran her fingers through Nicky's hair with a smile admitting that the only thing she truly wished for was to have the French woman near her.

"I'm near you all the time, we work together," she laughed quietly before she saw the blush forming across Jackie's cheeks.

"I need you Nicky."

The blonde blinked confused for a solid ten seconds before feeling Jackie tighten the grip of their hands as she noticed the Persian nodding at her last comment.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh," She repeated with a wide smile forming across her lips, Jackie was undeniably trying to come through with the offer without saying the actual words.

"You want to have sex with me?"

Nicky laughed aloud seeing the Persian groan the minute she said the sentence, the blonde lifting her chin with her fingertips. "I want you as well Jackie," she whispered as she winked at the Persian who leaned into her lips with a worried breath.

"I am always ready when you would like to," Nicky muttered against her lips as they seperated, Jackie standing up as she held out a hand for the French woman to take.

She did.

There was no use shutting her door but Jackie thought it was intimate and it clearly served a good use as Nicky almost immediately pinned her up against her own bedroom with a chuckle seeing the Persian yelp.

Their lips pressed against one another as the blonde kept her hand's above Jackie's head, the two of them interlocking fingers as Nicky pressed her lips against her neck hearing the Persian immediately start to get anxious.

"You okay?" The question was genuine and soft as the Persian nodded, embarrassed to admit that she'd just had never done any of this before with a woman.

She felt Jackie's heart beat as if it was her very first time, which with a woman it certainly was.

"We don't have to if you're uncomfortable you know, I love kissing you just as much."

"I want to, I promise," Jackie gently managed to choke out as she left a kiss on her shoulder, the dark red lipstick she had on still lingering and leaving a small print on her bare skin.

There was nothing but silence as her hand gently slipped under the fabric, both of them watching Nicky's dress fall to the floor swiftly as she immediately kicked it across to the other side of the bedroom.

"Beautiful dress," Jackie teased with a chuckle as she saw Nicky kick her custom dress across like it was nothing. The Parisian scoffed, melting into another kiss as she admitted that the dress was not currently needed.

"I'll be yours till the end of time," she hummed feeling nothing but their hearts beating in sync with one another as they laid across the bed.

"Take me away."

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #nicky doll #jackie x nicky #lesbian au #fashion au #madonna verse series #roza #s12

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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A Broken Fairytale - Three

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize.

Warnings: Slow Burn, Fluffy friendly shiz,

Word Count: 4.5K (Big boy)

A/N: Idk man. Sorry this took forever. Plz don’t let it flop

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“You’re sure you don’t need me to go with you?” Wanda asks for the millionth time.

“I’ll be fine, Wanda. Besides, I’ve never gotten to explore the village. I’ll meet you at Uncle Ben’s bakery by mid-day,” you promise. She sighs but lets you go off on your own, watching as you walk in the direction of the blacksmith.

You find yourself entranced by the light atmosphere the morning village market has to offer. The sun is shining brightly over the trees and lighting up the small shops and houses.

It takes you no time at all to find the blacksmith. He’s stoking a fire as you knock on the wooden beam in the doorway.

He looks up and you’re taken aback by his godly looks. He’s tall and very muscular, with blue eyes and long blond hair. “Good morning. How may I help you?” He asks, his voice heavily accented.

“My name is (Y/n). I have a... a locket and I was wondering if you... I was hoping you could possibly tell me where it’s from.” You take off the necklace carefully and hold it in your open palm. He wipes his hands off on his pants and walks towards you, his huge frame towering over your smaller one.

He carefully picks up the locket, frowning slightly as he inspects it.

He quickly drops it back into your hand and rubs his palms on his pants once again.

“Enchanted Silver. From overseas, I’d say. Although, Corona often trades for substances like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if that's where it’s from. I suggest you go to the bookshop. That’s where my brother spends his time. Loki will be able to tell you where the enchainment was placed upon the locket.”

You smile and thank Thor before practically running in the direction of the bookshop.

You push the oak door open and smile at the older man.

“Are you Mr. Banner?” You ask softly. “Y-yes. How may I help you?” You hold out your locket to him, displaying the carvings on the back. “I was told to come to you to see what language this is.”

He puts his spectacles on and looks at the necklace. “It looks Aramaic. Is your locket from Corona by chance? Because that’s the only kingdom within a weeks travel that speaks Aramaic.”

You sigh and look at the short, kind man.

“I don’t know.”

You’re quiet for a moment before snapping your fingers. “Oh! Do you know where I can find Loki?” Mr. Banner chuckles and glances to the back of the bookshop. “Thank you,” you whisper while walking towards the area he pointed to.

Your footsteps are soft as you approach a figure sitting stiffly on a wooden chair, his hair black and his eyes a striking blue against his pale skin. “A-are you Loki?” You ask quietly.

His eyes snap to your face a smile spreads on his thin lips. “Yes. And just who might you be?” He asks while rising from the chair. “I’m (Y/n). I was told you could help me find out where a spell is from.” He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes and licks his lips.

“Where is the enchanted object?” You show him your necklace and watch as his eyes widen. “A strong spell. Placed by a powerful enchantress. You wish to know where it is from?” You nod your head yes, watching in awe as a green hue engulfs the piece of jewelry in your hand.

“The spell was cast by an enchantress who lives by a stream in the forests beyond Corona. The spell itself was cast in Corona. My, my, you’ve travelled a long way, haven't you?”

You frown at his question, “I’m not sure. Lady Griffon adopted me as an infant.” He shakes his head at the name. “I’m so very sorry you had to endure such things.” You wave off his apology.

“Thank you, Loki, for all your help.” He kisses your hand then sits back down. “Anything for a maiden as fair and as kind as you.” You find yourself smiling as you leave the bookshop, a bounce in your step and a new found light in your eyes while you walk towards Uncle Ben’s bakery.

“(Y/n)! You’re just in time! Uncle Ben’s got us each a dessert fresh from the oven! You’ve gotta try the banana bread!” Peter exclaims. You smile at his enthusiasm. “Alright.” You make your way over to the counter beside Wanda and smile brightly at the older man working in the kitchen.

“Ah! You must be (Y/n). It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” You nod, “and you! I’ve heard nothing but the absolute best things about you and your baking.” He looks down bashfully, a faint pink dusting over his cheeks as he grabs a tray filled with different breads, pies, and tarts. “What did Thor and Mr. Banner have to say?” May asks from Wanda’s other side.

“The metal is silver from overseas, however, it is enchanted and from Corona. The text is Aramaic and the spell was cast by an enchantress who lives in a forest just beyond Corona,” you explain, knowing that everyone in the small shop is listening. By now, almost all of the Palace help know of the burning necklace on the new girl.

“Well, I say learn Aramaic. It’s a beautiful language and may help you to find out more about Corona and where you might be from,” Ben says while bagging the treats.

“I suppose I could gather a book or two from Mr. Banner on our way back to the Palace,” you murmur.

“Wait a minute,” Wanda begins, her eyes wide. “you can read?!” You find yourself giggling. “Yes, I can. I had to know the difference between chemicals and how to properly use them and how to read a recipe. And then I found the books in the Manor library and… fell in love I guess.” You shrug, not seeing the big deal.

“Well, Queen Winifred allows us full access to the Palace library whenever we’d like a book, so long as we return them in pristine condition. I’m positive there will be some on Corona and the Aramaic language,” May says happily, her eyes on her husband as he hands out the bags of treats.

“Speaking the Palace, we should get going. We’re due back soon,” Peter says sadly, hugging his uncle tightly. “C’mon. We’ll come back to visit soon,” May consoles, rubbing his back gently. “I’m going to start walking. Would anyone care to join me?” Wanda asks after bidding Ben goodbye and thanking him once again for the treats.

“I’ll join you. It was lovely to meet you, Ben. Thank you so very much for the bread.” He waves goodbye as you walk out with Wanda, Pietro and Sam not far behind.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” Wanda says softly. “It is. Where are we headed now?” Sam asks. You furrow your brows, “I thought we needed to head back to the Palace?”

Sam winks at you. “We’re adults. We’re allowed to stay out until sundown. I promise we won’t get you in trouble with the Queen or King.” You giggle as he takes your hand. “I saw a flower cart down the road. Could we perhaps go there?” Wanda asks. Pietro takes your other hand, squishing between you and his sister and starts pulling you towards the flower cart.

The two men stand with you and Wanda as the two of you pick out a dozen flowers.

A little pouch of something catches your eye and you pick it up. “What’s this?” Pietro asks from over your shoulder. “I’m not sure,” you reply.

“Herb leaves,” A voice says. You jump and look up, smiling at the greying woman. “I’d like these flowers and the herbs, please.” You point out the flowers you want and she smiles kindly.

“Of course. That’ll be three shillings.” You grab the money from your satchel, your eyes finding a little girl behind the woman.

“Oh, this is my granddaughter,” she says proudly. “What is her name?” You ask while handing over the money. “Annalise.” You beckon the young girl over towards you.

“Here, Annalise. Buy yourself something nice today,” you say while pressing a few coins into her small hand. Her eyes widen drastically. “Oh no, miss! I-I couldn’t… I mustn’t accept this.”

You back up as she tries to give the money back to you. “It’s yours now. I don’t need it anyway.” She looks up at her grandmother with hopeful eyes. “Please, accept it. Buy yourselves something.”

The older woman smiles, “bless your heart, miss.” You offer her one last smile before turning and walking away with the knights and Wanda.

“That was so kind of you,” Sam says. You smile somewhat sadly at him. “I know it would’ve made my day back when I was a child. Judging based on her clothing, her grandmother doesn’t make much money.” Pietro links arms with you and his sister again. “Well, you made their day. Is there anything we can do to make yours?” You giggle as Sam takes your other arm.

“Nothing comes to mind. My day is already going very well. Perhaps you could show me to the library?” Wanda nods and starts skipping, forcing the rest of you to skip along with her. You laugh as both Sam and Pietro stumble around, having no idea how to grasp the movements.

“You go. I’ll be fine,” you insist as Wanda decides between going upstairs to take a bath, or coming into the Palace library with you. “I won’t be long. And then I’ll be here with you, okay?” You roll your eyes playfully but nod nonetheless, knowing she won’t let it go. “Alright. I’ll see you soon.” You nod and wait until she’s down the hallway before pushing open the door to the library. The breath leaves you as you see how huge the room truly is.

There are rows upon rows of bookshelves stacked full of thick books and carefully rolled scrolls.

You walk around slowly, in absolute awe of all the books. “Are you lost?” A squeak leaves your lips and you spin around to face the person, one hand on your heart.

“Goodness! Um… no, I’m not lost.” The blond smiles apologetically, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Is there anything I can help you find?” You take a deep breath then nod. “Do you know where I could find the books on Corona and the Aramaic language?” His eyebrows raise. “Um, I truly don’t mean to be rude… but can you really read? Are those books for you?” You smile gently, understanding his confusion. “Yes, they’re for me. Do you know where they are?” He nods, evidently impressed.

“Yeah, follow me.” He starts walking deeper into the library, you following close behind him. “You’re (Y/n), correct? From… from the Griffon Manor?” You sigh, “yes. However, Lady Griffon would prefer if I specified that I am not her child. She brought me in.” He frowns and looks over at you. “(Y/n)… I’ve… there have been rumours that Lady Griffon mistreated her youngest… her adopted daughter. If this is true… you can tell me.”

You ponder this for a moment as Steve stops walking. “Lady Griffon did give me lashings more than she did her daughters. She didn’t want me to step out of line. Because I’m not related by blood she wanted me to act as any youngest sibling would, but with a bit more work to remind me that I am not to assume I can ever be more than the sisters who came before me.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes, Steve mulling over your words while finding the books you asked for.

“Here. These are someone the more basic books on general information about Corona and beginner Aramaic. You can find other books like these over here. If you ever find yourself with nothing to do, the library is always open to you. Often, I’ll be in here drawing or reading. Don’t be afraid to ask me anything.” You smile up at him, “thank you, your highness.” He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head at you. “Please, (Y/n). Call me Steve.” You nod, “thank you, Steve.” He bows his head playfully and walks with you towards a little table.

You sit down across from him and open the book on Corona, eager to learn about where you might be from.

~*~

Steve watches as you read, fairly surprised by how fast you read and the fact that you actually can read.

After a moment more of watching you, Steve flips to a blank page in his sketchbook, grabs his charcoal, and starts to draw you.

You remain oblivious to his eyes on you, far too engrossed in what you’re learning.

He manages to sketch your face, catching almost every detail, before being interrupted.

The library door opens and Wanda rushes in. “(Y/n)! I’m so so sorry it took so long!” She exclaims in a whisper, freezing as she sees who sits across from you.

“Prince Steve,” she says while bowing. Steve chuckles softly, “there’s really no need for that, Wanda.” She smiles and looks back over at you. “Pietro and I are going to be going to Sam’s chambers at half-passed-eight tonight. You should join us. We eat snacks, tell stories, and sometimes,” she lowers her voice, “we try our hand at gambling.”

Steve can’t help but laugh quietly, not looking up from his sketchbook. “Sam was telling me about how he lost ten shillings to your quick-handed brother. I regret not being there to see it.” You and Wanda giggle. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened again tonight.” Steve nods with a smile, focusing intently on his drawing.

“I’d better get going to prepare some things for tonight and tomorrow morning. Will you be alright here or would you like to accompany me?” You glance at Steve then back to Wanda. “I think I’ll stay here and read for a while longer.” She nods then bids farewell to both you and Steve.

It’s quiet for about half an hour until Steve speaks. “Are you planning on joining them tonight?” His voice is soft, pulling you gingerly from your book. “Yes, I believe so. I’d like to get to know everyone a bit better.” He smiles at this. “We’re like a very large family here. I think you’ll fit in quite well.” You smile shyly, “thank you. May I… may I ask you some questions? About Corona? I understand that’s where you’ve been this past little while?” He sees down his sketchbook and nods, waiting for you to ask whatever questions you may have.

“What… what’s it like?” He sighs and scratches the nape of his neck. “With each passing year, it grows colder and bleaker. It was once bright and filled with song and dance, a festival every week. But now the streets are empty. The people starving and freezing. It’s poverty-stricken ever since the princess disappeared.” You raise your eyebrows curiously. “Oh yes, the long-lost princess of Corona. She hardly had a name before she was taken. Only a few days after her birth. The kingdom mourns and grows more helpless with each passing day. They miss her. Especially as her birthday nears.”

Something doesn’t sit well within you at this new information.

“How old would she be turning? She must be very young.” He sighs deeply, “it’s nearly her nineteenth birthday. King George has already started planning an attack for her twentieth birthday if she hasn’t shown up by then.” You’re shocked at this. “He’d go to war if the Princess isn’t found by her twentieth birthday? Why?” Steve sighs again. “Because an agreement was made the day she was born. She’d marry Bucky… er… Prince James exactly one week after her twentieth birthday. The kingdoms would be united as one under the Accadian name. We’ve provided for Corona for years, and they’ve given nothing back.” You nod slowly, pondering his words.

“So if the Princess doesn’t marry Prince James to unite the kingdoms, King George will take Corona by force?” The prince across from you chuckles with little humour. “It seems that way, yes. May I ask why Corona interests you so much?” You giggle nervously, “of course you may. You’re the Prince, after all. Today while I was in the village market, I inquired about this.” You gently touch the cool metal around your neck. “Thor, the blacksmith, believes it to be from Corona and his brother Loki this it was enchanted by someone in Corona as well. I can’t help but wonder if that’s where I’m from.” Steve’s heart breaks a bit at the longing in your voice. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out. I only hope it’s before the war.” You nod your agreement, eyes focused on the corner of the wooden table as you think about everything.

“Miss (Y/n)?” You look up, gasp, then scramble out of your chair to bow for the Queen and her sister-in-law. “Y-your majesty.” She waves away your words. “Oh none of that. I wanted to come to see how you’re faring.” You hesitantly stand up, your eyes trained on the floor.

“G-good your highness.”

She smiles then looks toward her nephew. “Drawing again Steve?” She walks over to him, Lady Sara following a step behind. “Yes. As I sat here with (Y/n) I found some inspiration.” The Queen smiles at you, her gaze dropping to the books on the table in front of your spot.

“Corona? What about it interests you, child?” She asks gently.

You fidget nervously. “I... I’ve had this locket for as long as I can remember. Thor, the blacksmith, believes it to be from Corona. I’d hoped to learn as much as possible about that Kingdom. Perhaps it’ll help me to know if it is where I’m from. I meant no harm.” Lady Sara raises her eyebrows at this then nods. “No harm has been done. We wish you the best of luck on your research. I’m glad you’re liking it here.” You bow to the women as they leave the library, your heart hammering in your chest.

You sit back down after a moment, staring off into space, and Steve flips to a clean page and starts sketching his new favourite model.

“We should be going now, I suppose,” Steve says after what feels like only minutes. Your eyes flash to the windows and you gasp as you see the setting sun. “Goodness. The time just flew, didn’t it?” Steve chuckles as you start piling up your books. Carefully picking them up, you walk with Steve to the door.

Right as you’re thanking him and stepping through the doorway, a hard wall of muscle slams into you, sending you falling to the floor, your books landing on top of you.

“I’m so sorry!” You wince and push yourself up into a seated position, gasping as you see who you’ve run into. “Oh no, it’s my fault! I’m very very sorry, your highness.” You stand up and start picking up the books, dropping them again as your left wrist aches.

“Are you alright?” Both of the Princes ask. You force a smile, “yes. Of course.” You got to grab a book and squeeze your eyes shut as your wrist burns with pain. “What is it?” Steve asks in concern, he and his cousin both taking a step towards you. “I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about. Just a small pain.” Prince James reaches for the wrist you’re cradling to your chest, smiling reassuringly at you when you hesitate. He takes your wrist in his large hands and you jump at the warmth of his skin against yours. “It looks like a sprain. But I’d like to accompany you to the medical room to get it looked at.” Your mouth drops open and he chuckles and stoops down, swiftly picking up your books.

“Oh no, your highness! I can take those.” You reach for them only for him to pull away. “Nope. And you don’t have to continue calling me ‘your highness’.” The words leave his mouth before he’s fully understanding them himself. He’s never corrected anyone but his friends. So why then, he wonders, is he allowing some strange servant girl to call him anything but his royal titles?

You bite your bottom lip as he motions for you to follow him, leaving Steve behind at the library.

“So... (Y/n). What gives you the inspiration to attempt at these books?” You blow a breath out through your nose and answer automatically, “probably the fact that the material is interesting and I understand it well. It’s no challenge to read them. I’ve been reading since I was very young.” He looks taken aback but you continue speaking.

“I want to learn more about Corona. It’s where a few people believe I may be from.” You don’t notice it, but his steps falter just a bit. “I see. What brought you to the palace to work?” He hasn’t the slightest idea as to why he’s asking you these questions, especially because he knows the answer to some of them.

“My... stepmother sold me for one hundred shillings. I never thought I’d ever set foot in the Palace before I arrived.” He nods, your words making him rethink any negative assumptions he had of you. “You lived at the Griffon Manor all your life, correct?” You nod your head yes,” Lady Griffon found me as a baby and brought me in as her own child. She saved my life.”

He furrows his brows but drops the subject, opting instead to walk in silence.

His eyes find their way to your face more times than he’d like to admit during the short walk, but he can’t help it. You’re so much more beautiful than he originally thought.

“(Y/n)! So glad you could join us!” Sam says as you and Steve walk through the door to his room. “Thank you for inviting me.”

Peter, Pietro, and Wanda are playing some kind of board game while Sam’s drinking something from a small flask. There’s a redhead next to him and a blond man beside her. “(Y/n) meet Lady Natasha and Sir Barton.” The woman shoves Sam’s shoulder and you jump slightly. “I’m Nat and this is Clint. None of that fancy stuff, please.” You take note of that and hesitantly take a seat next to Sam.

“So (Y/n). What happened to your arm?” You glance down at the fabric wrap keeping your wrist stabilized. “I ran into Prince James and fell on it. It should be healed within a few days.” He nods and Nat snorts. “Of course that huge man knocked you over. He’s the size of a bear!” You widen your eyes at the disrespect.

“Don’t let her attitude scare you off. She’s got a soft spot for that ‘bear’,” Clint says. You smile at him and watch as Steve plucks the flask from Sam and takes a swig. He catches you watching and holds the flask out to you. “Oh no. I mustn’t!” Nat groans and shoves the flask into your hand. “Drink. You’ll feel good, I promise.” You eye her suspiciously but take a sip, coughing as the liquid burns your throat. “There we go!” You offer a disgusted smile to her and she laughs.

“Hey, Sam! Play something on that baby violin of yours. I hear the King is planning a fabulous masquerade ball for the Queen’s birthday,” Nat says while pulling Clint to his feet. “Dance with me, arrow guy.” You giggle as the man rolls his eyes.

Sam grabs the small instrument and begins playing an airy serenade, to which the two people start dancing to.

You watch, absolutely entranced by their movements and the music. “Do you enjoy dancing?” Steve voice suddenly asks from beside you. “I… I’ve never danced,” you admit timidly. His Jaw drops. “Well we can't have that, now can we?” He grabs your good hand and pulls you up to stand. ”This is a basic waltz. Put this hand onto my shoulder and I’m gonna hold this hand up here. Now, I’m gonna lead and you’re gonna follow, okay?” You nod, your heart fluttering at the fact that a prince is teaching you how to dance.

“Okay, now we’re gonna start moving. Back, two, three. Side, two, three. Back, two, three. Outside, two, three. Spin, two, three.”

You and Steve dance to the music, him guiding you.

You quickly get the hang of it, laughing and giggling as he spins and dips you.

“Look at that (Y/n)! You’re a natural. In fact, you should be my guest at the Queen’s masquerade ball.” You gasp and look up at the prince. “Your Highness! I couldn’t!” He chuckles and spins you again. “I insist. Now you have to go. Prince’s order.” You find yourself giggling again. “Well, if you insist then I suppose I have no choice.” He smiles, “perfect. I’ll give Mary the specifications for your mask and gown first thing in the morning.” You shake your head with a smile. “Prince Steve you’re too kind.” He chuckles and spins you twice.

“A beautiful dame like yourself deserves only the finest things, if only for a single, unforgettable night.”

You look down bashfully as he continues dancing with you. “May I cut in?” Pietro asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Why, of course.” Sam starts playing a second, more ethereal piece as Pietro rests a hand on your waist and takes your other hand in his, leading you in a more intimate dance than the one you shared with Steve.

His chest is flush against yours, his fingers flexing on your waist. “His Highness is right. You truly are a sight.” He spins you in his arms and you laugh softly. “You gentlemen flatter me.” Pietro chuckles. “You’ve already become quite the dancer. Lords, Princes, and Dukes will be lining up to dance with you. I guarantee it.” You wiggle your eyebrows, the alcohol making you bold. “Why, Sir Maximoff. That mouth of yours must make ladies all over the kingdom swoon. It’s a shame it won’t work on me.” Nat and Wanda burst out laughing along with Sam and Clint. Steve chuckles, shaking his head, while Pietro just looks shocked.

You free yourself from his grasp and sit down with Wanda, tired of being on your feet. “Hey )Y/n), you up for a bit of gambling?” Peter asks, smiling brightly up at you.

You simply shrug, smiling back at him. “Sure, why not?”

~*~

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Top 6 Florists Short Stories Of Inspiration

Inspirational Stories From Real Florists

We surveyed florists all over the world and gathered our Top 6 floral inspirational stories. It was not an easy task and we thank everyone who participated. So, with the busy Mother’s Day now over, why not grab yourself a cup of coffee, your favorite snack and take a moment to read these real florists short stories.

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My Grandmother And Her Garden – Tarah

Every summer at Gramma’s house all my life has been full of ‘Purdy Flowers’ – as she pronounces it. Not a single corner of her yard is without a flowerbed and there are always hummingbirds and songbirds from dawn till dusk.

Every summer has always lead up to fair time. Gramma has competed in the local fairs for decades. I must add that Gramma almost always takes home Grand Champion prizes in every department she enters; crochet, canned goods, baked goods, photography, poultry, rabbits, goats, potted plants, vegetables, and my very favorite… cut flowers and floral arrangements! (she competes in the expert division). I just loved going out in the morning the day the flowers had to be entered and searching for the prettiest most uniform blossoms of each variety, cutting them in threes (for the holy trinity she said) and filling her kitchen with every kind of flower you could imagine surviving in Montana.

We filled jars and cups by the dozens with special cut flower elixir she made with soda pop, picked the best of every category for the cut flower division and prepared them for fair. Then the fun part, bouquet making! All of the flowers left that had been cut that morning (Gramma calls them the ‘reject flowers’) went into our bouquets, we got to use the pretty little vases she keeps in her curio cabinet for these.

Every year Gramma would set aside a beautiful old Victorian boot shaped porcelain vase, I’d always make a monochromatic arrangement with it in pink just specifically so I can put her chenille flowers into cascade down the side of the boot. One of Gramma’s favorite flowers is a petunia so there are always plenty in any pink or purple, double or single. We’d always make an ‘arrangement in white’ in her milk glass and hobnob vases, a great place for lots and lots of her adorable feverfew flowers! We had so much fun making our little bouquets, it’s always a day full of laughter! By far my fondest summer memories are during fair time with Gramma; spending the day playing with flowers and eating the ‘reject cookies’ that didn’t make the cut for fair.

She is my hero, my favorite person in the whole world, such an inspiration in every way in every part of my life. My little shop features many of her handcrafted treasures from her crochet work and beaded jewelry to her fresh baked goodies, and her canned jams and pickles (everyone loves these pickles!)

The biggest drawback to my shop ironically is that for the last handful of years since I opened I haven’t been out at my Gramma’s making bouquets in her kitchen for the fair…. So, I want to thank you for you’re putting this survey in your newsletter. I needed to remember why I wanted a shop in the first place, who’s garden started this. I think I’ll make a bouquet and take it to my Gramma’s and get our fair schedule set for this summer.

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Designers Choice – Harlins Renaissance -Shinese Harlins, Owner

I started my business at the moment in my life where a choice had to be made. I was laid off from a job. No money, no choices – so I took my savings and went to Phil Rulloda Floral University and received my floral certificate.

It was the best decision I’ve ever made. Being a florist allow me to use my creativity side. There is no color line – just balance, and harmony. I love when a customer loves the outcome. They come back. And when they say “designers choice”, my heart skips a beat!

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Flowers Touch Lives – Val Voigt- Detroit Lakes Floral

A young man calls and would like to know prices on roses. He is going to bring his girlfriend some flowers. He places an order to be picked up. He arrives at the flower shop. He is so excited to bring his girl some beautiful roses.

In two weeks, he calls again and places another order for roses. He arrives at the flower shop. This time I ask him what is the name of this special girl? He smiles from ear to ear and tells me her name and how they met. She loved the first order of roses and now he says she will be very surprised and happy with the second order. He thanks me over and over for our service and says he will be back in two more weeks for some more roses.

That’s why I love the floral business. It touches people’s lives. We meet people and get the privilege of being a part of special events and moments in time.

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My Dream – Cynthia Dearnbarger – Flourish Flowers & Gifts, Old Town, Lewisville, TX

A dream in the making….

Years and years ago, I dreamed of opening a flower shop. I had completely forgotten about that dream, so many other things had taken priority and it was gone. Recently I have begun to dream again. God brought back this specific dream!

I am currently in the process of opening a storefront! The building is under construction and we are currently at our local farmers market, getting our name out to the community! Our hope is to bring life, love, compassion and hope to every person who gets an arrangement, bouquet or gift!

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Love Conquers All – Cheryl Bakin-Parkway Florist

I was hired as an after-school high school helper during my junior year in high school. Because of the values instilled in me by my Dad, I knew that I had to be on time, and do my very best each day. I walked to the flower shop, which was inside the first Indoor shopping mall in the Pittsburgh area.

My boss was an older lady who was impressed that I showed each day on time, and tried to do and get done everything she assigned me to do. She kept me on after the Christmas holiday and began to teach me things, bow making, botanical, common names of flowers and plants and many other items large and small.

She instilled in me (or maybe brought out in me) a love for the beauty of flowers, and a desire to help others realize their dreams thru weddings, pretty everyday bouquets, and funerals. She taught me that education was very important, and to try to think out of the box.

After leaving the flower business at age 19, and going to work for corporate America for the next 20 years, I still kept my hand in the flower business and attempted to gain all the education — both flower and business — that I could. In 1987, I bought my flower shop. October 2017 will record a 30-year milestone of shop ownership.

That early training, as well as the fulfillment of my own dream of owning my own business, has helped me to mentor other people and get them onto a path where they can fulfill their dreams. Sometimes it is thru educational opportunities; Sometimes thru mentoring and being a good listener; sometimes it is being a trainer…….or just a role model.

In all cases, I try to always remember what my Dad and my first flower shop boss taught me……..”Kindness never goes out of fashion. Lead by example. Listen to all comments and critics. Be hardworking in all areas of your life, and you will succeed. And finally, Love conquers All”.

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A Final Goodbye – anonymous

During my late teens, I had a cocker spaniel that meant the world to me. After a couple of years, I forced to give my beloved dog up due to family members allergy. A family friend had found a good home for him in town about 40 minutes away from where I resided. I was, to say the least, devastated and would have done anything and everything to keep him. As time went on and now me in my mid 20’s, already set in my floral career I often thought of ways to kidnap my beloved dog from the family I gave him too. The issue here was I only knew what town he was in and not so much the house. I knew how irrational it was to try to kidnap my dog back, however, I just never felt a sense of closure or like I said goodbye.

As years passed I never let go of the awful sadness of giving my dog away. Although the sadness was not as profound, it was always with me and made me feel like I failed him. After 10 years in the floral industry, I decided to open my floral business and was super excited to finally be a flower shop owner. This was a great and overwhelming time in my life, I was very busy and focused.

Much to my surprise, I was also getting many bookings for weddings and one in particular which was referred by a customer. This customer was booking flowers for her daughter’s upcoming wedding in June. After 6 months or so her daughter’s wedding was finally here. I sent off the delivery driver to deliver the reception floral centerpieces and went to deliver the floral bouquets, corsages, and boutonnieres to the bride who was at her mom’s house for pictures. Upon arriving I had, which was hard to explain a very airy feeling. I could not put my finger on it at this time. I was invited in and asked to stay and eat something. Which I did, not sure why, most of the time I just want to deliver the flowers and get as fast as possible, but something kept me there.

After many conversations, the bride’s mother mentioned she had a lab who was at the groomers, then she proceeded to say she used to have a cocker spaniel who had passed a few years back. At this moment it all came together for me. This was the family that took my beloved dog, Crazy, I know but I felt it way deep inside. I asked her where she got the cocker spaniel, “from a young girl who a family member that was allergic.” She then proceeded to take me into her bedroom to show me my beloved dogs ashes in a beautiful box which sat on her nightstand. At that moment she handed me the ashes and said this is him. I tried hard to hold back my tears I could finally say goodbye to my beloved dog. I realized then he was so dearly loved and had family and no longer felt as if I had failed him or was a failure. The lesson it thought me was that not all decisions in life are ones we make. Choosing the floral industry was a decision I made and one that shows me I’m where I need to be every day.I realized then he was so dearly loved and had family and I no longer felt as if I had failed him or was a failure. The lesson it taught me was that not all decisions in life are ones we make. Choosing the floral industry was a decision I made and one that shows me I’m where I need to be every day.

I realized then he was so dearly loved and had family and I no longer felt as if I had failed him or was a failure. The lesson it taught me was that not all decisions in life are ones we make. Choosing the floral industry was a decision I made and one that shows me I’m where I need to be every day.

Florists, do you have an inspirational story to tell? What keeps you in the floral industry? Please share your thoughts and feedback in the comment section below. If you have any questions please post below as well!

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Top 6 Florists Short Stories Of Inspiration

Inspirational Stories From Real Florists

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My Grandmother And Her Garden – Tarah

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Designers Choice – Harlins Renaissance -Shinese Harlins, Owner

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Flowers Touch Lives – Val Voigt- Detroit Lakes Floral

That’s why I love the floral business. It touches people’s lives. We meet people and get the privilege of being a part of special events and moments in time.

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My Dream – Cynthia Dearnbarger – Flourish Flowers & Gifts, Old Town, Lewisville, TX

A dream in the making….

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Love Conquers All – Cheryl Bakin-Parkway Florist

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A Final Goodbye – anonymous

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