#SILENT LOVE

[hereiswhatremains]

"I swear there is no greater burden than to wait without hope."

— Beau Taplin from The Waiting

[bae1evi]

I see levi as a silent lover. He loves you, but in private, he just doesn't see a point to show off infront of other cause if he loves you, he loves you, and he will make sure to let you know that and when you know, that's all that matters to him.

[yooils]

the warmth of love. sae itoshi x reader. fluff. (my comeback era!?)

"i have no idea why your apartment always runs so cold, sae."

he scoffs at your words, raising an eyebrow at the way you're quivering so much. it's almost as if you haven't been anywhere cold before. how cute–

he shakes the rest of his thoughts away, banishing them from every nook and cranny of his mind. he doesn't like the way you make him feel. he's riding high on the wave of you, he thinks, because now he can't even do anything properly without you occupying his mind like a parasite.

(hypothetically, though. you would be the only parasite he would let consume his soul inside out, metaphorically and emotionally.)

sae frowns. "it's really not that bad. you're exagerrating so much, y'know. what is this, an elaborate ploy for me to give you my hoodie, or something?"

(he would've done it in a heartbeat if you asked. both of you knew it–) somehow, you still muster enough decency to roll your eyes and treat his words as a joke.

"actually, i wanted you to turn up the thermostat. but i highly doubt you'll be able to survive the heat, mr lukewarm."

his only response was to place his ice-cold fingers around your neck, making you squirm from the massive gap between his hands and your natural body temperature. he supposes you are a lot warmer than he is– emotionally and biologically.

he raises an eyebrow at your overly-dramatic reaction of thrashing around, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "say that again, i dare you."

"okay, mr lukewarm."

sae hates that nickname– yet somehow, everything coming from you seems a lot better. softer, as if thawing his cold heart.

he makes a show of walking over to the thermostat of his home. your protests (pleas, really–) appear to fall upon deaf ears.

neither of you comment on the way he wordlessly sticks closer to you on the couch, nor your body stops shivering.

[star-struck09]

Often, I wonder how you’re doing without me.

[gramabiru]

Di antara riuhnya dunia, aku menemukanmu dalam keheningan.

Cinta yang tak berisik, tak berucap, hanya ada dalam diam yang panjang.

Tak perlu janji yang megah, tak perlu kata-kata yang berlarian di udara,

karena aku tahu, dalam sunyi, kita lebih mengerti.

Keheningan ini bukan kehampaan,

melainkan ruang tempat rasa berbicara tanpa suara.

Ada tatapan yang tak meminta, ada genggaman yang tak menuntut,

hanya ada keberadaan yang saling menerima.

Terkadang aku bertanya,

apakah cinta harus selalu dirayakan dalam sorak-sorai?

Atau justru ia lebih tulus saat dibiarkan mengalir tanpa gemuruh?

Dalam sunyi ini, aku merasa lebih dekat, lebih utuh.

Mungkin cinta yang paling sejati adalah yang tak perlu dijelaskan,

hanya dirasakan,

dalam detik-detik yang berlalu tanpa perlu pengakuan.

Karena dalam keheningan, aku tak perlu lagi bertanya,

aku tahu... kau ada, dan aku pun tetap di sini.

[aventurineswife]

Hi! I've been holding back from rambling on about these requests, because I thought they were pretty cute and I was waiting for the day you'd open requests (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

It's about the reader and Aventurine, in a modern universe, it consists of Aventurine wandering around one day, he finds a flower shop, which looks pretty cute from the outside and decides to go in out of curiosity, there he's greeted by the reader who's pretty nice to him and asks him if he's going to buy flowers, Aventurine says yes, even though it was a lie, the reader doesn't comment and decides to give him a Jasmine flower along with a Carmelia flower, the reader never explains the meaning to Aventurine about said flowers.

Months go by, meanwhile Aventurine goes to the store and always finds the reader giving flowers to Aventurine, for free, when she asks him why that is, the reader shrugs and continues with his thing. One day she sees the reader explaining to a client about a bouquet of flowers to a client, Aventurine realizes that coincidentally they are the same flowers that the reader gave her this very morning, some flowers of: Magnolias, Violets, Violet Lilacs, Sunflowers, Gladioras and finally white daisies. They are of love, the reader fell in love with him at some point, then he looks for the meaning of the flowers that he has been giving her all these months, at first the flowers mean friendship but at some point they began to speak of love. This is how he expresses his silent love to Aventurine, with flowers and he never got to explain the meaning why he felt that it was better that his love was silent.

The meanings:

1 | Jasmine Flower: Kindness.

2 | Carmelia flower: Pure thoughts, beauty.

3 | Magnolias: The meaning of magnolias is different for each flower, but the magnolia also represents sympathy.

4 | Violets: They represent the subtlety of love, when you feel that you cannot declare yourself. It is a silent way of declaration.

5 | Violet lilacs: They represent the feeling of pure love.

6 | Gladiators: It can represent asking for a date or strong and at the same time sensual love.

7 | Sunflowers: They represent fidelity, loyalty and of course eternal love.

8 | White daisies: It represents love full of purity.

-💤🩵 anon

“I’m sorry I’m not the most romantic, but I try”

Summary: Aventurine stumbles upon a quaint flower shop and meets you, a kind, quiet shopkeeper. Despite not intending to buy flowers, you give him a bouquet, sparking a series of visits where you continue to give him flowers with hidden meanings. Over time, Aventurine begins to realize that the flowers are silent declarations of love, and your feelings for him have grown. As the meaning of the flowers becomes clear, Aventurine grapples with his emotions and the risks of letting his guard down, ultimately realizing that love, unlike his usual gambles, cannot be controlled.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Florist!Reader, Flower Shop AU, Slow Burn, Silent Love, Emotional Growth, Gambling with Emotions, One-Sided Love (initially), Subtle Romance.

Warnings: Mild manipulation (?), Themes of emotional vulnerability, Mentions of past trauma (?).

A/N: I'm not sure what I did but hope you enjoy! 🙏

Aventurine had always seen the world as a game of risks—calculated, measured, and always with a sense of thrill. But today, something about the mundane world around him felt slightly... off. His usual walks through the city had led him to unexpected places, his curiosity piqued by the smallest of details. And there, nestled between two towering buildings, was a flower shop. The exterior was simple, yet elegant—filled with pots of vibrant blooms and an inviting atmosphere.

Curiosity tugged at him, and against his usual instinct to ignore the little things, he stepped inside.

The moment the door chimed open, he was greeted by a soft, melodic voice.

“Welcome! How can I help you today?”

Aventurine turned to find you standing behind the counter, a gentle smile lighting up your face. Your attire was simple, but something about your demeanor was warm and unpretentious, the kind of presence that made him feel like he could relax, just for a moment. His usual confident demeanor seemed to falter for an instant.

“I… I’m not sure what I’m looking for,” he replied, his usual charm slipping into something more like uncertainty. “Maybe some flowers?”

You raised an eyebrow but said nothing, studying him for a moment. Then, without missing a beat, you stepped forward, reaching for two delicate blooms from behind the counter. A Jasmine flower and a Carmelia.

“These are for you,” you said, offering them to him with a softness that took him by surprise.

Aventurine blinked, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips. “For me? But I didn’t even say I wanted them,” he said, his tone playful but curious.

You shrugged lightly, your smile unwavering. “No explanation needed,” you replied, handing the flowers to him. “Sometimes, kindness and pure thoughts are enough.”

He stared at the flowers in his hands, his fingers brushing over the petals. There was something about your quiet generosity that intrigued him, and despite himself, he found himself returning to the shop again and again, seeking the odd comfort the simple act of receiving flowers brought him.

Months passed, and with each visit, you greeted him in the same calm manner. The flowers were always different, though—each bouquet more delicate and precise than the last, as if you were trying to say something, but never quite daring to put it into words.

One day, as Aventurine stepped into the shop, he noticed a subtle change. You were standing behind the counter, explaining to a client about a bouquet of flowers. The bouquet was a mix of Magnolias, Violets, Violet Lilacs, Sunflowers, Gladiators, and White Daisies. He watched, intrigued, as you described each flower’s meaning—sympathy, the subtlety of love, pure love, asking for a date, loyalty, eternal love, and pure love again.

For a long moment, Aventurine just stood there, watching the interaction, his mind slowly connecting the dots. The flowers you had been giving him were not just random choices—they were deliberate. They weren’t just flowers, they were messages. He hadn’t understood it at first, but now, he was certain. These flowers… these subtle, quiet gestures, were a language. A language he had never quite deciphered until now.

And then it hit him.

He had been receiving messages of love, of affection, but they were all unspoken. Silent declarations from you.

He turned away, retreating to a quiet corner of the shop. His hand brushed the flower in his pocket. Kindness. Pure thoughts.

And he realized that over the months, the flowers had told a story he hadn’t been willing to hear before.

He had always viewed life as a game—a series of moves and counter-moves, all part of the grand scheme. But what you had given him was something he couldn’t control, something far more fragile than his usual calculated risks.

You had given him love. Silent love. And he, in turn, had never truly given anything back. Not in the way you had. Not in the way you deserved.

Aventurine knew his reputation. He was the strategist, the man who calculated everything—every word, every gesture, every move. But now, for the first time, he didn’t know what to say.

He had gambled with everything in life, but with you… the stakes felt higher.

As he approached the counter once more, you looked up at him with that familiar, quiet smile. The air between you two was always filled with unspoken words, a tension he wasn’t used to. He held out the flowers you had given him over the months—one at a time, slowly placing each one on the counter.

“I understand now,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual, his usual bravado replaced by something more vulnerable.

You glanced at the flowers, your fingers brushing over each bloom as he placed them. “I never expected you to,” you said, your voice low and calm. “I just… wanted to give you something real. Something that didn’t require words. Love doesn’t always need to be explained.”

Aventurine’s gaze softened, his eyes meeting yours. In that moment, something shifted between you. It was subtle, yet undeniable.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Jasmine and Carmelia flowers you had first given him, holding them out toward you, his smile faint but genuine.

“I never thought I’d understand something so simple,” he murmured. “But I think… I think I’ve been playing the wrong game all along.”

You stared at him for a long moment, then took the flowers from his hand. Your smile, this time, was full of warmth. “Sometimes, it’s the quiet things that speak the loudest.”

Aventurine could feel his heart racing. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t prepared himself for it. But, as with every other gamble he had taken, he couldn’t resist the pull.

And for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t trying to calculate the outcome.

He was simply… here.

With you.

Aventurine was no longer playing a game. He was letting himself listen.

[caelichythcat]

SILENT LOVE

[sexvervesoul-igou]

"When the body and soul are in perfect harmony, true love blooms.💫✨

[nemfrog]

Silent love. 1845. Cover.

Internet Archive

[romanticist-dreamer]

Love's secret

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind doth move

Silently, invisibly.

--- William Blake

*Picture credits to the rightful owner

[hereiswhatremains]

"I swear there is no greater burden than to wait without hope."

— Beau Taplin from The Waiting

[akwardlydifficult]

Is it so wrong to want to merge my soul with yours?

[star-struck09]

Hi. I hope you’re doing well. I miss you.

[recsspecs]

"To be fed in various ways is the happiest thing in the world"

[caelichythcat]

laptop is a jamming instrument

[mostlyfate]

SILENT LOVE サイレントラブ 2024, dir. Uchida Eiji